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dotster001 · 3 months

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The Long Game; a For Tuna End

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Riddle remembers when he got the call. He didn't know how Grim even had his phone number. It was about four months ago.

“Now's your chance!”

“Sorry?” He was just about to leave his law firm for the day, when his phone had rung, and now he was stuck there.

“Y/N and the baker broke up!”

Riddle nearly dropped his phone. He put Grim on speaker and opened up his text messages. He was still very close with both you and Trey, having dinner with you both every Saturday. Often, you both joked with him about how you would adopt him so you could force him to take a break. Sure enough, both of you had texted him.

Hey, Riddle, so, Trey and I aren't seeing each other anymore. Wanted you to know before you heard it from someone else.

I know you were his friend first, but I hope you don't hate me, and we can still hang out?

Trey's message was similar.

Y/N and I broke up. We're still gonna be friends, nothing bad happened. But I wanted you to know.

Riddle watched the typing bubble on Trey's message space, and nearly threw his phone when he got the message.

I know you've never stopped loving them. So whenever the two of you get together, I want you to know I'm ok with it 😉

“Well? C'mon Mr. Lawyer! Will you be there tomorrow, or not?!” Grim shouted, clearly having been unable to get his attention for a while.

“Trey’s my friend. I can't just take his partner the day after they broke up,” Riddle sighed tiredly. Yes, Trey wasn't wrong. He never stopped loving you, no matter how hard he tried, how many people he dated, how much time he would stay away. But society has rules. He couldn't act on his feelings right away. It wasn't like you held those feelings for him. You wouldn't have dated Trey if you had.

“Don't be stupid, Rosehearts. This is your one chance. I have Ashengrotto on standby at any moment!”

Riddle held back a snicker. Clearly, that was untrue. Azul had been married for two years.

“Go ahead and call him, then.”

“I will! Goodbye forever, Rosehearts!”

Four months later, and it was the first chance he'd had to have dinner with you again. Grim was grouchy, slumping in his chair, refusing to do anything but glare at him. Your current tactic seemed to be to ignore him.

“Tell me everything! It feels like so long since I last saw you!” You said excitedly, scooping a portion of strawberry and walnut salad onto his, then Grim's, plate.

“I've been busy,” he hummed, skirting around the question. He'd been busy because he'd chosen to be. Between Grim's relentless phone calls, and Trey attempting to push him in “the right direction” every day since a month ago, he'd been being forced to face his feelings that he'd spent years trying to bury. Throwing himself into his work had seemed to be the only peace he'd had.

“Riddle, we've talked about this! You can't overwork yourself like this! Someone who spent a year in medical school should be well aware of that!”

Riddle rolled his eyes, but smiled playfully. “You sound ridiculous, right now. I had way more on my plate at NRC than I've ever have at work.”

“Maybe. But one of these days, I'm gonna trap you in my house, and make you take a vacation.”

That didn't sound too bad. Being trapped in a house with only your tender love and care to worry about.

“I'll look forward to that day,” he laughed tiredly. You seemed satisfied with that answer, and continued chatting about what you'd been up to. He winced, however, when he made eye contact with Grim, who looked suspiciously happy.

….

“So?”

“So?” Riddle echoed. He knew exactly what Trey had called him to ask, but he didn't really want to answer.

“So?! A little birdie told me you and Y/N are going on a trip this weekend!”

“It’s not like we'll be alone. Grim is coming,” Riddle held back a slightly bitter tone at that.

“Yeah, and for some reason he's desperate for you to be his dad. I'm sure he's got something worked out.”

“He only wants me so that he can “be rich” and get tuna. And because he was extremely bitter that you ruined his plans, years ago, and wants revenge on you.”

Trey laughed. “I think you'd be surprised, Riddle. He's an interesting little guy. I think he actually likes you.”

Riddle rolled his eyes. “Is it normal for an ex boyfriend to be this interested in matchmaking his ex?”

“It is when the ex boyfriend wants his ex and his old friend to be happy, and he can see how good they would be together.”

“Sure, sure. Listen, Trey, I gotta go,” Riddle muttered, wanting to end this phone call as quickly as possible.

“Don't forget to pack a toothbrush!”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“And a swimsuit!”

“Yeah, yeah-”

“And don't forget to pack sunscreen!”

“Bye mom,” Riddle sighed tiredly as he hung up. He leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples. Why did he even agree to a vacation with you? It was already seeming to be more effort than it was worth. But he'd already said yes. And he knew you, and his coworkers, wouldn't take it lying down. The moment his coworkers had heard he was going to have a weekend beach vacation, they'd put all their effort into making sure he had no excuse not to go.

You, meanwhile, had already purchased and planned the vacation. You gave him those sad eyes when he was about to turn you down, and he found himself nodding along.

Two days. That's all he'd have to put up with. He could do this.

….

“I need my own bed.”

Both you and Riddle stared at Grim, who had an angry look on his face.

“The fuck?” You muttered.

“I refuse to go back to the Ramshackle days. I will not be sharing a bed with a stinky human!”

“Stinky?” You sounded mildly offended.

You'd all just arrived at the vacation cabin, and found out there were two bedrooms. You had been preparing to put both your's and Grim's bags in one of the rooms, when he'd dropped the bomb.

“It's fine. I can just take the couch,” Riddle muttered, already tired.

“No! This vacation is supposed to be about you getting some rest for once! I'll take the damn couch,” you growled, dragging your bag over to the very stiff looking sofa.

Riddle grabbed the handle of your suitcase, yanking it away.

“You paid for the beds. You should sleep in one.”

“I have an idea!” Grim shouted. You both turned to stare at him. “Since both of you are stinky humans, and Y/N was prepared to share anyway, you could both share the bed!”

Riddle's eyes widened, his jaw dropping, but you spoke faster.

“I mean, if you're okay with that Riddle, I don't mind.”

He nodded dumbly, and you took his suitcase, carrying it to your now shared room.

It took a second for it all to process, but what made it settle in was the exaggerated wink Grim was giving him.

“Word of warning. Y/N is a major cuddler!” Grim whispered, scampering off to his own room. Riddle's face felt like it was on fire, as you called over to him, telling him the room was ready.

He stumbled in, trying to puzzle out how the trip had gotten away from him so quickly.

“Why did we let him win?” He asked tiredly.

You sighed, then gave him a war torn smile.

“He's really good at what he does.”

You went to the ensuite bathroom, and before Riddle could process, time had passed and you had reemerged in your pajamas. You pulled back the comforter, and snuggled yourself into the bed.

“Aren't you going to change?” You asked.

“My clothes are comfortable,” he muttered.

That was a lie.

“Alright then,” you patted the space next to you, and Riddle gulped. He trudged over to the bed, as though he was taking his death march. Then he stiffly flipped onto the bed.

“You can come closer. I swear I don't bite,” you laughed, as he pushed himself as far to the edge as possible.

“I don't need much space,” he muttered.

“Alright. Good night, Riddle,” you hummed. You quickly fell asleep, clearly used to sharing a bed.

Riddle, meanwhile, found himself staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He wasn't touching you, but your body heat was fogging his mind. Your scent, as well, was inescapable, and sleep, inevitably, evaded him.

He looked at the alarm clock on the side table. 1:35 am. He groaned. This was never going to work.

As quietly as possible, he left the bed, and made his way out of the cabin. He wandered down to the beach, trying to clear you from his head. He stood near the edge of the ocean, and closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the waves drown you out.

Then he was sprayed with a wall of water.

He spluttered, choking on sea water. When he had finally recovered, he heard a voice he hadn't heard in years.

“Hey, Goldfishie!”

He groaned, looking out at the sea, where he saw a pair of glowing mismatched eyes.

“Floyd. How are you?”

“Same old, same old,” he hummed.

“Excellent. WHY DID YOU SPLASH ME?!” Riddle roared, making Floyd laugh.

“Because I wanted to. By the way, aren't you supposed to be making out with Shrimpy?”

Riddle's face went crimson. “What-”

“Y/N’s doing the same thing with Jade and Sea Turtle. The day they broke up, they started texting Jade non stop about asking him out. The difference is that Jade is so much better at it than you are.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Riddle snarled.

“It means, Jade already bagged his prey. Like, a month ago. Trey sent me here, because he knew you'd wimp out at some point,” Floyd gave him a disappointed once over. “He's gonna be sad when he hears how fast it was.”

“You used his name…” Riddle muttered in awe.

“Yeah?” Floyd shrugged. “He's prolly gonna be my brother in law one day. That makes him family. But you're dodging the issue.”

Floyd fixed him with a glare.

“Do I need to take a transformation potions, and take care of things myself?”

“First off, why would you even help me? Didn't you used to have a crush on Y/N?”

“Yeah. So did everyone. The difference between you and everyone is that, for everyone, it was just a crush, which meant it went away. For you, it's love. Which is why you're too scared to schmooze them right now.”

Riddle sighed tiredly. He never thought he'd see a day where he had a reasonable conversation with Floyd. He sat down in the sand, staring off into the distance.

“They always were so happy with Trey. What if I never match up?”

Floyd rolled his eyes, slipping below the surface as he groaned.

When he pooped back up, he fixed Riddle with a glare.

“Do you really think me, and Sea Turtle, and Jade, would all be pushing you to this if we didn't think you were capable of making Y/N happy?” He rolled his eyes again, before splashing him with more water. “Seven's, we all used to love Y/N! And we still cherish them! If anyone can give them a happy ending, it's fucking Riddle Rosehearts!”

Riddle stared at Floyd for a moment, before a smile split his face.

“Floyd, somehow you grew up.”

“Ugh!” Floyd splashed him a third time, before diving below the surface.

Riddle allowed himself a giggle, before making his way back to the cabin. He changed out of his dripping clothes, into his pajamas, and made his way back into the bed.

He looked at you for a moment, letting you fog his mind again. His heart skipped a beat, as you sighed softly, then flipped over, wrapping your arms around him, and tangling your legs with his.

For a moment, he thought he would die. Then you sleepily whispered,

“Grimmy, you're so squishy.”

Riddle sighed in relief. His dignity was safe for now. You were just asleep. You weren't actively trying to give him a heart attack.

It felt good though. Resting so close to you. And he soon found himself finally drifting off.

He woke up early. He was always an early riser. But he was pretty sure what woke him up this time was your head resting on his neck, cutting off his air supply. He didn't want to have to wake you, but he needed to breathe.

“Y/N,” he groaned, gently shifting as much as he could with you wrapped up around him. It took a couple calls of your name before your eyes fluttered open, sleepily looking up at him. Then your eyes widened and you shot up, pulling away.

“Oh my god, Riddle, I am so sorry! I cuddle in my sleep sometimes,” you hastily spoke.

“Y/N, it's fine,” he said, looking away so that you hopefully wouldn't see how red he was. He missed your warmth already.

“God, I'm so embarrassed,” you moaned, burying your face in your hands.

“Don't be. Actually,” he steeled his courage, looking at you with what he hoped was a calm confidence. “This seems like a good time to tell you something important.”

You peeked at him from between your fingers.

“I love you.”

Your hands dropped from your face, your jaw dropped.

“I know you were dating Trey, like, a year ago, but-”

“For Seven's sake! Riddle! This is gonna make me sound super sus, but do you think I would have so quickly agreed to share a bed with you if I didn't like you back?”

Riddle stared at you, before swiftly pinning you down, a dangerous smile on his face.

“And why, my dear Y/N, didn't you say something sooner?”

You stiffened, realizing you were probably in trouble.

“Ha ha, well um-”

“My darling rose,” he hummed, gently caressing your cheek. “It's against the rules to keep your queen waiting.”

He leaned in, and the door slammed open.

You both turned your heads to see Grim, who's eyes widened with glee.

“Finally! Tuna for everyone! Riddle's treat!” He skipped out of the room, laughing happily.

“What the fuck?” You muttered.

“I'll go deal with that,” Riddle said, leaving the bed and stretching, before making his way to the door. He stopped for a moment, then turned back to you with a wicked grin.

“Don't think for a moment that you have escaped punishment.”

He held back a laugh as he watched you hide under the blankets.

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A/N: dear riddle fans. I have gifted you the longest ending to date. Am I forgiven for making you wait so long for his happy ending?

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pencileraser1 · 3 months

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pencil eraser one. you word your long posts about dps very well so im pointing my frustration with media-ly illiterate people in your direction. im constantly seething with rage at this podcast episode i listened to a very long time ago abt dps bc they said neils suicide was STUPID and OVERDRAMATIC. and i just. i wanna throw up that boy killed himself and ur calling himnoverdramatic what do i even do. i am high a little and this is very much affecting me i cant get up from this couch 🎀

you're completely correct for this i actually have a few thoughts about this so uh bear with me for a second

theres something that sucks so much about this specific type of criticism of this movie in particular to me because of how much i relate to neil. i watched dps for the first time when i was 17, severely depressed and borderline suicidal and i related So Much to him. i didn't write off his suicide or criticize it because i'd Been There.

generally i feel like this criticism probably stems from lack of understanding Why he would do what he did, and there's a number of reasons that that this could be although that would be leaning a bit too much into psychoanalysis and assuming things i don't know about them so i'm not going to go into it really

up until it happens, neil seems like he's doing mostly okay, and particularly if you haven't seen the movie before i could see how to certain people his suicide might seem overdramatic since it's a bit of a sudden shift from mostly okay to suicidal. but the thing is that up until this point, neil has just been doing a very good job at hiding that something is wrong.

my interpretation of the movie has always been that he'd struggled with some form of depression as well as dealing with some amount of suicidal ideation before the movie and had just generally been good at masking it. during the events of the movie he is the happiest he has ever been because of the combination of the poets, acting, and keating. so when at the end of the play his father suddenly takes away all three, and his options are either to confront his father (something that he feels is impossible to do- even if it technically isn't, the fear he has surrounding it of his father listening but not caring, or making things worse than the are, or anything else, prevents him from doing it) or suffer through 10 years of medical school away from anything he actually cares about, he decides to remove himself from the situation entirely instead.

(theres something about the way his suicide is framed within the movie where in some fucked up way his suicide more than anything else is his carpe diem. he's seizing control of his life in the only way he is physically capable of anymore)

neil's suicide isn't rational but that doesn't mean it doesn't make sense or that he's overdramatic. just because logically waiting out the 10 years until he's away from his dad or leaving as soon as he graduates high school or turns 18 or whatever it is is a better option doesn't mean that 1. he'd have the idea to run away early or more importantly think it doable (he tries so hard to not directly disobey his father the whole movie and after doing it one time is now stuck in This situation, additionally, while this is the 50's and in general shit costed less/jobs were easier to get/etc. he is financially dependent on his father and running away without any support is not the smartest decision) and 2. that he'd be physically capable of enduring the 10 years. because 10 years is a long time Especially if it's 10 years studying to become a doctor, something that is both generally difficult and also something he Doesn't Want To Do. and so the sudden switch from happiest time of his life to suicidal throws people off and they don't understand why he wouldn't have done any of the other options that they thing are the logical ones but to him probably didn't seem physically possible.

#neil perry #dps #tw suicide #this might just be nonsense sorry #hopefully coherent

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sissylittlefeather · 9 months

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As promised...

A Very Quiet Life: Chapter 6

A/N: I'm still struggling with everything after this one, so it might be a while before there are more chapters. But, please enjoy this one!

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI!, kissing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, lil bit of angst if you squint, lots of fluff

Links to:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Let me know what you think! ❤️

Song inspo (still. I love this song)

Gifs because I can't not at this point

Meanwhile, across the street, Mrs. Walter takes note of the fact that the neighbor entered your house at 9:45am and still hasn't left...

******

You spend that whole day in bed with Elvis, only leaving to eat whatever you can find in the kitchen. At one point, he offers you a popsicle and you both fall apart laughing. It's the best day you've had in a very long time and you're sad when it has to end. At about 3:30, he puts his clothes back on, kisses you one last time, and walks out your front door.

Mrs. Walter would have missed him, except she's walking to her car to go get her kids from school. She looks at her watch, astonished. Then, she resolves to keep a closer eye on the two of you. Beth, Elvis's wife, is a good friend of hers, and she won't stand for what she suspects is happening.

******

On Thursday morning, you watch from your kitchen window as Elvis puts his wife in a cab with a suitcase. He gives her a chaste peck on the lips and you look down at the cup you're washing. He really is married. You wonder how long she'll be gone this time and if he'll want to stay again. As he's walking back up to the house, he sees you in the window and waves. You think you've both done a good job of just appearing "neighborly" and nothing more. About twenty minutes later, you hear a knock on your front door. Your heart leaps. Of course, it's him.

"Thought I'd come check on how that shower is working for you, ma'am." He holds up a box of tools. You know he knows very well that the shower is just fine. He winks and you let him in the house.

