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Azure- Indigo 5

Helllooo my loves! Here is part 5 to indigo. It's really cute I can't lie, I'm proud of this story :')

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Y/N had forgotten how Harry appeared to other people.

She had been almost floating on air the rest of the weekend, a smile permanently on her face as she walked about her apartment, tending to chores and making sure to take time to look after her tattoo. She had been diligent about her research beforehand, yes, but it was even more imperative now that she kept the piece in pristine condition.

They’d been texting frequently. Once she had gotten home, he had responded back and it simply hadn’t stopped. There were pauses, warnings from him that he had a client coming in or he was going on a run, but most of the weekend had been spent texting him, giggling at her phone, getting to know him a bit more. His texting style was a bit similar to how he spoke, a bit of dry humor sprinkled in. It seemed he was a little more bold through the phone as well, messaging her with smooth flirtation and obvious interest in her stories. He asked involved questions, checked in on her multiple times, but he wasn’t overly bearing. Y/N felt like she was being hand fed bits and pieces of the man that had always puzzled her.

“So who’s the guy that had you pretending you’re not smiling at your phone?” Over brunch, Y/N’s friend Julia had caught on to her sneaking peeks at her phone, smiling to herself and trying to pace responses. It wouldn’t be hard for anyone to notice this. Y/N couldn’t be subtle if it could save her life. Once you got to know her, it was even more obvious that her feelings would be displayed out for anyone to see. A real heart on her sleeve type of girl.

Y/N hadn’t wanted to bring him up initially, but the excitement to finally dish about a guy she was actually excited about seeing- even if it was only one planned date- had her mouth almost ready to burst. She didn’t want to tell anyone in their initial friend group because… because what if it didn’t work and then everyone made it super awkward? Y/N did not do good with that sort of pressure and honestly, she would most definitely cry if someone teased her for not being able to keep up with Harry.

Julia, however? Sweet Julia was a former coworker, mostly removed from that group of friends and it was easier to dish when she hadn’t met him.

“Well…” Y/N tucked her hair back over her shoulder, fiddling with her napkin. “It’s a guy I’ve known for a bit. He’s actually the one who did my tattoo.” Lifting her arm she motioned to the ink that her friend had previously fawned over. She had a few tattoos herself and had been impressed at how good it had turned out despite some of the detail being scabbed over. Y/N had taken a bit of the moisturizer Harry had given her out after their drinks and shown her, the whole thing.

“Ohmygod- a tattoo artist?” Her friend’s eyes widened. “The one who did that one? You sly thing… did you get down and dirty in the studio? Oh my god, you gave it so good he had to see more of you? Y/N, you’ve been holding out on me!”

Y/N gaped, floundering for a moment before housing her friends with wide eyes. Her voice hadn’t exactly been quiet and she could feel the lava burning underneath her skin. She loved Julia, but she didn’t have a sense of volume sometimes. “Jules!” She hissed, shaking her head. “No! I didn’t- I didn’t do anything in the studio. No, he was completely and utterly professional and sweet.” There was a weird need to defend Harry’s honor.

In reality, there was no true idea in her mind if Harry did that sort of stuff before. With how attractive he was, she was sure people attempted it but she doubted he would actually do so. Not when he had worked so hard on his shop’s reputation. He’d told her all about that when they’d gone out afterwards.

“Ok, then what the hell happened? What is his name? Let me see him, immediately.” Her expectant hand shot out, looking at her with a raised brow as Y/N chuckled at her friends' antics- and her audacity. She was lucky Y/N loved her.

“His name is Harry.” Her voice was soft as she typed his username into the instagram search bar. “He’s a tattoo artist. I met him through our friend group. He’s a friend of Sarah’s. He did my tattoo at his own shop. He owns it himself, and he’s got a few people who work there too.” Pride bled from her voice as she pulled his profile up and handed it over. There weren't too many of him. He had a few tagged, a few photos on his own, but it was mostly his tattoo work and random things here and there. “He’s got a few awards and done a few famous people’s work. It’s so cool. He drew my tattoo up right next to me in his office, his process is so interesting.”

The girl was chirping about him as if she was already smitten, a dreamy little smile on her lips slipping a bit as she took in Julia’s expression. “What?”

“Nothing! Nothing- not a bad look, I promise.” Julia hurried to correct her face but she turned the phone back to Y/N. “This is him? The one in the black?”

It was a photo of him she had seen the other night while she did her obligatory snooping in his tagged. A tight black tee shirt with the Harley Davidson logo on the chest covered his torso and tight fitting black jeans covered his bottom down to his brown boots. His arms bulged slightly as they were crossed over his body, a pint in hand as he looked at the camera. The other hand held out a middle finger over his arm, a cold scowl on his face. His piercings glimmered in the photo, an obvious flash used. It was part of Sarah’s summer photo dump, one he had commented a simple eye roll emoji for despite liking it. Y/N’s snooping was thorough.

“Yeah… Isn’t he cute?” Y/N asked nervously. It wasn’t that she needed her friend’s acceptance. She liked Harry either way. It would just be nice to not feel a bit off guard when she had expected a squeal back from seeing him. Harry was hot, that was no question. Even if you simply spoke to him without seeing his physical appearance, it was more than obvious he was just an attractive man in general.

“Cute isn’t the word I’d use. He’s good looking but… He’s a little scary for you, isn’t he?”

While she knew that the question was most likely an innocent one, it raised her hackles a little bit. Sure, maybe he looked a little scary. Maybe he was intimidating to most. But that didn’t have much to do with anything. “No, I don’t think so. He’s incredibly sweet and kind. He didn’t even charge me for my tattoo and tried to venmo me back his tip but he’s… He’s a little shy.” It had been apparent to her when he had told her why he had been so silent around her. “He tells awful jokes and he’s taking me to a drive-in movie this weekend because he remembered that I liked the one they’re showing. He’s really thoughtful. I know he’s got tattoos and piercings but that doesn’t mean-”

“Woah, slow your roll, Cinnamon Bun.” Julia placed her hand over Y/N’s. “I didn’t mean anything mean by it. Not at all. I’m sure that if you’re with him, he’s a nice guy.” Her face showed guilt for working Y/N up, scooting her chair closer to her. “I just mean he seems a bit intimidating. You know that I’m used to seeing you fawn over more sporty guys, the cleaner cut ones. It was just that he’s different from the norm for you, babe.”

Y/N’s wind sank and her sails dropped as she realized what her friend had meant. Of course it hadn’t been meant in malice, but she still worried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump on you like that. I just think.. I think he’s had a lot of people assume a lot of things about him in the past and it makes me weirdly protective of him. I know I’m kind of his opposite in a lot of ways and it makes me a little insecure because I know people will definitely call it out. Your meaning isn’t bad but eventually people are going to see I don’t seem to be the normal type for him.”

That was the truth. Y/N had seen peeks of girls he had flirted with or gone off to hook up with and they didn’t exactly look like her. Not at all.

“Oh, babe. I’m sorry.” Julia sighed. “No. I didn’t mean it that way. If anyone has shit to say, fuck ‘em. I was just surprised. You’ve never been the bad boy aesthetic type but hey, if he’s nice to you that’s all that matters. As long as he knows you’ve got a miniature blonde friend who’s ready to attack ankles at any moment for hurting you and knows how to hide bodies… we’re all good.”

Y/N had let it go. Julia meant well, but this was exactly why she wanted to wait a bit to let their friend group know they were… something? Seeing each other? They hadn't even gone on a date yet so it seemed to be a stretch to say dating, but whatever it was. Not until it felt steady. They’d all worry over her and warn Harry off when in reality, all he had done in the past was be anxious and let Y/N read him wrong.

She wanted to protect him from the ribbing and the questions and let them get to know one another in a more intimate way privately. It would be something she would have to bring up to him later…. But how?

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H: Hi, gorgeous. What are you up to?

Y/N: Hi hi :) Just got done making cinnamon bread.

H: And are you bringing me a piece of that tonight?

H: Please say yes or I’ll probably cry.

Y/N: Of course, crazy. What do you take me for?

H: A goddess, if you continue bringing me baked goods.

H: But please remember that there is a snack counter there and I will be happy to buy you whatever you want from there or pick up something beforehand.

Y/N: I really can pay for some of it myself. I feel a little bad making you pay for everything, you’ve already got the tickets.

H: I’ve got the tickets and more. If I’m taking you out, I’m paying, sweetheart. Nonnegotiable. Your payment can be some of that bread, if it makes you feel better.

H: I’m just happy you said yes and are giving me a chance after I’ve made an ass of myself.

Y/N: H :( no

Y/N: You didn’t mean to make me feel bad. I internalized it and maybe you need to work on communication a bit but honestly, It’s all water under the bridge!!! I’m really really excited to go out with you.

Harry ran his hand over his face. His wrist ached from the 6 hour session the day prior but he was more than a mess of nerves now that the time for their date was almost here. He vacuumed out his car, cleaned it, sprayed with some sort of spray, and replaced the little vent air freshener. The whole thing. His range rover wasn’t ideal for this sort of thing so he had chosen his vintage convertible. The bench seat could lay back and provide more lounging space- and that’s exactly what he had wanted.

This had been his first dream purchase once he started making more money at his shop. As soon as he finished his car payments on the Range Rover, he had set his sights on a vintage car to cruise around in by himself during the warm nights, a good sound system having been modified in it so he could lose himself in thought while driving down the coastline. This car was his baby. Soft yellow exterior with a pinstripe detail, the smooth car appealed to him immediately. He’s spent months scouring sites and driving to look at different listings but this one had his heart immediately. There hadn’t been too much to change on it, but he had made his personalization with black and white fuzzy dice hanging off the rearview mirror, said sound system, and refreshed seats. The car had been his reward for the hard work and his endless backaches from being hunched over tattooing.

It had been a no brainer to choose this one but he did worry about if Y/N would think he was being overly flashy. Harry had never been one to show his money off to the masses, instead choosing to invest a lot and keep everything quiet. He’d seen some friends, seen his own clients even complain about how people used them for money and with the concept being newer to him, he wanted to be responsible. He’d read too many financial horror stories on reddit to risk it. His mates guessed he made a decent amount considering how much his minimum was and how picky he was with clients, and sure he picked up the tab a lot without saying who did it, but he tried to keep himself a bit guarded with that. He hoped that if this continued with Y/N- which god, he was praying it would- she wouldn’t be upset with him keeping that a bit of a secret.

To be honest, he was overthinking every single thing. Despite appearing cool, calm and collected in his texts, he had felt like his thoughts were running out of his head at max speed. Realistically, he knew Y/N wouldn’t have said yes if she didn’t want to. She’d have been more than justified if she had, but somehow Harry must have done something right to get the karma to have not only her forgiveness, but her affection. Even the slightest bit.

Triple checking his outfit, he had felt silly brushing his overgrown hair out of his face but still made sure that there hadn’t been some miracle stain that showed up on his tee shirt or new rip in his pants. There wasn’t, as suspected, and he finally made himself leave the house. The car had the blankets folded in the trunk, along with the two oversized pillows he had purposely chosen despite being a bit chunky. They were straight off his bed, the best ones he had ever found. The plush purple blanket was oversized, a steal from a liquidation store he went to just to feel like he could ‘treasure hunt’ was big enough to cover the seats, and he had a few different ones for Y/N to choose from in the back.

Was she a faux fur blanket girl? Linen? Crochet? Plush? Velveteen? Another obscure but endearing thing he wanted to carve out of her.

The drive to her place consisted of Lana Del Rey and the top up of the car. It was obvious it was a convertible but he was trying to keep the warm breeze as a shared experience for them both tonight. The real nerves had hit outside of her stairs, his phone dipped back in his pocket once she had told him she was on her way down. His palms were sweating, a constant reminder of himself to not fuck this up playing on a neverending loop in his head.

The world went quiet for a moment, though, once Y/N opened the door and shot him a smile so sweet that it almost hurt his own teeth.

Every time he saw Y/N he had been in awe of her beauty, but it hit a little different now. She had dressed up for the purpose of going out with him. Her lavender colored dress with slightly puffy sleeves, casual as ever with its soft looking fabric, but seeing something like that on her was bringing it to a new level. It swished on her thighs, brushing an inch or so above her knees. Sandals were on her feet and a cream colored oversized bag that resembled one he brought to the beach was hung over her shoulder, snapping against the pavement as she descended the stairs and made her way over to him.

“Hi!” She chirped, eyes sparkling slightly in the afternoon sun. Sunset would happen in just 30 or so minutes and he had to wonder how his brain would handle seeing her in a golden glow in his car. On a date with him. “You look really handsome, H.”

It was so opposite what people would assume of a man with his general outward demeanor and rough around the edges appearance. His cheeks heating and having to swallow a lump in his throat to unknot so he could reply to a simple compliment, you’d never expect it. Harry liked that maybe only Y/N would be able to uncover a part of him he kept hidden to protect himself from hurt. The iron armor he kept guarding his heart seemed to melt to molten metal when she reached up to take a hug from him. She smelled so fresh, like laundry in the best way. The warm type right out of the dryer, unsullied from any possible contaminants. She smelled brand new, a start over for him.

“You always seem to outdo yourself in how gorgeous y’look when I see you.” His guts had returned when he was hugging her, unable to see her reaction. Somehow, Harry could remain stone faced when drunk people came in demanding ink, when he’d gotten in fights at bars during that rougher period, but he couldn't control himself around a soft little doe of a girl like Y/N.

“Thank you.” She grinned, pulling back with her eyes finding his until her attention was stolen by the car behind him. “Oh my god… Is this a new car?”

Pride bloomed in his chest as she fawned over his car, one of his prized possessions that she was slightly bouncing on her toes as her hand ran over the hood. This was the reaction he had been hoping for. “Well, technically it’s an old one.” The joke was cracked with a smirk, making Y/N laugh and his chest feel full.

“No shit, funny man.” Her hand pushed his bicep. “I mean, when did you get it? I’ve never seen you drive this, just your Range Rover.”

“It’s sort of a special occasion car. Drives down the coast mostly, sometimes car meets if Niall finds one and tells me to bring it. I got it a while ago but the other car is more practical so it stays in the garage while I put the milage on the other one.” He placed a hand on the handle to open up her door, letting her take a look inside. “It’s really special to me. I try t’be careful with her.”

“Her?” Y/N rose a brow as she sat herself in the seat, wiggling around as she got comfortable. “Should I be jealous?”

Her own flirty jokes made Harry relax a tiny bit more. He wasn’t the only one feeling this, and it made him feel a whole lot better to hear it from her. “No, no. She’s got nothing on you, darling.” With a wink, he closed her door and jogged around to his side and patting himself on the back for not choking at the response he just gave.

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Y/N’s own body was buzzing with nerves. Sitting in this fantastic car that she knew her grandfather would absolutely lose his head over, Hozier’s ‘Abstract’ played through the radio and her hair was fluttering around as Harry drove through the streets towards the destination. The sun was warming her cheek, hand dipping up and down as she let the wind pass through her fingers. There was some chatter but mostly a silence that Y/N found to be quite comfortable. Harry wasn’t an incredibly talkative person in general but he seemed to be a lot more open when it was just the two of them. She was enjoying this, the overall energy pretty good- a bit nervous and giggly but what first date didn’t start off like that?

“How did you even find out about this?” Y/N turned to look at him as they waited in line to park his car and let them scan the code he had open on his phone. “Like, I didn’t even know there was a drive-in so close to us. I still feel like a newbie here sometimes but.. It was really thoughtful. I never thought I’d get to see this one on a big screen since it had come out before I could have watched it.”

“I remembered you liked that movie we were seeing when I was scrolling down instagram. It was weird, I knew there was one but I never interacted with anything about it so… The algorithm must have helped me out.” He laughed, running his thumb over his lower lip to hide his smile a little bit. “I know people normally would say a movie on a first date would be a little eh, but we know each other a little and it’s your favorite. It’s outside, too. Anything is ten times better under the stars.”

Y/N loved that. That was true, but for someone who had been so nervous to speak to her before he was sure as hell doing a good job finding all the soft pleasure spots in her brain and stroking them. Clicking off things on her mental list she didn’t know she had. “I’m glad it did. I’m excited, especially with a car like this, it’s incredible. You did a perfect job picking this out.” Truly, he had plucked a dream scenario from her romantic underbelly and brought it up to the surface.

“Good.” He smiled, pulling up to the person scanning their tickets. It was pay per car, so it hadn’t been too spendy, but Harry was more than going to make up for it. His relief was clearly lifted off his shoulders as she expressed her approval of his choice. He’d probably fall on down the sewer if she hated it.

Their spot was a place in the middle and towards the back. There were only about 50 spots, and they had definitely been a bit fucked with traffic but at least they werent in a corner. Cutting the car off, he took a breath before turning to her. “We’re gonna pull the top down and uh, the bench seat flattens out. So it can be easier to stretch out.” He flexed his hand around the gearshift, watching as her face brightened. “I’ve got loads of blankets in the trunk and two pillows too. M’not trying to be suggestive but it’s easier to get comfortable.” Harry wanted to make this the most memorable date- in a good way. The knowledge of the fact he knew for a fact other guys in the group fancied her and could talk to her without seeming like an ass used to make his stomach hurt, but it was such a relief to have her with him now. She was way too sweet and understanding but he adored the fact that she had particularly chosen him to go out with. Y/N wasn’t a prize, she wasn’t an object, but he felt like he was a winner for getting to spend time with her.

“Here-” He took his wallet out and slipped one of his cards out. “Go and get whatever you want for the movie and we can get proper food after.” The cool plastic was paced into her palm, his fingers closing her own around it so she didn’t drop it. “Whatever y’want and I mean it. They’ve got those chocolate bars y’like, I saw online. Buy the whole candy case if you want. I’ll get this fixed up and meet you over there to help carry it.”

Y/N wasn’t going to argue, her jello like knees shaking as she walked over to the retro shack. It was unreal. Harry had seemed to put a lot of thought into every step. His mention of knowing her favorite chocolate was there and that he’d remembered it even just having heard it in a very tipsy conversation she’d had with Charlotte with Harry ‘glaring’ at her across the table. Apparently, he had just been focusing on her answer and not wishing she would drop dead. Who’d have thought?

Rocking on her feet, Y/N looked over the menu and made her mind up pretty quickly- an absolute miracle for her- as soon as she saw the selection of drinks. Usually she wasn’t a carbonated bev type of person, but when she saw you could add little flavors into them, she was more than happy to order a sprite with strawberry flavoring. She had only been a few places where they’d done so before, so she was taking it. She went with a Root Beer for Harry and another bottle of water to split, a large popcorn and a side of the cheese sauce that she lovingly called plastic cheese like her mother always had. As much as she was tempted, she chose 3 things of candy. Sour, sweet and chocolate. The array.

Swiping his card felt a little wrong but secretly, she was happy that he had insisted. There had been many a date where the man hadn’t even offered, or who thought buying a lackluster meal meant he should have access to her body. While she didn’t need him to pay, the gesture was what she liked. Harry had been nothing but respectful once he had actually opened his mouth to talk to her.

Placing the lids on the drinks, she had placed them on the tray but frowned slightly at the idea of walking across the field balancing them and not dropping them. Thankfully she felt a large hand on her own as the tray had been swiftly taking into his grip. The tray that had seemed ginormous in her own hands looked small in his.

“Told you I’d come to help. You don't need to be carrying it.”

Again, Y/N didn’t feel like arguing as she let him lead her back to the car, his lack of clumsiness making her look twice as bad. She’d stumbled three times, the uneven terrain making it a little difficult with the dents the cars had carved into spots in the lot. Thank the sky above she had let him take it. Her mind had been on that but was taken out of thought when she saw the set up. It was so cute, Y/N almost let out a coo as she watched him place the tray on the close trunk. It had been set up like a bed, three blankets overlapping each other on top.

“Didn’t know the kind of blanket you liked so I brought a few.”

If he got any more adorable, Y/N would lose it.

“You did? That’s so sweet, H.” She whispered, slipping her shoes off as he opened the door to let her get in easier. There was no way she was about to mess up the thing he had put so much thought into. Her eyes went to the plushy one, lifting that one as Harry removed his boots. “I claim this one.”

Harry added the blanket preference to his Y/N list mentally.

“Perfect.” He nodded. “Did you want to share or do separate ones?”

The days were perfectly warm, but since the sun had been setting the cool night had been settling over the place. It got nippy, and Y/N was selfish and curious. “Sharing is fine.” She peeped, spreading it across her lap and holding it open for him. This would bring them closer. His thigh was near hers, sitting sprawled out as he carefully balanced the tray to sit in front of them.

This was just… good. Harry was obviously a little nervous still, but Y/N was laughing at his jokes, she had been interested in what he had to say. It wasn’t the fake half assed listening most people did. She asked detailed follow up questions and laughed at the right times, especially when their hands met when trying to grab some popcorn as the trailers before the move began.

They were shifting closer to one another, slowly allowing it to happen until Harry suggested laying back. The popcorn setted between them, He put a second blanket on them when he noticed her shiver slightly. Y/N was trying to figure out how to ask to cuddle with him without asking outright, but it was hard. All he was doing was being respectful but she wanted to be closer to him, wanted his arm around her and the cold to disappear. It felt like everytime they brushed that she got pleasantly flushed.

“Y’cold still?” Harry whispered, another shiver getting his attention. He didn’t need to know it was from his hand brushing the popcorn from her thigh over the blanket.

“Yeah, I run cold” She said softly. “Can we get closer? Body heat is a bit better.”

Harry loved it. Her innocent expression but obviously wanting to get closer, to be held by him specifically. “I’m never going to say no to having’ you close to me, sweetheart.”

His arm was lifted and she ducked underneath, his body turning slightly on his side so she could get close and lean into him, the blankets pulled to their chins and his hand falling to her arm where he began to run his fingers over.

Y/N wanted to squeal, but she settled for a happy little wriggle disguised as getting comfortable. He was indeed much warmer than blankets, but his fingers running over her and her cheek pressed against his shoulder with his body heat leaking through his shirt made her warm right in her stomach. His touch felt so good, comforting and exciting all at the same time. So far, this had been the best date she had ever been on and it really had just begun.

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Y/N was so beautiful.

Harry had been paying far too much attention to the girl curled up against him like a little kitten. Purring as he stroked her bare skin once his fingers had gone under the blanket for her. The screen illuminated her face as she watched her movie, his lips watching her lips as she silently recited lines and giggled at the right moments. He was learning a lot just watching her reactions. The yearning on her face during the softer romantic scenes, what things got little giggles, what made her cringe. How long her eyelashes were and how her nose curved, the tiny marks on her face he had never seen.

This was the type of date he had always wanted to have. To go out with a girl he genuinely liked, who saw more of him than met the eye, who wanted to get to know him. Someone who could make him loosen up a bit. He’d not had any goals for this besides having her enjoy herself and hopefully grow to like him more. Enough to give him a shot of dating her. It made him realize how his past in bed hadn’t made him feel a fraction of the excitement or even pleasure that this did. Simply sitting with a girl he had a massive crush on holding onto his shirt, watching her beauty in real time. There was no feeling of rush with her. As much as he was truly attracted to her, he was happy with this. Maybe a kiss or two would throw him over the moon. Just being in this scenario felt like a dream come true.

He was sure the movie was great, but the vision in front of him was far, far more interesting to him.

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bts-hyperfixation · 9 months

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Pregnant Frustrations

A Namjoon x Reader fanfiction

Summer Madness 5/33 Namjoon comes home to find his pregnant wife with a bit of a conundrum.CW Pregnancy kink, Stretching (the request asked for fisting but that's bad for pregnant women so I've gone with perineal massage...), cockwarming, Praise

You flop back onto the bed, screaming into the nearest pillow in frustration, giving up completely. You'd known you were playing a losing game as soon as your belly popped but now, at 32 weeks you were finally defeated. Your body ached and you were pissed off that the bath you had just taken was only allowed to be lukewarm. Now you can't even successfully work on your perineal massage so you were going to fucking tear on top of all the other trauma of birth. You made a mental note to absolutely rip your husband to shreds when he got home.

And at that moment, as if he knew what was coming, your love walked through the door.

He walked into the bedroom to put down his bag like usual, clearly not expecting you to be lying, spread eagle on the bed with your head buried under a pillow.

"Everything okay babe?" Namjoon asked, confusion evident in his voice.

You launched the pillow in your hands at his head, missing by a hair.

"Guess not..."

He drops his bag and picks up the pillow, placing it back where it lives and then climbs onto the bed next to you. He stretches his arms out and you wriggle back into them, mumbling an apology as you snuggle against him.

"What's the matter?" He asks, kissing your head.

"My back is killing me." You groan.

"A pillow to the head seems a bit dramatic if that's the only thing wrong..."

"You're the reason I'm stuck like this, I think you deserved it."

He shakes his head, knowing better than to verbally argue. He shuffles you into a better position where he can reach your shoulders and begins to apply pressure in the best places. You roll your shoulders and relax instantly under your husband's skilled fingers.

Your skin is still greasy from the lotion you used after your bath and his hands slide easily against your skin, running down your arms and back up along your neck. He repeats the motions over and over, each time wandering a little bit further, until his hands are carefully pressing over your stomach, indulging himself in the swell of your belly. He also isn't particularly subtle as he plays with your breasts and nipples on his way back to your shoulders.

"I said my back hurts Joonie, not my front." You comment glancing back at him.

"Yeah, but it's not like you can lie on your front for me to reach your back." He shrugs "Also, The way you were lying when I came in wasn't exactly going to help your back pain, so I thought you might like other... help?"

"Oh... that... yeah. Sorry Joonie that wasn't a horny thing, I've just realised I can't do the perineal massages anymore." You sigh, reminded of your conundrum.

You expect him to look disappointed, only to find him with a thoughtful look on his face. You can practically see the gears in his brain turning as he tries to work through his thoughts.

"Is it something you'd be comfortable with me doing?" He asks finally.

"I mean, I guess so? It's not like your fingers haven't been there before." You say gesturing to your stomach. "Do you know how?"

"Yeah, I read the same books you did." He admits.

He slides you gently off of his lap, propping you up comfortably on a couple of pillows.

He moves between your legs, taking the right one into his lap. He rubs hard against your thighs, digging in the heel of his hands to relieve all the pressure you had pent up. He follows a circular pattern, rubbing in all the lotion that you'd long given up on. He then switches to your left leg to repeat the motions.

When he has finished playing with your legs, he helps you to bend them into the correct position for him to have full access to you. He picks up the vitamin oil you had long since abandoned and squeezes some onto his index fingers.

You watch as he warms the oil between his fingers before carefully running it along the bottom of your vagina and perineum.

"All okay?" He asks.

His fingers apply a little bit of pressure at the base of your vagina stretching down a little.

"All okay." You affirm.

He continues to move, taking his fingers in a U-shaped motion for a minute before sliding out and massaging against your perineum. You try to focus on your deep breathing like all the articles say, but somehow having Namjoon in between your legs stretching you out, was making it hard to focus.

You accidentally let out a moan as his fingers press back inside of you moments later but neither of you mention it. You do however notice the way he grinds against the bed a little, readjusting himself. He goes on for a couple more repeats, switching between stretching and massaging with almost textbook precision, not that you were surprised.

Suddenly a third finger you weren't expecting makes its way inside of you. You jump a little, the bigger stretch catching you off guard.

"Sorry," Namjoon whispers.

Although the grin on his face suggests he is anything but apologetic as the third digit isn't removed. His hips grind against the mattress more obviously now, his eyes fixated on your heat rather than on you as he speaks.

"It's getting a little... slippery down here." He alludes to how wet you've become since he started

You thought your husband might be gentleman enough to ignore it, but apparently not.

"Look Horny, this isn't supposed to be sexy." You scold, half-heartedly.

"I can't help it if seeing my beautiful wife get wet for me makes me horny. I'm only human love." He says.

You roll your eyes.

His eyes flick up to meet yours as if asking for permission, his tongue flicking out briefly between his lips. You sigh deeply, resigned to appease him and stop pretending you weren't just as turned on as he was.

"Look, on one hand, sex sounds fantastic, on the other, I'm exhausted, so you will be doing all the work." You relent.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Gorgeous." He grins.

He turns his head to the side and bites hard at your thigh making you yelp. His eyes are filled with mischief as they lock back on yours. He leans in closer to your pussy and licks a long stripe up the middle. His tongue flicks at your clit, digging into the centre. It makes you grab onto the sheets to keep from squirming away from him. Still, you wriggle uncomfortably as he plays with you, three fingers still deep inside of you, now searching to bring you pleasure instead of comfort.

"Sit still would you." He scolds.

His free arm wraps around your leg, bicep bulging as he keeps you exactly where he wants you. With nowhere to run, your orgasm builds quickly, but his tongue doesn't stop until he has cleaned up as much of your cum as he can.

He backs away and removes his belt, shoving his slacks down just far enough to spring free. He teases you at first, rubbing his head around your hole. He dips in a little and back out again, soaking his dick in a combination of your slick and his spit. You grab onto his shoulders, clawing at him to try and convince him to push forwards, but he just laughs, too strong for you to manipulate.

You whine for him, hoping to spur him on verbally instead.

"For someone who didn't seem interested in sex half an hour ago, you sure are a mess right now." He observes.

He dips down towards you, teasing you with quick kisses before moving his face too far away again.

"I ache all over Joonie, it's not nice to tease." You pout, batting your eyelashes.

