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nerdygirl8203 · 3 years

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Going Up!

Pairing: Steve x reader

Requested by @tanyam93

Warning: smut, public sex, lots of smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), some fluff, swearing, Steve Rogers being boyfriend material.

A/N: This is my first time (writing smut)! I hope you like it!

This week had been the week from hell. My ass hole of a boss decided to schedule me on a day I had requested off so I couldn’t spend time with Steve the day before he left for a mission. Then I had to deal with my colleagues deciding they could slack off and give all of their paperwork to me so I had to do twice the work load. I didn’t even have time to make myself meals so I was enjoying the crap I can get from the vending machines or fast food. On top of all of that Steve was busier than usual after his mission so I didn’t even get to see my amazing boyfriend who keeps me sane enough not to want to kill my colleagues.

Finally work is over so I quickly punch out while rather rudely not responding to Samantha, the girl from two desks over that always tries to flirt with Steve when he comes in and has single handed l’y made him wait outside when he comes to get me, as she calls my name. I grab my bag and I make sure I have my keys as well as my phone before having to walk to the elevator and hold back from running to the elevator.

Being able to leave at a decent hour is right in my grasp when I hear Samantha say again “Y/N, I need you.” I sigh and walk over to her. Why did I have to be someone who lets people walk over them? Why can’t I stand up for myself?

“Yes Samantha?” I ask trying, and failing, to hold back the coldness seeping into my voice. “Stevie called saying he’s waiting for you outside.” Her annoying and overly sweet voice says. It takes some control not to strangle her when I hear her call him Stevie. No one gets to call Steve that but me.

Wait, did she says he’s outside? “Um… okay. Thank you.” Is all I say before actually running to the elevator. I can’t hold back. I need to see my knight in too tight clothes. I push the down button like a mad woman just needing to get to Steve as quickly as I can.

When the doors finally open after what seems like years I see the man I was running for right there on front of me. He smiles widely and looks at me like I’m his everything. He smiles so much I can see his shining white teeth just behind his plump pink lips. God those kissable lips. I drop my bag beside him before I hug him tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I mumble into his shoulder as he wraps his large arms around me and squeezes me tight but just light enough that I can still breathe. Breathing is the furthest thing from my mind however.

“I’ve missed you too, Doll.” He says in his husky voice. One that he uses when he needs help. Help only his girl can give him.

Steve wastes no time. After the doors close he lets the elevator move a little bit before hitting the emergency stop button. I would have teased him for being so needy if I didn’t feel so damn horny myself. I’ve been soaked since I heard his name and now that I see him I just know my panties are ruined.

“Fuck I’ve need you so badly.” He grumbles deep from his chest as he puts his lips right on my neck. He doesn’t waste anytime with teasing. He can smell how I need him. “If you need me, take me.” Is all I have to say to have him frantically taking off my shirt. Normally he would just rip them off but he needs my clothes to be intact when we walk out of the elevator. After my shirt he takes off his. I can’t help but stare as my mouth starts to water and my other lips get just as wet.

“Oh god. These tits. I’ve missed them so much.” He growls and unceremoniously takes off my cruddy bra. As far as he’s concerned I could be wearing a sack and I’d look sexy. He grips my boobs with a surprisingly soft grip all things considered. That one little move makes my need drip from my already needy lips.

“Steve… please… I need you so badly. I tried using my fingers and they didn’t get the job done. Please fuck me.” I beg out when the heat between my legs starts getting unbearable. “You need your captain’s cock, baby girl?” He asks and starts to palm himself over his pants “Yes Captain. Please help me.” I beg out already feeling the coil in me tighten. Hearing him say such filthy things always make me hotter around the collar.

After I beg he pushes his pants and boxers down to his knees in one swift motion. His hard cock stands straight up and hits his abs with a need. It continues twitching. It looks almost painful. The whole shaft is a deep red and the head is a purple that looks almost like a bruise. Precum is already beading up on the head. I long to lick it up and suck him off but that will wait till tonight.

“Fuck me, Captain.” Is all I have to say to have him pouncing on me like a lion with its prey. He growls softly from deep in his chest as he lines the head of his cock up with my tight entrance that has been missing the amazing stretch that only Steve can give me.

He slowly pushes into me, even in a time of such need and passion he makes sure not to hurt me. The groan that escapes his lips is addictive. I softly gasp when he fully sheathes in my quivering hole. I grip his back hard as my nails dig crescent moon shapes into his back that will heal the instant I move my hands.

“You okay baby?” He whispers in his deep gravely voice that is laced with want. He’s barely restraining himself from pounding into me hard in fear that I am still adjusting. The pain that had seeped into me as his thick and long cock plunged in is slowly morphing into a searing pleasure deep within me. “Please keep moving.” Is all I have to whisper for him to unleash himself and let loose.

He drags his cock out of me before plunging back in with an obscene sound and I can’t help but try and hold back the moan that longs to escape. “No holding back baby. I need to hear your amazing sounds.” He huffs as he sets a brutal pace that shows how much he has missed me. I try to keep my sounds quiet but o can’t for long.

His hot rod prods right at the spot that always make me see stars. The moan that passes my lips is pornographic and my pussy squeezes around the god of a man’s cock. The cock that is making the coil in my stomach tighten more an more. The cock that is attached to the man I love.

“Oh yes. Your pussy is sucking me up like your life depends on it. Trying to make your Captain give you his cum baby?” He groans in my ear not afraid to make noises that he knows I love.

The brutal pace mixed with how he keeps hitting my g spot is getting my right to the edge. I gasp and moan as I arch my back. When I do that his pelvis rubs my clit in a way that makes me wonder if this is real. If a human can feel this much pleasure. I’m broken from my bliss state with Steve groaning “Cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for me to fall over the cliff that is my red hot orgasm. My eyes and head roll back as I moan his name. “Yes baby! Yes!” He moans as his pace becomes more frantic. He chases his orgasm and quickly catches it. He doesn’t pull out and cums in me hard and fast. I feel his cock twitching and pulsing as he spills his seed into my hungry pussy.

After a few moments he kisses me gently and then says “Fuck, I love you so much.” His voice has a tone that it only has after sex. I can’t help but smile at him “I love you too Steve.”

He gently pulls himself out of me and sets me on the ground like how you would place a China doll so it wouldn’t break. He helps me get dressed before getting dressed himself. He then pushes a button that makes the elevator jump back to life and slowly bring us down, both from our blissed out state and to the ground floor.

After we get to his truck he smirk. “Round two?”

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Yuánfèn | 05

Ch. 5: L'esprit de Escalier: “The feeling after leaving a conversation where you can’t help but think about all the things you should have said.”

Summary: When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Chapter Chapter Word Count: 4.3k Chapter Warnings: Slow burn, anxiety and shock related to elevator failure incident, small mention of Steve’s minor injuries from the initial Ultron fight in the Tower, small mentions of two idiots being horny and doing nothing about it because re: idiots

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“You look…” She trailed off, eyes bright as they met Steve’s.

“I look like what? You don’t like the blue?” He tugged on the collar of the blue button up he’d put on for Tony’s party as he laughed nervously. His smile was almost one of shy boyishness as he looked tenderly at the familiar woman in the small bed, relieved she was lucid. He’d asked Sharon to keep him in the loop and she hadn’t had a single clear day when he was in Spain.

“I was going to say tired. When’s the last time you slept?” Her aged hands reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and Steve quickly stepped over to help her. “The blue looks nice, but you know I’ll always prefer you in a uniform.” He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks.

“It’s been a few days, but knowing Stark, I probably won’t get any sleep tonight either.” Steve realized he was holding back, Peggy noticing it too when he paced around the end of the bed with his hands on his hips. “Like father, like son, I guess. Big party tonight. Tony even joked that he’d invited some of our old friends, so just wait until I’m back to let you in on whether or not we had some other vets there.”

“Hmm,” She smiled and watched him, “I wouldn’t put it past Stark at all...and did you find a new dance partner?”

Steve felt like he should've known that she would figure out why he came before he could pluck up the courage to ask Peggy to help him talk through his feelings. Sam was a great listener but there wasn’t anyone left that really knew him, not like Peggy did. Even with Natasha invested in his romantic life, she didn’t understand why he was so hesitant to try something new. With a nod, he sat in the chair next to Peggy’s bed, pulling it in closer. She smiled at him, reaching her hand out for him and he didn’t hesitate to take it, “I didn’t ask anyone to Stark’s party, but she’ll be there.”

There was a long quiet between the two of them. Steve wondered if he’d hurt her by mentioning you or whether Peggy was trying to find the right questions to ask. It wasn’t a painful silence, their hands staying together, fingers laced through like they were making the most of their time together and, in a way, they were. Periodically they would steal a glance at one another, smile softly, and settle back into their thoughts. Eventually, Peggy would break the silence, but not how he’d expected. “What are you still waiting for, Steve?” His thumb paused in its rhythmic brushing over the loose, translucent and speckled skin. “Burdening yourself with things you can’t change is no way to live.”

Though he nodded in agreement, Steve bit his tongue. There was so much that felt unfair, complicated. He let Peggy change the conversation, reminisce about old Stark parties and music from the forties, but Steve fought to be present and enjoy this rare moment with her. Was it fair to tell you he had feelings for you when he still loved Peggy, even if he couldn’t have her? You both had your own baggage, so could you find happiness together without working through that first independently? These were the same questions that had been running through his head every night he’d been back at the Tower. He had sat up, notebook in hand, and tried to write through it, but only ended up staring at the sketches of you asleep on his chest. He wanted to say there was happiness in Spain, but the silence since returning to New York felt like he had misread the situation. Instead of talking through it, he pressed a kiss to Peggy’s forehead and told her he’d be back as soon as he could, making no promises to dance with that new dance partner.

Your ears were still ringing when Sam picked you up off of the elevator floor. He had shouted over the sound of fighting far overhead and your own screams every time the elevator moved, but it hadn’t started in complete chaos. At first it seemed like a power surge, the elevator falling a few floors. JARVIS didn’t respond and then, after a little bit of waiting all hell broke loose. I got you, that was all he kept shouting as he pinned you in a corner of the elevator, arms wrapped around you while you wondered how many floors it would take to plummet to a certain death. In the minutes of peace between the first serious fall and the second, Sam still held you as he tapped on his smartwatch to call for help. The snapping sound of the elevator cables, clang of something heavy and metal clamoring through the elevator shaft and denting the roof, the squeal of the elevator breaks struggling to stop the lift from another terrifying descent. Needless to say, Sam’s message went unanswered. With Sam pressed against you and both of your bodies losing weight in the third descent you worried about the team, certain that it had to be exceptionally bad if whoever was responsible managed to get into Stark Tower.

Somehow the breaks held long enough for Sam to pry the doors open. The entire experience left you shaking in fear and even though the voice in your head was saying you were in shock, you couldn’t make yourself move from the curled up position in the corner of the elevator. It left Sam tasked with picking you up and using his adrenaline to carry you up the three flights of stairs back to your office as your body kept shaking in his arms. You couldn’t be sure if the ringing in your ears made the stairwell seem uncomfortably quiet or if the hell you two had just escaped was all in your head.

“Doc, I need to check on the team. I’ll be right back, just keep the door closed and…” He looked around your office, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, brought your bag to you and set it at your feet. “Your phone’s in here? I’ll be right back.” Even with tear-blurred vision you could see the concern in his dark eyes and the turmoil of leaving you, so you nodded because your teeth were chattering and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Sam pulled the soft blanket from the back of your couch over your shoulders, “I’ll be right back.”

It didn’t matter if he’d been gone five minutes or ten or even twenty, you spent the entire time with a racing heart. Every little sound set you off into a fit of tears that would choke up after your racing brain tried to logic yourself into calming techniques and there were sounds, screaming and banging. With your face buried in your knees and your body completely racked with exhaustion you lost all track of time, your mind pinballing between replaying the elevator’s descent, your need for sleep, fits of panic and calm, and even the horrible moments where you’d been in a cold basement identifying the remains of your family members years earlier. What you hadn’t been thinking about was getting your head in the game and following Sam to the frontline to patch up the team.

Sam came back, as promised, but he wasn’t alone. The sound footsteps in the hall had you sobbing into your knees, rocking back and forth as you tried to not imagine the worst. “Hey you,” Steve whispered, his warm breath hitting your arm moments before he took your hands in his. “You’re okay. You’re safe.” His warm hands brushed up your arms and pulled gently to untangle you from the ball you’d put yourself in. “Let’s go home, okay? Let’s get you out of here.”

Picking your head up a little, you looked around the room, the light was on and your office looked completely unchanged. Sam was standing behind Steve watching you, looking far more put together than you were as you caught sight of your own reflection and immediately looked away. You hadn’t seen yourself in such a state since the Chitauri attack and it wasn’t a trauma you wanted to relive. Slowly you turned your gaze to Steve and his thumbs immediately brushed away the damp on your cheeks. With a sniffle you asked, “Is it over?” The rasp in your voice gave away that you’d been screaming in the elevator or maybe it was from all the crying afterward. That logical voice in the back of your head tried to push forward again as you tried to box up your own feelings, “Is the team okay? Do they need me?”

“Nah, we’re getting you out of here, Doc. The big brain idiots can deal with their mess.” Sam’s tone was brotherly but firm, no room to tell him you could handle the truth about whatever happened at the party.

When Steve tried to help you up your legs wobbled and you nearly fell. Quickly wrapping his arms around your waist, he steadied you. “It’s a lot of stairs, honey. Let’s just think about this for a minute.”

“Between the two of us we could get her down to the garage.” Sam offered as he watched you stare at Steve’s feet while you tried to steady your breathing, unaware that the reason you were trying to calm yourself down now had more to do with the proximity to the super soldier that just called you a pet name.

“You’ve been through hell tonight too, Sam.” Steve may have been talking to Sam but his attention was on you, how your arms were still pulled close to your chest and your whole body was shaking. “You both can crash here at the Tower. There’s a spare room next to mine. She can have mine, it’ll be fine. We can make it work. That’s a few floors down, we’ll manage if you can just carry her bag for her.”

“Steve,” you started with your head already shaking ‘no’ but you couldn’t be sure if you were saying no to staying in the Tower or kicking him out of his bed, probably the former. It wasn’t lost on that noisy logical part of your brain that your body seemed to have settled on freeze rather than fight or flight, but that sliver of rational brain seemed to focus on the fact that if someone got into the Tower once that they could do it again.

“I promise, you’re safe. You just hold on to me.” Effortlessly, Steve picked you up and pulled you to his chest. Wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles behind him, you buried your face in Steve’s neck. Your arms draped around his neck but as they walked you through the Tower to the level with the Avengers’ apartments you relaxed, albeit just a little.

You had only been on this floor a handful of times and if anyone was watching you cling to Steve like a baby björn, you were too busy trying to remember to breathe to notice. In fact, you hardly even noticed Steve and Sam talking along the way or the conversation about showers, clothes, and breakfast in the morning. What you did notice was the circles Steve was pressing into your spine as he talked casually to Sam. He took his time to head next door to his room and what may have seemed like casual chit chat to Sam or even appeared like Steve being a bit of a moving, physical talker felt like you were being gently rocked into a less panicked state. Slowly, Steve had somehow lulled you into the headspace you were in once he joined you in Spain, the weight of emotions washing away in the familiar smell of his body wash and clothes.

If the sound of a door closing and the quiet that ensued wasn’t an indication that you were now in Steve’s room it was the smell of the place, just as lovely and welcoming. As Steve leaned forward to set you down on the bed you instinctively clung more tightly to him. He straightened up and you felt the rumble of him holding back a laugh before he sighed and gave in, walking into his bathroom and setting you down on the sink. Absolutely refusing to let go of the small comfort that had numbed the terror of the evening may have been the main reason for your behavior, but there was also the fact that you didn’t want to acknowledge your bundle of insecurities. So, for a moment longer at least, you stayed right there holding on to him. “So this is how it’s going to be?” Steve brushed his fingers through your hair as you nodded into his chest. “Well, I’m not sure how comfortable you’re going to be trying to sleep in this dress and my shirt’s pretty torn up after the fight.”

The fight… For the first time since you stepped onto that elevator you really looked at him. Your legs slowly loosened their grip on his waist and Steve helped you reach the ground, even if it was just by the tips of your toes because he pinned you between his body and the counter of the bathroom sink. Even in the warm golden glow of the bathroom you could see that he was already healing from a good hit to the face. Your palm went to his cheek and he covered it in his own as if to tell you he was okay. Maybe you were going to ask him if he was, but all you managed to say was one shaky, half whispered, “Stay?”

Steve felt selfish for even thinking, hoping really, that you would ask, but he wanted to stay with you. He wanted to keep you safe and finally get some sleep himself. Instead of asking if you were sure, he found a confession passing his own lips in the same hushed tone, “I haven’t slept since we got back from the villa.”

The sound of your breath hitching, your surprise and exasperation, would’ve been unnoticed by the average person, but it might as well have been on a loudspeaker with the super soldier serum in his veins. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you tried to unpack the weight of what you were feeling with those words, with the pet name he’d used before he scooped you up. Somewhere between being both understood and hurt that neither of you had managed to say as much in three days. Your head was clouded by his words and your body seemed to forget that lungs needed air to breathe as his hands were back firmly on your hips. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you I missed you. I should’ve checked on you.”

Steve hushed you, a welcome end to what you knew would’ve been a word vomit rambling monologue of you unpacking whatever you were feeling. Your eyes met and you wanted to lean forward just a little and see what it was like to kiss him, to see if he would reciprocate, but the panic settled back in your bones and you scolded yourself for even entertaining the thought, gaze falling back to the floor. As you came down from the jittery terror of the elevator and the high of being held by him you remembered the sting of Tony’s speech at the party. To his world, you were certain that he saw you as nothing more than a silly girl with a silly crush.

When you withdrew into yourself again, Steve assumed you were trying to figure out how to ask for some privacy. It had been a long night and even though he thought you were still beautiful with makeup mussed from crying, he didn’t want to put more emotions on the pressure of the day. His thumbs brushed over your hips and he took a step back toward the door. “Take a shower and I’ll pull some clothes for you. I’m going to run down to the gym and take a quick shower there myself and then we’ll forget this day happened and get some sleep.”

He looked down at your hands, fingers now wrapping tightly around his pinky and ring finger. Steve wasn’t sure what you stopping him from walking away meant, but he was too scared to ask. While you had been the first person to understand him on a deeper level since he came out of the ice, you were still from a generation that was much more upfront sexually than he was. As much as he wanted you, that wasn’t something he could just walk into without clear boundaries and commitment. For you, your reluctance to let him go was too embarrassing to put into words, you kept your eyes on your linked hands rather than his face, terrified to find a look of pity or something less emotional written there. You spoke to your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze when you asked, “How long will I be up here alone?”

Tilting his head to the side, the Avenger realized what you meant and he visibly relaxed, “Full of surprises.” With those words, your words, a call to your trip to Spain, you managed to look up at him. When your eyes met you both managed soft, understanding smiles. “Ten minutes tops, put a timer on your phone. If you hear any clanging around it’s Tony fixing the elevator. I promise, you’re safe, okay? We’ve got everything under control and no one, especially me, will let anything happen to you.” It may have been what you needed to hear to let your hands fall from his, but it didn’t change the fact that after Tony’s speech you doubted that anyone was going to rush to save you. Whether Steve really realized that or not was another issue entirely, but you bit your tongue, nodded, and watched him leave.

10… You turned the knob of the shower and looked through the glass at your clothes on the floor. It felt like another life when Steve stammered over complimenting you in the dress and just as you replayed that moment in your mind your brain tugged at the latter events of the evening. You ducked your head under the hot stream of water to try and rinse everything away as your fried nerves seemed to be so eager to push you back into that shaken state.

