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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️) Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.8k💠 Released: April 15, 2024

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NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: This chapter gets kind of intense y'all so...you have been warned. (I'm trynna get in my angst bag a little, ok? I'm tryin' somethin new)

C.W: TRIGGER WARNING! Angst (nothing really dark though), illegal drugs mentioned, mentions of date rape/sexual assault, reader has a seizure, "Rape Kit" (Sexual Assault Forensic Exam) Mentioned, Best Friend Keisuke Baji is supportive!!!

9; Pain 疼痛

Later That Night

You're in a familiar setting, sitting comfortably in the back of Shuji's car with soft music in the back, one arm wrapped around you while the other holds his cigarette. He went and took you to another scenic area near a public park, but there's no one else around, just the two of you here.

"The sky looks so pretty." You murmur blissfully, staring out of the window. Shuji lets out an airy, short chuckle, taking a quick drag. "You say that every time we're like this."

You raise a brow for a second, surprised that he had made such an observation. "I probably do. I really like the night sky." You hum with a little shrug. "Why?" He mumbles softly.

"Why? Mmm, I guess I just really love space. I love the stars, the moon; it reminds me of how vast the world is. There's so much more up there. If I could, I'd definitely go to space to see what it's like." You ramble in a dreamy tone, eyes glued to the radiant stars and half moon up in the sky.

"That seems like fun. I'd wanna see Jupiter." He says.

"Because of the storms, right?! I know!" You beam, getting randomly excited.

"But you know what's crazy? There's still so much about earth we don't even know. Like we barely know anything about the ocean." He says with a curious tone.

"Oh my gosh, facts. The abyss fish are kinda scary too!" You nod.

"Abyss fish?" He chuckles with a raised brow.

"Yeah, that's what I call 'em. Who really takes the time to figure out all their real names?" You giggle.

"Oh, I thought you meant like a specific fish called the abyss fish." He laughs.

The two of you laugh together for a little while before falling into another moment of tranquil silence.

"You know, I'm actually glad I left that event with you." You sigh, breaking the silence.

"Really?" He asks in a knowing tone.

"Mhm." You nod. "Even though you stress me out, I...really do like being around you." You admit, tone soft and just a little bit shy. The corner of Shuji's lips tilt upwards at your words.

"Well look at you finally being honest." He chuckles, leaning over for a kiss that makes your heart flutter in your chest. His tongue skillfully works its way past your lips, his free hand pulling you closer. You both pull away just a little after a moment, two small smiles on each of your faces.

"Could I...be more honest then?" You ask hesitantly, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Definitely be more honest, angel." He nods with a lustful glint in his eyes. You pull your dress up as far as it could go, then carefully sit yourself down onto his lap, straddling him. Shuji's hand rests low on your hip, the other putting out his cigarette against the little ash tray to the right of him.

"I want you; and I don't wanna wait till we get to your place." You confess softly, looking him right in the eyes.

"I'm all yours, pretty girl." He answers, his hand reaching towards the spaghetti straps tied into a bow at the back of your neck. His words give you all kinds of butterflies throughout your stomach. If only he really was yours, then the looming weight of knowing this thing between you two would eventually end would be long gone.

Your lips meet his as he pulls the string of your halter, letting down the entire top half of your dress. A soft moan slips past your lips, vibrating against his as your own hands get to work, impatiently reaching for the buttons of his top.

The Next Day

You had received a surprising text from your mom early this afternoon, wanting to talk to you face to face for once after her 3pm meeting. You already knew deep down what this was about. It was time for her "review" of how you did during the event last night. Honestly you've been shitting bricks in the past few hours before you'd have to go and meet her, praying to God she didn't find out you snuck off with Shuji.

But unfortunately, that was exactly what she wanted to talk about...

"There was a toast held at the end of the event, but I didn't see you with Ken. Now that I think about it, I barely saw you with Ken at all last night. Then at one point you were just nowhere to be found altogether."

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. She knows...

"Remember, I had sent a text saying I got a migraine?" You ask shakily, cursing at yourself for the way you looked so nervous...so obvious. Her expression stays stony, she didn't believe you for a second.

"Is that why you were running like crazy out of the back of the mansion, and with some boy on top of that?" She questions knowingly, folding her hands over her dark wood desk.

You could feel the color leave your face as her words ring and echo throughout your mind. "Ma, he's just a friend." You assure. How did she even see you guys leave together?!

"I bet he is, Y/N." The way she says your name makes you flinch. There was not an ounce of affection in her tone. "Have you been sleeping with him?" She interrogates, her eyes on fire with anger.

Every question she asks she obviously already knows the answer to, so what's the point in even trying to lie? If you say no you'll just piss her off even more. At this point your bags might as well already be packed and waiting outside of your dorm with the suite key resting right on top.

"I-I'm sorry..." You murmur, your eyes already starting to blur with tears. Your face feels so hot, and your heart is pounding against your chest. Your mom let's out a dry chuckle, shaking her head as she looks down at her hands.

"I can't even look at you right now. Have you lost your mind?!" She seethes, still shaking her head in disappointment. Your heart clenches in your chest at her harsh words. You wanted to argue, maybe yell and tell her off, but you couldn't. The embarrassment of being caught, and by your mother of all people, is eating you alive.

"Help me understand something, are you here to dance or are you here to just fool around and sleep with whoever you feel like?" She asks bitterly, finally looking up at you. Now that one cut deep. Your brows couldn't help but furrow slightly in offense. What's she trying to say, you're not putting in any work and just running around campus whoring it up?!

"I'm here to dance." You respond, your voice shaking with too many high intensity emotions swirling around at a time. "That's not what it seemed like last night-

"Ma, you aren't even ever around me to see how much work I do." You cut in, trying to keep your tone as respectful as possible, "I-..I don't wanna be with Ken." You finally admit. A single rapid tear falls down your cheek as you look up at your mom with pleading eyes. "I don't care about him! I can still do great in school without having to be with him-

"We've already been through why the two of you need to stay together!" She yells over you. You jump at her tone, eyes going wide. She's never yelled at you like this before, not ever.

"You are supposed to be perfect, do you hear me?! I told you what would happen if I caught you fooling around-

"Ma!"

"No, you're done, Y/N! You're not gonna waste my time and money messing around all through college-

"But I'm not! I haven't even failed a single class!" You throw your hands up exasperatedly.

"But you missed one! And I'm pretty sure it wasn't because of a "migraine"." She chides. How did she even know that...?

"I-..missing one class and failing a class isn't the same thing! You literally said last night I'm one of the top dancers at this school! Ma, you really thought in the whole four years of me being here that I wouldn't eventually meet someone I actually like over Ken?! I can't help how I feel about someone!" You rant through frustrated tears, not even registering the fact that you went and verbally acknowledged that you have genuine feelings for Shuji. "I just don't understand why I have to be with Ken specifically in order to be perfect or successful! I can do this without him! He's the one falling apart! Why isn't he here?!"

"Ken isn't the one causing problems! Ken was exactly where he was supposed to be last night, and Ken doesn't complain about why he needs to be with you!" She argues.

You let out a puff of frustrated air, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. What the hell does it matter if I wasn't at the last few moments of the donor event?! You're pretty sure Mr. Fujioka is not having a heart attack and freaking out over the fact that one person happened to not be there for the toast. Ken is so lucky you aren't the throw folks under the bus type, because if you wanted to you could air him out right to both of your parents. You're over here taking the full heat when he's not even in the clear himself. He should be standing here right next to you.

"I'm telling you Y/N, if I catch you with that boy or any other boy that isn't Ken again, you're packing your bags, do you understand?" She threatens, her tone low and as serious as it gets. You look to the side angrily, opting for a simple head nod and short "Yes" before making your way out of her office.

You'd wandered off around campus, finding a secluded spot in the dance department staircase near the girls locker room way in the back hallway, crying to yourself pitifully with your head resting on your knees. You put your phone on 'do not disturb', not wanting to be bothered by anyone's text or calls or social media notifications.

Almost a bit over thirty minutes had gone by with you sitting there sulking on the steps, until the sensation of someone patting your right shoulder startled you. You jump, letting out a mix between a yelp and a deep gasp as you look up.

A familiar face is sitting on the stairs next to you, but there's no name you could begin to even think of to attach to it. You look him over with a scrutinizing gaze, eyes trailing down from his medium length hair, black framed glasses, and those dirty converse sneakers.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You seemed down so I figured I'd come and comfort you." The guy shrugs with a small smile. Your heart instantly sinks to your feet. This was that same exact guy from the water fountain a hot minute ago! The uneasy feeling you'd felt from back then was back with full force, sitting on your shoulders like weights.

"Uhhh, thanks. I-I was kinda hoping I could actually be left alone for a while though..." You answer cautiously yet too emotionally exhausted to really shield the annoyance in your tone. "Oh, I understand. But, I also wanted to tell you that you had left your water bottle in the hallway the last time I saw you; so I thought I'd hand it back to you." He chuckles awkwardly, revealing your bright pink water bottle from behind him.

Wait, what?

The cogs immediately start turning in your head. You were a thousand percent sure you didn't leave your water bottle, and in the hallway of all places?! You have a few other water bottles in different colors, so sometimes it can be a little hard to keep up with which one you have at a time...but never have you ever left an item just sitting in a hallway.

"Oh, thank you. I...guess I didn't even realize I'd lost it." You answer apprehensively with an awkward chuckle, slowly taking the bottle from him as you wipe some of the left over tears off your cheeks.

"No problem! I filled it up with water and everything; good as new." He beams, gesturing towards the bottle. It was indeed filled all the way to the brim, ice cold, just as you like it...

"I see." You say softly, lifting the rubber straw and taking a few big sips just to cool off from the argument you had earlier. "Uuum, to be honest I feel bad 'cause I can't really remember what your name was." You give him an apologetic smile.

"Fumihiro Miyagawa. My name's kind of easy to forget, huh?" He jokes awkwardly.

"No no, I just-..I can just be forgetful sometimes; I'm sorry." You stammer, trying not to offend him any further.

"It's alright, I understand." He shrugs, adjusting his glasses. Then the two of you fall into a deep silence, making your skin crawl.

"Uhh, well do you have any classes today?" You ask, feeling more uncomfortable by the silence than when he speaks.

"No, I'm free all day today. That's why I was able to come find you." He replies pleasantly. The words "come find you" didn't sit well for some reason. You weren't in a very conspicuous spot, as this staircase just leads up to an equipment room near the girls locker room. How'd he even think to come search over here?

Then there's the night you ran into this guy in the first place. He was by the girls locker room that time too. It's not like it would make sense, as the mens' locker room is on the whole opposite side of the hallway, down by the entrance of the dance department building. It was separated for the purpose of keeping everyone safe.

Safe....yeah that's the word. You don't feel safe around him.

"Oh ok." You nod slowly, "Are you also a dance major?"

"Me?! No no, I'm the epitome of ungraceful; nothing like you." He chuckles, giving you a sharp chill that went down your spine. You chuckle a little in response, though it came out slightly forced and extremely stiff. That last part didn't really sit right, nor was it flattering.

Nothing like me...

What does he mean nothing like you?

Wait wait, let's not jump to conclusions...

"Well, I should probably get going." You state before standing up and taking another few sips from your water bottle, "Thanks again for bringing back my bottle, uh, Miyagawa." You smile politely with a short wave goodbye, not even bothering to wait for his response as you make your way out of the now creepy staircase.

You head out of the dance department building and decide to just take a little mind-calming walk around campus before heading back to your dorm suite. It was ironically a very sunny, clear skied day, the complete opposite of how you were feeling.

"Maybe I could see what Kei's doing..." You whisper to yourself. It's been a good while since the last time you got to talk to Keisuke, and it wasn't for the best of reasons. It would be good to have some time with a trusted friend. You whip out your phone, sending him a quick "Imu🥺 let's hang" text.

Best Friend #1👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏻 I was literally just thinkin bout u kid!!! I'm hangin by the lil fountain statue thingy near the gym wit some friends Come thru

Y/N Yaaaay🥹 I'm omw 🏃🏾‍♀️

You smile to yourself, placing your phone back in your pocket as you head over to the fountain by the gym. It's about eight minutes away from the dance department where you'd just come from, so it's not really a hike.

You take another sip of water from your bottle, rubbing your left eye with your other hand. "What the-..." You trail off, brows furrowing in heavy confusion.

What the hell was up with your vision? You slow your walking to a stop in the middle of the pavement, trying to rub your eyes without making them hurt from the pressure. After a bit of rubbing you just shake it off, assuming maybe it was just an oncoming headache or something and continue on to meet up with Keisuke.

It was the three of them hanging by the fountain, Keisuke, Hanma, and Kazutora. Keisuke was the second to spot you stumbling around a few feet away. Hanma had moved so fast Kei didn't even realize what the hell was his problem until he noticed you, and Kazutora was completely lost as he's the only one who doesn't know you.

"Hey. What the hell is goin' on with you?!" Shuji asks, more to himself than to you as you nearly collapse to the ground. Had he come even seconds later you would have fallen over right on the ground.

"Heeeey?" You mutter, brows furrowing, looking at him like you were trying to recognize who he was. Keisuke trails behind, finally coming up to you with his eyes filled with concern.

"What happened? Are you alright?!" He questions.

"I-I feel-...I feel like-..." You stutter, seemingly forgetting your sentence after the first two to three words every time you attempt to answer.

"Hey, is she ok? Did she faint?" Kazutora comes in last, looking you over.

There was a trail of your things leading to where you'd nearly collapsed, your phone a few feet away, and your water bottle sitting in the grass right next to the pavement.

"Hot. 'S hot..." You groan. It really was hot, like, excruciatingly hot. Then abruptly, you frown, weakly pushing yourself out of Shuji's arms. "Go 'way..." You mutter, barely able to keep yourself upright. "Whooooooaaaaa!" You outburst loudly, looking all around you with wide eyes. Everything looked particularly vibrant, but it was somehow kind of slowly spinning...or twisting? Maybe both. It was making you feel nauseous. Keisuke, Shuji, and Kazutora all exchange the same looks of realization.

"Should I call an ambulance?! Maybe we should get her to the hospital or something." Keisuke says worriedly. With a slurred "K bye" you attempt to walk off down the sidewalk, immediately toppling over.

"Hey hey hey! Hold on!" Shuji grabs you once again, this time picking you up in his arms to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

"Oooo! You-...you're so strong." You slur with a girly giggle, placing your hands over your cheeks with a wide smile.