"You're right baby." He admits, leaning in to kiss the pout away "I'll make this quick for you." He winks

He lines himself up properly and pushes himself inside of you easily after all the stretching. He wastes no time, setting a punishing rhythm. You move with each thrust, having to cling to him for stability. He has one hand next to you and the other on the headboard to keep him from leaning against your stomach as he moves. He bites his bottom lip as he stares down at you, his eyes not leaving your face as he watches your expression twist with pleasure.

"You're so pretty baby" He comments, coming out between harsh breaths.

You moan loudly for him, voicing your approval. His hips dip to hit deeper inside of you making you cry out as the tension builds in your stomach, another orgasm rolling over you. He isn't far behind, letting go as he watches you unwind.

He pulls away just long enough to watch his cum leak out of you, his fingers instinctively reaching up to play with it.

"I feel empty, Joonie." You complain.

"Okay angel, I can fix that."

He kisses your forehead, wiping away some of the hairs that had gotten stuck to the afterglow sweat.

He then pulls away from you completely disposing of the rest of his clothes. He lays on the bed and pulls you to spoon him, getting comfortable together before he slides his half-hard cock between your thighs. He sucks in air through his teeth as his over-sensitised gland slides back into the heat between your legs. You fall asleep there together, locked together intimately and fully satisfied.

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Girl of his Dreams- Prologue

Pairing: Fuckboi! Jungkook x Reader

Au: Strangers to Lovers au

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

Rating: 18+

Word count: 3K (approx)

Summary: You think Jungkook is the utter definition of beauty. Jungkook thinks you’re cute but just not his type. Throw a magic ring into the equation, that makes you look like the girl of his dreams and you have the perfect recipe for heartbreak and tears.

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Walking into your art class you notice that your designated seat has already been taken by a boy. That's weird.

What's even weirder is that you have never seen the said boy before in your class. You say that with complete surety because there are only a handful in your class and this boy does not seem familiar at all.

Walking up to him you tap on his shoulders. "Excuse me, this is my seat."

The said boy turns to look at you and you frown when you realise you don't even have a clear view of his face as the majority of it remains covered by his hoodie.

Instead of responding to you, he moves a little to give you some space to sit on the stool.

There's a protest on your lips because how the fuck can two people sit comfortably on one small stool. But you decide on not voicing it because you know there are no other empty seats and asking him to just evacuate would basically mean him standing there awkwardly in the middle of the room, which honestly is harsh.

You awkwardly clear your throat and occupy whatever remaining space the stool has to offer.

"So are you new here?" The query leaves your lips a few moments later when you realise that you can't just ignore his presence considering how the right side of your body is almost entirely in contact with his left.

His fingers momentarily stop swiping at the phone screen and he looks up the slightest to give you attention.

He shakes his head and locks his phone. "Nah, I'm not here as a student."

If he's not a student then, what is he doing here?

He must have noticed the look of confusion on your face and he opens his mouth seemingly to clarify what exactly he is here for but the arrival of your art teacher stops him from doing so.

"Good morning, class," Miss Richardson greets the class as she settles all her materials on the table. "I hope you all had a good weekend."

The class comes up with mixed responses with a few people groaning and a few voicing their responses positively.

"Well that sure is a confusing response," she says with an amused look. "Well for those who had a not-so-good-weekend, I hope knowing that you will sketch a model today would be exciting enough to make your Monday."

A low murmur spreads through the classroom. That's a good response, you'd say. You definitely find yourself pleasantly surprised and excited at the thought of getting to capture the beauty of a model. The list of things she asked to bring for today's class, makes so much more sense now.

"Now, for today's model; his name is Jeon Jungkook and he's a fashion designing student."

All of a sudden you feel the warmth next to you gone, and the figure walks towards the podium. It takes a few seconds too long for you to realise what was happening.

Oh. He is the model.

"I hope all of you have your equipment ready and remember that you have to complete the sketch by the next two classes." She finishes. Once done, she turns to face Jungkook and gives him a small smile as if to tell him that from here on, he can do his thing.

And so he does.

It begins with him removing his hoodie which finally enables you to get a proper look at his face and fuck.

He's beautiful.

You did not think anyone could ever be this gorgeous and it honestly has you speechless. It's like one of those scenes from the movies where one of the main protagonist's eyes land on someone and they can't help but keep staring at them because they are the most beautiful creature on earth.

You believed that those sorts of things happened only in movies because that kind of breathtaking beauty existed only in movies. As it turns out, you were wrong.

Before you can gather your thoughts, he removes his t-shirt.

If you were in awe with how beautiful his facial features are, now you find yourself gasping for air after having a glimpse of his body.

Fuck, he looks sculpted, like a Greek god of some sort.

You feel butterflies flying merrily in your stomach as if they too want to voice out their agreement.

Unfortunately, the sound of low murmuring snaps you out of your daze. Looking around, you realise that almost everyone has their eyes on him and is in awe of his beauty.

It's when your eyes land on a guy who has already started sketching, do you realise that you too are here to sketch and that you too will only get three classes to finish this.

With a sense of urgency, you pull out your pencils and with a deep breath start sketching the beautiful man that seems to be straight out of your fantasies.

As your classmates slowly but steadily empty the classroom, you find yourself lingering.

You can't help but run your eyes across the canvas with a scrutinising gaze, wondering if you like how it is turning out to be and if your pencil is doing justice to the man's beauty.

Jungkook strolls towards your stool to take his bag but his eyes land on the sketch.

"That looks weird."

You yelp in shock and turn to look at the person who thought it was a good idea to scare you.

However, you find your breath hitching when you realise that it's Jungkook. Even worse, he remains shirtless.

Gulping down the saliva in your mouth, you try to steady your breath and register the words that fell from his lips. "What do you mean it's weird? Is it not coming out nice?"

He steps closer and bends down a little to have a better look at your sketch.

His movements cause a wave of nervousness to wash over you. In an attempt to hide your flustered state, you pretend that your whole attention is on your canvas and that you are not bothered by the man next to you.

"It is nice, I'd say you captured the details well," his low timbre reaches your ears and his exhale hits the expanse of your back. Fuck, you had no idea he was standing this close. "I just never had anyone draw me before. So looking at a sketch of me does feel weird."

"Oh, t-that makes sense." You curse yourself for stuttering. Could you look any more stupid?

The stutter catches Jungkook's attention and his eyes move from the canvas to the side of your face. A smirk appears on his lips when he notices your fast breathing rate.

He usually doesn't bat an eye because girls getting flustered around him, is not unusual. He knows the effect he has on the female population. However, with how flustered and how desperately you try to seem unaffected, Jungkook can't help but find it cute.

Cute enough to drop a flirtatious comment.

"But I guess it's okay if such a cute girl like you is doing it."

The effect those words have on you are instantaneous. You flush and your whole body warms up from head to toe. Squirming in your seat, you clear your throat and pray that your cheeks aren't embarrassingly red.

Jungkook's smirk widens. He wonders how you'd react if he were to call you the l-word. "I'll get going then, love."

You choke on air. That reaction was worth it, he thinks.

Stepping a few steps back, he puts his shirt back on and swings his bag on his shoulders. "See you, next class."

You hold your breath until the sound of his shoes against the floor completely fades away and only when he's gone, do you let yourself relax and feel the rush of emotions and adrenaline.

As embarrassing as it is, the first thing you do after going home is to search for his name on Facebook. There's just no way you're not searching up, the unbelievably good-looking guy, who also happened to flirt with you, on the net.

Thankfully, his Facebook profile is unlocked.

Clicking on his name you are greeted by his handsome face which stares back at you from the circle of his profile picture. You might have looked at it for a little too long, observing every single detail and wondering how a human could be this handsome.

Nevertheless, after snapping yourself out of your daze, you scroll down and your eyes fall upon the top post.

Models required.

For the upcoming inter-college fashion show, I need someone to model my designs. If you're interested, please meet me and my team on Friday in room no. 302.

One male and one female model would be chosen for the occasion.

You blinked at the screen and soon a wide smile spread on your lips. Isn't this just perfect? The perfect opportunity for you to get to know him better.

You have never modelled, you idiot.

A voice reminds you not so gently.

Although you feel doubts enter your head, you don't let your hopes get killed. Clicking on the comments section, you look for something that can provide you with clarification as to what exactly he is looking for.

One particular comment catches your eye as it is the only comment he has replied to.

Your eyes do a quick scan of the words and you find that it's a girl asking whether it's okay to try out even if she has no prior modelling experience. Jungkook's response to which is 'ofc it is'.

You internally scream thinking how perfect this is for you.

You take out your notepad and take down the details and also set a reminder on your phone, just in case.

However, with how long you stay on the net scrolling down his profile, you and probably even your FBI agent knows that there's no way you will forget about this on Friday.

Very unsurprisingly, you don't forget about it on Friday. In fact, you find yourself heading towards the room way earlier than the scheduled time.

It's on an entirely different side of the campus. It will take time to get there. That's what you tell yourself every time a voice tries to remind you that you're being far too eager about this.

When the building approaches, you feel a shiver of nervousness run down your spine. Is this going to be awkward? Is he going to recognise you?

The moment that thought comes to your mind, you chase it away. Of course, he's gonna remember you. It hasn't even been a week since the art class. There's no way he could have forgotten you this soon. Right?

With that little talk with yourself, you take a deep breath and step inside the building.

Having practised some modelling over the course of these few days from YouTube, you repeat the instructions you came across. Head held high, shoulders and back straight, and sway your hips and arms naturally. You can do this! (The last part was not in the video)

You find yourself being so narrowly focused on your way to the room that you miss the tall body that's heading in your direction. Although, the other party also remains blissfully unaware of the fact that they are heading towards you. Guess it's only fair that you two collide with each other.

"Owwwwww," you groan

"I'm so sor–Wait you're the art girl!" His pupils dilate ever so slightly in recognition.

Your eyes widen when you realise, it's him out of all people. Once the surprise wears off, you nod and a part of you feels glad to know that he indeed does remember you.

"So wassup?" He asks, genuinely curious.

Now see, you possibly could have replied to that question with anything. But with how caught off guard and unprepared you feel, you don't find your brain having the capability to come up with something cool. Hence, nothing but the truth comes spilling out; truth with the slightest bit of lie, mixed with it. "A friend of mine mentioned that you were participating in the inter-college fashion competition–"

You searched him up on the net. That's the first thought that comes to Jungkook's mind. How can he be so sure about it? Because he made the post only yesterday and sure he's popular, but not so much on Facebook because he's hardly ever active there. The chances of your said friend getting to know about it are next to zero.

"It's more like, I was asked to represent our college," that's the second thing that comes to him and he cuts you off with it. Call it him being cocky (which he knows he is), but there's a huge difference between putting your name in a competition and the college board preferring him to represent them. He can't have people making mistakes, can he?

Your mouth forms an oh and your eyes sparkle in wonder because how good is he exactly at fashion designing?

"That's great," you say. "I hope you win it."

"Oh don't worry," he says with his gaze locked with yours. "Pretty girls inspire me."

Now, he had meant for it to come out as a fact. Because that's what it is. But with the way his eyes remain locked with yours, it makes you assume otherwise. Makes you think that the statement is directed at you.

You clear your throat and look away from him. Gosh, your knees are gonna give away.

"That's good to know," you say in a meek voice. "I was actually heading towards room 302. You know, just want to give it a try."

Jungkook's brow furrows as he observes you closely.

So you searched him up on the net. Cute. But he isn't interested in you and he can tell that unfortunately, you took his meaningless flirting as him showing interest in you.

Thankfully, you seem like someone who knows how to get the hint. You don't seem like you will trail behind him like a lost puppy even if he were to make it clear that he isn't interested in you. Good for him.

He comes up with a quick plan which he thinks will send the message loud and clear. He has just gotta be honest.

"Don't waste your time with that darling," he says as he takes out his phone from the pockets of those tight skinny jeans of his. Before you can ask for clarification, he is speaking again. "You see this girl?"

You take a look at his phone screen which is now facing you and is currently displaying a Facebook profile page. Tina Rei. After some pondering as to why this name rings a bell, it clicks. She's the same girl whose comment you stumbled upon a few days back.

Not sure what he is trying to say, you nod.

"She's the one who's going to be my model," he says before locking the screen. "She's just so hot. One of the prettiest girls on campus. Can't think of anyone else better."

Your stomach sinks at his words. Oh. He already has a model.

"Then why have this whole audition thing?" You ask, trying not to interact with your thoughts at the moment.

"Don't want to seem like I'm being unfair you know?" He shrugs. "But thought I'd save you some time. Going inside that room won't be of any use. I already know who I want to work with."

You simply nod at his words. You don't know what to say. You feel so stupid for letting your teeny tiny crush get out of hand and although you never admitted it out loud, his flirty actions had you hoping.

"Lost your voice, art girl?" He asks with a teasing tone. You refuse to answer him verbally, yet again and simply shake your head, making him sigh. "I'll get going then."

He moves forward a few steps but stops.

Walking back to where you are standing, he bends down a little to look into your eyes. "Also, a small piece of advice, you should probably stick to art. Modelling is not for you."

And then he's gone.

That day instead of going back to your dorms, you choose to go back home for the weekend.

Feeling angry with yourself, you find that you are not in the mood of interacting with anyone and desperately crave the comfort of home. Where you don't feel judged.

Thankfully, when you're greeted by warm hugs from your parents and gentle (very very aggressive) licks and kisses from your dog, you don't find it in you to regret making this decision.

A small smile manages to make its way onto your lips and you find your spirits being lifted ever the slightest.

Your dad watches you from the corner as you playfully give Jack belly rubs. He notices the way your eyes don't have their usual bright look and the way you seem as if something's been eating you away. He can't help but wonder what it is that seems to be bothering you.

Once you've gone to freshen up, he makes his way inside the kitchen.

"Do you think she's okay?" He asks in a tone that does not hide his worry at all.

Your mum takes a spoonful of the soup she's preparing and tastes it, soon letting out a satisfactory hmm.

"She's a big girl now, don't worry she'll be fine." Her words do not address his question as there's no point in denying that there's something that seems to be troubling you.

He sighs. "I know but I still can't help but get worried."

Patting his back, your mom lets out a huff in amusement. Two big kids she has got. "Don't worry, she's probably itching to talk to me about it. Maybe while we clean the dishes, okay?"

Your dad feels some of the tension leave his body at your mom's warm touch and nods with a sigh.

Dinner goes smoothly with you laughing loudly at your dad's exaggerated storytelling about the time he went fishing with his friends and at your mom's annoyed grunts and comments about how your dad has turned into a teenager. You laugh so much that you forget about everything. Temporarily.

Once you're alone in the kitchen helping your mom with the dishes, you feel the silence prompting your brain to be loud with its thoughts.

"Am I not attractive?" You blurt out of nowhere. But then it probably isn't out of nowhere.

You were so busy admiring and daydreaming about Jungkook's beauty that you did not stop to ponder the possibility that he might not find you attractive.

While the thought of your crush not finding you attractive is hurtful, the thought of your crush finding you unattractive is quite gut-wrenching. And something about the last comment he made before leaving, has you feeling all sorts of things.

Most importantly, it has you questioning if you really are unattractive. But at the moment, you're too scared to address that question, all by yourself.

Your mother's movements stop all at once. "What kind of a question is that? No never mind, I'll answer that– one of the most stupid questions I have ever heard."

A small smile appears on your lips at her dramatics. "It's a serious question, though."

She shakes her head as if to indicate that she won't tolerate any of your nonsense. Putting down the cleaning cloth, she walks over to you. "What is making you say all this?"

She keeps her tone gentle.

You sigh trying to hide the tears that try to leak out. "It's stupid."

"Nothing is more stupid than you thinking that you're not attractive." She quips and pats the top of your hair in hopes of giving you comfort. "Is it a boy problem?" She asks for clarification.

Feeling relief but also hating, how spot-on she is, you let it all spill out. You tell her how Jungkook just took your breath away. How he seemed to be the perfect guy. The guy you always dreamt about. How he looked like a literal prince. How he only stomped away after giving you hopes that you might have a small chance of being his princess. Not to mention, how that one comment made you feel insecure to ever be in front of him again.

Your mom's eyes soften. "Oh sweetie, come here." She wraps you in a warm hug and lets you cry silently for a while. "There's something that might help you."

You unwillingly retreat from her warmth to look at her. "What is it?"

"Just wait here," she says before swiftly getting up and heading towards her bedroom. You sit there and stare in confusion until she arrives. When she does, you find yourself thoroughly perplexed to find that she went to get a ring.

"A ring?"

She smiles. "Hmm but not just any ordinary ring. The one who puts this on you will start seeing you as their dream partner."

You blink at her blankly for far too long. "Huh? Mom, are you doing drugs?"

She throws her head back and laughs. "Thankfully, no, not yet."

"Then are you trying to check if I'm doing drugs?"

A chuckle escapes her lips and she shakes her head. "I get that you don't believe me but take this and try it out. Put that ring on the guy you like and let it do its magic."

Saying so, she takes a hold of your clenched fist and pries it open. Placing the ring on your finger, she looks at you and you can't help but feel even more disbelief when you see nothing but honesty in her eyes. "Take care of this ring, it's precious."

And then she's getting up, asking you if you'd like to sleep in her room as if she didn't just say the most absurd thing moments ago.

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justblades · 2 years

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♡ CHARACTERS : mysta, luca, ike, shu, vox x afab! reader

♡ SUMMARY : getting freaky in the cinemas with luxiem (repost)

♡ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. public sex, unprotected sex.

MYSTA — "this shit is boring." he complains with no regard if he's heard by the other people or not with how loud his voice was. you try to silence him from talking shit any further by putting a finger on his lips but to your surprise, he opens his mouth and sucks on it instead, tongue so warm and slick, playing with your skin. he looks at you, gaze as bold as brass, licking every part of your index. "m-mysta!" you freak out but still managed to keep it in low tones. he decides to cut it out and laugh it off, "i'd rather play with your tits than being forced to watch this bs."

your face crumples up, "my brother in christ you're horny." he nods and agrees, "yeah yeah, because you wore the easy access type and now i'm so tempted to do you." he pertains to the bodycon dress you're wearing as you try to pull down the hem to your knees. a hand immediately stops you from doing so, none other than mysta rias. this time, he puts a finger on his lips and whisper "shh. come with me to the restroom." his cerulean eyes glimmer from the movie lighting but then fading away as he stands up and casually descends from the series of theater seatings. your heart pounds faster the longer it took for him to disappear, but as you notice that his presence was gone, you do the same too and exit the cinema room.

the bright white lights then welcome your vision, and a tall figure from your left awaits you. he approaches your slightly trembling body and holds your cold, sweating palms, "this is gonna be fun, trust me." he leads you to the restroom reserved for pwds, the spacious place is enough for you to have sex with him. "this is the dress that i bought for you, right?" mysta queries as he leans towards you, arms snaking around your waist and bringing your body closer to his. you could feel the broad plane of his chest pressing against you, as well as his painful dick easing some attention from your hands down below.

you hum in response, although something boggles your mind. "we can do it in a standard bathroom, why this one?" mysta pauses for a second but then goes back in track to tease you physically, he lifts up your tight dress and says, "relax, there are three restrooms of the same type. plus, our sex will be something different for now. today, i want you to move and lavish my dick completely." in a flash, your panties were stripped by his long fingers, a juicy wet surface seeps out of your naked folds. "i know you wanted to do something like this long ago, so here it is now. enjoy my dick~" he coos and sits on the toilet, his clothing stripped down as well.

his cock twitches while he waits for you to come and sit on him like a good girl would. his brazen gaze at your figure felt as if he was ready to eat you up and his conceited grin was the cherry on top. you finally get on top of him and held his dick with your hands, lubricating it with your saliva you saved up earlier. you stroke it up and down to keep it in its full glory and hard like a metal rod, you look straight at mysta's eyes as you insert in in your hole. the both of you mewls from the feeling, you rock your head back from the immense pleasure you got upon the first step of riding him. you try to buck your hips to get used to the feeling and slowly hold onto the metal railings on both sides of the toilet as support to keep you sitting atop mysta's lap. "ah— i can't stop myself anymore." he chuckles in response, "you don't have to. we have thirty minutes left to have fun in here."

LUCA — the more luca buried himself in the crook of your neck the more you could smell the scent of booze in your nose. you comb his blond locks with your fingers carefully, earning a hum from him in approval. "luca, are you drunk?" you ask right of the bat as you watch the scenes playing in front, getting cozy with luca to combat the cold atmosphere in the cinema. "drunk, hmm, no. tipsy, maybe?" he says, words uttered sloppily and with a strong accent.

you almost snickered at how different his voice was but at the same time, aroused at how raspy and rough his voice chimed into your ears. "why didn't you tell me? we could've watched other movies in your house instead so you'll be comfortable." luca weakly shakes his head in opposition to your idea, "i had to something special for the stream a little while—" his explaining was cut off with a hic, "do you need some water?" you ask as you hand him a bottle of water when all of a sudden, he opens his mouths and crashes his lips on yours. caught off guard, you widened your eyes but couldn't do anything as luca was already stopping you with hise bulked up arms; the latex texture of his gloves brushing on your skin was eerily cold.

he twirls his tongue and lightly sucks on yours, lavender eyes fluttered close, enjoying the momentum. you try to break the deep kiss by pulling away but to your surprise, your body reclines and fall down on the vacant seats beside you. luca as an opportunist, pins you down on the cushions still not stopping from giving you heated kisses. when he finally does so, a trail of saliva connects your lips to his pink ones, you try to catch your breath from how quick and heated the kisses were.

"luca, we're in the cinemas. we're outside." the blond male hums in acknowledgment of your point "oh yes, you're right— i'm sorry." he withdraws from your figure. naturally, you were shocked at how he stopped just like that. really? just like that? truth to be told, the moment you feel him press his itching dick against your clothed region, it made you yearn for more so you were a little disappointed at how quickly he gave up. "wait actually . ." you crawl back to him and lean in his face, "i kinda want more." you murmured.

luca's cheeks instantly heat up at your words as he was left with no choice but to stand up and strip his slacks down in an instant. "i want to feel you inside me so badly right now." a satisfied smile creeps up on your lips as you remove your clothing as well and bend over on the cinema seat, ass perked up— the perfect position to insert himself in. "you look so pretty tonight." he says as he hastily pushes his cock inside your heating pussy, a pretty moan bubbles from your throat.

thankfully, the movie you wanted to watch was the underrated type and so many people wouldn't attend to watch it. another bonus factor is: the timings. it was 7 in the evening and if you remember correctly, only seven people including you and luca availed for the tickets. you let yourself rock back and forth from how rough luca was pounding your hole, strings of endless mewls slip out of your mouth— almost drooling from how good it is for your feelings. "ahh— drunk you hits different."

SHU — shu and you agreed to do naughty things in the theaters just for shits and giggles but in all honesty, it was because you won from an uno game you played yesterday and this was his punishment (although not really, but still, a punishment). it was receiving a blowjob from you but in the cinemas, a crowded one at that. you've always been a little adventurous, ready to risk things for added zeal and excitement altogether.

you made sure to wear the prettiest, skimpiest and tightest clothing you can wear to seduce him and it was working. you were gliding your hands up and down his sturdy chest as you two tried to focus on the movie before you. every time you'd attempt to play with his nipples, he'd grab your hand and try to bear with the tantalizing feeling.

it was all foreplay, even going as far as planting shortlived kisses on his neck, ending each one with slight sucking that his pale skin turned reddish violet. "god, your skin is so sensitive." you tell him, snickering at the end of your sentence. "i know i know, please carry on with it already and finish my suffering." he whimpers, eyebrows furrowed from the multiple sensations he'd been receiving.

"if shu asks so, then i shall give." you finally get down on your knees to level yourself with shu's bulging pants. you strip him down with swift and ease, letting his lonely dick finally spring free. you lick your lips in anticipation and kiss the tip, slowly working your way down— at the same time spitting saliva you saved up earlier. you bobble your head up and down as you take him in, mouth widened as much as possible because his cock was just too girthy for you to take lightly. it felt sloppy but good in a different kind of way, the more you deepened his cock in your mouth, the hornier you got just imagining his dick inside you.

shu's hips buck up and down to create more friction and to pick up the pace while you gladly obliged. he was starting to feel better than the 'suffering' side, and immediately craved for more. "[name], how come you're so good at this?" he whines as he looks down on you, lilac eyes admiring such view. you decide to make him feel better as you deepened the blowjob, taking him all the way in, until his tip eventually reaches the deepest part of your throat. you feel tears in your eyes form yet you try to show him a caring, comforting smile— in order to make the experience one of a kind for him.

"i-i'm cumming!" he says as he rocks his head back, overwhelmed all in all. you continue on sucking his dick and stroking it at the same time until you feel the taste of his cum splash in your mouth. carefully taking it out, you show him his liquid that you accumulated through dedication and hard work and swallowed it all. "looks like shu enjoyed the so-called punishment huh?"

IKE — you've awaited this moment your whole life, and finally, ike agrees on a movie date. all tensed up from the waiting game guessing whether he'll reject it or not, an answer finally arises. he said yes. and now here you are, arm linked with his, enjoying his presence as you got to watch the movie you both wanted to see. apparently a couple of minutes later, the sound effects from the show silences and clapping noises reverberate inside from a distance.

who in their right mind would even have sex at a horror movie? or perhaps you're imagining things? you turn to ike and shoot him a question, "ike— do you hear that?" he responds, "ah yes. it's normal in this country apparently. do you want to join in the fun too? i'm here anyways." in an unfazed tone, let alone his voice soft and low. you look at him, doubt and shock painting your expression. and most importantly, he said the last part as if it was something out of the norm? "i'm fine, it's okay." you shrug off the tempting desire to see the male feel good from your body, and also to make him absolutely whipped for you as you planned to.

the movie continues, whoever may be doing the deed in the theaters are still on a roll and jump scares come minute by minute, your vocal chords nearing to surrendering every time you'd get spooked. "this movie is the creepiest and the scariest i've seen in a while!" you tell him and even though you used to love this genre of films and shows, you've never been this balls scared of one. "yeah true, the build up of suspense in this one is amazing." he laughs quietly but notices how you're barely watching the movie with two hands on your eyes.

"actually— there is a trick i learned on how to be less scared of movies like these." he shares and it piques your interest. "just spread your legs and allow me to do the pleasure, alright?" your mind was already clouded from the brewing temptation of carnal desire from earlier and now that being scared shitless is added to the mix, you were unable to think thoroughly and let ike take the wheel. his hands snake up to your clothed region, fingers brushing up and down your clit. you moan from the sensation, while ike's lush green eyes squint into two crescents, enjoying the noises that you're making. you heave a deep breath as you hold tightly on his arm, heart pounding against your chest. "go watch now, you won't be jump scared anymore in this way, no?"

you bite your lower lip to try and restrain yourself from being noisy. you anchor your attention back to the movie while focusing heavily on not to let out any loud moans or else you'll be banned from the mall. ike pushes your panties aside and inserts three fingers all the way in, your back arches, pleasure and lust coursing through your veins.

at the same time, a jump scare pops up in the frame and was ike right. you were too occupied from feeling the pleasure than focusing on the horror movie playing. little did you know, the same applies for him too. apparently, he was too busy making you feel good and indulging in the pretty noises you're making.

VOX — it was unanticipated for the movie having several r18 scenes happening left and right, causing you to get irked and sexually frustrated at the same time. meanwhile vox beside you isn't saying anything nor his expressions seem to change. if anything, he looks intrigued and interested, opposedly to you.

you try to shift your attention back once again to the movie playing on the big screen. as of the moment, the story actually seems to progress but a little while after, another bed scene was occurring. "just how much does this movie have porn?" you ask vox with a disgruntled face. "i didn't see it coming too." he responds in a low voice, attention still anchored at the movie. you sigh and decided to try bearing with the scenes for a little while.

focusing again, seeing the couple in the movie caress each other's body and showering each other with passionate kisses, the libido in your body increases rapidly. your breath deepens as they undress each other, until your vision gets blurry and you start to envision yourself with vox doing those things instead. "vox . . ." you whip your head to the right again and place your hand on his thighs. he notices how you're acting unusual as confusion paints his pretty face, eyebrows furrowed.

you begin to reach for his bulge and palm it from his white trousers, and vox bites his lips in an attempt to suppress the gasp about to slip out of his mouth. "you're surprisingly bold today." he whispers on your neck, his hot breath ghost on your sensitive skin. you no longer hesitated to zip his pants down to feel more of his bulging dick, the warmth it emanates from your touch is enough to drive you crazier than ever. "i want it inside me." you tell him as your dominant hand reaches out to his head, pulling him closer to your face.

vox immediately understood what you were trying to do, so he follows suit with your wish. he licks your sweet skin, following with light nibbling with his teeth leaving sloppy yet silent kisses all over your neck. you cover your mouth with a free hand and continue to stroke vox's dick. you feel it twitch everytime you'd glide your fingers underneath the tip of his dick. "you know i can't resist you." he says sternly as he carries your body and makes you sit atop him quickly to avoid suspicion from the other people, a whimper escapes your lips. "you know what to do." vox says as he strips his boxers down and lets his cock free of confinements, standing tall and warm, begging to be inserted in. you slowly stand up from his lap and rake your flowy yet short skirt up, showing vox your burgundy colored thongs that hugs the plush of your ass perfectly.