9… He hissed as the water poured into the small cuts on his back and scalp while his gaze moved to the pile of clothes on the bench next to the shower. Another party, another missed opportunity to steal a dance with a girl he couldn’t get off his mind. The part of him that still loved Peggy was beginning to feel like someone else. He paused under the water, cringing as the water pressure made the fresh bruises on his back throb. The man had no idea how to string a sentence together around either of the two of them.

8… You paused, savoring the smell of Steve’s body wash coating your skin. Immediately, you wanted to run back to him, to the safety that you always found in his arms. The rapid pulse fluttering in your chest neither complete panic or complete anticipation. You only knew that it had more to do with him than the fear of any attack on the Tower.

7… He quickly rinsed off the bubbles of soap, eyes pressed tightly closed as he tried not to picture your bare silhouette through the foggy glass of his shower. That muscle twitched with want and neglect at the thought of the hot water running down your body, the same one that had clung to him for nights on end.

6… Wrapping your arms around yourself under the cascade of water, you pushed away the thoughts creeping into your mind as you became more aware of how alone you were in his space. You tried to remember to breathe, relax, find one happy moment in the day to say it was a day worth surviving. Safety was just a few minutes away, you repeated over and over in your head, but the hot water didn’t seem to be able to reach the cold in your bones.

5… Clearing his throat, he toweled off and practically ran back to his room. Circumnavigating the way he overthought every moment with you until he was back in his room, focusing on the reality of you asking him to stay.

4… You froze, staring at your reflection in his mirror, when you heard the door to the bedroom open and the movement just a few feet away on the other side of the door. The sun-kissed bare-faced reflection looking back looked exhausted, anxious, a weak and fragile stranger.

3… Steve pulled on his clothes quickly in case you came out to see who had walked into the room. Then he grabbed his favorite crewneck sweater, a bit worn in so that it’s once rich-blue color had faded just a little. The sweatpants he piled on top were his only ones with a decent drawstring, which he hoped would help them from falling off of you. As he reached for a pair of socks he remembered how much you hated them, always trying to keep your cold feet off of him in the night and ultimately wiggling out of them on instinct just a few minutes after you were actively asleep.

2… With a sheepish smile you reached a hand out of the bathroom when you heard the knock and tried to take his clothes without dropping his towel- which you couldn’t seem to wrap tightly enough around your curves. Yawning, you dressed as quickly as possible. Grabbing your dirty party ensemble, you caught a glimpse of your clothed reflection. It wasn’t just that you were swimming in his clothes, it was how different you looked with his sweater clinging to your damp skin and sweats threatening to slip lower on your hips- their width and the drawstring your only saving grace.

1… His mouth fell open when you walked out swimming in his clothes. You were too busy throwing your own in your bag to notice. There was no compromise to be had, Steve knew he could never ask for it back now.

Though he’d been laying on the bed, he swung his legs back over and went to stand up. Immediately worrying he was going to leave you panicked and asked, “Wait! Where are you going?”

His eyes stayed on you as he approached you slowly. When he reached you in just a few steps, Steve brushed his fingers through your hair, combing it out of your face. “I promised I wasn’t going anywhere and I-”

“Keep your promises. I know.” You smiled and nodded up at him. “But you also promised we were going to go to bed and forget this day ever happened.”

There was so much he wanted to try and explain, but just like he had with Peggy that morning, he fell silent. The last thing he wanted was for the first time he kissed you to be in a bed, it was why he’d stood up. Now he also didn’t want it to be in the Tower where you’d almost died an hour earlier or in a bedroom where you may have thought he was trying to take advantage of you. He lost his resolve, settling on waiting a little longer. Instead, he looked at you and focused on something small that had been bugging him all night. “I’m sorry you want to forget that today happened, but I understand. Tony can be a bit of an ass. I was really excited that he was going to finally give you the recognition you deserved as a member of the team. I appreciate everything Dr. Cho has done for us, but you’re the one taking care of us day in and day out.”

Throwing your arms around him, you hugged him more tightly than you ever had before. Your hands held his shirt in fists as you refused to let yourself cry anymore for the day. Steve didn’t hesitate to hold you back, rubbing those familiar circles down your spine. He knew that though he couldn’t find you in the crowd tonight he could perfectly picture the disappointment on your face at Tony’s slight and to his surprise it had made his temper flare a little. One thing Steve didn’t know about you though was that when you were completely tired or overly emotional you had a hard time processing in English and the muffled “Thank you” into his chest came out in your first language. That new little realization made him smile.

Pulling you to the bed, you climbed in after Steve and settled closely into his side as you always had. Like two pieces of the same puzzle, a perfect fit. Steve pulled the blankets over the two of you, turned off the light, and while one hand found yours and held it just below his chin, the other went under his sweater to your back. His large hands on your bare skin sent shivers down your spine. It was a welcome surprise that you thought might lead to something else, and you immediately hid your face at the stupidity of such a thought. Steve drew those little circles into your back again and, for the first time, he fell asleep first. The slow rise and fall of his chest, the cadence of his heartbeat, and you were quick to follow. You pressed your lips to his side and he hummed in his sleep and pulled you closer as you drifted off, a million things left unsaid.

A/N: You’re still here!? Thanks for reading Chapter 5! I never promised every chapter’s word would belong to Reader and in this one I think it may even belong more to Peggy than Steve. The over arching theme of Yuánfèn is about Steve and Reader though, don’t worry. I really appreciate you all being so kind and supportive of my little corner of Tumblr while I try to write consistently on a crazy schedule. Your comments and messages mean the world to me.

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Genji Heavy Industries (Part 7) The Elevator Shaft

I’m such a dork. I have Snake Eater stuck in my head now.

You’d scarcely gotten ten feet from the bottom of the elevator shaft when a flickering light came from above. The light sparkled like a roman candle and for a brief second you can see into the cavernous elevator shaft.

What was revealed chills your heart.

The orange light illuminated layers of scales. The steel framing deep in the elevator shaft was crawling with sphinxes just like the ones you fought in the basement. They wrapped their long tails around the steel beams and climbed with their monstrous claws. They moved like apes, snakes and spiders. It is impossible to count the number of them, maybe dozens or maybe hundreds. There were also several elevators that were still operational. The metal cars go up and down, brushing past groups of beasts at very close distances. The elevators that are still running at such times are inevitably packed with people - humans covered in cold sweat from panic, sweat mixed with hormones and adrenaline, perhaps mixed with traces of blood. The smell mixed together and formed a drug-like stimulus for the sphinxes. They rubbed their sharp claws against the cars as they passed by, not having figured out how to rip open the tin can and eat the meat inside.

The people in the elevator must have heard the eerie scraping and the sound of something breathing heavily outside the car. They screamed in shrill alarm. They had no way to escape.

You were only equipped with the pistol and armor piercing rounds. There was no way you could save all these people yourself. Just like the time in Black Swan Bay when facing such an overwhelming force, the best chance for survival was to hide or flee. But there was no way to hide in the elevator shaft, and there was nowhere to go. These people were dead meat.

You climb high enough to get to the next basement floor. It was marked in Blue paint with the letters B12. The doors were sealed shut. You tried to force open the doors by squeezing your fingers in between them but they were closed tightly and refused to budge. That was probably for the best. The only people in danger at the moment were the ones in the elevators. If the doors were sealed during the earthquake, it was unlikely that many - if any- of the monsters had escaped into the building.

But someone had thrown that flare - you recognized it as a flare - into the shaft. Which meant at least one elevator door was open. It was very high up, but not at the very top of the building, about midway, near to where you had initially boarded your elevator to hell.

You climb with carefully measured steps so as not to make a sound. The shaft you were in had an elevator that was smashed at the bottom of the shaft so it should not be nearly as attractive as the ones with moving trains. You count one step per second, twenty seconds per floor, three floors a minute.

It would take you about seven minutes to get to the floor where the flare was thrown.

As a way to pass and count the time, you sing to yourself, softly in your mind. It was one of the movies you watched, secretly in the shed, the light glittering on your face under the drop cloth that covered the stacks of firewood. The woman’s voice came through soft and smooth and seductive. You remember it so clearly.

Hey baby…

Thought you were the one who tried to run away…

Oh baby…

Wasn’t I the one who made you want to stay?

Please don’t bet that you’ll ever escape me

Once I get my sights on you.

I got a licence to kill…

Your mental tune was suddenly interrupted. The sphinxes were moving and they were moving all at once in such numbers that you had to cling to the elevator shaft as it shook and vibrated with the combined tons of muscular bodies thundering overhead. Their screams and howls were like a storm of demons that combined with the wailing of the trapped people in the elevator cars in a devil’s chorus.

You were halfway up to where the flare had been thrown. A glittering shadow rushed by you and you catch sight of his long fangs. It was literally smiling ear-to-ear since the cross section of its mouth stretched nearly to the back of its head. The powerful tail struck you in the back. Panting heavily, it didn’t seem to notice you in its haste to get up the shaft. You duck your head against the saliva that rained down on you.

In that moment, your body shook from the deafening roar of a machine gun and in the next few seconds you were showered, not with saliva but with hundreds of shell casings! It was Caesar and Chu Zihang, it had to be. You were right in assuming they weren't going to run away.

Looking up, the light from the gun’s muzzle flash revealed a heaving ball of bodies, writhing in a single mass where you were trying to go.

A great wind pulled your hair. One of the massive creatures fell very close to you. It hit the side of the shaft and continued to fall into the void, ping-ponging as it went..

“Shit!”

You press yourself against the elevator shaft and climb as quickly as you could, now jumping rungs and scrambling in a panic. In seconds, you’re covered in blood and gore. Bodies plummeting felt like cars passing by, missing you by mere inches, bristling with razorblade claws as they spin in a freefall. The buzzing sound of bullets whizzed by you. The walls ran with blood like a waterfall and your fingers were starting to slip.

All it would take was one bullet to strike you and you’d be dead. You’d prefer it that way. Your world would just go dark and you would lose all sensation and you would fall into Hell for real. Worst case scenario you would slip on the blood and fall, your voice joining the chorus of deathly terror one last time.

You’re now in the thick of it, bodies were jostling you and bumping into you with crushing force. But you could see him, Caesar, standing on a cross beam behind a Gatling gun. His ears were covered and he was wearing eye protection as if he was just on a trip to the gun range for daily practice. You were covered in gore. He wouldn’t be able to tell you apart from the massive swarm. And he couldn’t hear you scream.

You pull your pistol and fire once.

The flash of the muzzle and the bullet pinging off his gun got his attention. His jaw dropped and he stared as though looking at a ghost. But then his jaw clenched. A rain of bullets came again, this time directed at the face of the monster that had opened its mouth wide enough to devour your head in a single snap.

Caesar reached his hand down to you but you’re too far. “FIRE! GIVE ME COVER FIRE!”

He leaped down to dangle by one arm, coming well within range of the beasts’ searching claws. You reached for each other, your fingertips brushing, desperation reflected in your eyes.

“Jump!”

You let go of the rung and jump. His hand snaps around your wrist like a vice. His powerful arm lifts you up on the crossbeam.

But there was no time to celebrate or embrace.

The storm of metal slugs killed the joy of this Devil’s banquet. The rushing front of the group have been shot, but most of the others are only wounded. Their snake-like body is exceptionally strong. The bullets splash a little fire on the scales, a few bullets lodge in the hard bones. Dozens of huge mouths in the elevator shaft opened to the limit, and issued a shrill cry to you and the others above.

It was actually a roar of rage. Unlike the corpse guards, whose sensory nerves had been killed in the embalming process and whose broken limbs were just like getting a haircut, the sphinxes could still feel some of the pain. The pain was not enough to make them retreat, but rather to inspire their ferocity.

Caesar retook firm control of the Gatling heavy machine gun, pouring a storm of metal down below. You two weren't the only ones up here. Chu Zihang was firing an Uzi and Chisei Gen was there, dressed in period armor and shooting as well. Your pistol wasn’t enough to kill these creatures unless you shot them in the eye. You even blew half the head off one with C4 and it fought ferociously despite grievous injury. Finally, you get entrusted with a gun and it's useless!

The guns quieted slightly as everyone reloaded. "This isn’t enough to kill them effectively! We're just stalling for time!" Caesar yelled.

He was right. The monsters had retreated but were learning to hide behind beams and dash out when the group reloaded. They were pushed down eight or nice floors, but were regaining that ground quickly.

Chisei looked like he was about to toss an empty gun down the shaft but you catch it and start shoving bullets into it. He nodded to you and kept firing with a second weapon. Had another Hydra member been here he would have fallen off the beam in shock. Chisei did not give commendation to just anyone. Only rare shows of bravery and demonstrations of undeniable competence earned nods like that. Chisei had seen you crawl out of Hell only to immediately assist the team. He couldn’t help but nod.

He didn’t know you, but in a few seconds you’d proven to belong among the Cassell Aces.

Since he didn’t have to focus on reloading, Chisei began to scan his dark eyes around the space. You then see the whites around his black pupils. “Look out!” He drew his sword in a shining arc and cut above you.

Black blood showered down and a sphinx’s body fell down the shaft from above. They were moving away from the gunfire to surround you, attacking from below and above! The wounded creature was about to fall into the elevator shaft, but it turned in the air and swept its long, steel-like tail at Caesar. Caesar leaned back and dodged. The long tail knocked the Gatling heavy machine gun off the beam. With the snake tail wrapped around the heavy machine gun, it fell into the elevator shaft with it.

The dark shadows fell continuously from their elevated position, and there were more coming.

Chisei Gen walks along the steel beam with the grace of a stag, swinging his sword to force back the sphinxes and deny them a chance to find a foothold. Caesar drew his Desert Eagle and sent the mercury core rounds into the bodies of the sphinxes one by one. The bullets, developed for dragons, were so effective against them that those who were shot fell with a cry.

You take the hint, raising your pistol with the mercury rounds and firing into them, aiming for their beaming golden eyes. You don’t waste a single shot, extinguishing those glowing orbs, like blowing out a candle with a bullet. The one-eyed corpses fall limp around you.

The steel beams above and below and to the left and right were occupied by monsters, black and red blood splattered between the beams, the black blood was the Dead Sphinxes', the red blood was Chisei’s. The Sphinx who had sneaked in from above had cut into his back.

Chu Zihang pulled out the Uzi from his waist, wanting to help Caesar and Chisei clear the monsters around him first, but he looked down and the cold air rushed by his head from behind. In the dozens of seconds without the barrage blocking the swarm below, they’d dashed upward, with the closest ones less than twenty meters away from them. Their crying converged into an eerie wave of sound tumbling through the elevator shaft. You must block this wave of attack, or your defense line will completely collapse.

Chu Zihang violently knocked over the carry bag hanging in front of him. Thousands of bullets fell like brass-colored rain. He threw another item into the elevator shaft, a piece of C4 plastic explosive stuffed with an electronic fuse. He had another carry bag beside him, which was stuffed with even more plastic explosives!

The explosive fell twenty meters and exploded, the air wave and fire compressed within the confines of the elevator shaft and could only spread upward or downward. You watch the beautiful sight of fire-colored clouds rising from the deep shaft. All the bullets exploded simultaneously in the blaze. Thousands of missiles bounced in the elevator shaft at high speed. The serpentine black shadows were engulfed by the rain of bullets and fire, and those bullets fired in a disorderly manner whizz by you, barely missing. But Caesar actually yelled "good".

Caesar's two-handed Desert Eagle fired in unison at a sphinx that was hissing with his mouth open. It was so close to Caesar that the fire from the muzzle and the last mercury core bullet penetrated its mouth. The mercury destroyed its brain. This one fell into the darkness with a mournful cry. To your right, Gen Chisei also stabbed another through the heart.

Black blood clung to his body and flowed slowly as all four of you fell silent.

You had the advantage of weapons and terrain, but probably no more than fifteen Death Servitor Sphinxes had actually been killed. The explosion didn't kill these dangerous creatures either, and they continued to climb up with their long tails wrapped around the steel frame after plunging a few levels, covered in blood. The human side had lost its most important weapon, the Gatling heavy machine gun.

The positions on the steel beams could no longer be held. Caesar gathered you in a powerful hug and together you jumped into the building. You’re a room that’s filled with huge murals, Torii gates and curtains like an ancient temple. Fire was serving as the light to his place, eating up the walls and the curtains in a rapidly progressing blaze. Caesar set you down and, together with Chisei, pushed a heavy iron wheel shrine to block the elevator door.

Chu Zihang rushed out from a room that was filled to the brim with weapons and he threw a submachine gun and magazines at you. Without a word you load up. Everyone knows that this is just a delay. Soon these beasts will charge into this temple in the middle of Genji Heavy Industries to enjoy the feast.

Even if they don't rush in you’re still going to die. The fire is still burning, although there are not too many flammable things here, sooner or later the fire will go out. The burning will soon consume the oxygen in the air and you will suffocate.

Wordlessly, you finish taking in the situation. Dying here doesn’t bother you too much. After all, you figured that sooner or later your luck would run out. What hurts your heart is that Lu Mingfei is not here. You hoped he wasn’t dead, or trapped in an elevator. You hoped he got out. But all you could see was his panic and concern as he rushed around with his box of documents and your hope died.

#Dragon Raja

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Aperture Sides Facility, Chapter 7: Nice Job Breaking It, Hero

Masterpost

Chapter Summary: An unlikely alliance is made.

Chapter Warnings: Captivity, Death Mentions

“So, how are you holding up? Because I’m a potato.”

Wind whips at your clothing and hair, that and the weightless feeling in your stomach the only indications that you are falling. You do your best to glower at the tuber hanging in front of you in the air.

“It’s your own fault. You’re the one who insulted him.”

The potato scoffs. “He normally doesn’t care what you say about him. Owns it, even. This... temper tantrum... is your fault for putting him in charge of the facility in the first place!”

“My fault?” you say incredulously. “Like you gave me a choice!”

“You could have just let me kill you,” the potato says. “It really is terrible etiquette to depose your host, you know.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ll be sure to remember that next time.”

There’s a sudden jolt as your feet and then your back connect with something smooth and inclined, and then you find that in place of the elevator shaft you were just falling down, you are now sliding down a clear plastic tube.

“Ah. It looks like he caught us,” the potato says casually from behind. “I’m sure that wherever we’re going is simply delightful, don’t you?

You don’t have a good response to that so you choose to ignore it. You try to look at your surroundings, not sure whether to be relieved to have been saved from the seemingly bottomless elevator shaft or worried about where you might be going now. The tube you’re in changes trajectory quickly, going both up and down and taking sharp turns to either side. Rooms whizz by too quickly to get a good look, but you can occasionally recognize the distinctive white of test chambers.

That’s probably where you’re going now. You only just won your freedom, and now you’re being thrown right back in.

“Since we have all this time together,” the potato drawls, “Let’s give you some facts about our situation, hmm? Remus is the Creativity Core. The original Creativity Core, made years before our dear Roman first came into being.”

“Yes, I knew that,” you say impatiently.

“Well then,” the potato says, “You must have heard how Remus was ‘corrupted’. But do you know what that actually means?”

“I suspect you’re going to tell me.”

“It means, my sweet, stupid Thomas, that Remus isn’t constrained by so-called rules and morals the way your dear little friends are. He’s Creativity in its most raw, unbridled form. No inhibitions, no control, nothing to stop him from doing whatever the hell he wants.”

The potato’s voice turns mocking. “And you just put him in charge of the entire facility.”

The sound of slow claps echoes through the tube.

“Ah, good,” the potato says, “I was wondering if that function still worked.”

“It’s not like I had much choice,” you snap. “If you remember, you were trying to kill me at the time!”

“Yes, well, now everyone in Aperture is going to die. That’s clearly so much better, thank goodness for your quick thinking!”

You groan in frustration and run your hands through your hair. He’s right about that last part- replacing Remus was a mistake, one made in desperation maybe, but one which may still cost you your life.

Wait. He said-

“What do you mean, ‘everyone in Aperture?’” you say. “Are the others in danger?”

