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slifarianhawk · 4 months

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Chapter 41: Little Brother

It was about two weeks since me and Albert found out about our triplets. He barely let me out of his sight however we had a mission coming up, to show what I am to the B.S.A.A. I couldn't afford to let the B.S.A.A. get in the way of my plans. While this would probably traumatize a lot of people including Chris. It needed to be done.

I was ready to embrace the path I was on. I was going to save Albert. Even if it meant severing all ties I have. I was about three blocks away from the main European branch of the B.S.A.A. The Intel that was collected said that Chris would be at the main Europe office for the next few weeks. The agent didn't know what for but said that he was an integral part of an upcoming mission. Wesker wanted to cripple them one way or another.

This was going to be a slaughter. Many innocent lives were going to be ended by me today. I felt strange about it. Part of me yearned to call Chris and warn him of what was coming. Yet I didn't call. I was ready to let the innocent burn for all my pain. Someone had to pay for everything I was feeling.

Albert rubbed my belly as the black S.U.V. neared the base. I was terrified something would happen to them. I placed my hand on Albert's. It was simple I would transform into the archangel form and go on a rampage.

I was faster in my archangel form. I would be able to dodge bullets with ease. I started to shake what if they were hit? I couldn't lose them so soon after finding out about them. Already they had wormed their way into my and Albert's hearts.

"Uroboros will protect you and our children, my delicate lotus. I'm also sending in a B.O.W. to protect you. You just have to filtrate and find Chris. Once you do soothe him make him feel like you managed to get away from me. Then the beast will attack the base from the B.O.W. study area. I'll let you out here and I'll release the B.O.W. that should surely get you in through the gates or at least draw out Chris." Albert said reviewing the plan.

I could tell he was stressed over us being apart too. He used three contractions. I had to ease his worry somehow after all he was easing my worries. I kissed him and shifted my skin cells to appear bruised and beaten in multiple places. I had to be confident in my acting. Not only to make Albert happy but to keep Chris safe.

"You'll be there for the ending, right? Where you collar me and drag me away? I know that will send a message to Chris." I asked my eyes now appearing dull and lifeless.

"Yes my dear, I hate making you look like this but we do as we must to protect our future." He kissed me then he kissed my lower belly through my torn and bloody shirt, "Your father loves all three of you. Keep momma safe from her bastard brother."

I gently chuckle at the affection he gave our unborn younglings. He was going to be an amazing father to them. But it was time. With a quick kiss on the cheek. I kicked out the door of the S.U.V. and jumped into the nearby forest. I curdled up into the fetal position landing on my back. Uroboros bracing my fall I barely felt a thing. Mine and Albert's creation was protecting mine and Albert's little ones.

I heard restraints snapping and a roar breaking out from behind the tree line. I knew what was released. A tyrant, I moaned in annoyance as I limped away. I ran as fast as I could to the other side of the forest. The base was dead in my sight, and I kept limping on. I heard heavy boot steps behind me. Was this thing going to protect or harm me I couldn't tell. The programming was extremely fickle.

I hurried out of the forest, B.S.A.A. guards quickly drew their Assault rifles and aimed at me, "FREEZE THIS IS A PROTECTED AREA BY THE UN TURN AROUND AND LEAVE!!!" a lanky female yelled.

"P...PLEASE HIC HELP ME!!! HE SENT A TYRANT AFTER ME!!!" I screamed bloody murder falling in front of the base, my arms guarding my stomach.

Shortly after I heard a man scream out "OH SHIT IN THE TREE LINE!!!".

A roar pierced the air, as the tyrant burst through the trees. My heart quickly sank. It was one of Sergei's tyrants, the green glasses one to be exact the one that was always meant to hunt me and return me to Vladimir's side. Albert sure did his fucking research, my PTSD was fucking triggered. More for the part I guess but I was having words with him when we got back.

I pushed myself up and started limping toward the base again. I grabbed my Phoenix Corps. badge from my torn-up shorts as an alarm started to go off. I heard a door open as I limped closer and closer.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!? T WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I heard a familiar voice call out.

"CHRIS HELP ME! HIC WESKER SENT THAT THING TO TAKE ME BACK!" I cry out the lie sorrowful tears leaking from my nearly lifeless-looking eyes.