"my fucking god, what a view." he cusses under his breath and wastes no time by putting his dick into your sopping hole right away with a light push. he supports your position by grabbing ahold of your arms and continues to pound in and out, making sure you're feeling him all the way in. "fuck vox . . my pussy really loves your dick i can't do anything about it." you tell him as you look back, seeing him smirk at your pleading, desperate face as he thrusts into your hole. "and that's just how it should be. if you were to be this crazy about others, i might just act up."

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IMYM: Chapter 21

Welcome to the Show: Ribbon

(Content warnings for coercion, body dysmorphia, and Nightmare dismembering a creep.)

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Ribbon still wasn’t used to having plastic and porcelain instead of bones. The stuff in his head and his clockwork organs were the parts that felt weird. But not in a bad way. No, it made everything feel right. It was hard to explain, but he felt like he wasn’t . . . alive.

It was scary at first, waking up and feeling nothing but numbness. At least, he thought it was numbness. He couldn’t feel his body, but it was also as painful as a pounding headache. Then multiplied by twenty. His eye sockets had dry ice shoved in them and his mouth and throat were as dry as Dust’s sense of humor. And why was everything so bright?

Hewoke up in the same lab but in a different room. Instead of the surgical equipment, he lay on a wire rack, like the ones he used to put paintings on. It took a few blinks to adjust to the lights and sounds. Bandages wrapped around his entire body, but most of them were on his face. Probably because it needed the most with the implants Dust put in, he only had enough space to breathe and see. He wasn’t wearing any clothes, but he couldn’t feel the cold air like before. Ribbon buried himself deeper in the blanket he found himself in, which he also couldn’t feel. He flexed his fingers, which were longer and smoother than he remembered. They looked like pretty gems. Porcelain, that’s what it was! He remembered!

His first thought was that he died in the chamber and didn’t get to say goodbye to Nightmare. What were the chances of him surviving a crazy surgery to make him a doll? Nada. Zilch. Zero. He didn’t want to be dead, not without Nightmare! He needed him!

But an hour later, Nightmare walked in, kissed him, and told him that everything went according to plan. The thumping in his chest was a mechanical heart and clockwork organs. And the brightness was his new eyes adjusting. It made him upset knowing his color-changing eye lights were gone, they were a huge part of his identity. But Nightmare said his lilac ones looked much prettier. Hearing that relaxed Ribbon because thought he was bordering on uncanny valley. His facial features were all off in little ways. He had massive eyes, his cheeks were round and puffy, and the new white pupils were . . . interesting. He was more machine than skeleton, around ninety to ten percent. Wait, person was the wrong word. Ribbon wasn’t a person.

Not anymore.

Any argument that he was a person was gone. He had the body to prove he was a pretty toy and no more. He got a better look at it later. His athletic and slightly muscular physique was completely gone. Instead, he was delicate, thin, petite, and pretty. According to Dust’s tests, his DNA was altered to fit the new traits. He reminded him of the new weaknesses that came from his new body. No more teleporting through paint it seemed.

Ribbon couldn’t tell if he loved or hated the changes. No, it wasn’t even a contest. Loved. He loved all the changes. He was a doll, his skeleton body was all wrong! This was the way he was supposed to look all along!

Now, he sat in his bedroom, stitching away at a dress as Nightmare filled him with his paints. Ribbon’s new back had a compartment to open and pour his paint into, which Nightmare did. He filled them one by one and Ribbon shivered with each emotion. He sat on his knees in front of Nightmare so it was easier to access. His teeth chattered since the back of his dress was open and exposed. He was so cold all the time, but at least Nighty was there to warm him back up.

“I wish I could make you a soul, my sweet lamb.” Nightmare said as he corked a vial. "It would be much easier to tend to you with. But there are some things even my magic can't accomplish."

Ribbon pulled his string. "That's okay, Nighty. You did more than enough!"

“True, you're immaculate down to your voice,” Nightmare said. "It was only one time, but your singing is so beautiful, it fits your face. Don't you agree?"

The doll tilted his head in confusion, looking backward at Nightmare. “Mm hm, agree. But why are you bringing up my singing?”

Nightmare took the tiny screwdriver and sealed Ribbon’s back. He buttoned his dress to close it. “Well, since your body is finally perfect, I believe it’s time for more people to see you. I want to . . . show you off as it were. I’ve always had a fondness for musical theatre. This won’t be exactly that, but close.” His hand caressed Ribbon’s cheek. Ribbon purred. His cold skeletal hand felt weird against the already cold porcelain, but not bad.

Nightmare snapped his fingers and a sheet of paper appeared by Ribbon's side. The doll set his sewing project aside and picked it up. Phew, it wasn't written in Nightmare's cursive. The letters were dark and clear. He didn't recognize the song, but it must have been good if Nightmare wanted him to sing it in public. Would there be a lot of people?

"I did this surgery just for you, so could you do this for me? Learn this and sing for me, please?" Nightmare's voice was silky and smooth as he caressed his cheek.

Any touch from Nightmare melted Ribbon's will to resist, and he was really touchy these past few weeks. Ribbon folded the sheet up and purred. "I'll learn, I promise."

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A week later, they left, and Ribbon couldn't tell what AU they were in. The sixth sense in the back of his mind was gone for good. Was it because of that sphere he destroyed? Ribbon gulped, looking up at Nightmare as he held his hand. He still didn't tell him about that. Should he? But he would get angry, he's been so nice recently and Ribbon didn't want that to change. Nightmare didn't deserve to be upset.

"Don't be anxious, I can assure you will be fine." Nightmare whispered to him. They stood in the dressing room of some fancy nightclub. They went in through the backdoor, so Ribbon didn't know what the main place looked like. The walls were black with blue details. A blue rug lay on the floor and a vanity was set up with lit light bulbs.

"Ooh . . . pretty." Ribbon looked around the room in awe. He heard the sound of music and talking muffled through the walls.

Ribbon took off his coat and got dressed quickly. Nightmare wanted him to wear something more revealing so he could see his plastic body. He chose a baby blue dress with a ruffly skirt, separated sleeves, and stockings with platforms. His collarbones and shoulders, along with most of his ball-jointed legs. A matching blue bow was pinned to his skull. His tying wasn’t as good as Nightmare’s, but it was hard to notice.

But Nightmare noticed and he fixed it. After, he crouched down and took a plain brown box off the lowest shelf. He gave it to him. Ribbon opened the box and set the lid aside, his limbs tingled as he took the item out of the styrofoam case. It was a brand-new silver microphone in a glittery pink band. Ribbon tightened his grip on the cold handle; it was cordless. It had a little heart engraving and the letter R in cursive. It shined like the porcelain on his body. It was one “Thank you, but Nighty . . . you didn’t have to spoil me. This looks really expensive . . ."

Nightmare chuckled. “Money isn’t a problem, I'm a multi-millionaire. Besides, I want you to perform often. I think you and your demeanor will excel at it."

Ribbon stared at the microphone for a long moment, then he set it down with a smile. "Well, if it's not a big deal . . . thank you." Ribbon picked up a brush and covered his cheeks with pink blush. Ribbon tugged at his neck, messing with the heart charm. His throat locked up again. “Are you sure nothing will go wrong?"

“I'm more than certain. No one is going to recognize you, my little doll. You don’t look, sound, or act like the guardian they remember. The only thing they could identify you by is your mark. Dust and I both decided it would be nice to let you keep it.” Nightmare tapped at the paint splotch on his cheek. “But that can be fixed. Hold still for me.”

Nightmare shook a spray bottle of concealer and poured it on a makeup brush. He took it when the black bristles were white. He held Ribbon’s chin. Ribbon couldn’t help but giggle as the brush tickled his cheek. It took a few strokes to cover it completely. When Nightmare stepped back, Ribbon looked at his reflection in the mirror. If you weren’t looking for it, you would’ve never known he had that mark. He also realized that was his last defining feature. He didn’t have his color-changing eye lights, his rainbow tongue, or even his ability to vomit paint anymore. For a brief moment, Ribbon wanted to bolt out of the room, and he didn’t know why.

Nightmare set the paint aside and looked over his work. He reached a hand out to pet him, but pulled back. "There, that’s better. The paint is washable, so you can have your precious tattoo back when it’s over. Oh, and speaking of over, I have a fake name and backstory for you to use when you're on stage. I can’t call you Ribbon for . . . what I hope are obvious reasons. So, you will be introduced as Ribbon Eve Adela. Pretty, isn't it?"

Ribbon listened to it and nodded.

“Good, you're making this much easier.” Nightmare looked at Ribbon over his shoulder and shrugged. “Because I've also decided that is going to be your permanent name. It sounds much nicer."

Adela. Ribbon repeated the word in his head. It had a ring to it that made him sound like a princess. “I'm okay with that."

Nightmare bit his lower jaw to repress a smile. "You're easy to please. I appreciate that about you." He took the microphone off the vanity and handed it to Ribbon. "Now follow me, I'll lead you to the stage. Don't forget to bring your parasol with you."

Ribbon squeezed it and nodded. Nightmare cupped his cheekbones and kissed him before walking out. The doll followed after him like a puppy. He twirled his parasol in one hand and gripped his microphone with the other. He tried to ignore his building anxiety.

His boyfriend took him to a door with a heavy padlock. Unlocking it, he opened it to a strange room. The walls and floor were black with blue diamond marks on the walls. A silver pedestal sat in the middle of the wood floor. Bright spotlights shined at the top. Someone was talking up there, must have been the maintenance crew. Ribbon sat on the pedestal when Nightmare pointed at it. He turned his microphone on and breathed into it to get a feel.

“Cross one leg over the other, hands on your lap, sit up straight, smile, there we go. Good doll.” Nightmare adjusted his hand with his tendril so his parasol was open. "Perfect. Now wait there, the curtains will pull back when I'm ready. Stay still and don't say a word." Nightmare turned around and left.

Ribbon listened and stayed still in the dark, spinning his parasol from boredom. Nightmare had already trained him not to blink or breathe often, so not moving was easy. It was even easier in his new plastic body, which didn’t need to breathe. He did have a set of lungs made from stretchy plastic, but they weren’t necessary for his automation. Were they?

Ribbon didn't have much time to experiment as the music cut and everything went silent. Nightmare cleared his nonexistent throat and tapped the microphone. Or that’s what Ribbon thought. He went by hearing alone. “Now, is this working? Good. Thank you everyone for coming tonight. It's been an . . . interesting last few months. I've been busy with further " Nightmare chuckled and it stirred a laugh from the crowd.

The curtains pulled back. Ribbon sat up straighter on his pedestal and smiled into the crowd. Their stares and oohs made his fingers clench. Their faces all blended together into a dark mass. A dark mass of judging hungry eyes that looked like they would-

No, good dolls don’t get stage fright. He wasn’t scared. He looked down at Nightmare, who gave him a coy grin.

Nightmare paced back and forth and kept talking. “This is Ribbon Eve Adela, the newest member of my team and a rare case. He was a monster abandoned in his timeline, unfinished, and with several damaged bones. I found him on a mission and couldn't help but take pity on the poor little thing." Nightmare pinched his porcelain cheek and shook him. Ribbon giggled. "Look at him, he was frankly pathetic. But I could see that heart and potential inside of him and I took him under my wing." Nightmare morphed two of his tendrils into a giant wing and wrapped it around Ribbon's back.

“But it isn't the same if I'm the one talking for him. For as perfect as he is when he's silent and obedient, it doesn't feel the same compared to him doing it himself. So . . ." Nightmare stepped off the stage. "Let him take over for me."

The lights flashed off until it was only focused on him. The speakers blared the start of the song he had been practicing and practicing for a while now. Ribbon slipped off the pedestal and curtsied, spinning Blossom around and opening it. Some of the audience whispered. Nightmare crossed his leg over the other backstage. Ribbon looked to him for reassurance and he winked. Then he melted across the floor into the front row.

With a deep breath, Ribbon began to sing on his cue. The song was an old-fashioned ballad that Nightmare liked and thought would fit him. Ribbon didn't understand the historical context behind it at all, but it did sound pretty. It took him forever to learn how to crescendo, but it worked great with his high-pitched voice. He followed his dance steps as he practiced, even getting help from Nightmare. It wasn't that much different from how he fought. Ribbon twirled and bounced on his feet.

The doll thought he recognized one of the people in the back. It was a gray kid with pitch-black eyes, staring at him with their hand over their mouth. But then he blinked and they were gone. He looked around for the kid while keeping his dance going. Where has he seen that kid before? Their name was on the tip of his tongue . . .

No, he couldn't worry about that now! He was going to mess up! He almost lost his footing. Ribbon spun around on his heel and broke into the chorus. He closed his eyes to try something out. He pretended to be in the great hall instead of here, which helped a lot. Singing was a blast and he loved it, but he didn't like the crowd. He would love to do a private performance for Nightmare. Honestly, that would make all this better. No loud sounds, no big scary crowds, no new places. Ooh! Or if it was for little AUs that they destroyed! He was sure he could convince Nightmare to do it! Ribbon beamed and reopened his eyes at the thought, but then he spotted that child again. This time, their hollow black eyes looked angry. Or dissappointed? Ribbon couldn't tell, but it was bad. They shouldn't have freaked him out so much.

Ribbon shuddered as he lost his footing. He jumped back on the stage to try and hide it. He flashed back to the audience and looked down at Nightmare. He narrowed his eye at him. Nightmare’s voice echoed in his head clear as day.

Ignore the child. Keep. Singing.

So Ribbon kept singing and did his best to look like he knew what was going on. He twirled and danced like a puppet on strings. Because he couldn’t feel, Ribbon didn’t get tired, but he did close his eyes as he waited for the music to finish. It had to be over soon, it was the bridge! One more verse, he could do one more verse. He stared at Nightmare as did it. Come on, do it for him. He rested his skull on his hand and stared up at him. Was he . . . blushing? His face was bright teal with a proud smile. Ribbon smiled back at him.

The music finished with Ribbon taking a bow and the song hitting a loud sudden note. The crowd erupted into applause and Nightmare stood in the center of it, clapping slowly. The curtains closed and Ribbon took a deep breath. He slipped out the back, ready to relax.

Ribbon took his fuzzy coat off the hook and wrapped it tight around his shivering body. His teeth chattered as he drank down a bottle of water. Wool was nowhereas warm as blood was. He was grateful for everything else in his transformation, but he missed having blood. He wondered if it was intentional so he wanted to snuggle more often. Nightmare said before that he liked it was he was sweeter. He took a moment to cool down the adrenaline rushing through his body.

They loved him, they adored him, and now everyone in the multiverse would know his name.

Ribbon left the dressing room to try and find Nightmare. Instead, one of the monsters grabbed his chin and jerked his skull to the right. Wait, did he recognize him as Ink? Was he going to take him away? Ribbon fidgeted, trying to fight back until his arms went weak. It’s like he forgot how to fight and was stuck in a damsel-in-distress mindset. “Hiya, cutie. Where did Nightmare get a toy like you? You're so adorable. Wonder if your boss will be up for a deal-”

“Not for sale.” Nightmare’s tendril wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the wall. Something cracked that Ribbon guessed was his ribs. Nightmare grabbed the monster by the ankle and head and ripped him apart. The monster's screams went quiet and Nightmare looked back at Ribbon. He brushed the dirt off his cheek as the monster dusted behind them. “Traitor, I had good relations with him, shame. And it's a shame the cleaning staff has extra work to do." Nightmare shrugged and stared at "He won’t be touching you again. No one is allowed to touch you.”

Ribbon hugged him in relief. Did Nightmare blush again? He couldn't tell. “Thank you, moon bun. I . . . I didn’t know what to do.”

“I understand. I believe you've had enough for one night. I don't need anyone else making a pass at you." Nightmare's voice sounded bitter and jealous. Ribbon couldn't help but get flustered. He sounded protective and it made him feel safe. The monster's blood dripped down the wall and if that was anything to go by, he was in good hands.

"Thanks, I kinda want to go home too . . ." Ribbon didn't resist as Nightmare grabbed him by the shoulder and led him outside. But as he did, he saw that gray child that almost ruined his performance, staring at him with an empty look. They sighed and turned away, fading into thin air.

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Nightmare didn't want to do another show yet, so he did the next best thing. He let Ribbon go with him on a duo mission to corrupt an AU. Epictale was a lot different than Birdtale. Instead of the green grass, wood buildings, and cliffs, it was futuristic cities. Tall silver skyscrapers, shiny buildings, and modern landscaping. He liked Birdtale better.

Ribbon's dress was stained with the blood of the monsters in the apartment building he took over. He stabbed all of them on sight but kept them alive so Nightmare could corrupt their souls. He worked his way up the building and cleared it out. Nightmare was going to be so happy.

In one of the apartment rooms, something caught his eye. Ribbon picked it up from the corner, it was a bunny plush. Sweet! Another one to add to his collection! And it was one of the ones with shiny eyes too! He didn’t know why he had the urge to protect and collect stuffed animals, but it was there. He never cared about them before. Now cutesy things made him squeal with joy. He named it Sprinkle.

Ribbon tucked Sprinkle into his bag. He checked the rest of the apartments and only found a few monsters. He killed them and moved them into hiding, making sure he didn’t make a mess. He peered out the window into the destruction. It was so dark outside with Nightmare's corruption, but Ribbon wasn't scared of that. Nightmare would never let it infect him. Ribbon ran out of the apartment. He wanted to tell him about the bodies in the apartment, which was around sixty-three total. He had to be close because he sensed a strong aura.

“Epic, I’m so sorry for all this.”

Ribbon froze as he recognized the voice. Dream? Dream was here? That had to be why he felt more bouncy than usual, his aura. The doll lowered Blossom and peered behind the ruined building.

Dream didn’t look so good. His eye sockets had dark bags and his magic was dim. Two other skeletons fought beside him. The first must have been Epic. He kinda remembered him. The neon one made his heart hurt, though it took him a minute to remember who it was. Fresh. He seemed different, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. His powers? Fresh shot waves of bright rainbow paint to the broken buildings. They wrapped around the broken buildings and fixed the broken patches. The missing rock pieces glowed neon green and then settled into the same color as the building.

“Nah, bruh. It wasn’t your fault your ass of a brother came.” Epic karate kicked a corrupted monster and smacked a second with a rubber chicken.

“But you still don’t deserve your world destroyed!" Dream protested. "Oh, I should’ve gotten here earlier and I could’ve saved this world!”

“Cross was right, you have some self-esteem issues," Epic grumbled.

Ribbon couldn't stop watching them. He didn't even notice the hand clamped around his shoulder until Nightmare leaned down by him. Ribbon flinched and. "Hi!"

Nightmare raised a brow bone at him. “Spying on your friends, are you?"

His tone sounded like it was a bad thing. Ribbon hung his head, half expecting a hit. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was curious."

"Oh, I'm not mad at you for it." Nightmare let go of his shoulder and watched beside him. Dream, Fresh, and Epic talked between hits, but Ribbon didn't understand what they said. Too much other noise, screaming, buildings falling, and the corrupt getting crushed. Nightmare narrowed his eye light, wrapping a tendril around Ribbon like a piece of armor. He pulled him closer. “My sweet, would you like to give your old friends a surprise?”

“They’re not my friends.” Ribbon hid the little growl in his voice. Why would they be? They abandoned him! They left him for a better person, but they still left him!

“Your old acquaintances.” Nightmare looked back out. "I have an idea to get revenge for you. Follow my lead."

Nightmare and Ribbon snuck around the back of the building. Dream panted as he kicked and slashed malice monsters. He jumped back every time the negativity got too close and kept them away from his friends. Epic was faring better. Ribbon thought it silly how he fought with a rubber chicken, but now he was scared of him. He was fast, really fast. He also fired Gaster Blasters to fight off monsters. Fresh covered monsters in paint and confetti. He used his baseball bat to smash the skulls of monsters.

Dream shot an arrow to fight another sludge monster, but the air stilled. The monsters stopped moving, the remaining monsters stayed still. Nightmare waved his hand and held Ribbon's with his other. He covered his mouth with the tip of his tendril.

“What the bruh?” Epic crouched down, poking a Froggit, half covered in malice.

Nightmare wrapped his arms around Ribbon and they melted into the ground. Nightmare could see, but Ribbon was stuck in pitch black. Four rivers of darkness combined into an X shape. In the middle, Nightmare formed with Ribbon behind him. Ribbon hid behind Nightmare, not moving with a huge grin. Nightmare examined his hand, ignoring the destruction around him.

“You know, if you wanted to give your big brother a visit, all you had to do was ask. It’s far more polite.”

“Nightmare!” Dream barred his short swords. “Take your corruption and hate-filled heart and leave this world!

“Hush, dear brother. It’s not as bad as you believe. I’m improving this world with negativity and claiming it as my own. A form of salvation, if you will.” Nightmare tightened his grip on Ribbon’s hand. Dream narrowed his eyes and Epic scoffed in offense. Nightmare chuckled. “Oh, and I brought you a little surprise.”

Epic stepped closer. “And what surprise is that, bruh?”

Nightmare glanced over his back and swayed his middle and pointer fingers. Tentatively, Ribbon stepped out from behind him with Blossom in hand. Nightmare kept a tendril around his waist to keep him safe. Dream covered his mouth and teared up. Ribbon felt his soul beating and his positive aura from here. Fresh lit up and his glasses flashed INKY!, but it turned into shock as fast. Epic scrunched his face and tilted his skull. “Who the heck is-”

“Ink! Oh, thank the stars you’re alive! You’re okay!” Dream ran to him with his arms outstretched. Ribbon panicked and slashed his parasol in the air. Fresh’s glasses changed to DANGER and he reached a hand out for the guardian.

“Wait, Dream-brah! STOP!”

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The Calling

Paring: Morpheus x f!reader, Sandman x f!reader Warnings: swearing, graphic explicit violence, adult themes, reader discretion is advised Summary: Every step you took, every decision you made, every path you chose led you here... Word count: 5.8k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Series Masterlist Part nineteen: The horror and the ruin - Part 2

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Darkness covered your eyes completely, extinguishing Lucifer's shining brightness. Warm, benevolent, it soothed your senses, hiding you from the light from which you failed to escape.

"Come with me…" Lucifer extended his hand to you. You refused to take it.

For a moment you saw absolutely nothing, except Lucifer's angrily glittering eyes, gleaming like two kindling coals of hatred. You didn't hear your heartbeat or your accelerated breathing, only a quiet curse that broke through the sound of wings sweeping the nonexistent air.

"You forget yourself Morningstar," a warm female voice came from the darkness, and Lucifer's eyes darkened under its tone, "You forget where you belong Angel."

The darkness softened revealing a petite woman. She stood between you and Lucifer as if blocking his access to you. You couldn't see her face, only a storm of black like raven's feathers curls that waved before your eyes.

"Lady Death," the darkness brightened slightly and you saw Lucifer humbly bow his head. Yet the humility quickly disappeared giving way to a defiant look, "Forgive me, my lady but why delay the inevitable? Why delay something that would certainly have happened anyway. You surely can't hold it against me that I have decided to welcome such an exceptional guest to my Kingdom in person."

"You are overstepping beyond your position," the woman replied, and although her voice sounded gentle there was something intimidating about it, "We operate according to rules and principles. Without them, chaos would prevail. You do not come before me."

"Ancient laws. It's about time to change them," Lucifer replied but there was no pride and loftiness in his voice that you witnessed before.

"Leave," the woman continued, "You should not be here."

"My lady…"

"Leave," she threatened taking two steps toward him, "You have no authority here. You wouldn't want me as your enemy Angel. You are the Ruler of Hell, so be one. Fulfill the role that was given to you."

"She will find her way to my domain anyway…."

"Leave, Morningstar. Walk away before I choose to enter your domain and exert the authority that has been given to me," the woman spoke and darkness once again shrouded everything. Lucifer's eyes faded away. They disappeared. Lucifer was gone.

For a moment you remained still, stunned. In a void of nothing. In complete darkness. You wanted to say something, you opened your mouth, but no voice came out. You tried to move, but your legs seemed to grow into the surface beneath them. Only a single thought seemed to break through the all-encompassing emptiness, a single thought that, despite your complete numbness, seemed to warm your quiet heart, "Morpheus…".

And suddenly the darkness softened again taking on the hue of the fading night, allowing you to see again a storm of curls, a petite stature, inky black eyes shining like two onyxes, and a friendly smiling face.

"We finally meet!" she exclaimed and threw her arms around your neck hugging you sincerely, "Oh my gosh you are gorgeous! More beautiful than I imagined!" she pulled away from you and her black eyes sparkled happily, "No wonder he lost his head for you!"

"Thank you…?" you couldn't help but smile, "Forgive me…but…you are Death…." you whispered hesitantly.

"For once I don't have to explain it!" she smiled happily, "You have no idea how delighted I am that we can finally meet! Morpheus told me so much about you!"

"You are Morpheus' sister," you stated, not able to hide the fright in your voice.

"From the dawn of time and existence!" Death replied with a smile.

You looked at her with undisguised fascination. You looked at her petite figure, a storm of curls that with every movement spread the scent of lily, incense, candle wax and licorice. You looked at her black as onyxes shining eyes that gazed fondly at you. Heavy boots, black jeans, a black tank top, and a magnificent silver ankh cross that hung around her neck. With her style, she reminded you so much of Morpheus, she reminded you so much of yourself.

"Forgive me, I'm staring," you lowered your gaze in embarrassment, "This is not how I imagined the personification of Death."

"Oh you have nothing to apologize for!" her kind, warm voice made you want to smile instantly, "You were probably expecting a black coat, a hood, and a big scythe," she joked and you nodded slightly, "I left this look in the Dark Ages. You have no idea how hard it is to travel with a massive chunk of iron on a stick!"

"Where are we?" you asked, searching for courage, "Are we in your Realm?"

"No my dear. We are in the In-between," she replied, "You have been here before."

"I didn't realize it was a place, I thought it was more of a state of mind," you replied and looked around at the darkness stretching around you, "Where exactly is the In-between?"

"It's a fragment of the reality between, your human world and our realities," Death explained.

"Everyone ends up here after death?" you asked with ease, finding a remnant of confidence deep within you.

"No," she replied shortly but, upon seeing your questioning eyes, she continued, "this is not the place mortals usually go to. This is not a path, nor a state of suspended existence. You were not supposed to end up here, and yet…."

"I keep ending up in places I shouldn't have ended up in," you quipped.

"It seems to me that even Lucifer was surprised that he found you here. If not for that, I would have gotten to you first. I'm sorry you had to wait," in the silence once again you heard the sound of wings sweeping the air, "Let's go…" she extended her hand to you and once again smiled kindly. For a moment, the aura she exuded around you made you want to take it and follow her. An aura of warmth, peace, blissful rest. An inviting aura, an aura that would take away all fears, all suffering, but also every desire, every dream, every goal. And suddenly the realization of your state struck you, struck you like thunder strikes the earth, and for the first time you understood….

"Wait…" you whispered, "If you are Death, and I am…" you expected to feel the pounding of a frightened heart but it remained silent, "I died…"

"I'm sorry…" Death saddened and you felt her sorrow, "I'm sorry it ended like this…"

Suddenly the darkness grew even brighter showing images against its blackness, clear like a movie projected on a theater screen. You saw yourself. Beaten, bloodied, lifeless lying on the floor in a growing pool of blood. Your broken arm lay at an unnaturally twisted angle, your torn top showed bloody marks on your hip, blood was oozing from countless wounds on your body and face. You saw David as he tightened his grip on your throat through John's hands, crushing it, choking the life out of you. You saw your own eyes, empty, lifeless, like the eyes of a doll. You saw the grimace of satisfaction disappear from his face giving way to fear.

"No…" You whispered silently, "no no no…"

"I'm really sorry…" Death repeated.

"No, this is not fucking happening! Not now! This is not how it was supposed to be! Fuck!!!" anger ripped from you shattering the silence. You looked at her desperately. "I can't be dead!!! I can't! That son of a bitch didn't do this to me!" you exclaimed in denial, "Morpheus! I saw him! I saw a vortex forming! This is some kind of fucking nightmare!!!"

"Y/N your reaction is understandable, " Death's eyes shone with empathy, "But I'm here am I not?"

"But you don't understand…I can't be dead!" you cried, "Not now when Morpheus and I…" you trailed off and horror completely overwhelmed you, "Morpheus…oh no, no….Morpheus will find me. Please…" you looked at her pleadingly, "Morpheus can't find me like this. You have to do something. Morpheus…it will destroy him."

Death only slipped a strand of hair behind her ear hiding what in your eyes was a glittering tear gathering in her shining eyes.

"My brother loves you endlessly…" she said, "He would go to Hell for you or even to the Silver City itself. You have changed him so much…"

"He can't find me like this…"

"I'm afraid it's too late for that…"

Golden grains of sand fell to the ground revealing to Morpheus' eyes his own nightmare. Books scattered everywhere, pages torn, cigarette butts, shattered pieces of glass, traces of blood on the floor and her, crushed under the weight of John's body, his hands tightening around her neck. He looked at him terrified and Morpheus knew that under the facade of John's face there was someone else entirely.

"Get away from her!!!" he growled as he jumped to him in a heartbeat, tearing him off her.

"How does it feel? How does it feel to experience your worst nightmare!!!?" The demon growled staring at him viciously. Morpheus swept his eyes over the floor and stopped before his gaze could rest on her.

"What have you done…." the endless cold of his voice came from the depths of the universe. The room and the space around them were filled with darkness and single stars shone angrily in the endless blackness of his eyes. The stars burned red.

"Don't hurt me I beg you!" The demon suddenly collapsed, pathetically cowering in terror from his glare, "Oh god what have I done?! what have I done?! Oh god why?!" he looked at her and tears began to flow uncontrollably down his cheeks, "I didn't mean to! You have to believe me!" he lied.