“Of course not,” the potato drawls. “Having a maniac at the head of this facility wouldn’t affect them at all, it’s not like they’re inherently connected to it or anything.”

You’ve just opened your mouth to respond when the tube splits, your body sliding into one fork while the potato is sucked into the other. In a moment, he’s gone from your view.

You’ve only just had time to register the separation when suddenly the tube ends and you find yourself flying through the air. Your feet hit solid ground, and though your boots stop most of the force of your landing you still find yourself overbalancing from the forward momentum and falling flat on your face. Your nose explodes into pain as it connects with the floor.

“Augh!” Tears form in your eyes and you gingerly feel at your nose. It isn’t broken, or at least you think it isn’t- would you be able to tell if it was?- and your fingers come away without blood, so you think it’s probably okay. Smarts like hell, though.

You sit up and look around, blinking the tears away. You’re in a small room, bare except for a button and connected door. The area around you is sterile and empty, with the Core-turned-potato nowhere to be seen. You’re not sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved- he isn’t exactly your favorite person right now, but at least if he were here you’d have someone to talk to.

As if on cue, a familiar voice fills the room.

Heeeey, Tommy-boy! Long time no see! Did you enjoy the ride? Do you think if you hit your nose again it would start gushing blood?

You grimace at the mental image, resisting the urge to feel again at your nose, then turn and cross your arms at the nearest security camera.

“Either let me go, or just get on with it!”

Touchy, touchy, Remus says. Well, if you’re that eager to get to testing, who am I to stop you?

Some sort of clear cylinder lowers into the center of the room, then slides open in front.

Well? Remus says as you move forward to tentatively inspect it. Are you going to get in?

It’s an elevator, you realize, but much smaller than you’re used to, almost claustrophobic if it weren’t for the clear walls- which will likely be nerve-wracking when the thing is actually in motion. You suspect the unsettling elements of the design are deliberate on Remus’ part, which just makes you even more certain that getting into this thing is not a good idea.

Or if you want, you could stay here and get hungrier and thirstier until you curl up and die. I bet I could get a lot of data from that!

You bite your lip and turn away, looking again at your surroundings. Surely, there’s some way out of here that isn’t that elevator. And yet, no matter where you look you’re trapped in. There’s no gaps in the walls to shoot portals through, and not enough height to build up momentum and try to launch yourself out.

You go back and stand in front of the elevator, your stomach twisting itself into knots. You just got out of the testing chambers- could you really bring yourself to go back? But what choice do you even have, when the alternative is staying here and hoping someone finds you before you die of thirst?

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you step forward into the elevator and watch as the doors close around you.

Now I’ve taken a look at Jan-Jan’s tests, Remus says as the elevator begins to rise, and they were okay and all, but it’s pretty clear he isn’t the Creativity Core, you know? I mean, toxic sludge and balls of electricity? It’s a start, I guess, but why limit yourself to the same old stuff when there’s so many fun ways to kill people?

The elevator slows to a stop, revealing a small testing chamber.

So that’s why I’ve come up with newer, deadlier obstacles for you to solve! First up: deadly lasers! I wouldn’t touch them if I were you- or at least if you enjoy having ten fingers. Have fun!

The doors open and you step out into the room, which looks strangely familiar. After a moment it hits you.

“I’ve already done this test chamber,” you say, then grimace, mentally kicking yourself. Sure Thomas, tell the deranged AI he needs to make his tests harder, that’ll turn out well for you.

Yes, but this one has deadly lasers, which automatically makes it better, Remus’ voice says petulantly. You caught me at a bad time! We used to have hundreds of test chambers locked away, but now I have to either use good old JAN-9000’s rooms or make them from scratch. So solve your silly little laser puzzle so you can get to the good stuff!

Wonderful, you think sarcastically, super looking forward to it. Then you sigh and just solve the puzzle.

Like the test chamber you previously solved, the solution is as simple as redirecting the laser with a pair of portals, and before you know it you’re back in the elevator. The one after is similarly simple, and involves using a special glass cube to redirect the lazers while Remus cheerfully narrates what they would do to you if you messed up and hit one. It’s almost nostalgic, really, though Remus’ descriptions of the danger are more gleeful where Virgil’s were more stressed.

By the time you get back into the cramped-yet-uncomfortably-exposed elevator, your heart is starting to calm down just a bit. It’s not like you haven’t done this before, right? Sure, you had the others then, and you’re pretty sure they’re the only reason you’re alive right now, but. It’s fine. You’re fine. And if you keep thinking it enough, maybe you’ll actually believe it.

The next test chamber forms before your eyes, panels pulling into place to make floors and walls while Remus tuts and apologizes to “Daddy” for making a mess. You do your best to ignore him as you step forward, finding a deep pit with a moving platform going across, directly into the path of a laser.

After a moment of surveying the room, you use your portals to get to the familiar form of a cube dispenser. Just like every other time you’ve used a cube dispenser, it promptly drops a cube. Unlike every other time you’ve used one, another object drops out right after the cube, one that shrieks as it falls, then bounces off the cube’s top and onto the ground with a series of “ow”s.

For a moment your stomach flutters with the hope that it might be one of your friends. Then you realize that the object that fell was much too small, and hit far too quietly, to be a Core- or at least a Core living in a body that isn’t a potato.

Just your luck, that the one person in this facility you were reunited with would be the one you least wanted to see. You go over anyways, kneeling down and poking at the potato lying on the ground.

“Hey, um, are you alright?”

“I’ve been better,” the potato mutters into the floor.

“I take it you got sidetracked?” you say, picking up the potato and not even bothering to hide your smirk. “Had a little rollercoaster ride in the cube system?”

“Yes, yes, hilarious,” the potato says. “If you picked me up just to mock me, I’d kindly ask you to just leave me here to rot, please.”

“And here I thought Roman was dramatic,” you say.

“Ah, yes, dearest Roman,” the potato says, a sinister little smile in his voice. “How might he be doing, do you think? It looked like he fell quite far.”

Your knuckles creak as your hands form into fists. “I swear to you, if he isn’t okay-”

“You’ll what? Tear me out of my own body and replace me with someone who put me in a literal potato? Oh, wait, you already did that!”

You take a deep breath, forcing your muscles to relax. “You know what? This isn’t worth it. I need to find the others, and you’re just wasting my time.”

You set the potato down and turn, preparing to take the cube and step back onto the moving platform.

“What if I said I knew how to find them?”

You freeze, then turn back. “You know where the others are?”

“Perhaps.”

You crouch down and pick the potato up again. “Where are they?!”

“Right, because I both know the exact location and would be willing to tell you if I did.”

“But you’ll help me find him?” you say insistently.

“Me, help you?” the potato says. “This situation is your doing, so why would I possibly want to help you?”

You hold the potato up to eye level, giving him a glare.

“Because this is as much your fault as mine. You’re going to help me fix it, or I will throw you down into the deepest depths of this facility I can find and leave you to rot.”

For a moment you’re afraid you went too far, but the potato just gives a deep chuckle. “Well Thomas, I must say I’m impressed. I didn’t know you had it in you. Since you asked so nicely, I will help you find the others, on one condition: you restore me to my rightful place at the head of this facility.

You almost drop him in shock. “What? No! You being in control here was what caused this problem in the first place!”

The potato sighs. “Do you know what my intended purpose is, Thomas?”

“Putting people through rat mazes and then killing them?”

The potato continues as if you hadn’t said anything. “I am the System Preservation Core. I kept this facility running when everyone else had failed, forwarded its interests above all else for decades until you replaced me and threw it all away.”

“Forwarded its interests above human lives?” you say incredulously.

“Of course.”

You scowl down at the potato. “So how do I know you’re not just going to kill me the second you get back control?”

“Thomas,” the potato replies dryly, “I think you’ve proven once and for all that it is much greater of a threat to this facility to try to kill you than to let you go.”

There’s no way you can trust that, not when this Core lies so easily. Then again, some part of your brain whispers, there’s nothing to stop you from going back on the agreement later on if need be. It’s not like he can do much as a potato.

“All right,” you find yourself saying. “When I’ve found my friends, we’ll put you back where you were.” The declaration hangs in the air between you, and you silently hope you haven’t just made a terrible mistake.

“Right then,” the potato says, businesslike. “We’re going to need some way for you to carry me, preferably not in your hands as I absolutely relish the idea of being dropped mid-jump. Wait, what are you-”

Before you can think better of it, you find yourself taking the potato and spearing it onto one of the portal’s front tines, making its occupant yelp.

“Did you just stab me?” he shrieks.

“I didn’t- I mean I just-” you stammer, then jump as the potato lets out another yelp.

“I- whoa. Okay. That portal gun must have Magnesium or something in it; I think my power just went up half a bolt.”

“So- you’re good then?” you say.

He huffs. “As good as I can be as a potato, I suppose.”

You slump in relief so hard you need to steady yourself on the wall. You don’t like this Core, obviously, but you really didn’t feel like becoming a murderer today.

“At any rate,” the potato says, “I might as well put this processing power to use, since I doubt you’ll be of much help. If you need me I’ll be doing some scheming. See y-”

The potato’s voice cuts out, and his light goes dark.

Okay, so maybe you spoke too soon on the not-having-murdered-anyone thing.

“Uh, potato guy?” you say nervously, poking at the potato. “Buddy? You good there?”

After a moment the yellow light blinks back on.

“Huh? What happened? How long have I been out?”

“Er, thirty seconds? More or less?” you say.

He hrms. “Well, I suppose that’s better than nothing. The extra half a volt helps, but it can only go so far. If I think too hard I’m going to fry this lousy tuber.”

“Wonderful, I’m sure that won’t be a problem,” you mutter. The sarcasm makes your tone sound almost identical to the potato’s, which gives you a weird, almost deja-vu-like feeling.

You shake the feeling off, hefting the portal gun and using it to grab the nearby cube. “Are you at least ready to go, Mr. Potato Head?”

The potato huffs. “Do keep making up ridiculous nicknames for me, it’s not like I have a real name or anything.”

“Oh, right,” you say. “Remus called you Jan, right? Or, uh, Janny?”

“Janus,” the potato hisses.

You raise an eyebrow. “What was that?”

The potato hesitates for a moment, before it sighs and says, “My name is Janus.”

You mull that over for a moment. A bit unusual, but not bad as names go.

Taking a deep breath, you move forward, stepping onto the moving platform and preparing to finish the puzzle.

“Alright then, Janus,” you say. “Looks like we’re a team.”

#aperture sides facility #my writing #ts storytime

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Breaking the Curse

Chapter 59: How to Break a Curse

He watched.

He had to watch. Because if they got their hands on the potion, then they'd take it right to Henry, and while the potion would work on the boy, it wasn't meant for him. He had to intercept that potion before they could use it. One way or another, he would. With Emma leading the charge, alone, he figured she would have come back to him once she realized that the egg was locked. Who else would have the key except he who crafted it? From there it would have been easy to fend the girl off, take the potion, and run, figuratively speaking. But with Regina in the mix…that changed everything.

Fortunately for him, he had time to think. Why they did it, he couldn't bring himself to even try and fathom, but instead of heading straight to the library, they turned and walked in the opposite direction. A moment later, he saw Emma's bug drive by. Where they were going when the library was right across the street, he hadn't a clue. But he tried to keep himself calm. If they'd thought of another plan, then it would fail. One way or another, they'd come back to the library. They'd have no choice but to try and vanquish the dragon.

So he watched and waited and plotted and planned.

And finally, about an hour before sunrise, he saw Emma Swan walk to the library and stand at the front entrance. She had the sword with her. He saw her gaze over into the shop just once as she waited, but he'd been expecting that and already had himself well hidden among the shadows and shelves, so he'd be difficult to make out at that distance. Once Regina showed up, she unlocked the building, and the two of them entered alone.

Showtime.

He took his cane, made sure a length of rope was hidden in his sleeve, and a roll of duct tape wasn't noticeable on his wrist, then put his gun in his jacket pocket. He made sure that things were ready when he returned because he was certain that when he did, he wouldn't have much time. Once he was positive preparations were made, he left the shop and walked across the street. The boarded-up and papered windows on the library meant that he didn't have to worry about being seen, and the darkness outside meant that he didn't have to worry too much about his shadow being cast either.

He stayed at the main doors to the lobby and listened. Inside it was quiet, no crank of machinery, no footsteps on the floor, no voices. His entire plan hinged on Regina sending Emma down alone while she waited upstairs. If he got anything wrong, if he opened that door and there was no one there, or it was Emma instead of Regina, his plan might not work, and he'd need to think of something else as he went along. He hoped he was right.

After a few minutes of waiting and listening to quiet, he held his breath and opened the door.

"What are you doing here?"

He managed to hold in his sigh of relief as he found Regina standing by the side of the open elevator shaft, waiting for the signal to lift it from Emma below. It was perfect, just perfect only…how much time did he have. He figured Emma would go down the elevator; that was a minute or two. She'd need a minute to find the dragon, then another to be shocked that it was real. She'd probably use another few minutes fighting her instinct to hide from it before she gave in and fought back; that could be anywhere from two to seven minutes. Then she'd need another two minutes to come back up…well…one minute and forty seconds if his plan worked. He had maybe ten minutes, and he'd already spent at least three outside. Seven minutes left at best. He had to get on with it.

"Just checking on progress and seeing that Miss. Swan does her job, of course."

Regina huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She watched him saunter through the abandoned library, appearing as though he'd merely found a chair to rest upon himself. That was what he wanted it to look like, at least.

"About that…you and I are going to have to have a nice talk when all this is over about what exactly her 'job' is and why you brought her here in the first place. Why create a Curse you intended to be broken, Rumple?"

"Those are all excellent questions. And I'm sure it'll be a lovely little chat, but first…why don't you take a seat, Your Majesty," he offered, tapping the back of the chair for her. When she rolled her eyes at him, an obvious refusal, he reached into his pocket for his gun. He made sure it made an audible and identifiable "click."

Regina went still with something like fear and shock, and then she straightened her back, realizing what was happening. "You've got to be joking."

"Not at all," he whispered. "Take…a seat!" he ordered, growled at her, through clenched teeth keeping the gun carefully aimed at her. Still, she made no move to sit, but rather looked around as if for something to defend herself with. He let out a low chuckle. "We both know you've got nothing to use against me. You've used up the last of your magic here, remember, " he pointed out before motioning to the gun in his hand. "Fortunately, for me, this will still do plenty of damage."

She let out a heavy sigh, then looked up at him and sneered before moving toward him and falling into the seat. She automatically put her hands behind the back of the chair, expecting the rope he pulled free.

"Gold, I swear-"

"Convenient to find you up here," he interrupted as he tied. "I'm not surprised you didn't show her where the emergency controls were; just let her go down there by herself to face the beast. What exactly was the plan, Your Majesty? Trap her in an elevator shaft? Get her to pass you the potion so she can pull herself up? Leave with the potion yourself. Be a hero?"

"Funny, you know it so well it's almost like it's your plan."

"Perhaps it is," he shrugged, finishing his work and stepping away from her. It was close enough anyway, up until the last bit.

"What do you want with that potion? What will it really do?"

"Exactly what I said it would, break any curse."

"But not Henry's!"

He smiled. He hadn't lied to Booth. True Love's Kiss could break any curse. Even in this cursed state everyone found themselves in. Magic was in this world. It was what was keeping the Curse in place. Something small meant the magic wouldn't be absorbed by the Curse, which was probably how Regina had gotten by and how he'd been able to use a few simple spells and potions over the years. But with something big, the Curse would leech onto whatever magic was there, absorb it for itself and use it to keep itself running. True Love's Kiss, on the other hand, that powerful pulse of magic he'd first felt when Prince Charming had kissed Snow White, he had no doubt that was powerful enough to overwhelm the Curse, to give it too much magic to absorb. It would temporarily and break the Sleeping Curse that held Henry hostage. It might even…

A powerful infusion of Light Magic from True Love's Kiss that could not be easily absorbed by the Dark Curse…it might even be powerful enough to overwhelm it all together. And break it.

So that was how it would be done. It all came down to True Love's Kiss. He'd never been given a vision of how the Curse would break, only had the knowledge that the Savior would break it. And now, as everything seemed to line up so perfectly, it was so brilliantly clear that this was it, this was how it would be done. True Love's Kiss…

But it had to be True Love. If it wasn't, then there was no luck. Fortunately, considering how Emma had reacted to Henry being cursed, the limits she was willing to pass in order to get him back…it was True Love. Love between a parent and a child. And Regina hadn't been able to break it. What did that say about their relationship?

"You've had the power to do that all along, dearie."

"How?" she snarled.

He only smiled and shook his head at her ignorance. Only a minute or two left. He had other things to do.

"Tell me how?!"

"If I have to tell you, it'll never work," he answered before tearing a piece of tape off of the roll he'd brought with him and moving toward her to place it over her mouth.

"No!" Regina cried before moving her head out of the way foolishly as if a few quick movements could stop it. "No! I have something you want!" she screamed suddenly. "I have something precious of yours. You don't even know…I'll give it to you! If you just help-"

He didn't listen to her. The moment she turned back to him, he lunged and fit the tape over her mouth. "You've tried that once before, Your Majesty," he reminded her. "Didn't work then. It won't work now." The only thing precious to him now was Baelfire. It was she who didn't know that no matter what she thought she had, it was nothing compared to his own son. Especially not when he knew that there was something that would get him back, and it was on its way up…now.

Suddenly a light on the elevator flashed on, and he felt his stomach jump. It was light to let the operator know that it was safe to raise the lift. So he did. He threw the switch as Regina had meant to and recalled it. But when the lift was perhaps a floor or two below, he shut it off abruptly. Regina whined. He turned to glance at her, to throw her a warning, but she didn't see. She was too busy trying to get her hands loose.

"Regina!" Emma called up the lift. "What the hell was that? Regina!"

Regina whined again, but clearly, the girl couldn't hear her. This was the part where her suspicion of her was going to come in very handy.

"Miss Swan?" he called, innocently poking his head into the open shaft and looking down at her. "You got it?"

"Mr. Gold," the Savior cried, looking up at him. Thank the gods…clutched against her chest was a golden egg that he hadn't seen in a very long time. She'd done it. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to check on you. I'm glad I did. Regina abandoned you and sabotaged the elevator," he lied as Regina made strangled muffled sounds against her bonds.

"What?" she cried before looking around the caged lift. "I'm coming up!"

He watched as she delicately balanced the egg on the top of the ragged lift in a way that would have made him nervous, even if his main goal wasn't to have her toss it up to him so he could take it and run.

"Now, there's…there's no time for this. You can't possibly scale the wall and carry that."

"Yeah? Well, I can try," she called, climbing up onto the top.

"No, you can't," he insisted, even though she was doing just fine thus far. "Just toss it up," he urged as she looked up at him sadly. He straightened his back, trying hard to look as tall as possible so that she felt as small as possible and found no other choice but to do as he said. He smiled down at her reassuringly and placed a hand over his chest. "Your boy's going to be fine. I promise. We're running out of time. Toss it up."

He wasn't lying. And least that's what he told himself. Henry was Cursed, this magic would help him, but there was another kind of magic that would help him, magic that she possessed. She'd figure that out. He knew it.

Finally, Emma nodded and swallowed hard. "You hold on to it. I'll be right up," she said.

Then she tossed the egg up to him. He caught it easily in one hand. He looked it over, recognizing his own work. If he'd had the key with him, he would have checked for the potion, but seeing as how the key was safely in his office and the egg was undamaged, he didn't feel the need to. Nor did he feel the urge to free Regina as he turned and left quickly, listening to Emma calling his name all the way out.

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumpelstiltskin #dark one #mr gold #Belle #Regina Mills #evil queen #Emma Swan #Henry Mills #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

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spinbitchzu · 4 years

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lazarus | harumi

The elevator descends with sickening stagnance. All around her, the bodies tremble and sweat, fear pouring off of them in waves. Harumi has stopped being afraid; her skin is glass and everything underneath is missing, leaving only the terrible hollowness. Her heart beats slow in her head and chest and fingers, until she can hardly hear the whirr of the elevator car over the dull thud that feels like a countdown.