"She's out of it." He shakes his head, looking at you with a frown.

"Let's take her to the hospital." Kazutora says, going and grabbing your phone and water bottle. Keisuke grabs his keys instantly, Shuji and Kazutora following close behind him as they head to the parking lot. "I feel sooooo nice." You hum blissfully, laying your head lazily against Shuji's chest.

"Shhh, don't talk." Shuji commands softly. The deep tone of his voice makes a sudden sensual chill go down your spine. "Mmmm, you're beautiful." You compliment, looking up at him with heavily lustful eyes. "I wanna have sex." You add flirtatiously with another giggle. Both Keisuke and Kazutora's mouths drop in astonishment, looking at you like you grew two more heads..

"What did you take?!" Shuji questions, looking down at you utterly bewildered. You stay quiet for a moment, then randomly...you black out, your entire body going limp in Shuji's arms.

You were out for a bit over two minutes before you jolt awake just as the guys made it to Keisuke's car. Soft, fearful whimpers escape your dry-feeling lips, looking around frantically as you didn't recognize where you were. "I-I'm scared! I'm scared!"

"I'm right here angel, I got you. We're gonna get you to the hospital, ok?" Shuji says softly, holding you close as he gets into the back. Kazutora stays up front with Keisuke.

"You think she might've gotten drugged?" Kazutora asks Kei in a hushed tone, looking over the water bottle you were carrying with a skeptical gaze. "Definitely. Nothing else makes sense." Keisuke answers instantly. He speeds out of the lot like a bat out of hell, using one hand on the steering wheel while the other searches up the fastest route to the nearest hospital on google maps.

You weren't conscious for too long, only a few short minutes of feeling nothing but pure anxiousness before you blacked out yet again.

"She keeps passing out." Shuji says worriedly, adjusting you to keep your head from falling back in a weird way. Then, practically giving him a heart attack, your body starts convulsing. His eyes go wide, nearly dropping you onto the seat of the car from the way your body's jerking so violently. "Y/N! Y/N!?" He calls out to you, but he honestly had zero clue what to do, too scared to do anything else in fear it might make things worse.

"Oh my god, she's havin' a seizure!" Kazutora gasps, looking back from the front passenger seat.

"Are you serious?! What the hell is going on?!" Keisuke facepalms.

"Hurry the fuck up, Baji!" Shuji shouts frantically.

"I'm going as fast as I can! We're gonna get pulled over if I go any faster!" 1 Hour Later

It was like a blur, everything that had happened. Just as Keisuke said, he was pulled over by the cops. He realized then it was stupid not to just call an ambulance, but thankfully, the police gave him an escort, letting him drive as fast as needed to get you to the hospital.

Once you all arrived they quickly took you back to the ER, leaving the three of them out in the waiting area to be questioned by the police. Kazutora, Shuji, and Keisuke alike all realized how bad of a look this probably was. Three guys with one girl who happens to be the only one drugged. Kazutora's questioning was the shortest, as he's just now meeting you therefore didn't have too much information on the matter. Next up was Keisuke.

"I'm her best friend. We go to the same school. The only reason I even found her like this was 'cause she had texted that she wanted to meet up and come hang with me." Keisuke explains calmly.

"So who are these guys?" The officer who's badge shows his name is Kimura asks.

"They're my friends. They were already with me when Y/N texted me. We were by our campus's water fountain outside."

"You ever want to be more than friends with her?" The officer questions bluntly.

"No, she's like family to me. She has a boyfriend already anyways." Kei shakes his head.

"And where's her boyfriend? That him?" Officer Kimura nods his head towards Shuji who happened to be carrying her inside the hospital.

"No no, her boyfriend's Ken Ryuguji. He also goes to our school, but he wasn't with her when she came to see me."

"Hm, alright. That's enough for now." Kimura nods.

Keisuke sighs exasperatedly, going back to his seat in the waiting room as the officer calls up Shuji next. With a tired huff, Shuji makes his way over to the officer standing by the hallway that the nurses had previously taken you down on a stretcher.

"I'm just gonna ask a few questions, alright?" Officer Kimura begins. "Are you close with the victim?"

Something about the officer calling you a victim made Shuji's heart sink to his feet. "...Kind of." He says wearily.

"I'll need something more specific than kind of. What's kind of?" Officer Kimura presses.

"We're close." He answers shortly.

"Friends?" The officer raises a brow.

"Yeah." Shuji sighs. He genuinely wasn't sure how to answer that question yet just went with friends as to keep things simple.

"Has there ever been a point you were more than friends? Ever dated before or thought about it?"

Shuji's jaw clenches in annoyance, already knowing where the officer was going with those questions.

"We're just friends." He clarifies again, his tone coming across a bit more sharp than he intended.

"Alright. Have you noticed anyone suspicious around her?" He asks, changing topics.

Shuji thinks for a second, but can't really think of any particular person. Usually when you're with him it's literally just the two of you, so there's never really a moment where other people are around.

"No." He answers, then pauses, brows furrowing in thought. "Wait..."

I'm at the water fountain fillin' up my bottle and all of a sudden this random ass, quiet ass guy just appeared.

It was just the weirdest thing ever, and the way he wasn't trynna let go of my hand...

"No wait. I-...she once told me about some guy that asked her on a date. She said she was really uncomfortable 'cause he wasn't letting go of her hand or something. But, that was weeks ago now." Shuji explains.

"Did she say anything else about him? His appearance? Where she met him?" Officer Kimura asks.

Shit...he couldn't remember all those tiny details. But for you, he'd do anything to remember every last bit.

"I think she said a water fountain was where he came up to her. She was about to go to dance practice, so she was in the dance department."

"Alright, that's good enough for now. Your friend brought the water bottle she had with her to the hospital. We have the nurses taking a sample and testing for any drugs in the water bottle, but it can be assumed that it was highly likely a date rape drug. We can't really investigate any further without the victim's consent though." Kimura informs.

Date rape drug....

Those three words from the officer's mouth rings loudly like alarm bells in Shuji's mind. "Wait, what?"

"Date rape drugs are popular as they have no scent or color, and most can easily dissolve into drinks going almost completely undetected." He adds. Shuji's heart sinks to his chest. All he can manage is a short head nod in response, feeling too sick to his stomach to give any sort of verbal reply.

"Depending on what kind of drug is in her system, it may take a while before any of you can see her. I'd stock up on snacks to hold you guys off if you're gonna stay till she wakes up." Officer Kimura suggests, giving Shuji an apologetic look and pat on the shoulder before heading over to his colleagues standing near the front desk of the hospital.

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It was so bright when your eyes finally fluttered open. Off white colored walls, and two women you couldn't recognize for the life of you. Once the brightness settled down a bit you could finally take in what was going on, and where you were.

"Y/N? Hi, you've been unconscious for some time. My name is Dr. Chen." A short haired brunette woman states with a soft smile, leaning over you. She's a nurse, you finally conclude, and the second woman was as well. The second nurse seems to be checking out your vitals on the annoying beeping machine. The beeps came around in fairly long spaced intervals, worrying you a little.

"W-what happened?" You ask wearily. Oof, you felt so nauseous.

"Unfortunately, we found a substantial amount of GHB in your system." She explains with an apologetic tone.

"What?!" Your heart sinks in your chest. You had zero clue what GHB meant, but clearly it didn't sound good. "What is that?"

"Gamma hydroxybutyrate, it's an illegal drug. It was mixed into your water bottle you were carrying with you today." Dr. Chen clarifies.

Your brows furrow in deep confusion, then a sudden heavy feeling of anxiousness washes over you as you realize you don't know what she's talking about.

"W-what water bottle? I don't-...I've never taken drugs. I don't have anything illegal-

"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble with the police. We can begin a more thorough investigation with your con-

"Investigation?! W-What's going on?!" You ramble fearfully, your monitor to the right of you showing your heart rate starting to spike. Immediately your chest rises and falls rapidly, starting to hyperventilate as your memories seem damn near void. You couldn't remember anything from today, not even the shortest glimpse.

"Please, try to stay calm. It's normal not to remember anything, as that's one of the major effects of this drug. We're going to take this one step at a time." Dr. Chen assures in a calming tone.

Your vision blurs as involuntary hot tears start streaming down your face.

"Are you feeling any pain anywhere? Any pain around your lower body?"

It didn't go unnoticed by you the way she specifically inquired about your lower body being in pain. "N-no. I don't think I really feel anything right now." You answer shakily, attempting to stay calm but the fact that you were on some kind of drug and could barely feel your body just made everything ten times worse.

"Do your muscles feel tired? Relaxed? It's normal if your feeling fatigued."

Your brows furrow again, unable to keep up with her words even though it wasn't even much that she said. All of this was just too overwhelming.

"You're alright. Take as much time as you need to respond." She soothes. "For now there's no pain, yes?"

"Mhm." You nod as a few tears roll down your cheeks.

"Ok good. You have three friends here that have been waiting for you to wake up. Do you feel ready to see them?" Dr. Chen asks.

"Friends?"

"Yes, they're the ones that brought you here. Would you feel comfortable with seeing maybe just one at a time?" She suggests.

You nod hesitantly, not sure at all who these three friends are.

"Ok." She nods, then heads out of the room with the other nurse trailing behind her with a clipboard. A few minutes go by of silence, before finally someone walks in.

"Hey kid. You alright?"

You gasp, the tears you had went and wiped away restarting all over again. "Kei!" You sob, breaking down as he comes over and gives you an affectionate hug. It hurt you that you could barely manage to just raise your arms a little to wrap around him, still too drugged up to function.

"I'm scared..." You murmur weakly into his royal blue shirt.

"I know, me too, but you're gonna be alright." He comforts, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know what happened to me."

"You were drugged by someone. They put something in your water bottle you had with you; things got pretty bad for a second." He explains a bit vaguely, pulling away from the hug to go and sit on your little hospital bed. Keisuke didn't really want to go into too much detail about what happened to you just in case it might scare you even more.

"All I know is, you were literally on your way to come meet up with me by the fountain near the gym on campus and like...you just collapsed. Or well Hanma caught you but, had he not seen it, you would've went straight down." He adds softly.

"Ha-hanma?"

"Yeah, he's here too. I didn't know you knew him." Kei states with his brows furrowed. "He was really freakin' out about you, I was...shocked. I've never seen him like that."

"Is Ken here too?" You ask wearily. If Ken's here and sees Shuji it'll definitely be a problem, and you absolutely did not have the energy to deal with that situation.

"Uh no actually, it's just me, Hanma, and my friend Kazutora. You don't know him yet though."

"Thank God..." You sigh, a wave of relief washing over you at that. "How long have I been here? What day is it?"

"It hasn't been that long, like a few hours now. It's still Tuesday." He assures.

"Oh, Tuesday..." You nod slowly. It bothered you that you couldn't even remember at least what day it is. Would any memories of today even come back once the drug has fully left your system? You doubted it.

"Do you wanna see Hanma now? I can go get 'em?" Kei offers. "Cause...he really wants to see you." He adds, sounding shocked by his own words.

Before you could give a response, Dr. Chen walks back in, coming over to you on the other side of the hospital bed by the vitals monitor.

"I'm sorry, but could you give us one second? You can come back in or have another friend come in after, but I have a few personal questions for Y/N." Dr. Chen says politely.

"Yeah, yeah for sure. I'll be back, alright?" Kei says softly, giving you a friendly pat on your arm before heading out of the room. You frown watching him leave, heartbeat pounding just a bit harder as the anxiousness you were previously feeling starts to settle back in.

"GHB is a very common drug known as a date rape drug. We believe you may have been sexually assaulted."

Your blood runs cold all through your system, eyes going wide in terror. You we too frozen to even speak, it was like your mind was refusing to process and accept that. The fact that you couldn't even remember anything made it worse. You couldn't tell if this really happened or not, and if no memories come back, you really may never know.

"I'm truly very sorry about this." She states somberly with a heavy sigh. "So, Y/N, there's a few steps we could take depending on what you wanna do. The first option is a forensic exam where we can test for any STI's, pregnancy, sexual assault evidence, injuries, and things like that that can help you. For example, the water bottle your friend brought to the police is how we found where the drug came from. That's a great piece of evidence. We can also, with your consent, collect clothing items, as well as do some bodily tests for any other evidence should you choose to go forward with a police investigation." She explains slowly, her tone professional yet kind.

"The next option is that we can keep everything strictly confidential. No information will be released to the police if that's what you choose is the way you want to go. The only information they have about this is what they found out from your friends after they were questioned. They were pulled over while taking you here, so naturally the police wanted to ask them a few questions." She adds.

"But, if I don't tell the police anything, they won't figure out who did this, right?" You ask weakly.

"That's right, there'll be no investigation if you choose to keep this confidential." Dr. Chen nods.

"I'll-...I'll do the test then." You reply hesitantly.

"Ok, we'll get you started with that soon. You'll need to sign a few documents just giving your consent before we begin the process. In the meantime would you like for one of your friends to come back again? You can let them know what's going on if you feel comfortable." She suggests.

You simply nod in response, too busy trying to hold back the tears currently beginning to blur your vision.

"Alright." She gives you a small smile, then makes her way out of the room. As soon as she's gone you burst into light sobs, too weak to even wipe your own tears.

How did this happen....?

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Dang y'all...it got so dramatic. But I hope you guys enjoyed! BIG BOY BAJI IS A REAL ONE OK!!! Real best friend vibes!!! (Kazutora's real too)

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#a mile away ㊙️#shuji hanma #shuji hanma x black fem reader #shuji hanma x reader smut #Keisuke baji #ken ryuguji #kazutora hanemiya #shuji hanma x fem reader #tokyo rev #black fem reader #angst

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jinxhallows · 2 years

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Ok, thought of you for this one, but don't know if you are doing asks, but hey, thought I'd drop it for you.

Lucifer's reaction to an MC with absolute ZERO body shyness and wearing a sports bra with a front zip. I mean, female MCs can wear bras for HOURS and DAYS on end and this can make your back SUPER sore. The best solution I have found is a FRONT ZIP SPORTS BRA! Unzipping it a little relieves the pressure put on your boobs and still keeps support up without giving into the (HUMAN) societal hate of FREE HANGING BOOBS!!