"Be quiet."

"He ordered me! He made me!" despair ripped out of him, "You don't know what he can do to a person! He ordered me! He said that if I don't do it my torture will never end! He said if I don't do it he'll never get me off the rack!"

"I said be quiet!" the order rumbled, shaking the walls.

"I beg you spare me! I didn't mean to…I'm sorry…" he wept in raspy tears.

Wrath burned in Morpheus with endless fire. He wanted to rip the demon out of Constantine's body and tear him apart. He desired to shred his existence into millions of pieces, he wanted to erase him from existence, something he should have done long ago.

"There is no punishment severe enough that is adequate to the crime you have done," he spoke coldly, fighting the urge to murder, "In your hatred and envy you have become a puppet in the game of beings far more powerful than you. You have become a mindless tool that Lucifer has exploited. A twisted, manipulated soul, the executor of a strike intended for me. A punishment for my own arrogance." The red in Morpheus' eyes dimmed. "I should destroy you," he continued as a portal to the Dreaming formed behind his back, "I should erase your existence."

"I beg you…" The demon wept again.

"I will decide later what to do with you…" he decided and pushed John into the portal, sending him to the Dreaming.

Silence ensued. A silence that could not be broken by a heartbeat, a quiet breath, or the barely audible moan he so longed to hear. A silence that could not be shattered by a faint murmur of movement, or a meek plea for help. A silence that ripped apart his heart, a silence that tore apart his very being, the silence of nonexistence, the silence of death.

Although he wished not to, he forced himself to look at her. At her beaten face, at her bloodied body, at her empty dead eyes. He fell to his knees and wept for the first time in ages. His heart lay dead before him, murdered, destroyed by the envy and pride of the being he should have never disrespected. His hope brutally taken from his life by the hubris of the being led by Desire. His happiness consumed by Despair.

He cried as his hand gently touched her. Fading sparks of storm light still floated on her skin. For a moment, hope crept into his heart, but it was extinguished as soon as he looked into her eyes again. There was no life in them. The joy and delight were snuffed out, the determination and will to fight were smothered, the will to live was taken away.

He took off his cloak and, enveloping her body, gently lifted her into his arms. Despair ripped through his very being, ripped through his heart and mind as he held her in his arms and entered the portal to the Dreaming. He couldn't leave her here. He could not lose her. He couldn't let her go.

You fell to your knees and burst into hysterical crying. With your imagination's eyes you saw Morpheus standing over your dead body and grief and despair seemed to tear your soul apart.

"I beg of you…" you looked at Death with broken eyes, "He is your brother! He can't find me dead!"

"He has already found you…" Death replied softly and your cry ripped through the silence of the void. A million thoughts swept through your mind, a million dreams and wishes that you were supposed to fulfill together. A million beautiful days and intoxicating nights you were supposed to spend together. A picture of the life you wanted to build with him. You cried. Despair racked at your pain, tears blurred your vision making you unable to see the blue sparks that were dancing all over your skin. Sparks that seemed to burst out of you and float in the blue smoke to form shapes and images of your unfulfilled dreams that were taken away from you.

"Incredible…" Death whispered as she looked at the images. Each of them depicted Morpheus and you, on the path of life together, each one being a different yearning, a different wish, a different unfulfilled dream. "Remarkable…"

"You have to send me back!" you shouted, suddenly jumping to your feet. The tears disappeared, your eyes burned with a blaze of determination, "You must send me back!" you gripped Death's hand and looked fearlessly into her black eyes. "I refuse! I will not die! I will not leave him alone!"

"Y/N my dear, " she looked at you warmly, "You got what everyone gets, a lifetime. Your life has come to an end. "

"I don't accept it!" you shouted as the flame of determination grew stronger.

"Most don't accept that. Most people at the end of their lives ask for more. But to die is as natural as to live," in a gentle voice she tried to comfort you, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"I'm not afraid!" you denied angrily, "But it's not my time! There is nothing natural about my death. I was murdered by a demon formed from the soul of my ex in the body of my friend!!! Fuck! What is natural in such in death!?"

"You haven't exactly lived an ordinary life," she noted, "your death is the natural result of the decisions you made while you were alive."

"I won't go with you!"

"Do you think that a young soldier killed on the battlefield doesn't ask for my mercy when his life is brutally taken from him? Do you think a young girl doesn't ask why when her life ends in a dark alley that she unwisely chose as her way home?" despite the gentleness of her voice her face took on a sterner look, "Do you think that a child does not cry for a mother when illness ends his life prematurely? Even an old man begs for more time when his life comes to an end."

"And what did my parents ask for?" the question broke out quietly.

For a moment Death looked at you and the aura of warmth and understanding seemed to calm your raging nerves. She smiled and sat down on the ground pulling you along. She crossed her legs, rested her elbows on her knees and stared at you tilting her head to the side as if in amusement and curiosity. It seemed to you that she was not accustomed to long conversations with the dead.

"Your father greeted me with joy," she began, "with relief even. He suffered greatly at the end of his life. He was expecting my coming. He was curious, curious about what would happen next. He took my hand without hesitation," tears came to your eyes, "He was worried about your mother, he was worried about you, but he knew you would be okay. He knew you were strong."

"And my mom?" you asked with a whisper.

"Your mom, oh…your mom was just like you. She was desperately clinging to life," a frail smile appeared on Death's face, "My coming was an utter surprise to her. She didn't want to leave. She asked, begged for more time. She kept saying that there was so much she yet had to do, so much more she wanted from life. And she was so worried about you." tears ran down your face, "But in the end, she also went with me."

"Where to?" the question broke out almost soundlessly, "where are they now?"

"I don't know that…" there was not a shred of falseness in her voice, "even I don't know what happens beyond that."

"And yet you want me to go with you…"

"Every mortal creature must take this journey."

"And where will this journey take me? You don't know that."

"You will have to find out for yourself."

You fell silent. Suspended between life and further existence, in nothingness, in the company of benevolent Death, standing at the edge of a lone journey ahead, you knew one thing. If you were not to share this journey with Morpheus, it was not a journey you wanted to go on.

"Morpheus…I can't leave him…" you wiped away tears and persistence shone in your eyes once again.

"Oh my dear Y/N!" amusement appeared on Death's face, "usually people after death think of themselves and what awaits them next and you seem to think of everyone else but yourself!"

"A manufacturing defect," you joked and to your surprise, you laughed out loud, "Sorry but I didn't leave just anyone out there! Dream of the Endless tied his existence to mine and I to his! I guess it's normal for my behavior to be abnormal!"

"You are completely unafraid of me!" she noted amused.

"You're not the first Endless I've met!" you smirked, "But of all of them you are by far the nicest."

"And yet it is at the thought of me that people usually shudder in fear."

"People are stupid!" you scoffed, "Alright enough chitchat, which way to the world of the living?!" you jumped to your feet and began to look around.

"Y/N…" Death began calmly, "There is no return to the world of the living."

"But surely you can make an exception!" anger stained your voice again, "God knows how many times you've made exceptions for Sam and Dean!"

"That's different…"

"Like how?"

"Sam and Dean are protected by the Creator himself. I could take their lives at any time. However, that would mean declaring war on the Creator and the hosts of the Silver City army. This war would be to no one's benefit."

"I won't leave him…" repeated stubbornly. Death only sighed in resignation.

"I can provide you with safe passage to his Kingdom. Something I don't do very often," she offered, "Morpheus is waiting for you. He has called me several times already."

"He is waiting for me?"

"You could live endlessly in his Kingdom as one of his Dreams," she continued, "It's a good offer. It will be wise of you to accept it."

"No." You replied shortly.

"No?"

"I'm not very rational, sorry! But I don't want to live as one of his Dreams," you explained, "I want to live as me! I want to be me! The way I was! With my own free will, my own agency, not as a fragment of myself subjected to his will."

"Y/N, I am offering you an existence without pain, without suffering, forever in the Kingdom of Dream…"

"I know, and I thank you for the offer, but there must be another way."

"Haven't you suffered enough for one life?" Death asked, "Let go. Let yourself rest. Leave behind the struggle, the losses, the pain and suffering…"

"No," you refused again, "Struggle, losses, pain and suffering are just part of my life. Part of my path. There is also joy, happiness, delight, love to be found, there is Dream," the certainty of your words surprised you, "by giving up one I give up the other as well, and I won't do that. I am choosing a different path. I am determined, I won't let the dreams be taken from me, not now after Morpheus has shown me, has taught me how to dream again, how to wish, how to love."

"Y/N…" Death began but you wouldn't let her continue.

"I won't let the dreams be taken from me…" you repeated firmly.

"How do you know there is another path?"

"There must be," you raised your head high and straightened your back, determined, "There must be."

Death only smiled kindly and, to your surprise, she embraced you warmly.

"My brother was right," she said, releasing you from her arms, "You are an exceptional wonder."

"I'll take that as a compliment," you smirked.

"If this is the path you are choosing you will have to follow it by yourself. I can't accompany you."

"Will we see each other again?" you asked.

"One day surely," the scent of lilies and incense surrounded you again, "Good luck my dear. For the first time ever, I wish I knew what Destiny knows now." She hugged you one last time and disappeared leaving you alone in the never-ending void.

"Thank you…" You whispered into the darkness and began to walk ahead.

Dreaming was shrouded in an impenetrable darkness which was brightened only by crackling thunders that cut through the black sky time after time. Rain poured down from the sky incessantly, filling the lakes, swelling the rivers, drowning the land. The wind howled mournfully, slamming the shutters of the houses, breaking the trees, moving the foundations of the earth. All the residents of the Kingdom buried themselves in their homes yet they too seemed to provide no shelter. Dreams and Nightmares buried themselves in the confines of human creations. Magical creatures fearfully fled into the deepest recesses of caves and dungeons. Cain and Abel huddled by the fireplace calming a terrified Goldie. Marvin, along with Lucienne, anxiously looked out the library window at the world whining outside. Matthew perched on the headboard of the bed on which her body rested. Only a wyvern, a griffin, and a hippogriff remained unmoved, informing their Sovereign of the visitor waiting at the gates.

"Where is she?" Morpheus asked his sister when she finally stood in his chamber. He was kneeling by her bed, holding her hand in his, as if waiting for her to wake up in a moment. "Tell me, sister!? Where is she!?" with pleading eyes he demanded an answer. Death only put her hand on his shoulder and answered with sadness.

"She chose a different path," she said.

"I called out to you, I called for your attention. Why didn't you answer me!?"

"My dear Dream, I didn't have to answer you to know what you wanted from me. I chose to spend that time with her."

"Then why didn't you bring her!?" despite the sadness ripping through his entire Realm anger shone red in his eyes. Lightning once again cut through the sky.

"It was not my decision Dream. Nor was it mine, nor was it your decision either," she replied gently, "The decision was hers."

"She refused…" he whispered in disbelief.

"She refused," Death confirmed, "I told you, she chose a different path."

"What path?"

"I think we will have to wait to find out…"

In the darkness, time lost its meaning. You couldn't tell how long it had been since Death had vanished, leaving you alone in an infinite abyss. You walked ahead not knowing where you were heading. You walked ahead not knowing where the path through the darkness would lead you. You walked ahead not knowing if the darkness would ever end. You walked with your head held high and your back straight, confident, determined.

You pushed through the darkness even though your eyes could not register anything but darkness. You fought your way through the vastness even though the silence seemed to crush you with its weight. You could not hear the sound of your steps, nor your breathing, nor your heartbeat.

You ran ahead even though Despair seemed to lurk in the shadows. Whispering words of doubt, crushing your determination with silence and gloom. "Give up" you seemed to hear a whisper coming from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, "let go, it's pointless" it tempted, "give up…". You closed your eyes to doubt, closed your heart to fear, and igniting the embers of determination you ran.

Despair.

Desire.

Death.

Dream…

Your Dream. Dream of the Endless. The one that restored your desires to dream, to wish, to live. The one who awakened life in you anew. The one who loved you. The one who made you love once again. The one with whom you tied your life. The one they tried to take away from you…

Overcoming the unending emptiness, you kept thinking of him. In your mind you recalled the moment when you first saw him standing in the distance, overseeing his destroyed Kingdom. You recalled that moment when he turned to you and for the first time your eyes met. His deep black starry eyes. They were endless. You relished in the memory of his dark figure hidden in your black room, disguised by the darkness of the night. Sitting in your armchair. Looking at you for the first time in Waking World. You recalled the time when convinced of its unrealness, you wanted to jump out the window and laughed silently at your own foolishness. You brought back that feeling when for the first time his darkness enveloped you saving your life from an inevitable end. The first time Morpheus's closeness made your heart skip a beat, even though you were not ready to admit it at the time. The memory of your first meeting brought a pleasant shiver to your skin and you felt again for the first time.

You brought back into your mind every moment, every step you took that led you here. You evoked the feeling of awe when he first led you into the Dreaming. You recalled the feeling of fascination when you first understood who he was. When you first heard those words that changed your life forever. "I am Morpheus. Dream of the Endless," a smile of delight appeared on your face as you reminisced about the feeling you felt when the depth of his voice sent shivers down your spine for the first time. And you felt them again.

You ran forward and the memories of feelings seemed to flow in uncontrollably.

The excitement you felt when you saw him Waking World, standing in the rain on a crowded street. The strange warmth when he took the umbrella and your bag from you. The first time you walked hand in hand with him, the first time your hand found its place on his arm.

The feeling of strength and power when you fought the demon. The satisfaction you felt when your power ripped him apart. The pain and relief when Morpheus saved your weary body from falling.

The suffering and despair every time you experienced one of your nightmares. The suffering and despair that gave way to a feeling of safety and comfort when he began to accompany you.

Determination when you entered Hell with him.

Frustration when he attempted to command you.

Fierceness when you defiantly confronted Lucifer.

Despair when it seemed to you that the Beast of Judgment had consumed his existence.

Relief at the sound of the words "I am Hope."

Pride when he took your hand for the first time.

You ran forward and you felt again. You felt every feeling you experienced, each and every one of them and all of them at once.

The joy every time he appeared unexpectedly. That feeling of fluttering heart every time you experienced a new aspect of him in your life. Enchantment, denial, fascination, frustration, fear, apprehension, desire, doubt, anxiety, determination, devotion, love. Love pure and precious like the most treasured diamond, love born out of understanding, out of fascination, out of a sense of belonging. A love that was gentle and respectful and at the same time full of lust and passion. A devotion of hearts and souls that even death could not destroy.

Dream of the Endless inspired you to dream again. He gave you the courage to love. He took away your nightmares, he darned you back together. He rediscovered you. He gave you a new life. He was your Dream and no one could take that away from you. Not Despair, not Desire, not even Lucifer himself.

As you walked ahead, through the deafening, cold darkness, you felt again. You felt the feelings that they tried to kill in you, the feelings they wanted to take away from you.

"I will live! I will dream!" you challenge the emptiness out loud. As you walked with a confident step, you felt determination, you felt certainty. You felt you would find your way. The darkness won't overwhelm you, you won't let despair consume your will again, you won't let your dreams be taken away.

And suddenly the darkness parted showing to your eyes a garden. A great abyssal endless garden full of labyrinths of trees and shrubs. It stretched greenery to the horizon with its intricate, forking paths. In its center in the distance stone columns towered, bound in an arch against the very sky. You turned back surprised and you saw the maze behind you, bathed in the pale glow of the sun. In front of you, a straight path led to a stone door by which a tall, hooded man stood. In his hand, he held a massive book chained to his wrist.

"Welcome," he spoke in a low dry, shortsighted voice, "You who have tied your life to the Dream."

"Who are you?" you asked and there was not a shred of fear in your voice.

"I am Destiny of the Endless," he replied and lifted his gaze to reveal a face hidden under his hood. His eyes, white and clear as those of a blind man, stared at you and through you at the same time. It seemed as if he saw everything beyond time and space.

"Have you come to turn me back to Death?"

"What makes you think it was I who came to you?" he asked and his voice sounded dry like the sound of the pages of an ancient book rubbed against each other, "It is you who came to me. To the Garden of Forking Ways. Your actions led you to me. Every step you took, every decision you made, every path you chose led you here," he gestured to the stone door.

"What will I find behind the door? " you asked without hesitation.

"Your further path. The outcome of the action you took."

"Helpful much," you snorted.

"Do not think I came here to show you the way," the white eyes flickered angrily, "I am not your guide. I am an observer. I am here to witness an event that has not happened in the history of existence."

"I guess it's too late to doubt…" you whispered and stepped closer to the door, "I'm already dead, it can't get any worse… " you pushed the stone door with all your strength, "Here goes nothing!" you exclaimed and stepped confidently into the unexplored depths of space.

Destiny of the Endless opened its book and watched as the record of an event that had never happened before appeared on its pages. For it was here that Determination was born.

***

Darkness took you and you strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead, infinite galaxies of light and you seemed to flow through them. Flowing into eternity, crossing time and space, crossing an endless, impassable reality. You flowed through memories, through every dream and nightmare, through every pain, through every joy. You flowed through suffering and despair, through happiness and strength. You flowed beyond time and existence and the silver tears you shed formed new stars around you. You flowed endlessly and only one feeling burned in you with a bright storm light. Determination. You felt light in you again. It was not the end.

You opened your eyes abruptly. The stars disappeared. The darkness vanished. Your confused mind slowly began to register the reality around you. The warmth of the bed you were lying on, the softness of the pillow under your head, the marble vault above your head, the sound of crackling shutters and the air that smelled of stormy rain. The bright smile of Death standing by your bed.

"No…" you whispered in a hoarse voice as if speaking for the first time, "I'm not dead…"

"No, dear!" she smiled even wider, "You're back…"

And then you felt it, the warmth of Morpheus' hands on yours. You felt it for the first time anew. You glanced in his direction and sank into the endless night of his eyes for the first time anew. In stars whose shapes you saw for the first time. In their brightness that shone pure silver. You smiled for the first time and the warmth of his smile ignited your new heart, made it beat for the first time as he spoke to you.

"I thought I had lost you…" he brushed his hand over your cheek as a silver tear ran down his marbled skin.

"You did…" you replied cuddling your cheek into his palm, feeling his warmth again, "I am not me, not entirely."

"No, my heart. You are someone entirely new."

Endless Dream - Epilogue

~~***~~ Author note: At the end of chapter 20, only Epilog left. So yes, that means that story is coming to the end. I'm not gonna lie, I'm going to miss it. I am really satisfied with how this chapter turned out. And I sincerely hope that it was satisfying to you as well. I will save my gratitude for all of you for my last entry at the end of the Epilogue. So let's go there together, now :)

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hindahoney · 1 year

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Tbh even at my synagogue there's so much anti orthodox sentiment and it makes me really sad. We're liberal/progressive which of course means we generally don't always agree with typical orthodox values, we would go to an Orthodox synagogue instead of this one if we did, but I hear a lot of talk among our community that I find really disrespectful of Orthodox Jews! Things like blanket accusations of homophobia and sexism which just...isn't true if you even glance in the direction of all the queer Orthodox Jews that exist. I swear people just like to say "Orthodox is bad to gay people!!!!" and all the gay Orthodox Jews are like "uh no it's not, we're actually a huge influential part of the Orthodox community, you can't just ignore that we're here, and youre choosing to ignore all the work that queer Orthodox Jews have put in to make our spaces safe and accessible" and then others still go "it's so sad how no queers can thrive in Orthodox spaces :(( sometimes it's like I can still hear their voices"

It's very much not the same thing but for the sake of analogy, it reminds me of American queers who say shit like "The southern states are so homophobic there's nothing there for us this is so sad <\3" while completely ignoring that the south is actually full of queer people, some will live their whole lives in those places and aren't any less queer or influential there than elsewhere, and it's super homophobic to make statements like that. Like sure just go ahead and assume gay people in the south are all completely trapped and powerless and tragic and nonexistent instead of acknowledging that there are thousands of fully realised queer human beings there whose experiences shouldn't be swept under the rug to accommodate the popular narrative that South Bad.

Im not saying Orthodox communities never have issues with things like racism, homophobia, sexism etc, but like?? So do Reform and Liberal communities??? Stop pretending we're absolutely perfect while being so grossly antisemitic *to other Jews*. I've had encounters with transphobic Jews at my synagogue and while I was able to sort it out and get them to a place of understanding my upset and showing remorse and changed behaviour, it feels like people just want to ignore that this shit can still happen in progressive spaces, because it doesn't fit their narrative of Reform Good Orthodox Bad.

I considered going down a conversion route to become Orthodox a few years ago and didn't go through with it, but I did get to engage with my.local Orthodox rabbi and hoooooly shit it's been so saddening and eye opening the way every Orthodox Jew I've spoken to has, very early on, gone "don't worry I'm not sexist I promise!!" because they KNOW people are going to make horrible assumptions about them just based on their culture. Like fuck it tells a sad story about the way people including other Jews must treat them. Straight up antisemitic

I promise not all Liberal, Reform, progressive etc Jews feel negatively about Orthodoxy, it's just irritatingly common and I really heavily sympathise with all the shit you must have to go through. You aren't without allies but I don't blame you for feeling alone when this is how you're often treated.

(ik this isn't my blog but @ goyim: comment on this and i will bite your head off, this is a threat.)

Thank you for sharing your story. I by no means am saying I don't have my own qualms with orthodoxy, and things that I disagree with my community about. But that's okay, it's encouraged to disagree.It depends on who you ask whether they would call me orthodox or not, certainly more liberal Jews would view me this way. But out of respect for the orthodox community, I don't feel comfortable taking on that identity yet, but ultimately that's the goal. For right now I feel comfortable calling myself "frum."

It's incredibly painful when I see Jews throwing other Jews under the bus, because I take the term "tribe" seriously. When Cain asks HaShem "Am I my brother's keeper?" the Torah, and as consequence, the Jews, answered unequivocally yes. A Jew across the world that I've never met is, in my eyes and my entire soul, my family. So when I see my family fighting with each other over complete misunderstandings that could be solved if we just listened more, it hurts.

I feel like when people see me they assume I'm socially backward, as if there's no way I can square my religious beliefs with acceptance of LGBT+ people (as if I myself don't/can't identify as queer), or with women having a more involved role in services. They just assume we are a monolith, as if we're a group of worker ants that all operate and think the same exact way.

There are queer orthodox Jews who have made their space in orthodoxy. There are women who feel like they thrive in orthodoxy, who are NOT "ruled over" by their husbands, and are not forced to dress modestly, but choose it for themselves because they feel more comfortable that way.

#orthodoxy isnt for everyone and thats okay #that doesnt mean we are evil though #anyway i wish the divide wasnt so great #jumblr #frumblr #ask

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ace-and-the-rpg-horrors · 1 year

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Dolls from the Opposing Side

Dragging her feet to the monitor room, Kugie Kizuchi sighed. The participants had gone through an exhausting first trial, and now had access to the third floor. Those who had died a few hours prior... she didn't want their ghastly last moments plaguing her mind ever again.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, what horrific trap or game lies in wait beyond this door!" Her own stupid attempt at a joke was just that- an attempt. It didn't improve her mood at all.

The sight on the other side of the door on the other hand...

Two people.

Familiar people.

Greenish hair.

Teal eyes.

Freckles.

Short for their ages.

Kugie Kizuichi's annoying, yet caring, older brother and sweet and adorable little sister.

"SHIN! KANNA!" Wasting not a single second, Kugie threw her arms around them both, ready to ask why they were in the death game, did they miss her, and what on earth they were wearing. If the situation was any different, she would have been in hysterics, laughing at Shin's crown of strawberries and whipped cream, simultaneously cooing at how cute Kanna looked in braids (despite the upside-down ice cream on her head.)

That's when it happened. The action which made Kugie realise that something was horribly wrong. The action that extinguished the spark of hope she had gained. The action that gave her the gut feeling that these people were not who she thought they were.

Shin had pushed her away the moment she initiated the hug. And now he was glaring at her.

Despite Shin and Kugie having the typical sibling rivalry, getting along the least out of the three of them, Shin had never dared to look at her that coldly (not even when Kugie had accidentally deleted one of his school files for an ICT lesson, or when she'd made Kanna run away from home.) If looks could kill, Kugie would be cremated, reincarnated and killed again by now, let alone simply dead.

"Just who do you think you are? What makes you think that my little sister is alright with strangers hugging her whenever they please?" he snarled.

Come to think of it, Kanna hadn't returned the hug either, and she usually loved Kugie's hugs...

In the shock of the moment, Kugie could only respond in the sarcastic manner she usually did to Shin, pretending she couldn't feel the dread crawling up her throat at her "brother's" sudden hostility and pretending that this wasn't yet another of the game's cruel tricks.

"Haha... hell Shin, I know that I'm the one who's not blood related to you two, but you're still my siblings, y'know? Or did you disown me in the short time I was gone? I'll have you know, I stole your crackers exactly one time, you can't hold that over me forever!" She tried. She tried so hard to sound like it was just another normal day at the Kizuchi household, your classic Kugie and Shin argument.

Rather than another vicious comment, Shin fell silent, completely perplexed... because as far as he was aware, wasn't he programmed to have one sister? Honestly, Kugie reckoned that she might've preferred the mean comeback to this concerning silence. Kanna, on the other hand, spoke for the first time since the encounter.

The painfully familiar pair of innocent, doe-like eyes gazed at the older girl, before the 14 year old pulled at her brother's sleeve, her voice no more than a paranoid whisper. "E- erm... big bro? Why... is this girl saying she's our sister? She looks nothing like either of us... is she dangerous?"

Snapped out of his confused state, Shin nodded, standing between the "sisters", not taking his sceptical stare off of Kugie for a second. Following her big brother's example, Kanna decided that she too should be suspicious of this girl, gladly hiding behind him.

"... That's right, Kanna. This girl is trying to trick you, she's just saying she's our sister to manipulate us! But we won't fall for it, will we? Don't worry, I'll protect you, I won't let these lying death game participants hurt a single strand of hair on your head."

There was no way Kugie could stop the tears brimming in her eyes. The three of them should be on the same side, and she should be protecting Kanna, along with Shin- not against him. The other emotion brimming over, other than heartbreak, was jealousy, not unlike the jealousy which she had experienced when their parents had first adopted Shin and Kanna.

Their adoption had taken place when Kugie was ten. Shin was an awkward, timid teen, and his eight year old sister Kanna was somehow even shyer than him. Nevertheless, Kugie was ecstatic to finally have the siblings she had dreamed of for so long. But whatever she did, the green-haired pair didn't leave each other's side. Of course they were nice to her, but Kugie didn't share the sibling bond they had already formed before meeting her. It was a bit ironic really - they were the ones who were adopted, yet Kugie was the one feeling left out.

Kugie finally had someone to play sports with? Turns out Shin has a chronic illness, making him prone to fainting. Kugie made space for Kanna to sit next to her? Kanna still preferred to sit next to Shin. Kugie wanted to draw and do homework with Shin? Shin was already busy picking flowers with Kanna. Kugie planned to bake a cake with them both? Oh, suddenly they're called for a meeting with their social worker.

Her parents told her to be patient.

"They're still learning to cope without their biological parents"

"Kanna is more clingy towards Shin because she's afraid of losing him like their parents."

"Shin has always been protective of Kanna, he's not used to having another sibling to share her with."

"Of course they both love you sweetie! They're just naturally shy and haven't learnt to match your upbeat, lively energy yet."

Despite this, her resentful feelings grew, and she just couldn't hold it back anymore. Unfortunately, she happened to take it out on the worst possible person.

The little green-haired girl had approached her sister one Saturday morning, clutching a pencil case and notebook, and beaming, excited to draw flowers and various other cute things with the older girl. However, fate had chosen to be cruel- Kugie was already in a bad mood, seeing as Shin had gone off to visit his weird friend Hiyori, completely forgetting that he said he'd help Kugie with her maths homework.

"Big sis! Big sis? Can you draw the roses for Kanna to colour in? Kanna tried to do it herself, but roses are too hard! Kanna can only do the easy flowers by herself!"

Whatever suppressed emotions bubbled within Kugie made her scoff and scribble harshly on her maths worksheet as if it had wronged her family for the past 3 generations.

"Oh ummm..." Kanna, although a little naive, could sense the heavy atmosphere. "If big sis is busy, that is okay! Kanna would ask Shin, but he's with his scary friend again..."

Shin.

Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin

Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin Shin

Shin and Kanna. Kanna and Shin. Kugie who?

Was Shin Kizuchi all that the stupid girl knew how to say?

Why was she making such an effort to get along with them anyway? A creepy little girl who only spoke in third person despite being 7 years old for crying out loud, and her deadweight brother who hung out with even creepier people, like that damn Sou Hiyori.

They were horrible thoughts. Wretched, evil, mean thoughts. Directed at the two most gentle, timid souls that Kugie had ever met. But she couldn't drown those thoughts. It would've been just fine if that was where they ended. At thoughts. But she couldn't stop them spilling out either.

Scary how quickly thoughts turn into speech...

"So now you want me as a sister? You've got a perfectly good brother, so why on earth do you need me? You didn't need me before, and you don't need me now!" Kugie's own words frightened her. She knew she wasn't a cruel person, so how was she saying all these spiteful things?

"Ah! No! B-big sis, Kanna has always loved you!"

Stop. Kugie, stop. Anyone would know they'd gone too far at this point. Look at her- she's about to cry any second. Stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it

The unpleasant, horrid words kept falling effortlessly from her mouth.