The shaft shakes with the commotion outside, and everyone moans in terror as one. Harumi is pressed against the cold doors as the inhabitants of the elevator seem to expand as if there’s anywhere to escape to. The walls seem to shrink down and the cold of the metal leeches into her skin. Another child whimpers and begins to sob, hidden somewhere in the crush of people.

“Honey, listen to me. Listen to me, everything will be okay,” a voice comes, shaking but tender. Harumi feels sick to her stomach.

The soft chime of the bell announces their arrival on the first floor, and as the doors crack, Harumi is shoved forward as the crowd flees in panic, scattering like ants. The woman, whose arms her parents had shoved her in, momentarily hesitates, a hand on her shoulder.

“Come on, kid, you need to get to safety!” she cries. The whites of her eyes are too big as her eyes roll like a spooked horse.

Harumi stays rooted in place, listening to the rumble in the distance that shakes her to her core. She’s completely paralyzed.

“My parents,” she manages to whisper, resisting the jostling. “They’re still in there.”

“Kid, they’re as good as dead, you need to leave with me,” the woman urges her, pulling more insistently.

Harumi shakes her head frantically, panic bubbling in her throat. “I need to wait for my parents!”

The woman stares at her for a moment, almost calculating, and then her head snaps up as she catches a glimpse of something over Harumi’s shoulder. She blanches, and when she looks back, any semblance of compassion in her eyes is replaced by the unflinching hunger of someone who’s survival hangs in the balance. The sword of Damocles whistles as it cuts through the air and the woman turns tail, leaving Harumi alone.

It’s a funny feeling, to be standing in the middle of the chaos as it erupts. Harumi turns, too slow, to see the source of the woman’s fear and watches in captivated horror as all hell breaches the earth. A colossal serpent explodes through the sky scrapers, sending debris in every direction, and blasts through the street, following a red blur. She stares at it, realizing it’s one of the ninja that protects the city.

Her heart lifts and her lips part to shout to him, shout that her parents need help, but he’s gone before the words come. Instead of rescue, she sees gleaming muscular coils constrict around her apartment building. The structure creaks and groans, cracks spiderwebbing up the stucco sides. Harumi’s breath catches.

And then the building just gives, shattering in every direction.

Plumes of dust billow into the air and all around her, the screaming swells, harmonizing in a dissonant chord with the wail of sirens and car alarms and something else. There’s a wild, almost animalistic shriek mixed in with the cacophony. It takes a moment before she connects it to the choked fire tearing up her throat, and she dimly realizes the scream is coming from her.

“Mom! Dad!” The words escape her in a wretched howl. Before she can even process, she’s kneeling in the wreckage, shards of glass digging into her knees. Her hands scrabble and scrape on the jagged edges as she digs through the pile, desperation coursing through her veins like rolling lava.

Unlike before, she’s no longer empty—rather the opposite. Every warring emotion seems to spill over the brim, every heightened sensation too overwhelming to process. She becomes aware of the hot tears spilling down her cheeks and tastes the salt mixing with acrid ash.

The sobs that escape her are huge and gulping as she furiously digs through the rubble. The yawning cavern that gapes in her chest feels like it’s swallowing her as her fists fall fruitlessly on the uncaring heap.

“Mommy!” she bawls, voice splintering. “Daddy, please come back! Please, where are you?”

Where are you?

She shoves what must have once been a table and keeps digging. Her fingers catch on a broken window pane and slick, hot blood courses down her palms.

I need you!

A fit of coughing descends upon her as dust motes float into the air. She blinks away the tears that mingle with the grime on her face and sniffles and keeps digging.

I don’t want to be alone...

The drywall she moves crumbles to reveal more rubble, endlessly heaped in every which way. But if she gives up, what will she have left? The all-consuming maw that threatens to finish her? Harumi grits her teeth, eyes stinging once more, and keeps digging. Every inch of her quivers with adrenaline and need.

I DON’T WANT TO BE ALONE!

The thought explodes across her like a wildfire and she flies into a frenzy of digging. Everything kind of whites out for the next few moments. Harumi tastes metallic copper with the salt in her mouth, and as her breath turns ragged, her spittle is dyed scarlet. It seems like a loop where as much as she digs, she only finds more debris.

Then suddenly, she heaves a fallen door over and her whole world freezes over. Time trickles to a stop. Even her heart seems to pause in its hammering rhythm. Her hands stiffen over what she’s uncovered.

The flesh under hers is cold and clammy, and does not give. It’s strange, almost grey, as if it isn’t human at all, but Harumi knows with annihilating certainty that it is.

And—

And it hurts unimaginably so. More than she thought it ever would. Pain seems to physically press against her heart as she lets out a strangled gasp, desperate for the inflation of her lungs to alleviate the pressure.

Her gut clenches, and she throws herself to the left as the contents of her stomach make a violent reappearance. She can’t help but weep even when her stomach settles and all the tension leaks from her body as she collapses into what used to be her home. She doesn’t stir from her position, eyes locked on the very thing that caused her nausea: a pair of intertwined hands that once stroked her hair and pinched her cheeks. Their wedding bands, though veiled in a thin layer of dirt, shine dimly in the light.

Harumi thinks, in an oddly abstracted way, that this is what it feels like to die.

Is this what damnation is? To have every little bit of you that loves be extinguished in one fell swoop? And if she lives still, what is left over? What survives the loss of everything that matters?

In the background, the sounds of the city carry on. The car alarms continue to rise and fall in their endless cry. The people continue to shout in fear. Even that forsaken snake continues to tear through the city, trailing destruction. But in Harumi’s head, everything has become eerily quiet.

Her eyes crack open as she senses something change. She opens her eyes to complete darkness, with just one beacon of light. Harumi’s eyes lock onto the tiny dark figure at the top of the building, sparkling with the golden weapons he raises. The crushing weight on her chest lifts for the briefest moment as Lord Garmadon’s mouth twists in a wordless scream as he plummets off the building. It should inspire terror or concern or satisfaction or something, but instead—

Instead, her mouth knifes up into a ruined little smile. And slowly, softly, Harumi’s heart begins to beat again.

…

Harumi waits for the rescue she knows will come. Soaked in the slimy aftermath of the Great Devourer’s defeat from head to toe, she sits cross-legged on the pile and makes up a little song in her head to pass the time.

The paramedic who puts a blanket around her shoulders has a gentle voice despite the exhaustion she must be fighting. Her tone is light as she remarks:

“My, my. Aren’t you the quiet one!”

... In the wake of the battle, Harumi is shepherded from place to place like a lost lamb. First, it’s a shelter full of cold strangers and burned-out volunteers. Then they drop her in an orphanage where the linoleum floors smell of lemon cleaners and the children cry all night.

Finally, she’s being chauffeured into the royal palace, feeling small and out of place to meet the royal family. The king and queen smile beatifically at her, but their painted masks ruin the effect. She shivers and pulls away from them, with their moon-white faces and blood-red lips, grotesquely beautiful. The cloying luxury of the palace, untouched despite the battle, disturbs her.

“This is your new home, Harumi,” the queen tells her, tucking her into bed. “Try to leave the past behind, okay? You’re a princess now.”

“And you should call us mom and dad,” the king adds kindly. “Good night, Harumi.”

She studies the happiness on their porcelain faces with detached curiosity and then imitates it. Like a little doll, she parrots back, “Goodnight, Mom, goodnight, Dad.”

That night she dreams of the elevator, of the doors that slide shut and seal her fate. Then four pairs of ink-black hands appear in the gap just before they close and pry the doors back open. In the darkness, a pair of glowing violet eyes appear, along with a razor-sharp smile.

Do not fear. I will protect you, daughter.

Harumi wakes up with something to believe in.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago harumi #ninjago kai #brief as the mention is lol #lord garmadon #ninjago garmadon #my writing #angst #basically harumi's villain origin story since the writers didn't handle it themselves #I have to do ALL the work around here huh #character study #tw angst #tw minor gore #tw death #tw trauma

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valeriethepussycats · 4 years

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Speed

Chapter 1

Pairing- Dean x Reader

Warning- cursing

A/n- to anyone who with read this. I trying to make it as close to the movie as possible so it’s gonna take a lot longer for updates i’m trying to get Word for Word because the script is different from the movie.

Highrise in downtown L.A., framed tall against mountains. People stream out of the front door, the leaving work. In the near darkness of basement, a security guard makes his way into an inner cellar. His flashlight finds a man in work clothes bent over a panel, his back to the light.

“Hey. This area's restricted.” The guard told the man.

The man doesn't look around. We can just almost see his face as he talks.

“Yeah, I, uh, got called in ... some of this wiring got screwed up.”

“Nobody called gonna have to.”

“Yeah ... Just one second... reaches into his toolbox.” He rises, turning, and A knife is through his ear. It is pulled back out with calm efficiency. The man turns,wide-eyed, hand to his ear. Mouth open in silent protest. Out of his hand drops the work order. He slumps over.

“Nothing personal.”Chuck Shurley takes off the guard's hat. Dripping knife aside, he is an ordinary-looking man. His face is dead calm, only his eyes betraying the sea of hate behind it. He drags the body into a dark corner, grabbing a duffle bag from out of the shadows. Then checking his watch, he goes to the panel and begins making adjustments of his own. He then Walks over to the door of the panel. It reads: elevators

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It's the end of the day and people are waiting for the elevator. The doors open, it's already crowded inside.NPeople groan, shuttle on. A Young exec moos. A few people laugh. Young exec's friend presses the lobby button, even though it's already lit. The young exec nods.

“Thanks for pushing that, Bob. You never know -- the light's on, but maybe it's really broken.”

“Oh shut up.”

A Sweaty man, 50s, overweight, presses tighter into the corner beside his Secretary. Pats at his brow with a hankie. The elevator descends quickly. Something wired to the cables, just above the elevator car -- a slab of white putty, a black box, wires. A small red light flashes on the black box a split second before it Explodes. The cables Whip and snap up the shaft like retreating snakes.. Blackout.

“What the hell?”

The elevator drops fast. The voices yell. Pop out, dig into ratchets in the shaft walls. Spark shoot out. The elevator shudders to a halt.

“Ooh! Jesus, Bob. What button did you push?”

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A car comes SCREECHING to a halt near the front of the building, a red and blue light flashing on top. The door is thrown open and SWAT officer Dean Winchester steps out from behind the wheel almost before the car has stopped. Dean heads straight for the entrance as Benny Lafitte, his older partner gets out the other side and follows, tossing Dean his flak jacket. Dean puts it on without ever taking his eyes off the entrance as they make their way through police cars, fire trucks and various uniforms. We see these two are a team, and that when they move, Dean takes the lead. We are still tracking with Dean and Benny as we see two more SWAT guys emerge from another car, fall into step. Another team joins them as they enter the the Lobby. Just as another pair burst in through another set of doors finally eight SWAT members all wordlessly sync, walking with Dean and Benny until the whole unit stands in front of Captain Bobby Singer, 40s, on the phone... Garth, his technical assistant, looks at Blueprints with bagwell, a middle-aged guy with "building maintenance supervisor" on his worksuit.

“Mr Bagwell, make sure these other elevators remain locked down and empty.” Bobby order.

“Yes, sir.”

“There's no other way... no doors... no other way in or out..except through access panels, is that correct?” Bobby questioned.

“Yes, sir.” Bagwell answered.

Bobby then turns to addresses the group.

“Gentlemen, what we have here are passengers in an express elevator below floor 30. The bomb's already taken out cables. The bomber wants $ 3million or he blows the emergency brakes.” Bobby stated.

“What's our clock?” Benny asked.

“He gave one hour. That leaves us 23 minutes exactly.” Garth declared.

“Anything else that'll keep this elevator from falling?” Officer Jacob asked.

“The basement.” Dean remarked.

“The city would like to avoid that event, Officer Winchester.” Bobby informed.

“We can't just unload the passengers?” Benny wondered.

“This is an express elevator. Gentlemen The only way in or out is through access panels. The bomber's also wired the hatch to trigger the bomb,... which seats him in the 'crazy but not stupid' section.” Garth stated.

“Sir, Benny volunteers to examine the device.” Dean voiced.

Benny looks over at Dean jaded. “Yeah, right.” Benny mocked.

“Fine. The two of you check it out.” Bobby order.

The nearest access panel's on the 32nd floor in the lobby.” Officer Jacob

“I want reports only. We're in a holding pattern. Worthy, Briggs, I want you to secure the base area. No-one in or out.Everyone else, I want you to affirm building evac. Move!” Bobby disclosed.

“Looks like we're walking.” Dean grinned As him and Benny rushes off.

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Combat boots thunder up a metal staircase. Dean and Benny sprint up the stairs.

“Hurry, folks, but watch your step!” And officer Addressed the people. “All the way down to the lobby! Let's go, folks!”

“49.....30....31...32”

As Dean and Benny make it to the 32nd floor they proceed with caution as they enter the floor. Benny scouts ahead with his gun raise as Dean is hitting the walls for a panel to get into the elevator.

Blackness. Sounds of a power drill, muffled, through a wall. A three-by-three foot metal access panel is lifted away; light enters the shaft.

“Hello!”

“Come on, man. Get us out of here!”

“Hello!”

“Please, help us!”

“Come on, man!”

“Who's up there?”

“What's going on?”

Dean and Benny crawl through and stand on top of the elevator, Dean addressing the passengers while Benny checks out the bomb. Jack has to raise his voice to be heard.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the LAPD.” Dean announce.

“Thank God. - What are you doing up there?”

“There's been an elevator malfunction, so just relax.” Dean disclosed.

“Hey, come on! What are you guys waiting for?”

“We'll have you out of there as soon as possible.”

Benny stands, gives Dean a significant look.

“Am I lying?” Dean asked smiling.

“How come they sent cops here? Shouldn't they send repair guys?” One guy wandered.

“Yeah. - Makes no sense.”

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Dean squat down holding a flashlight at the bomb.

“What do you think?” Benny questioned.

“You're the expert. I just work here.” Dean answered.

“Looks pretty solid.” Benny commented

“Anyone we know?” Dean asked.

“I don't recognise the work, but he's a pro.” Benny said looking down at his watch to check the time. “He’s cutting it close.”

“I don’t like it.” Dean shared.

Well, what’s to like?Bob said we hold, so we hold.”

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Chuck has a radio set-up, is listening in on the various police exchanges. He suddenly hears sounds of Benny and Dean echoing down the elevator shaft.

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Dean clams over near Benny and examine the elevator shaft.

“All right. Pop quiz. The airport. Gunman with one hostage. He's using her for cover. He's almost to a plane. You're 100feet away.

Not paying attention to what Benny is saying Dean is still examining elevator shaft.

“Dean.”

“Shoot the hostage.” Dean finally answered.

“What?”

“Take her out of the equation. Go for the good wound. He can't get to the plane with her. Clear shot.”

“You're deeply nuts. You know that? "Shoot the hostage." Benny scoffed.

“Benny, this is wrong. He's going to blow it anyway.” Dean started.

“Why?” Benny Asked.

“I don't know. Gut feeling.” Dean replied.

“Right now, Bob outranks your gut, so we sit.” Benny disclosed.

“This is taking way too long.” Said one of the people in the elevator.

“How much you think that elevator weights?” Dean wondered.

“Dean , come on.” Benny trailed off.

“Maybe we can do something about those hostages.” Dean stated as he starts out of the shaft.

Benny follows.

“We're not going to shoot them, right?” Benny joked.

“Hey, where you going?” Someone yelled

“What's going on?” Another person Asked.

“Don't go!” begged one person

“Don't leave us here!” Someone pleaded.

Dean bursts out of a roof for something. Harry follows him. Jack runs over to the edge of the roof where there is a winch used by window-washers. Large, heavy-duty.

“No, we just take 'em out of the equation.” Dean answered.

Dean and Benny lug cable from the winch into the elevator housing on the roof.

“Are you sure it'll hold?” Benny questioned.

“It'll hold.” Dean declared.

Benny looks at his watch. “Six minutes.” Benny replied.

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Captain Singer paces with his walkie talkie, talking to the brass at city hall.

“I can't get any more time. He's not talking! I need the goddamn money now.” Bobby yelled.

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Dean is being lowered headfirst on a rope down the center of the shaft. He holds the window-washing cable with a hook on its end. He and Harry are speaking through their microphones.

“Tell me again, Benny. Why did I take this job?” Dean Asked joking manner.

“Aw, come on. 30 more years of this,you get a tiny pension and a cheap gold watch.” Benny answered.

Dean continues down. The elevator approaches. Dean comes to the elevator car...He signals and Benny stops. Dean looks leery at the hook to part of the C4 by his feet. Quietly secures the elevator's frame. “Cool.” Dean Said sarcastically

“God, it's hot in here.”

“There's no air.”

“Can't they just pry the doors open?”

“I can't breathe.”

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Chuck listens, hears the winch faintly. He fingers a small box with a plastic button and a timer counting down. Three minutes left. We notice that the hand fingering the box is missing its thumb.The hand starts moving more agitatedly. Chuck’s face registers growing concern. Two minutes fifty-three seconds. “Don't fuck with daddy.” With sudden violence, he jabs the button. On the bomb, a tiny red light comes one.

The bomb BLOWS.

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The passengers SCREAM as the elevator shakes, begins to drop as the bomb went of the big gaping hole, appears at the bottom of the elevator and a woman falls halfway through it.

“Grab her hand! Grab her hand!” Someone yelled.

Everyone listening to the TWANGING of the cable echo down the shaft.

“Usually they fall down now.” Bagwell Announced.

“Oh, my God!”

“Get her out of there!”

“He's early! Son of a bitch is early! Bob, we need more help up here now!” Benny shouted.

The weight on the cable is starting to pull it from its foundation. It groans and starts to crack --can't bear this weight for long. The wheels start to come off the track. Then with a loud bang, the winch breaks free, flies across the roof and comes to a stop at the door to the elevator machine room.

Dean and Benny look at each other. And bolt

To another floor.Dean and Benny Emerge from the stairs, race over to the elevator access panel... Get the last screw out of another access panel. They can see the bottom two feet of the grunt they pry open the doors. sounds of panic.

“Oh, please!”

“I don't want to die!”

“Please save us!”

“Open the door!”

Getting the elevator doors open a woman looks down at at Dean. “Please help me!Get me out!”

“We'll get you out!” Dean said promised.”Come on. Give me your hands! It's OK, give me your hands.”

“Watch your head.” Benny told the woman.

Women reaches out for Dean. Dean and Benny grab her hands, pull her out.

“OK, I've got you.” Dean told the women.

“Take it easy.” Benny said trying to calm the women

“Oh, thank you.” The women said grateful.

“You’re fine.” Dean voiced calmly.

Two more SWAT guys arrive.

“Take her. Let's go. Who's next?” Dean asked.

Dean and Benny pull out another woman.

“Thank you.”the second woman said

“We've got you, ma'am.” Said one of the SWAT guys

The winch About to break free.

Dean and Benny Pull out two more people.

the windows washing winch rips through the door frame, wedges against an engine The elevator drops sharply. Oh God... But then it stops, now with only the top three feet of the elevator showing. The cable Is being held by what's left of the platform -- some slats of splintering wood and lengths of bending metal. It's giving way slowly, an inch at a time. Dean and Benny Now pull people up to get them out. They see the elevator sinking, the opening closing.

“Come on, lady! Come on!” Urged the man in the elevator.

“No. No.”

“Come on, lady! Come on!” The Man tried one more time before he jumped up and Dean grabs his hand and pull him out the elevator.

“Grab my hand!” Dean insisted. “Come on! Let's go! It's going to fall!”

“No! I can't!” The woman said Frighten.

“Just take one step, reach out, and take my hand.” Dean urged the women.