"The toolbox is a nice touch." You say once he's inside and the door is closed. He drops it on the floor and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

"I was hoping you would be home today. I don't have lessons until after noon." He says with his forehead pressed to yours.

"Elvis, what are we doing?"

"Do you want the biblical, medical, or romantic words for it?" You look up at him as he smirks.

"I'm serious. I haven't forgotten that you're married, even if you have." He backs up a bit. You don't want to hurt him, but you can't just pretend it's not true. You've never been a cheater, and you're not sure you like the idea of being the other woman either.

"Y/n, I haven't been in love with my wife for a long time. She drained the life out of me for years. You brought me back. I don't care what you call it; I'm happy with you. Are you happy with me?"

Happier than you've been in your whole life. Maybe that's enough.

"Yes." He takes that as your whole answer and scoops you up in his arms like a baby, taking you straight to the bedroom. He might be married to someone else, but he knows exactly what you want.

******

Michael's party is on the following Saturday. Elvis comes over for dinner on Friday, leaves, waits until the kids are in bed, and then comes back. He stays with you that night and sneaks out before the kids wake up again. You feel like a teenager with all this secrecy and hiding, but honestly, it turns you on a little bit. You know it can't go on forever, but for right now, it's good. Really good.

When Elvis comes back on Saturday afternoon for Michael's party, you're a little taken aback to see his wife with him. She must've come home this morning. Still, you slap on a decent smile and welcome her into your home. She seats herself on the couch and all you can think of is how you fucked her husband on that same exact spot. He looks at you nervously, obviously thinking the same thing. Thankfully, Michael and Jane and the Walter kids come barreling through the living room, saving you both any more embarrassment. Michael is still sporting his blue cast, but he's gotten used to it by now. He runs up to Elvis's wife with a marker and asks if she wants to sign it. She looks uncomfortable and says no. He points to where Elvis signed it several weeks ago and begs her. She looks up at Elvis with an annoyed glare and finally takes the marker and signs the cast.

"Michael, what do you say?" You holler from across the room.

"Thanks, lady!" He says and bounces away to keep playing. Elvis follows him and snatches him into the air, both of them laughing. You smile at the scene and then catch his wife watching you, so you turn away quickly.

You're putting some food together in the kitchen when Mrs. Walter walks in and stands with her back against the sink. You can see Elvis in the living room with the kids from where you're standing. They seem to have started some kind of game where he's the monster and they're all trying to get away from him. She startles you when she speaks, tearing your attention away from watching them.

"He's so good with kids."

"Mhmm" you answer politely.

"And he's really handsome. Don't you think so?" You look at her blankly. Why would she say that?

"Oh, I mean, yeah, I suppose so."

"Is he more good looking than your husband was?" What the actual fuck?!

"Rick was very attractive. Gorgeous brown eyes and one of the best smiles I've ever seen. Great with kids too." You turn to look her in the eye. "What exactly are you asking me, Susan?" You use her first name, disarming her a bit too. Still, she maintains eye contact.

"Oh, nothing. I just wondered what kind of home repair job takes almost six hours to complete?" Your heart stops and your whole body goes cold. She knows.

"Six hours? Are you talking about the other day when he fixed the shower? He was here for half an hour and then had to leave and come back and finish that afternoon." You answer coolly, not sure where your confidence is coming from. You can't tell if she buys your story or not.

"Hm." She raises her eyebrows and leaves the kitchen.

Holy fucking shit.

You need to talk to Elvis NOW. But you know you can't. That's probably why his wife is here. Susan has tipped her off and she's watching to see if you slip up.

Fuck fuck fuck.

You white-knuckle your way through the rest of the party, pretty much ignoring Elvis the whole time. At one point you even call him "Mr. Presley". When you do, he looks at you funny, but seems to pick up that you are on edge. He doesn't try to get your attention for the rest of the day.

Finally, the party ends and everyone leaves. You're overly courteous to his wife when they walk out the door, praying that she didn't see anything to feed her suspicions. Once everyone is gone, you sit down on the couch and breathe for the first time in hours. Your head is pounding as you try to think through what to do next. Michael is passed out on the floor in a pile of presents. Jane comes and sits next to you on the couch.

"Mama, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean, baby?" You turn and look at her. She returns your look with wide, innocent eyes.

"You usually smile more when Mr. Presley is here. You didn't smile today." Children are so damn perceptive.

"Oh, I was just stressed from the party, baby. I'm okay."

"So he will come over again sometime and you'll be happy?"

"Of course he will and yes, I'll be happy." You pull her into a hug and try to blink away tears. Even your kids would miss him if he wasn't around anymore. What are you going to do?

******

After you get the kids in bed, you're sitting on the couch trying to read when you hear a soft knock on the front door. You're pretty sure you know who it is, but you move slowly. When you answer it, Elvis walks in quickly and shuts the door behind himself.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Mr. Presley?! What the hell is going on?!"

"Susan Walter knows."

"Knows what?"

"About us!" His expression changes. He swallows hard and walks to the couch to sit down. You wring your hands and cover your face.

"How?"

"She saw you come in and not leave the other day. She's going to tell Beth if she hasn't already. And isn't Beth home right now? How are you here?"

"She went out with friends. I have at least three hours. And she hasn't told her yet or she would've said something."

"She's going to tell her. What are we going to do?" He looks down at the floor for a while, thinking. When he looks back up at you, his eyes are dark blue and he seems to have a new resolve.

"Come here." He puts his hands on your hips and pulls you close to him. "I don't care. I'll tell her myself. You want me to tell her tonight?"

You stand there with your mouth open looking down at him. Are you ready to be the neighborhood pariah?

"No... Not yet." He leans his forehead against your stomach and you put your hands on his back. "I just want us to stay good for a while. If you tell her, then there's no telling what'll happen." He pulls you down on the couch next to him and holds both of your hands in his.

"Listen, honey. You and me will be good no matter what. I promise you that." He holds one of your hands to his lips and kisses it softly.

"But with the kids... it's just not easy." You try to pull away, but he doesn't let you. He looks directly into your eyes.

"I don't need easy. I just need you." He puts his hand on your cheek and leans in to give you a soft kiss. He kisses you again, more deeply this time, letting his tongue meet yours in the middle. You feel your worry start to melt away. He keeps kissing you tenderly, and then he plants small kisses all over your face, making his way down to your neck. Then, he picks up your hand and kisses each finger gently, landing with his lips in your palm. He moves back to your mouth, dipping his tongue between your lips.

He lays you back on the couch and kisses down your neck again, nipping at you softly with his teeth, sliding his hand up the back of your shirt. You have your arms around him, kissing his cheeks and forehead and mouth any time you can get to them. It's like you're trying to sink into each other through kisses.

Slowly, he pulls your shirt over your head and runs his hands over your body. He seems to be trying to take in every inch of you. You move to take his shirt off of him and press your skin against his. There's no such thing as enough contact between you. He deftly removes your bra and begins kissing the soft and supple skin of your breasts. He drags his tongue around one of your nipples and sucks on it lightly. You moan softly and arch your back.

He kisses down your stomach to your belly button, hooking his fingers in your waistline to pull your pants and panties down together, leaving you fully naked. For the first time, you don't feel exposed, you feel free. He runs his hand from your stomach, down your thigh, to your foot, where he presses his thumb into your heel and kisses your ankle. He's giving attention to every single part of you.

Standing up, he drops his pants to the ground, freeing his perfect erection. You look at him as he stands there. His body is strong and masculine, but somehow also gentle. You desperately long to feel him against you again.

He slides both hands up your body as he lays over you, both of you completely naked. You open your legs a little to give him access and he pushes into you easily, filling you entirely in one move. The gesture is tender and filled with so much more than lust. He keeps a slow rhythm, kissing your neck and moving his hands over your chest and stomach, like he's mesmerized by the feel of your skin. He holds himself over you and lets his deep blue eyes meet yours for a good while. It doesn't take long for you to realize that this isn't fucking. This is making love and it's beautiful. He's tender and passionate in the way he worships your body. And he's still pumping into you, but slowly, gently, letting you feel every inch of him. You wrap your arms around him and pull him close to you, letting yourself be consumed by the feeling of his skin on yours. He reaches down to hold onto your hip as he begins to thrust a little faster.

Both of your orgasms are building together as your sweat mixes with his. You kiss him tenderly and your eyes lock on to each other again. He gets a little faster and a littler faster and you feel yourself beginning to tingle as your climax approaches. After just enough of him kissing and touching and sliding in and out of you, he crashes into you in a way that sends you over the edge with him. You both shudder and moan at the same time, kissing deeply as you hit the peak of your orgasm. When you come back down, your naked bodies are intertwined so that it's hard to tell where he ends and you begin. You lay there together, pressed up against each other, for what feels like a very long time. Eventually, he lifts his head up and kisses you on the cheek and looks into your eyes.

"I am yours, y/n."

You hold back tears and nod your head. You can no longer imagine a life for yourself without him.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Surprise : Matt Murdock imagine

asked by @v4leoftears as a part of my celebration

A/N: it;s been a while since I wrote for Matt, and damn! It's nice to get back to that :D, words in italics are the the references to the past, at first, and Matt;s thoughs, later.

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„Suprise!”

Matt could barely do as little as open the door to his place when Karen, Foggy and Y/N jumped out of different furniture and started happily screaming. They have been planning this little birthday party for him for a while now. Even though Y/N was not sure about hiding in the Daredevil’s apartment, her friends convinced her to do so.

“Come on! It’s gonna be fun!” Foggy said

“Unless he goes full vigilante mode and kills us all in a blink of an eye. You do realize he can hear people heartbeats, right? What do you think would be his first reaction upon sensing three of those in his flat?” she scoffed

“You are too modest, my friend. Everyone knows Matt can tell your heart from everyone else’s. It just beats differently, cause he is soooo in love with you” Nelson grinned at poor, blushing girl.

“Stop it , Franklin!”

“Don’t be me mad at me…..”

“I'm not mad!”

“Last time someone used my real name was probably in middle school, so yes, I can tell you are.”

“We can use some nice scent to calm him down” Karen suggested “I don’t think he would become suspicious if he smells the freshly baked cake or something like this. Or maybe we can get some of his favorite takeout?”

“Nah.” Y/N shook her head “it’s his birthday. We are not taking take-out. If anything I am going to prepare something nice from the scratch.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you agreed to this. I was truly worrying you were going to leave us alone with all the preparations.”

“When did I agree…..?” Y/N trailed, but quickly realized how tricked she was “oh, damn…..”

The three friends had their hands full for the last couple days. The hardest task was probably pretending that they had no clue Matt’s birthday were coming. Even though he was throwing hints left and right.

“I think I should replace my hoodie soon, it seems like it is tearing.” He said one day.

“Really? I know a nice shop with good men’s clothes so I can take you there.” Y/N replied not even looking up from her documents

“I’m running low on medical supplies” he whined on the other

“too many dangerous adventures lately?” Foggy laughed “maybe the devil needs retirement.”

“I might be taking some time off next Thursday., That’s a special date for me” was probably the most suggestive.

“All right. I’ll write it down so no one forgets and won’t take any clients of yours then.” Karen smiled brightly not catching the bait.

So all that left Matt in sad belief that no one of his friends remembered and made him just a bit more nostalgic than usual. He spoke less and tried to bury himself in the work. The plan was working just perfectly.

The only thing left to do was performing some magic so the three of them could leave the office early on that big day, without making Matt suspicious. Now that, that would be a challenge, no doubts. He was just too… careful and observant.

But during all those times of being friends with him, Foggy, Karen and Y/n got sneaky and creative as well. Maybe even more than Matt, since, after all, they were the ones who had to keep his identity a secret and come up with excuses for him being late or bruised or disheveled.

So when the next Thursday finally came, miraculously Y/N got sick, Karen found a lead of a new investigation and Foggy had a family emergency. As a result Matt was left alone in the office, sulking, putting on his characteristic sad wet cat expression and getting lost in thoughts. Somewhere around six he gave up completely and with a deep sigh left the office heading straight towards his apartment. Apparently the only thing he could hope for (even on his b-day) was getting into gear and getting beaten up.

Yeah, well. If only he had more faith in his friends.

“SURPRISE!”

“What…..?” his surprised gaze landed somewhere above Y/N’s head, all his posture asking for any kind of explanation. “What…..?”

“Oh, you silly one!” Y/N rushed towards him, enveloping him a tight hug in which he immediately got lost “Please tell me, you did not actually think we forgot about your special day?”

“I….. I kinda did…..”

“You are a man of a little faith, my friend” Foggy laughed, reaching for the paper hat and putting it on Matt’s head. “We’re gonna party like we did in college.” he added, handing him a bunch of party baloons in different shapes and sizes.

“We weren’t exactly party animals, Foggy.”

“Stop embarrassing us in front of the girls, Murdock!”

“If only that were the only thing that you can get ashamed of” Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Matt’s hand leading him inside “stop standing in the threshold birthday boy. There’s more than just some gadgets which were actually Foggy's ideas. ”

“Now you got me worried. I seriously hope you did not set fire in my apartment”

“Idiot!” Y/N smacked his head playfully “use some of your supersenses! Do you smell burnt?”

“Not really.” He smiled lightly “it’s actually pretty nice scent. What did you make?”

“Something special.” Karen grinned, getting the food out the oven “we figured you could actually use some home-cooked meal, instead of take-out again.”

“You shouldn’t have…..”

“Nonsense.” Foggy muttered.

“You, Nelson, have nothing to say in the matter! We made it all from scratch, you just came for the done!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I brought the presents! That was some heavy lifting”

“Guys!” Karen interrupted Y/N and Foggy’s banter “stop fighting, we should focus on the man of the hour.”

“No, please.” Matt whispered “laugh and bicker all you want. I haven’t had so much laugh and fun in here for a while. It’s just …. nice. Thank you all.”

“Don’t thank us, yet. At least not before tasting and opening the gift.”

“You really shouldn’t have…..”

“Mattie….” Y/N took a step towards him “listen to me” she grabbed his face in her hands and looked him straight into the eyes “you. deserve it. All right? Nod If you understand.” He nodded obediently “don’t you ever think differently, love.”

“Ok, you two lovebirds, come sit and let us eat! I’m hungry!”

“You are always hungry, Foggy!”

“I’m a busy, important man! I’m entitled to be hungry. Can I start now?”

“ NO!” Karen and Y/N yelled in unison

“WHY?!”

“Not before a birthday cake!”

“There’s a birthday cake?” Matt raised his happy, gazeless eyes onto his friends “really?”

“Of course. What’s a b-day party without a cake? Now, here.” The girls put the dessert onto the table and lighted the candles.

“We weren’t sure how old you were, you ancient one….” Foggy joked

“We were actually surprised you lived this long…..” Karen added

“So this is just symbolic number.” Y/N ended the sentence “But the wish is yours to make.”

“I don’t…..”

“Sh! You don’t have to say it outloud. Just think it. It’s all right.”

“All right.” Matt whispered, his eyes glimming a bit as he leaned over the candles and blew them off in the first try.

“Please, I just want them to stay with me like this. I don’t want to be alone ever again”. He though

“Yes!” his friends clapped happily “you made it, it’s gonna come true! Happy birthday, Matt!"

It already did. He closed his eyes, trying to process all those happy feelings bubbling inside him. Thank you, lord. I don’t deserve any of this.

“Finally! Can I eat now?!”

Matthew Murdock never believed he could be happy. He was used to constant pain, fear, guilt and regret. The feeling on carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders all alone. He was a martyr, who put himself on the cross and forgot how to get down from it. And now? Now all that emptiness that was his best friend, was extruded by laughing, joy and that warming presence of his favorite people – friends and the love of his life. They really were here. Despite everything he did, what he put them thought, they never stopped believing in him, never left him. God, he truly did not deserve them. Their voices, jokes and bantering was exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter what he was not alone. He smiled lightly, digging into the food. Made just for him. To celebrate him. All the effort they put into that, all the planning and preparations. It was just too much to handle and he started to shake, almost unnoticeably by anyone.

Anyone except Y/N, who sat the closest to him.

“Matty?” she reassuringly put a hand on his shoulder throwing him off his reverie “Are you all right?”

“I’m just…. I need a second all right?” he stood up from the table and exit the room, followed by his friends’ surprised gazes. Y/N didn’t even need to think twice when she walked right after him towards the bedroom. Her man was just sitting on the bed, sobbing lightly and that made her blood freeze in her veins.

“Matty?” in a blink of an eye she was by his side, cradling his head and taking all the mixed-up emotions filling him whole “what happened, love? Sh.” She caressed his cheek lovingly “it’s all good. Tell me. I can’t let you go through a mental breakdown tonight. And well, ever. But especially tonight. Tell me, Matt.”