"WHAT!!?? OH FUCK NO!! HURRY T OVER HERE!" Chris yelled as I fell once more my bare left set of toes extremely hyper-extending as I heard a distinct pop. I shifted to land on my back my slight baby bump exposed. My body was covered in false bruises and faded scars.

The tyrant grew closer as the agents opened fire on the damn thing. I tried to stand but quickly fell again screaming in pain.

That was fucking genuine pain. The first time I felt pain like that in a while. I couldn't stay I had to keep moving. I dragged my body along the asphalt. Chips of silica fell off lightly cutting my body. I felt hazy. My left foot spasmed as I threw up. Damn morning sickness and pain, at least it made my predicament convincing. I knew with the last fall I took I had probably done some real damage to myself as I watched my left foot turn splotched with red and violet hues.

"KEEP FIRING! I'M GOING AFTER MY SISTER!" Chris yelled sliding down the pathway and shooting at the green-lensed Ivan with his M92F pistol.

The monster stumbled back as Chris got closer to me. I tried and successfully managed to stand up excruciating pain ran through my foot. Fuck, at that moment I knew it was at least a sprain. I waddled over to Chris trying to keep weight off my left foot.

"Chris, brother, please stop this thing! I can't go much further." I fell to my knees and drew my Samurai Edge from the holster behind my back. I panted another wave of vomit blew past my mouth. I weakly dropped the pistol, falling into the vomit. Yuck, this was a new low for me.

"T! Oh my God! What the fuck did he do to you?" Chris stared at the fake bruising in horror. Then his eyes came to my distended belly and I saw defeat on his face.

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" He asked lifting me into his arms not caring I was covered in throw-up.

"That's why I had to get away. Couldn't let anything ...happen.... to them." I threw up again most of it was bile and from pain, "I was taken on a mission but I escaped Chris. I managed to get away." I weakly laugh.

"Yeah you did good T, you have no idea how glad I am to see you again," Chris said handing me my Beretta which was spared from the vomit.

"It's retreating!" One of the agents shouted as I looked at the tyrant walking back into the forest.

"Stay on guard its master probably just called it back," Chris said rushing me into the base as I felt even more hazy.

"Chris... I'm so sorry for dragging you into this." I coughed, closing my eyes, "You know I missed you, little brother.".

I decided to take the act even further and fell asleep.

(CHRIS POV)

"NO! GOD DAMN IT WESKER!" I stared at my unconscious sister. I raced to the infirmary where Rebecca was. She would be the only doctor I could trust with her. I knew he had moles in the B.S.A.A. and she wasn't one of them.

"Chris! what's going on?" My trainee asked with his sniper on his back.

"It's Wesker, Piers. He is nearby. My sister somehow managed to escape his grasp. But I'm sure he will be back for her." I said opening the infirmary door, "Rebecca emergency patient!"

I quickly sat T on a medical bed and then rushed to wash my hands. I didn't care that she was covered in vomit when that thing was after her but it was still gross. I looked at her left foot, the top was swelling pretty badly and looked like some small veins had popped when she landed.

"Chris is this her? The former Umbrella operative?" Piers asked a stunned look on his face.

"Yeah, that's her, My older sister Tabitha. She is Wesker's wife." I sigh sitting in a chair next to her. She did not look at rest. I watched as the bruising was slowly disappearing everywhere except her foot.

"What's making that bruising disappear so quickly?" Piers asked.

I was about to answer when Rebecca walked into the room, "That agent Nivans is one of the effects of being infected with the Angelis Virus."

"Rebecca thanks for taking a look at her, I think she might have broken her foot," I said stroking her hair.

"What is the Angelis virus? I have never heard of it." Piers asked setting down his sniper rifle.

"I believe she is the only one infected with it but it's a strain of the Progenitor virus. That's the parent strain of the main umbrella viruses." Rebecca said her hand automatically going to her stomach.

"Chris, I think she's pregnant." Rebecca ran over to a cabinet and grabbed a scanner-type thing.

"I know she told me just before she passed out. That was the reason she escaped." I said staring at Piers.