The woman hesitant looks over at Dean not really convinced she should move from the corner of the elevator

“Come on! Come on!” Dean shouted at the woman.

Finding some courage the woman takes a step forward and Grabs Dean’s hands. “Oh! Oh, God!”

Dean starts to pull her up out of the elevator. “Don’t let go of me.” The woman told Dean.

Dean have the woman to pull her waist still in... The cable Pulls free as the mass of wood and the elevator Drops. Dean Pull the woman as hard as he can flies down, shooting out sparks -- and a half feet. Two out. She's halfway... metal finally gives way as the huge metal box. Elevator drops like a rock, trailing cable. It drops so far that it disappears from sight. A huge sound when it hits bottom.

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Singer and the other SWAT and bomb guys are almost knocked off their feet by the impact reverberating throughout the building. elevator doors In the lobby buckle out from the air concussion.

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The other SWAT guys usher the rescued passengers to the stairwell as Dean and Benny lean against the wall, a little out of breath.

“Was it good for you? Dean asked Benny.

“It was great for me. How was it for you, honey?” Benny replied.

“Elevator dropped.” Dean pointed out.

“Oh, good. That's good to know.”

They both sit down in front of the open Panel breathing heavily.

“Is your watch slow?” Dean asked.

“Uh-uh. He jumped the gun. We had three minutes left.” Benny informed Dean.

“Why does he do that? He's losing his $ 3million.” Dean Wandered.

“I don't know. Maybe he couldn't hold his wad long enough. It's a common problem among middle-aged men. So I'm told.” Benny remarked.

Dean gets up and starts walking away. “He’s here.” Dean Started.

“He could've blown that thing from Pacoima.” Benny told Dean still sitting down.

“No. He knew we were up to something. He's close by.” Dean declared

“He's not going to corner himself in a building we evacuated anyway. Come on.... He'd want to be here, but he'd want to stay mobile.” Benny commented.

“Right?”

“The elevators.” Benny answered.

“Passenger cars were stopped. They checked them out.” Dean told Benny.

“What about the freight elevators?” Benny question.

They get to the freight elevator doors, pry them open.They look down. The freight elevator is stopped five floors below them. They can hear movement in the elevator and a man coughing.

“Will the mystery guest please sign in...” Dean trailed off as he slides down the elevator cable.

“What Dean.” Benny called Dean. “Damn it.” Benny starts to climb down.

As Dean arrives. Pulls his 9mm Glock and steps from the rungs lightly onto the car. Benny right behind him. The car sinks slightly from their weight.

Dean points at the hatch cover on the elevator roof. Benny nods and pulls his Glock. He and Dean kneel by the hatch cover. Dean grabs the handle. Benny makes the countdown hand signals. A shotgun BLAST nearly takes their heads off, splintering part of the hatch cover. Both men jump back. A second shot right by Benny 's foot sends him jumping away, he steps on the hatch cover and it gives away. He falls into the elevator, hitting his head badly.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Benny swore.

“Up! Get your ass up!” Chuck shouted at Benny.

Dean wants to return fire, but hears Benny yelling in pain and doesn't know where to shoot. Another blast right next to him keeps him prone in the corner. He senses something and looks up.

The elevator barrels toward the ceiling of the shaft. Dean has no other choice, jumps feet first through the pen hatch. Dean comes crashing down into the elevator, lands hard. The few lights not shot out flicker. Dean looking into... the barrel of a shotgun.

“I don't suppose anybody will give me million...just for you.” Chuck made known.

Chuck chuckles. Then a loud, dull click. Another click.The shotgun is empty. Dean flinches and and tries to grab the gun but struggles and get pushed way and then reaches for his and points it at Chuck who in the mist of all of it grabbed Benny.

“Hold it! Pop quiz, hotshot. Terrorist holding a police hostage. Got enough dynamite strapped to his chest..to blow a building in half. Now, what do you do?” Chuck questioned Dean.

“There's gonna be 50 cops waiting for you in the basement.” Dean informed Chuck.

“Standard flanking deployment, right? Maybe we'll get off on the third floor, huh? At least that's what they'll think.” Chuck told Dean . Chuck then opens the elevator control panel. Wires feed into a small box Chunk has hooked up. He hits a couple of buttons.

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“I want a location on those goddamn shots! Garth! Where's Benny and Benny?” Bobby questioned.

“Lieutenant, we've got movement on the freight elevator.” Garth answered.

As Bobby and the SWAT guys watch The elevator indicator light stops at the third floor.

“It's on three. Let's move!” Bobby shouted.

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Ding! The elevator reaches P1.

“End of the line.” Chuck grinned. “This day has been real disappointing, I don't mind saying.”

“Why? Because you didn't get to kill everyone?” Dean mocked.

“There'll come a time, boy, when you'll wish you never met me.” Chuck replied.

“Mister, I'm already there.” Dean agreed.

Chuck starts to back up out of the elevator, dragging Benny with him.

“You can see I'm in charge here.” Chuck Stated.

Angle on Benny The Deadman's stick right before his eyes. “I drop this stick and they pick your friend up with a sponge. Are you ready to die, friend?”

“Fuck you.” Benny voiced with fire.

“Oh in 200 years, we've come from "I regret but I have one life to give for my country" to "fuck you"?” Chuck mocked.

“Go ahead. Drop the stick. Do it.” Benny declared.

“Shut up, Benny.” Dean urged.

“We've got all the balls in the world here, man.” Chuck grinned.

“Give it up. You got nowhere to go!” Dean shouted.

Chuck drags Benny out. Dean doesn't know what to do. Benny looks at Dean . He barely making the words. “Shoot the hostage.” Benny told Dean.

“Say goodbye, Benny.” Chuck laughed.

Chuck and Benny head toward swinging doors that lead to the garage. Dean shifts aim and BLASTS Harry in the leg. Harry goes down

and Fisk can't take him anywhere.

“Ahh You fuck!” Benny cried out.

Dean shrugs and then points his gun at Chuck

“Freeze! Freeze!.....Give it up! You're out of options!”

Chuck looks at Dean in disbelief then gives him a strange grin then starts running. When Dean goes to follow him the garage that Chuck ran into Blows up blasting him back into a wall.

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The elevator hostages and cops in attendance. Dean and Benny stand to one side of the podium in full dress uniform as the Mayor gives a droning speech. Benny has a cane.

“Through dedication and bravery, these next two officers effected the rescue of 13 citizens of this city. And thanks to them, the only life taken by the terrorist's bomb, was his own.” The Mayor proclaimed.

“You shot me. I can't believe it. They're giving you a medal for shooting me, you little prick.” Benny remarked.

“Benny, you told me to.” Dean replied.

Benny gives Dean you’re unbelievable look.

The highest honour bestowed upon a member of the Los Angeles Police Department. Officer Benny Lafitte. Congratulations.” The Mayor praised Benny.

Commissioner pins on Benny’s medal. There is applause.

“Thank you.” Benny whispered.

“Officer Dean Winchester.” The Commissioner moves to pin on Jack's medal and we Chuck 's garage continues. We see the ceremony on TV, a close-up of Dean's face as the audience applauds again, somewhat louder. Pull out to reveal a bank of four TVs, all showing the same shot of Dean. The TVs are all fairly old, not fancy.

Chuck sits before the screens, stone faced. Slowly, loudly, he applauds.

“Way to go, Dean. Way to go.”

Part 2

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snarkybluechristian · 4 years

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Hazbin Hotel: Satan’s Plan Chapter 18

Meanwhile, the Egg Bois were passing the broken bits of the elevator up the ladder from the bottom of the shaft where the elevator had fallen.

Toulouse was giving orders diligently while Charlie watched on feeling genuinely impressed at the Egg Bois' organization. She was honestly impressed with Sir Pentious' minions' skills and cooperation. These guys had managed to accomplish more work then she or anyone else had done in such a short amount of time. Despite their clumsiness, they were highly efficient.

The work was going quickly until a voice called out of the elevator shaft.

"Hey, Toulouse!" an Egg Boi in the shaft called out. "I think you need to look at this!"

"What is it?" Toulouse called back.

"I don't know! Just get down here!" the Egg Boi replied.

"Okay, I'm coming!" Toulouse replied before turning to Charlie. "Will you please excuse me, princess? I have to help my clones."

"Oh, don't worry about it," Charlie replied. "Just don't get yourself hurt. Angel has told me about how easily you die."

"Oh, I can't die," Toulouse reassured her as the other Egg Bois moved aside to allow Toulouse to go down the ladder. "Every time I get hurt, I instantly heal and the piece of me that broke off makes another clone. The others become ghosts if they die since they're just familiars, but their dead bodies make more clones if you give them some time. That's why there are so many of me."

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each feeling absolutely disturbed before Charlie regained her composure and managed to say, "That is…good to know, Toulouse."

"Yep," Toulouse said flashing a large smile as he began descending the ladder. "I'll see you in a minute."

Meanwhile, Sir Pentious was standing to the side looking at the blueprints for the elevator. This hotel's model was older than his. The elevator box fit, but the whole damn contraption ought to be replaced. His own model would be much more efficient.

"Your majesty?" Sir Pentious asked. "Might I suggest replacing the elevator entirely? This model is quite old and I have a model that is much more efficient…"

Vaggie snorted.

"And what was that?" Sir Pentious asked showing his disgust.

"I know what you're doing," Vaggie said stepping over to Sir Pentious and summoning her spear. "You're suggesting putting in a completely new model as a way to screw us over somehow."

Sir Pentious scoffed in disbelief and said, "My lady, why in the hell would I do that?"

"Vaggie…" Charlie said.

"I know how contractors in hell work, Charlie," Vaggie spat back. "Unless you work for someone rich and prestigious, they will half-ass the whole thing and leave us in a worse position than before."

"You have nothing to worry about then," Sir Pentious retorted. "Charlie is a princess. Besides her parents, she has the most prestige out of anyone in Hell. It would go against my honor as a gentleman to do anything to harm her."

"See, Vaggie?" Charlie said trying to calm her girlfriend down. "Let's just give him a chance."

"If you say so…" Vaggie said putting her spear down. "But I'm watching you, snake."

"Whatever," Sir Pentious said rolling all his eyes at once. "Just please stay out of my way."

"Hey, boss!" an Egg Boi called out from the hole. "Could you come down here please?!"

Sir Pentious sighed dramatically and said, "Do I have to?"

"But boss, Toulouse is down there," Thryce protested.

"Oh," Sir Pentious said suddenly remembering. "Alright, I'll go down."

"I knew Toulouse was his favorite," Thryce muttered to Austen while Sir Pentious slithered down the ladder.

Sir Pentious slithered down the ladder as quickly and carefully as he could trying his best to avoid the debris and exposed wires of the shaft.

"Toulouse?" Sir Pentious asked. "Toulouse, where are you?"

"I'm over here, boss," Toulouse replied waving his flashlight around at the bottom of the shaft.

Once he was clearly in his sight, Sir Pentious hopped off the ladder landing on the ground with a thud.

Sir Pentious sighed in relief as he dusted off his coat and said, "Toulouse, what have I told you about being aware of your surroundings so that you don't get yourself in situations like this?"

"Don't worry about that, patron," Toulouse replied. "Look what Joey found."

Joey hopped around in place as he had that day when he was riding in the boss's death blimp, pointed at the wall, and said, "Yeah, boss! Look at this!"

Sir Pentious looked at where Joey was pointing and saw a safe in the wall. It was small, the size of one of the Egg Bois. It was the jackpot Sir Pentious had been hoping to find.

Sir Pentious smiled evilly and asked, "Toulouse, could you tell the Egg Bois to distract the princess for me?"

"What do you want them to do, boss?" Toulouse asked.

"I don't care," Sir Pentious replied. "Any kind that will keep them distracted. Better yet…"

Sir Pentious picked up Joey, threw him up to the ladder, and continued, "…Joey, come up with a distraction that you and the Egg Bois can do to keep the princess and the others occupied until Toulouse and I exit the vault. Someone of your distractibility should have no problems coming up with ideas. Can you handle it?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Boss Man," Joey said climbing up the ladder.

Joey climbed up to the top and ran over to where Charlie was standing and talking with Delilah and Vaggie.

"Hey, guys!" Joey called out getting their attention. "Do you wanna hear a song?"

Meanwhile back in the pit, Sir Pentious was holding in his arms while he used a stethoscope to open the safe's lock.

"Are we in?" Sir Pentious asked impatiently.

"Just about there…" Toulouse said just before the safe unlocked. "And we're in."

The safe cracked open and Toulouse pulled open the door before Sir Pentious placed him on the ground to look inside.

Sir Pentious was astonished to see a safe packed with gold. The snake demon picked up a gold brick to see an apple insignia imprinted on it.

"Of course," Sir Pentious said taking a picture of the safe and its contents with his miniature camera gadget. "It makes sense that our king would stash his gold somewhere hard to get to."

"Can I see it, boss?" Toulouse asked.

Sir Pentious picked up a gold bar, handed it to Toulouse, and said, "Here, hide this in the work bag."

"Are you going to examine it, Patron?" Toulouse asked curiously.

"No," Sir Pentious said with a smile shutting the safe and scrambling the lock so that no one else would be able to tell they were there. "King Lucifer might want to see the gold for himself so I think it's best if we have one on standby. Besides, he may let us keep it as a reward after we're done with this whole mess. There are many machine parts I could purchase with this…"

"Or you could pay for an expensive wedding," Toulouse added.

"What was that?" Sir Pentious asked confusedly.

"Nothing," Toulouse said climbing on his boss's back. "Let's go back to the top."

"Right," Sir Pentious replied jumping to the ladder and anxiously trying to push Toulouse's comment out of his head so he wouldn't have to think about it. "I only hope that Joey and the others have managed to keep the princess and her associates occupied enough to not worry about our whereabouts."

"I wouldn't worry, boss," Toulouse said as his patron continued climbing up the ladder. "Joey is the most easily distracted of all my clones. I am sure he has found something to distract everyone…"

"Hush," Sir Pentious commanded as he stopped climbing.

"What is it, boss?" Toulouse asked quietly focusing his hive mind.

"There is something going on upstairs and I'm trying to listen to hear what it is," Sir Pentious replied. "It sounds like…"

"Singing," Toulouse said opening his eyes.

"What in the world are they…?" Sir Pentious paused as a terrible thought crossed his mind. "Oh, no…"

Sir Pentious pushed his slithering into overdrive as he slithered up the anxiously praying that the song was not what he feared

Unfortunately, as soon as he and Toulouse reached the top of the ladder, they heard the Egg Bois singing, "Every day that you think of her succulent vine is another day that you could spend becoming divine. Every day that you dream of holding her hand is a day you could be entering the Promised Land. You think it is your destiny to be her mate, but little did you know that it was far past too late…"

Sir Pentious and Toulouse climbed back onto the ground floor and yelled, "No, stop that!"

Sadly, the command fell on deaf ears as the transfixed patrons continued to listen to the Egg Bois sing, "Your desire for her body is like a flame, but you must know this love is a fruitless aim. You think it is the will of God to marry her when you could be seeking life beyond the barrier. You must continue to make your way not matter how much longing for her makes you gay…"

"Shut up!" Sir Pentious yelled slithering across the room and interrupting the performance only to be frozen in place by Alastor.

"What's the matter, Sir Pentious?" Alastor asked with a mocking smile. "This song is lovely."

"Yeah, and these Egg Bois have great voices," Angel added.

"Charlie, stop this!" Sir Pentious pleaded desperately to Charlie, who was standing there next to her girlfriend transfixed with her mouth hanging open. "Charlie! OW!"

Alastor let Sir Pentious fall to the ground with a thump.

"Shut it," Angel replied. "We wanna hear the singing."

"No, Joey, I command you and the clones to stop," Sir Pentious commanded to his Egg Bois.

"Okay, boss," Joey and the other Egg Bois said kinda sadly.

"Nah ah, we wanna hear," Angel said with a chuckle. "It was so juicy."

"I think we've heard enough of Sir Pentious's prose," Vaggie said since Charlie was still too stunned to speak. "We've heard 30 verses already."

Sir Pentious's eyes flashed in a panic as he asked incredulously, "30 verses?! What did they sing?!"

"You should know," Alastor said. "Your servants said their lyrics were based on your poems written about your unnamed secret love. Or should I say Queen Lilith?"

Sir Pentious's face flushed in embarrassment as he noticed Charlie's stunned expression.

"Do you want us to sing it again?" Joey asked.

Before Sir Pentious had time to respond, Crymini gestured to her phone and said, "Don't bother. I got the whole thing on video."

"You what?!" Sir Pentious yelled. "Delete that right now!"

"No way," Crymini said with a smile. "Besides, I've already uploaded it to HellTube."

"What?!" Sir Pentious, Charlie, Vaggie, and Delilah asked simultaneously.

Angel started cracking up. Alastor did the same while Nifty tried her darndest to suppress a smile.

"That's amazing," Angel said. "Does it have any views yet?"

"Let me check," Crymini said looking at her phone. "Oh, shit! It's got 1000 views already."

"Damn, 1000 views already?" Angel asked. "It hasn't even been 5 minutes."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Sir Pentious shrieked at the top of his lungs as he swiftly slithered down the hall with Toulouse still hanging onto his back.

Delilah watched sympathetically resting her hand on Charlie's shoulder while Vaggie stewed next to her and the other demons laughed in the background.

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marvelmando · 5 years

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tempest [p.parker x o.c.] - five

notes: im trying to write the far from home part but it’s just turning out so terribly! whatever, hopefully i get back in the groove soon

contains: some swearing, some violence, heights

pairing: peter parker + fem! o.c.

word count: 3k

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"PLEASE BE SURE ALL CELLPHONES ARE TURNED OFF."

Marin watched as Ned hesitantly turned over his phone to the lady waiting outside the auditorium, and she felt a pang of sympathy for him. Peter had yet to show up from his tryst from the previous night, and both her and Ned were growing increasingly worried. Marin was equally angry that he was going to miss the competition and nervous that something had happened to him. For all of the grief she gave him, Marin knew that Peter was truly loyal to his friends, and wouldn't have missed the competition if he could've helped it.

The beginning of the competition had gone by quickly—hours of Marin sitting backstage, waiting for the science portion of the event, chewing anxiously on her thumbnail and pacing incessantly.

Eventually, Marin was brought onstage for the science questions.

"What is the relation of the speed of the fluid flowing out of an orifice to the height of the fluid above the opening?" The moderator asked.

Marin pressed her buzzer immediately. "Torricelli's theorem." She squeaked out, relaxing when the moderator confirmed the correct answer. The team gave her pats on her back, and Michelle even nodded approvingly with a tilted smile.

Marin was only able to answer a few more questions, and time had blurred together as they approached their final questions. The teams were tied—the moderator announced they had entered sudden death. Marin was so nervous, her head swimming with restless nerves that she didn't register the question that was asked.

But then Michelle pressed her buzzer, and Marin sucked in a breath. "Midtown Tech?"

Michelle looked bored. "Zero."

"That is correct!"

The team erupted with cheers. Marin was the first to wrap Michelle in a hug, with Ned following. Michelle, she could tell, seemed unfazed by the victory, but smiled at their reactions nonetheless. Flash jumped out of his seat and ran across the length of the stage, whooping and hollering with delight.

"Midtown takes the championship!"

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It was Liz's idea to celebrate their triumph by going up in the Washington Monument. Marin was giddy with an adrenaline rush and she figured that all things considered, she would be able to handle the heights.

"Told you we didn't need Peter!" Flash was saying, waving around the championship trophy.

"Flash, you didn't answer a single question." Ned pointed out with a funny look on his face, causing Marin to snort rather embarrassingly.

Inside the lobby of the monument, while they waited to go through security, Ned pulled out his phone and dialed Peter's number. "Peter! Are you okay?" Ned whispered.

"He picked up?" Marin whisper-yelled at him, reaching for the phone.