(I also have no idea how many male co-workers have seen my boobs when I am fixing the zipper in the break room when the zipper comes undone due to cleavage, but no one ever dares to comment when I side-eye glare at them and pause in my actions until they realize I know they are staring, XD.)

yerrrr here I am later than an aspiring mtv teenage star's period to answer this fantastic ask.

And also yes, my inbox is always open to these. HC's, requests, commissions, random friends, anything really I'm chill as fuck. DM me. I might be late as fuck sometimes (life is aggy rn) but I enjoy interacting with the awesome OM community.

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First of all, as we've discussed, I adore these bras.

Lucifer loves your breasts free bird, sports mode, and when it's decorated with delicate lace when you decide to splurge. He loves your body in all of its entirety, he doesn't care in the same manner that a human male does. He's attracted to the things your body is capable of doing. Your stamina for those long nights spent in the throes of passion with him, your flexibility when he pushes your thighs to your chest, watching every expression you make caught up between the carnal need to push them back further and the protective instinct to not hurt you.

And your strength.

The way you would stand in front of the mirror at the afterhours gym, late at night, leaning forward and gripping the barbell in front of you. It was 40 lbs, which may have seemed light to others, but the constant high repetitions you put in proved otherwise.

You'd curl your fingers around the textured part of the metal, getting a firm hold, and hoist it up to your chest and then heave it above your head as you'd drop down into a squat, your chest rising and falling as you held it above you for only a brief moment, before dropping it for the final time.

As you glance up in the mirror, you see him, his ebony hair wet with sweat, pieces of it stuck to the milky skin of his beautiful face. He was watching you, no... his eyes travelled down, he was really watching the droplet of sweat that left the tail of your soft sideburn, down your clavicle, and into the valley of your breasts in that new bra he had never seen you work out in.

"See somethin' you like?" You wave your fingerless gloved hand in front of him as you take out an airpod and approach him at the hanging punching bag.

"This," His finger slides up the teeth within the center of your bra as he finger's the zipper at the top, his eyes finally flitting back up to pierce yours again.

"Whoever invented this must be incredibly wealthy." he pulls it down half an inch, allowing your breasts to fall just a tiny bit to the sides. Your chest was shiny with sweat, more beads slipping into the deep crevice of your bosom.

"You like it?" you ask as your eyes travel from his hand, up his arm and to his lips for a few seconds. "It's easier for me to take on and off."

"The efficiency is genius, I'm sure not everyone is as efficient as I when it comes to the pesky clasps most brassieres have." he looks at you once more, fingers dancing around the black painted metal of your zipper. You can see his gaze darken and you feel your heart thrum and thump against the inside of your ribcage.

He pulls it down another inch and your breasts tumble down even more.

"We're in the gym." You say, flustered as your hand clasps over his own and you zip your bra back up.

He looks at you, endearingly, scarlet irises and dark black pupils wanting to betray your wishes immediately.

"You should wear those more often; they complement you well."

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mamaaaauwu · 3 years

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[[Harley saves the day!]]

[[and ascends to godhood in the process. Discord thread with writing i’m proud of. starring @cosmosfated!]]

Kairos

Gaunt, unhealthily thin, as if he hasn't eaten well in months, or has been on a diet of punishment for one reason or another and the people who have captured him are using it against him. His clothes hang on him as if they're hanging off pure determination to keep going rather than anything healthy. And indeed there's a sliver of red in his violet eyes as if he had made a batch of DETERMINATION just for himself in the recent months or so, or perhaps in the recent week.

But here and now, Harley Quinn told him to crack a joke. For some reason. "Hey, you." The cat monster looks at him from the other side of the electricity fueled bars that he's leaning up against and feeling the rush of. "What did the faerie tell the priest in response to religion?" The incredulous look and the response of 'what??' is enough for him.

He has very little enthusiasm to his voice when he speaks this time but it's a pun, he knows his dad overhears it. "Well I'm not FAEthless." That earns him an eyeroll from the cat monster but that's not what he's waiting for.

A flutter of hope in his chest. (Save me, itches a dull prayer in his throat like burning a clove in the fireplace.)

Harley Quinn

Harley wasn't expecting to be changed into a halloween fairy costume covered in glitter, but she's thankful that the tutu dress is at least in her favorite colors.

her baseball bat has 'become' a part of a cross, slid through the bottom of a shotgun. she smiles and bashes the monster across the face before cocking the gun. "The power'a Winchester compels you to open this cage."

Kairos

Kairos smiles from his place on the floor and he can't help but give a two finger salute. "Ello, Mx." Carefully not giving out her name to this captor of his but also granting her the awareness that he hears her coming in.

The cat monster had whipped around just in time to be hit right across the face and honestly it hurts like it had more damage upon it. Wide eyes search for a way out of this and reaches out and instead casts a binding spell on Harley in an attempt to keep her still. No need to get violent just yet.

Harley Quinn

"Hiya hon. Just call me Tinkerbell." she winks before feeling the spell hit.

it travels up her body, even squeezing in like ropes, showing off the gymnast physique. "Oooh, kinky. unfortunately only the Missus 'r the otha Missus are allowed to do that." she may be bound, but she has just enough wiggle room to aim the cross and pull the trigger... into the knee.

"Shit; I was aimin' for ya foot."

Kairos

"Tinkerbell it is." The taste is unique. As a name, as an alias. As a savior. It's different from John. It's different from Clemency. It's different from Emrys. Softer, sweeter, with a hint of ash wood and gunpowder. He's not sure which he prefers. Mx. Quinn or Tinkerbell. He'll decide later.

The monster collapses to one knee with a gasp and a cry of pain, and there's a glare. "I've done nothing to you but bind you! Why are you even here? You're clearly not working for us. I should have you arrested for assault of a high ranking magi!"

There's a snort from Kairos. Yeah ok.

Harley Quinn

she wiggles her shoulder blades to make the wings flutter. "i raised a fae and helped em remember their true power; i know the rules better than my own blood pressure." she looks back down to the monster.

"oh, that ain't about what you did, its about what you didn't do. I gave a clear and simple instruction that you failed t'follow, but i'll give you a lil context as an apology for missin' ya foot." she offers a smile that's far too wide, with the wrong kind of teeth for a humanoid mouth.

"Numba one; the only person i work for is me. Numba two; tryin' to have me arrested will result in nothin' but a pile'a magi corpses for some poor bastard to clean up. Numba three, you are gonna drop this chintzy little spell and open the cage like a good kitty, or there ain't gonna be enough of you left to put inta a pet sematery." she cocks the shotgun, as a final warning.

Kairos

Kairos is slow to stand as if he's struggling with the weight of gravity. Or as if something is physically weighing down on top of him. He's almost tempted to wheeze out a name, use his last spell, his very last spell to call upon his dad, so that he can get extra help, but he's not sure how Tinkerbell would take that. So he just stands and grips the bars for a moment before releasing them again. Too much skin to the bars. Ow.

The cat monster hisses for a moment before taking a breath and hobbling to a stand, taking out a ring of keys and going to a rather unassuming one in the ring of pretty and decorated ones that look like they match other doors and unlocking the door. "There. Happy?" They grumble about needing a healer, or days off, now.

Kairos uses his coat to pull back the bars for the door and step outside. "Oh, hey, can I have that magic to eat?" To which there's a glare so cold it could freeze his soul. "... Nevermind then. Let's go, Tinkerbell. Before people show up from that shotgun blast."

Harley Quinn

She cracks her neck, and the binding magic snaps off, causing her eyes to widen, but no other show of surprise. "no, I'm not at all happy, actually, but i ain't here to play with you neither. pick a god and pray that you don't get put between me an' my goals again." she stops, seemingly listening to something. she purses her lips, considering it deeply. she looks to Kairos.

"If I'm gonna be Tink, that'd make you Peter Pan." she gives him a very serious gaze. it crackles with an energy, a specific one that is nonetheless easy to understand.

"Now answer me somethin, Petey. you and these mage guys, you've been doing this song and dance for a long, long time... your adoptive relative that you mentioned. Does he know about this? That you've been paying for his actions with the very blood and energy of your own body and soul? Does he know this, and still does nothing to protect you?"

Kairos

Within one blink and another, the cat monster disappears, but the sound of limping footsteps are heard running down the hallway. Running, like a coward- or like someone who wants to plot revenge. Whichever comes first.

Kairos however snorts. "Peter Pan? Interesting." But instead of dismissing it entirely he looks at her and considers her words. And then he grows sad at the mention of his adoptive relative. His dad. Why hasn't he told him? It's stupid. Maybe it shows on his face.

"No... He doesn't even know. I haven't told him. He's not... aware. I'm trying to keep this quiet because, well, I thought I could handle this on my own. It's not that he wouldn't be able to help, it's that I don't let him. Maybe I should." He shrugs. "We should get going." He turns and gestures to walk with him but doesnt start walking without her.

Harley Quinn

"i ain't judgin', yanno. that would be a serious breach of psychologist code." she tilts her head.

"but, y'see... i'm feelin'.... i'm feelin' somethin' i never felt before, and if it is what I think it is, then it might change our exit strategy. besides, i've taken out worse than that with one hand behind my back." she gazes down at herself, briefly.

"it's that kinda thing that you can't just shrug off and keep walking... y'gotta stop and give it a proper think through, you know?"

Kairos

"I don't want to bother him with this." He says very quietly. "I can't bring this up to him." He sounds almost... Scared? Like a puppy that's been kicked one too many times. But then he returns to that strong and haughty facade that he presents and grins. "Plus, I have one more spell that they haven't wrested from my clutches and I can use it right now to make sure that nothing stands in our way as we leave. Clean escape! No one gets hurt, and we're free to go! Everybody's happy!" Most of all, he can clean himself up before his folks find out about this little excursion.

"What good is thinking about it going to do anyway? It already happened. We're already here." He kicks at the ground. He wants to go. "I just want to get something to eat. And I know where their stash is and I can grab some before they even know. Easy pickings."

Harley Quinn

"You don't get what i'm sayin' here, Petey." the energy gets stronger, filling the room. its that smile you wear singing along to a song about hunting down a cheating lover, its that tickle you get when you see someone who did you dirty meet with karma, and have karma chew their face off. its the laughter you can't control when some blowhard gets his ass handed to him on a silver platter. its the comedy in others' well earned tragedy.

"what i'm saying is... well... i think you oughta let me take point... maybe stand a few feet back, even." she strides with her two weapons in hand, a murder walk. "lets see if we can't get you a little snack fer th' road first."

Kairos

The energy is so tantalizing. He can almost taste it. It's delectable and sweet and tastes divine. ... Divine. Godlike. Godlike? He reels and goes wide eyed at her. No. No... He shakes his head.

He takes a few steps back and bows to her, allowing her to pass. "Let's get something done shall we?" He can't wait to see what she'll do. He reaches out and plucks a thread and begins to weave a thread to lead them in the right direction. Like silvery strands that disappear into the light around them. Bringing people to steal from. It wouldn't hurt to eat.

Harley Quinn

"now now, no worship from you, Pete." she turns back and boops him in the nose.

"fae and religion don't mix, remember? you're the one who opened my eyes, and now i'm gonna stretch my wings on your enemies to show my appreciation. we're even-steven, got it?" she giggled as she continued onwards.

"yanno, in hindsight it kinda seems obvious; two people went into that vat'a potions and chemicals... and I'm the one who almost drowned in it! why should he be the only demigod? though that would mean two good things came'a that relationshit-show... naaaaaah i dove in of my own free will, he's got no claim to it." she hums as she inserts the bat back into the shotgun, then gasps in laughter.

"hey, it just occurred to me; ya joke about religion just got a million times funnier!"

Kairos

He listens. And he listens. He's become very good at listening to people talk amongst themselves, to themselves, around themselves, even when they don't think that he's around. He's become one with illusion and shadow as he has with light and day, and it's an interesting dichotomy to watch seeing as his main focus is indeed change and disruption. The wayward force that governs the way the tides of chaos and order change and dance on the wind. So he listens. He won't use this against her. That would be uncouth.

He tugs on a silver string and feels the breath be drawn out of him as they walk, and people skid to a halt in their path, only enough to handle, only enough to have heard the buckshot of a shotgun from down the echoing halls of a prison that is only full of SPECIAL prisoners. And he has to gather his breath again, breathe in, hold, let it out, hold. They'd not see him weak. This would make him strong, or so help him. He had to get stronger. He can't just rely on magic his whole life. He WILL get stronger.

The new information is sidebar to him and he hums. The real thing that makes him grin is the comment about his joke. "Didja? I tried really hard on it! I'm glad you liked it, Tinkerbell. Now, leave them at least partially alive for me to be able to eat."

Harley Quinn

the thing about "Tink" is that the whole thing wasn't a soliloquy, but was directed to him. not that she'd quiz him on what she said or anything, but she wasn't talking to anyone but him.... this time anyway.

"Oh no it was a real pissa; i wasn't wearing this before i got here yanno! ya summoned me and gave me a strong gag to work with! now, speakin' of strong gags..." she places the shotgun and bat carefully on the floor with great ceremony.

"here comes a runnin' joke!" she dashes forward and launches into handsprings and flips to get enough momentum to land a neat handstand on a mage in the middle. "Hiya, guys gals an' nonbinary pals!"

Kairos

"Really?" He can't help but laugh. He can't imagine his words summoning someone in such a fanciful get up. It's flashy and eye catching and oh so HIM but that's not suited for this mission. "Maybe I should be a bit more covert next time I summon you." As if this would happen again (and again and again-)

And he then watches her handspring off towards the mages that interrupted.

The magi in the middle squeaks, then growls in indignation and tries to reach up to grab Harley by the forearms and bodily toss her off, seemingly more fit than the last magi she squared up against. It again makes Kairos laugh because Tinkerbell seems far more capable of taking care of herself than these mages do.

Harley Quinn

She grabs the upper arms as they latch onto her forearms, using them as a fulcrum to swing herself down and around to scatter the formation. she lands on her feet and smashes her unwilling helper in the nose with her forehead.

Kairos

The mage stumbles back after being hit in the face and fires off a bolt of fire directly at her, mostly as a deterrent to get her to jump back and away but if she tanks it then she tanks it. This one won't use his big spells on her. He'll just body her as much as possible before being taken down.

Kairos plucks at the silver thread again and the mages behind the main mage lose their footing and fall flat on their ass. Might as well help out some while he can no? Pluck pluck motherfuckers.

Harley Quinn

she leap frogs right over the blast and does another hand spring to drive her heels right into the mage's chin.