"Oh yeah, so why is it that you only want anything to do with me now?" Kugie laughed bitterly, failing to shut herself up before shattering the precious child's self confidence. "I know. You may be stupid, but you're not blind. You've noticed it too, right? How your dear brother is spending more and more time with that Hiyori guy, and not you, ever since he started highschool. He's getting bored of you, isn't that right? And now you're turning to me, cause I'm your second choice. I'm just second best. That's ALL I'll ever be to you, and to Shin, no matter how hard I try!!"

Kanna was visibly distressed now, her eyes practically pleading for Kugie to listen to her, "O- oh big sis, you've got it- it all wrong... big bro would never leave me... not- not second best... I love you."

Even so, Kugie continued, ignoring the crying that had started.

"Well you know what Kanna? That's just fine. I don't even care anymore! I don't need a useless brother who just hides in his room all day! I don't need a useless sister who just whines and seeks attention! I'm just FINE."

Kanna didn't return home after her morning flower picking that day.

Shin returned home about 15 minutes after Kugie's outburst, and by then Kanna was no longer in the garden. Being the observant type, the boy could sense something was off as soon as he entered the house. Though he expected it to be quiet as their parents were visiting someone, he was surprised when there was no Kanna jumping into his arms (and nearly knocking him over) and no Kugie trying to make conversation.

Kugie's head perked up as soon as she saw Shin standing in the doorway of the room she and Kanna shared.

Before he could even open his mouth, she spoke immediately.

"I know this will make you mad... but in a fit of jealousy, I may or may not have yelled at our- your little sister and implied that you didn't love her anymore." After all she had said to the poor girl, Kugie felt that she was the last person on the planet who deserved to call herself Kanna's sister.

Before his face morphed into a completely appalled one, she quickly added, "And she may or may not have run away."

Sure, Shin Kizuchi was fifteen years old, perfectly capable of giving someone a good telling off. But was it terrifying to see a normally meek boy looking ready to commit several crimes? Indeed it was, and Kugie wished that an earthquake would hit their home right that second so that the floor could quite literally swallow her.

Although Kugie braced herself for the yelling, it didn't come. Instead, a usually weak hand with currently a surprisingly firm grip grabbed hers and pulled her out of the house. The two eldest Kizuchi children walked around the areas near their house, a cold silence present between them. Scanning for any sign of their little sister.

"The park!" Shin suddenly gasped, recalling that Kanna loved parks, streches of grass that went as far as the eye could see, sprinkled with daisies, occasionally containing a lake with the ducks she enjoyed feeding.

And there she was. A bucket obscuring her face, her green hair peeking out from under it. Making a feeble attempt to rock the swing she sat on to distract herself from her big sister's cruel words.

Kugie reconciled with Kanna immediately. The younger sister, with her heart of gold, forgave the older one immediately. Their older brother on the other hand? Well... he stayed silent after comforting Kanna, telling her that Kugie didn't mean any of what she said, and that he'd never abandon her. That didn't stop Kugie from feeling how furious Shin still was at her. She didn't blame him. After all, she had made a vulnerable eight year old run away from home, a sister that Shin would give up his life for. And Kugie's careless words could have put that innocent child in danger.

On the walk home, Kanna held both Shin and Kugie's hands. Before, she would have only held the former's.

The day had gone by quickly, and before they knew it, it was night and Kanna had fallen asleep, blissfully unaware of the tension between her older siblings. Kugie was surprised that her brother hadn't told their parents what had happened when they came home- he may have been quiet, but Shin gave Kugie snitch vibes, especially in a situation when someone had done wrong to Kanna.

Another surprise came when Shin ran into Kugie in the upstairs corridor. Despite the earlier events, his face showed no malice directed to her. In fact, he himself looked a little guilty.

"Hey, Kugie... I've realised that what you did today was probably because of me. I'm sorry."

What? Somehow managing to overcome the shock, Kugie managed to reply, "You're sorry? It was my fault! Just because I got angry-"

"But it was my fault that you got angry," Shin cut her off. "Am I wrong in saying that you were jealous that me and Kanna are closer siblings than with you? Please Kugie, let me take the blame. As the oldest, I should have made an effort to include you more. It's no excuse, but I'm not the greatest at socialising, so I had no idea how. But now that I know that you've been suffering, I hope it's not too late to salvage things- so... would you be able to give me and Kanna another chance?"

He held out his pinkie finger. "Siblings?"

Kugie couldn't help but mirror Shin's small smile, sealing the promise. "Siblings."

The high school girl sobbed even harder at the memory. She could sense the other participant's concern, but she couldn't hear their words. Because the only thing running through her mind were all the things she would do to have her siblings back...

She'd take back every time she'd criticised Shin for being friends with Sou Hiyori, even if she didn't approve of him.

She'd make more time for Kanna, never refusing to play with her.

She'd take back every time she teased Shin by calling him pathetic or weak.

She'd spend every single penny of her pocket money on ice cream for Kanna.

She'd never start petty fights with Shin, even if they did laugh about it afterwards.

She'd take back every thought of Kanna being annoying or clingy.

Everything, anything. She'd do it all, if only she could see them again. Their real versions. Not these dolls from the opposing side.

Her annoying, yet caring older brother. And her sweet and adorable little sister.

#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #kugie kizuchi #shin tsukimi #kanna kizuchi #sou hiyori #midori yttd #ace's writing :)#I WROTE THIS IN NOVEMBER 2021

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nonbinaryroyalty43 · 3 months

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Royality + Obsession!Logan

*Insert funny line here*

Characters: Roman Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remus Sanders, Obsession!Logan

Pairing(s): Royality

Warning: Death threat

Summary: Roman isn't doing well so his boyfriend and brother team up to help him.

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Patton tentatively knocked on Roman's door. "Ro, are you okay? You've been in their a while."

No answer.

Patton sighed. This had been going on for two days. At first, Patton hadn't thought anything of it. Roman sometimes got lost in his work and needed a reminder to take a break.

But then Roman had locked his door and stopped responding to attempts to get him out.

Patton couldn't get into Roman's room, but there was someone who could. Someone who cared about Roman just as much as he did.

Remus.

Taking a few deep breaths, Patton allowed himself to sink down until he reached the Dark Side of the Mindscape.

The Dark Side's living room was empty, luckily. He wanted to find Remus and get out.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be in the cards for him. As Patton headed towards the rooms, Obsession emerged from the kitchen. His eyes widened slightly at seeing Patton before his expression returned to neutral. "Salutations, Patton. What brings you down here?"

"Hi, Obsession. I'm just looking for Remus. I'll be out of your hair in a jiffy."

Obsession tilted his head to the side. "What do you want with Remus?" Patton swallowed harshly. A note of protectiveness shone through in his voice, sending shivers down Patton's spine.

"Uh, there's just some stuff going on with Roman I thought Remus could help with."

Obsession nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I have felt some very strong emotions from him. He is obsessing over something. Not my doing, of course. But it is getting a bit out of hand."

Hearing that from the other Side brought Patton's concern to a new level. "Right. Well, I better get going then." Patton walked away, his footsteps a bit more hurried than before.

The hallway had doors all along the walls, but Remus' was very obvious. He'd painted it black with green octopi tentacles all over it. A neon green R seemed to shine from the middle of the door.

Patton raised his fist to knock, but couldn't help hesitating. He and Remus didn't get along and the fact was Patton could hardly stand him.

But Patton had to do it. Roman needed him and unfortunately, he needed Remus. Putting his hesitance aside, Patton knocked.

The door creaked open, revealing the dark room beyond. Patton stepped forward cautiously. "Hello? You in here, kiddo?"

Patton moved further into the room. As soon as he passed the door, it slammed shut, leaving him in complete darkness. His breathing quickened and his blood ran cold. This had to be Remus messing with him, right?

Gathering up all his courage, Patton shouted, "Remus! This is not the time for this! Something's wrong with Roman."

Immediately, the lights turned on, revealing a bedroom that seemed too normal to belong to Remus. Yet, there Remus stood, almost nose to nose with Patton.

"What is wrong with Ro?" For once, Remus' expression was deadly serious. "What did you do? If you hurt him, I will kill you in the most painful way I can come up with. And I'm a part of creativity. I can come up with many painful ways."

"N-no! I didn't hurt him. He's locked himself in his room and I can't get him out. Obsession says he's become obsessed with something."

"I see. And did Lo-Obsession have anything to do with it?"

"He says he didn't. But that's not the point. Roman has shut down access to his room. I can't get in, but I thought maybe you could?"

Remus nodded vigorously. "Of course I can! RoRo has never been able to lock me out of his room!"

With that, Remus disappeared. Patton took a deep breath, relieved that it had gone well. He sat on Remus' bed and waited for Remus to come back...hopefully with Roman.

Remus did return, with Roman thrown over his shoulder. "Put me down, Remus! I have important work to do!"

"Fine, I'll put you down." Remus dumped Roman on the floor before crossing his arms and staring down at his brother.

Roman righted himself and glared at his brother. "I don't have time to play any of your silly games. I need to get back to work."

"Roman." Patton moved off of Remus' bed to kneel beside his boyfriend. "What has been going on with you? You've been locked in your rooms for days. I've been so worried."

Roman took one look at Patton's concerned face and wilted. "I know and I'm sorry. It's just...I've had this project that's been taking up all of my time and every time I think I've figured it out, a new problem comes up. It's just been so frustrating!"

Before Patton could respond, Remus threw himself onto Roman. "Ro-bro, you didn't need to do this alone. Everyone would have helped you figure out the problems."

"Remus is right. We don't deal with anything alone, Roman. We do this together."

Roman smiled, tears filling his eyes. "Thank you both. I don't know what I'd do without my boyfriend and my brother." He pulled Patton into the hug. "Now I think a Disney marathon is in order. You two in?"

Of course both Patton and Remus said yes.

#sanders sides fanfiction #logan sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #fanfiction #dark side logan #logan as obsession #morality #dark creativity #creativity

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forthedancingandthethriving · 11 months

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"SHIT!" Cookie curses, looking around. "Ugh, that idiot! Doesn't he know what 'stay here' means?!"

Completely ignoring the fact that Bit was only made hours ago, she has her spider legs retract. 6 of her eyes close and disappear, making her seem relatively normal. She pokes her head out of the alleyway before exhaling.

She was going to be looking all day, wasn't she?

The Admin rubbed her temples as she went over what had happened thus far;

She kidnapped Juliano three days ago.

She kidnapped Domain and Forum two days ago.

Spent yesterday setting up the code to bring back her beloved Byte.

Activated it today, but messed up big time, resulting in Bit.

Bit was now missing, and there was a high chance of him being found out.

"Son of a bitch." she curses, quickening her pace. "God, why is Juliano so useless? Useless excuse of a prototype. How can you call yourself the first Avatar when you have such shitty code?"

Cookie shakes her head as she continues to walk, crossing her arms.

She soon stops at the entrance of a showgrounds. Her eyes narrow as a thought strikes her. She walks in, easily weaving through the countless NPCs.

"Once clown, always a clown." she sneers to herself, pushing through the crowd. Soon, she reaches the main area, and her eyes spot Bit immediately. He was talking to..

Oh. Oh no.

He was talking to the manifestation of this universe's Guardians. She could recognize a manifestation code anywhere.

Cookie gnaws on her bottom lip, stepping back as she thought. She had to be very careful about this. No doubt she would be noticed as an Admin, but would the Code know that who she was?

She taps her foot against the ground, listening for anything.

"..and my grandma Emmy.. she hasn't been feeling the best either."

Her eyes widen. Emmy? Who was that?

"Oh? What's happened to her?"

Cookie hesitates before slowly walking forward, weaving through NPCs.

"Domain and Forum.. they were her older brothers, even if they weren't related. They were all she had for 12 years.. and she only only revealed herself to us a few months ago. So for her to lose them so suddenly, just like that.. right after we lost Juliano.."

"I see. I hope she manages to pull through."

Cookie winces. Oh wow. Now she really had to be careful. If she was found out, she'd have whoever this 'Emmy' was after her and-

Wait a minute.

Emmy.

Cookie hastily pulls up a command back and starts scrolling. Could Emmy be a nickname for..? No, no no no. Oh no.

The Admin feels fear grip her as the realization hits.

Emmy was Emulator. The Anamoly that was referred to in logs she had accessed. Apparently, she was the SM64 universe and had come to life upon the activation process.

"I'm so fucked if I'm found out." she whispers.

Shaking her head, she closes the command box. She looks up to see Bit approaching her, but the manifestation of Code was nowhere to be seen.

"Why didn't you stay in the alleyway?" she hisses once he's close.

"I thought you meant to stay in the universe." Bit replies.

"Oh for-! Whatever! Come on." Cookie grabs his wrist, and the two vanish from thin air.

○●○

As Bit sat down on the ground, messing with his still flattened and penny sized hat, Cookie scrolled through her command box.

She had gone through a great deal of trouble collecting all of Byte's memory banks, but she had a majority of them. Not all of them, unfortunately, but all the ones that were important!

"If he can't be brought back, then why are all his memory banks backed up?" she snarks quietly, glancing back at Bit. She shakes her head before opening another command box to access Bit and-

"I am dead! Not big surprise."

She watches with wide eyes as the command box explodes, particles going to the ground.

She pulls up another.

"My main goal is to blow up!"

"When the hell were voice features added?!" Cookie stares as the command box explodes again.

Bit watches with raised eyebrows as she continues to pull up more command boxes to access Bit's code, but it always ends the same. With the command box saying a phrase and then just exploding.

"Ugh! I don't have time for this!" Cookie shouts. She grips the first command box before it disappears.

A new portal opens, and she glares at Bit. "Stay here!" she orders. "I'll be back soon."

With that, she goes through it and it closes behind her, leaving Bit all alone.

He didn't know why.. but he didn't like the silence.

#admin: cookie #fusion: bit #code: lil coding #fractured memories au #!posts!#fanfiction: my writing!

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 1 year

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Power Armor Punch Thirty Eight

Masterlist

Nick: *looking between the man and the little boy* Either you knew at one point personally, doll? *quickly pauses the memory just to get some insight*

Jasmines Thoughts: “Haha, the poor man had no idea who I was. He was just one of those people who had to learn the hard way that I was a human cannon who slingshot everywhere with no regard that I may get hurt...” (Somberly) “The boy... Donovan, or Donny as we all called him… Hehe, my first kiss technically speaking. I’d rather it be him than everyone else, it was an innocent gesture although I did punch him in response. He was such a good friend, very funny and good at doing mocking impressions.”

Nick: *soft smile at the confession before resuming the memory*

Jasmine: (Agilely bolting around the families and kids lining the playground, heading straight for the main play structor with the slides and poles. She goes up the ladder and stairs to reach the biggest slide, but instead of going down it like a normal kid would do, she instead climbs on top of it to access the dome that shades the play structure and scales that instead)

Young Man: (Still watching with wide eyes as he follows Jasmine, wondering why no one else seems to mind that the small girl could fall at any moment from such a high place) “Who’s child is that?!?” (Looks around for anyone that bares a resemblance to the kid but to no avail)

Jasmine: (Braces onto the fake flag at the very top of the dome, looking down at all the other people of the park) “IM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!!!” (With that announcement, she throws up one hand and she does a little showy spin)

Nick: *strides up next to the man without looking at him. Tired dad voice* Unfortunately? Mine... *tired sigh* And I can't do anything to stop her.... *Watching the rambunctious Jas twirl on the pole above the slide recklessly*

Lilac: (Looks up from her sandcastle at her wildcat of a younger sister, blinking casually before returning to her game of princesses and dinosaurs with Cosmos)

Donovan and Jie: (Still swinging in the wind)

Jasmine: (Yelling at the top of her lungs) “WeEeEeEeE!” (Let’s go of the flagpole and runs down the side of the dome, jumping off with her arms swinging about as she lands back onto the earth in a crouched position)

Young Man: (Mumbling) “Good golly…”

Everyone Else: (Still not batting an eye to it all, most didn’t even glance up when she yelled loud to wake up a whole city)

Jasmine: (Shoots back upright with the biggest grin as she pats off any dust off her clothes)

Young Man: (Still staring, completely dumbfounded)

Jasmine: (Notices him staring and she gives a friendly wave) “Hi!”

Young Man: (Awkwardly waves back) “Uh, hi…? Are you-?”

Jasmine: “Yaaaaaaaa!!!!” (And she’s back to running around the playground like a maniac on a sugar high, still swiftly dodging anyone who gets in her way. She sets her sights on the monkey bars next, hoisting herself up with ease and hanging upside down by her knees while swinging in the wind with a fit of giggles)

Nick: I'm surprised she didn't try a flip. *having flashbacks to all the times Lucille's jumped off a roof in her power armor as a "short cut"*

Jasmine: (Jumps down from the monkey bars with a small flip) “Eieeyaaaa!!!!” (She sprints over to the field behind the park and starts doing long lines of flips, cartwheels and summersaults on the plushness of the soft grass. For a six year old, it’s quite impressive and a sight to behold, her feathery feet barely touch the ground while she tumbles about. To end each line of tricks, she does a perfect splits then lifts herself into a handstand position and performs a backflip onto her feet before starting again)

Nick: *starting to think if life had gone differently, she would have been a gymnast*

Jasmine: (Plops onto the ground so she is laying on her back with her curls splattered under her and her face glowing brightly in the sunshine. She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath as another crisp breeze blows over her, not quite tired yet or even breaking a sweat, she just wants to enjoy the peaceful moment. One hand drapes over her stomach while the other toys with the blades of grass and dandelions around her)

Nick: *pauses the memory right there. He hardly sees his daughter like this- carefree, happy, as an actual child... He wants to keep that moment right there in his own memory permanently*

Jasmine: (Just laying there with those sparkling childlike eyes she sometimes gets during a rare moment. Except here it’s always there and rarely leaves, an opposite of today. But still, it’s a sign that under that tangle of darkness the little flower that she is here is still blooming)

Nick: *blinks almost sadly as he continues the memory if there's much left to it*

Jasmine: (Finally gets up and tramples over to the sandpit where Jie and Donovan have joined Lilac and Cosmos)

Lilac: (Eyes her younger sister up and down when she returns from her hyper rush) “You done with your zoomies, Rosie?”

Jasmine: (Nods her head eagerly, still bubbling with energy) “YEAH!!” (Notices that the castle her siblings had made is now squished, making her frown a little and tilt her head) “Oh no, what happened?”

Lilac: (Brushing off Cosmos‘s pants) “He sat on it by accident.”

Jie: (Kneeling in the sandpit, running her hands through the piles of sand) “Poor villagers…”

Donovan: (Nods his head, brushing off a plastic dinosaur that has its paint chipped and deeply faded)

Jasmine: (Sarcastically with much dramatic vocals) “Their lives will forever be deeply cherished and missed in our hearts…” (Bows her head with an overly done sigh, grinning a little)

Donovan: (Also bows his head with the most overly done sigh. He opens his mouth to add a few words to the inside joke, but erupts into a roaring fit of laughter followed by the rest of the older kids)

Cosmos: (Tugs on his sister overalls) “Ro-Ro, I'm hungry…” (It sounds more like he says Woe-Woe in his toddler talk…. Adorable!!)

Jasmine: (Ruffles his hair before turning to Donovan) “Donny, you brought your share, right?”

Donovan: (Picking up the toys he had brought and placing them in a backpack) “Yup.” (Pats his pocket that’s stuffed with dollar bills)

Lilac: (Holds up her purple plastic purse) “And I’ve got ours.”

Jie: (Points to her own pocket) “I have mine!”

Nick: Now what are you kids planning...? *almost a mischievous grin at them discussing what seems to be funds for lunch*

Jasmine: (Snatches Cosmos‘s hand in hers, waving to the other with her free arm) “C’mon guys, let’s go get our food cause it’s a long walk.”

Lilac and Jie: (Join hands with one another before Jie takes Donovan’s hand)

Donovan: (Holds his hand out for Jazzy’s free one)

Jasmine: (Has a mischievous smile as she takes it) “Okay… You may hold my hand, but no surprise kisses this time Donny!” (Squeezes his little hand with hers)

Lilac: (Snorts from her nose and rolls her eyes at her sister)

Jie: (Grins a toothy grin) “Hahaha!”

Cosmos: (Has no idea why they are laughing, but he starts giggling anyways)

Donovan: (Goes cherry red at his cheeks and ears from Jazzy’s teasing. He merely nods his head silently, looking away from her and their joined hands in embarrassment)

Nick: *simply follows the group as they go along for lunch*

Jasmine: (Leads the way from the park, setting their course for their favorite sub joint on the other side of town. The group of kids walk down the streets of their town, politely nodding their heads to anyone who was friendly enough to flash a smile. If a bad egg happened to frown in disgust, they were met with Jas either scowling, or pointing out their rude behavior)

Donovan: (While kicking a rock) “You think we can afford an extra sandwich this time?”

Jie: (Shakes her head) “I don’t think so, I barely brought enough to pay for my share and I might be a few dollars short.”

Lilac: (Kindly) “Sometimes they have a sale, and if we cross our fingers maybe they’ll be nice and give us a discount. Otherwise we can just split it smaller like always. It’s no big deal.”

Jasmine: (Opens her mouth to add something into the conversation, but she suddenly slows down and squints in the distance at something that caught her eye)

Lilac: (Stops and looks at her sister) “Rosie-Posie? What’s the matter?”

Jie and Donovan: (Try to see what she is staring at, but can’t seem to figure it out so they look at each other, then at Jasmine)

Dark Figure: (Peers out from an alleyway of a building at the group from ahead, watching them intently)

Jasmine: (Narrows her eyes and tugs her group towards the road, bringing Jamie protectively to her side and holding Donny’s hand tighter) “Let’s cross here.”

The Kids: (Follow along without a word, holding onto one another tightly while they look both ways and cross)

Dark Figure: (Slinks back into the shadows)

Jasmine: (Watches the alleyway from the corner of her eye when they pass)

Nick: *noticed the figure, as well... he's really hoping that doesn't turn back up in the memory- she's endured enough stress for one lounger session*

Jasmine: (After a few blocks, she relaxes her grip and hold on her friends and siblings, figuring it’s safe now that they are in a busier part of town. Moments like that are just how it is in these parts, good thing she could avoid them)

Cosmos: (Jumping up and down as they walk) “Nooka Coola! Nooka Coola! Nooka Coola!”

Lilac: (Watches her little brother hop up and down like a bunny) “Wait ‘till he finds out there is a whole park dedicated to Nuka Cola.”

Jasmine: “And that it cost an arm and a leg just to go for one day, not including food and all the other stuff.”

Donovan: (Sighs) “Even if we break all our piggybanks and combined all our money, we still wouldn’t be able to go!”

Jie: (Rolls her eyes) “Hector and Damien get to go every year, and they both make sure we get to hear all about it.”

Donovan: (Lets go of Jie’s hand and covers his nose so his voice sounds more nasally) “Hi my name is Dumb-Dumb Damien and this is my annoying butt-headed brother Hector. We are so rich that they let us into the park for free because we are better than everyone else.”

Jasmine: (Crinkles her nose at the mention of those boys) “Yeah well, I betcha that they get mistaken for escaped gorillas whenever they set foot into the safari zone.”

(This promptly sends the group into another rage of childish giggles, the section ending there with all the kids laughing and smiling hand in hand)

Nick: I'd say that's a good enough memory to end off on... *nods up at the sky to give Amari the go ahead, ending the session. He blinks and suddenly he's in the memory den again, he lifts the lid and takes a moment to reorient himself*

Amari: Easy- even with the lightest memories there can be some confusion after the session.

Nick: *nods* Thanks, doc. *slowly getting out of the pod* Might be best to tell her to keep her eyes closed.

Amari: *already opening Jas's pod, instructing her to do so already*

Jasmine: (Immediately shrieks when she is brought back into reality and she crosses her arms over her chest with a knife in hand and her ankles locked together. She keeps her eyes shut while her mind races to process everything that just occurred, her eyes misting a bit from the sweet memories)

Nick: *next to Amari* Hey, Rosie. It's alright... Take a moment to breathe. I'll be right here when you're ready to go.

Jasmine: (Removes her arms from around herself and wipes her eyes with her hands when she hears Nick, opening them to look at him as she trembles) “………” (She suddenly launches from the lounger and grabs onto Nick, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist so she is clinging to him like a koala bear while she sobs something inaudible into his coat)

Nick: *stumbles back a bit but maintains his footing. He hesitates a moment, thrown off by the sudden reaction, then pats her back with his exposed hand* Okay, kiddo. We'll go. *uses his other hand to fish out about 30 caps from his pocket and kind of hands them to Amari* Here. For the trouble.

Amari: Keep it. These sessions are usually, as Hancock says, off the books. Besides it looks like you'll be needing it more for her sake.

Nick: That's awfully kind of you, Amari. *turns away to carry his daughter out the door*

Amari: *nods* Best of luck to you, Nicholas.

Nick: Same to you.

Jasmine: (Buries her face in the collar of his coat while the waves of grief and overwhelming beams of hope from the past memories smack at her. She almost worried that seeing them again would make her hopeless and spiral into despair… but it actually did the opposite in a way) (Quietly) “I love you so much…”

Nick: *warm smile at the teen* Love you too, doll. *rubs her back as they leave the memory den* Oh look, we seem to have gotten a full night's rest- well close to one, anyway. *noticing the hint of orange in the early morning sky*

Lucille: *stirring awake finding Geneveve absent from the room* Hm... I wonder if she left for the bar without me. *lays in bed blinking the sleep from her eyes*

Jasmine: (Quietly crying, but not in a way that’s out of control like earlier) (Softly) “I miss them….”

Nick: I know, doll... I know. *readjusting the bags on his other shoulder as they make their way to the hotel. He's about to go wake up Lucille*

Lucille: *Already very awake and gathering her things*

Jasmine: (Just hums sadly, keeping her eyes closed as she listens to his machinery whirl)

Nick: *Enters the Rexford hotel*

Lucille: *already running down the stairs* Oh- you guys already checked out?

Nick: I was just about to. *reaches in his pocket and tosses Lucille the room keys* But you can do it for us.

Lucille: What about Jas? Won't she need a bed?

Nick: Eh. Figured we're heading out soon. Going to take her by the office above the memory den but I couldn't just walk off with the keys*

Jasmine: (Actually dozing off a little, their conversation barely registering while she dances back on the edge of sleep)

Lucille: Alright. I'll be off to check on Gen. Hope Jas rests well. *starts walking to the reception desk*

Nick: Hope so, too. *walks out of the hotel and makes his way back to the Memory den- he keys in a code on the number pad next to the elevator in the alleyway and strolls right in*

Jasmine: (Let’s go of Nick momentarily so she toss some of her hair out of her face, clinging back to him immediately after she’s done)

Nick: *carries her into the small office with an even smaller bathroom. A ladder is propped up next to a glass door and half of the room are encased by scratched up bullet proof glass windows. He sets her on the black couch near his desk, then the bags, then himself in the rolling chair* Get some rest, doll... we've got a long journey ahead of us after today.

Lucille: *enters the mostly empty Third Rail and hears what sounds like someone singing scales. She walks past Ham and enters the vip area*

Magnolia: Surprisingly decent range for a Gen 2 voice module.

Lucille: So you say, but you're good friends with the famed Nick Valentine. Who's exactly a Gen 2.

Magnolia: He's an outlier, sweetheart.

Lucille: Well it's the same type of voice module- I've checked.

Geneveve: I take it I did well then?

Magnolia: You're a little rough around the edges but with some work, you might be able to cut it on stage.

Lucille: Does that mean-

Magnolia: Yes- but it'll take time. *to the newly hired singer* You should count yourself lucky, Geneveve. You at least have a place to stay in the office over there above the Memory Den while everyone's away.

Lucille: I'll be sure to give you the code to the door.

Geneveve: *covering her mouth giddily. If her eyes could sparkle, they would. Instead they glow a bright purple* This is wonderful. Thank you both for this chance.

Jasmine: (Whimpers and cries out when she feels that her dad is no longer holding her, both of her hands going to cover her teary face in her half sleep) (Mumbling desperately) “Daddy, don’t leave me here please! Don’t leave me alone…” (Rubbing her face while she starts to sob) “Don’t leave me please… I don’t wanna be alone again… Not again.”

Nick: Rosie- Kiddo, I'm not going anywhere. *rests a hand on her shoulder* I'm right here.

Lucille: Well, I'll leave you to the lessons.

Geneveve: Mama...? *suddenly sounds a bit worried*

Lucille: Yes, sweetie?

Geneveve: Please watch yourself out there. I don't want you to die...

Lucille: I will, Gen. I'm tougher than I look. *pulls out her sentry bot helmet and puts it on* Goodbye, you two... *leaves the VIP room*

Geneveve: *softly* Be safe...

Jasmine: (Shifts so she can reach out for his hand and she settles down when she hears his voice under the fogginess, breathing steadily)

Nick: *fishes Winnie out of the bag and hands it to her* Here you are, doll.

Hancock: *runs into Lucille* Word on the street is you're about to head out of town. You gonna be alright out there?

Lucille: Aw. Worried about me, Han?

Hancock: Why wouldn't I be? You're going out there without your power armor.

Lucille: I've survived without it before. I went solo wandering Nuka World that one time, remember?

Hancock: Yeah, after we cleared it out.

Lucille: Hancock, if you're that worried why don't you come with?