“You’re just all so good to me.” He whispered, hiding face in the crook of her neck “I still can’t process that…”

“Process what, silly? That we love you? That we care about you? That we only want what best for you? Even if sometimes requires tough love?”

“Yes.” He confessed and his confession made her tighten the grip on him

“Good thing we can always remind you.” she smiled and kissed the top of his head

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course. I told you. You deserve it. You are a good person, Matthew Murdock. Stubborn like hell and individualistic, for sure, but deep down, nothing but good.”

‘Can we stay here for a while?” he asked just wanting to be with her until he got back his composure.

“I think….” She trailed, but sudden yelling from the dining room cut her off.

“Are you two gonna come out so Matt can open the presents?!”

“WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS IT, FOGGY?!” Y/N yelled back “WHY DO YOU FEEL THE URGE TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT TO DO IN WHAT ORDER?!”

All Foggy did in response was a happy laugh.

“something tells me he's getting another kind of present there!”

“Shut up, Franklin!” she couldn’t help but blush a bit “what do you say, jubiliarian, shall we get back?”

“Only if you give me your present later…” he smirked and kissed her cheek.

“We’ll see about that…..”

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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I’m so excited for ur Jetiri au 🤭🤭🤭

Me fucking too. And just because you asked, why don't we move the draft I've been working on right over here for you. I'm assuming you mean my modern au wheelchair Jake jeytiri shit, so that's what this is:

Quick recap from the Tommy post:

-Tommy was on a four year job with Grace studying botany in the rainforest in Brazil when Jake was paralyzed. Jake knew how excited he was about this once in a lifetime experience, and basically threatened to end Norm if he tattled to Tommy.

-Norm's solution was getting Jake into Mo'at's free clinic on a favor. He'd volunteered there a lot while he was getting his medical degree and ended up liking it so much he works there when he's got a free moment between research and projects. So he has a tiny bit of leeway to beg for a spot for Jake from Mo'at and Sylwanin.

-Jake is not the normal clientele for the free clinic. They are on the edge of the reservation, and mostly only cater to the native population and those nearby. Sylwanin tells Norm this, but Mo'at is pretty sure this'll work out. She can just tell that for some reason they need Jake just as much as he needs them.

-When Jake first shows up, Neytiri has last minute replaced Sylwanin for the month because she had to fill in for a doctor who had to go on emergency leave a few counties over. Jake will later insist this was divine intervention, whereas at the time Neytiri was fairly sure she was being punished.

-Neytiri is eighteen and freshly graduated from high school, and completely sure she does NOT want to work in the free clinic for the rest of her life. She isn't exactly sure what she will do, but it'll be something big and life changing.

-Jake is twenty-two and his life is over. He went from being a promising young marine one second, to being a burden on everyone around him the next. And now even this girl at the clinic is forced to deal with him when she wasn't supposed to.

-They start of very slow, with halfhearted attempts at weightlifting that Jake's heart is clearly not in very much. Neytiri starts to get a little more invested. She insists that he needs more wheelchair dexterity training, and stands on the back of his chair and makes Jake cart her around to all her other patients for a week. At first it was a joke but it quickly becomes a floor is lava type situation, where if she touches the ground she looses. She takes them swimming in the pond, forces Tsu'tey to help her create a wheelchair obstacle course and then makes he and Neytiri take turns racing Jake through it, takes him to an archery range for the arm strength.

-They start to get more and more ridiculous as she becomes pretty sure what Jake needs is to realize he can still do everything he wants. They go skydiving, play paintball, and go on a hike when Norm manages to rig a chair with wheels that go outdoors better.

-O b v i o u s l y one of the most important tests/exercises they do regularly is just like, making sure his dick works. Just to check. Gotta be sure.

-When Sylwanin comes back and asks her mother where Neytiri is so she can say hi, Mo'at rolls her eyes. Sylwanin is then almost run over by the classic daily Neytiri and Jake wheelchair race, who both then start demanding Mo'at declare them the winner. Mo'at picks Jake because she loves bothering Neytiri (and her soft spot for Jake is as well hidden as the sun) and Neytiri once again blames his experience and they bicker as she jumps on Jake's lap for a ride to her next patient.

-Sylwanin: ...wha-

Mo'at: shhhhh. Let it happen.

-The not so secret reason that Jake was at the clinic was less for his recovery and more for the literal depression he clearly had. It was Norm's "I will not rat you out to Tommy" condition. Jake considers himself all cured of that shit now, Norm, but everyone else isn't so sure. They all have come to love (and be super annoyed by) Jake and Neytiri together, but it's important Jake is able to be not depressed without Neytiri there.

-Jake: psh, why do I need to be happy without Neytiri?

Norm: because it's normal and healthy, Jake.

Jake: okay but what you are asking for is literally impossible.

-They give him a week. A week at home, NO NEYTIRI. The week does pass, and it actually goes well for Jake. He takes some independent trips in his brand new Norm finagled (bc the real ones are crazy expensive) Jake drivable truck, he works out on his own, reconnects with his old friend Trudy from the marines. He feels competent. He can't help but feel like he owes that confidence to Neytiri.

-Neytiri is noticeably sulking around the clinic, to the point that Sylwanin almost ALMOST calls Jake for her. It's insane. They're known each other for like three months at this point. Sylwanin has known her fiance her entire life, and she loves Tsu'tey, but sometimes he drives her crazy. They survived her month away, and she has work trips often.

-When Jake pulls back up to the clinic on his own in his own truck, they have the most dramatic reunion ever. It's like something out of a romcom. The regulars HAVE to applaud.

-It's to almost no ones surprise that when Jake announces his intention to head out traveling, Neytiri announces she'll be going with him. They spend the summer sending pictures from Niagara Falls, The Great Canyon, Arashiyama Bamboo Grove, the black sand beaches in Iceland, The Great Barrier Reef, Vaadhoo Island and many other places.

-They return happy, married, and pregnant; again, to no ones surprise (although Sylwanin manages to muster up a little outrage).

-Norm is so close to ratting Jake out to Tommy at this point.

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 months

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// TRIGGER WARNINGS - suicidal thoughts and suicide attempt (overdose).

this is really dark. i'm not in any danger right now btw, i just wanted to write this down. please take care, don't read this if the themes are triggering to you.

"hey, mr. stark. it's me again. how are you doing? how's the trip? you've been away for a couple of days now, haha..."

peter doesn't get any answer. he sighs.

"i guess my patrol hasn't been too bad. but school has been really stressing me out. sometimes i wish i could give up the decathlon too, but i already left band and a bunch of other things... i dunno, i don't think i can handle things the way i used to."

he stares at the night sky, listening to the whole city. it never sleeps and neither will peter.

"ned has been sick all week. it's nothing serious at least, but he needs to rest. and aunt may has been working so much, and i know that's my fault. i rarely see her now with all her night shifts. may still calls me and texts me, but it's not the same, y'know?" peter continues. "and i know you and happy have more important things to do, that's totally fine."

as peter says that, he starts tearing up.

"... i wish i could've told you to stay." he pauses. "that's really selfish of me, i know. you don't have to drop everything for my sake. i wouldn't want you to do that. i just..." he sniffs. "i miss you, mr. stark. i-i feel like i don't have anyone else right now."

he half uncovers his face so the tears don't make his mask gross.

"... you know when you come home and you don't feel anything? even after you had a good day or you didn't feel like shit all day? but then you get home and you see how empty it is... you wish you could disappear, somehow? because you don't want to go back outside, but you don't want to be home, either. there's nothing for you in either of them."

the emptiness is there, in peter's long silence. it's there with the lack of the other line. it's always there and it will be there no matter how busy peter may be, or how hard he may laugh with his best friend, or how happy he might be when he sees his mentor. because in the end, peter is not fulfilled. he will never be.

he can't stay home, he can't stay outside. where should he go?

...

"mr. stark..." peter gulps, despite the fact tony will likely not hear it. but he needs to say it before it's too late.

"... i love-"

you've reached the limit of voicemails.

even his phone is telling him to shut up.

peter inhales but he can't filter out his frustration. he growls and throws his phone to the ground. and it easily cracks in many pieces. oh great. how is he going to get a new phone now? how is aunt may ever going to pay for a new one?

he's sobbing violently in his empty room, his chest hurting and suffocating him. his cries echo in the lonely apartment.

he can't do this anymore.

he can't be alone anymore.

he's so tired.

peter has nowhere to go, like all the walls are closing around him, and he knows he'll get crushed and no one will save him, not even himself.

he needs to go. how? to where?

this pain is too much for him to handle.

peter wishes he could sleep. he hasn't slept well in days.

... he remembers tony left him some enhanced medication. not necessarily for sleeping, but they do leave peter sleepy. maybe if he takes enough, he won't even feel them and he can sleep for once.

peter just takes the pot of pills and he doesn't even know how many he grabs and puts in his mouth. he takes all of them in one huge sip of water. the effects don't happen in an instant, but peter can tell his mind is spinning and things are blurring.

he drops in his bed, knocking something over. it reminds him of when the effects of the spider bite hit him. he thought he was going to die then.

peter starts crying.

he's fading and fading...

and he couldn't even say goodbye to anyone. or "i'm sorry". or "i love you".

peter can only hold onto the blanket, the only thing he can hug right now.

what he would give to have a hug from tony now.

but tony is not coming, is he?

the black hole in peter is sucking everything in. all the light, all the hope, all the fear... there's nothing else left.

maybe this is for the best.

for everyone.

... he can vaguely tell his suit made a noise. he doesn't know what it is. and it doesn't matter anymore.

he's going to sleep.

he'll sleep now.

he'll...

...

#lotus speaks #fics #my fics #irondad #(sort of)#vent fic #suicide tw #overdose tw #suicidal thoughts tw #suicide attempt tw #drabble #not sure if or when i'll continue this

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 10 months

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Heeeyyy! I was hoping you could write a Marilyn x student reader where the reader is an extremely powerful earth mage/elementalist. She's so powerful that she has to meditate to control her powers and if she gets mad she loses control. So she comes across as this calm and collected individual. Marilyn and reader have started a secret relationship and have plans to leave together once reader graduates. But an angry outcast who hates normies attacks Marilyn and tries to kill her in front of the whole school, this causes reader to lose it. Think massive earthquakes, bricks and stones flying everywhere, reader's eyes glowing ominously towards Marilyn and the idiot that was trying to hurt her. Marilyn realizes reader is out of control and is trying to soothe her, "it's ok, it's ok, I'm ok, baby you have to stop, you're not like this!" "I-I can't control it Mari, get away from me, I don't want to hurt you!" "It's ok, you won't hurt me" Something along those lines and Marilyn's able to calm reader down.

But Marilyn is fired for being in a relationship with a student. Before she leaves Nevermore, she goes to say goodbye to reader only to find that the reader's parents have reader heavily medicated so she won't lose control again, reader is groggy, weak and sick but begs Marilyn to take her with her because she's always just been a pawn to her parents and everyone else because of how powerful she is. Marilyn steals her away, and they spend the rest of their days happily in love ❤️

Yesss!!!! here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! And sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))) <3 <3

It's a "heartquake"

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Angst, mighty reader, drug mentions, fluff…

Word count: 6,172

Summary: You were a powerful elementalist, and you had to be careful to not lose control. When one day the woman you’re in love with was attacked, you lost it…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Baby…” Marilyn whispered, while she caressed your head gently. You grunted and shifted in your position, snuggling further into her chest.

It was late at night and, as always, you were in your teacher's room, not exactly teaching. Some time ago, the friendly relationship you had turned into something different. Something inevitable after weeks of tension and a clear crush. There was only one problem. What you were doing was forbidden, it was a secret. It took you getting used to not being able to show your love in public, but it was worth it just for those nights full of love words and kisses, hugs and caresses...

“What?” You asked with a sleepy voice, smiling as you rested on her bare chest. She looked at you with a tender smile, kissing your forehead.

“You've fallen asleep,” the redhead said, whispering to you. You looked up and shook your head childishly.

“That's a lie…” You said, yawning. “I was just… imagining.”

Marilyn nodded, obviously not believing a word, laughing affectionately.

“And what did you dream? Sorry, what did you imagine?” She asked you amused, moving so that you lay down next to her, turning and holding your hand. You pouted at that deliberate mistake, but laced your fingers through hers and started thinking fast so you could give her a good answer.

“Well…. A beach... The sea waves... You and me...” You said sighing, getting closer to her. Her smile spread even further.

“A sunset…” She said, with the same tone as you.

“The sea breeze moving our hair…” You said, feeling that you could “not fall asleep” again.

“You're very cute…” Marilyn told you, moving you gently so your eyes wouldn't close again. “I'm sorry, love, but you have to…”

You snorted, but you closed your eyes and took a breath, just as you had learned when you were a little girl.

“I don't want to leave, Mari… I want to stay with you…” You said, getting up and putting on the best sad face you could. She got up and kissed your shoulder, hugging you from behind.

“Hold on a little longer honey, there are only a few months left until your graduation…” She whispered in your ear. You nodded reluctantly, trying to find some article of clothing between the sheets.

“I can't wait that long…” You said sadly, getting out of bed and starting to get dressed. Marilyn stayed sitting on the bed, looking at you like every night.

“You're beautiful, you know that?” She told you softly, caressing your arm, which made you feel chills. You laughed, putting on your shirt.

“How can I forget it? You tell me every night,” you said joking.

“And by phone,” the redhead added, getting dressed as well. “And I will always tell you, (Y/N)…”

“Woe to you if one day you forget it,” you said, leaning towards her and giving her a soft and slow goodbye kiss. “Good night, Mari...”

“I love you, honey, good night,” she replied, before you separated painfully and walking out the door.

You walked through the Nevermore’s halls, alert. No one could see you go in or out of there, it could be your downfall. Using your best stealth skills, you managed to sneak into your room without waking your roommate up and get into bed.

You took your Ipod, and like every night since you could remember, you played your selection of chill out music. According to your parents, it was very important that you relax before going to sleep, to avoid nightmares or frights. You followed all their advice, even if some seemed absurd to you.

You couldn't not to do it. You were born with an ability that many people would pay billions for. You were considered to be a pure elementalist, the most powerful of all. Genetics were very capricious and that hidden gene that your great-grandmother had one day went directly to you.

You could control so many things that even you were not aware of your full potential. The weather, the tides, the fire. It seemed like a skill any movie villain would dream of, but it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. That great power is not that it entailed great responsibility, it is that it could directly make any place swallowed by earth by an earthquake, or that a huge tsunami would inundate a coastal city.

Normally you didn't have that ability, rather you never used it on purpose, of course. Although you were already 18 years old, there were aspects that you found difficult to master and one of them was the loss of control over your own powers. Any fright, shock, trauma or anger could unleash disaster around you. You tried to train it so that it wasn't something dangerous, but you didn't know how to do it. The only thing you could do to avoid those situations was to simply relax, live your life calmly and serenely.

And so you did. You practiced yoga every morning and every day you did several meditation sessions. Thus, you avoided any unforeseen event that might arise, and it helped you see life in a calmer way. Perhaps that serenity, accompanied by a tender smile, was what pushed Marilyn Thornhill, your botany teacher, to commit such a risky act as falling in love with a student.

Lucky for you, that clandestine relationship wouldn't be forever. After seeing how in love you were with each other, Marilyn came up with a simple idea but for you it was salvation. When you graduated, that means in a matter of months, you would go away together far away from Nevermore, and from Jericho. You knew you would miss your friends, maybe your family a little less, they always controlled you too much, but it was the decision you wanted to make and, long before confessing your love, the one you already imagined in your dreams.

“What's wrong with you today?” You asked one of your classmates while you relaxed in the quad after a day full of classes. The girl nudged you and you laughed, trying to look at what she was typing on her phone.

“Nothing…” The girl said, adjusting her sunglasses.

“You lie,” you said at the same time the three of you who were there.

“Come on, Yoko, we know you're seeing someone…” Enid said, another of your classmates.

“I'd rather not talk about who's seeing who…” The vampire said, joking. It was a really fun time, but your alarm clock always went off at the wrong time.

“Wow…” You said with your usual calm voice. “Sorry girls, it's my meditation hour.”

“You can't call meditation listening to music in the opposite corner…” Enid said, joking. You shrugged and got up from the table.

You always went to the same corner, you sat on the stone and put on that relaxing music while you closed your eyes and controlled your breathing.

“Mmm,” you hummed in rhythm with the music, leaving your mind completely blank.

The alarm went off after ten minutes and you opened your eyes, sighing, feeling completely relaxed. When you took off your headphones, you discovered that someone had sat down at the table right next to you. Marilyn.

She looked at you sideways, as if she wanted to tell you to come closer. Obviously you smiled, feeling frustrated, because your heart was beating fast again.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill,” you said with a formal tone. She smiled at you, holding back a laugh at your polite words.