"Order up, Petey! bon appetit! unless you like em more tenderized than this."

Kairos

The mage collapses back onto his ass and grunts, rubbing his lower spine for only a moment before going to get up. Kairos is there in a split second however and he smiles sweetly, hand on his shoulder, knelt down next to him. "At least you get something good out of this, aye?"

And with a placing of his free hand on the chest over the mage's heart, the mage's eyes widen before they roll back into his eyes, almost instantly unconscious. Lips curl back to show off his teeth, into a maddened grin, wanting so badly to EAT.

But then he hears the screams of the mages only ten feet away - 'star eater is going on a frenzy' this and 'the hu-ka'li is out of containment' that - and he it centers him. Can't let himself get carried away. He's not his ancestors.

Harley Quinn

"oh his frenzy is the least of your problems. LEMME DEMONSTRATE." she launched onto one of the loud mouths, her face elongating into a snout as she bends down. hyena jaws clamp down on the arm and rip it clean from the socket, crunching the bone in two. she looks back at Kairos with a blood soaked smile.

"take your time and eat your fill. just don't make yourself sick, okay?"

Kairos

Now the screams are more centered on Harley's actions than the fact that Kairos is out of his cell and feeding himself. But that's no matter. They'll cause chaos for themselves in due time.

Kairos chuckles at the blood, but it sounds weary, as if he's slightly discomforted by the sight of it. (Calm down. You expected this. The multiverse is bloody and cold and callous and heartless. Not every place is the way you built your world.) "The only thing that would happen like that is that I would get drunk and then I would actually go on a feeding frenzy and well, we need to try and avoid that." He says as he walks up to the one without an arm who is trying to get away from them both against the wall and just knocks him out via taking some energy from him. Not much but enough to put him out of his misery. Mages are too proud here to admit that they need help. "I'm more surprised you're not asking more questions." He says, something dark and strange dripping from his mouth and teeth like something viscous and heavy.

Harley Quinn

"ain't here to ask questions and pry into your business, Petey." she stands, licking her lips.

"i'm here to bust you out and bust some heads; you're no longer theirs to starve and cage and squeeze for information without so much as a thank you. you're under my protection, and my vengeance is swift, without mercy, and without consideration for their way of doing things." she rattles this off with such a matter of fact tone, as though it should've been obvious from the moment she appeared.

"if you can think of a better way for me to communicate this than what i'm doing, i'm all ears." her ears go from human to hyena, though whether this was a conscious act of punctuation, or the result of her pun, is impossible to distinguish.

Kairos

His gaze goes glassy eyed, distant for a little while as she talks. He registers what she's saying, but he doesn't understand. How could he? Someone not wanting to understand what he is to the point that they go mad with the hope that they can discover something new? Someone not wanting to cut him open and discover what makes him push and pull like a frog on the experiment table in high school biology? He doesn't get it.

But with a thought of his own - You're trying to escape. Don't let lies distract you. - he snaps to focus and he smiles. "Of course, Tinkerbell. That sounds reasonable for you." And for her, perhaps it does.

"But as for a better way of doing things..." He reaches out into thin air and takes out a thick spool of nearly translucent thread that glows with heavenly light. He hands it out to her. "A spool of thread that made some truth telling lasso. It apparently can't break unless you tell it to and lay hands on the thread. Keep them tied up instead of killing them or maiming them. It makes it easier for me to eat."

Harley Quinn

"Oh shit like Wondy! Nice!" She takes the spool and gets right to work trussing up the mages for market. Her ears are up to listen for further enemies

Kairos

He feels bad for the mages, he does. They gave him comfortable bedding, good food, good conversation (though most of it was information based), and they were kinder than most mages. And plus, they don't have to run into his sister here. She doesn't work here. He thinks.

But he IS hungry. And she IS offering.

So he pulls on some strings and brings some more mages to their path. He probably can't do this many more times but he needs to eat something. These ones are tougher, burlier, to reflect his need for more 'protein' in his diet.

Harley Quinn

"Ah, you need some beef, huh?" She smiles and rolls her neck before launching into one big spring, transforming completely in mid air and laying the newcomers flat.

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ossy-p-art · 4 years

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*kayae west voice* anotha one

DIMENTIO

TWO WEEKS

You feel less than good.

You kneel in front of the poor creature you had attacked; an innocent star sprite, dazed on the ground. You had injured it by simply whacking it with a branch as hard as you could. Admittedly it was pretty funny. Like hitting a baseball. Fortunately it didn’t soar very far; you had chased it into a secluded forest, away from prying eyes, before whacking the snot out of it.

You outstretch your hand and grab the little thing by the foot, lifting it up to your face. Awfully heavy little thing. Should be more than good enough.

You lightly lick your lips and pull up your mask.

You hear an unusual click as the bones in your jaw lengthen and unhinge. The chaos heart’s magic lets you manipulate your body in truly awful ways. Youve done this before, but it still gives you shivers. The heart grows cold in anticipation for more cosmic energy as you psyche yourself up.

In a grotesque, monster-like fashion, you easily slide the spite past your unhinged jaws and into your throat for the chaos heart to do whatever it pleases to it. In a fashion similar to a black hole, the sprite is suddenly dragged down with absolutely no hindrance. You didn’t even swallow. It was just gone in less than a second.

A chill runs through you.

You only do this on rare occasions. About three times in the past two weeks. Too many in a row would be telling. On the nights that you do treat yourself and the heart like this…it feels like you’ve taken a step in the right direction. The heart is more willing to sit patiently if it knows the longer it waits, the better the reward will be. You’ve formed a wordless alliance with the heart in this way, and thankfully this means it has stopped boring into your side.

On these hunting nights, you have to wear a blindfold and earplugs. If not, your body behaves strangely. You are subject to sudden thrashing and convulsions. You can navigate just fine without either sense- you can identify the imprints in space and time from every physical thing around you. You practically echolocate. Its a mystifying ability that the chaos heart gifted to you upon your transformation. The biggest problem, however, cannot be avoided.

You keel over slightly as you feel bile rise in your throat. You swallow it back down, irritated. Its like your body can tell when you’re doing these awful deeds and rejects them outright. The blindfold and earplugs do a decent job of keeping you calm and collected, but as soon as you can feel those sprites in your mouth, its a nightmare. You’d be fine with cutting up a sprite if it meant avoiding this, but unfortunately dead star sprites return to stardust immediately. A shame.

You clasp your hand over your mouth as you gag again. This kind of behavior really doesn’t suit a sophisticated individual such as yourself.

For the most part, you’ve been gathering sustenance for the chaos heart by other means- mainly normal power stars. They aren’t exactly appetizing, though…they taste metallic, and don’t sit well in your stomach. Pretty hard to discretely nab, too. Another alternative is ghosts and other spirits, but you think if you swallow one more boo this month something is going to come banging down your door to kill you.

Just a hunch.

You take slow breaths to try to calm your nerves. It seems impossible to keep your pulse steady lately.

“LAD WERE’VE YAE GONE OFF TEH?”

Your breath hitches in surprise as you catch wind of a familiar voice- one so loud you can hear it through your earplugs. You remove the plugs and pull away the blindfold.

You cant call out to the man yelling for you- your throat is in shambles. But you can knock a few times on a nearby tree to alert him.

“THAT YOU?”

O'Chunks comes through the brush and you give him a slight wave. He seems a little bothered, but still smiles lightly.

“Yae gotta stop wand'rin off like that, lad. Yer awf'ly far from tae gard'n. Thought yae were jus’ goin’ fer a short walk? Had me worried.”

He offers you a hand, and you place yours in his. It kind of shocks you how gently he carries your palm.

You never did this kind of thing before.

You were pretty worried at first that your old menagerie of ‘friends’ were going to pummel you the second they saw you. You know, the backstabber? The traitor? The fool? …They’ve all been surprisingly mild-mannered. You’ve been completely unable to speak from the damage done to your throat, but you’ve conveyed a few ideas via writing- most importantly the concept of redirecting the chaos heart’s violence.

Nastasia has been the most help thus far, navigating where power stars may be located to sate the chaos heart’s monstrous appetite. You really owe her a lot.

Mimi has been keeping a constant eye on you, practically babysitting you at any given time, keeping you captive in a small home she 'borrowed’ from some unlucky fellow. Normally you’d find annoyance in this, but for some reason, seeing her face brings you a distant feeling of comfort.

Unusual.

O'chunks sometimes arrives to carry you to and fro, as well as help you nab said power stars from any individual who may be guarding them… you haven’t told him about the star sprites yet. He may not like it.

Everyone is so… kind. You don’t know if a mass case of amnesia swept over everyone, but they’re all patient towards you. It feels…nice.

Your heart is warm.

You don’t know why they keep calling you 'Ell’. Maybe that was a side effect of the amnesia. Its not like you can correct them just yet.

LUIGI

TWO WEEKS

You walk while holding O'Chunks’ hand. You feel horrible. You don’t know whats wrong with you, but some kind of force, every so often, keeps driving you to go outside- to find innocent and tiny creatures of power- and to just-

You grab onto O'chunks’ arm suddenly and shudder. He pauses, looking you up and down with a worried expression. He bends down on one knee, and with a startlingly soft voice asks you if you need 'tae sit down.’

You shake your head no. You don’t want to be a bother.

You’ve been trying not to blame yourself for these things- its got to be the chaos heart manipulating you, or something. You don’t know what else it could be. The only bright side to these incidents is that after they’re over, your stomach doesn’t hurt at all- just feels cold.

O'Chunks seems slightly bothered with the silence, and decides to speak up.

“Er…yae know, Nastasia wan’s tae speak abou’ somethin’ with yae.”

You look up at him, trying not to come off as miserable.

Apparently hes not buying it.

“We’ve been hidin’ stuff from yae, don’ wanna put yae into a bad place.”

You give him a questioning look through your mask. You’ve BEEN in a bad place for two weeks now. Ever since you came to your senses in that broken castle.

“…We jus’ think yae should know. I cann’ do it alone.”

He squeezes your hand very lightly.

“…jus’ hope it doesn’ put yae in as bad of a state as yae were in tha’ cas'le.”

…you feel unsettled that whatever information he could offer to you would be that bad.

DIMENTIO

TWO WEEKS

You’re having a panic attack. Its not even yours.

Your conference with Nastasia went…pretty poorly, to say the least.

Your unwilling hand grabs tightly onto O'Chunk’s shirt as a part of you makes haste to form words you don’t even want to say.

“Gh- get-”

You cough. Its painful. You can taste the blood from wounds in your throat

“Get him- o-out-”

Your heart is going a million miles an hour. You feel like you’re damn well about to have a stroke.

Nastasia adjusts her glasses.

“We cant. If you let me finish my sentence-”

You go into a coughing fit, painting the inside of your mask with red.

Mimi quickly scampers over to you, putting a hand on your leg in sympathy before whipping her head at a sharp 90° angle to scowl at Nastasia.

“I knew they needed more time! But you didn’t listen, Nass!”

You fall to your knees, breathing heavily. Your mask slips off. You move your hand to pick it up, but a scream escapes you before your fingers can wrap around it.

“DH- DON’T MOVE ME!!”

The pain in your throat is horrible. Your vision is getting hazy from how disoriented you are. You’re losing focus.

You had suspected this. You didn’t need Nastasia to tell you. Apparently Luigi did, though. The man is as dense as a plank of wood that was raised by a family of hillbilly rocks. Its blatantly obvious in hindsight- moving against your own volition, Luigi missing, people being strangely nice to you… you kind of put the pieces together, thought 'well I’ve had worse done to me, and this may not even be true’ and put that thought on the back-burner to cope with later.

You put a lot of thoughts on the back-burner to cope with later. The metaphorical back-burner is pretty cluttered. Some thought-pots and concept-pans look like they might fall over at any second, but you keep that copper-ware well balanced in a precarious Jenga tower of undealt with emotions. Surely this is perfectly healthy and nothing bad could come of it.

Where were you? …Oh, yes, you’re about to faint.

You grab your chest and keel so your forehead is touching the floor. Your vision is fading to black from how quickly you are breathing.

You close your eyes as you take a slow breath in-

-and a deep exhale out.

You remain in a little panic-ball as you practice breathing. You’re shaking terribly against your will. This is humiliating.

A large hand strokes your back. O'Chunks.

“…I'tl be ok, lad. We won’ let anythin’ happen to yae.”

Words for Luigi.

Well. That explains the kindness they were showing you before.

You were finding a bit of joy in it, admittedly. It felt like you were all a crew again.

But it was only sympathy for him.

Well. That’ll go on the back-burner too.

#writing #spm #alliance au #dimentio #mario and luigi dream team #spm mimi #spm nastasia #spm o'chunks #love ochunks hes my dad

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chloe-clegane · 4 years

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My Devotion and Mah Protection - Chapter 9 Delusions of a Dark Mage

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She had heard him shout from outside the door, at first she wondered if he was angry, but at who? No, this was something different. She swung the door open and scanned their sitting room “Callum are you ok? Who are you wi-“, she heard a tussle. “Callum!?” her stomach dropped, and she crossed the room in two sprinting strides. What she found fixed her to the spot and made her sick. “Callum!” she cried in horror. There was another woman on top of him and Rayla’s heart clenched.

But when the woman turned, Rayla met her own purple eyes and her stomach dropped impossibly lower. Her brain was struggling to catch up with her eyes. This was an imposter and it was wearing her clothing, her stockings, it was wearing her face and seducing her husband. In the distraction, Callum pushed the thing forcefully onto the floor.

“Wha-Who the fuck are you?” Rayla growled.

“Who am I? Who are you!?” It was indignant. The doppelganger looked up at her husband and tried to spur him. “Callum, this is obviously a trick you need tae do somethin’!” It was defenseless. Rayla drew her blades. Whatever this was, it would rue the day it came here and touched her husband. Clearly distressed, it clambered to its feet and moved towards him. Rayla spun her blades, rearing up to strike when, in a flash, Callum caught the thing in a blast of ice.

“CALLUM! What have you done!? She’s the imposter,” the thing shrieked frantically. “Listen tae me, you have tae stop her!”.

Rayla stood there and stared at it for about a full minute. She holstered her blades and circled it, watching her own body thrash against the ice. It was unsettling, fascinating, and oddly disgusting.