"She ran away while pregnant, your sister is either brave or a little stupid." He said.

"Or option three a good mom," Rebecca said placing some kind of gel and pulling up a screen.

"She did always want to raise kids of her own. To think Wesker would do this to someone he married. Who had two of his kids before? Why Damn it?" I growled snapping the cheap plastic chair.

"Mmmph!" T groaned in her sleep.

"Sorry T," I whispered taking a deep breath, "Rebecca what do you see?"

"She's pregnant with triplets Chris!" Rebecca shouted stunned, "She's almost at the end of her first trimester!"

"So Wesker did succeed, God Damn it!" I rubbed her forehead.

"Mmmm, huh where am I?" T asked waking up and shifting around.

"Hey T," I smiled as she smiled up at me.

"Hey little brother," She said, and when she moved her foot she winced, "fuck! That is fucking hurt."

"I was about to get you an x-ray of your foot," Rebecca said to T.

Piers stepped out for a moment when a loud rumble shook the building. T's eyes went dark and she started to shake. We were under attack and I damn well knew who it was.

"He's come for us," T said holding her baby bump, "Chris, I'm scared."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure Wesker doesn't get you guys. Here, there is a wheelchair over here. I'll evac you and get you to O'Brian. He will know what to do." I said gently picking her up and placing her into the wheelchair.

"SIR! THAT THING IS BACK! AND IT HAS BACKUP!" Piers yelled running back in an explosion knocking him into the med bay.

"Cough...cough...you okay kid?" T asked shaking.

"Yes thank you, mam," Piers said, "Chris get her out of here. I'll cover you."

Piers pulled out a nine o'nine as the tyrant stormed into the corridor. I heard T gasp in pain as she lept out of the chair curling up on the floor. Her body was spasming becoming encased in a black glass-like material.

"Chris....please run my virus..... unstable.... can't hold back much longer.... I don't have my meds to stop this... I'm so sorry for this..." she said as her body completely crystallized.

"T NO!" I shouted, "Piers and Rebecca lock down the infirmary stay hidden!"

"You sure Chris? I can help!" Rebecca shouted as Piers pushed her into the med bay.

"Dr. Chambers, please stay down." I heard Piers close the door as the glass started to shatter.

T showed me this once before. She nearly killed me then. The monster that Umbrella made her. Their sickening form of an angel. I heard wheezing as the glass shattered and T erupted from the cocoon. She let out a horrendous screech.

"T, please don't make me do this!" I shout drawing my gun.

"HELP LITTLE BROTHER!!!" She shrieked her voice like grinding brakes.

She lurched towards me. That's when I heard him. His fucking cruel laugh rang throughout the hallway. Wesker strutted into view his sunglasses shining in the fluorescent lights.

"There you are my precious lotus. Come to your master." He said beckoning her to him.

A weird sound exited T's throat. Her wings flicked and she hovered over to him. No, the B.O.W. in her listens to him. I shot at Wesker and T charged towards me. Her clawed right foot slammed into my chest sending me flying into the wall.

"Gorgeous isn't she Chris? She is truly a perfect specimen. Look at the obsidian plates along her beautiful womanly parts?" Wesker said as she landed next to him.

"T please fight this!" I screamed falling to my knees as wesker stroked my sister's belly, "GET AWAY FROM THEM YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"Oh dearheart, did he find out? So sad. I guess we just won't be able to leave you out of my sight anymore my precious pet. Our young shall inherit this disgusting world. We can't risk them or you falling into the wrong hands, now could we? We both know what will happen if anyone takes them away right." Wesker said grabbing her chin from in between her fangs.

I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but fear and despair behind them a raspy female voice came out as T's fangs shrunk and mouth opened, "They would experiment on them and do what Vladimir did to me. Make our little ones into weapons."

What? No! That wouldn't happen with us. we'd keep her and them safe. Right? I shook my head realigning my shot at Wesker's head. He was manipulating her with her trauma! No way in hell was I going to allow him to do this to her.

I took my shot and fired my gun only to see Wesker smirk. A horrid noise came from behind Wesker. The monster that was chasing T earlier was holding Piers by the neck. She turned towards Wesker and reverted to her human form.