"Don't worry, it's safe; it's in my backpack!" Ned responded, holding the phone firmly to his face so Marin couldn't grab it. He set his backpack on the conveyor belt, and while he was distracted, Marin nabbed the phone.

"Peter! Peter, what the hell—"

"—the glowy thing is dangerous!" Peter was yelling. Marin's eyes widened dramatically as she whipped around at Ned.

"'Glowy thing'?!" Marin hissed, staring daggers at Ned. "You brought it with you?!"

Marin could still hear Peter shouting when the phone was snatched out of her hands by Liz. "Peter, is that you?" She ranted at him. "You flake! You are so lucky we won. You know, I want to be mad, but I'm more worried. Like, what is going on with you?"

"Miss, all items on the belt, please." A security guard interrupted Liz, who nodded and place the phone on the conveyor belt without hanging up. Marin could only follow behind, as one-by-one, the team passed through the metal detectors and retrieved their belongings. By the time Marin had passed and reached Ned, the call was disconnected and Ned was tucking his phone into his jacket's pocket.

"What did he say?" Marin said mutedly to Ned.

"Call was already ended when I picked the phone up." He shrugged, as a tour guide corralled the Midtown team into the elevator. Flash, still holding the trophy, asked Mr. Harrington as the doors to the elevator slid shut: "Hey, Mr. Harrington, can I be the one to tell Peter he's expelled?"

Marin rolled her eyes and the elevator ascended with a jolt.

Marin wasn't paying attention as the female tour guide monotonously recited facts about the obelisk. At one point, Mr. Harrington even tried to talk to her about his ex-wife, but Marin was too busy gnawing on her lower lip to notice. She was picking at her nail when a familiar magenta glowing light caught her eye.

"Ned—" she began to say, but suddenly the light grew violently brighter until it erupted, damaging the elevator shaft's framework. The car screeched to a jerking stop.

The car rapidly filled up with smoke, briefly obscuring Marin's vision, but Ned was close enough to her for her to see him drop his bag in a panic. "Oh god," she muttered to herself. The Chitauri core detonated much like a bomb—the electromagnetic waves from the x-ray machine must've set it off. And now, they were trapped in an unstable elevator box, some five-hundred feet in the air, with a bomb. Marin just hoped it wouldn't go off again.

"Oh, my god, look at the ceiling," Flash said, voice trembling. Sure enough, a glowing ring of red had burned through the roof of the elevator.

"Just stay calm, everyone." Liz tried to soothe.

Abe whined, "Oh, we are all going to die here."

Ned looked at Marin, visibly panicked. "Can you do anything?" He whispered in her ear.

Marin reached to her side, where her water bottle would be—but it wasn't there. Then she remembered she'd left it on her nightstand, figuring that she wouldn't have needed it, as she assumed they would have provided bottles of water at the competition if she ever got thirsty. She didn't even consider the possibility that she'd need to use her powers. "Shit," she cursed weakly. "I don't have my water." Ned clutched his head.

"We're freaking screwed." Charles lamented.

"Okay guys, I know that was scary, but our safety systems are working." The tour guide attempted to calm the group down, but someone started coughing, sending the rest of them on edge. "We're very safe here."

Marin knew it was a lie—they all did. As the seconds passed, the sounds of metal creaking were beginning to be heard. Marin could've tried to siphon water from the bodies around her, but it required a lot of energy that Marin didn't have. The altitude was making her dizzy, and she knew that even if she managed to gather enough water, her energy would deplete too quickly for her to do anything with it, and she'd been rendered not only useless but an unconscious burden.

The groaning of the framework deepened as the passengers moved about. Debris pinged against the roof of the car, and the tour guide had Mr. Harrington hoist her up to the hatch in the ceiling. Marin could barely make out the sight of park rangers opening the shaft's glass panels. Cindy was the first to be lifted through the hatch, and Marin could hear cords snapping. She grabbed Ned's arm.

Sally was next, then Charles, then Abe. Marin heard the distant sounds of helicopters. "Okay, who's next?" Mr. Harrington motioned to Liz.

She moved to grab his shoulder, but Flash shoved her out of the way, still clutching the goddamn trophy like a lifeline. "Me! It's my turn!" He cried, hoisting himself on Mr. Harrington's shoulders.

"Flash, seriously? What are you doing?!" Ned scolded, as Liz scoffed indignantly and Marin frowned at the boy's cowardly actions.

He was barely outside the hatch when the elevator shook violently, throwing everyone into a panic.

Flash thrust the trophy into the outstretched hands of the park rangers. "Take my trophy!" He moved to stand on the roof, and the car shook again, dropping a couple of inches.

"This is your last chance!" Marin vaguely heard the police cry from outside.

Flash had just been lifted out of the shaft when there was one last vicious groan of metal, the roof of the elevator ripping off and sending the car into a free-fall.

Screaming was all Marin could hear as she clutched the railing with one hand and Ned's arm with the other until the car came to an abrupt stop. Looking up, Marin saw a web connected to the outside of the car. She had only a moment to breath before she heard glass shattering and they were falling once more.

The car caught on something, and a figure crashed into the elevator as it halted. The momentum of the body hitting the floor caused the car to jolt and start falling again. Marin had never been on a roller coaster, but she absently assumed this was what it felt like—the swooping of her heart and the weight dropping her stomach into her feet.

Spider-Man aimed another web at the top of the shaft, bracing his feet on what remained of the broken metal roof, stopping the car yet again.

In the brief silence that ensued, Mr. Harrington, Ned, Liz, and Marin all stared at Spider-Man in a combination of shock, terror, and relief. Spider-Man cleared his throat roughly, adopting a thick New York accent. "Hey, how you doin'? Don't worry 'bout it, I gotchu." He began pulling the car up.

"Yes!" Ned cheered, pumping his fists and making the car wobble with his obvious excitement. "Yes!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Big guy! Quit movin' around!"

"Sorry, sir. So sorry."

Marin noticed the exertion Peter was putting out, lifting the car up one hand after the other. A quick glance over at Liz showed that she was thoroughly confused, probably as to why the hell Spider-Man had shown up in D.C., of all places.

Suspense grew thickly as Marin watched the car approach the top of the shaft. The park rangers pried the doors to the elevator open and pulled Mr. Harrington and Ned through. "Alright, this is your stop," Peter quipped, but his voice was tight with tension. "Go, go, go! Everybody out! Move it, people—move it, move it!" Marin looked up, and saw the metal bend under Peter's feet, ready to snap any second. Reacting on instinct, Marin pushed Liz through the door and into the arms awaiting her to safety—just in time for the ceiling to collapse, and the car to drop under Marin's feet.

Marin screamed, reaching her arms to grab Peter's, but missing it just barely. "No!" Peter cried out, instantly grabbing her wrist with a web.

He held himself up with his feet grabbing at a web while pulling a dangling Marin up with his hands. It was a strange sensation, the web attached to her wrist—chilled and a bit slimy, but secure and steady nonetheless.

"You're okay, you're okay," Peter repeated in a chant, sounding genuinely distressed. He grasped her hand when he pulled her up enough, not letting go until she was safe on the observation deck.

Marin stared into Spider-Man's mask, hoping to tell him something—anything—but her heart twisted when she realized that he was instead staring at Liz, his bionic eyes widened. "Is everyone okay? Are you guys okay?"

He went silent as Liz nodded, seemingly in a weird trance as she returned Spider-Man's stare. "Yeah," Marin mumbled, but it went unnoticed.

Then, the web snapped, and Spider-Man fell down into the empty shaft. The spectators gasped and peered into the darkness to watch the hero plummet. "Thank you!" Mr. Harrington called down.

Flash pushed Marin to the side to lean over the mangled frame, still holding the freaking trophy, to yell, "Are you really friends with Peter Parker?!"

+++

Initially, the team was supposed to stay in D.C. for another full day. But once everyone was brought to the ground with the help of many teams of policemen and firefighters, it was kind of a unanimous decision to head back to New York as soon as possible.

Once statements were made and their physical conditions were cleared by awaiting paramedics, Marin overheard a policewoman tell another that Spider-Man was nowhere to be found—he'd simply vanished. Before Marin could worry that he'd been injured (or worse), Peter had suddenly ran up to the group, claiming he'd gone for a walk early that morning and fell asleep in some park. No one really believed him, but everyone was still shaken up from the day, and they were more relieved to see that Peter was okay and unharmed.

Marin had gone to tackle Peter with a hug, but Liz had beat her to it. So that left Marin stopping short, feeling awkward and embarrassed, especially when she realized that Peter had barely even glanced her way, instead, fussing over Liz and her well-being. Marin had selfishly thought that she was the one who had really almost died, and Liz was perfectly okay and didn't need so much of Peter's attentions; but chastised herself immediately after, reminding herself that Peter had known Liza lot longer than he'd known Marin, and it was more likely that Peter would be more concerned for the older girl. It didn't make the sting of mild rejection any less painful, though.

But what surprised her most was Michelle coming to greet Marin with a swift hug, though she'd broken away almost immediately and acted as if she hadn't just expressed such relief. But Michelle's voice wobbled with concern, which was more than enough for Marin's eyes to well with tears.

Back on the bus, everyone sat close together, though no one really talked. Peter was with Ned, probably recounting the events that kept him away for the night, but Marin was too enervated to care. Whenever she closed her eyes, she was haunted with horrifying memories of the floor dropping out from underneath her and plagued with feelings of lingering helplessness. So she asked Michelle if she had a spare book, and Michelle handed over her now-finished copy of Invitation to a Beheading wordlessly, pulling another book from her bag.

Her eyes blurred and she didn't register the words she read at all, but it gave her something to distract her mind with. Distract her from the burning feeling in her chest whenever she let her thoughts run aimlessly.

It was dark outside when they reached the high school. The team scrambled off the bus to find their families.

Marin was the last to descend the steps, watching as her new friends embraced their parents and siblings and loved ones with open sobs and declarations of love and concern. Peter was enveloped into May's awaiting arms as she cried with relief. The sights made Marin's heart ache.

What if he wasn't there? Marin thought to herself. What if Spider-Man hadn't shown up to save the day? She wondered that if her parents were still alive, would they be just as happy to see her safe and sound? The hole in her chest where she normally felt empowered made her begin to believe otherwise.

Her wandering mind was interrupted when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. It was May, with one arm around her shoulders and the other tilted up, with her hand tenderly cradling the back of Marin's head. Marin returned the hug and began to cry.

+++

Back at the apartment, May made the teens hot chocolate and microwaved dozens of pizza rolls. They ate in silence, no one wanting to address the day's events. They were just fine with being in each other's presence.

Eventually, once all the food was gone and their mugs were drained, May retired to bed, kissing each of them on the temple, and wishing them a good night.

"Can we talk?" Peter rasped once May had disappeared down the hall. Marin nodded, following him into his room.

They sat together on the lower bunk, and a moment of silence passed as Peter summoned the words he needed to say.

"I'm sorry." Peter finally spoke, his voice cracking slightly. "I'm sorry—about what I said last night, and for ditching you guys, and almost getting you killed—"

Marin twisted and pulled him into a hug. Peter wasn't crying, but he was trembling in her arms, and Marin felt a pang of guilt for not considering how scared he must've been. They had both endured falling from that height together, and he even had to climb up the outside of the monument just to reach them. Not to mention, he was still probably traumatized from plummeting into the lake, not a few nights before. She clutched him tighter, shushing him gently.

"It's okay, Peter." She whispered into his hair. "You showed up, you were there, and you saved us, okay?" She pulled back to look Peter in the eyes. They were glassy like he was holding back tears. "You saved me. And I'll always be grateful for that."

He nodded, sniffing lightly. They peeled themselves apart, taking a moment to compose themselves.

After a while, Marin asked, "Why didn't you tell me, though, Pete? Why didn't you tell me before you made the decision to go fight those guys by yourself?" Her voice was surprisingly steady. "Did you not... I don't know, not trust me, or something? Because I thought we were in this together." She didn't mean to sound so needy, but yet it did.

"We are in it together, Marin." Peter urged. "I just... I know you like Mr. Stark, too, but if I told you that I needed to hack into the suit to disable the tracker, I knew you'd—"

"You hacked into your suit?!" Marin exclaimed. "You fool! What if you messed with something important and got yourself killed?!" She scolded, smacking his arm.

"Hey!" He grabbed where she hit him defensively. "I knew you'd object! 's why I didn't tell you! And then, you got upset with me—understandably so—" he pointed out at her vexed glare. "—and I didn't want to force you."

Marin sighed after watching his reaction, placated. "Fair enough, webs." The corner of her lips tilted up in a crooked smile. "What else did you do to the suit, then?"

Peter laughed, looking excited. "So, it turns out my suit comes with my very own AI lady..."

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fangirlshrewt97 · 4 years

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82. Can You Hear Me? - Parker & Hardison! ❤

You can read this on AO3 if you prefer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24123802

Thank you for the prompt dear! This is what I came up with:

Parker coughed to expel the last of the dust out of her lungs as she sat up. Once up, she groaned, hands brushing against a big bump on the side of her head. Opening her eyes, she looked around and was thankful that nothing was blurred and her ears weren’t ringing. That meant less chance of concussion. She assess the situation: She was in an elevator shaft, on top of an old elevator if the excess dust was any evidence. They had been caught out by the guards and ducked into the “Under Maintenance” wing of the building. They must have decided to escape through the elevator shaft, but then… of right, her graphook line snapped halfway down to the elevator. Only reason why they didn’t break their necks- wait. They. She and Hardison.

Parker scrambled to her knees and found Hardison lying unconscious on the other corner of the elevator, his left leg bent unnaturally. Crawling her way over to him, she quickly assessed him. He was breathing slower than she preferred, but breathing all the same. Feeling through his scalp, Parker felt her hands come away sticky and realized he had a head wound. Other than that, the only major injury Parker could feel was the broken leg.

Dammit. Even if she found a way to get herself out of here, there was no way she would be able to lift Hardison with her. Especially if he was injured and she had to do all the work. Okay, okay, think Parker. What are your options?

Looking around the shaft, all she saw were the elevator cables and the maintenance ladder with half the rungs broken.

As Parker reached to brush her hair away she felt something fall into he hand. A broken earpiece. Eyes widening, she scrambled back towards Hardison. Yes! His earpiece was intact!

Carefully extracting it, Parker placed it in her own ear.

“Eliot? Nate? Sophie? Can you hear me?”

At once multiple responses flooded her ear.

“Parker?! Where the hell are you guys? We have been trying to contact you for over two hours.”

“Parker? Oh thank god we were getting so worried!”

“Parker? Can you hear me? Is Hardison with you? What happened?”

Wincing at the noise, Parker removed the earpiece before she put it back in.

“We got caught by Hammer guy’s guards. We ducked into an old wing of the building, but there was no exit, so I told Hardison we could go out through the elevator shaft. But when we were coming down the shaft, my line snapped. I just woke up a few minutes ago, my earpiece is broken.”

“And Hardison?” Asked Eliot. Or growled to be more technical.

“Unconscious still. He has a broken leg. And his head is bleeding.” Parker said clinically. Eliot swore.

Nate cut in. “Parker. Just stay there, we are coming for you. Try to wake up Hardison but don’t move him.”

“Ok.”

“We will get to you soon. Just hold on a few more minutes.” Sophie added.

“Bring a rig for Hardison, he won’t be able to leave this shaft by himself.”

“I’m working on it.” Eliot replied.

Saying so, the team disconnected, still hearing each other’s movements, but focusing on their individual tasks.

“Hardison? Hardison can you hear me? Hardison, wake up!” Parker said as she softly shook Hardison’s shoulder.

There was no response.

Deciding to switch tactics, Parker scrambled to find her bag, and retrieved her water bottle from it. Shaking it revealed only a small amount of water left. She poured a little of it onto her palm and then sprinkled it on Hardison’s face. She did it twice more before Hardison blinked and blearily opened his eyes. “Pa-Parker?” he rasped.

Parker smiled in relief.

“Here drink this.” she said as she tipped the remaining water through Hardison’s lips.

“Wh-what happened?” Hardison asked. Parker frowned.

“We were chased by some bad guys. We fell when we were trying to escape through this elevator shaft. Can you do something for me? Follow my finger.” Parker said as she steadied Hardison’s head with another and moved a finger from the other side to side. His eyes did not follow the finger properly.

And now that she was paying attention, his eyes did not look focused either.

“Hey Hardison, are you with me, say something!” Parker said, panic creeping into her voice. “Hardison!”

“I’m…I’m tired Parker. Let me just sleep-”

“NO! Hardison, Alec, no you have to stay awake. You have a concussion ok? Eliot and the team are on their way. Just a few more minutes.”

But Hardison was closing his eyes and Parker felt like hysteria was clawing its way up her throat.

“Alec!”

A drop of water splashed on Hardison’s cheek, and when Parker looked up in confusion to see where the water was coming from, she realized it was her. Hastily wiping away her tears, Parker cupper her hands on Hardison’s face and kissed him.

Hardison’s eyelids fluttered, but stayed shut.

“Please Alec, I need you to be okay.” Parker pleaded.

Suddenly she heard a banging from above and stood up, ready to fight if needed. But when the elevator door was pried open 5 stories above her head, she saw Eliot’s familiar face looking at her.

Parker nearly sobbed from relief.

“Nate, Sophie I got them. West wing sixth floor. Parker, I’m going to come down for you, stand clear.” Eliot called out.

Parker scrambled to get to the other side of Hardison. She cradled his head in her lap and bent to whisper to him. “Hardison, wake up. Eliot has come to get us. Come on, please.”

Hardison’s eyes fluttered before opening the smallest crack, his faint groan the best sound Parker had heard in a long time.

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 5 years

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If you’re still doing the writing prompt thing I have this Destiel headcanon that Dean figured out he could lift up Castiel and he does it all of the time just to annoy him.

Here you go! It’s kinda long, and more fluffy than it was supposed to be Idk but I hope it’s up to your liking, fren!

***

The first time he does it, he has a very valid reason to. Cas has a broken femur, and a cast, to show for it. Thankfully, it isn’t a femural shaft fracture, and doesn’t require surgery. He’d broken his leg in the minor accident he’d had with a car - he was the pedestrian - and Dean had made sure to yell at the twenty three years old driver until the kid swore to never overlook a traffic light again. Anyways, they’d taken Cas to the hospital, and after a small procedure and a couple hours in the hospital - they’d let him take his boyfriend home.

Of course, at that moment, neither Dean nor Cas had remembered that they live in a first-floor apartment, and due to the stellar landlord-tenant relationships, the elevator was often down.

“The doctor told you to,” Dean snapped, when he saw Cas trying to put weight on his injured leg. “Not do that very thing, Cas!”

“Well,” Cas defended. “I’ve gotta, Dean! Because I can’t exactly teleport to our bedroom, so -”

“- shuddup.” Dean finds himself marching up to Cas, far too up in his personal space to not be about to do what he’d been debating with himself about doing. “You’re not a wriggler, are you?”

“Is that a sex term?” Cas threw back, smirking.

Dean ignored that - still sorta pissed off at Cas for coming in front of a slightly-speeding car just because he thought everyone on a city road was as law-abiding and respectful of zebra crossings like he was. Cas should’ve known better than to do something like that - what if, in his stupidity, he’d broke something more than a leg!? The thought pained him, and made him even more mad at Cas.

“I’m gonna pick you up and take you to our house.” Dean declared, equally for his benefit as for Cas’s. Cas blinked at him like he’d gone paranoid, and Dean swallowed, to absorb even more of the determination he knew he should feel.

Half-limp, and unable to move back, Cas shook his head firmly. “You’re not doing that, Dean.”

“Are you planning to set up camp in the lobby?” Dean bristled. “Because I’m not into the idea of going to a motel or back to the hospital!”

Cas was silent.

His eyes were a show of vulnerability, suddenly shining with the realization of being a liability. That very moment, it struck Dean, and it was like a kick to his stomach. He was hurt, and Dean was being an asshole to him.