“(Y/N)…” She said, pretending to be busy reading a book.

“What are you reading?” You asked curiously, assuring you that no gossip was around. She looked up from her book and showed you its cover. “Pride and prejudice?” You said, grimacing.

“Love stories are my weakness, I admit it. You should read it,” she told you, discreetly winking at you.

You shook your head with a mocking sneer.

“I've watched the movie and there's nothing more distressing,” you said between laughs. She accompanied you briefly as well, discreetly running a hand under the table, which she joined with yours.

“Hey, I've always wondered, what do you listen with so much interest when you meditate?” She asked, pointing to your IPod. You looked at it and turned it on, bringing it closer to her.

“Listen to it by yourself.”

“Oh, wow, it's… Relaxing but at the same time it has rhythm,” Marilyn said, nodding. After a few minutes, she returned the player to you.

“Café del Mar… The best chill out club in Ibiza,” you commented, putting it in your bag.

“Ibiza… I see that you like the beach…”

“Yes, but it's better when I imagine myself there with you…” You said in a more discreet tone. Her cheeks flushed red and her hands began to shake. You knew how to make her nervous. You were the calmest girl in Nevermore, but you could make even Principal Weems nervous if you put your mind to it.

Everything indicated that it was going to be a good day, like all the others, but no, it wasn’t going to be.

“You!” A violent voice resounded in the courtyard, drawing the attention of everyone present. It was Greg, one of the art teacher's assistants. A quiet boy, with telekinesis and the face of evil. He stormed toward your table, glaring at Marilyn with rage. “Get up, you filthy normi! Your time has come…” He said, hitting the wooden table. The redhead opened her eyes and, scared, she got up from the table, just like you.

“What…? What's wrong with you?” Marilyn asked, taking several steps back.

The boy laughed out loud, shaking his head.

“You don't have anywhere to go, normi, I've had enough…” He hissed.

Everyone in the quad headed for the table, murmuring. The boy pulled a knife from his pants and threatened Marilyn with it.

“You are the scum of society…” Greg said, approaching her. You were looking at the scene, shocked, you were unable to move. “Normies deserve to die… They killed my family.”

Marilyn was shaking her head, her entire body shaking as she made reassuring hand gestures.

“Gregory! Throw the knife right now!” Larissa, the principal, yelled, entering the place with determination. The crazy Greg pointed in all directions with the knife, while people just screamed in surprise.

“Don't come closer or I'll kill you all…” He murmured. “Normies deserve to die!”

“Gregory, don't be foolish, your family died in a traffic accident…” Larissa said, trying to reassure the boy.

That only made him more nervous and with a quick movement, he grabbed Marilyn and put the knife to her neck, pulling her as if she were a hostage.

“Not one more step, or I'll cut her throat right here…” He threatened. “Well, though, you're going to die anyway.”

You blinked, looking at the redhead. She was in danger, he was going to kill her. Little by little the shock was disappearing, but the nerves prevented you from having a cool mind. A cold air breeze passed through your body and suddenly, you felt a strong cramp, as if you had been shocked by an electric cable.

All your muscles went rigid and you weren't blinking anymore, you were just looking at Greg and Marilyn, the rest was a blur.

“You…” You sighed with a dark voice, unable to stop walking towards where the boy was. “Leave her... Leave her alone!” You yelled with all your might. Greg laughed, but just for a moment. You could feel the blood flowing through your veins and you clenched your fist tight. Nothing you did was up to you, your body was reacting to the danger your lover, the woman of your life, was in. And that was bad, very bad.

At first it was just a little jolt, but soon the shaking became constant. The ground shook violently, while your bright eyes looked at Greg with a blank look. It was an earthquake, you had caused a terrible earthquake in Nevermore. The ground cracked and panicked screams began to echo through the place.

“Hurry, everyone under the tables!” Larissa yelled, covering her head with her hands. The school was in an old building and those strong shakes began to cause a rain of stones and bricks.

One of these, clearly controlled by you, landed directly on Greg's head, and he fell unconscious to the ground. The goal was accomplished, but there was no turning back. The part of your mind that you didn't control made you want to see that boy crushed under a mountain of rubble and you wouldn't stop until you got it.

“Ahhhhhhh!” You yelled, causing the intensity of the tremors to increase, opening some cracks in the walls. You were completely out of control and if you didn't stop, you would collapse the building, with its terrible consequences. Marilyn was on the ground, looking at you horrified. Everyone else was under cover. Everything was chaos, destruction, debris flying all over the yard. People were screaming, but they were just whispers to you.

“(Y/N)! Stop, please stop…” The redhead said, getting closer to you as she could. You looked at her, blinking. Something returned in that instant, but your desire for destruction was much stronger. You couldn't stop, even if you wanted to.

“I, I can't, Mari…” You said, staring at her. “I can’t, I can't control it...”

“Sweetheart, my love... Please... You, you're not like that, you have to stop, I’m begging you,” Marilyn said almost reaching for you. You backed away in horror.

“Stay away! I don't want to hurt you, please, please, you have to go. I said stay away!”

“It's alright, it's alright, honey. You won't hurt me, I know it and you know it too…” She told you with a strangely calm voice in the midst of all that chaos.

“Get away...” You said sobbing, while the crack in the ground got bigger and bigger.

“(Y/N), think about our beach, how happy we are when you imagine the future, you remember?” She told you, being able to take your hand and caress it lightly. The rubble kept falling, but your gaze was a little clearer, especially because of the touch of her hand in yours. “That's it, baby... You and me, the sea... the waves...”

She closed her eyes and continued caressing you. You did the same, and little by little the tremor subsided.

“(Y/N), you will always be my good girl… My precious girl… I love you…” She told you when, in a soft movement, she gave you a soft kiss on the lips. “You've already saved me, now I have to save you…” She whispered with the softest voice you'd ever heard. “Just relax, baby, please…”

You sobbed, and with one last jolt, the shaking stopped completely. You hugged the redhead and she hugged you tightly in her arms, kissing you afterwards, in front of everyone, a small detail that she surely didn't think of.

“I love you…” You whispered, before seeing yourself overwhelmed by the effort and collapsing in her arms. You don't remember anything else, only that she didn't let you fall to the ground, that she knelt next to you.

Everything went black.

You could hear rumors, murmurs. You felt like you were in a bed, but it wasn't yours, the sheets were rough. You were probably in the infirmary.

Whenever you got out of control, you'd pass out for several hours. It was a kind of coma that little by little became more and more lucid. You knew you were conscious, but your body felt heavy, you were unable to move, not even open your eyes.

“How is she, Martha?” A familiar voice asked, while you felt a weight in your bed. It was Marilyn, stroking your forehead lovingly. You struggled to move, but you couldn't. It was maddening, but at least she was by your side.

“She’s alright. She will recover in a few hours, or so I hope,” the nurse said. “Now she is catatonic, but from what her parents have said, it is normal.”

“Well, that's a relief… how about the wounded ones?” Marilyn asked.

“Luckily everyone has already returned to their rooms, it has been a miracle that there were no major misfortunes, the earthquake caught me in the bathroom,” she said, almost joking. You imagined that Marilyn was smiling at that moment. “That jerk Greg is already in the asylum. To be honest, I don't know how I would have reacted.”

“The important thing is that nothing has happened,” Marilyn said. You sensed that she was looking at you, because her voice sounded clearer.

“Marilyn,” a new voice said, in unison with the infirmary door opening. “I assumed you'd be here, I heard you'd already come back from the police station.”

The weight you felt in bed abruptly disappeared.

“Martha, would you be so kind as to leave us alone, please?” Weems asked. Footsteps were heard immediately after and then the door closed again.

“I…” Marilyn stammered. Everyone saw you kissing, and that had consequences.

“I don't want you to say anything,” Larissa said, approaching you and running a hand over your forehead as well. “First of all, I must thank you for managing to calm down (Y/N) before there was a greater misfortune.”

“Well, I…”

“Secondly…” Larissa interrupted. “I think it’s not necessary for me to tell you that sentimental relationships between teachers and students are totally forbidden, as well as being completely inappropriate.”

You wanted to scream, make the earth tremble again. Those words weren't kind, they weren't from a person who was go to ignore it. Of course not.

“I… I don't know what to say,” Marilyn said, her voice cracking. “It just came up and...”

“And? Please Marilyn, these guys don't even know what they want. As a friend of yours, I advise you to stop playing with girls like (Y/N). You can do a lot of damage to her.”

You burned with rage inside your particular comatose cage.

“We love each other, Larissa. I don't know what you’re thinking, but you're wrong,” Marilyn said, nervous and agitated.

“I'm sorry, Marilyn, even if what you say is true, the rules are the same for everyone and you have broken one that I can't just ignore. Tomorrow you will leave Nevermore. Don't worry, I know you are a good woman, I will do everything possible to find you a good position, I have contacts with many elite schools in the area.”

“Please, Larissa, don't do this to me…” Marilyn cried.

The worst suspicions were confirmed. Marilyn was fired and you couldn't even cry.

“I have no choice…” Larissa said. You heard the redhead crying, something you had never heard. Her cries split your soul in two and worst of all, you didn't know if you could see her for the last time the next day. All was not lost, after all, you were graduating that year, but living away from her was the same as dying for you.

“Okay,” Marilyn said, her tone cooling. “But you have to do me a favor.”

“I'll do what I can,” Larissa said, with a somewhat affected voice, you knew they got along well.

“Just, just… Let me say goodbye to her, please.”

“Marilyn...” Larissa sighed. “Don't make it more difficult for me… I can't let you see her…”

“Please, Larissa, I'm begging you. I'll leave as soon as she recovers, I promise.”

You heard a sigh from Larissa.

“Very well, you will wait until (Y/N) recovers…” She finally said. You heard how her heels clicked and they walked towards the exit.

The weight returned to the bed and you could feel Marilyn leaning against your shoulder, sobbing.

“I'm sorry, my love…” She whispered in your ear. “I promise I'll wait for you, and we'll leave together when you graduate...”

You opened your eyes suddenly, but to your disappointment, there was no one in the infirmary.

“Mari?” You growled, checking with satisfaction how you could move now. There was no answer, just the morning light.

You had slept through the night and your whole body was sore and exhausted. Your eyes went straight to a glass of water next to you, next to a rose. You looked at the flower with tears in your eyes. Naturally you knew whose it was.

“Shit, shit,” you said, tapping your foot on the table. No matter how much anger you felt at that moment, you were incapable of causing more disasters, at least until a few hours had passed.

Approaching voices made you stick your head out from between your knees. Some voices that were the last ones you wanted to hear at that moment. Your parents.

“(Y/N),” your mother said, with her usual look of fear. “It's a good thing you're okay.”

Your mother entered the room and ran to hug you, followed by your father.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, overwhelmed by the hugs. You had more horrible and important things to think about than your parents. You wanted to immediately get out of that room and look for the redhead, but it wasn't going to be that simple.

“Larissa called us last night to tell us what happened,” your father said, crouching down next to you. “I hope it wasn't an accident for forgetting your routines.”

You shook your head.

“No... I... Well, they were about to kill someone and I lost control,” you explained, so that you wouldn't get another absurd scolding from your father for forgetting his "infallible training and meditation routine"

“That is what they have told us, that despite everything, you have behaved like a heroine,” your mother said, caressing you calmly. You turned your face away and looked at the clock. Time was running against you and your parents were an obstacle.

“Well, thanks for coming, but I'm fine,” you said, pulling off the covers and trying to get out of bed, which you couldn't do, since your mother pushed you back down. Your father gestured towards the door and a sinister man, whom you already knew, entered the infirmary.

“What is this guy doing here?” You said with an unpleasant grimace.

“Dr. Charles has kindly decided to accompany us. He's going to help you, as always,” your mother said with a tender, but false smile.

You knew that doctor. He was a nasty man, who, since you were very young, tried to make you as docile as possible. He was the prototype of a bitter person, who had no vocation for his work. A psychiatrist who years ago had stopped listening to people's problems. Now he was only dedicated to medicate them without any interest in doing the best for his patients.

“I don't need help, I'm fine,” you said, trying again to get out of bed, without success.

“No, honey, you're not fine,” your mother said. The man looked at you briefly and placed a briefcase on the table. “You have lost control and we cannot allow that to happen again.”

“Er... Charles, are you sure that she will be able to continue helping my harvest like this?” Your father asked, while the doctor was looking for something without even looking at you.

“Of course… As long as she doesn't finish receiving the dose, she will be able to control everything you ask of her,” the doctor said, taking out a syringe.

“What?” You asked, scared. “What's that?”

“Calm down, (Y/N), it's for your own good. It is a medicine that will help you control yourself much better, so you won't hurt anyone.”

You widened your eyes with fear and stirred, being held by your parents, while the doctor approached sinisterly.

“But, but, I didn't do it on purpose, it was an emergency situation. I, I don't get out of control so easily,” you protested.

“Don't you realize that you almost killed your companions? I'm sorry, (Y/N), but it's the best for you,” your father said, holding you tight.

“No, no!” You yelled, noticing how inevitably the needle stuck into your neck.

Right after, you felt dizzy, and you stopped moving, you couldn't do it. Everything was spinning and your muscles relaxed, causing you to fall back on the bed.

“One a day will suffice,” the doctor said, with a sinister smile. “Don't worry, this way (Y/N) won't be a danger to anyone anymore.”

Your parents took you to your room. They had to help you walk. Your limbs were weak and you were terribly disoriented. They sat you in a chair and left you there.

“I'm sure everything will be better from now on, (Y/N),” you heard your mother say. Her voice was not clear, it was like an echo that sounded reverberating in your mind. You tried to clench your fists, but you couldn't. You blinked slowly, unable to keep your eyes fully open.

You were not aware of anything that was happening around you until you managed to realize that your parents had left.

Your mouth was pasty, you were terribly thirsty, but you couldn't barely move your arm to reach for a glass of water. They had medicated you as they always threatened. By defending the love of your life, you just ended up being just a vegetable. You weren't aware of time, or anything. You only looked into infinity, shedding tears between weak and sick sobs.

You shook your head at what sounded like a knock on the door. Slowly it opened and Marilyn appeared. She had her coat on, and she was carrying a flower pot in her arms. Your head was working well enough to remember what had happened. Your tears spilled more intensely.

“Mari…” You sighed, with a guttural voice and slurred words. “You've come…”

The redhead smiled sadly, she left the pot on the desk and pounced on you, hugging you tightly.

“I'm sorry, honey... It's all my fault...” she said to you, sobbing. You moved her arms to hug her back, but you were unable to exert even the slightest force on her body. She noticed and frowned at you.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” She asked worriedly, while raising your chin. You couldn't even keep your head up. Your eyes were a half-closed mess and your jaw dropped like you were something like the walking dead. Marilyn looked at you scared, shaking her head.

“Mari... I'm... I'm very thirsty,” you said stammering, pointing to a glass of water that your parents left there.

Marilyn nodded and picked up the water, feeding you a drink like you were a baby who couldn't do it on her own.

“My God, honey…” She sighed, putting the glass back on its place. “My love, but what have they done to you?” She asked sobbing, looking at you horrified.

“My...My parents... They think... They think I'm dangerous and...” You explained the way you could. Marilyn shook her head, putting a hand to her mouth. “Not like this anymore… I don't hurt anyone anymore…”

“Oh, no… (Y/N), my little girl, my precious girl…” She said hugging you again. “I'm so sorry…”

You were crying too, but you hardly moved. You were almost unconscious, talking like a drug addict, like a poor person undergoing a lobotomy in the 60s.

“Mari…” You sighed again, while the redhead cried, kneeling, resting her head on your lap.

“I wish I didn't have to leave, honey… I need to be here with you. But calm down, okay? Just… You just have to hold on a little longer, just two more months,” she told you, looking at you. You sighed, moving her hand to take hers.

Your head couldn't process so many things at the same time in that state, but it could launch a desperate cry, a cry for help.

“Marilyn… Please… Take me with you… I want to get out of here…” You said, speaking as clearly as possible. The redhead stood up and looked around.

“But honey, I can't do that. Larissa has been generous in letting me say goodbye to you but…”

“Please,” you begged, clutching limply at her dress. “I, I don't want to be here without you, being… A pawn for my parents… They only want me to do things for them… I can't… Please… No…”

She ran a hand over the back of her neck. It was night, the window only reflected darkness.

“Honey, it's dangerous,” Marilyn said, cupping your face in her hands. “If they find out it was me...”

“Nothing will happen... I’m... I’m of legal age... Please, Mari... take me with you...” You said sobbing. Marilyn withdrew your hand from her dress and stroked your forehead. Her look was doubtful, it was clear that she was debating with herself. After a while, she wiped away her tears and separated from you, going to your closet.