Hancock: I would be honored to but I've been away from Goodneighbor too long. She needs her mayor and I don't want people forgetting who runs this place- not in the authoritarian sense of course. Nah- what I'm offering is supplies. Ammo, some stims, and some food. *hands her a bag of caps*

Lucille: Very generous of you, Hancock.

Hancock: Hey, I'm a generous man. *makes a wide grandstanding gesture with his arms*

Lucille: Only problem is- shouldn't this go to the town?

Hancock: Considering I'm fully expecting you to buy from the locals? I'd say it counts.

Jasmine: (Snatches her stuffed bear from him and tucks it under her chin, finally dozing off with the comfort of warm memories wrapped around her and Dad close by)

Nick: *Carefully removes his hand so he can turn around to the type writer*

Jasmine: (Stays perfectly fast asleep, snuggling cutely with Winnie)

Nick: *starts typing up something- a novel it seems*

Lucille: *browsing through the wares at Kleo's shop, considering some stuff for modding. Figures Jas is going to need some armor and better weapons. Maybe a helmet, too. One that hides and protects her face.

Jasmine: (When she’s not wrangling around in her nightmares, she sleeps so motionlessly that one could say she’s dead. You can’t even hear/see that’s she’s actually breathing normally)

Nick: *softly humming the tune of that last lullaby her mother sang to her as he types*

Lucille: *remembers Jas's fighting style and goes for light armor... maybe a gas mask since it hides the face and is fairly light. Gets her a new dagger, too*

Jasmine: (Sleeping peacefully, somewhere deep in her dreams she can hear Nick humming that sweet and precious lullaby, making her feel even more relaxed)

Nick: *just keeps typing away and humming*

Lucille: *pays Kleo and walks over to Daisy's to buy some junk for modifications and food and medicine for the trip*

Jasmine: (Things are looking good for her right now, no nightmares or monsters seem to be on the horizon ready to taunt her already tortured soul. It should be written down as a miracle, really)

Lucille: *comes up the elevator and sets some freshly obtained supplies down for her companions* I have supplies.

Nick: *nods*

Lucille: How's the case going?

Nick: Oddly not much that hints at her being the original Nick's daughter, just a glimmer here and there. However, her family was pretty bad off.

Jasmine: (Still unmoving in her slumber despite there being a new presence in the room)

Nick: Also your father apparently chased her down a second time because she was wandering around town alone as a 9 year old.

Lucille: Wh-

Nick: And she outran him, too.

Lucille: Oh my god... *trying not to laugh*

Nick: Seems funny now but it really stressed her out at the time. He's a pretty intimidating looking man. Detective Rammstein, on the other hand...

Lucille: Detective who...?

Nick: Coworker with your father.

Lucille: Ah.

Jasmine: (Nuzzles closer to her teddy bear)

Nick: *turns away from his novel to talk to his partner* Turns out she's always been a real reckless firecracker with no regard to her safety... sound familiar?

Lucille: Hey, I'm not that reckless-

Nick: *gestures to her leather glove covered synth hand* My former right hand would disagree.

Lucille: *rolls her eyes under her helmet*

Nick: Anyway- she's always been the one to take charge even with someone older present. While living in the slums. It's no wonder she's so stubborn. *scratches at the left side of his head, just above his ear as he looks at his daughter*

Jasmine: (Has her face half hidden behind Winnie’s head with some runaway curls covering her eyes. She sprayed a special perfume on the bear a little while back, a flowery one that her mother had used. Although it’s been awhile, that faint scent is still there)

Nick: How can someone look so sweet asleep but have such a smart mouth...

Lucille: It's always the cute ones. *smirking under the helmet*

Nick: *takes off the Silver Shroud coat and armor, revealing his dingy white dress shirt and suspenders. Drapes the jacket over Jas and tucks the folded Silver scarf under her head gently* I'll give her another hour or so to rest...

Jasmine: (Also snuggles into Nicks coat the moment it’s draped over her, a small beautiful smile blooming on her face under the coils while she continues to slumbers like an angel)

Nick: *turns to the type writer again* Sleep well, doll... *starts to type again*

Jasmine: (She’ll need this rest that’s she’s getting for later, who knows when she can have a good sleep streak like this again)

Lucille: *sits and carefully inspects her Ghoul slaying knife, Stabby*

Nick: *keeps silently typing at his desk*

[An hour passes]

Jasmine: (Slowly stirs awake when her body alerts her it’s time to get up. She peeps open her big brown eyes and moves the curls from her face, looking around with confusion and a little worry until she spots Nick sitting nearby)

Nick: *still typing away*

Lucille: *now cleaning her ripper. Softly to it* There we are... nice and clean...

Jasmine: (Blinks rapidly a few times to help herself wake up, humming softly to let Dad know she’s awake while she rubs her face)

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Trial of the Zora Armor - Epilogue - Revelations at Vah Ruta

Author's Note: I wanted to mention something before this Epilogue began. Both Sidon and Dorephan's quotes that follow Link's request to hear about Mipha are direct quotes from Breath of the Wild. They can be accessed after "The Champions' Ballad" is unlocked by the player prompting Link to ask about Mipha. The opening lines are also a direct quote from the game. They can be accessed by re-defeating Waterblight in "The Champions' Ballad," but are randomly accessed along with four other interactions with Mipha.

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*One Hundred Years Later*

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Link... How much do you remember of what took place between us one hundred years ago?

Do you know why that Zora Armor fits you so perfectly?

His head snapped up. Link looked over both shoulders in expectation of finding someone there. He then looked down at himself, expecting to find the Zora Armor he was not wearing, before remembering that the voice came from deep inside Vah Ruta.

There are many things I hope you will remember, but if you can't recall those memories, I suppose it can't be helped.

As for me... I shall never forget.

Confusion slowly spread through his mind. What happened one hundred years ago that people couldn't stop talking about?

Zelda was important, sure, she was the sole reason this world still existed.

But why was everyone always wanting to talk about her and the Hyrule of one hundred years ago? It made no sense! That world was long gone, its ashes had become this world's new ground. There was no way to bring the Champions of old and their Royal Family back, even he had acclimated to this new world instead of holding onto the past.

Was this world so captivated by that destruction that they lay obsessed? Were the Champions, their surviving family and descendants, and the few Sheikah who were still alive just incapable of letting a kingdom that had died so abruptly go?

Maybe there were still too many pieces of his memory missing. King Dorephan was alive, both now and during that time, perhaps asking him about Mipha and the past would unlock something deep inside him to answer the burning questions he had. He headed down the mountain, then remembered the Shrine inside the Domain and teleported into the heart of the Zora Kingdom.

"My dearest friend! Hello!" A large, red Zora greeted almost as soon as the teleportation was complete. "How lovely of you to visit the Domain even after Vah Ruta has been tamed!"

The visitor wasn't exactly who he wanted to talk to, but he wasn't an enemy face. Sidon might even be able to give him a starting place.

"Sidon." His voice was soft, confused and anguished, as he looked up to meet the Zora's gaze and walked out of the small room. "Tell me about Mipha."

"You wish to speak of my sister? Yes, I am always happy to do so."

This brought a little peace.

"Actually... I recently remembered something, a fuzzy memory from my early childhood. There was a swordsman that came by every so often and spent a considerable amount of time with Mipha. At the time, it felt like he was stealing my sister away from me. I know better now. But... that swordsman... It was you, Link. I am certain of it. I do hope my bluntness has not offended you. Had things gone differently," Sidon trailed, Link felt a new tension bubble up. "You might have been my sister's husband... My brother-in-law... Oh! My apologies. I got carried away and let my imagination run wild. Please forget my childish musings, my friend!"

The apology came too late. The uneasiness that came upon Link whenever Mipha's romantic feelings were mentioned had already struck.

He found himself feeling worse than before. "Alright... thank you, Sidon." Link headed to the throne room as soon as Sidon nodded in acknowledgement. "Your Majesty..." Link bowed deeply, allowing his right leg to become flat on the ground.

"Link... How good it is to see your face. What is on your mind?"

Link cringed, hoping that his question would not devolve into yet another 'You know Mipha loved you, right?' conversation. While most times he could brush off the uneasiness, nod casually or be completely affected, right now he needed a helpful reply. "...Could you tell me about Mipha?"

"Yes, of course you wish to hear about our dear Mipha. I am sure it would bring her peace to know she is on your mind." The king took a deep breath. "Mipha was always kind, from the day she was born. She was equally as kind to her own as she was to complete strangers. When you first took to visiting us, back when you were but a child, she adored you like a brother. However, as you know, Hylians age much faster than us. Eventually you grew so much, she began to look up to you... As Mipha's diary plainly states... it was not long before she developed strong feelings for you. A Zora princess falling in love with a Hylian swordsman... It reminds me of a Zora legend of old. That is why I welcomed the idea of you and Mipha becoming husband and wife. It is a shame you two never had the chance to see what might have been..."

Oh great. Link was starting to lose patience with the only people who remembered him. Maybe Impa would have been a better idea. Or Purah. Or pretty much anyone else. "Mipha's Diary?" He hoped he didn't sound as peeved as he felt.

After all, Dorephan didn't have to discuss his late daughter.

"Ah, of course. Mipha's diary was found just recently. Its discovery brought me much joy. It is on that table over there." Dorephan pointed to a conspicuous table that Link felt stupid for not noticing earlier. "I do not mind if you choose to read it. I am sure Mipha would forgive you anything."

Finally. Something helpful. Link would have to scrunge through all Mipha's romantic-related thoughts about him, but it would be her words and not someone's edited version of them. He went over, trying hard not to appear like he was making a beeline by walking towards the exit and glancing over several times like curiosity was taking over. He flipped it open, scanning through the pages. He could take it all in later when he was feeling better.

Him visiting when he was four... another visit ten years later when he already had the sword... a Ploymus Mountain adventure... oh great, here it all comes...

Link flipped faster until he came upon a retelling of the Zora Legend about the Zora princess falling in love with a Hylian swordsman, a prayer for the princess' courage... and a scribbled out page. Behind that page, another had been torn out. Both seemed so uncharacteristic for Mipha. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a pocket's opening near the spine of the book. Carefully, he pried it open and a multitude of different things fell out.

The first he noticed was the ripped out page.

Link visited the Domain once again. While I am always elated to see him, my heart felt somewhat disturbed. Perhaps this is because Zelda came by only about a week or two ago.

She had seemed a bit nervous as her time here passed, and although the whole reason for her solo trek was to speak with me, she seemed to avoid my gaze.

When the time came that we found a moment to ourselves, she asked me for a blessing. A blessing to propose to Link. At first I thought she was kidding, but just one glance told me she was somberly serious.

Zelda is the future sovereign of all the nations, no other ruler can be given a title that outweighs hers outside their own boundaries, yet she gazed into my eyes as if she hinged on my permission. I cannot understand it.

Of course, I gave the blessing to her. I wish she could see the power of her position in a way where she does not feel the need to grovel, and I wish for her happiness just as much as my own. I have lived for her entire life, I saw with my own eyes how she shut down after the assassination... Within these past two years, she's come back to life. I dare not be the reason that darkness returns.

This... was much different from the Mipha the Zora had been so eager to help him remember. Had the kingdom she left behind altered her words that drastically? Could he even trust what he'd learned about his fallen friends?

I could have turned right around and given the armor to Link before Zelda could get a chance to propose... her relationship with him is illegal, unlike mine. But I didn't. My whole self allowed her to go first.

I guess I didn't expect him to say yes.

Link stumbled back and blinked.

"Oh ho! What did you find, Champion?"

With the paper clutched tight, Link's eyes focused on the Zora king. "I-I was... engaged? T-To Zelda?"

"Mmm, much more than engaged, you two were married."

Link's voice fell apart even more. "M-M-Married? But... she's the princess!"

"As was our dear Mipha. Prior to the Calamity, you and Princess Zelda were happily married. She was even expecting your first child. Ah, how those last months were full of turmoil... but you loved her and the baby dearly... what did you two name them again? Hmmm, let's see..."

Link looked down at the spilled contents of the diary. Had this all been hidden away because it showed he loved Zelda instead of Mipha? And a child? Was there anything about them? He set the ripped page down and scrambled through the remaining papers and pictures. Sure enough, he found a small picture of his wedding. He recognized the spot as what was now the Sand Seal Racing Track. There was Daruk, Mipha, Revali, Urbosa, a female Rito that he didn't quite recognize... and in the middle of the group were him and Zelda. They had hands clasped lovingly, as if they were posing for their own picture in the midst of the rest, and she was wearing the most beautiful dress he'd ever seen. Well, obviously he'd seen it before, but not since his memories were taken. Her head was snuggled up onto his shoulder, his heart began to race as if the picture had been the something he'd been looking for all his life. Link felt every part of his being wanting to cry at the sight. All of a sudden, he felt a burning need to hold her close and feel her warmth. He shoved that picture back into the pocket before it rendered him unable to press through the rest of the material. Maybe he'd come back for it later.

There was another picture attached to yet another paper containing Mipha's handwriting. The picture was of her and Zelda, Link wondered where he would have been. It was clear that Zelda was pregnant, a large, woven embellishment on her otherwise plain white dress curved along with her belly; her hand was gently held at the curving's base. There were deep, dark rings underneath her eyes. How long had it been since she'd slept? Link wondered before reading the attached note.

It's been about a week since the attacks at the Castle. According to travelers, everyone who lived in the Castle returned safely. I am truly relieved to hear such a thing. Zelda is incredibly close to her fifth month... all the recent strain has surely worsened her health. I pray fervently for peace and security to come upon her until her time arrives. I recently received a letter from Link. The baby is doing much better than their mother. He seemed to speak endlessly about how active and strong they have become, it is truly a marvel. I believe he has spoken more since their engagement than he had for the two years prior.

While I am elated for the child's health... hearing such news makes my heart ache for Zelda. She is so weakened by the events of the past month, and carrying the child of Hyrule's strongest knight seems not to offer her much opportunity for rest and recovery. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if she has spent the last week in bed. Link said that she wasn't doing terribly, but the way everything was written hinted that she wasn't quite alright. In response to this, I sent back a letter requesting a council with them both. I have finally decided, along with some guidance from Father, what to do about my armor predicament.

I hope Zelda will be well enough for me to visit.

Beneath the words Link had already read, there was a retelling of how Mipha felt the council went. A familiar feeling rushed through him. A memory was returning.

"No, Zelda!" Link held Zelda's shoulders and legs down onto the bed, she struggled. "Quiet." His voice was hushed, but the tension was still felt. He leaned his body over hers, her right hand curled up against her stomach. The treated bandages that concealed her rash now covered from her knuckles to her mid-forearm.

The footsteps outside grew louder. The door opened and Link lowered his body further.

"Oh!" A soldier was standing there, analyzing the threatened form of his prince. "My deepest apologies for startling you in this uneasy time, Your Highness. Lady Mipha has arrived."

Link retracted his body, looking at Zelda with a worried gaze. Deep, dark bags fell under her eyes, which were duller than normal.

"I suppose we should greet her," Zelda replied. "she did not have to travel all this way." She reached out for Link's hand to pull her upright, then straightened her white dress before heading down.

Mipha glanced up at the small staircase where she heard footsteps, finding gold flats and the trim of a white dress alongside black boots. "Link, Zelda... how good to see you both."

Zelda beamed at seeing the friendly face and quickened her pace. "Mipha!"

The two princesses embraced. "Oh, you look wonderful," Mipha complimented. "even as exhausted as you must be."

"Thank you..."

"How's the little one? Are they still doing well?"

Zelda dipped her head for a single nod. "Yes... they've become very active..."

"You wouldn't believe how hungry they've made her." Link added jokingly.

"Link." She muttered in annoyance. "For such a glutton, why do you tease me so much about my own diet?"

He sighed, rubbing her back. "You know I love you, right?" Link kissed her softly on the cheek.

"I do." She turned back towards Mipha, the hand on her stomach revealing all her child's movements. "How is the Domain?"

"We are all well." Mipha noticed Link's expression flash as he found a daybed and motioned her and Zelda over.

"Thank you for offering to meet us here." Zelda gave into Link's demands and tiredly stretched out on the mattress.

"No worries, I knew Link would not allow you to travel."

"She's still recovering," Link defended. "she doesn't need to be traveling anywhere. Especially if she wants to travel for her birthday."

Mipha only nodded.

"I am looking forward to seeing if the Spring of Wisdom is the key... but I also know, regardless of the outcome, that I will probably be put on rest afterwards until Little Hyrule arrives."

Her loving husband rubbed her side. "It's been a rough pregnancy... for all three of us... and you know if I don't get you on rest now, Rhoam may send you to a Spring after you've started having contractions." He kissed her softly. "I just... don't want you to go into labor early or in a place that's not safe for either of you. "

Seemingly at the mention of childbirth, Zelda winced. "Oooh, that was a strong kick... they haven't ever kicked that hard before..."

Link began rubbing Zelda's stomach. "I bet... but it's a good thing. It means they're getting stronger." As he felt a few more strong kicks, he pulled Zelda's head onto his lap.

"We're getting off topic..." Zelda half-groaned. "My apologies for that... What did you wish to meet with us about?"

Mipha's face flashed with concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine... Little Hyrule's just certainly got their father's strength... and they're already so restless..." She sighed, looking at Link. "I can see why you want me on rest already."

"Here, we'll take you to bed. We can have our council there, I do not mind. I would rather you be comfortable and well than to fulfill all these strict social norms." Mipha helped Zelda get to her feet.

Zelda blinked out her disappointment in herself. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, Zelda..." Mipha insisted before her and Link braced her back and led her to her bedroom where Link laid her in bed, removed her heels and pulled a thin blanket over her. "Any better?" He quickly asked. "Is there anything else you need?"

"...I'm fine, thank you. Really, Link." She waited for him to pull back and sit down. "So, what did you want to discuss?"

Mipha smiled. "Alliance. We are both set to become queens, and our people have been allies for millennia. My father and I would like to reinitiate that alliance, to show we truly value Hyrule for reasons other than tradition."

Zelda beamed. "I would love an alliance with you, Mipha. It would be an honor."

Link nodded too. "We'd love to be allies. I may not know too much about politics and alliances, but I do know the Zora are welcoming and trustworthy people."

"Wonderful! To symbolize our renewed alliance, the Zora Kingdom would love to gift you both Zora armor. Zelda, I will begin yours after Little Hyrule is born. Link, if I could get your measurements..."

"That's easy." He laughed, a welcome release from the tension, before leaning over Zelda's stomach. "Mommy and Daddy are gonna be allies with Auntie Mipha." He whispered to the child and received a loving coo from deep within Zelda's throat.

Zelda suddenly turned towards the door. "Impaaaa!" She screeched without much need, startling Link.

Impa rushed in and bowed. "What is it, Princess?"

The princess smiled softly, resting her bandaged hand on her swollen stomach. "Please inform Father that Prince Link and I have confirmed a formal alliance with Princess Mipha of Zora's Domain."

A soothed smile made its way to Impa's pale complexion. "Of course, Your Highness! May the alliance with the Zora be forever admirable." She headed back out.

Link rubbed the back of his neck. "Warn me before the royal shrieking starts next time, alright, dear?"

She nodded. "Alright."

Link felt himself return to reality. "Little Hyrule." He muttered first.

"What did you say?"

"Little Hyrule. We named them Little Hyrule."

"Ah, yes! That's what it was! Now that I think about it... I believe Mipha mentioned that you had already chosen an official name for a daughter... but I cannot remember what... anyways, I've told you all that I can, and I hope it helps even in the slightest."

"You were very helpful, thank you so much, King Dorephan."

"Of course! Let me know if there's anything I can do."

Link stepped out of the throne room, then teleported back to Vah Ruta to think upon everything he'd just uncovered. Upon arriving, he sat down in Ruta's shadow and looked up at the Divine Beast. "I remember, Mipha..." He whispered after some time had passed. "I don't remember everything... but I remember enough."

"M-Master Link?" A soft voice called. "Is that you?"

Link whipped his head around to discover a young Sheikah woman who was a whole head taller than he was. "Paya? Why are you here?"

"Grandmother had a strange feeling yesterday. She sent me here, to the Divine Beast Vah Ruta, and told me that you'd be in need of me by the time I arrived."

"Dorephan told me everything..."

"Everything, Master Link?"

His breath hitched. "About Mipha... and Zelda..." A long pause followed. "...Paya?" His voice was tiny and small. "Did I really have a child?"

"...Y-Yes, Master Link. When the Great Calamity struck, Princess Zelda was five months pregnant. According to Grandmother, and even Father when he was still around, she always looked further along than she ever was. Oftentimes, she was mistaken to be seven months pregnant by her own servants."

Link cringed. "Are... are they alright?"

"As far as I know. The Sheikah have told stories about her for almost one hundred years now. She is regarded as a legend outside of Kakariko, and Hateno tells her story as such, but everything I tell you actually occurred to the Sheikah head family. If you are ready to hear, of course."

"Please ." His voice sounded insistent, desperate.

"It started about fifteen years after the Calamity. Father had just been born and the surviving Sheikah celebrated the return of life. Later in the evening, Princess Zelda appeared. She was illuminated with holy light and bore a soft, weary smile on her face. One of her hands tucked neatly at the bottom of her stomach with the other held out gently. Auntie Purah, who had come to celebrate the birth, called out to her. The Princess softly spoke "Purah... how good to see you again." and the whole house shook at the sound of her ever-soft voice. She approached Father's crib, looking in with a warmth that only a mother could possess. Although most memories of our first years of life are forgotten, Father distinctly remembered her voice. "Hello, little one." She greeted softly. "You've come along at a beautiful time." Her words were true, the Age of Burning Fields was coming to a close. The Calamity was long over." Paya's hands tightened as the poignant story continued. "Princess Zelda looked up at Grandmother, a deep loving gaze that requested to hold the newborn. Grandmother readily accepted and Zelda tried to pick Father up. However, her figure kept passing through him like she was nothing but air. Eventually, Father was bothered enough to cry. Princess Zelda stumbled back, her light seeming to flicker, before she cried out "I'm sorry..." before turning around and running through the door. A Hylian traveler discovered her sobbing at the cemetery just outside our village, and ever since the whole world has believed that she died right by your side on the Blatchery Plain. A legend soon was written that you both sacrificed yourselves for each other and succumbed to your wounds side by side. They believed that she had been buried in the Kakariko cemetery because her actions prior to the Calamity had barred her from being buried with her holy ancestors. The legend did not specify where you were buried, but I assume they expected you to either be enshrined like the ancient monks or buried alongside your princess." She paused the story for a second to see Link beginning to cry. "Master Link? What has upset you?"

"...She's dead? Zelda and our baby are dead?" Once he got the words out, the tears came flowing.

Paya placed an arm around him, getting a sudden rush of nervousness for being so close to him and for producing a somewhat romantic gesture while knowing he was married to her princess. "That is just a legend the people crafted to explain the Calamity's events. Princess Zelda is very much alive, and so is Zelda Ivee."

Link snorted through his tears. "Zelda Ivee?"

"I know you don't remember, but that was the name you both chose one hundred years ago for your child should they turn out to be female. And during the Calamity, about an hour or so after your death, that is just what the Princess discovered. We Sheikah did not learn so until about forty years later, when she returned to us."

Link blinked. He had a daughter! Would she look like her mom? Would she look like him? Was she strong? Would she turn out clever? ...Did she remember him even after all these years? ...Did she even know he was her dad?

"Father was just about twenty-five when she returned. She came in through the door, literally through the door. They didn't necessarily notice her until she gasped in pain and sounded this stunningly loud groan. The entire family whipped their heads around and saw her somewhat hunched over her stomach, glancing down at it. Father rushed over to her, recognizing her enough to call her 'Princess,' and tried to escort her to what is now my room. According to Grandmother, she was great with child. She looked like she was going to deliver any moment. Father was convinced she'd just gone into labor. He gently put a hand on her stomach, softly telling her she would be taken care of and that she just needed to focus on birthing her baby. Princess Zelda chuckled a little, and told him she wasn't in labor. She waved her hand over her stomach so he could see the little princess fighting, thrashing even, inside her. " We're here... in Hyrule Castle. For all these years we've been fighting... but I'm starting to grow weary... Please... keep an eye on Link for me. Tell him we're okay... but we need him to come to our aid..." She looked down at her unborn baby with a gentle, soothing gaze. "She's got her father's strength... She's been quite a blessing in this battle... but I hope she stays in. The Castle is no place to deliver her as it is now." After that encounter, the Sheikah began to make pilgrimages to the Spring of Wisdom to pay respects to the Princess. Because of Nayru's decree, a Sheikah cannot ascend Mount Lanayru until their seventeenth birthday, so any younger than that go no further than the Lanayru Promenade. Every year, on the anniversary of the Calamity, the Sheikah would gather in these two places to pay tribute as she lamented for the lost souls from her place upon Mount Lanayru's peak. Now that the number of Sheikah who remember Zelda has diminished, only the head family and their inner circle head to the peak. Lasli's grandmother often comes with us." She sighed. "Father was targeted by the Yiga ever since the first encounter. They believed he was blessed by her. When he was killed by the Yiga, Grandmother decided that no one could go out at night. Only I do so to tend to the deities and Goddess Statue. Princess Zelda is very much alive. Her power is still extraordinary in those who know this. The Yiga keep tabs on her, targeting everyone who seems to receive her blessings... they don't want your child born. If Zelda never has a child, then the bloodline never continues and Ganon will be guaranteed a victory the next time he revives."

Link held his legs and tried not to cry. All this time, he had a wife and child! They were dying inside the Castle while he fooled around doing whatever.

"I believe you will save them, Link. Grandmother believes with all her being. Zelda knows you will save her. That is why she still fights. She knows it will be some time before you are able to fight Ganon, and she is willing to hold out until then."

Link dried his eyes and nodded, standing up to look directly at Vah Ruta.

He had needed to know who he was ever since first hearing Zelda's voice in the Shrine of Resurrection. It had been one of his most important goals, he needed to know but also wasn't sure if he was ready to remember. But he remembered now. Who Zelda was, to the Kingdom and to him, what Mipha was alluding to, and why he had not received the armor one hundred years ago. He remembered why he was strangely at peace in Hateno and why he was always drawn to the children there... and why he felt a small burning inside when he saw them return to their parents.

Hyrule's fate had been sealed by tradition. But it was also tradition that allowed him, Zelda, the late Champions and every survivor of the Calamity to make their mark, though it often required a tradition to be repurposed.

Mipha was gone, as was the past in which she was his political ally and closest friend, but her memory remained even throughout the trials; giving him the strength to fight for what he could save... Princess Zelda, Little Hyrule and the survivors who still believed them dead.

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okay, hELLO MISS JELLI. WE NEED TO DISCUSS THE COLLEGE AU PART 2? THAT I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT. AND PLS ADD ME TO YOUR FOREVER TAGLIST.

that description of namjoon being an excellent student and being amazed by y/n… my heart :(

He briefly wondered if you'd been introduced to Jimin yet, because you both seem to be cut from the same flirty cloth.

i love this AHAHAHAHA

[…] intimated by me? He thought nervously, chewing his lip, any focus on his work gone.

:((((((((((

He heard on numerous occasions that people were scared to talk to him at first, scared off by his height or the deepness of his voice, or the sterness of his expression when he was serious.

woooof wooof

A D-minus? Namjoon rechecked all the answers, making sure he had correctly compared them with yours. Yup, you'd absolutely flunked this test, something completely new for you as far as he had seen.

is she sad bc of jk? :(

You had absolutely despised Kim Namjoon.

oh? :(

Do you know how absolutely demoralizing it is to bust your ass in a class to get the top grade only for the teacher to tell you that you were almost as smart as a student they had three years ago?

aaah…

You hadn't talked to them yourself besides Jungkook, but if they were anything like him, then all they did was look good and run through girls like it was a marathon.

oh she mad mad

You weren't struggling with the class, you just didn't get a chance to study as much as you should've because you were you were crying your eyes out a couple nights before and then got your back blown out.

i was pouting and then choked bc of that last sentence SJAJAJHDSHUHA

This was going to be horrible, you were sure of it, no matter how much you studied you'd never like organic chemistry…

NO ONE LIKES IT.

"Mm, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he hummed after you wrote down an equation.

This girl is about to snap, I can feel it

Namjoon scoffed, watching you really pack up to leave because you couldn't handle being wrong. "Wow. I thought we were both grown up but it seems like you're just going to throw a fit because you can't get your way."

OH LORDDDD

"No? It seems like you're getting cranky. Did baby miss her nap?" He teased, mocking the way you acting. Between your cute pout and the adorable wrinkle on your nose, you really did seem like a baby throwing a tantrum.

this motherfucker-

And despite himself, he wondered how you react if he took the teasing down a different route.

hehehehe

"Fine. I'll admit your attractive, everyone knows that. But what are you going to do about it? All you've done so far is stare at me like a perv. You're not going to make a move on me, because you probably can't back up everything the rumors say." You said, baiting him. How long would it take him to snap?

"You think I can't?" He asked.

"Prove it." You said.

brb, on my way to get my back blown out-

As he licked into your mouth, he wrapped a hand around your neck, a gentle pressure with the threat of more force behind it. He winded his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back for more access.

SIR? this is a mcdonald's drive through!!!!!1

While you were still moving your hair out of your face, he pulled your legs up, ripping your skirt off your bottom half.

BUT WHY

"Please, daddy, I need it," you whined out without thinking, no longer thinking about the sounds leaving your lips. Namjoon, however, couldn't focus on anything but the melodious sound of your voice, stopping all movement with a jolt. He couldn't have heard you right…

Y/N!!!!!!!! OH DEAR GOD OH HE IS A DADDY

"Daddy's going to take good care of you." And with that, he pushed in, the wetness of your heat easily sucking him in deep.