“Rayla?” Callum spoke her name in a relieved sob. It knocked her straight out of her reverie and for the first time since she entered the room, she actually looked at him. He was white as the sheets on the bed and tears streaked his face. The thing in the ice tried to keep his attention but he ignored it. Rayla rushed to him, but when she lept beside him onto the bed, he flinched and rolled away when she reached out to hold him. Her eyes widened with worry that the thing had injured him, she worried he doubted her identity. He caught his breath as he buttoned and adjusted his pants, sitting up. As soon as he was upright, she couldn’t help herself and frantically began looking him over for injuries. When she touched his face, he flinched away again and she withdrew her hands.

“I’m ok,” he muttered. He didn’t look okay, not even a little.

Rayla took a breath and set aside her worry, she needed to do what’s necessary. She needed to figure out what to do about the intruder and she needed to protect him. Rayla felt like a wolf as she began to circle the abomination. She didn’t allow herself to flinch or show any hesitation as her own face reflected back at her. It was an unsettling copy of herself. She searched for differences and at first, struggled to find any - but then they seemed to all come into focus. They were subtle differences. There were missing markings and scars, in fact, the thing seemed free of any blemishes. This was an illusion created by someone who’d never seen her undressed, she thought with a bit of humor. Finally, she stopped and yanked the tacky choker necklace off of the thing. When the clasp snapped, a dead moon moth appeared in her hand and she dropped it, disgusted - then she looked up.

The horns phased away and black began streaking into the lengthening white hair. Another finger appeared and grey veins surfaced around her eyes.

“Claudia.” Rayla spat venom. “You crazy-wuh-why are you…? Shite.” The gravity of her presence hit. “Where’s yer Dad? Aaravos?” she demanded.

“I’m not telling you anything, elf,” Claudia spat.

Rayla glared at her while her mind raced, figuring out her next move. “Shite. Callum. Keep her frozen. I’m goin’tae find Soren.”

He replied with a nod and an “uh-huh.” He was listless.

Before she went out the door, Rayla took one look back at him. He was shaky and upset. She wanted to hold him, but she needed to keep everyone safe, she needed to alert the guards, and she needed the witch in chains.

Rayla began running down the hall yelling for guards to find Soren. As she gave orders, she thought of the way Callum looked. “No one is tae enter that room. Guard the door but do not enter!”

“Yes, Princess.” Her nose scrunched at the sound of the title.

She practically sprinted until she gripped the railing above the training yard and yelled at her friend below.

“Soren, you need tae come with me, NOW!”

Confusion spread across his laughing face, but when he saw her and his expression turned to focus. He sprinted up the stairs and followed behind her. She felt it spoke to the trust between them, he didn’t hesitate, he knew when she was serious.

“Rayla what is it!? Where are we going?” he called to her.

She felt her heart squeeze, it wasn’t just the running that made her chest burn. She just looked at him sadly, anxiously.

“Rayla, seriously? If I have to go stab something, it would be nice to know what it is first,” he huffed.

“Claudia, in our room,” was all she could manage.

His eyes went wide, pupils dilating. He pointed and yelled to the nearest guards. “Put the castle on lockdown, locate the king. Protecting him is the number one priority! GO!” They didn’t speak the rest of the way back.

Soren kicked the door open, Claudia and could be heard pleading in the other room. “You’ve loved me since we were little, we’re supposed to be together.”

“Shut up!” Callum was yelling.

“I know deep down you still love me,” she cooed.

“SHUT UP!” he screamed.

Rayla entered the bedroom and found him holding his knees to his chest, running his fingers through his hair. She had made a mistake leaving him alone with her.

Soren rushed in behind her like a battering ram, bumping into Rayla and yelling, “CLAUDIA! WHERE’S DAD!? WHAT ARE YOU!?-” he yelped and covered his eyes.

In her struggle against the ice, the purple nightgown's flimsy strap had slipped off his sister's shoulder exposing one of her breasts. He gestured for Rayla to fix it.

She groaned, and rolled her eyes, glaring as she yanked it back into place.

Claudia shrieked, “Don’t touch me!”

Rayla responded by backhanded her across the face.“How dare you touch him! Oh and by the way I hope you felt how much better mah arm is feelin’? I can show you again if you like?”

“Rayla, stop.” Soren gently bid.

The witch blew the hair out of her face and scowled petulantly. Rayla took half a step back and looked at his sad eyes, she crossed her arms and relented.

He was apologetic, “I know she deserves it, but let's save it for the interrogation… or whatever”. This was hard for him to watch. To Rayla, she was just a deserving recipient of her rage. But, dark magic aside, Claudia was still his little sister.

“SOREN! Get me out of here!” she growled. “You're better than this. You don’t have to be what dad says you are. I’ll forgive you, we’ll forgive you. But first, you have to help me, help our family.”

She was manipulating him.

Rayla backhanded her again and she quieted. It was a hard hit. Claudia’s lip was split and bleeding. Rayla hadn’t held back. Whether the manipulation was purposeful or just part of her unhinged reality, she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was that she wasn’t going to let that bitch talk to Soren like that.

Soren looked at Rayla with reluctant, sad thanks and then bolstered his tone. “Cut the crap, Claudia. Where’s dad and the bug pal?”

“I told Callum they aren’t here. I came alone.” she groaned, annoyed. “Dad would have stopped me if I told him what I was doing”.

“Then why, Claudia? Why are you here?” he demanded.

She ignored her brother. “Callum, the Moon Nexus was supposed to be our place. When I heard you got married there, I knew some part of you was sending me a message. I heard it, Callum, I heard it. You didn’t want to be with her, not really. The Nexus was supposed to be our moment and it still can be-”

Rayla hit her again. She enjoyed the sound it made. She was dumbfounded at the level of Claudia’s fantasy. The Nexus was the place he had rejected Claudia, she betrayed him and broke his heart there.

“Rayla!” Soren scolded.

She turned back to him furious “I’ll stop hittin’ her when she starts stayin’ on topic!” Claudia lulled her head a little and turned to Callum.

“DON’T EVEN LOOK AT HIM!” Rayla screamed and grabbed her face, raising her hand for another strike, but froze when she heard her husband gasping for air.

His chest was heaving like he was struggling to breathe. Slowly, she lowered her hand as shame gripped her. She was so angry that she had neglected him. Rayla looked between him and Claudia. The witch had caused this. The fury returned, and she began to raise her hand again when Callum threw up. Rayla’s hesitance was gone and she was holding him, rocking him, whispering for him to breathe, whispering she loved him, kissing him on the top of his head. Callum was prone to the occasional panic attack, but not like this. She felt guilty and terrified, and she was helpless to fix this.

Soren spoke her fear aloud. “What did you do? Did you poison him!?” he accused his sister.

“NO! I came here for him, why would I do that? We’re supposed to be together,” she was indignant then drifted into a dreamy tone. “Callum’s special, he’s connected to five of the arcanums. The only one left is the stars, and Aaravos wants to teach him. With all that power combined, Soren, we can change the world. That’s why I need him to come with me.”

Rayla knew that was bullshit. Aaravos didn’t want to teach Callum, he probably wanted to scoop his brains out with a fancy spoon and eat them. Claudia’s raving continued.

“I’ve controlled life and death, I’m the strongest dark mage that’s ever lived and that’s why Callum and I deserve to be together. When we end all these wars, we can make the world right again. We’ll all be a family again, we could even find Mom. Come with me and everything will be okay.”

“Is that really the plan?” Soren looked shocked, Rayla wondered if he believed her. Soren wasn’t an idiot, but around his family, their poison pulled him down and she knew every putdown and criticism seeped into his heart and mind. It made him doubt himself and tore down his resolve.

“Yes, Soren, with all our power combined we’re going to do great things, Aaravos, Callum, Dad and I, we can bring life and prosperity to humanity.

“How is Aaravos going to combine power? What does that even mean? Is this why mages are going missing?” Soren pushed,

“The elven mages and the dragons are arrogant and selfish. They’d watch us suffer before sharing anything with humanity. They think they’re better than us. Not like Aaravos. He sees our ingenuity and determination. Soren, we can leave together, right now. But first, I need to kill her.” She grinned maliciously at Rayla, who held Callum closer and returned the hatred tenfold.

She used to have pity for Claudia, even after their last encounter, she was broken by Viren - just as Soren had been. The difference was Soren got away and Claudia stayed wrapped up in the lies and manipulation. Rayla could no longer locate her empathy. If she hadn’t been holding Callum, she would hit the bitch again.

Callum was starting to breathe normally again and softened in Rayla’s arms. “I’m here mah darlin’,” He nodded against her chest and she stroked his hair.

“Claudia, I’m not going anywhere with you,” Soren was firm but his eyes were sad and pained.

“I love you Sor-bear, I just want our family to be together.”

Her friend's posture closed, he looked anywhere but Claudia’s face. Her lip curled “You keep betraying your family, you refuse to listen, or maybe you’re just too dumb to understand.” Now her manipulation was obvious.

He tried to brush it off, continue the interrogation, but his voice was meek. “Why are the mages going missing?”

Her tone became cruel. “I’m not dumb Soren, and if you’re not coming with me willingly I’m not going to keep telling you our plan.” She stopped to click her tongue “Dad will be so disappointed when he sees you - when I make you come back with me.”

Soren wasn’t looking at her. Claudia was just being a cunt now, a delusional cunt. They had her in ice, she was unarmed, and Rayla knew for a fact that nightgown didn’t have any pockets, so unless she was smuggling a jar of spiders up her ass she wasn’t going anywhere.

Rayla was about to start throwing things at the twat before Amaya entered the room with chains in hand. Her eyes went wide when she saw the state of the room. It clearly wasn’t the kind of situation she’d expected. Worry crossed her face when she looked at Callum, but she gave Rayla a look and a nod that said good, you’ve got him. Rayla nodded back. It was also clear to see Soren was a bit… emotionally compromised. So the general took control. “Oh, oh-my,” Kazi began interpreting with a flustered face. “Let's get this, crazy uh... lady in chains. We can pick up the questioning in a safer location.”

Rayla recognized the signs “cunt bitch.” After 3 years of interpreting for Amaya, she was surprised Kazi still got flustered about the swears.

Over the next few minutes, they cracked the ice, shackled Claudia, and marched her to the dungeons. Rayla held Callum the whole time. He had gone quiet, she didn’t know what to do so she kept holding him. It seemed like he didn’t know what to do either, or he needed her to hold him. They stayed there together for a long while after everyone else had left.

Callum was the one who broke the silence. “I want to-” he pulled away and looked around the room a little disoriented. “My mouth tastes terrible, I need water,” he muttered.

Rayla scrambled, he had thrown up, of course he needed water. She cursed herself for not thinking of it sooner.

While Rayla filled a glass, he met her out in the sitting room.

“I didn't want to be in there,” he said it as if he needed to explain himself. Rayla mentally kicked herself again, of course he didn’t want to be in there, why did she leave him there alone, again. After every sip, he looked back at the floor.

“Callum? I...” She had no idea what to do or what to say. Usually, she could guess his thoughts but now she drew a blank. She stood there with crossed arms anxiously waiting for him to make eye contact so she could get some semblance of what to do. She knew him well enough to take care of him or at least she thought she did. “Callum what do you need?” he just shrugged. She desperately wanted him to look at her. She wondered if he thought she was mad. Was it shame that he was feeling and was that why he couldn’t make eye contact? She tried to comfort him, “I’m not mad at you. Callum, that wasn’t yer fault. I know you would never be unfaithful.” she went to kiss him and he flinched. Fresh tears ran down his cheeks and Rayla recoiled, shocked and confused. She wanted to make it better but had somehow just made it worse.

He mumbled, “I’m sorry,” she was about to insist he didn’t need to be when there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it… uhhh yer not lookin’ so good, go sit.” she waved him over to the couch. He just nodded.

It was two maids with buckets and clean sheets. Soren or Amaya must have alerted them about the mess. Rayla looked over her shoulder at Callum, he had slumped into a chair and he looked at the door wearily.

“I’ll take it all, Prince Callum isn’t feelin’ well and I will see tae mah husband alone.'' The two maids tried to protest but she faked some royalness. She negotiated a trade, the soiled sheets for the buckets and some privacy. Before leaving one of the maids bowed and the other just looked her over until the first elbowed her and she followed suit unenthusiastically. They excused themselves, “Very good your Highness,” and Rayla grimaced. On top of everything else that day, it was good to know that not all the castle staff were excited to see her. The girl hadn’t outright glared or looked afraid but she wasn’t smiling either. Rayla thought about that stupid pamphlet again and couldn’t help but wonder if they thought she was a whore. Did they think she could control minds? Will they think she’s sending them away for some nefarious reason? That she’s manipulating their sweet impressionable prince? Maybe. Or will they think she’s a loving wife who’s trying to protect and take good care of him? She couldn’t help but doubt it.

She leaned back on the closed door and exhaled. He was still sitting in the chair, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. “Callum?” he didn’t reply, she left the buckets behind and took a few steps closer, “Callum?” he still didn’t acknowledge her. She closed the distance and knelt on the floor in front of him. “Callum? Darlin’?” He jumped and frowned at her. ”Yer goin’ tae scare me if you keep jumpin’ like that” her attempt to lighten the mood fell completely flat, but her delivery hadn’t been very convincing. Rayla hated this feeling, his nervous standoffishness was unsettling.

“It’s ok,” he muttered to the floor.

She sat there for a while waiting for more from him but nothing came. “Maybe I should go clean up the mess.” another pause. “You could go do the same, a relaxing bath could do you good. How about I go draw it fer you”

He nodded and forced a smile and a brief glance. “Yeah, that’s-that sounds really nice.” She cupped his cheek but he hesitantly pulled the hand away “I-I’m gonna go do that.”

“I can go-“ she tried to volunteer but he cut her off.

“It’s ok, I can do it myself” he sounded exhausted.

“Oh…” Rayla was again unsure how to respond to his rejection. She stayed there on her knees and watched him walk away.

Rayla’s nerves were showing themselves in every aggressive stroke of the scrub brush. Her thoughts and emotions were stumbling around her brain like a newborn moonstrider. She tried to comprehend it all. Claudia seduced her husband. The bitch was obsessed with him. Callum was so disgusted, it made him physically ill. Now he’s avoiding her like he’s ashamed but she told him she isn’t mad so why is he acting like this? He must assume she’s mad but how could she be mad? He wasn’t philandering, he was tricked. She isn’t mad - the handle snapped from the scrub brush and she lurched forward, off balance. She was mad, she was very mad, but she wasn’t mad at him.