“Can you walk?” She asked you, putting your clothes in a suitcase that you kept under the bed.

You smiled, understanding what that meant. To your regret, you shook your head.

“I've tried but… I'm very weak,” you murmured, making an effort to get up from your chair. Marilyn put a hand on your shoulder to keep you from getting up. “I'm, I'm sleepy.”

“Okay, okay, honey... Listen, I'm going to take your things to the car, so it will be easier for me to take you to it. I'll be right back. You just… hold on, okay?” She told you, kissing you on the lips and taking your backpack and the suitcase that she had just packed. You looked at her, drugged, but happy, radiant with happiness. You didn't think she would make a decision like that, much less when it was the idea of a talking vegetable like you were at that moment.

The door closed and now you felt a force that made you hold your head high, and clench your fists a little. You didn't know how long that medicine lasted, but at some point it had to wear off. You felt so strong that you tried to get up, without success. The minutes passed and the nerves took over your weak body, at least until the door opened again.

“Okay, all set. Come on, honey, up,” the redhead said, grabbing you under the arms and lifting you up. Your steps were slow, and if you didn't have Marilyn to hold you, you would have fallen to the ground.

Juggling, she managed to get you into a jacket, and with slow, clumsy steps, you left the room forever.

The air was cool, but comforting. Marilyn didn't say anything, she just cared about keeping you on your feet. Soon you arrived at her little car. She opened it and with an effort, she got you in the back, lying on the seats.

“I love you…” You murmured, feeling how your eyelids were getting heavier. Marilyn looked at you and smiled pityingly as she put the seatbelt on you as best she could and covered you with a blanket.

“Me too, my baby girl…” She said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Try to sleep, soon everything will be fine, my love.”

Saying that, she put the front seat back on its place and sighed, leaning against the car. It was surely a risky move for her, she must be very nervous. You cursed your parents for leaving you like this, for not being able to comfort your lover, in the dangerous sacrifice she was making.

“Marilyn, what are you supposed to do?” The principal's voice made your heart skip a beat.

“Larissa,” Marilyn said, startled by her sudden unwanted presence. “I… I'm sorry, I have no other choice.”

“Other choice? Where are you taking this poor girl?” Weems asked.

“My God, Larissa, haven't you seen what her parents have done to her? They have medicated her until turning her into a mere dummy,” Marilyn said, pointing at you.

Larissa leaned in to look at you, her gaze serious. You opened your eyes a little and looked at Weems. You didn't need to pretend, you were already a rag.

“My God…” she sighed. Weems shook her head, turning away from the window.

“I don't care if you try to stop me, I plan to go with her, and neither you nor anyone else is going to stop me,” The redhead said, opening the driver's door. Larissa closed it immediately, saying nothing.

“We have no right to interfere in the decisions that her family makes, Marilyn,” she said with a calm voice, quite the opposite of the redhead, who trembled nervously.

“Do you really think that she will be better here? Medicated for life? Without hope? I don’t believe it. I'm sorry, but I love her and I want her to be happy, I want to get her out of the hell that her family wants to put her into. She deserves a better life. I will pass over you, and over all who try to stop me.”

Larissa thought, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. It was hard for you to stay awake, but even so you struggled not to sleep, to recover your strength, something that didn't seem possible.

Larissa took the phone from her and started using it. Marilyn, believing that she was calling her parents or the police, became even more nervous, and, desperate, she tried to get into her car, being stopped by Larissa again.

Marilyn's cell phone rang and Larissa nodded for her to look at it. The redhead, distrustful, took the mobile and stared at the screen.

“What is this?” She asked, reading some kind of document.

“It is the academic record of (Y/N). She's a bright girl and since I can't help you take her away, at least I don't want her potential to go to waste. I don't like it, it's not appropriate, but at least I want you to do things well, take care of her and worry about her future, will you do it?”

Marilyn's jaw dropped, reading and rereading the document. Soon her face turned from fear to joy as she threw herself into Larissa's arms.

“Of course I will, thanks Larissa. Thank you very much,” she said, now yes, getting into the car.

You smiled with your eyes closed, noticing how the car began to move and the Nevermore gates were left behind. Finally, you let sleep overcome you.

“Yes, I understand, Mrs. Dreel, I know it's hasty but… Sure, sure, of course…” Marilyn's voice woke you up. The car was stopped. Your head ached and you felt the morning chill coming in through the open car door.

You unbuckled and sat in the seat, satisfyingly checking that only a mere hangover from that awful drug remained. You looked around, pulling back the blanket. You were at what looked like a gas station. You shook your head several times. You remembered what happened, but you still couldn't believe it was just real. You leaned over to push the front seat forward and awkwardly climb out of the vehicle.

Marilyn was talking on the phone, pacing aimlessly like she used to.

“Yes, Mrs. Dreel, oh, thank you very much. We'll see each other in two days. Thank you, bye,” she said, after which, she hung up the phone.

You came close. You were still dizzy, but you could keep your balance. You soon caught her attention and she ran towards you.

“(Y/N)… My baby girl… How are you, sweetie?” She asked, hugging you affectionately. You smiled and leaned on her shoulder, now yes, being able to hug her tightly.

“Is it a dream, Mari?” You asked. She laughed, pulling you away a bit and kissing you tenderly.

“No, it's not…” She sighed, caressing your cheek. “You see… It was going to be a surprise, but I've been talking to the owner of the house and we can settle in whenever we want,” she told you. You raised your eyebrows.

“House? What house?” You asked, getting an idea of the answer.

“Well, the one I bought for us, of course. It's next to the beach, just like you wanted.”

You jumped for joy and messily kissed your girlfriend, who laughed, trying to get rid of you.

“Have you bought a house?” You asked incredulously.

“Of course. I have no one but you, honey. My savings couldn't be put to a better use… But, there are still many hours away, first things first, are you hungry, honey?”

You were very excited, but taking a deep breath, you were able to calm down and nod effusively.

“Good, because me too, come, let's have breakfast,” she said, taking your hand and leading you towards a small restaurant next to the gas station.

You sat at a table, wide-eyed, with a bunch of positive emotions running through your body. It was impossible to relax like this, but it seemed that your powers were calm. Your parents didn't understand anything, you just had to be happy, and now you were, and you would be forever, together with her.

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[Almnesia Was His Name Pt. 4 - CW: Memory Loss - Previous, Next]

The hospital lights were a lot brighter than Almond wished for them to be. Sitting in the waiting room of the hospital Latte had booked him for had the detective more than a bit fidgety. It reminded him too much of the times he was stuck inside waiting for a moment to escape and grab a smoke. Though rather than wanting to escape for a cigarette, he was more worried about his work and the discovery that there could be something wrong with him. His unfocused gaze stared so deep into the floor that he may as well be digging it out, he would only be interrupted from his anxieties by the shifting of his overcoat. Perking up and rubbing at his eyes to get a clearer vision, he'd look to his side and find Walnut trying to slink underneath his coat. "It's cold..." She'd complain lightly, the fact that there were metal arms on the chairs between them making this whole crawling situation more awkward for the both of them.

The older detective looked away for a moment, unsure of what entirely to do. He didn't even realize it was that cold until it was mentioned. Right... what would be the 'mom' thing to do in this situation? "Uh." Alm buffered a response, then decided perhaps it would be better to just give up his coat. It's not like he was wearing it properly anyway, even if the cold got to his body before it got to his brain. "Here, kid. You can have it until you get too warm, okay?" There was a happy little 'yay!' from the kid as she practically snatched the overcoat from Almond's shoulders and put it on herself with practiced ease. Ha. She looked cute wearing something way too big for her.

"Mothers always know best, huh?" The second voice nearly startled Almond out of his chair. Whipping around, he'd practically forgotten that Latte was here. Right... Walnut needed someone to watch over her while he was getting checked on. Whatever that entailed... he wasn't exactly looking forward to it. "Right, yea, Mother knows best," the investigator would echo half-heartedly, hoping that his heart that tried beating out of his chest would calm before he was called back. Right. Since he was here, he may as well pry some information out of his colleague. "So... how are they gonna go about this whole thing? Scan my brain with magic or something?" The medical magical field may be well-researched and strongly supported, but as someone who's run across so many uses of magic malpractice...

"Oh, no, not at all! This place actually uses a lot of alternative methods to magic instead! I know how you are when it comes to medmagic." He doesn't recall ever expressing distaste for it, but perhaps that's just his demeanor giving it away. "There's this one doctor that I've heard hasn't failed a patient yet! I'm surprised I was able to schedule something so soon... and something that matched your schedule, too!" "Sure, 'matched'... If my communicator goes off, then I will have to dart out of here. You know that, right?" "Well, at least you won't be leaving Walnut all alone again!" Almond does not want to acknowledge the multiple times he has forgotten Walnut at the local park or school from having to commit to his duties at his second job. If he has to pretend to be some child's mom, can't he at least pretend to be a good mom? Though... he does feel horrible about it, as much as he wants to push that into the back of his mind and forget about it. It's not as if he could remember the kid's name for more than ten minutes at a time.

"Almond Cookie. Almond, the doctor is ready to see you." Oh. It's time. The detective would take a deep breath and push himself up from his chair, feeling a lingering chill on his hands from the metal bars of the chair's arms as he'd take a few steps then pause. Alm glanced behind him, making sure the two were following before following whatever nurse was going to give him a briefing and whatever else. Height and weight gauging, going over the medical history he had- noting that he didn't have any form of memory issues beforehand. Whilst that was being mentioned, Almond side-eyed Walnut, wondering if she should really be hearing this part. She didn't seem to mind, though, clinging to Latte's side and just enjoying the coat that was far beyond her proper size. It made him... smile. Wally wasn't something he'd expect to care for much, but in fleeting moments like these, he'd find that there was something in his mind that liked it far more than just anyone else's child grinning from ear to ear.

Most general go-overs were a blur. They were nothing important and were promptly treated as such by the detective's mind. It wasn't until his mind was prompted back to focus by a slab of red coming into his vision. Oh... the doctor. Blinking back to take in his surroundings properly, he was sat on the cushioned bed-turned-chair of an examination room. To his side, seats filled by the two ladies that'd come with him. Latte seemed to be staring at him worriedly while holding the kiddo's hand. The little one on the other hand seemed to be curious about her surroundings and staring at the doctor who greeted them all warmly. "Good afternoon! I'm Dr. Cassonade... I heard that you all are here with some concerns about memory issues?" Latte would nod, turning her attention to the medical professional. Red suit, dark brown hair with orange-ish speckles of brown sugar darted through it, dark green tie, and glasses reminiscent of a certain lawyer... This was the one she'd heard about, certainly. "Yes! Yes, I'm certain you've heard about the oddities... We were wondering if you could see if something had gone on to cause this."

The doctor would nod, looking between the two in the chairs before raising their gaze to Almond, who stared back incredulously. "You must be Almond, I assume? It is very nice to meet you!" Such warmth would only be met with a gruff 'mhm'. Cassonade stood awkwardly still at the unfriendly response, though continued to smile and acted as if the moment hadn't happened. He'd head to the other side of the small room the four were all in, poking at some monitor with information that Almond couldn't see from where he sat. Probably a whole bunch of medical mumbo-jumbo he couldn't begin to understand. "Right," Casso would begin, "when it comes to things like this... I would first like to do some prerequisite testing. See what you do and don't remember- along with some general mental faculty tests! Now, most of it was done when you completed the check-in form-" he doesn't remember filling one of those out, but he does remember holding a pen recently for some reason, "-I still have other things I wish to check... Like response time and personal memory!"

The doc would lean out from behind their monitor and look at non-patients with a certain softness that Almond almost read as some form of empathy. "So, for that, I'll need to be alone with Almond here, if that's okay? You can stand outside, I just need the room for us." "Oh, sure!" Latte chirped, gracefully standing up and adjusting her hat with her still available hand. "Come on, sweetie. Mom's going to have the doctor make sure he's all healthy and happy, okay?" "Okay!" The mentioned 'sweetie' would follow behind Latte, though would keep the heavy door open for just a moment as she stared down the medic with something akin to scorn. Though she looked more like an angry puppy than anything else. "You better make mommy feel better!!" There was a laugh from Casso as they gave her a pat on the helmet that Almond found nearly gave him a knee-jerk reaction of a growl. Why would he...? He doesn't know this kid.

Once the door was closed, Dr. Cassonade would take a deep breath and keep that damned smile on their face. They adjusted their glasses, then reached into a drawer underneath the screen that they were using earlier to pull out a whiteboard, marker, and sterile cleaning rag. "What is this, elementary school?" Almond would state with underlying scorn. How is this supposed to show that he has memory issues? "I know, I know... It may seem childish, but I promise it will help! Unless you'd... like to just tell me your answers verbally." "Yes. Yes, I would." "A-ah, alright then!" And thusly, the objects would be put away in favor of some flash cards. Two packs, one with shapes, colors, numbers... and one with people- with the second one looking handmade. Equally as degrading to see. He's not five! He's-... how old was he again? Ugh, that didn't matter! "Now, I'm going to show you some simple images, and I want you to identify them, okay? If you don't recognize one, just tell me and I'll tell you what it is and skip to the next one. Does that sound alright to you?" Almond rubbed at his face, reluctant but nodding all the same. "Sure, sure. Let's just get this over with."

Answering the cards was a breeze, truly. These were things anybody knew. Animals, shapes, colors, and numbers, all things someone would learn in early years of school. It was almost patronizing how delighted the doctor was to see him succeed at something so simple. Every time they'd write something down, he couldn't help but glower at the medic. This almost felt like being at a pediatric's office rather than being at an actual hospital. "Alright, I'm happy to say that things are going relatively swimmingly right now, but... this may be a lot harder for you." That second set of flashcards seemed to tease him the way it glinted under the room's lights, which were still too bright for him to enjoy. Perhaps he's been taking too many late-night calls and the brightness was becoming adverse for him. The doctor took off the rubber band that held the cards together, picking out the first of what was arguably a very thin deck. "These are people that I've heard you've been close to. Family, friends, coworkers... All of those. Don't feel bad if you don't remember all of them! Heck, even I forget some of the names of the ones I've worked with for months..." The doctor gave a light laugh, then turned over the first card for Almond to look at.

Some dark-eyed person with brown and white hair, looking sleep-deprived in his black and purple garments. Silence fell through the room, a bead of sweat forming on the investigator's forehead from the lack of recognition. "I... don't know." He'd admit in a low voice, trying to hide whatever shame was bubbling in his chest. "That's Cappuccino," the doctor would answer for him, "he's a friend of yours. He's a very famous prosecutor! From what I've heard, you two share case information all the time..." Odd. He should know this person. Hell, he saw those texts a while back with that name! Ugh, at least some of the dots connected. "Next card?" Casso would ask, earning a hesitant nod.

A person with slitted eyes, wearing a cloak with an oversized collar. With glasses like that, some suit that seemed to double as a lab coat... It took a bit too long, but Almond knew this one. "That's... Espresso, isn't it? One of the Parfaedia teachers?" A coworker, albeit one he didn't speak to much. Didn't he work on coffee magic or something with Latte? "Good! Next one!" "Eclair." "Yes! The museum curator. You looked into multiple cases of thieves trying to get into his museum every now and then... And who is this?" "Ruh... Phan..." Almond had to parse through his thoughts for a moment, but gave a proper answer to the expectant doc whose smile looked a little less infantilizing. "Phantom Bleu." "Yes, famous phantom thief! Who wouldn't know them?" Hypothetical question, of course. Especially since the detective barely held any memory of who that was outside of some newspaper bits that he'd read over the past few days... with the exact details missing from his thoughts. "And this one?" "Oh, Latte." "Nice, yes! She came in with you, just like..." Though there was a given hint, the image before him gave a blank. He'd just seen her. He'd given her something to stay warm- though Almond had to reach back to realize that his overcoat wasn't there to remember what he'd given-...

There was a sudden migraine in his head as something tried to claw its way out of his mind. Almond raised a hand to his head, to which the doctor looked at him worriedly. "No need to stress! You know her, certainly..." That didn't make things better. Squeezing a portion of his hair to try and lessen the pain, he'd try to pry out an answer. The little girl with the sweetest smile and ponytail that looked just like her name... what was... who was she again? What was her name? "I..." He didn't know. He didn't know the little one with the helmet and little detective garb, who felt so important in his heart but was lost in his mind. Stress-induced sweat dripped down the side of the commissioner's face before the card was inevitably given a name. "Walnut... you know her." He should. He should, and yet... "I don't... I don't know her." Why did his face feel red? Why did his head hurt so much? Where did this sudden spike of stress come from?