I will need 52 business weeks to recover.

"If you wanna come," he said, a smirk tilting to his lips. "You know what to say."

?!!!!!!!

"That's a good girl." He practically growled, leaning back in and pumping into you with an even fiercer tempo than before, quickly bringing you back up to your high and fucking more moans out of you, getting louder and louder as you got closer to your release.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

thank you for continuing to produce masterpiecess<3

PLS THE SPONGEBOB PICTURE IM ACC GOING TO STEAL THAT

Also wasn't expecting to get my words thrown back in my face at eight o clock in the evening but okay,, of course ill add you the taglist

I'm glad you liked it!! I was actually really nervous about this, I feel like my writing is already getting stale 😭 but I really like college au,, its one of the projects that I just kinda treat myself with even though no one really asks for updates on it or anything,, I just like the concept of it so much,, like kinda bratty mc but everyone adores her even if they're a little intimidated and the boys think she's cute when she acts fiesty,, it's truly my fantasy comfort fic but I have to write it myself 😭

anyways thank you, you have motivated me to finish writing my next chapter 🙏

#thanks for the ask!#kookstempo #taglist

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six-of-brides · 2 years

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Wretched and Divine: Days Are Numbered

Destroyer

My legs feel like they’re about ten seconds from giving out and my heart feels like it’s going to eject itself from my body. Despite this, I can’t stop moving.

"By my calculations, we're almost there." Prophet announces, sounding a little woozy from the sleeping chemicals still in his body.

We’re moving at the fastest and most diligent pace possible because we are dealing with an absolute nightmare, because Mystic is gone, we don't know if he's even alive, Mourner is unconsolable, no one knows if Mystic is even alive anymore.

"Mystic-Mystic could be DEAD right now!" Mourner's voice is barely audible

We’re on our way to the building where he’s being held right now. All of us look to Prophet for updates occasionally but we’re trying to get there quickly without the distraction of having to stop for updates on the situation.

"Soooo….where are we trying to go?" Savior asks.

"Where…where the solar device was."

""How the fuck do you know that? You're not even using your powers! We could be going to the wrong building! Oh, you just randomly have the route memorized, don't you?"

Mourner seems to realize exactly who he sounds like a second after he talks.

Prophet turns around, showing the map that he’s been using. "Considering that I’ve been consulting this map for the past hour, yes. Yes I have!”

Mystic is alive for now but could very well wind up dying if we don’t act fast enough.

“Oh, umm.. I’-”

“Don’t bother.” Prophet says.

They'll kill him in the most brutal way they can think of if he doesn't talk, and I…we are trying to get there before that happens.

Despite the fact that we have to get there quickly, that’s not…exactly happening. Everyone is scared, and that's slowing us down. Prophet doesn’t have full access to his ability to figure out everything going on because of his head injury. I’m trying to tend to him to make sure he’s okay. Meanwhile Savior is sticking with Mourner.

“Mourner, you have to keep going. Hang onto me, you have to keep walking if we want to have a shot at getting Mystic back alive.”

“He’s probably dead by now!”

Mourner, to put it gently, is taking this situation horrifically, and it's heartbreaking to watch.

"Mourner, FEAR is going to torture him as long as they can. They likely didn't kill him the second they captured him. There's a good chance that he's still alive."

He and Mystic have been in love for the longest time, and, despite Savior's reassurances, there’s a chance that he may never see him again.

"No. No, they've killed him, I'm sure of it. I just want to kill those bastards."

Their last interaction was the worst argument they ever had, and Mourner is regretting every mean thing he said.

He’s completely inconsolable. He’s threatening to kill whoever did this, and Savior has to keep him physically restrained so he doesn’t run off and start killing people. I want to tell him that we can get Mystic back alive and in one piece, but I can’t even bring myself to do that right because honestly I don’t know if that’s actually true.

"How long does it take to boil someone's skin off? Destroyer, do you know if there are spears in this building?"

"Dude, we saw them when we grabbed the solar machine, remember? You and Mystic-"

"I'm never seeing him again, aren't I?"

I’ve known Mourner for years and I’m terrified.

"How quiet can I be in the hallways. Their sight can't be that excellent, but what if-"

I’ve never seen him like this before and hope I never have to see him like this again.

"Mourner, this is honestly getting a little freaky."

Well, he did scream at Deviant. But this feels different.

"How hard do I need to push to stab someone's eye out."

While seeing him behave like this is mortifying, it’s completely justified. I actually do hope he does kill the bastards that took Mystic. That being said I also hope he holds it together long enough for him to do that. He’s barely keeping it together as is right now. I’m surprised he hasn’t collapsed.

For the duration of the time we’ve been moving towards our destination, he’s been carrying that letter that was left by Mystic’s captors. I walk towards him to try and take it before his hands explode.

"Mourner, can I please-"

"No. No you may not."

His hands are shaky and yet he’s still clutching that letter so hard that it’s starting to get wrinkled, reading it over and over again, glaring at anyone who even glances at him in a way that might suggest that they want him to put it down.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill every single one of them,” He mutters, gritting his teeth as he clenches the note in his fist. He once again continues to go into detail about how he’s going to torture them, making their deaths a hundred times worse than anything they do to Mystic.

"Mourner, I really don't want you harming yourself with revenge." Prophet says, still looking at the map."

"Like you've ever been in love!"

Everyone goes silent and stops moving. Mourner realizes what he said and looks absolutely mortified at himself.

"What did you say?"

"I-"

"You two, stop it." I say. "Mourner, we all get what's happening. But Prophet's right, you can't get yourself killed over this. Mystic-"

Suddenly, just as I thought would be bound to happen eventually, Mourner falls to his knees, screaming at the top of his lungs. Savior runs to his side, encouraging him to get up, telling him that we have to keep going in order to save Mystic.

“Don’t play with me like that. He’s gone. He’ll be dead in no time, he’s never coming back. He’s fucking gone. And…I loved him. So much." For a split second, my mind goes “at least he finally admits it”, but that’s a quick passing thing before I remember how serious this is.

"God, finally." Prophet mutters.

"Now's not the time." I say.

Savior is trying to console him again, but I know it’s no use. So, I gently move him aside and grab Mourner by the shoulders. “Pull yourself together!”

"Destroyer, I appreciate the effort, but that isn't going to work." Savior looks at Mourner.

"Dude, I understand what's going on in that head of yours. But we need to get Mystic. At the very least, just for the burial. And there’s a chance he’s still alive, but we need to hurry.”

“What-what if he’s not?” Mourner says, and it’s only then that I realize there are tears in his eyes.

“Then kill those bastards in his memory.”

As soon as he hears that, he gets up and keeps moving, this time a little faster than before. I feel horrific for both him and Mystic. God only knows what Mystic is going through right now.

I too am worried about Mystic right now. What’s worse is that I know how FEAR treats people. I watched as they got increasingly worse with the way they treated prisoners, and I don’t know how much worse it could be now. They could be destroying Mystic’s body and mind in a way that will render him unable to function if he ever manages to get out. Hell, part of my own trauma comes from just witnessing some of the things that were done to people by FEAR.

My ex dragged me everywhere with him because he wanted to limit my chances of escape as much as possible. The memories flood and cloud my mind as I start to relive one in particular…

You have to do something!

As I sit back and force myself to watch what is unfolding in front of me, I bite my tongue to prevent some form of protest against it. They’re torturing a captured rebel to get information out of them. They’ve been shocking, burning, suffocating, and even waterboarding this person in efforts to get out some form of information and yet they’ve heard nothing.

I know how wrong this is. This is one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever seen. And yet, I have to bite my tongue and sit still.

“Do you want me to put your head underwater again?”

If my boyfriend sees me trying to speak up for this person, he’ll kill me without hesitation. He is the only person I truly have any contact with, if he kills me, no one will ever look for me and my death will mean nothing.

“Get out of here, get out of here. You need to get out of this hellhole.”

The only thing that keeps me going is the idea in my head that I will escape someday. I’ll get out and be able to fight against everyone like him, who torments people without the slightest ounce of remorse or empathy. But for now, I’m trapped in this never-ending hell cycle, and it seems to just be worsening.

At the moment I’m terrified for the person they’re torturing. They’re going to electrocute them to death if they keep it up. They started small, like they always do. This person wouldn’t break, so they’re trying to shock them now. Each shock is more intense than the last, until they either get electrocuted or they talk.

“How much more voltage do we have?” One of them calls out.

“200 more! Let's use them all.”

Every part of my heart wants me to talk them out of shocking this person to death, but I know that will lead to me getting seriously hurt or worse. But I can’t just stand by and watch this happen.

“That will take forever to load!”

“Yes, but it’ll kill him if he doesn’t talk!”

“Alright then.” The man looks at his victim with a sinister grin.

Now that I’m out of there, I can stop this. I know exactly how to cut off power to this entire building when they’re doing this. I remember exactly where the switch is, I just need to not get caught.

I look around at everyone else watching this. Their eyes are completely focused on the person they’re torturing. If I want to run, the time is now. Without bothering to look again, I make a run for it. Not a single one notices me running out of the room.

As I run through the hallway to get it, my legs start feeling weak and heavy. But I don’t stop. I can save this person if I manage to get this done. Walking into the room where it’s located, I turn it on and try to figure out where I should point it so I don’t get shocked.

Then I hear voices from behind me. I recognize the voices, they’re two of my boyfriend’s closest coworkers. They’ll absolutely rat me out if they see me here, doing this. Well, I guess that means I have no other choice. After all, this shouldn’t kill them, right?

Hoping for the best, I jump to the side and crouch down behind a wall. I don’t think they would look back here, but I never truly know.

Aiming the device in their direction, it shocks the two of them right as they walk into the room. They get shocked enough for them to both be knocked unconscious. They won’t say anything, but the sound of them falling was loud. Within seconds, I hear footsteps running through the hallway, rapidly moving closer to me.

I’m fucked. I’m absolutely done for. He’s going to see what I did and he’s going to kill me, and I’ll never be able to get out of here.

“This was going to happen sooner or later, Samuel. You know that.”

A few of the officials outside in the hallway start yelling at each other, saying that their prisoner got away. That means I did it, I got them out of there. But will there be a cost to that? I know it isn’t safe for me to come out. That and the fact that if I don’t come up with an explanation as to why I was out, I’m going to be beaten to a bloody pulp tonight.

Before I can think of anything, I hear loud bangs. Gunshots. They’re shooting at each other. I quickly cover my ears and close my eyes. I just wish this would all end. I hope every single one of these motherfuckers dies a slow and painful death, and maybe they will with this gunfight out here.

Suddenly, the gunshots stop, and for another split second, I feel at peace. “Maybe my boyfriend got shot” I think to myself. But when I hear his voice, I realize it isn’t true. “Where is he?” He’s yelling, and I can tell he must be foaming at the mouth.

My heart starts going crazy again and I feel sick to my stomach, but I know that if there’s any time to come out, it’s now, because if he hunts me down and finds me hiding, he’ll be angrier. So, I walk out from behind the wall.

“Where were you?” He growls as he picks me by the shoulders. “I had to use the bathroom, I took cover when I heard the gunshots.” He still looks pissed but I think he believed me for once. He just drops me down and grabs me by the wrist, dragging me back to where this torture session was taking place.

I shudder as I see the bodies on the floor in the hallway, eventually closing my eyes because I can’t bear to see any more of this madness. We get back in the room and they continue yelling at each other, each one asking the other how they could have let them get away. I have to cover my ears again, but it’s worth it knowing that they got free.

“Destroyer! Destroyer!” I snap back to reality to find myself on the ground. Prophet is yelling my name, I can tell he’s been trying to get my attention for a while. I sit up, and he asks me what happened. “I couldn't keep memories from resurfacing. This all reminds me so much of my ex.” Prophet helps me up, and I start trying to fix my breathing as we continue moving.

“I did it. I actually did it.” I whisper to myself. Maybe I’ll do the same one day…

I don’t know if I would be able to live with myself knowing that Mystic went through the same things that happened to people there and died of it. As is, I can't bring myself to think about what he could be going through at this exact moment without reliving every hellish moment stuck next to him.

Prophet has his arm around me, pushing me to keep going.

“What are you thinking about right now?” Prophet asks. He knows how this is for me, he’s walked me through flashbacks countless times. But this is a different situation for all of us. It’s difficult to convince anyone that we’ll be fine when nothing is certain.

“Just-oh god, it’s not going to be pretty when we get to Mystic. If there are burn or shock marks on him, I won’t be surprised.”

With what just happened, I can’t help but feel ashamed for wasting time. I have no clue how much time we have left before Mystic winds up dead. A week? A few days? Hours? Minutes even? Is he dying right now? I have no way of knowing, and Prophet isn’t in the proper state to conjure that information.

“I can try to get more information, but..I don’t know, I’m really tired right now. Still.”

While we’re getting closer to our destination now, I have no clue how long it will be until we get there, nor do I have any idea as to even if we have that much time left. What I do know if that sometimes it took them weeks to torture prisoners.

“So..we might actually have some time.” I try to reassure myself.

Other times they decided it wasn’t worth it and would just execute them after a few hours.

For all I know, they could have learned a faster way to do these things. By the end of my time there, they were already doing that. So by my calculations, we only have a few days at most, and it's definitely going to take more than one day to get there. But this is something we absolutely need to do, and we need to do it fast, because our days are numbered…

Prophet

We’re almost there, no more than a mile left until we get where we’re going, but I don’t know how much longer I can last. I’m dizzy and my feet are killing me. I know I’m weaker than usual because of my injury, and it’s stressing me out more than I ever could have imagined.

I’m starting to get my clarity back, and from what I can make out in my mind, we only have hours left to save him. How many hours we have left…I don’t know. We need to hurry.

“Can you see anything now?” Destroyer asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Any visions? Are we going in the right place? Are there officials waiting for us at the gate? Are we going to make it in time?”

“We’re going in the right place, at least I know that for certain now. As for the others-”

“Oh, he’s dead now, I can just feel it.” Mourner says.

“Mourner, we don’t know that. And if you can, please try to imagine that Mystic is still alive."

Even with the urgency, it feels like we can’t be urgent about this. Mourner finally admitted that he’s in love with Mystic and is grieving him already. We had to stop and calm him down. He’s going to wind up killing someone, I already know that much. Maybe multiple people. And while I hope he does, he needs to control himself for the time being so we can actually get to a spot where we can find Mystic and get him out.

"I'll try. But if we find him dead, don't say I didn't warn you."

"We won't." Savior gently responds.

Destroyer and I have been walking together while Savior is practically restraining Mourner at this point so he doesn’t run off and kill the first person he finds. I can see it in his eyes, he’s out for blood and is going to unleash that bloodlust on the first person he sees who isn’t one of us.

As I look out into the distance, I can now see the building where Mystic is on the horizon. When I see it, I point it out.

“We’re almost there.”

“Great. When we get there, can I unleash Mourner?”

Savior grunts, still struggling to hold Mourner, who is definitely looking to kill at this point. Murder seems to be the only thing on his mind.

When we’re finally close enough to be under the building’s shadow, Savior lets Mourner go. Mourner then runs off to go under the building. We’re going exactly the way we did when we were getting their solar device, so he knows where to go, but the problem is that he’s going to try and kill those officials…himself.

We follow him, and I start looking for the route we took last time. I know Mystics being held somewhere different, it’s the same building and it can’t be too far off. What I’m more concerned about than finding the room itself is making sure we contain Mourner while we look for it. If he strays too far, he’ll get us caught, and if he gets captured trying to kill someone in FEAR, we’re all screwed.

Destroyer runs after Mourner, taking him by the wrist and bringing him back to us.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“Do you want to be caught by the officials? We need all hands on deck if we have any hope of finding Mystic, dead or alive! You think that FEAR officials won’t burn Mystic if they know we’re in the building?”

That calms him down in an instant. I guess the best thing to do in this scenario is to remind him why he’s so angry in the first place. He’s losing control of himself. And that will put Mystic in even more danger.

When Mourner is once again under control, we start moving out of the tunnel underneath the building and start getting into the hallways. They’re pretty dark right now, this part of the building must be vacant. The FEAR officials are probably all busy in one spot.

“I’m going to kill all of them,” Mourner whispers to himself, still having to be restrained, now by both Savior and Destroyer. I’m starting to worry that they both won’t be able to hold him once we either find Mystic or see anyone related to FEAR. Either way, I know he’s not walking out of here without being covered head to toe in someone else’s blood, and it’s just a matter of time until he snaps and runs off.

While I do know the structure of this building to some degree, I don’t know which rooms could be torture chambers. They’re definitely going to want something out of him, no doubt about that. He’s one of the highest ranked members of the Wild Ones, of course they’re going to look for all the information they can get.

“Prophet, the torture chambers are on the far edge of the hall and to the left.” Destroyer says, immediately regretting that decision because then Mourner becomes even harder to contain.

At this point I’m worried about the state we might find him in. Even if he is alive, this could be destroying him, both physically and mentally. The torture FEAR puts their prisoners through is notoriously so agonizing that many don’t survive, and the ones who do remain scarred and traumatized for the remainder of their lives. I can hope that doesn’t happen to Mystic, but if we’re being completely honest, he could very well be in that exact state and we need to be prepared for that.

“Do you think he’ll be brainwashed?” Savior asks.

“No.” We all reply in unison

“He’d kill himself before they’d do that.” Mourner says.

The more we move, the more my heart starts to pound. I have no idea what’s going on in the rooms behind these doors at this point, and I can only try to make assumptions, but it could be worse than I think. I know they come up with new ways to get people to talk every day, and they want Mystic to talk as much as possible, so they’ll do whatever it takes.

Up to this point, the hallways have been completely silent, but that changes when a pained, ear-piercing scream echoes through the hallway. As soon as we hear it, Mourner takes off running.

"Oh my god, If I find Mystic dead…"

Destroyer tries to go after him, but by the time Destroyer can even reach the speed Mourner took off at, Mourner is long gone. Great. Now Mourner is gone and I have no clue where he’s going.

"That ..that did sound unnervingly like Mystic." Destroyer says after a while.

"Should we just follow the screams?" Savior asks.

But what I do know is that the three of us still here have to keep going, or else Mystic is dead.

"I…I don't know."

But at this moment, that seems to be a logical option.

"You know what, one of us probably should follow them."

"I'll do it." Destroyer says. I reach into my bag and grab a dagger.

"You'll need this."

"Thank you." He says as he rushes off.

While Mourner running off definitely wasn’t what we needed right now, my instincts are telling me that he will be fine and that we don’t have to go after him. He can do whatever he’s doing right now, but we have to get Mystic. He could be anywhere, so finding him could take a while.

We can’t waste a single second.

“How many people do you think he’ll kill?” savior asks, sounding a little frightened.

“Everyone he can get his hands on. He’s going to have a lot of blood on him.”

“And you aren't going to go after him?"

"My gut is telling me he'll be fine. Savior, check the weapons rooms. Mystic's likely not in there, but some officials will probably be in there at some point. Follow them as closely as you can, don't get caught."

As we search the rooms throughout the hallways, the screams continue and make me feel sick to my stomach. I can only hope that it isn't Mystic. The idea that he’s being tortured right now makes me feel physically ill, but at least it would mean he’s still alive. But I have to ignore that to focus on the matter at hand. If we don’t find Mystic within the next few hours, we’re all fucked…

Mystic

My vision is blurry as I open my eyes. The room feels like it’s spinning. The taste of metal is strong in my mouth. I have no idea where I am, but I know my surroundings are grey, almost stone looking. I don’t remember what happened or why I’m here, but I know wherever I am, I shouldn’t be.

Suddenly, everything hits me at once. The memories start to flood back as I remember my fight with Mourner, going back to my tent in tears, wanting to see Mourner again, the storm blowing everything away, and then getting grabbed and knocked out. That’s when I realize the metallic taste is blood. Looking at my clothes confirms that realization, some of the blood dripped onto me.

As I try to wipe the blood off with my arm, I hear footsteps approaching me. Immediately, I start to panic.

"No no no. If there's something up there, please save me! Mourner, I know you can't hear this, but please save me from this hell!"

My chest is tightening, my throat is closing, I feel like I’m choking on the air. I’m done for. I’m never making it out of here. I guess I can kiss my chance to apologize to Mourner goodbye.

Looking up at my captors, I see that their faces are bearing sinister smiles. Seeing their faces sends chills down my spine.

"Decided not to wear your masks, I see. Somehow you look even more like the devil without them on."

"Shut. Up."

I have no clue what they plan on doing to me, but I know that I have to be strong. Whatever they ask of me, whatever they tell me to do, I will refuse. They are getting nothing from me. I will not betray my people, even if it kills me.

Two of them pick me up and take me out of the room I’m in.

"Let go of me!" I struggle against the chains, but it doesn't work.

"You think we're gonna obey your weeping? God, you're pathetic."

They then take me across the hallway, into a room that absolutely reeks of blood and something burning. At this point, my heart is pounding directly in my ears, my legs are shaking so badly that if I wasn’t being carried I would have fallen, and I’m starting to hyperventilate.

"Look at this weakling. How did you survive out in the desert, with this fragile disposition."

Despite this, one thought and one thought only is going through my mind: Tell them nothing. Tell them nothing, even if it kills you. It is better to be a dead man than to be a traitor to the only people who have ever cared for you.

They force me into a kneeling position in front of them. Then one of them cuts my clothes right off of me until my back is exposed. Another one grabs my hair and forces me to look at him. Then he starts to question me. “Do you know why you’re here?” I keep my mouth shut. I don’t even look him in the eyes.

Suddenly I feel a terrible stinging pain on my back as the sound of a whip cracking my back assaults my ears. The pain is unbearable, but I bite my tongue to keep from crying out. I refuse to give these sick bastards the pleasure of hearing a sound from me.

"Maybe he's stronger than you thought." One of them says. I’m not going to say anything, just as I said. I would rather die than give them the answers they’re looking for.

"Just you wait. He'll crack. They always do."

Part of me wants to look down just so I can piss them off more, but I know that I’m not going to benefit from looking down, it’s only going to get me more unnecessary pain. So, I look the one in front of me directly in the eyes, giving him the nastiest glare I can form. He then asks the same question again.

"I bet you know why you're here. So tell me why."

I just shake my head.

The whip hits my back again, and the man in front of me says that he wants me to answer in words before he asks the same question again.

"No. Absolutely not. You know the answer as well as I, you don't need to hear me say it."

Then he leans down to my level, getting so close to me that I can feel him breathing on me. “You’re here because you’re a traitor.” He then proceeds to talk about how I’ve been fighting for the rebels, and that I have knowledge that they need.

I guess if they want to hear me speak so badly, then now will be a good time. “You’re not getting anything out of me.” They seem shocked at that. I can tell they’re probably used to begging for mercy. I don’t care how much pain they put me through, they won’t have me begging like that. I’ve gone through torture before, this can’t be much different from what I went through at the asylum.

“What was that?”

“I’m not telling you anything. Fuck you. Fuck all of you.”

"You want to talk to me like that?"

I brace myself, expecting to be whipped again, but instead, I’m met with a searing burn, right below my neck. Even though I promised myself I wouldn’t cry out or scream, I can’t stop myself this time. They seem satisfied to hear me screaming, which tells me not to do it again.

"I knew this would happen. It just took the right method."

I don’t care if I have to bite straight through my tongue, giving them the satisfaction of hearing my voice is compliance.

Looking the man in front of me in the eyes again, I tell myself to be strong as I blink back tears. If he sees me cry, he gets the satisfaction of starting to break me. So, I smile at him, reiterating my point. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”

He glares at me. “And why would that be? Do you think you’re getting rescued?” I don’t say anything. I pretend I didn’t even hear him. He laughs at me before grabbing my chin and forcing me to look directly into his eyes, his face barely inches from mine. “They’re not coming for you. They don’t need you. But we do.”

"Torture me, go ahead. Kill me, it doesn't matter. I'm not going to give up anything."

I try to brush his words off. They do need me. And they will come for me, right? They wouldn’t leave me here, right? I mean at the very least they must have realized I’ve been gone by now. I don’t know how long it’s been, but they have to know by now, right? I mean it must have been at least a few hours. They know, and they’re going to be here soon.

But then remembering my fight with Mourner again. Mourner probably never wants to see my face again, the fact that I’m gone might not faze him in the least, dare I say he could actually be happier with me gone. He saw me as a friend, nothing more. Now he probably sees me as nothing. And after that fight, everyone must be against me now.

I’m genuinely on my own now. My biggest fear has come true. They’re not coming back for me. They’re going to move on without me.

"Even if they leave me here, I'm not going to betray them. All this is nothing I haven't experienced."

Just like my parents did all those years again. This is my childhood all over again, only this time, my death is inevitable. This is the end. The worst part is that I’ll never get to talk to Mourner again. I’ll never get to tell him how sorry I am for every stupid word I said back there, I’ll never get to tell him how much I love him. And he won’t care.

"Not like he should care anymore."

The man in front of me continues to talk, and I can’t even understand it. The words he said before, the fact that they’re not coming for me, is ringing in my ears. Everything I’ve feared for years now, everything I’ve tried to convince myself would never happen, is finally happening, and there’s nothing I can do to get myself out. Fuck staying strong. I can’t do this.

As I start to sob, the whip hits my back two more times. At this point, I can feel blood running down my back from the whipping.

"What a little sissy. Is everyone as weak as you?"

And I can’t bring myself to worry about that. All I can worry about is what everyone is thinking back at our camp. I know I fucked up bad, but they couldn’t have forgotten about me that quickly, right? Someone has to be concerned about me, right?

"The others have made mistakes, and we've still tried to rescue them."

"Yeah, but you killed your leader. No they won't come for you."

Did I really fuck up so badly that they’re just going to let me disappear?

"So maybe you should talk."

"You'll just kill me anyways. Might as well make my death worth something."

Do they even know that I was taken? They might think that I ran away because of the fight. But Prophet has to know something, right? But then that brings me back to what happened to cause the fight in the first place. Even if he woke up, his ability to find out where I could be would probably not be what it usually is. They probably know nothing. Even if they do care, which they probably don’t, they’re not going to find out anything. So, this is the end for me.

Both men who brought me here have been talking to me, and I’m not listening to either of them. All I’m doing is trying to come to terms with the fact that no one is coming for me.

"Your little sissy friends-"

"I have been made aware that they aren't coming back. And you really need to come up with new insults."

This is just one big repeat of what happened to me as a child. Maybe this was my fate all along. Maybe I was meant to be abandoned. I should have just listened to Mourner, but I didn’t. This is what I deserve for letting Prophet get hurt and then arguing with Mourner. If I die, it’s deserved. Whatever comes to me now is completely my fault. Whatever happens, I deserve it. I’m gravely ashamed of myself for acting that way, and now I am going to suffer the consequences.

I’m snapped out of my spiraling thoughts by the whip hitting my back four…maybe five times? I can’t keep count anymore. I’m starting to lose my mind. Maybe I’m not as strong as I thought. Maybe they will break me. But I can’t stoop to the level of telling them any secrets. Even if no one is coming for me, I’m not going to betray them. They deserve better than that, and me being relieved from torture is not worth risking their lives. I would sooner die the worst death that FEAR has to offer than give up our secrets to them.

Now that I can finally understand what is being said to me, I can hear that they’re talking about the solar device we just stole. I can't help it. I start laughing, and I can't stop.

They don't know we destroyed it.

"What's so funny?" They want it back, and they’re looking for me to tell them where they are so they can find it.

We studied their technology, and we knew that if we brought it back while it was still functional, it would track where we were. We tried to prevent this from happening. But if I tell them that, they’re going to know something about us, and I promised not to let that happen. Whether or not they’d be able to use that information, I’m not going to give them anything. I told them I wouldn’t say anything, and if suddenly I did, they would think I was softening.

“Now, tell us what you did with it.”

“No.” The man in front of me steps away for a second after I refuse to tell him anything. I’m scared for what’s going to happen now, but I can’t show a single sign of fear. That’s going to screw me over even more. They’re going to try to get whatever they can out of me, and I can’t give them any of it. If I have to go silent again, then so be it.

When he reappears, he holds a bottle of lemon juice up before handing it to the man behind me. Seeing it terrifies me, because I remember exactly what used to happen at the asylum. They’re going to pour it into my wounds if I don’t say something. I’m terrified, but I can’t talk. I’m no traitor.

Standing in front of me once more, the man says that he will give me one more chance to tell the truth. He wants to know exactly where we located the device. He also is promising to make this “less painful” if I give him the weaknesses of each of the other leaders of the Wild Ones. Meaning they want to know how to destroy each of us. That is the absolute last thing they would get out of me. I will die before I give them that confession. They’re still getting nothing out of me. Nothing whatsoever.

"Go ahead. Pour the lemon juice into my wounds. It's not like I haven't experienced that. But Im. Not. Going to give you the information you want."

Once I do this, I try to brace myself for pain, but no amount of preparation could prepare me for the pain of the lemon juice being poured directly onto my wounds. I haven’t screamed like this in years.

Hearing my own screams is bringing me right back to all of those lonely nights in the asylum. Every single time they tortured me without reason, every time they laughed at me, humiliated me, reminded me that I was nothing more than an abomination. As the flashbacks start to hit, my screams get louder. I can no longer tell what is real. All I know is pain.