When she finished assailing the floors into submissive dryness, she chucked the rag, it overshot the bucket and landed partway under the bed. Rayla glowered. She hadn’t worked out her anger, she had only lathered it like the soap she’d used on the floor. She muttered a few curses and reached for the rag. As she tossed it into the bucket, this time successfully, something caught her eye. She grabbed the strap and yanked it out from it’s hiding place. It was Claudia’s bag and spellbook. Rayla immediately turned it out and an abundance of glass jars and leather pouches rolled out onto the floor. It was disgusting, a jar of eyes, a pouch of ashes, a unicorn horn and a dead adoraburr who’s pink fluff was turning grey, just to name a few. It was sad and foul. She pushed it all aside and opened the book. Rayla had no idea what most of it meant but she cringed at the diagrams and notes she skimmed. She considered showing Callum but with the state he was in, she thought better of it. Either way, it needed to be brought to the interrogation, there had to be useful information in its pages.

Rayla tossed everything back in the bag and shoved all the cleaning implements into the buckets and abandoned them in the hallway. Then she looked at the washroom door that hung ajar. She tried to identify the uncomfortable feelings that were preventing her from walking in. She felt sick, she wanted to avoid it, deliver the book and hope he was fine when she got back. But she was also drawn to it, like the strange feeling of an invisible string. The magic sensation that comes and goes like a faint flutter she usually can’t place. It pulled her by her chest, tied around her heart. Then she exhaled the breath she didn’t know she was holding it was gone. She loved him and she didn’t know how to help, but she knew she needed to try. After a few more moments of staring at the door, she rolled her shoulders and exhaled again. As she crossed the room she reminded herself of the facts of the situation, there was nothing to be afraid of, was she afraid? She couldn’t decide.

Rayla came in quietly, she didn’t want to scare him “Hey, mah darlin’, you doin’ ok?” he flinched despite her soft voice. He hadn’t relaxed at all and didn’t answer her question, he didn’t need to. He was clearly very not ok. She cautiously took a few steps forward. “So… uh… rooms clean, fresh sheets, yay,” why did she say yay? Stupid. “Callum, I… Clau-” she stopped herself from saying the name. “I found her stuff… it was under the bed...” she might as well been talking to the wall, he still hadn’t turned around. “Soooo I figured I should bring it tae yer aunt… fer the uh interrogation… stuff,” still he didn’t acknowledge her. Again she tried to evaluate her thoughts. She should be annoyed, he’s ignoring her, it was rude, it was mean. She should let him have it, but she didn’t want to. She felt afraid, in the he’s in danger and falling off a mountain kind of way, but there was no mortal peril insight. She’s never seen him like this, he was despondent. Her mouth felt dry and she tried to put her thoughts together. “Callum?” her worry was obvious, “I don’ need tae go now. Maybe I should stay with yah?” She took another step, “Callum would you please just say somethin’? Anythin’?”.

“I’m fine.” He said it with finality.

“Oh… well I just, I’m still really... You aren’t actin’ like yer fine and I know that today’s been real hard on you and-”

“I said I was fine” He cut her off. It wasn’t angry but still harsh. He had grabbed a sponge and was watching it as he squished and released, squished and released.

”Callum, would you at least turn tae look at me?” she sounded desperate. “Is this because you think I’m upset with you or somethin’? Because I swear to you I’m not. I know you wouldn’ be with her on purpose.” She took another step forward and she could feel her heartbeat in her ears. “Callum would you please just look at me?” She touched his arm as gently as possible.

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” he turned and pulled away. Rayla jumped back like a frightened cat and stood there in shock. She felt her lip quiver involuntarily.

He ran his hand over his face and pinched his temples. He groaned in frustration, she knew that groan, he was frustrated with himself. “Rayla, I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have yelled.” She was forcing herself not to cry “And uh, I’m really sorry I yelled at you earlier too… I just… like you said it’s been a-a weird day” He quickly glanced at her apologetically and then away again.

She didn’t give a shite about the apology, he opened his mouth but she sputtered anxiously “Callum would you please look at me?” her voice was timid and it felt stupid. Moonshadow elves aren’t even supposed to be afraid, she loathed this helpless feeling.

“I’m ok, I know I’ve been an asshole today-“

“No it’s been more than a weird day and I want tae talk tae-”

He stopped her “Rayla-”

“I could wash yer back? Yer hair? That always relaxes you-”

“Please,” he sighed “It’s ok. Why don’t you see how the interrogation is going. I’m sure they’ll really want to see what you found.”

She wanted to be mad at him, he was being weird and harsh, but most importantly he wasn’t being himself. She clenched her fists “Al-alrighty then….” She turned to leave.

“Rayla wait”

She spun back in an instant, the anger vanished in smoke. “I love you,” he smiled and flicked his eyes up to hers and down again.

“I love you too,” she didn’t know how to feel. But she smiled back sadly. “I guess I’ll…” she didn’t even finish her statement, just slipped through the door and closed it behind her. She took a few steps and heard him grunt angrily and then a smacking splat, she guessed it was the sponge and the wall.

#My Devotion and Mah Protection #rayllum fic #my fic #my fics #Rayla #Callum #Claudia #Soren #that tricky bitch #the dragon prince #sad callum #this chapter is so late and I am so fucking sorry #Amaya has a potty mouth #oh the pain #rayllum #older rayllum

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arcadequeerz · 4 years

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Ya boy is gonna babble bout more Scribble Stein au stuff even tho i don’t rlly have a post bout the au on this blog-

So earlier today I remembered somethin tht happens in the au, in the loop.

In order for the loop to ‘reset’, Scribbles and Bendy have to kill each other, They go back and forth with this, Bendy kills Scribbles once, Scribbles kills him the next time they have to reset. It’s early on in their Mission to save everyone, and work to escape, and they only have Boris on their team. Bendy immediately: makes it clear to Scribbles that he /doesn’t/ want Boris to see what they have to do to pull a reset, knowing it would deeply upset the wolf if he ever saw it, Scribbles understands so they do their best to make sure Boris isn’t around when they have to pull a reset.

At some point in that cycle, something happens and it leads to them having to reset the loop, and its Scribbles turn to kill Bendy. And right as he’s doing so(unsure of how exactly he does it?? at the moment), Boris manages to catch him as he’s doing it SO, Needless to say: Boris freaks out, but before he can do anything: the loop resets, throwing them back to the areas they started in.

He only just got to See Bendy again, Gets to see him back to his toon self, only to witness Scribbles fucking killing him before the loop resets. And for those few, scary, horrorfying moments, when he isn’t around Bendy, can’t see him: He truly fears, and thinks the worst, that he’s dead for real. Of course Bendy isn’t, He’s still alive, he comes back after every death in this looping hell, but At that moment Boris doesn’t know that: He truly thinks Scribbles killed him.

It crushes him when he sees it, He thinks Scribbles betrayed them, of course he DIDN’T but he thinks he did, He has so many panicked, scared thoughts running through his head, that he just got to see Bendy back to his old self, Only for him to fucking die right in front of him. When they eventually meet up again, He cries.

Before Bendy can even explain things, He’s scooping him up in his arms as he topples over onto their knees, holding them close to their chest, as he sobs. Mumbling ‘Oh thank god you’re ok Ben-’ But falls silent when Scribbles comes around the corner n sees the two. He looks up at him, Scribbles frowning as he watches him put Bendy down and stand up as he starts to fucking Growl.

Scribbles is: Immediately backing away, Putting his hands up, realizing: Oh Yeah, he just saw me fucking murder bendy, I should probably explain wh- when he Runs at him and before they can stumble away frm him, He’s punched him square in the face, making him fall back onto the ground as he scrambles back seeing stars. Bendy has to rush forward, Standing in front of Boris, arms up as they literally try so damn hard to get past them, to get at Scribbles as they snarl, fur down their back and on their shoulders bristling in rage. Teeth bared as he growls.

Scribles finally manages to pull himself off of the ground, Swaying only a little bit, still kind of dazed from the sudden hit, as he starts explaining what happened, and why he did that. As he explains, Boris’ eyes never stray from him, Watching him, ceasing to growl and no longer baring his teeth, ears falling back against his head. Boris realizing why, and understands why that was done when he finishes.

Bendy assures him he’s fine! He’s not hurt, It’s ok...He’s used to it. But that...Just makes Boris feel even More upset- as he looks down at Bendy, hearing them say he’s ‘used’ to dying. As if that wasn’t a big deal. Death didn’t really mean anything here, Fucking DEATH- Meant nothing and Bendy and Scribbles were just acting like dying was just? Some simple thing.

Boris feels that anger boil up again, That crushing fear comes back, the fear from the moment of not knowing if Bendy was alive. He stands again,ending up screaming: that it IS A BIG DEAL- HE FUCKING KILLED YOU! He doesn’t care, he doesn’t fucking care if it was to make things reset, to go back to the start of this never ending Hellish nightmare. He was so damn Scared. He thought he- He can’t finish the sentence as hr starts crying all over again. Bendy finally realizing why he’s so upset: He thought he was dead, for Real.

He falls back to his knees again, face in his hands as he cries. Ears pinned flat against his head. Scribbles feels bad, They really should of told him rather then just hide it. Bendy takes Boris’ hands from his face as they look to him. He apologizes, Saying he’s so sorry, ‘I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Bo, I’m sorry I scared you like that-’. Apologizing for leaving him in the dark about what thye had to do. In the end, Boris tells them not to hide things from him anymore. But he says he Never wants to see that again. They both understand, and from then on they’re upfront with everything they know about the loop, and doubly make sure anytime a reset is done, That Boris isn’t around to see it.

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N only today did I realize just uh, How Fucked up it is that both Scribbles and Bendy don’t see them dying as some ‘Big Deal’. God, these two are so damn Numb to it. Sure: first couple times Scribbles has to die to reset the loop, he freaked out- But...He’s done it so many times by that point? He’s just so numb to it all. And Bendy’s died so many times, He’s ‘died’ at every end of this story, but his death doesn’t truly matter, He’s just as numb, if not moreso, as Scribbles.

They’re so calm about it too, It’s no big deal. They’ve gotten very good at killing each other, Making it happen quickly, so its fine. They’ll be right back anyways. Riiight back at the start of this hell, Right back at the beginning of this story every Damn time. It’s fine! It’s ok. Its just another death among the ever building number of them they’ve gone through.

God it just: really is hitting me just how horrifying it is that they’re both so Numb to their own deaths.

“It’s your turn Scribbles.”

“Yeah, I know, Lets go then.”

God, Really: It’s just: Happened so many times, They’ve killed each other, Countless times throughout the loops, even before the two were working together to get out, to save everyone. So Really: this is easy to do. It’s fine. They’ll be right back, It Doesn’t Matter.

And its only after getting out of the loop, out of that hell, Do they realize just how: Fucked Up it was, Just how numb they both got to them having to die, to fucking Death. N then them both realizing: Death leads to them Really Dying now. If they die now that they’re out of the story loop/out of the studio, then they’ll be dead for good and won’t be coming back.

They defiantly get freaked out over this. It’s overwhelming, Realizing that suddenly: Death really Means Death out here. They both suddenly feel so damn small, so damn Scared. It freaks them out for a while. They eventually just. Push past it, but they still think about it occasionally. Still look back onto what they did to reset the loops....And it makes them feel sick every time they do.

#Cade Writes #im like...on a roll lately with writing shit HGFDHSHGS BUT. hav this. again sory if my grammar is kinda bad]#or if this isnt ht good.....#was speaking about this earlier this morning on my batim server n i just cant stp thinin bout it #my poor boys d:[[...#i'm sure i hav a post on this au if yall look around for it on here #d>:o think i answered a ask goin on bout this au?#orat least some stuff bout it at the v least.#its still not all the way finished or settled story wise n stuff but! d:> i lov scribble stein au #also fyi boris n ben aren't a couple until later on in the au a bit after they got out of the loop!#Boris: loves bendy so much.

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Lashes (pt 9)

Bill Williamson is a racist asshole. Everyone knows it. They just punch him and go on about their day. When a Lakota woman joins the gang, everyone expects things to go on as normal, slurs and all, and for a time, it does. But her curiosity gets the better of her, and she finds that hatred is something learned - which means it can be unlearned, if given time, care, and patience. And she has plenty of those… the first two, anyway.

Bill Williamson x OC

Much of the events that happened to the gang over the next few weeks were outside of Star's circle of influence. She knew that Dutch and Hosea had fingers in several pies, namely the Braithwaites and the Grays, but she had not been tasked with any of that, so she kept to her usual activities, hunting and fishing. Bill would occasionally be sent into town to drink with the Grays and see what he could find out, but he never stayed gone very long, and interestingly enough, he seemed to come back much less drunk than he used to.

The pair spent their evenings together, usually in their spot by the lake. Much to Bill's chagrin, Star urged him to talk about and process more of his time in the army, but she, in turn, would tell him about things that had happened to her and her family. The occasional tear was shed, which was uncomfortable for both parties, but ultimately they finally found safety in one another that they had not found anywhere else.

One unassuming night, Bill approached her as she finished tossing down some hay for the horses, taking her hand and pulling her behind one of the wagons. “What?” she laughed softly. “Why are we hiding?”

“We-we ain't hidin'! Just... wanted some privacy, that's all.” He looked at their hands, hanging between them, then looked up and asked, “You wanna go camping or somethin'? Just... somethin' to get away from here?”

“Why? You trying to get me alone?” she teased, immediately sobering when he turned the color of a tomato. “Oh. Um... I mean, sure! Just let me finish feeding the horses?”

“Alright. I'll pack supplies,” he replied, equal parts blushing like a love-struck girl and grinning like an idiot. He hurried off, and Star watched him go, unable to shake the pit of nerves that had settled in her gut. In an effort to ignore them, she did as she'd said and finished feeding the horses.

Once that was done, she searched out Kieran to let him know what all she'd gotten done and what still needed doing. He thanked her, then his eyes went over her shoulder. “Um... Bill waitin' on ya for somethin'?”

“Yes. Why?”

Kieran chuckled to himself. “He's already mounted up and starin' at ya. Better hop to it.”

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Anyways... guess I'll be back in a couple days. Can you handle it all until then?”

“Don't I always?” he teased lightly.

“True. Thanks, Kieran.”

“Anytime.”