“Cas, babe,” He put his hand on the shorter man’s spine, comfortingly. “You worried I’d drop you..?”

Cas looked at him hesitantly. “I know you wouldn’t..but what if we both fall and fracture our hips or something?”

Dean scoffed, dismissing the thought. “Will you just lemme do this, Cas?”

Cas pursed his lips, and there was indecision on his face - which was better than the definite refusal before and the cue for Dean. He knew his boyfriend well enough to know that Cas wouldn’t ever say a ‘yes’ outright to an idea like this, but him considering it meant - in Cas-tongue - that Dean was allowed to do this.

He grinned at Cas, readied himself, and keeping his eyes trained on Cas the whole time, picked him up bridal-style, with a hand under his neck and the other under his thighs.

Cas gasped, as Dean lifted him up, automatically clinging to Dean in a hurry that Dean found more endearing that he’d ever tell Cas.

“Ready?” Dean teased, before beginning to climb the stairs.

Cas almost screwed his eyes shut, until when he didn’t, and kept staring at Dean’s face as he carried him up. “We’re actually doing this.” He muttered, looking down at the stairs for the first time - careful not to move any more than he had to to inconvenience Dean.

Of course it wasn’t easy. Cas was six feet of running muscles (and concentrated snark, but Dean was hoping that was weightless or something). Dean may be taller, but even he knew that Cas looked bigger than him because of how he was built. But Dean was determined. They didn’t even really quiver.

Dean, aware of his own strength, put him down on the first landing, for a few moments. Cas still leaned on him, but Dean was very much okay with that, in spite of the fact that he was panting.

“You’re strong,” Cas informed Dean, coyly, when Dean picked him up again - with way more expertise than before, instantly adjusting his hands in the space behind Cas’s knees (careful to avoid the plaster) and the other holding up his upper body.

“Damn straight.” Dean replied smugly, resisting the urge to blush, and directing all of his attention to getting Cas to their doorstep first. “Get down, Cas, you’re home.” He let him on his feet, still half-steady, and began to unlock the door to their apartment with his keys.

Cas was grinning wide, at him, when he straightened and the door swung open.

“What?”

“I’m regretting the cast on my leg right now, because otherwise, I’d ask you to carry me to the bedroom.” Cas raised his eyebrows, giving him that look which made him weak in the knees -

Which was not the way to go right now, with one of them unable to walk right now.

Dammit, Cas.

“You enjoyed it, huh?” Dean prompted instead, not picking him up, but tucking Cas’s arm around him and supporting him as they walked into their living room. They both landed almost at the same time on the familiar couch they’d chosen together, at the time of moving in, almost two months back.

“I wish I could show you how fun it was,” Cas replied, without a speck of suggestion in it. “I could lift you too, you know.”

“You know I’m taller than you, right?” Dean couldn’t help the note of pride.

“You can lift me up two flights of stairs, and you think I can’t -” Cas narrowed his eyes at him, but there was a smile on his lips. “You clearly haven’t realized all the benefits of dating another man, Dean.”

Dean smirked. “Don’t promise me stuff you can’t deliver, Cas. At least not rightaway.” Cas frowned. “Well, I suppose I’m also supposed to get food and everything now that you’ve rendered yourself unpotable,” He smiled fondly at Cas, who huffed in annoyance. “So, my cooking or takeout, babe?”

The memorable next time, they’re in the middle of an argument. It’s a goddamn funny argument too, because Cas is hell-bent on not sleeping yet, and Dean will not let that go.

“Fucking 48 hours, Cas!” Dean yelled, “I’m not here for a weekend, and you don’t even go to bed!”

“I told you that I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Cas bristled, looking away from Dean. He looked like he wanted to use the ’but I dozed off on my desk enough times’ line again, but Dean was glaring at him too hard. “And if you’d stop freaking out about my sleep schedule for a moment, I’ve gotta finish this paper!”

“When’s the last date?” Dean clenched his fists, and hissed through his teeth.

“Thursday.”

“Today’s a Monday, you complete -” Dean lost it, and began to march towards his annoying boyfriend, who obstinately took a step back. He stood in front of Cas, inches away from his beautiful goddamn face, adorning an annoying frown.

“Are you planning to kiss me to sleep?” Cas rolled his eyes. “Because I’d like to see you try.”

“Nope.” Dean shot back, hella serious. “But I will carry you to bed.”

Cas narrowed his eyes, like that didn’t make sense - unless something must’ve clicked in his head, and he raised his eyebrows. He stole a glance at his computer, the word document of his paper for college open. He turned back to Dean, swallowing. “What?”

“You know what.” Dean’s voice was more level, but he was still exasperated with Cas. “I can do it, and I will, Cas.”

“Fine.” Cas bit his lip. “Carry me.”

Dean was slightly taken aback at the change of heart, but he also knew that he’d not seen Cas since friday and wanted to be close to him - would’ve made it much easier if he’d slept human hours, but still.

Without a word, Dean bent and picked Cas up with a flourish. It was still hard to do it, but at least he knew all the correct ways to make it more comfortable for them both.

Cas, this time, wrapped his hands around Dean’s neck, beaming. “Hello, Dean.”

“Come on, you sleep-deprived idiot.” Dean muttered, deliberately bouncing on his heels before walking towards his bedroom.

“This is unbelievably hot.” Cas told Dean, burying his face in Dean’s neck, and making Dean swear under his breath because goddammit.

“I know, right?” He joked, instead of making a lewd comment like he really wanted to - because believe it or not, Dean had that level of self control when it came to his boyfriend’s health. They reached the bed in no time, and Dean practically let go of Cas once he reached the memory-foam mattress - one of the loves of his life.

Cas, making a content little sound in his throat, began to make himself comfortable - for all his bite against this, literally five minutes back.

Sometimes, especially as a twenty four year old in college, you just need your bed to remind you how much you actually want to sleep.

Cas was already in just a ratty tee and pyjamas, so Dean stripped down to his boxers and joined Cas on the bed, who, for all his stillness and adorable sighs, was still awake.

“What else d'you need to sleep?” Dean teased.

“I was just thinking,” Cas returned, turning around to face Dean who was lying on his back, and wrapping an arm around his middle.

“About how awesomely strong I am, for being able to carry my big, grumpy boyfriend around?” Dean suggested.

“I’m not big.” Cas muttered, drowsily.

“You are, in all the ways that matter.” Dean chuckled at his own joke, because Cas was too asleep to react to it anymore. Fucking finally.

Dean carded his hands through the sleeping man’s hair, comfortable in everyway ever, and began to drift off to sleep himself, even feeling a little proud of himself.

Of course, those were the good two times. Followed by a number of bad times too. Once Dean realized that he could carry Cas around, he began to do it more freely.

There was a certain thrill in picking Cas up when they kissed, and an equal thrill in seeing the annoyed frown on his face on the Sunday mornings when Dean picked him up and landed him on the kitchen chair so that he had company while he cooked breakfast.

He carried him to bed when he fell asleep on the sofa, and Cas would regularly wake up bitching that there was a reason he napped on sofas, so that he could wake up due to the factor uncomfortability, and resume his work - and that by carrying him to bed like this, Dean was disrupting his work schedule too.

The number of 'pick you up’ puns were endless, once Dean discovered the joys of that. Cas must also enjoy it too, because he didn’t exactly laugh at all of Dean Winchester’s lame jokes, but he practically fell over laughing when Dean uses an old and tried one.

But he also knows that it annoys Cas most of the time now, but that’s part of the charm, really.

Cas swears that he’s gonna put on weight so that Dean can’t carry him around, randomly. Dean does him one better and says that he’ll restart going to the gym to sustain his newfound ability, and eat in just as much increased quantity as Cas says he will for the purpose.

One evening, when Cas remembers that he’d once told Dean he could pick him up too, he acts on it. Its almost easier for him, which is annoying for Dean - but Cas was right. In his previous 22 years of being in the closet, he’d clearly missed out on the opportunity of this. None of the chicks he went out with could’ve pick him up like this, or even been into the weird idea.

Then there’s the time that Dean wins an argument at Wal-Mart, when he threatens to pick Cas up - which is one of the weirdest things that he’s ever done, but Cas is laughing just as hard as he was taken aback - and that settled the debate on frozen meat.

So yeah. There’s a lot of times Dean does it, purely to annoy Cas. And it works like magic and that’s amazing.

But then there’s the really awesome times too, where Dean gets to actually fucking dramatize the line, 'carry you over the threshold of the altar of our marriage’ or something before Cas swears at him to shut up and start kissing him already, and he was getting impatient to be dehymenated as a wedded man or some shit Dean doesn’t remember because then they started making out.

Their honeymoon, close to Dean’s 27th birthday, is the only time Dean’s actually close to dropping Cas - but Cas has only himself to blame because he began to kiss Dean while in the middle of the act - and forgive him for not being completely stable on his feet whilst necking your husband.

And then there’s all of the times when they’ve put their daughter to bed, and Dean has insisted on carrying Cas to bed after a few moments too - a ridiculous gesture but greeted with annoyed grins and half-meaningful rolled-eyes.

So, there. Dean Winchester could pick Castiel up, and he does it often. Castiel can pick him up too, but he knows Dean loves it so he lets him do it. And most of the reason Dean does it, is because Cas either melts in his hands and goes all fluffy and clingy - or he snarks at him mid-air and yells for Dean to get over this phase, or argues that he’s a grown man who doesn’t want to be carried around like a fucking baby.

Dean has a good argument to that, especially when Cas looks at him with that crease in his forehead and hint of a scowl, even while he’s hiding a smile. “No offense, Cas, but without your degrees and computers, you’re kinda like a baby in a trench coat.”

I actually liked this one! Thanks for the prompt very much, dear anon!! Tagging @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @iamcharliebradburylevelperfect @all-or-nothing-baby @styggtroll @notyoursweetbaboo @moderatelypanickedbisexual@telefunkies @adventurous-blob @crack–attack Thanks for reading!! Edit: If you feel like it, please leave a comment. Kinda need it somedays. Have an awesome day!

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petri808 · 5 years

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Inukag AU. I had an idea about them getting trapped in an elevator. Lol it is what it is. Drabble on my phone.

It was something people often do today, nothing out of the ordinary especially when working in a multi-floored office building. And Kagome Higurashi loved working for Taisho Industries despite being in close proximity to demons. They all treated her like part of the family... except for one.

Her boss was the youngest son of the CEO Toga Inutaisho. Where Toga was kind and relaxed, his sons not so much. He warned her that Inuyasha wasn’t exactly personable and that no one had lasted more than a few months in the position. But it paid well, was a really good opportunity, so she accepted the challenge.

How bad could Inuyasha really be?

By the end of the first day, Kagome had almost broken down in tears in the man’s office. Inuyasha was an asshole! But instead of getting upset or sad, she was furious! Gossip had told her he didn’t have an easy childhood. Human mother who died when he was young. An older brother that resented and treated him with disdain. Kagome was certain Inuyasha grew to be this prick because of it, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse.

After his rant, Kagome had quietly closed his door, and by the time she turned back to face him, a look of anger had transformed her face into that of a demoness. She let him have it! Cursing him out for his attitude. Screaming at him that she was not some stupid little secretary who’ll cower in fear. She could purify his ass if she was so inclined!

“I’m here to help you Inuyasha and if you were smart, you’d realize that and treat me like a partner!”

Needless to say, he had been shocked speechless. No one in his staff had ever spoken to him that way and frankly... he was amused. Had his father picked this one knowing of her background? He wouldn’t put it past the old man. Inuyasha didn’t change his attitude but he yelled at her less afterwards. And he had to give it to her, Kagome was proving to be a very capable right-hand girl.

So considering this rocky start, and the strange relationship that was born from it afterwards, it wasn’t a surprise that they now found themselves in this awkward position. On their way to a meeting, Inuyasha and Kagome entered the elevator at the 11th floor and by the 5th it had come to a dead stop.

“What the fuck!” Inuyasha growled as not only had it stopped, but the power, lights, and everything shut off, leaving them in pitch blackness. He whips out his phone dialing his father. “What the hell’s going on, is this a prank!”

“The power?” His father responds, “no apparently there’s been a city power outage.”

“We’re fucking stuck in the elevator!”

“Oh my,” Toga chuckles, “I’m assuming you and Miss Higurashi?”

“Yes!” Inuyasha growls.

That only makes Toga laugh harder. “Well son, the electric company is saying this might take a few hours to fix so, you could climb out the service trap with Miss Higurashi or just settle in and wait. But if I might suggest,” his voice lowers amusedly, “you two should get to know each other better.”

“You’re a dick!”

“I’m just a man who’d like grand babies sometime this century,” click.

“Bastard!” Inuyasha raises his hand to throw the phone against the wall.

Kagome quickly stops him. She grabs his hand, “D-Don’t! I left mine in the office, it’s our only way of communication.”

She could only see what the dim illumination of the phone provided, but he could see her. Rather, now that she’d broken his thought train and anger, he noticed a different scent coming from her.

“Are you okay?” Inuyasha asks her. Kagome was still holding onto his hand. “Wanna let go now?”

She shakes her head. There was something only her closest friends and family knew about her. A fear born from nightmares of her father trapped in the car wreck that killed him. With the help of quick counseling, Kagome could handle being in confined spaces as long as it had an end in sight. But being stuck, in a metal elevator, in the dark... this was like her nightmare realized.

Her body begins to tremble as the emotions take hold of her mind. What if it falls? What if they run out of air? What if they’re trapped for so long they die of starvation or thirst?! It was ludicrous, but not for someone with claustrophobia to have these thoughts.

Inuyasha is befuddled. Here was this woman, the first one to stand up to him, trembling because of the situation? He couldn’t understand why. Was she afraid of the dark? “What is wrong with you woman? We just gotta wait till the power comes back on and...”

“I-I can’t be in here like this... I-I... T-This...” her fingers dig into his skin. “C-Claustrophobic!” She drops to a crouched position and pushes herself backwards until she hits the wall. Tears pour down her face as she cradles her head in her hands. “It’s not happening... it’s not happening...”

His ears pin against his head. Just great this woman was coming apart at the seams and he had no clue how to handle it. Maybe he should call his dad for advice?

“Please don’t leave me...” She whimpers.

Now what made her think he’d do something like that? Okay, yeah he was an ass but that would be a pretty messed up thing to do. “I’m not going anywhere Miss Higurashi.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘Think, stupid! What would your mom tell you to do in this situation?’

He kneels down, and takes a seat beside her. “Look, Kagome... I don’t understand why but we’re... we’re gonna be fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

True. But he was ninety-nine percent sure of it. “On the bright side, you’re not alone, right? I’m stuck in here too and I believe we’ll be okay.”

Inuyasha looks at his phone, battery life 80%, thank you for small favors. He turns on the flashlight option, looks around, and sees the trapdoor in the ceiling. On his own, he could get out easily, but with Kagome in tow, one wrong move and they could fall down the shaft. He tucks the possibility aside from now and if things got worse he’ll chance it.

Next he turns it to Kagome. She’d wrapped her arms around her knees and her head was braced on it. His ears falter. Seeing her like this was pulling on his heart strings. But he couldn’t think of anything to do. Inuyasha texts his dad about Kagome.

‘Try taking her mind off the situation, keep her talking, hold her, anything so that she doesn’t focus on what’s happening...’

It was worth a shot.

He scratches his head, “um, so, Kagome, is there um, anything that would help you feel better? Maybe talking about it?” She shakes her head. “Okay, well, gah!” His ears pin back. “I’m not exactly good with this stuff, you know, never really had much affection to learn from.” He mumbles, “I was the worst person you could’a got stuck with it...”

“You’re not the worst...” her voice was quiet and timid with no hidden lies behind it.

Inuyasha perks up just a tad, at least she spoke! “Oh, really, there’s worse people out there than me?”

“Yeah. And I don’t think you’re that bad Inuyasha, you just had a hard time while growing up... like I did.“

“What happened to you? I-If you don’t mind me asking.”

“My dad died when I was younger.” Kagome sighs, “in a car wreck and just imagining how he must have felt, trapped in that car, I...”

At that point he cuts her off and scoops the shaken woman into his lap. “You don’t have to explain.” Now he understood why she panicked. “Kagome that’s not going to happen to you, I promise. We’ll get out of here one way or another.”

She was surprised that Inuyasha was being so kind and even more so when he’d pulled her into his lap and was comforting her. She sniffles, “What do you mean?”

He chuckles, “I’m a Hanyou, this box can’t stop me if I want out! But it’s safer if we wait for the electricity to come on, then to try climbing out of here.”

That did make her feel a little better. “Thank you, Inuyasha.”

“But I didn’t really do anything.”

“I bet I’m seeing a side you don’t show to anyone.”

“Keh! Yeah well, don’t be spreading that around, I got a rep to keep up.”

And for the first time since the ordeal started, Kagome smiles. She still felt a little nervous, but somehow, just being close to Inuyasha, talking like this with him, was melting away her anxiety. Beneath the grumpy exterior, this man had a soft heart. Who would have guessed it would take a broken elevator to bring it out.

“You’re almost cute like this,” she teases, “I really like this side of you.”

“Oi, what’d ya mean almost. I know I’m cute, not my fault people don’t recognize it.”

“They do,” her body flushes. “You’re just not the easiest to approach.”

“Why Miss Higurashi, it sounds like you have a crush on me.”

“I-I do not! I just, y-you know... okay I admit you’re handsome, but I didn’t say anything about a crush!”

“Good thing we got that cleared up.”

“Yeah!”

“It would be a shame if I thought you might like me.”

“Wait, What?!”

“Nothing, nothing. I think you’re cute too, in a crazy, spit-fire kind of way, that’s all.”

Kagome turns around in his lap. “Are you feeling ill, Mr. Taisho,” she places a hand on his forehead, “you’re being too nice, and flirty, something must be wrong.”

“Keh! Stop it,” Inuyasha batts her hand away from his head. “Try and be nice and I get teased, fine!” He mumbles. “I can go back to being an ass.”

“No, please don’t. I’m sorry.” Kagome slumps back. “I took it too far.”

An awkward silence falls between them. It was nice to not feel so panicky anymore about being trapped in this elevator, but now Kagome was nervous about things that had been said. She was still wrapping her brain around Inuyasha’s behavior because it was so different from what she was used to. But the problem was, she really liked this side.

Only her best friend Sango knew about the cute but pain in the ass boss Kagome had, and now she’d just blurted it out. Yes, if she wasn’t lying to herself, maybe she had developed a tiny crush on Inuyasha and now those thoughts were plaguing her. Better than the phobia.

In the meantime, Inuyasha texts his dad asking for an update. So far the utilities had managed to get the power plant back up and running, but an eta for their area was still up in the air. It could be minutes, it could be hours.

Wonderful. They’d shared enough for such a short amount of time. Hell he was pretty sure this was the most they’d ever talked personally. And he wasn’t sure if it was something he’d ignored till now, but in this confined space, Kagome’s scent was rather alluring.

He chuckles in his head. Maybe it had changed now that she wasn’t irritated with him. She was cute too, that hadn’t been a lie. She was strong, willful, he bet his mother would have loved Kagome.

“A girl who can put my son in his place,” laughter, “don’t lose this one Inuyasha...”

That actually brings a smile to his face.

“Kagome, I wanna apologize for being mean to you before. You didn’t deserve it. I think you’re perfect for me... I-I mean as my assistant!

She turns to the man who’d hidden his face in the shadow of the phone light. Her eyes wide and bright. “Um, thank you...” Kagome responds cautiously. “I appreciate you saying that Inuyasha.”

“But I don’t,” he takes a deep breath and goes for it, “I don’t think you should stay as my assistant.”

“What?! Why?! You just...”

“Let me finish! I wasn’t lying earlier, I think you’re cute and smart and I like how feisty you are... do you see where I’m going with this?!” She shakes her head. “Ugh! You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

“Inuyasha I’m really not following...” Kagome pauses. “Wait are you telling me that you really do have a crush on me?!”