The doctor would write a quick note with his one open hand and approach Almond with haste at the sight of the other's mental starting to deteriorate with the onset of panic. "Ah, it's okay! You are okay, I promise-... Simply because you may not remember your daughter right now doesn't mean-" "How could I not remember my own daughter?! How is that in any way okay?!" The detective's raised voice would cause the doctor to flinch, a few specks of brown sugar falling from their hair before they composed themself and took the patient's hand. Not the best course of action, especially if the patient was adverse to touch- he was- but... "Deep breaths. Your mind may just be a little scrambled right now. We still need to run a few more so we can determine what's wrong with you...! If there is anything-" "Do you hear yourself?! Of course there is! How could I-" Almond paused, breath stifling to the point where Cassonade had gotten worried that his heart stopped. But no... Something had brought a sudden soothing sensation across him. Or- at least- it left him numb. The detective blinked and looked down at the card that was in the medic's hand, seemingly mildly confused. "...and who is that supposed to be?"

"Wally, sweetheart... you shouldn't be peeking in on your mother..." Latte would give a very light scold, looking up from her phone to see Walnut's back with her body pressed against the door. Her helmet was set on the ground so that she could more firmly press against the hardwood and determine what was being said. And though Latte wouldn't get a response at first, the moment she gave Walnut a light touch, the child would rip away from her. Swinging around to face Latte, Walnut would look at the teacher with tears in her eyes. "He... he forgot about me..." She'd whimper, one hand gripping the coat that was practically half on the floor from her lack of height. "Huh? Sweetie, no, he'd never-..."

"He doesn't remember me!! He- he knows you, but not me!" A sob tore itself from Walnut's throat as Latte would kneel to her height. Her hand would hover over the child's shoulder. "I bet mom doesn't even love me anymore!! How- how could he-?!" Latte's heart hurt. How does she even begin to explain the situation at hand? "Mommy still loves you sweetie, it's just that he's... his brain is being a little weird right now." "IT'S BEING MEAN!! HE'S BEING MEAN!!" Walnut whipped off the overcoat, pausing for a moment with the cloth balled up in her hands while her breathing stuttered from the emotional agony that coursed through her. Though it wasn't processing entirely, she knew that she was hurting. Her mother forgot her. Everything they did together- it meant Nothing to him!! With a screeching yell, Walnut would throw the overcoat she'd been wearing at Latte and run off. And though the teacher tried reaching for Walnut, being pelted in the face with the elder's jacket made her unable to see well enough- or at all, for that matter- to catch her. By the time the coat had been pulled off, dragging her hat off with it, Walnut was already turning the corner of the hospital hallway.

"...oh dear." Latte stood herself up, brushing herself off and picking up Almond's jacket to hold as she gave chase. "This is- This is going to be a long car ride home...!"

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peachy-cheeks · 9 months

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Would You Go Back?

word count: 1,854 words

characters: Nanami Kento x gn!reader ; (minor: Ieiri Shoko; Itadori Yuji)

warnings: None! Just kinda mellow and maybe a lil sad-ish. Takes place around chapter 31.

a/n: Trying to mentally prep myself for the Shibuya arc and how devastating it'll be so... pulling this fic off the back burner and finally sharing after a couple of prolonged edits..

"Ugh... he's lost a decent amount of blood. I'll need a little more time for Itadori..."

Shoko raised her mask above her nose as she turned to fully focus her technique on a comatose Yuji. Stitches of his vascular system carefully regenerated within the steadily sealing puncture wounds.

"He'll likely be alright... seems to be a pretty strong kid. Just give me an hour and a half..."

She directed her words more-so to the somber, sandy blonde man next to you. Sitting in between the bit of encouragement that she could offer, a pensive silence weighed on the room.

You and Shoko had made plans to catch up for the first time since your graduation from the school. Nearly a decade ago, you had decided on another path well away from Tokyo and jujutsu society. The reunion was intended to be a sweet moment of reminiscence with your underclassman.

"Ahaha~ I really can't believe we didn't do this sooner..."

"Well you're the one who decided to go away! Besides, I've always only been a phone call away."

"Mmm..." You let Shoko's words settle. "Yeah... I'm sorry, you're right... I just figured you guys were usually busy. Especially.... uh... after everything with Geto-kun..."

"Eh...? Excuses... excuses..." Shoko sat the rocks glass down on her desk.

"Listen, I get it. You knew what you wanted and got out before we did— well, Gojo and I never really left after all-"

"The school would probably be fucked if you guys ever did decide to leave."

"Heheh... the pay is too good. But you took the leap for your own happiness. I can't be upset over you wanting something else... besides, you're not hurting anyone. I think we're all okay with you being okay... now let's go be okay at a bar. You're drinking up my stash."

Her phone rang while you were both gathering your things, alerting her to the emergency at hand. It was only natural that something urgent- better yet- life or death, would interrupt the reunion before it officially started.

The gravity of the situation had almost made you fearful to check the expression of the handsome acquaintance. Regardless of how stoic Kento appeared, you and Shoko both knew that being a spectator in this room would do nothing for his growing feeling of helplessness.

"Nanami..."

Shoko looked up towards him.

"You should have your wound checked on. It might have been stressed during the altercation."

Then turned her gaze to you. A stern request rather than a suggestion... you took the hint. A stint of medical training (traumatic curse-related response and otherwise) had over-prepared you for smaller tasks like these, though, maybe less so for the potential psychological work.

"Oh. I can take over from here..."

Before you could direct him, Kento made his way to the adjacent office, holding the door open for you to follow. He released a deep sigh as the door closed and you quickly scanned the room for the proper supplies.

"Is it alright if I take a look? I'm sure you're fine but... it looked like you both were in a pretty intense situation there."

You spoke, but you weren't sure if he was really present. Rather, how could he be? From what you understood, Nanami and the young boy laying unconscious had both nearly died at the hands of a cursed spirit less than an hour ago. The room felt even heavier and you kept your gaze to the surrounding cabinets and drawers.

"Excuse me..."

You shifted focus to Kento, free of his suit jacket and button-up. Contours of his robust frame clung to his ribbed undershirt; bare and sturdy biceps on view.

"Where should I sit?"

Ears and cheeks flushed, you quickly motioned for him to sit atop the desk. He complied and you drew a bit closer, attempting to hide your bashfulness through conversation.

"So... where and when were you injured?"

He lifted his undershirt as modestly as he could. Despite this, your face felt even hotter, noting the toned and lightly freckled skin. You promptly snapped a latex pair of gloves onto your hands.

"This was only a few days ago. The same special grade. Not quite sure how it manifested but..."

He paused as you put a hand against his exposed side. The off-white dressing seemed clean from the outside which was a good sign.

"You both encountered it again tonight...?"

The question came out as a small utterance. Quietly guessing what could have injured Kento and incapacitated the boy in the next room, you began to peel back the bandage to reveal pink, raised scarring and a barely-there trace of fluid. Some areas were still slightly raw, others stressed and inflamed from the intense battle movements. But overall, thanks to Shoko's polished technique, the frighteningly deep wound mostly resembled a mild, weeks old injury.

"Yes... the curse was able to rewrite the shape of one's soul..."

Curbing your shock, you nodded with a low, understanding hum. Yuji was unfathomably lucky. Kento even more-so for braving it twice. Dabs of cotton dampened with a cooling gel ointment met Kento's delicate skin, causing him to flinch.

"Sorry... So, this cursed spirit is able to alter the soul... and, I suppose, the body. I've never come across this technique myself, luckily. Heard about this but... it's kinda hard to imagine..."

A swipe against the ripple of his obliques. He remained quiet as your focus moved from words to the work at hand.

"What did it look like?"

Extra care and thoroughness was taken in tending to the divots of pink skin.

"... A ragdoll... patched-up. Distressingly child-like in demeanor."

A violent shiver in your spine could not be held down. You nearly apologized for your sensitivity, unsure of how Kento would feel about a near stranger shuddering at his lived experience. Instead, you opted to shake your head and wordlessly began redressing the wound.

"... Forgive me if this is presumptuous... I take it you left this society a while ago?"

Despite the abruptness, the sudden call-out felt affirming. You figured that you weren't cut out for this life a while ago. If anything, your overall calmness and familiarity with combat care, curses, and techniques were fragments of book knowledge, muscle memory, and nostalgia melding together for you to makeshift some sort of normalcy.

But none of this was normal. Burying a quarter of your classmates... only to lose another quarter after graduation... was not normal. Bearing witness to the aftermath of your juniors' psychotic breaks... was not normal. Being given the tools to heal the world with no direction on healing the self...

"Ah... yeah. I'm grateful for what I can see and do, don't get me wrong... but..."

How would you word this for someone who's doing the job you refuse to do...?

"You were tired."

A fitting (undeniable and obvious) interjection.

"Very."

"Me too."

Your heart was heavy. Though you never had overlap in school, you could imagine that some feelings... conditions... traditions... stayed constant for all students to suffer in.

"I left for a while too. Right after school."

Slight surprise appeared in your expression and your eyes caught Kento's. It may have been the first moment you weren't too flustered to really see him, allowing him to properly see you too. The palpable strength and resilience in his presence almost made it hard to believe that he would dedicate his life to something other than this.

Breaking eye contact, you gathered the final sections of bandage wrap as he lifted his shirt slightly for you giving more clearance. His eye lingered, lightly admiring the concentration on your face while you wrapped.

"Hold this for a sec..."

A more comfortable, silent air filled the space between you two as you briefly searched for bandage clips. From a distance, you resumed the conversation.

"What was your time away like?"

"...Fine... but also fairly shitty. My time was filled with just... work. A different type of burden..."

Though your back now faced him, you could imagine the look on his face mirrored yours... sinking into bittersweet recall of the past few years.

"Yeah... The burden of having to hold yourself upright..."

You missed the slight smile of understanding he offered to your response. For better or worse, neither of you had the protection of (or obligation) to a larger clan. Independence was truly yours as made clear by the similar existences crossing over. Otherworldly humans longing for an unextraordinary existence, so long as it was your own.

Returning to sit by his side, you began to pin the remaining sections of bandage with Kento's aid. You continued, attempting to break the remaining tension with more vulnerability.

"There was so much shame involved when I left... most people understood, but... it felt like my superiors would have preferred for me to just die trying than to break away from this. To serve a greater good only under their say... as if 'normal' life is any easier now. Trying to live as a non-sorcerer... it's all kind of just the other side to the same coin. It's not difficult to see why curses are born."

A bit of you felt as though you were rambling, though Kento attentively listened. The physical contact and tenderness the moment required brought a confessional atmosphere that soothed you both.

"I don't regret leaving."

"...I don't regret it either... even though I came back."

Your eyes met again.

"Why did you come back?"

He took his time to ponder the wording of his reply. In that time you could've sworn he peered at your lips before answering.

"Pain is unavoidable... We're uniquely predisposed to it because of where we are, what we see, and our ability to control the spiritual output... it's burdensome but that's what it always is. Curse or no curse, pain just... is... So... why not try where I know I can really make a difference... Different side, same coin."

"...Mm."

Why— in that short span of time— did he understand you so well?

"Are you okay?"

And why were you tearing up?

"Ah, I-I'm okay... Sorry, sorry... I just don't... It's been a while since I've talked about this so I'm like—"

Breaking your apologetic stream of consciousness, Shoko opened the door, visibly lighter in expression.

"Hey, so- oh... am I interrupting?"

Your head whipped around in surprise to view the intruder. Kento calmly lowered his undershirt and began buttoning up.

"No- You're fine! I-is everything okay?"

"Uh... yeah. Yuji is stabilized and responsive. I told him to rest for the night but he's awake..."

And finally, the deep, anxious air you all held released. Motioning to you, Shoko continued.

"I'll wrap up here in the next ten if you want to still grab a drink?"

"Mm, yeah. I'll meet you out front then."

With the door closing, you quickly stood intending to clean up. Kento grabbed your wrist with considerate haste. In the moment that you turned back towards him, his grasp loosened and hand dropped, fingers trailing the inside of your wrist and hand.

"I just wanted to say... thank you."

"Mm..."

'I didn't do anything... but you...'

"Thank you, Nanami-san."

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claire-starsword · 8 months

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The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 10

We're back and everything was set up in the last part, so it's straight to battle this time. The clear bonus is only money this time so no pressure, which is good, because it's a forest battle, so no one's walking far today!

There's skeletons in the road, but they're the least of our problems. The Pegasus Knights should be way stronger, and move a lot better in the forest.

Also our instakill friends are back, because Runefaust loves to raise my stress levels :)

Very little happens on the first turn, Max and Gong bait a skeleton, the Pegasus knights do not come towards us, one actually went upwards which is ??? but okay, and everyone else is chilling at the forest with three steps per turn.

Of course a single skeleton is no issue to deal with, we even manage to leave the kill exp for Anri, who is the only one behind in levels after how well Arthur did in the last battle. I put Max to the right of the skeleton in hopes it would bait a lone knight out, but nope. The knights seem to be gathering with the dark elves on the middle of the road. Because of course I want the new strong enemy type to team up with the old strong enemy type, i love this, i'm fine with this situation :))))

I'm actually scared of moving Max up because of the instakills, so I take things slowly. Tao and Gong clean up another Skeleton, also these things are dropping Medical Herbs like crazy today but at least from these guys I expect it. Max finally baits a knight and shows that he's still invincible no matter what new things the game throws at us. I play a bit safe with Anri to make sure she's not in reach of any enemies, since after the last battle i'm fairly sure the elves prioritize mages over even Max.

She also finally gets to use Freeze after all the undead she's had to face so far.

Ironically, she learns Blaze 2 as soon as I say that. Finally an AoE option, though I'm fairly sure Freeze 1 deals the same amount of damage for less MP so it's still the best option for single targets.

Every time these guys attack I feel like crying, but thankfully the ferocious attack is not the attack we fear.

Turn 4 is here and I need those elves dead but I also need the knight dead because Anri is A Bit Squishy. All of these enemies have big evasion I think. We'll be essentially rolling a lot of dice right now, except Tao does reach the knight so her kill is guarantee, I'll even use Blaze 2 because I'm unsure if 1 would do enough damage and I'm not taking any risks.

The RNG has blessed me and with this (hubris incoming), the worst of the battle has passed. Tao also gets a mediocre level up of only +1 defense, but who cares she's still the best.

I try giving Khris some exp and the skeleton decides to be mean with a counter, thankfully Arthur is there to save her, in a reversal of last battle's dialogue.

Khris redeems herself by finishing off a Pegasus Knight after Anri and Tao softened them up. Turns out I was right to be paranoid before, Blaze 1 deals only 7 damage to them.

It's turn 6 and things are entirely chill. Between his last level up and the forest bonus Max is only taking 2 damage from the lizardmen this time around, so not even them get to be a problem. By turn 8 all enemies have been wiped out with no hassle. I mean, almost.

This guy has refused to move since the battle started. Dude does not care at all. Zero ambition. I respect that. I do not respect the rest of this battle though.

Look at the vast amount of nothing in front of us. There's only three enemies at the very end, and another lone knight in the middle, which might also not come. I don't feel like wasting a billion turns to bait them, that's for sure. No one needs exp that much right now.

So yeah! Let's have a whole vacation on this forest I guess! I'll also start casting the heals for exp, because I doubt there'll be any need for them, and if I mess up there's always herbs, the skeletons made sure of that.

It's now turn 13.

boy that was BORING. Gong got a chonky level up and that's it, Lowe also leveled up but it was nothing of it, he just learned Slow and who cares.

The pegasus knight finally came so we get something to do. Despite the boredom, it would not surprise me if we fail the clear bonus just because we can't reach the enemies in time, half the team is pretty much useless at this point.

Perhaps it is also worth mentioning that the final pegasus knight at the bridge is of a higher level, so that could be trouble. Not for Max of course, but for normal people.

Also, I've just noticed some of my characters have a "defend" marked on their stats, and I have no clue what that is.

Turn 15 is here. We're not getting that bonus.

I do have a last ditch effort to make, I did hope I could show this off as soon as possible.

OH GOD IT ACTUALLY KILLS

IF I GET THE BONUS LIKE THIS IT WILL BE SO FUNNY

anyway, that's Supernova. 16 MP well spent. Max has 19 MP right now, so it is a heavy cost, but you now know it very much has use.

And now that I've seen it with my own eyes I can explain why I doubted Max would learn this spell unpromoted. The man does not have animation for it at all, I'm familiar with the ripped sprites so that's why I was confused. Between this and it being a technological thing, it would not surprise me if this was meant to be promotion only (his hero armor is also heavily implied to be ancient tech, even more in this game), and they forgot/couldn't code it like that for some reason. Given all the other wonkiness I've been complaining about spell levels and promotion, maybe there's even more coding disasters behind this.

And that's it on the obligatory tangent during a boring battle, let's see if this light from above was actually a miracle.