This continues on, with them asking me questions that would absolutely destroy us if the answers got out. Who our second in command is, who our healer is, who our most powerful member is. I choke back sobs as I continue to show as much defiance as I can muster. I make the same point again, that they won’t get anything out of me, and it just leads to more pain.

Eventually they run out of lemon juice, and for a split second, I laugh to myself. But then I see them bringing out the salt. That was always the worst when I was younger. It hurt for so much longer, I’d be sobbing on the ground for hours after they would salt my wounds. I wish I could make them stop, but the only way to stop them would be to give them answers.

As the one behind me starts to salt my wounds, I grit my teeth to prevent more screaming. The pain is unbearable at this point, and I would rather die than continue to endure this. And quite frankly, I hope they kill me rather than continue to torment me. They’re not going to get what they want from me, and the moment they realize that is the moment I will finally know peace.

They continue to ask the same questions, and each time, I meet them with the same defiance. I will not be giving them the answers they want, I’m just waiting for them to realize that. I’ll accept my death before I accept my defeat. If they kill me, it means that I won at the end of the day. If I gave them answers, what would they do? Let me go? I would be alone and I would be a traitor. It would be no use.

My back starts to go numb from all the burning and whipping. Now that the pain has started to subside, I can focus on the fact that the people I loved and cared about for so long are leaving me to die in this place. I don’t even blame them. And I think they will be happier with me gone. Hopefully they can carry on without being weighed down now that I’m gone.

The man stands in front of me once more, his eyes exhausted now from everything he and his partner have done for the past…hour? I think? I have no clue how long this has been going on, nor do I have a clue how many times I was whipped or burned, nor how many questions they asked me that I refused to answer. All I know is that the end is nigh, and I feel nothing.

“I’m going to give you one more chance. If you do not answer this question, you are going to be sent to our burial grounds. We know one among you has the power to conjure the dead in order to fight alongside your group. What is the name of this person?”

That is what truly makes me snap. They mean Mourner. They want to know about Mourner because they know the power Mourner has would be useful to them somehow. I’m not going to stand for this.

“I’ll never betray him like that. I don’t care that we got into a fight, he shouldn’t be trailed by the likes of you.”

Leaning ever so slightly forward, I spit directly in his face. Apparently my mouth is still bloody, because he winds up with a splotch of blood directly on his cheek. As he wipes it off, the rage on his face feels almost freeing. Yes, this is the end, but I did what I had to in order to protect the ones I love.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in love with him."

"Oh, I absolutely am."

Even if they don’t care about me anymore, even if I destroyed my relationship with every one of them beyond repair in the end, I can say I refused to endanger them.

"You're what?"

"In love. Or do you guys not feel that? Wouldn't be surprised."

Quickly after spitting in his face, I’m pulled to my feet and burnt one last time before I am dragged out of the room.

"Come on f-"

"There is a difference between gay and bisexual. You should probably know that. If you want to insult my sexuality, just call me an indecisive slut and get it over with."

Soon after, I find myself being dragged out of the building. I don’t understand. They’re freeing me? After I was so defiant? Are they going to try to get me to run back to the camp and then follow me there or something?

As I see them drag me into a field filled with holes that look like they could be graves, I remember what he said about the burial grounds. So they are killing me, and they’re doing so slowly. I’m going to be buried alive. I really am done for.

One man keeps me held back, anticipating me to try to run. I don’t. I stand completely still. I knew my death would come while I was here. The other leaves, returning with a coffin. The coffin is opened and I find myself being lifted into it by the throat. I lay completely still, just as I had been standing, knowing that there’s nothing I can do to prevent this at this point in time. I’m not scared.

"No screams? No cries to be saved? No last minute confessions?"

"You would have just killed me anyways. You don't have your masks on. I knew I was a goner from the start."

He shrugs. "You're stronger than I thought."

The coffin is closed, and soon after, I find myself being lowered into the ground. When I hear the dirt being filled in over the coffin, that is when I start to actually feel afraid. This shouldn't be how it ends, but I can’t do anything to stop it. And at least my life can end now with the knowledge that I was loyal to my friends.

Hearing fading laughter from above me, I realize that they’ve finished the job and I have only hours left to live. As sweat gets in my eyes, I think I’m slowly dying. I have the urge to scream, but what good would that do? There’s no one around, they’re not going to hear me. All that would do is make my death quicker. Easier even. And I don’t deserve that. I’m going to go out slowly.

Through the dark of the buried kennel I’m lying in, all I see is hate and anger. I can’t escape this place, I can hardly breathe and I can hardly take it. But I can still try to be happy, because after all, I’m not a traitor. Who am I kidding, that mindset hasn’t helped me, and for all I know, it might not help anyone else either. They could just as easily hunt down every one of us and do this just the same to each of them.

I’ve been tortured before, I’ve been tormented to the point that I was screaming until my voice blew out, and yet I have never felt so final. And that is what makes me panic. I have tolerated the idea of death for the duration of my time here.

Suddenly, it feels as if a switch has been flipped inside my mind. There’s nothing I can do to dig myself out of here, nor is there anything I can do to make myself seen, but dammit I can make myself heard. So, with every bit of energy I have left in me, I scream at the top of my lungs.

The screams physically hurt and I can barely get them out, and yet, I scream louder than I ever have before, so loud that my ears start to ring. I know I am going to suffocate myself quicker if I am not found, but I don’t care, someone could find me and get me out! Whatever happens, I can’t die!

My screaming continues until my voice starts to go weak, and then the realization washes over me that my screams have been completely feeble. Now I’m still done for, only now it’s coming quicker than I initially anticipated. I can only hope now that FEAR will not go after my loved ones, and that they will not die in the same vain that I did. Perhaps I was never meant for this world, but they were and they deserve to continue living through it.

I think something is happening above me.

Why am I hearing screams from above ground? I wonder. Probably just the lack of oxygen.

As I start feeling myself running low on air, Mourner crosses my mind again. I know he hates me now, and once again, I don’t blame him at all for hating me, but I can give myself some credit for preventing him from dying the same death as me. Hopefully he can find someone better than me as a friend, someone who won’t refuse to listen like that, and maybe someone who's foolish enough to fall in love with him. He deserves to have someone.

As my breathing slows and my consciousness starts to fade, he is the last thing on my mind, with my last thought being my hope that we meet in another life…

Mourner

My vision is blurred by my tears as I run aimlessly around the building.

"Come on, come on. I need to find him!"

I heard faint screams, and I swear they sounded like Mystic, but it can't be him, he’s dead. All I want is a sign, any sign that could tell me where Mystic is. I don’t believe he’s alive, there’s absolutely no way in hell that he’s still living. He’s been away now long enough for them to have tortured and killed him. All I want to do is find his corpse for the burial, and murder every single last one of those bastards.

I know by now that he has to be dead, but there’s something inside of me that thinks he’s still alive. I know it’s the grief talking, this is just the stage of denial. It will be over soon enough, and when it ends, I’ll be able to accept that I’ll never be able to make amends for the things I said to him, and that I’ll never be able to let him know how much I love him. I wish I could do something, anything to take my mind off of the grief, but what am I supposed to do? He’s gone, and it’s my fault.

My mind is going back and forth between “he has to be dead” and “he can’t be dead”. I know it’s almost impossible, if not impossible, that he’s alive right now.

"No, no. Mourner try to think positively. He might still be alive."

But at the same time, I know he can’t be dead. I don’t even know what I’ll do if I find his body. I don’t think I can live with him dead.

For a moment I stop to take a breath and start to think about what my life would be without him there. That reality sounds absolutely hollow. No matter how close I get with anyone else, even Prophet, Destroyer, or Savior, I will never be able to replace Mystic.

"He can't be dead, he can't be dead, this isn't happening."

Whether or not I’m ready to accept it, he’s gone, I can never get him back and it’s my own fucking fault. If I didn’t start that fight, he would still be here.

"You shouldn't have said those things. Oh god, why did I talk to him like that?"

He and I would have gone to one of our tents together during that storm, we would have been able to protect each other.

"You should have just checked with Savior first and made sure you got the story right!"

But no, I had to fight with him instead of talking it out. Or just letting him cool down. I didn’t wait to see what actually happened. He isolated himself from everyone, and he was captured without us knowing until the morning. That gave them plenty of time to torture and kill him.

There’s no one to blame for this but me. I should have been there for him. He was there for me every single time in the past, we were always there for each other. Was I that scared that I lost the person who meant more to me than anyone or anything in the world, the person I would kill and die for?

"Is that even a question, Timothy?"

Yes. I absolutely crushed him and then let him go off on his own. I blamed him for something he should never have been blamed for, and the look on his face when I did that is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

I didn’t even bother to think about how much I was hurting him when I was screaming at him, and that fucked everything up beyond all repair. He got killed. He's dead, all because of my own stupidity.

My self-loathing is interrupted by a scream coming from right outside. Just like the one before. Now that I’m closer, I hear that it sounds just like Mystic, and I swear my heart stops as I call his name. “Mystic?” I yell, my voice cracking. It can’t be him, he must be dead by now. I must be losing my mind. But then I hear the scream again.

I hear Destroyer calling my name from right behind me, saying that they’ve been looking everywhere for me.

"Where the fuck-"

I just point to the door leading outside. “He’s out there.” Savior and Prophet appear to me after Destroyer, and I can tell from the look on their faces that I must look and sound insane to them.

They probably don’t believe me, they must think I’m losing my mind from the grief, and I wouldn’t blame them, but I know what I heard. But I don’t think they heard the screams. Was I really the only one who heard that? I know I was the closest one, but maybe they heard it in the distance? Is my mind making this up?

“You have to believe me!” I practically scream, moving to open the door. Prophet just nods and walks out as soon as I burst the door open. If Prophet is approving of what I’m saying, then I have to be right about where Mystic is, because he would know if I’m wrong or not, right? I know his brain is still a bit screwed up right now, but he would still know.

"Please tell me you believe me."

"My intuition-"

"Your powers? They're back?" I say hopefully.

"'It's getting there. But I think you're right."

As soon as I get outside, I see what looks like a freshly dug grave, and I know that Mystic has to be in there. I get down and start digging it up, throwing the dirt behind me.

"Dude, you really need to work on your aim!" Destroyer says, as he tries to get the dirt out of his mouth.

"I don't think he cares about that right now." Savior mumbles.

"THANK YOU! NOW HELP ME DIG!" I scream.

I can barely breathe because of all the dirt and dust getting in my face, but I don’t stop for a second. There could still be a chance that he’s alive, and I’m going to preserve that chance, even if it kills me.

By now I’ve dug a hole that I think is about two feet deep, and I know that I still can’t stop. I’m practically choking, but I know that me suffering for a bit means nothing if it means that I still have time to save Mystic.

Prophet and Destroyer are helping me to dig up the rest of the grave while Savior stands by to warn us if he sees anyone coming. Honestly I don’t care if anyone sees me. They can take me wherever they will, I won’t care.

"My arms-"

"KEEP GOING!" I yell.

Maybe I do sound insane, maybe I sound obsessed, but I don’t care. I need him, I need to have him by my side, and if he is gone, then I know it won’t be much longer before I’m gone too.

After what feels like forever, I start to see what looks like a coffin. So, I start working to uncover more of it, throwing the dirt around and not really caring where it lands, only if it’s away from where the coffin is. Once I can finally see the entirety of the coffin, I start doing everything I can to open it.

The side of the coffin is still surrounded by enough dirt to keep us from opening it, so I keep digging, and I do so a bit faster. I’m starting to feel that all hope is gone here. We’ve run out of time and by the time we finally get the coffin open, he’ll be long gone. But that isn’t stopping me from trying to find out.

When the dirt is finally cleared from the side of the coffin, I practically throw the top open. My heart seems to drop to my knees when I see him there, pale and unmoving. This can’t be happening, it isn’t happening, this is some sort of sick dream, a cruel nightmare that will come to an end any second now. It isn’t real.

Grabbing Mystic from out of the coffin, I start screaming at the top of my lungs for him to wake up.

“Please, please be alive! Wake up!”

I can barely form words at all, just the words “wake up” are almost too much for me to speak. I try shaking him and am met with no response. When I try to grab his hand, I feel that it’s cold to the touch. He’s dead.

Or maybe that’s just because it’s really cold today.

My entire body is in a state of shock. I don’t feel in control of myself anymore. Whether or not Prophet, Destroyer, or Savior are talking to me, I don’t know at all. I can’t understand them. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my own heart beating so hard that it drowns out the sound of their words. Without a word from my own mouth, I start running. I can’t bear to see Mystic like this and have only one thing on my mind. Vengeance.

I swore from the moment we found Mystic gone that I would kill whoever took him and anyone who dared to harm him. I have nothing to lose. They’re all going to pay for what they did with their fucking lives.

Going back into the building and through the hallway, I hear laughter. This causes me to immediately spring in the direction of the sound. When I look to see who the laughter could belong to, my heart drops again when I see two men there, one of them holding a dirty shovel. It’s them, they’re the ones who did it.

“And we put him through the wringer, didn’t we?”

“I wonder if his stupid friends are gonna try to save him.”

“I wonder if he knew we already were aware about Mourner before we asked him.”

“Good one, man. I could see the terror in his eyes!”

Without giving it a second thought, I grab the dagger in my pocket and run into the room with it in hand. Before they have time to question who I am or why I’m there, I grab the one with the shovel and push him against the wall, knocking the shovel out of his arms.

"Who are you?"

"Code name is Mourner." I reply.

"So you're the bastard we've been researching.”

“You killed him,” I shout, holding the dagger only an inch from his chest. “Who, the prisoner? Of course I did. And that sick pervert was in love with you. Can you believe it!" That does it. I’m not listening to another word from this subhuman scum.

"He…I could've told him. He was in love with me too." I can't think about that right now.

Grabbing him by the throat, I pull the dagger back another inch or so.

"And I was in love with him."

"You too?" The official says, gasping for air.

I don't bother to respond before lunging it directly into his heart, continuing to go deeper until I can’t push it any further. Once this happens, I pull it out and stab him again.

Blood starts to splatter all over me as I continuously stab the bastard. He barely screamed and by now, I know he’s dead, but I can’t stop until I drain him of his blood enough to send a message. Once this is done, I move onto the other man who was with him, who can only stand by in shock.

"Is everyone on your wretched team a freak like you?"

When I grab him, another man walks in, asking what was done with the prisoner they were interrogating.

"You're going to hell." He says.

"Tell Satan I give him my regards when you get down there." As the other official looks at me, I make direct eye contact with him as I stab his colleague directly in the stomach.

"Backup! I need backup!"

His voice filled with terror, and I laugh as I stab his coworker again. I’ve never felt like this before, never in my life have I truly felt bloodlust until now. I’ve had to kill during battles, but never have I felt this passionate about it before.

Once I can be sure that this one is dead, I start to run towards the other one. He darts away, and I run after him, starting to chase him through the hallways. My dagger is still in my hand, at this point the whole thing is stained red and is dripping all over. Then again, so are my clothes. Even my hair is dripping blood.

He is running fast and is still calling for backup, but that isn’t going to stop me. He’s dead, and so are they. All of them are, I’m killing anyone who gets too close. Now I’m starting to close in on him, and he has a gun aimed at me.

"You're a monster! A complete pervert!"

"Bitch, I raise the dead, your opinion means nothing to me."

“What if I told you, Timothy, I was the one who shot your mother through the heart?”

“My-”

“Nadia Garret. 38 years old. She wouldn’t let us fix your heathen ways. Said that you didn’t need fixing.” He shrugs. “Said she still loved you.”

I don’t even stop to think about what to do about the fact that he’s armed, I simply kick the gun out of his hands before grabbing him and slashing his throat. Then I continue to stab and slash his body until the ground is blood stained. By the time I’m done with him, I see that the people he called for are here. Two of them came, and neither of them came prepared enough. Their guns won’t stop me.

As soon as I see their faces, I turn and start chasing them the same way I had with the others. Then one turns around, grabs me, and puts his gun directly up to my head. For a split second, I feel fearful again, but that ends as soon as I can get my hand close enough to his face.

“Any regrets?” He asks, ready to shoot.

Then I take my fingers and drive them directly into his eyes. He stumbles back, and I stab him directly in the heart. Once he is no longer moving or screaming, I slash his skin a few times more, leaving enough blood on the floor so that another unsuspecting bastard can come in and slip on it. I hope if that happens that they crack their fucking skull.

When I take a few more steps, I see the other person called for backup running from me. Now that I can see him clearly, I run after him. He’s not innocent, fearful or not. He had something to do with Mystic’s death, and now he is going to suffer the consequences.

“Someone needs to restrain this maniac for me!” He shouts.

While he’s faster than I thought he would be, his luck runs out when he trips and falls. I don’t waste a single second, I run straight to him and start dragging him away by the leg.

“What do you want?” he asks.

When he starts to scream, I kneel down and stab him in the back repeatedly. He screams for quite some time, but eventually the screams die down and then come to a complete stop.

Now that they’re gone, I can see what I’ve done now, and that is that I have brutally killed five people. And I have done so in cold blood. I don’t feel the slightest glimpse of sympathy towards them.

Nothing can take away nor heal this pain in my heart, but their blood on my hands, at least it’s a start.

Even though they’re gone now, none of the guilt I feel has disappeared. It’s my fault that Mystic was taken in the first place.

Maybe now would be a good time to go back. I know I have to face the fact that Mystic is dead and gone, and that means going back to see Prophet, Destroyer, and Savior. I have to come to terms with this, and I can’t do that here alone. I start to go back to where I last saw them.

When I walk over to where they are with Mystic’s body-

"AHHHHH!!!!!" Prophet screams, almost falling to the ground before Savior catches him. I could look at their faces and think that they saw a ghost.

"Don't freak out, it's just Mourner." Savior tries to explain.

"Don't freak out? DON’T FREAK OUT? I was injected with sleeping juice, we just dug Mystic out of a fucking coffin, and now Mourner looks like Carrie!"

“What did you do?” Destroyer shouts. I look down at my blood stained clothing and realize that I have nothing to say for myself. I don’t know how to explain what I did.

They’re all trying to talk to me, and I still can’t understand them. All I can do is stare at Mystic, still trying to comprehend that he’s gone.

Eventually, I find myself crawling onto the ground and holding Mystic’s body in my arms. Once I’m holding him, I can’t contain myself, I just start bawling like a child. He’s actually dead, I can’t deny it any longer. We were too late to save him. Now I don’t know how to continue on with my life.

I can barely breathe as I hug his body so tightly that I worry about breaking him in half. I don’t want to let go, and I can’t.

“You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You’ll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away” I begin singing.

My mom always sang that to me at bedtime, when I was younger and couldn’t sleep.

I don’t know what to do, it feels like my life is over. It should be over. I should have been taken instead. I was the one who started that fight. They should have taken me instead, they should have tortured and killed me. Mystic didn’t deserve any of this, but I would have deserved every second of it.

I still have Prophet, Destroyer, and Savior, I’m still a big part of the Wild Ones, and I know they need me. But they needed Mystic too. It’ll never be the same again without him. And while I don’t want to leave them, a part of me hopes that I die in the next battle. It doesn’t matter if I make it through.

When I’m finally able to snap back out of my thoughts, I realize that Destroyer is calling my name, and I think he has been for some time. “Listen, Mourner, I know you’re probably not going to believe this but, um…he’s not dead.” Those three words almost anger me. I feel like he’s lying to me, and why would he lie about something like this? Is he just trying to comfort me, or is he being serious?

Then Savior speaks.

“I was able to find a pulse while you went all Tasmanian Devil.” He takes my hand and places it on Mystic’s wrist. His heart is still beating.

“He’s unconscious from the lack of oxygen in the tight space. They planned a slow death for him. I don’t know how long he was in there, I can’t estimate if he’s going to stay unconscious forever.”

I don’t know why I can’t believe this, but it feels strange. Nonetheless, he is apparently still alive, and I will be doing everything in my power to keep him that way.

We’re going back to the camp now, and I am going to make sure he’s still alive, I’m going to be there when and if he ever wakes up. I’m never going to leave him again.

“Mourner, do you want me to-”

“No, Savior. I can hold him.”

Even though he might never forgive me for the things I said to him, and I wouldn’t blame him in the slightest.

As we walk out, I can see in the light of day that the blood from my clothes is starting to stain Mystic’s clothes too. That doesn’t stop me from still holding onto him as tightly as I can. I’m not letting go, and I feel like I might never be able to let him go again. The only thing I can focus on is staring at his face to see if he shows any sign that he’ll wake up soon.

The entire walk back, I can’t take my eyes off of Mystic’s face. All of my attention is on him. I’m trying to focus on his breathing, any slight movement he makes, trying to see if he makes any sort of sound, or if he stirs at all.

“Is he okay, Mourner?” Prophet asks.

“He’s still alive, if that’s what you mean.”

I don’t know when he’ll wake up, I don’t know if he’ll ever wake up, for all I know, he could still be dying, but he is alive right now, and as long as I have that chance that he will wake up, I am going to cling to it.

Once we’re back, I take Mystic to my tent and set him up so he’ll be comfortable. And I put in extra reinforcements. Then I seat myself right by his side and make sure to tell myself that I’m not leaving this spot until he wakes up. I don’t care if I’m here for days, I’m not moving. Even then, I hope to whoever may be listening that he forgives me, even after I said all those horrible things to him during the fight.

"Dude, you should probably change your clothes." Prophet says.

"No, no I'll do that later."

I have to be here for him, I need to make sure he knows that I would sooner die than abandon him.

After a day, I notice some movement.

"Mystic-"

He turns to me, and those brilliant blue eyes make my breath hitch.

"Where am I? Mourner, why are you-oh God, is this yours?" He points to the blood.

"Wait, is this heaven? Mourner, please don't tell me you killed-

"No, no it's not heaven, and this isn't my blood. You're at camp and…you're alive."

Tears start leaking from my eyes, and Mystic wipes some of it off of my cheek.

"Well, with Prophet gone-"

"No no, don't go there. He's not dead."

"The bullet-"

"It wasn't a bullet! It was some kind of sleeping potion that explodes on impact. He's tired but-Oh god, you're alive."

I hug him tightly, and he tries to get up.

"Do you need-" I put my hand on his back.

"Ow! Oh man, that hurts."

"God, I-"

"Mourner, can I please stay here?"

I nod. "Of course, of course. I need to tell the others!"

As I run out of my tent, I keep hoping he forgives me. Regardless of whether or not he does, I don’t think I can forgive myself for any of this. He is still alive, and he may live through this, but…And at the end of the day, that’s still my fault. I know that for a fact. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to him, but that’s only if he'll ever forgive me…

Savior

Prophet finally has his full senses back, the effects of the sleeping bullet have worn off. Now we’re just hoping that Mystic wakes up soon.

"He'll be fine, he's going to be okay. He'll wake up soon."

Mourner is staying with him, and he refuses to leave his side. I’m going to tend to his wounds once he’s awake, right now I’m just trying to make sure Prophet is actually okay.

I don’t take my eyes off of Prophet until I see Mourner sprinting out of his tent, tripping over his own feet.

"Guys! Mystic-Mystic's awake!"

As soon as I hear those words out of his mouth, I stand up. I know that Destroyer can stay here with Prophet for now, so I run back with Mourner.

"Come on!"

True to what Mystic said, he is awake. He still looks a bit dazed, but he’s awake nonetheless.

Mourner is right by his side, and the look in his eyes tells me that if I do one little thing to slip up, I’m going to wind up just like the people who hurt Mystic in the FEAR facility.

"Mourner, you are scaring me right now."

"Good." He says with clenched teeth.

"You know I'm going to do everything in my power to help him, right?"

Honestly I have no clue how to approach this situation. Mourner is extremely protective over Mystic right now, and I’m scared to do the wrong thing. I know Mourner wouldn’t actually want to hurt me, but he doesn’t mess around when it comes to Mystic.

"I know you're stressed out-"

"If you kill him-"

"Mourner, you know I would never do that."

"I don't want to take my chances. I'm staying here."

“Mourner, it’s just me. I have to get to Mystic so I can care for his wounds. You don’t have to leave.” He moves aside slightly, keeping his eyes glued to Mystic as I move towards him. The moment I get close to Mystic, he flinches. I don’t know what he kind of torture he endured, but it must have been horrendous. I’m kind of worried to treat him. I don’t want to trigger any bad memories.

Once I’m finally able to get close enough to him, I ask him where his wounds are located on his body. He doesn’t speak, but Mourner lifts his shirt up. What I see horrifies me. His entire back is covered with lacerations and burns. I don’t know what the hell they did to him to cause all this, but his entire back is screwed up by the marks.

"Oh my god. Mystic, I'm so sorry." Mourner whispers.

"You didn't cause this."

"If I hadn't yelled at him-"

"He's alive now."

Thankfully the wounds aren’t deep, so I can close them easily, but I have to disinfect them first. I do have some disinfectant around, so I go outside and into my tent until I find it.

Then I go back to Mourner’s tent. As soon as I get back, I pour the disinfectant on a cloth.

"How is he?"

"I think he's a little out of it still. He was lucid when he first woke up, but I think his brain's a little foggy."

I start talking to Mystic.

"This is going to sting a little."

I pause for a second.

"Actually, scratch that, it's going to hurt like hell."

I know this is going to hurt him a bit, but it has to be done in order for him to get better. Bracing myself for a reaction from Mystic, I start to rub the cloth all over his back.

Despite my warnings, he screams in pain within seconds of the disinfectant reaching his skin. Mourner wraps his arms around Mystic, who screams into his chest as I continue to disinfect his wounds. I feel bad about this, but I have to make sure it doesn’t get worse. If I don’t do this, he’ll wind up with major infections that could cause him serious issues if not kill him.

“Breathe Mystic. You’re okay,” Mourner whispers as he holds Mystic. As Mourner continues to hold him, I finish cleaning his wounds. Then I go to start closing them over. As soon as I touch his back, he cries out again, begging for me to stop. I quickly take my hands off of him.

"I'm not going to say anything! This is nothing I haven't dealt with before."

For a moment I’m confused as to why he said that, but then my stomach sinks as the truth hits me. He doesn’t even know where he is. Right now, at least.

"Was he like this when he woke up?"

"No," Mourner says, "not at all".

In his mind, he’s still in the FEAR headquarters, being tortured. He probably doesn’t even know that it’s us with him.

"Mystic, you're in the camp, remember? Do you remember waking up here?"

For some reason, I don't think he does.

"Mystic, you're not there anymore. Savior is just applying disinfectant. We're all here, Destroyer and Prophet are outside. We won't let them take you again."

When Mystic finally realizes that he’s telling the truth, he cries out again. “I don’t want to go back there. Please don’t make me go back. Please. I’m sorry for everything I did. Just don’t make me go back there.”

Hearing him say all of this is heartbreaking. He must be so traumatized by what he went through. At the moment he’s sobbing in Mourner’s arms.

"Mourner, I'm so sorry. I should have just talked to you, I shouldn't-"

"Mystic, that's not important now." Mourner responds.

Looking at Mourner’s face, I can tell that he’s barely holding it together right now. And I can’t say that I blame him. He's cradling Mystic like a child.

Mourner looks at me and nods his head. I continue running my hands over Mystic’s wounds, closing them up. By the time I finish, only scars remain.

"How bad do they look?" Mystic asks.

"Bad. Really bad. But I think you'll live." Mourner says.

Hopefully those heal nicely.

After a little while, Mystic starts to calm down. Mourner is continuing to hold him, reminding him to keep breathing. I’ve done all I can do, and I think a lot of this will be better handled by Mystic than by any of the rest of us. Mourner knows Mystic more than anyone else, they’re so close and I think any first discussions involving whatever happened to him are best had with Mourner. So I'll leave them alone.

"Well, I've done what I can. I'll be with Prophet and Destroyer if you need me."

"Okay." Mourner whispers.

I walk outside. Prophet is starting to act like himself again, and Destroyer looks more relaxed. I think we’re all relieved right now that everyone made it out of this situation alive, but I don’t know how long that relief is going to last. Looking at how Mystic was in there, he might never be the same again.

"Dada, dada!" I turn around and see Abigail running towards me. When she gets close enough, I pick her up and hug her. I can’t help but tear up a little bit right now.

"Abby, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

We were in such a dangerous situation, I might have never seen her again if things went any differently.

When it comes to Abigail, I don’t know what’s scarier: the idea that I could get hurt and she would be without me, or the idea that she could get hurt at any time. If anything ever hurt her, I would destroy everything. Sometimes it scares me, when I think of how much harm I might be willing to cause just to keep her safe.

I need to get Abigail to bed. Everything else can be sorted out in the morning, but after the way the past few days have been, I’m exhausted. Hopefully we can figure out how to prevent this again in the morning. We need each other now more than ever.

"Abigail, I'll be right next to you, okay? Your papa's not leaving tonight."

Abigail is already falling asleep. I’m tired but I can’t close my eyes, I have so many things running through my mind right now. I don’t like being the person to think about what could have happened, but I can’t help it now. Mystic was so close to death when we were able to dig him up, who’s to say that he wouldn’t have actually died if we were even five minutes later than we were?

All I can hope now is that this doesn’t happen again to any of us.

"What should I do? Are there extra reinforcements? Should I arm my daughter even more?"

They almost killed one of us and could have easily killed the rest of us as well. If we don’t take any precautions to stop this from happening again, we’ll all be dead next time. So, I’m going to work from now on to be prepared for anything. They could try to pull this again at any time, and I’ll be prepared. I’m nobody’s fool…

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