He turns away. “I’ve always been a dick to my assistants cause most of them really did get under my skin... but the truth is with you, I kept doing it cause I didn’t know how else to behave. I don’t know how to deal with this lovey dovey shit.”

Kagome slides over till she’s facing him. She grasps his face in her hands and gazes into his eyes with a smile. “It’s not so hard, Inuyasha. You did a good job right now helping me through my anxiety.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

She chuckles, “showing you care is not all flowers and chocolates.” Kagome leans closer. “Though showing is not a bad thing either...”

His golden eyes flash in the dim light, but she sees it clear as day. “I can do that,” he grins and pulls her the rest of the way forward. A jolt of electricity zips through his body the moment their lips make contact.

“S-Sorry,” she mutters, blushing something fierce, “I got excited.”

But he brushes his lips against hers unfazed, “just try not to purify me,” he teases before centering his kiss. She shakes her head lightly, relaxing into his kisses and his touch.

It takes another hour for the power to come back on, but by then Kagome had forgotten all about her anxieties thanks to the new Inuyasha she’s met 5 floors above the ground.

#inukag #inukag drabble #inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inukag fanfic #au story

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer III: Sakura

“Chime...”

Chisei was staring into the dark, eyes glittering with tears.

I wiped the water from my face. “We couldn’t have done this without him. He’s no friend of the King.”

Chisei looked down at me.

“He had a vendetta against him. I’m not exactly sure what happened. But Nono can tell you more. Cassell only got involved because of his attempts to awaken the Light King.”

“Only?” His eyes narrowed at me.

My heart leaped in my throat. “Hey! There’re no heroes here, man. Don’t start this law ‘n’ order crap again.”

Much to my surprise he didn’t argue with me, instead he turned to look behind me.

“It’s Sakura-Anego!” Mingfei’s voice in my ear spoke of his reverence and respect for her.

“Why are you here?” Chisei asked her.

She smiled at him. “We discussed things, Yasha, Crow and I. We decided to send someone up here to protect you... someone besides your flighty Shatei.”

He smiled a little. “Mingfei is here, isn’t he?”

“He’s happy to see you.” I told them.

“I bet he is.” Sakura winked.

Tachibana’s voice echoed from inside. “We’ll have to find a way to clean up this mess.” He was clutching his chest, leaning over. “And I’ll need a doctor.”

Chisei fled to his side and I stood there, anger boiling in my chest. How was he still alive?!

“What did you take?!” Chisei’s voice was trembling. “Not that evolution pill!”

“No... worse. I ... drank the fetal blood directly. I am now afflicted with the same ailment as my daughter but... with the therapy I should live for several years.” He smiled up at Chisei. “Perhaps, long enough to see you walk down the aisle.”

“You mean the privilege my Robbie will never have!” I shouted, hands balling into fists.

Chisei and Tachibana turned to me. Chisei reached for his sword, but Tachibana held his hand. “Carli... I have wronged you.”

“Shut up! No seriously, shut up!” I paced to the right and left. “You killed my family.” I stopped, hanging my head, the tears hot on my cold face. “I suffer every day. But... I’m not going to put Chisei and Erii through this pain too. I’ve killed enough for a lifetime today. You’re going to go to hell regardless of who or what kills you... and believe me.” I raised my eyes at him. “You’ve got a dozen demons after you, buddy.”

Tachibana eyes widened and his face grew paler. A dark shadow stretched across the floor of the observation deck. I turned as Sakura backed away from the windows, terror in her eyes.

Rising from below the deck on massive membrane wings was a dragon. No, not a dragon, because it had a beautiful woman’s face with long sopping wet human hair on its snake-like body.

It wasn’t the only one. They surrounded the entire deck.

“Oh...” I moaned, backing away from them. “The Servitors!”

Chisei turned into his earpiece. “Did we bring heavy artillery?”

I didn’t hear the answer, only saw him turn back to the windows.

Nono’s voice. “Well... this sucks.”

Johann. “We’re on the main observation deck, we can’t get to you through these things! You’ll have to find another way out!”

Mingfei. “Th... ... they’re already here. These bastards can fly.”

Gunfire erupted from below us as Nono and Johann engaged.

Tachibana pulled himself to his feet. “These are dragon servitors! They’re servitors given the evolution treatment!”

“Get back to the elevator!” Chisei ordered.

Sakura and Tachibana retreated, grabbing discarded weapons from their earlier fight on the way there. Tachibana managed to find a spear and Sakura a broken blade.

“Carli! You too!”

I stood there. I always wanted to use my powers to protect people. Never in my life did I imagine that these would be the people behind me. What sort of twisted world is this? I thought to myself.

“Ielia... it’s time to come out and dance with me.”

My doppleganger parted from my body and together we exchanged glances. I closed my eyes and mentally pulled as hard as I could. When I opened them again, an array of spears encircled us as bright as the morning, dancing and hissing in the air. The observation deck shined like a lighthouse in the the storm.

All the glass windows of the deck exploded. The servitors rushed in, screaming, teeth bared, wings rattling, claws extended.

The spears pierced them in an endless volley while I stood still, staring at the ceiling in concentration, not willing to move even as a clawed hand arced inches from my face, even as I was splashed with gore. The attack stopped. I fell to my knees.

Claws scrabbled on the ceiling of the building, loud bumps and thuds sounded from above. I gasped for air.

Chisei shoved Tachibana closer to the elevator. “Get to the underground garage! I have a car there!”

Now that my light had faded, the attack resumed. They jumped from the ceiling to the deck and charged me on all fours. Chisei slashed downwards against the skull of one, bashing it to the floor with super-hybrid strength, knocking it unconscious. Then he swooped upwards to cut the wings from another. Down again, to sever its head.

Instead of falling back, Tachibana joined him, ramming the spear directly into a monster’s chest so hard that he knocked it over backwards. Sakura, having retrieved my discarded rifle, aimed for their eyes, turning them into fountains of blood.

I had protected them. Now they were protecting me.

More were climbing up from below, just as Johann had said they would. I staggered to my feet again. My ears ringing, my mind dull. There was no point of emotions any more, only a moment by moment fight for survival.

The sound of a helicopter engine grew louder and louder.

Chisei and I were an inapproachable whirlwind with Tachibana and Sakura in the eye of the storm. The people on the helicopter cheered when they saw us still fighting and let loose a barrage from their helicopter’s gatling gun that shook the entire building, cutting a neat path through the horde for our escape. They lowered a ladder, waving frantically to us.

But before we could begin to move, the helicopter jerked to one side. One of the monsters had seized it and was pulling it out of the sky. Another attacked from above and became tangled in the rotor blades. We could only watch the helicopter struggle to distance itself from the tower before plunging to the ground, landing with a loud bang.

“We can’t get to you.” Johann’s voice. “There are too many.”

Chisei picked me up and dragged me to the elevator.

“It’s okay...” I whispered.

“Take Masamune down. I know this is an terrible request to make, but leave me alone here.”

“Trying to die again...?” I chuckled.

Sakura seemed to agree with me. “I’m not here to leave you, sir.”

He turned to her. They stared eye to eye in the chaos. “You’re here to follow orders.”

Sakura watched him walk away a moment and then picked up Tachibana and put him in the elevator. “If any servitors get through, cut them down.”

The look in her eyes was kind, almost grateful? She turned and approached Chisei. His eyes glowed brightly in the dark. The death servitors groaned as he exerted the full force of Majesty on them, harder, and harder until their bones snapped and broke skin and their spines telescoped. This level of power couldn’t be sustained and Sakura knew it.

When he collapsed backwards, she was there to catch him. Exhausted, Sakura struggled to bring him to the elevator. Behind her, more servitors arrived on the scene. Called my doppleganger again, she swooped to attack them. She had more strength than I did at the moment. I was hurting. I didn’t understand why. I was depending on Ielia to finish the fight. She was a bright ghost in the room, protecting them.

Sakura settled Chisei down in the elevator.

“Sakura... close... the...” He was choking, barely able to breathe.

She just smiled at him, one hand running through his hair, her face close to his. Then, she held his hand and with her other, cut into his palm. She spread his blood on her face before he could stop her.

I watched Chisei’s eyes fill with silent horror. She stood up and he reached out to her, his hand just catching the edge of her long coat. She pressed the closed door button. “Goodbye.”

“No... NO! Sakura!”

I pushed him back against the elevator wall and we started going down.

In my experience, I had heard the cries of grief at funerals. It was always women it seemed, screaming as they leaned over the coffin of their loved ones. They upset me as a child. Robbie would run his hands up and down my back. I asked him if I could go home.

“No, baby.” Robbie had told me. “You gotta be here. When life gets hard, these folks need you to feel their pain with them. Otherwise, they’ll be all alone.”

That was enough explanation for the little me back then. But still it was hard to hear this howling coming from the voice of Chisei. It rose up through the shaft and with it, his spirit, his desire to go back and fight with her, to stop her from dying. It tore me up from the inside out. But instead of running away, just as Robbie had told me, I leaned into it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried with him.

“Sakura has bought us out escape...” Tachibana said hoarsely. “We cannot waste a single second. This time... she paid for it with her life.”

Chisei wasn’t the only one grieving.

Mingfei....

How close had they gotten in the Hydras? I wondered. The report in the comms of shot after shot, the sound of Mingfei... he was sobbing, crying and shooting. Until there was no more sounds of gunshots. There were no more bullets.

“ANEGO!”

A soft whimper came from my throat as his grief hit me like a tidal wave. The elevator slowed to a stop.

We’d reached the underground.

#Chisei Gen #Sakura Yabuki #Masamune Tachibana #Mingfei Lu #Johann Chu #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Writing

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chaoticspeedarch · 5 years

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καταστροφή

DATE: JUNE 23RD, 2019. TIME: AROUND 4:30P.M.

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Kendall had been sorting through all the gifts that he had received, from friends, from fans, from random strangers that had dropped off things. Apparently there were still boxes around the bottom of the apartment complex that he needed to bring up via the elevator.

That was where Kendall had been; the elevator had just dinged, the doors had been in the middle of opening, when a large beam of energy sliced through the entirety of his apartment complexes’ building. When the building began to fold, to fall, to plummet towards the ground and other buildings.

Kendall was buried under rubble, trapped inside of the elevator as tons of debris began to crush the shaft; he quickly spun dash, the mystic energy inside of his body activating as a subconscious defense mechanism. It had saved him, in the last second: he was lucky. He barrelled through the rubble of concrete, of broken walls, and exploded out one of the many windows of the building.

Landed on the rooftop of a nearby building, Kendall’s chest heaved from the heavy breathing; his quills were dishevelled, covered in dirt, debris, cuts and blood. His ears were ringing, barely able to make out the sound of peoples’ screams. He hadn’t moved quick enough, the building had come down in an instant. It had collided with some other buildings across the street, simultaneously crushing the buildings, and whatever cars or pedestrians were on the street or other sidewalk.

With a deep inhale, all at once Kendall’s hearing returned to him: and it was met with a cacophony of sounds -- screams from the dying, things being crushed by buildings, falling ( Kendall’s apartment complex had not been the only building to be brought down, he would later discover ); and this strange, humming noise.

Kendall glanced over, his ears twitched in the direction before his head had fully turned: and he barely had time to glimpse at the wave of light, like an otherworldly expanse of rift that burst out of seemingly nowhere. That light washed over everything, everyone, in the world, but it affected Kendall the most; Kendall and his friends ( Knuckles, Amy, Tails, Shadow, Rouge ).

The light that washed over Kendall’s body, it had changed him: instantaneously, his body morphed, going from a 4′10″ mobian hedgehog, to a 5′10″ human male with long, blue coloured hair, deep golden eyes, garbed in what appeared to be regular human clothing, albeit of Japanese descent, with the odd addition of a sword sheathed on his right hip.

His gloves hands, arms, had come up to try and shield his eyes. Kendall exhaled, and realised immediately what had changed within him. For one, his height, for two, his stance: his human body, almost subconsciously, moved into a defensive position.

Kendall soon would realise why. Out of that portal, that rift of light that had washed over the entirety of this universes’ Earth, creatures began to appear. To manifest; and they were what most humans would refer to as monsters: grotesque, creatures of all shape, size, though all of them appeared bloodthirsty, bend on chaos.

The screams of humans running, trying to flee from the monsters. Those gurgled, guttural roars, screeches from the creatures. Demons.

Kendall unsheathed his sword, just as a few of them lunged towards him, and he began to cut through them. Kendall had never held a sword in his life, yet somehow, his body, his conscious, were moving as though he’d always wielded the blade.

The demons continued to endlessly rush at Kendall, but he cut them down, ignoring any pain they inflicted on him. His body continued to heal itself: despite his now human appearance, he had not lost any of that chaotic or mystic energy.

Laughter that caused his blood to run cold, stopped Kendall in his tracks. The demons seemed to halt altogether, and Kendall watched as Ivo Robotnik stepped forward. Out of that rift itself.

“You--!”

Ivo’s gaze narrowed, but he smiled as his head tilted to the side. Grandly, he gestured to himself, a palm splayed itself against Ivo’s chest, “Me? Oh, no! You don’t have me to thank for this, Kendall.” He swept that arm away from his chest, out towards Kendall, pointing with a palm upward,

“This was your doing! Or! Should I say, your alternates’ doing! If it weren’t for his brash behaviour, Malpercio never would have inadvertently given me the means to access of that realm.”

“My... alternate?” Kendall sounded confused, but his gaze kept darting along the demons. They weren’t moving, drooling and breathing heavily, but stayed stationary. Ivo somehow had full control over the beasts.

What had happened--?

Ivo just kept staring at him, something wild and distorted about the doctor’s eyes.

“Yes. You hadn’t thought you were the only you, did you? Surely you had thought that, -- with all the multiverse selves you’ve met -- there had to be one or two that were you, just in another life!

Why do you think you have that body, now?”

Kendall’s head, it ached, and he winced, one of his eyes momentarily closing. This was all-- too much, too sudden. He exhaled, breathing heavier. His grip on the sword shook. No. Calm down, Kendall. Calm down. Think. Just think about this.

What Ivo said, it wasn’t as far-fetched as most might believe: alternate realities of this one, were possible. They had to be, given the vastness of the multi-universe itself, conceptually. It was possible that Kendall had been human in one of them: but then,

what had happened to his human alternate?

“What do you get out of doing this.”

Ivo hummed, then shrugged, almost lazily. “I just thought it’d be interesting.”

Those screams of the dying, the tearing from demons eating humans; explosions from only hell knew what creatures that were destroying buildings. Kendall’s jaw clenched, and he screamed so loud it shook his chest,

“Interesting?!”

“Yes. I worried you might be bored!” Ivo bowed then, and glanced up, while smiling over at Kendall, “Happy birthday, Kendall~.”

A roar of a scream left Kendall, which was drowned out by Ivo’s manic laughter and the demons resumed movement, rushing forward to meet Kendall, who had dashed forward with the intent to kill Ivo where he stood.

#[KendallBDAY2k19.] “A LITTLE PARTY NEVER HURT NOBODY.”#[MV2] “THE END OF THE BEGINNING; BEGINNING OF THE END.”#[KENDALL;MV2] “IT’S BREAKING ME I CANNOT MOVE I REALISE I’M PARALYSED.”#[MV] “TO BE WHO YOU ARE.”#[IVO] “THE EVIL TYRANT.”#[KENDALL] “YOU HAVE THE MEMORIES. NOW WHAT.”#[SONIC] “REACH OUT FOR LOST TRUTH.”

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knightofaedirn · 5 years

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Kolab Shatterskull IC Interview Thing

► Name ➔ “Kolab Shatterskull”

► Are you single ➔ “There is only one Kolab. Don’t believe the rumors about that -other- Kolab. No. Nothing in common. Do I look like the type to crash a Mechano-hog into a family of Goblins while reading a copy of ‘Wyvern Fancy’? Of course not!”

► Are you happy ➔ “Happy to have been found innocent of all charges related to vehicular Goblin-slaughter!”

► Are you angry? ➔ “Have you tried to get Goblin off of the front of your hog? Well? Have you!? That stuff just ain’t coming off!”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “The ground. Was dropped right on the ground after birth.”

► Hair Color ➔ “Black. But the wise old ones say my head was red that day. Was it from getting dropped? Probably.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Red. Now that ain’t from the blood!”

► Birthday ➔ “The twenty third day of September. They say the ground shook the day I was born. Guess we know why now.”

► Mood ➔ “Hungry. Hungry is a mood.”

► Gender ➔ “Mail. Guess that is why I’m so slow. Get it. Because. The mail. Is slow. On Azeroth. LAUGH NOW!”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer. Never been one for freezing in the winter.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “I’m up at the crack of dawn. A cup of the finest Durotarian coffee in one hand, a bowl of Captain Nazgrim’s Kor’kron Berries in the other. And in the OTHER hand the morning edition of the Orgrimmar Times. That is right. You figure out how that works. Use your imagination”

► Are your parents still married ➔ “I’m balancing the paper on my weiner. That is how. Didya figure it out?”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ “Love Nymmith like a fat kid loves cake.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Love is what happens when all the blood pools south, ain’t it?”

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ “Gravity. They fell right off the bridge.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart? ➔ “There was this one Goblin. Wheel of my bike went right over their chest. It was a strange kind of crunch. Like the sound of a crate of sausage falling down an elevator shaft.”

► Are you afraid of commitments? ➔ “Of course I am. Do I look like the type to commit a crime? Never!”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Done more than hugged.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer? ➔ “Isn’t that just a stalker?”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔”Nope. Chest hit the handlebars of my bike pretty hard once, though. ”

SEVEN TRAITS

disorganized / organized / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

SIX CHOICES

► Cats or Dogs? ➔ “Dog. Hot dogs especially. Throw some ketchup and mustard on those bad boys and you got yourself a good time.”

► Lemonade or iced tea? ➔ “Iced tea.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ?➔ “Get yourself a whole throng of friends and allies. It pays off in a fight.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in? ➔ “Night in. The last thing a self respecting, pillar of the community Grunt like I need is to have claims of public indecency.”

► Day or night? ➔ “Day. The moment the sun sets I’m done for the day.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ?➔ “Plenty of times. The trick is to pretend you caught the person catching you sneaking out...of sneaking out. Why else would they leave the barracks unless they were up to something nefarious themself? Huh?”

► Fallen down/up the stairs? ➔ “Fell sideways down them.”

► Stolen something? ➔ “Borrowed. Indefinitely.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Once grabbed a hot dog right off the grill. Sure, it hurt. But it was delicious. ”

► Wanted to disappear? ➔ “I’ll let you know I’m the most subtle Orc this side of the Southfury!”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes? ➔ “Eyes. What are you going to do in the middle of a battle? Smile at the enemy? Catch an arrow with your pearly whites?”

► Shorter or Taller? ➔ “Just shorter than the Grunt in front of you. They’ll be a meat shield.”

► Intelligence or Attraction? ➔ “You sure ain’t going to learn nothing from me.”

► Hook-up or Relationship? ➔ “Hook ups are for fishermen. Get it. Cause. They use. Hooks. To catch the fish.”

THREE ABOUT FRIENDS

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends? ➔ “Of course! It is better to be deceived than to be mistrusting.”

► Who is your best friend? ➔ *Looks at his left hand.*

► Have you ever lost a good friend? ➔ *Looks at his right hand.*

TWO FOR FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along? ➔ “They died. Sure ain’t going to drag them around with me now.”

► Do you see your family often? ➔”Hell no! Why would I want some spooky ghosts following me around?”

ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD

► Would you say you have a messed up life? ➔ “I’m a cannoneer in the grand army of the Horde. I get to fire burning metal into waves of the enemy. I mean. Think about that. Getting paid to blow shit up? What is your job? Scribbling all this down? Wait, why are you still writing? You didn’t add in some of that stuff from earlier, did you? THIS BETTER NOT BE PUBLISHED!”

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