Gong hit this guy, Arthur sadly missed, so unless Max somehow counters both enemies that's a no on the miracle bonus.

absolute nonsense

alas, as the nonsense happened I realized it would not work out,

because that DAMN knight is still napping out there in Bustoke, so no, we did not wipe out all enemies, and the battle is not finished.

Given how half my force was useless from the middle on, there was probably some smart play of sending them to deal with that guy. I thought about it. I just didn't wanna risk it because I'm here to not let anyone die above all.

Gods, that's frustrating though, I can't believe Max's absurd stunts are gonna go to waste. Actually, nothing matters anymore so let me go on another tangent. So, Supernova, am I right? Remember that at this point of the game's plot, Max has amnesia. He knows nothing of the ancients, we haven't even seen Laser Eye. This man just leveled up one day, and recovered exactly one (1) memory of his past, and that memory is essentially "hello son, here's our nuclear launch codes, bye".

I can't blame him for not being normal. Who would be normal under these circumstances.

So. yeah. We step on the bridge and win, no bonus. I am so sad.

Ending the battle in the bridge takes you straight to the next battle, but I just use the retreat command, we have setup to do back at Bustoke. Even without the bonus, we should have enough money to buy at least one more Silver Ring.

We do, and honestly the bonus would not give us an extra one, so perhaps i'm crying about little. It was more a matter of glory, really.

The ring goes to Anri, because while the magic users continue to be unoriginal and all have the same defense stat, Anri has by far the worst HP, so hopefully this will still let her survive a bit. Though the next battle has something to say about that, the next battle will just be horrible for Anri in general.

There's no more setup to do as the deals section has nothing new, but we have a few more promotions to discuss, as everyone has reaped piles of exp this time.

Lowe is on pretty much the same situation as Gong, he only learns Heal 4 at level 22, after promotion. Unlike Gong however he doesn't learn Aura so he isn't delaying anything else important, who cares about Quick and Slow. So yeah, like Gong, he'll be promoting at level 16 after getting Heal 3 as fast as possible. I don't recall Vicar only staves until chapter 6, so that should be plenty of time for him to level up.

And now Arthur.

Arthur might be the character that pisses me off the most when it comes to this mechanic change. He only learns level 1 spells, Blaze at level 15, Freeze at level 20, and Bolt at level 25. This is already kinda bad in the mega drive version, having single target Blaze and Freeze spells on a guy that already has weapons with the same range is pretty meaningless, save for getting through the occasional high defense enemy. Bolt is the only meaningful spell he gets due to being AoE at least, and he's already getting it super late.

Here, though? He's getting it ten levels later at best, and by promoting him earlier, you also delay his first spells by ten levels, which completely loses the character flavor. Like, is he still useful? Of course yes, you are seeing him kick ass in this playthrough, and the new weapons help a lot. But he's largely just another paladin. It's pretty sad that the series fumbled the concept of a magic knight twice.

There's no helping it though, so I will be promoting him now and hope we still get to enjoy at least a bit of Bolt eventually, but don't count on it. I legit considered not counting him for this magical playthrough because of this, but since he's a character that normally gets overshadowed by late game knights, it's nice to get to focus on him here. He just really deserved better.

Still, congrats to him for being the first promoted member of the run. His prize is, stat loss. Another stupid mechanic but I can't blame the GBA version this time. jk I can why did they keep this.

It's a bummer note to end on but next update should be exciting as we face Laser Eye. See ya.

Losses: 0 Deaths: 2 Max's memories: Just one, but it's a doozy.

#shining force #shining series #ressurection of the dark dragon #guardiana magic school run #sf arthur #sf max

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 34: Envy

The teens drove from Mexico all the way back to Beacon Hills with Scott and Stiles. Sam refused to leave Derek's side. It felt weird to see him so young and vulnerable again. All the anger and irritation was washed from his face as he slept.

They got to the Animal clinic and Scott quickly carried him inside as Deaton pushed everything off the exam table to lay Derek on top. Deaton took a step back as he examined younger Derek.

"Wow." That didn't sound like a good wow.

"Wow? Wow, as in I've seen this before and know exactly what to do kind of wow?", Stiles asked as Deaton looked up at him. "Because that's the kind of wow I'm hoping for."

"I think you may be overestimating my abilities.", Deaton replied. Sam frowned, brushing her hand against Derek's hand. It was cold. Her eyes widened a bit as she grabbed it for good measure. "Um… he's cold, really cold.", Sam told the older man. Deaton also tested his temperature.

"Do you think this is permanent?", Scott asked him as Deaton flashed a flashlight in Derek's eyes.

"I'm not sure a medical diagnosis is even adequate. This is well beyond my experience."

"So what do we do with him?", Sam asked.

"Until he wakes up, probably not much. It might be best to leave him with me, he'll be safe here.", the doctor replied as she frowned, looking at Derek.

"You mean from Kate.", Stiles corrected.

"If she is alive and she is what you say she is, she won't be able to walk past that gate.", Deaton said.

"Why would she want to do this to him?", Lydia asked.

"Knowing Kate, it's probably for a reason that won't be any good for anyone but her.", Deaton replied.

"And bad for everyone else.", Stiles' lips quirked.

"You guys should probably go home. He doesn't look to be in any danger so maybe the rest of you should get some sleep. It is a school night and you all need to start taking care of your own lives again.", Deaton said. The teens looked at each other, unsure.

"Someone should stay with you.", Scott said looking at him worriedly.

"I'm staying. I told him I wasn't gonna leave him again.", Sam replied, looking at Derek's sleeping face.

"I'll stay here too. My grades are fine.", Lydia boasted. "Despite missing a few classes."

"I'm so not okay with this.", Stiles muttered. Lydia rolled her eyes at him.

"Guys, go.", she said looking at Stiles.

"No.", Stiles whined. Sam looked at Scott with an eyebrow raised. He smiled at her. "Text us if anything happens.", he said, pulling at Stiles. Sam nodded then looked back down at Derek.

"Nope, still not okay with it.", Stiles said as Scott dragged him out the back door. "Not going anywhere…all right just because you're stronger–" Sam chuckled at Stiles' antics before laying her head on her arm that rested on the metal table.

Derek looked just like how he did in that memory Peter showed Sam. She wasn't expecting to see it again in actuality, though. He looked so…tiny. So much smaller than when he was before. It was weird.

Throughout the whole night, Sam didn't sleep, just in case something happened again.

Sam got a text from her mom telling her that she'd better be safe. She replied as quickly as she could, reassuring her that she was helping Deaton check up on Derek for the night.

Hours only felt like minutes until the sun was finally coming up and Lydia had woke up.

"How's he doing?", she asked sleepily as Deaton checked Derek.

"His heart rate is alarmingly high.", he replied as she got up and grabbed his other hand. Sam had already taken his hand into hers.

"He's a lot warmer now.", she said.

"Sam, Lydia, I'm going to try something. I want you to keep holding his hands if that's okay."

They looked at each other confused, but nodded. When he grabbed a scalpel, Sam looked at him with wide eyes as he cut down on Derek's arm but it healed right away.

"That looked like it healed really fast.", Lydia said looking up.

"Unusually fast.", Deaton said, bewildered.

"What does it mean?," Sam asked him, worried.

"I'm not sure, let's try something else grab me a five millilitre syringe, top drawer.", Lydia went to the drawer to get what Deaton asked for. Sam stood as Lydia struggled to find the tool.

They looked up when they all heard growling and saw Derek get up hurriedly. Sam opened her mouth to say something but paused as she noticed his eyes were glowing blue and his claws were out.

"Derek.", Lydia said.

"Derek," Deaton also addressed him as he panted heavily. Sam stuck out her hand, making small steps toward him. He growled at her, backing away.

"Derek, you're okay.", Sam reassured, stepping up to him, but Deaton pushed her behind him with Lydia.

"Derek! Derek.", Sam called, trying to calm him but he just covered his ears, huffing in panic.

"Can you hear me? You're safe.", Deaton stuck his hands out cautiously before Derek struck Deaton and ran out.

Lydia called Scott and Sam ended up dressing Deaton's wound.

"I don't think he's just younger in body. I think he's younger in his mind too.", Deaton told the boys once they got there.

"He didn't recognise any of us.", Sam says, sadly. "He must be scared out of his mind."

"So if you're a teenage werewolf and you're scared where do you go?", Stiles asked.

"A wolf goes back to its den but Derek lives in the loft.", Scott replied.

"Not when he was a teenager.", Stiles said.

"The Hale house.", Sam realized.

"He wouldn't remember the fire.", Deaton added. "It wouldn't have happened yet."

Scott, Stiles and Sam hurried to leave.

"Hold on, say you do catch up to him, what are you going to say to him that his whole family is dead?", Lydia said, stopping them from leaving.

"I guess I'm going to have to.", Scott sighed.

"Oh, good luck with that.", Lydia scoffed.

"She's probably right, maybe you shouldn't. You know, at least until we figure out how to get him back to normal.", Stiles said, looking at Scott.

"I can't lie to him.", Scott said, frowning.

"Okay, I'll do it.", Stiles said. "You can't lie to him either. Remember, they can hear when you're lying by your heartbeat.", Sam reminded.

"If he gets to the house first, you won't have to.", Deaton said so they took off in hopes of beating him there, but the police picked him up.

The trio quickly rushed to the Sheriff's station because they would run his prints and figure out he wasn't the Derek Hale that was already an adult.

When they got there they saw Stiles' dad looking at Derek then the screen then Derek again before catching them as they walked in.

"I want you to be honest with me. Absolutely and completely honest…have you been time traveling?", Stiles' dad asked once they settled in the sheriff's office. Sam bit her lip to try not to laugh at his absurdity.

"Hang on… what?", Stiles asked.

"Because if time travel is real, you know what I'm done, I'm out…you're going to be driving me to Eichen House.", the Sheriff said.

"We found him like that.", Scott told him.

"Where?? Swimming in the fountain of youth?", the older man asked, bewildered.

"No, we found him buried in a tomb of Wolfsbane in an Aztec temple in Mexico underneath a church… in the middle of a town that was destroyed by an earthquake." Sam sighed and looked at Stiles with a shake of her head.

His dad's eyes narrowed. "You told me you were camping."

"Yeah… We were. In Mexico.", Stiles said. Before the sheriff could say anymore, Scott clarified. "Derek's been aged backwards, he can't remember anything."

"We just need to talk to him.", Sam says.

"Yeah, well so far he's not talking to anyone.", the Sheriff said, sitting down and Scott turned to look at Derek. "He'll talk to me."

Derek came into the office and the Sheriff stepped out to give the teens some time alone to talk to him.

"Hey Derek, you need to come with us.", Scott said when he sat down on the bench. Sam looked at him in disbelief.

"Why would I go anywhere with you?", Derek asked, staring up at Scott. His eyes glanced over at Sam's, looking at her in confusion before looking back at Scott.

"There was an accident. You lost some memory but we can help you get it back.", Scott said.

"How much memory?", Derek asked.

"A lot but you can trust us.", Sam reassured, and nodded at Scott as he knelt down and flashed his red eyes. Derek's own eyes widened. "You're an Alpha."

He looked at Sam. "Okay, who are you and who is he?", he asked, nodding at Stiles. Stiles looked at his friends before looking at Derek. "Oh, I'm the guy that's keeping you out of jail."

Sam looked at him, exasperated.

"Let us help you.", Scott said. "No.", Derek refused.

"Okay, dude, you almost tore apart two cops back there. You need to listen to us and that starts with no fangs, no claws, no wolfman. You got that?", Stiles demanded.

"I'm fine as long as it's not on a full moon.", Derek said, making them look at him in shock.

"You still have trouble with the full moon–" Scott got cut off. "I said I'm fine.", Derek declared.

"All right, you coming with us or not?", Stiles asked.

"You want me to trust you? Where's my family?", Derek asked them and Sam looked at Scott.

"There was a fire and…", Scott paused, looking into Derek's glossy green, puppy-like eyes. "They're not here anymore, they're fine, just had to move out of Beacon Hills. We're going to take you to them as soon as we figure out how to get your memories back.", Scott promises.

Derek looked at Sam and she nodded at him. He looked down. "Okay."

As they exited the office, Scott sighed. "I shouldn't have done that, I lied my ass off.", Scott said as they waited.

Sam frowned. "I couldn't have been able to lie to him if he looked at me like that. Though… it's the only way to make sure he doesn't go running off and Kate finds him again.", Sam reassured.

"We'll figure this out. In a day or two, he goes back to being old Derek, everyone's happy except for Derek who's never happy.", Stiles muttered.

Scott sighed. "Alright, take him to my house and don't let him out of your sight.", Scott said, looking at Sam and Stiles. "Yes, sir.", Sam saluted as Derek looked at her again.

He looked unsure which kinda hurt her, but she understood. He was just confused. Scared. If anything, he probably thought they were kidnappers.

"And where are you going?", Stiles asked Scott.

"I'm going to talk to the guy we should have gone to before.", Scott replied before leaving. Sam frowned. Speaking of, where the hell was Peter during this entire thing?

"Uh yeah I hate that guy.", Stiles called as they watched Scott leave the department. "Your nephew goes missing, and you don't call anyone? What the hell is wrong with Peter?", Sam muttered in annoyance.

"I could go on and on, but we'd be here all day. Let's go.", Stiles said as Derek walked up to them.

"So, you're…", Derek started off as he looked at the girl before him. "Sam.", she introduced with a smile.

"Derek," he introduced. "You a friend of Scott's?"

"She's a part of the pack," Stiles informed him. "She's a werewitch.", he says, making Derek's young eyes widen. Sam almost laughed at Derek's shock, but chose not to.

"Yeah, it's a very long story.", Sam said, smiling. "You're coming with us?", she asked. Derek instantly nodded.

"Oh, but when I asked, you were hostile.", Stiles muttered, making Sam snicker.

"Let's go, you two."

As Stiles escorted them out of the police station and toward his jeep, Derek watched Sam. He felt a sense of familiarity that bothered him. Did he know her? If so, then where from?

"Can I sit in the back with you?" he asked her as she reached for the door handle.

Stiles frowned, looking at the younger Hale, "Absolutely no—"

"Yeah, that's fine.", Sam said, smiling. Derek nodded and held the door for her, letting her enter the vehicle first before getting in. Stiles, feeling like an overprotective dad, shook his head before getting in the driver's seat and started his car.

"How'd you get arrested?", Sam asked the boy. Derek shrugged. "They caught me running "frantically", as they said. I would've ran faster, but they cornered me and tased me."

"You okay?", Sam asked and his eyebrows raised a bit. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. It was nothing.", he grinned.

Sam smiled. It was kind of a relief to see Derek smile, even if it was a younger version of him. She wondered what he was like way before the fire. Before Paige. Before Kate. How happy was he…?

They took him to Scott's place and sighed as they entered the house.

"We're just going to wait here for Scott, we're going to sit quietly and we're not going to call or talk to anyone.", Stiles said as we walked inside the house.

"Can I talk to you?", Derek asked.

"No.", Stiles replied.

"Fine.", Derek said. "Then, I'll talk to her.", Derek pointed at Sam.

"Whatever.", Stiles replied. "Enough, you two.", Sam said, shutting them down.

"Who's going to talk to him?", Derek asked, suddenly pointing at Agent McCall who stood in the kitchen, making Sam and Stiles nearly jump in fright. This was not the plan.

"What are you guys going here?", McCall asked, holding a takeout bag.

"Waiting for Scott.", Derek replied.

"Yeah, so am I, we're supposed to have dinner. You guys hungry?", McCall asked them.

"Yeah.", Derek said.

"None of us are hungry.", Sam growled at Derek, trying to get him to get a clue. "Okay well if you're not hungry, your friend can still eat with us, what's your name?", McCall asked.

"Miguel.", Stiles said quickly before Derek could reply. Sam almost laughed at that name remembering Stiles told Danny that. "My cousin Miguel…from Mexico so…"

McCall frowned at Stiles before turning to Derek. "¿Es usted natural de México, Miguel?" Sam and Stiles looked at each other nervously. "No soy nativo, sino que pasé un montón de tiempo allá.", Derek replied, satisfying McCall's suspicion and making Sam look at him in shock. He lied when Araya held them captive. Asshole.

"Fantastic egg roll?", Scott's dad said.

"Hell yeah.", Derek replied as they went and sat down and Stiles laughed nervously as they began to eat dinner.

"So Miguel, what did you say your last name was again?", McCall asked and Sam looked at Stiles.

"Oh it's Juarez.", Stiles said, cutting in. "Cinque Tiago." Derek and Sam both looked at Stiles in confusion.

"That's a mouthful, how do you spell that?", McCall asked, digging for lies. Derek looked at Stiles smugly before noticing McCall's badge.

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent.", Derek suddenly says.

"He's a low level, very low level." Stile's replied quickly. "He doesn't even have a voice."

"So do you investigate murders?", Derek asked.