With that, there was no excuse left to keep Star from joining Bill. It wasn't as though she didn't want to go. It was just a fairly large leap in terms of their relationship compared to the steady habits they'd cultivated. And it would be the first time they would be entirely alone with no ulterior motive to hurry them back. It was both exciting and terrifying all at once.

She made her way over to where Bill sat atop Brown Jack. She made to reach for Rhiannon, but found Bill holding out his hand to her instead. “Don't need both, do we?”

“Well... no. I don't suppose.” She took his hand and climbed up behind him.

As she settled in, she wrapped her arms around his middle, causing him to look back at her. “Thought you didn't need to hold on.”

“I don't,” she replied, smirking. He blushed again and kicked Jack into an easy trot.

They rode in silence, passing north at a leisurely pace. Star leaned her head against his back, watching the country scroll by and listening to his heartbeat. It seemed a little fast which made her smile to herself. It was a comfort to know he was about as nervous as she was.

They rode until they found a nice little hill somewhere between Dewberry and Ringneck Creeks. There was a nice view of the stars, but also a few trees to provide some privacy even though they were a decent stretch from the closest road. You just never knew who you'd run into.

They both dismounted and went about getting a camp together. Bill pitched a tent while Star worked on a fire. Once he was done, Bill joined her on the ground next to the flame, poking at it with a small stick. She glanced over at him and smiled. “Ok. So. We're out here.”

“Yep.”

“Mission accomplished?”

He sighed, then proceeded to poke her with the stick. “Will you be nice?”

She shied away from the implement, laughing. “Never.”

He smiled and returned to annoying the fire. “I brought you out here because I'm tired of worryin' 'bout the gang every time I even think to do anything with ya. Can't even look at ya too long without someone teasin' about it.” “True.”

“And... well... I... I figure it's about time I make my intentions pretty damn clear.” He paused, placing the stick onto the ground and scooting around to face her. She matched him, and waited for him to continue. “I ain't one for words and all that, but you are, so... I-I-I just wanna say... I am glad I met you. I'm glad you knocked some damn sense into me and made me see what a fool I was. Sometimes I still am, but least I know I got you to tell me. And I hope... I hope you're always gonna be there. 'Cuz... I'm always gonna want you there. Always. You're mine, and-and... I'm yours. For as long as you'll have me.”

It was a lot of words for a man of few words, and Star felt every single one of them deep in her chest. “I am glad we met too. You may be a fool, but you're my fool. Never knew that I needed one, but apparently I did.” She tore up some of the grass in front of her and ripped it absently in her hands. “I don't know what the future holds. I don't know if Dutch will take us West or North or across the sea. But wherever we go, I want to go with you.”

He took a deep breath, nodding slightly, then held out his hand, which she took. He gave a gentle tug that she responded to, rolling forward onto her knees, then using them to walk the small space between them. When she was directly in front of Bill, his free hand slid to her waist and pulled a little more. She put one knee on either side of his legs and moved forward, placing herself in his lap.

For a moment, he seemed to stare at her in wonder, as if he couldn't believe she was actually there. When she leaned down to claim his lips, however, his attention was recaptured. The hand on her waist gripped slightly harder, pulling her against him even more. She was glad for the closeness.

When she pulled away from his lips, she sighed softly and murmured, “Thečhíȟila kštó.”

His brow furrowed. “What's that mean?”

She smiled. “It means I love you.”

Some kind of dreamy emotion sparkled in Bill's eyes for a second, then he pulled her back to him with fervor not yet shown.

The first part of the night went slowly as they were both nervous and careful to make sure that what they were doing was acceptable, but once they had somewhat figured each other out, things got smoother. In any case, it had to have gone better than the night of Sean's party.

Bill's touches were rough in the heat of things, but it matched Star's fiery nature. They took turns between top and bottom, each finding something appealing about either role. Most of it was quiet, but Star couldn't hold back a moan or two which was exactly the sort of praise Bill didn't mind receiving. Her nails scratched lines down his back, earning her a moan or two as well.

When both were spent, gasping softly, eyes on the roof of the tent, the sun had just started to rise. Star glanced out at it, wondering if she was supposed to heed its usual call or not. There was nothing they had to do, so what was the point of getting up? Instead, she scooted over to put her head on Bill's chest, draping an arm over him as well. His fingers slid into her hair, then down her back, coming to rest on her hip.

“Now the mission's accomplished,” he mumbled sleepily. Star just laughed.

….

The pair stayed gone from camp for several days, using the sunlight to occupy themselves with hobbies and the moonlight to occupy themselves with each other. They shared a lot of laughs and stories and skills with one another, and they even snagged a few animals to bring back to camp. It wouldn't throw the gang off entirely from what they had really disappeared for, but it would hopefully keep some of the teasing to a minimum.

“How long before they just get over it?” Star had asked one day as she skinned and cleaned a rabbit.

Bill shook his head. “Ain't never gonna get over it. If it was anybody but me... maybe.”

It irked Star that some of the gang just couldn't see the potential for gentleness in Bill. They had latched onto viewing him as big and dumb and violent, not bothering to look any deeper than that, though they had minded Star's warnings about mocking him over it. A precious few had realized that if Star saw something, then there was good reason, and they had started spending more time around Bill actually getting to know him. It just didn't feel like enough.

When the pair rode back into camp, Lenny was on watch and greeted them with a wave and a smile. Little had changed around camp, making Star wonder if they could have stayed gone even longer without consequence. Whatever the case, they were back now.

She slipped down from Brown Jack, collecting her small take from the wilderness to deliver to Pearson. As she turned to go, however, Bill caught her hand and pulled her back for a lingering kiss. In full view of everyone. When he pulled away he murmured, “They can tease me all they like. They ain't gonna keep me from you.”

Star flushed pleasantly, walking the first couple of steps to Pearson's wagon backwards before finally spinning with a grin.

For the most part, Star heard nothing about their trip. Bill never said anything, but she had suspicions that one or two of the guys had talked to him about it. She decided not to press, trusting him to handle it however he deemed necessary. Besides, men had their own way of talking about such things, and she wasn't quite sure she understood it anyway.

Now that they were back in reality, they fell back into their work, chief of which was the Valentine bank job that Karen and Bill had been working on since Horseshoe. Star had no experience robbing a bank, but she sought to be helpful, mostly just joining in the conversation and offering up potential unforeseen issues. When it finally felt like the details were hammered out, it was time to get together a team.

Lenny volunteered the second Karen brought it up to him. Said he'd been itching to get out of camp for a while. Star said she'd come and keep an eye on the horses, assuring their getaway method. With that, they only really needed one more, and they all agreed that Arthur would be best.

The man spent a lot of his time away from camp, usually for long periods of time, so it became a waiting game. Thankfully, it wasn't too lengthy this time around.

One morning, Bill and Star were sitting in the back of one of the wagons, coincidentally chatting with Karen who stood, leaning on Star's leg. Much to their surprise, Arthur rode back into camp, looking ever so slightly worse for wear after being gone so long.

Star glanced at her companions and murmured, “Maybe we should wait...”

“We can't,” Karen replied. “It's end of the stock sales now. Place is gonna be burstin', but it won't stay that way. People like to spend their money.”

Bill nodded and called, “Hey, Arthur!”

Arthur made he way over to them. “What is it?”

“We got somethin' cookin' you might be interested in.”

Arthur sighed. “Am I gonna like the sound of this?”

Bill hopped down from the wagon. “Been cookin' since Horseshoe, but you went and kicked up all that commotion in Valentine. Now, we was preparin' to rob the bank there until you got involved in all that mess, and... I don't know, I just feel like it's unfinished business.”

Arthur held up a finger. “That wasn't my fault. It was just one of them things.”

Bill scowled indignantly. “How come every time I get in trouble I'm called a fool and an idiot, but when you get in trouble, oh, it's just one'a them things?”

“It's a good point, Arthur,” Lenny replied as he came over to join the conversation.

“A very good point,” Karen added.

Arthur looked around between them, eyes finally landing on Star, as if she might back him up. All he found was her shrugging and nodding. Realizing he was the odd one out, he cried, “Alright, well what do you want me to do?”

“Hit the god damn bank with us!” Karen replied, smiling and walking forward to straighten his jacket playfully.

Arthur scoffed a laugh, batting her away. “You really think it's worth goin' back there?”

“With the five of us, we can hit the bank easy! But, I ain't gonna lie to you. There will be law if we linger.”

“Anything serious?”

“No! Just local boys bein' rounded up and pressed into action.”

“Meanin'?”

“If we go in quick and quiet, we can hit it just fine. If there's five of us.”

Everyone fell silent as Arthur deliberated, dragging his fingers through his short beard. Bill replaced Karen, leaning against Star's leg and sharing a glance with her.

“And you all think this is worth the risk?” Arthur asked, looking between all of them.

“It's a bank, Arthur,” Star replied.

“So?” he countered. “Is the take good?”

Karen answered, “According to the fella I met, yes. It's the end of the stock sales. Plenty of money and plenty of people millin' about.”

Arthur sighed and shrugged. “Ok. I suppose. It's worth takin' a look, at least.”

Karen whooped, Lenny smiled, and Bill happily squeezed Star's calf. She shared a small, grateful smile with Arthur before putting her hands on Bill's shoulders to hop down.

“If I'm gonna be performin',” Karen said, grabbing a bundle from her things, “I better get changed outta these rags. A moment, gentlemen.”

Arthur took the black, leather jacket held out to him by Bill, commenting, “This better be good.”

“It is good!” Bill replied. “We put a lot of research into this one.”

“I hope so.”

As they made their way to the horses, Strauss pulled Arthur aside – something to do with the debt collections he was always sending Arthur on. The others went ahead, though Star cast a wary glance back at Strauss. He had always rubbed her the wrong way, but never enough to be cause for alarm. There was just an air about him that she didn't like, so she simply avoided him.

She was distracted from that train of thought when Bill started shoving one of the same black jackets onto her. “Why do I need one?” she asked, already feeling overheated and annoyed.

He paused, seeming to trip over his words for a moment. “Well... you... you got a pretty distinct... look about ya.”

She glanced down at her buckskin outfit and rolled her eyes slightly. “You mean I look native.”

“Well... yeah. Be a lot easier for someone to recognize us if they can say they seen a native girl with us.”

Star turned to look at him, then gestured vaguely at her face. He frowned, thought for a second, then proceeded to plop his hat onto her head. “There.”

That seemed to be the end of the conversation, whether Star liked it or not, so she just sighed and mounted up.

Arthur joined them momentarily, then Karen arrived, dressed to the hilt, calling, “Gentlemen, let's go rob ourselves a bank!”

“What's the plan, then?” Arthur asked, swinging up onto his buckskin Standardbred.

Bill replied, “We're gonna send Karen on in ahead as a distraction, then we're just gonna rush on in afterwards. Just a small bank in a little town, nothin' that big in way of security. We just need to bring you along as a... insurance policy.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Arthur mused.

The group rode out of camp, kicking up some dust as they went, then turned North once they hit the road. Star was glad of the speed as it offered a breeze against the muggy air that the heavy jacket trapped against her body. She pulled Bill's hat down a little lower on her head, trying to keep it from catching the wind. He would never forgive her for losing such an integral part of his look. Although, it said a lot that he would so easily relinquish it into her care.

After they had been riding for some time, Arthur called up, “Tell me again about this big, can't go wrong plan of yours!”

“Oh, it can go wrong,” Bill called back. “Anything can once the shootin' starts.”

“Well, that's reassuring!”

“Like I said, we'll see how it looks! If we can get in alright, we'll send Miss Jones ahead to the bank. They won't recognize her.”

“I'll show you boys how it's done!” Karen laughed.

Arthur chuckled. “What are you thinkin' this time?”

“I don't know. Fellers always like the lost little girl, but nobody plays the drunken harlot quite like me. Either should work. When I was scoutin' the place the other day, there was only a couple of guards.”

“We deal with them, and any customers who might be feelin' brave,” Bill said. “And you always fancy yourself the vault man, right, Arthur?”

“Now I see why you brought me,” Arthur grumbled.

“Hey, I'm more than willin'!”

“Nah... best I do it.”

Bill nodded his agreement before adding, “Oh, did Dutch tell you I've been cookin' up somethin' with them Gray boys?”

“What? No!”

Bill smirked. “See, you don't realize, Morgan, but I'm out there puttin' in the work, same as you. I been drinkin' with them a couple times now. Seems they're lookin' for some extra security.”

“I'm sure they are.”

“Could be somethin' in it for us!”

Arthur nodded a bit, but warned, “Be smart about it. We got a lot of irons in that fire right now.”

“I know!” Bill snapped.

Star watched the exchange, noting how easily Bill got defensive with Arthur, and it called back to the early days of her interest in him – how Arthur was a “son of Dutch” and Bill just... wasn't. It seemed that he hadn't lost that insecurity, and it made her sad. He was doing his part. He just didn't get the same praise for it, and he certainly never seemed to gain any trust. They always second-guessed him.

Some more of the ride passed in silence until Arthur remarked, “I can't believe you got me goin' back to Valentine.”

“Don't tell me it ain't irked you leavin' that bank behind,” Bill replied. “Work a town and not hit the bank? That's downright pathetic.”

“I think we went a bit beyond workin' it. We shot the place to hell.”

“You did, Morgan, not me. I played it cool up there.”

Star laughed and called, “Except that time you got thrown out of the saloon. Literally.”

Bill looked back at her with a scowl that just made her laugh again. “Alright, fine,” he countered. “Couple'a punch ups. Dealt with some O'Driscolls.”

“Is that right?” Arthur chuckled.

“Like I said: you mess up, it's just one'a them things. I mess up? I'm the prize idiot.”

“Well, Bill, I don't know what to tell you.”

“I'm surprised you ain't ribbed me about that dynamite again. One mistake, and I'll never live it down!”

“What dynamite?” Star asked, urging Rhiannon forward to ride side by side with the two men.

“He ain't told you?” Arthur asked.

“Oh, here we go!” Lenny called, laughing.

Bill grumbled and said, “I think this can wait until after we rob the damn bank?”

“Fine, fine,” Arthur chuckled, “but you do gotta tell her. It's a hell of a story.”

“For you maybe.”

It was just after noon when the group rode into Valentine. Bill led the way to the end of the street by the gunsmith. “Let's leave the horses here, off the main drag. Star, you stay with 'em, keep 'em calm. We're gonna be flyin' outta here in a hurry.”

“Understood.”

They all pulled up and dismounted. Star collected the reins of the horses, draping them over the posts of the white picket fence that looped the back of the shops. The others headed towards the street, but Bill lingered behind. “You keep your head down,” he murmured, handing her the reins for Brown Jack. “We'll be back right quick.” He pulled his hat a little lower on her, shrouding her face in shadow.

She smiled up at him. “I'll be here. Be careful.”

“Always.”

With that, Star was left alone with the horses. Most of them were content to nibble at the grass around their feet, but Rhiannon kept her attentions with her rider, nudging her a bit whenever Star would stop scratching her neck.

“Insistent today, aren't you?” Star chuckled softly, pulling the mare's face in close for a kiss on the nose. “Or are you just as nervous as I am?”

She couldn't deny that her heart rate was up, and her ears strained to hear any sign of trouble. Minutes oozed past, and Star kept checking the length of the shadows, worried that they'd been gone too long. And then, a shout.

“The bank's gettin' robbed!”

“Shit,” she breathed, moving to prepare all the horses to run.

“Come out now! If the shootin' starts, you're all dead!”

Suddenly, Karen's voice. “Don't shoot! Don't shoot, I'm... I made a terrible mistake.”

“Get outta there, miss!”

A pause. “Sorry, fellers.”

Gunshots followed immediately, spooking the horses a bit, but Star managed to speak to them in low tones, calling their names and putting a calming hand on them. They responded, but their eyes still showed white around the edges, and Star couldn't blame them for a second.

The shooting migrated down the street, and Star heard Arthur call, “Get to the horses!”

She jumped up onto her mare, holding the reins for the rest. As the others came barreling around the corner, she tossed the reins of each horse to their rider. They fielded shots and sent some flying back, and soon they were all mounted.

“Let's get the hell outta this god damn town!” Bill cried.

They galloped down the street and over the train tracks, out into the depths of the Heartlands. Law and volunteers chased them, raining bullets when they could. The outlaws sent just as many in the other direction. For a time, Star wasn't sure they were going to be able to outrun their tails, but as soon as she saw the train, she realized that they had to do.

“Across the tracks!” she commanded.

They all maneuvered that way, and sped across, narrowly missing the oncoming train that proceeded to block their pursuers as well as hide their movements. They rode hard for a little while longer, pulling off into some trees down the road.

Every single one of them were gasping for breath, but they all also had huge grins plastered on their faces from the thrill of the chase. All except Arthur, who managed to hide the smile from his face, but not his voice. “Alright, I think we lost 'em.”

“Thank you, gentlemen,” Karen laughed. “And lady. That was...”

“Stupid and dangerous. Thank you, Bill.”

“We're alive,” the other man laughed, accepting his share of the profts from Arthur. “And we're paid! I don't see the problem.”

“And that is the problem.” Bill just giggled. “Still, this is a very good take. Dutch'll be happy, even if it did come with a heap'a trouble.”

“It was fun!” Star retorted, utterly baffled by how she could have gone from anxious to bubbly in such a short and dangerous time.

“Well, maybe you're right. Now, go on! Get outta here! I have some other business to attend to. Don't head directly back to camp! And make sure you ain't followed!” he yelled at their backs as they rode off.

Lenny and Karen split off, saying their see you laters with a wave. Bill and Star turned east, somewhat instinctively ending up at the same spot they'd camped, just to kill some time before heading back to Clemens Point.

Bill jumped off his horse, laughing still from the absurdity of it all, and Star practically threw herself into his arms, laughing just as madly. He spun her around before planting her on the ground. “Now, ain't you glad you joined a bunch of good for nothin's?”

“Thieves, murderers, and degenerates – the lot of you,” she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Wouldn't have wanted to run with anything less.” Of course, deep down, she would have preferred that circumstances had not led her to them at all, but it felt so far away now, and she wasn't sure that she wasn't meant to stumble into this gang.

“I'm proud of you,” Star murmured, watching as Bill blushed and looked away. “No, really. I'm not making fun.”

“Well... thanks.”

“You did good work on this one. Good research, good execution. Even built a good team.”

He shrugged. “Karen did a lot of it too.”

“I know she did. I'm just saying... what you did, you did well.” She reached up and put his hat back onto his head.

He sighed, slipping his hand to her cheek. “You still want to hear about the dynamite?”

“No. Whatever happened, I'm sure you did your best. Things don't always work out how we want them to. But sometimes they still work out.”

He stared at her, then picked her up by the legs, practically slammed her into the nearest tree, and kissed her like doing so was the only thing that might keep him alive. She was grateful for the jacket when kissing progressed to more. The bark of the tree might have rubbed all the skin from her back otherwise.

When Bill finished, he carefully placed her back on the ground and zipped back up, though neither of them were particularly sure-footed at that moment. She leaned back against the tree, and he leaned on it too, hands on either side of her shoulders. Since they were leaned so closely to one another, Star only had to make minimal effort to catch his lips once more, but this time it was softer.

He took a small, shuddering breath and said, “I... I just... I love you. I do.”

She put a hand on his chest, using his shirt to pull him closer. “And I you.”

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ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. This is like..uhhhh idk?... a 'batim' au idea? I guess? Im Not sure idk..its just that I got the idea from there and Instead of bendy its jokey, but not really exactly what happend there in batim. Plz ignore the bad portrayed scenes XD blondie is a lot OOC here. Enjoy if you only can thx.

It was a typical afternoon, the sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky, fresh air filled the atmosphere swaying the palm trees gently by a breeze. David was at the recording room, a mellifluous melodic singing voice rose high, following the sweet, piping notes produced by the musical instruments around. After such a lilting, everyone toke a break, david sat on a chair, holding the lyrics for the new song in his hands. He saw a shadow approaching him, revealing his only cheerful boss. "Oh hey Mr. Blondie!! How are you in this lovely day!" "Hello david! Just checking on my young talented singer! How is the new song going?" "Its going great! Im just reading the lyrics again now!" "Thats good!...you know david...have you ever thought about how much the children love your jokey voice?" "Oh! Thats intresting...im sure everybody enjoy listening to it!" "Yea! they do....have you ever felt some...connections...to jokey?" "Connections? Mmmm well...I do feel that we both share a good love for the stage and thrilling the audience! along with the love to asssist other people and spread some optimism in the air!" "Thats beautifull!...Have you ever considered before...becoming this star that all those kids appresciate?" "That...looks pretty Mr. Blondie! But what do you mean?" His boss began to equivocally chuckle, it was low but icy, wasnt like his usual gleeful ones that gave an auditory hug, but david overlooked that, remaining unruffled till the answer. "David. Can you come with me for a while?" "Sure thing! But..what about the new song?" "Dont worry! It can be done in another time! now follow me!" They both left the recording room, the animator leading the ginger boy across the studio, while on their little trip to the unknown room they are walking to, david catched from away a sight of henry, tommy and norman talking together until a rueful rob drew near them, starting a conversation. David didnt mean to eavesdrop anyone, but their high voices did reach his ear. "Guys! Have any of you heared ANYthing lately about harriet? I cant find her anywhere! She didnt come to work and she is not at her home! I called her many times but she doesnt reply! Im really so scared..." rob vented, the three told him thag they didnt see her too. David felt sorry for the fellow worker, hoping that harriet is alright and will be back soon. He looked forward, though he only saw blondie back and his wheelchair, he could feel that he is trying to ignore something, he may have heard a little of the talking out there, maybe he feels sad too? But david was in his mind for a bit, wasnt aware of the time until he sensed that blondie stopped moving. This is when he noticed he is in an unrecognizable area he didnt see before, maybe this was a new place that got built recently?, " Here we are david!!" In front of both was a dark long way of stairs, it was only one storey up, just like one of those half open basemant stariecases. David knew not both will be able to clmib this, he was ready to push that wheelchair up, he looked at blondie concerned, whom just returned a grin. "Dont worry about me! I have my own ways for climbing those!" David didnt really get it, but he just let it go and left blondie to use to his own way, watching him in every step making sure he wont be close to any harm.

Dont ask how blondie climbed the stairs, he just did. that was a really narrow hall they were both in, in front of them a wooden door, blondie toke out his keys and opened it, only for both to be greeted by. "Finally!! Where Were ya!!" an angry wallaby yelled, looking as if he lost patience, it seems blondie was late to whatever meeting they should have done earlier, the room wasnt so small, almost looks like a little hallway with a wall at the end. The view was...tensed, it was a dark room with only a little bulb barley lighning it, orange colored light struggling to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. It was almost as if candles were the ones giving the slight shine here. Wallaby, paul and murphy were there, standing near the sides of the walls, everyone in a specific place, two at the right wall and one at the left one, only a mile spearting each two. the menacing aura holding david in a tightening grip, why do blondie have such a grisly decorating tatse...He wasnt sure if entering this room is a safe idea. "Guys!! I Brought Our Last Guest!!" Blondie exclaimed in a chirpy tone, closing the door behind himm Last guest? What does he mean? "Can we PLEASE Finish This Now And Go out?" "Come on paul dont be such a killjoy! Enjoy the place!" "If you are telling us to enjoy this creepy atmosphere then I had lost all my faith in you." murphy sneered, clearly not comfortable or trusty with how this 'gathering' is going to end, nobody knows the goal behind it. "Come on David! Here! This Is Your Place!! Stay Still And Dont Move Ok?" Blondie said while putting david on a specific spot on the left wall. "Sure! Wont Move A Shoe!" David obeyed, blondie looked at him, but this time, although he had his usual smile that showed his white glowed teeth spreaded on his face, his eyes had shimmers with some inexplicable spite. "Everything is set~" He whispered this under his breath while walking to one of the corners, nobody heard that one. Three of the invited four toke a look at blondie whereas he was doing something uncanny at that distant corner. David turned at the person in front of him, which was paul. "Oh! hey Mr.Paul!" But being the tedious man he is, paul didnt respone, only focusing on the book on his hand, thats why wallaby seemed as if he was gabbling to himself. The young boy then looked to his right side and saw murphy, still keeping an eye at blondie in a suspicion, despite not understanding a thing from what he was doing, nobody can just fetch someone to a room like this without being not up to something. "So Guys! Why are we here?" "I Dunno david! Mr. Blondie just went to me and told me that I gotta get here cuz he needs me for somethin, well I dont see anything! All I do is just standing on dis here spot not movin a leg!! What about ya paul?" "I dont care I just came here so he can stop nagging me." " I came here after he told me that I can be a 'star' like jokey." "Wait you gonna be a star? Ooh! Thats why we standin on a star!" "What?!" Wallaby words strongly drived murphy attention, making him watch the ground, they all noticed it now, they are standing on 'stars' that are drawn on the floor. David felt inside him a very straied premonisition feeling that was telling him to move, he didnt understand it, why would his guts tell him to move away from a single drawing on the floor? He promised his boss he will stay still there....how could a star drawing hurt anyone? Since whe do drawing harm people? But no matter how much he tries to brush off that feeling, it feels like a stiff weigh was being held on his chest, it made him feel so sick, maybe he just needs to move because his legs hurt him? Yeh yeh thats just it. The cheeky lad toke one step only out of that star shape, he tried to persuad himself its his legs aching and not because of a sixth sense, and that was really something he should be thankful for because. "Guys! I think we gonna be a stars!" "Wallaby...I dont think this star shape is used fo-" "GOODBYE MATES!!"

And with a casted spell and a flash of an eye, everybody was drowned with an unknown colorful sticky liquid that fully covered them, gluing them to the ground. Expect David, who fell down to the ground aspect with a horrible fear that rised behind his eyes from the grisly vision that immediately happend.

Blondie Stood there, watching him in enmity.

Blondie turned around, only to be so bothered by seeing the surviver. "Oh it seems I missed a shot! Im going to fix this~" The words had deserted david, the color quickly drained from his face, a cold wave embalmed him and his mouth ran dry, sweat poured down his body, Heart began to hammer against his chest, every muscle in his body shouted at him to flee. To escpae this imminent threat. He hurried to the door, using every little cell of power left to open it, but no matter how much he quickly moves the handle in fright, the door didnt open, oh yes, blondie locked it. Seeing no hope, he knocked on it so expeditiously and hardly, trying not to make his words stumbled, begging for someone outside to hear him. "HEEEEELLLP!!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!!" "Come on David, why so nervous?" Blondie snickered from behind him, his voice hinting he is oncoming, his tone ringing in a sick icy way, sending chimes ringing in david ears, but he kept screaming for a rescue, he was not frightened nor afraid, he was beyond such mere nouns, he was going crazy, his boater hat fell from his head, it only reminded of how much he wants his family NOW in this profound situation, he just wanted to go back to them again, stay with his father marley at home and go to beach together or golf or car or wherever his father wants to go, staying in his parents arms was all what he desired, he would never wish anything anymore after this. He could no longer control his hands they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm, his legs collapsed underneath him, teeth chattering in fear, He slid down the door, bringing his knees up to his chest.

"I-I-I-I-I-I D-D-DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!"

"You dont understand? I hated you! Im who created jokey! He was my friend since the childhood! My friend since the start!! But you! I saw every little detail I gifted him in you! You were perfect, perfect for him, more perfect than me! Now that I had a studio of my own, I wanted him to be alive! I reached my wish by the help of you all, by animating and presenting him to all the children around the world, they loved him, just like me! But lately, I didnt feel that I made this dream come true yet...how can a cartoon character offset me of a friend who always stayed by my side that I cant make real! But now I found a second chance, a second chance to revive him, to this reality. Thats it! Thats the chance! By using some souls to bring those stunning characters and that convival cartoony world I created to reality...that was always my biggest dream...and whats a better chance than to have the voice actor whom I influenced the traits for the children 'star' right at my hand~ People will love you david~"

Blondie was right, if david dyed his hair black and wore some cheeks make up, he could exactly like a real life jokey, but who would need a cheap costume when you can bring jokey himself to reality. David recalled the times when he sometimes thought uncle harry may have been a little overprotective of him. He thought his uncle needs to ease a bit, nothing so dangerous will happen for him. Now, he regret thinking this, and wants him to overprotect him forever and ever. Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over him like some hungry beast, immobilizing him and his brain, holding him a captive and took control of his entire body, Shadows and echoes play on his senses warping shapes and sounds. That outlandish substance already reached his legs, his life flashed before his eyes and he ushered his bright unearthly ones shut.

Yeb, this is the angel end.

#brueklynn #blondie rodgers #wallaby wallstone #david angel #murphy hillsborugh

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