"Sometimes when it's a federal crime."

"What about fires?", he asked, making me cough.

"Oh my god, I wonder where Scott is. Shouldn't Scott be here by now? We should call Scott.", Stiles said with his mouth still full.

"What kind of fires are you talking about?", McCall asked Derek.

"Do you know anything about the Hale family?", Derek asked, making the teens look at him as the agent told Derek what actually happened. Before he could react, Stiles and Sam brought him upstairs. Derek slammed Stiles into the door, with a growl. "You lied to me."

"Derek, stop.", Sam said. "Okay, we didn't lie, we just omitted certain truths."

"Vital truths, now that I think about it.", Stiles added and Derek let him go.

"I don't want to talk to you. I want to talk to the Alpha, I'll talk to Scott.", Derek said and Sam frowned.

"Okay I'm going to go get him. My phone's downstairs. I'm gonna to call him real quick, you stay here. Don't move okay? Just don't move.", Stiles left.

Derek sat on Scott's bed, frowning at her. Sam sighed, "We weren't trying to lie to you, Derek. A lot of stuff has happened and we're just trying to protect you. Promise.", Sam says.

Derek sat on Scott's bed. "By sparing my feelings.", he says, looking up at her. She gave a slight grimace, scratching the back of her neck. "Sparing… may be an understatement. A lot has happened to you and I don't think you're quite ready to remember everything. Not yet at least."

"What happened to them? Is anyone alive…?", Derek asked her wistfully. She pocketed her hands. "Peter and Cora are still alive."

A small look of relief washed across his face. "So… We know each other?", he asked. She nodded.

"How close are we?", he asked. Her eyebrows raised. "Well… I think we're good friends. At first, you were kinda rough around the edges, but the more I got to know you, I got comfortable to be around you.", she smiled.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "So we haven't dated…", he muttered. Her eye widened a bit at his statement. "No, no, we haven't. I mean, you've already had a girlfriend recently, but I didn't think I was one of your options."

She paused. An option. A choice. Did she have to be either of those…? Why couldn't she be chosen to love instead of being chosen as another selection after a failed relationship…?

Derek scoffed. "I must be stupid then." She tilted her head in curiosity, snapping out of her thoughts as she looked at him. "Hm?"

"If I didn't date you after how long we've known each other, then I'm really dumber than I thought.", Derek said, surprising the girl. He considered it?

Before she could say anything more, Stiles called for Sam. Sighing, she turned to Derek. "I'll be back.", she says, before rushing downstairs.

Stiles was getting fussed at by Scott and Sam reassured him.

"Relax, he's in your bedroom, he'll be totally fine.", she sighed. "I'm starting to miss the old Derek. He was a lot less difficult to deal with.", Stiles said and Sam actually agreed. All of this was confusing.

"So if you actually think that Kate's coming to find him…", Stiles started as they walked back upstairs to Scott's room and their eyes widened as they saw Kate leaving out the window.

"You might be right.", Stiles said and Sam growled, ready to rush at them but Stiles pulled her back. "Wait! If you go after her, you'll end up confusing him.", Stiles said.

"We can't let her get to him again!", Sam yelled. They got a text from Scott telling them to meet them at the school and they left quickly.

Stiles drove as fast as he could as they picked up Lydia and Kira on our way. When they pulled up at the school, they all heard Scott roar and quickly left the jeep, rushing to find Malia and Scott laying on the ground fighting some type of creature.

They tried to help and fight them off but then Kira got cocky and ended up getting hurt. Sam noticed the bone creature raised its bone knife to her and she pushed her out of the way, the knife just grazing her arm.

Rolling on her side, she groaned as she looked up at Derek suddenly fighting the thing, turning back into his old self as he finished.

"Derek?", she whispered. Her eyes widened as he turned to the teens, his own glowing a golden yellow color. His eyes were just blue moments ago. What happened?

"Sam…", he said with his eyes fading back to his forest green as he looked at her bleeding arm.

Everyone was just as shocked, but relieved to see that Derek had turned back, but Sam was worried.

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"That table's Italian.", Peter said, annoyed as Sam snapped out of her thoughts and memories of last night. She looked over to see Braeden had her shoes on the table.

"So are these boots.", Braeden replied, making Derek smile. "Are we going to talk interior design and fashion or are we going to talk numbers?", she asked.

Sam looked at Derek as he stared into his sunglasses lenses. His eyes were still their pale green color, but she understood why he was as concerned as he was.

Peter wrote a number on a piece of paper then slid it towards Braeden but she just crossed it out and wrote a new number then pushed it back to him.

"We're hiring you to find Kate, not assassinate the president.", Peter said in disbelief.

"I was hired by the Calaveras to find Kate. You're hiring me to find her first. Going against the Calaveras is what's going to cost you.", she replied.

Peter wrote a new number and pushed it back to Braeden but she just pushed it back to him. Derek grabbed it and tore the paper up in annoyance. "We'll pay, just find Kate. That's all we want.", Derek said and Braeden left with a smile.

"Are you insane?", Peter yelled at his nephew.

"We didn't have a choice.", Derek replied "We spent a week looking for her and came up with nothing."

"If we don't find out who told Kate about the vault, we don't get those bonds back. What do you think I'm going to do then huh? Get a job? My resume is slightly out of date! We got robbed, Derek, robbed!" Peter grabbed Derek's shoulder which made Derek growl and grab at his uncle, his eyes flashing a gold color. "Oh, that's a new look for you, what happened to your eyes?", Peter asked.

"I don't know.", Derek huffed, letting go. "But I'm willing to pay to find out."

Sam stood up, looking at her phone. "Well, I have to get to school, so try not to kill each other while I'm gone, kids." Sam grabbed her bag and looked at Derek who looked out the window. "You okay?", she asked him.

"Go to school, Sam."

The girl frowned. "Derek. Seriously?"

"Just go.", he practically growled. She sighed through her nose. "Just let me know whenever you need help.", she says, and leaves.

Once she got to school, she walked to the lacrosse field to meet up with Scott and Stiles seeing them walk out of the boy's locker room.

"Of course you're still the team captain, you got your grades up just like Coach told you to, right?", Stiles asked Scott as she walked up.

"Yeah, but he never told me I was back on the team, he just told me to show up at tryouts today.", Scott replied.

"We got bigger things to deal with than your lacrosse stats. Have you told Argent yet?", Sam asked Scott.

"I texted him, but he didn't get back to me.", Scott replied. Sam sighed. "You told him his sister Kate came back from the dead over a text?", Stiles asked him.

"I didn't have the money to call France.", Scott said.

"Yeah, you think you got money problems, try paying for an MRI and a visit to Eichen House.", Stiles argued. Sam raised an eyebrow. "You got another notice?"

"Yeah this one said final, now what the hell are we even doing here anyway, Sam's right-"

"As usual.", she muttered.

"We got, like, a 117 million problems and worrying about our status on the lacrosse team is not one of them." Stiles finished his sentence. Scott had already gone ahead.

"It is now." Stiles and Sam turned and saw a freshman who was the goalie and amazingly caught every ball thrown at him.

"Who the hell is that?", Stiles asked as the kid took his helmet off.

"Nice Liam, you might just be our first ever freshman captain!", they heard another freshman say.

"Liam?", Sam replied looking back at Scott and Stiles, they both gaped at the freshman.

"Okay maybe we should practice a little bit.", Stiles said then they went on the field to practice so Sam sat on the stands next to coach and watched the play.

Stiles and Sam headed to their math class, seeing Malia already leaving the class and they brought her back inside.

"I hate math.", she protested. "It's pointless."

"It's school.", Stiles said, setting her in a seat in front of him as Sam sat down behind Lydia. "School's important and math is essential.", he said.

"To what?", Malia asked him.

"Knowing how much to tip at restaurants." Lydia said. "And getting your change back when you need it.", Sam added.

"And less important things like medicine, economics, engineering…", Lydia told Malia.

"Alright, volunteers to the board, Lydia, Sam, Malia.", our teacher called. Sam sighed, getting up.

"Um…I didn't volunteer.", Malia said, confused.

"You did now. To the board.", she insisted as Lydia and Sam walked over to the board as Malia turned to Stiles for help. He gave her two thumbs up but she growled at him and his expression turned scared.

The students started solving their math problems, Lydia and Sam already knowing what to do while Malia was having trouble with hers.

"Did you go over the notes I gave you?", Lydia whispered to her when she stopped and stared at the board full of confusion.

"I didn't understand them.", Malia replied. Lydia looked back at their teacher who was busy and she turned back to her problem but quickly looked at Malia.

"..'X' equals twenty five", Lydia said, giving Malia the answer. Sam quickly finished hers and noticed Malia's claws had come out.

"Malia, we're at school. Put away the claws.", she warned as they finished and headed back to their seats. A vibrating sound caught Sam's attention as she looked behind her to see Stiles having his phone out, notifying him of a new police report.

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Finstock blew his whistle as he came out of his office with Sam following him. He blew his stupid whistle again and Sam rolled her eyes.

"As a reminder, it's an open tryout today. All positions available. This is a rebuilding season, people. Jackson's gone, Lahey's gone, Danny's gone, and Sam's the new assistant.", he said, making said girl look at him in shock as he winked at her.

Promotion….

"Greenberg, the one guy I actually wanted gone… was held back. Again.", Coach rolled his eyes and blew his whistle again.

"Get your asses on the field!", Sam exclaimed, grinning. The boys groaned and grabbed their things, making their way outside. Sam grinned at Scott, and he just shook his head with a chuckle. Coach blew his whistle, while Sam watched as the guys that were running laps ran past them.

"Terrible. Horrifying. Pathetic. Unbelievably pathetic. Is that everyone?", Coach asked and Sam snickered at Stiles' antics before he fell to the ground.

"Yeah, that's everyone.", she said, watching as Scott came over to help Stiles up. Sam looked over at all the other boys. They were all exhausted, sitting on the ground to catch their breath, while Liam was doing push-ups.

"Is he even human? What is he, like a were-cheetah?", Stiles asked Scott. "Does it even exist? Is that a thing?"

"I think he's just that good.", Scott replied.

"I'm gonna puke, take me somewhere.", Stiles said.

"Okay, come on.", Scott said, dragging Stiles along. Sam smiled at their interaction. Things were almost normal again.

Once all of the boys had time to relax, coach explained that they were gonna do goal exercises before throwing Sam the goalie stick.

"You're goalie.", he said, making her look at him in shock. "I'm already demoted to goalie?", she asked.

"Wilson, just go out there.", he said. Sam grabbed her helmet from the bench and slipped it on as she walked to the goal.

Stiles was up first, he tried to get the ball into the net by just using the stick before he gave up and put it in using his hand. She shook her head.

Stiles licked his lips before throwing the ball at Sam with everything he had. Sam moved her arm slightly and the ball landed in her net. "C'mon, Stiles.", Sam said as the boys laughed at him.

He pouted and she threw the ball back towards him. He turned and walked to the back of the line to Scott. Liam was next in the line.

As Sam got ready, Liam readied himself to throw the ball and managed to get it past her, with a harsh whish over her head.

She heard the boys cheering for Liam as she picked up the ball. Turning back, the younger boy was smirking, spinning his stick in his hands.

Her lips quirked. So, he is cocky. Okay.

She had the other boys finish their turns before it was Scott's turn.

She felt unsure this time. Was he gonna use his powers…? She didn't wanna get hit.

As Scott threw it, she moved her stick to catch the ball, but it collided with the side of the net. The boys behind him roared with laughter. She looked at him in confusion. He usually could get it in the net. Did he miss on purpose?

"Nice, McCall!", Garrett said to the flustered boy.

"Hey, Garrett…", Stiles said, gaining the boy's attention. "Shut up!", he said and Sam laughed.

After practice, Stiles and Sam looked for Scott to tell him about the murderer even though it had nothing to do with them. They finally found Scott who was with Kira and told them. Sam had already texted Derek, just in case he knew something.

"An axe murder?", Kira repeated.

"A family-murdering axe murder.", Stiles corrected.

"I already heard about it.", Scott replied nonchalantly. "Wait, what, you did? How?", Stiles asked him.

"Mom called me, she knew we'd see it on the news.", Scott said.

"Perfect, let's go.", Stiles said, ready to turn around and leave school.

"Whoa, we got econ in five minutes.", Scott stopped him. "Right …did you forget the part about the family murdering axe murderer?", Stiles asked him.

"Did you forget that your dad's the sheriff, and that they want us to stay out of it?", Scott replied.

"Are you guys kidding me, there's a family-murdering axe murderer and we're not going to do anything about it?", Stiles argued. "Stiles, we just dealt with a lot of shit recently.", Sam says.

"Maybe we should just let the adults handle it.", Kira suggested as Stiles looked at them in disbelief.

"So the three of you just want to stay here, school, go to class, never heard anything so irresponsible in my life.", Stiles said walking off and Sam followed him with a smile. He was so weird.

After school, Sam quickly left to head over to Derek's to see what he thought about this ax murderer since he hadn't texted her yet. Just as she walked upstairs and walked in, she saw Braeden and Derek looking through what looked like a case file.

She stopped short as she noticed Braeden was changing into her shirt, previously standing in her bra and frowned. She felt a ping of discontent in her stomach and shook it away. Wasn't the time for that. She walked into the room, heading over to them.

"There's nothing in here about Kate.", Derek said, frustrated. "This killer used an axe."

"Actually, he used a military tomahawk.", Braeden corrected.

"That's not in this report.", Derek replied, and looked up once he saw her. "I know.", Braeden smiled.

"You got any other leads?", Sam asked Braeden.

"Not yet.", she said, making Sam sigh. "Cause I don't know much."

"But you do know something.", Derek asked, closing the file and turned to her once she was fully dressed.

"Maybe, the problem is the people I need to talk to right now, don't talk to people like you.", Braeden said.

"You want me to wait for you?", Derek asked.

"I want you to trust me.", Braeden said, leaning in closer to him. Sam fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"And why would I trust you?", Derek asked her. "I don't know anything about you."

"Yeah well I know you.", Braeden replied and Sam went to sit on the couch while they discussed. She could've left. They were already handling it, so it seemed.

Braeden spoke to him in some sort of foreign language. "It means 'the true nature of someone is reflected in their eyes. In your case, the colour of your eyes." She walked towards her jacket and picked it up, Derek picked up her gun.

"You get a week.", he said, tossing it to her. She caught it effortlessly then left. Derek turned back to the table, placing his hands down and sighed.

Sam frowned, and pulled out her phone once she had gotten a text from Stiles.

Scott accidently hurt Liam, taking him to hospital.

"What the hell, Scott?", Sam sighed. Derek turned to her. "What?", Derek asked.

She put her phone away, standing from the couch. "Scott's being an idiot like usual."

"You okay?", he asked, making her look up at him, confused. "Chemo signals.", he said, making her roll her eyes. Damn werewolf senses.

"I'm fine, Derek.", Sam says. "We need to focus on this Axe murderer." He shakes his head. "You're annoyed. I know what annoyance smells like.", he insisted.

She shook her head. "It's nothing I can't deal with. We have better things to worry about than how I'm feeling."

He frowned as he walked over to her, but didn't say anything. She looked up at him, irritated now. "Yes, Mr. Hale.", she grounded out. His lips quirked, almost amused. "You're definitely pissed."

"Derek, I'm not in the mood for your childishness.", she tells him, ready to walk away but he grabs her arm before she could leave.

"Don't walk away without telling me what's wrong.", he growled. She looked at him like he'd grown another head.

"Who are you to tell me how the hell I should be feeling in the first place?", she asked, yanking her arm out of his grip.

"I'm fine–", she says but he cuts her off. "You keep lying. Why?"

"I don't know!", she yelled and his eyes widened a bit at her sudden outburst. She shrunk, not meeting his eyes. She hadn't meant to yell at him. How she was feeling wasn't his fault.

It was idiotic to be upset over something out of her control. He deserved to be happy. Braeden was a pretty woman, she couldn't deny that. But…

"I'm sorry. I just…" She sighed again. "I don't know. I don't know what to feel. I definitely don't like how I'm feeling now, so I just don't know."

He pulled her into a hug, shocking the girl. He doesn't always initiate hugs….at least, unless something's wrong. She hesitantly hugged him back. "I'm sorry…", she mumbled.

He pulled away to look at her. "You're fine. You can't hide how you feel from me. You can lie to anyone else, not me.", he said and she smiled, rolling her eyes. "Okay. Okay. I won't lie anymore."

He smiled.

"But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna keep my feelings to myself.", she grinned, making his smile easily drop as she pulled away.

"Sam–"

She backed away as she got a text, pulling out her phone and waving it, "Duty calls.", she says before leaving.

Apparently Scott had needed help with Liam which confused her. What the hell were they doing?

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