"Chris stop her!" Piers cried out grabbing his pistol and blasting the bastard's head. "She could be the key to stopping Wesker!"

"Albert, let the young man go... I will go with you. I give up, you win." T said looking away from me.

"T PLEASE DO NOT GO WITH THIS BASTARD! THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY!" I cried out.

"There is but you can't do it, Chris. You wouldn't let your friend die and you wouldn't kill me and my babies. This way at least the young soldier lives to fight another day." She said tears of blood falling from her face.

"I will accept this trade my dear lotus." Wesker laughed pulling out something out of his pocket.

My face dropped it was the collar from the video. He wrapped the collar around her neck and tightened it. T bowed her head as the tyrant dropped Piers.

That was when I heard the clacking of combat boots racing towards us. Maybe this is my chance.

I raced toward T and grabbed her wrist. I started to pull her away when I felt a shock course through my body. I saw sparks shooting down her arm.

"THERE THEY ARE! OPEN FIRE!" The Assault team captain shouted.

"WAIT NO SHE'S!" I started to yell out only to see a bright flash of electricity.

T had punched an electric panel and darkness rolled across the base. I felt something warm and wet wrap around me.

I cried in the darkness, "Please T don't go..."

"I'm sorry Chris. My adoring baby brother, this is where we part ways. Good....bye hic" She whispered in my ears.

Then I felt her be pulled away from me as gunshot flashes lit up the hallway. She was gone. The little time I had her in my grasp and she sacrificed herself to him to save one of mine. T why damn it! She gave up her free will to save Piers.

"I failed again," I whisper curling up on the floor.

She broke for him, she fought her bastard uncle but broke for her husband. This just told me one thing. That was a shadow of my sister. She was gone.

I'm sorry T but I can't save you.

Hey everyone Silfarianhawk here and I didn't take as long of a break as I expected. Inspiration struck and I had to get this down. Things are turning up again so let's keep the ball rolling. I'm currently on medical leave from work so I'll have another chapter up soon. My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away. Good night dearhearts 🪷

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extemely-thoughtful-person · 3 years

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Chapter 6 predictions #4 or 5: The True victims of the next Chapter, and almost everything on the Shrouds Overblot. (Bonus Theory regarding RSA's system of Operations)

I'm back from the dead, everyone!!!

I took some time off of writing predictions and theories to think about more possibilities for the upcoming chapter. All Ignihyde stans and students are waiting for their beloved dorm leader to finally get therapy. And I believe that time is just around the corner.

So to kick things off the edge, let's talk about the true victims of Chapter 6.

Main challenge but not enemies

In the past, we've seen in the chapter previews that there is something sinister afoot. From planning homicide to trying to enslave whole dorms or oppress certain students, all sorts of things have been planned by dorm leader and vice dorm leader alike.

But for the current chapter preview, we didn't get any tell or foreshadowing of a sinister event or nefarious plan. Instead, we got a small celebration of a successful plan, followed by a rejection of the prizes that followed (with a hint of depression at the end). What exactly does this mean?

The Shrouds are the victims of Chapter 6. Now you're all screaming "yeah, what did you expect?!" at me, but there's more to the situation than you think. It's not just a victimizing of the past (which is most likely family problems at this point), but also the present. Because here's a little clue for you: if we're matching up the events of the Hercules movie and Chapter 6, the main story hasn't even started yet. Remember that at the beginning of Hercules the Titans were already imprisoned, and if Ortho is based off of the Titans, and he has yet to be captured by the OTC, then technically, the conflict between company and dorm begins with the imprisonment of Ortho Shroud.

The main plot is going to be Idia trying to live without his brother. And knowing Idia's mental health, this isn't going to go well. But don't worry, it doesn't start like that right away.

But there's still a massive problem with the separation of the Shrouds.

A new kind of Overblot

Any observant theorist can tell you that in Idia's ceremonial robes outfit, his pen is missing. Theories big and small have all stated a similar fact: Idia's gem is the thing powering Ortho's magic and Ortho in general (because we never see the multiple Ortho gears flying around at the same time). At first I was hesitant to believe that, but now I think that this is a fact. And there is evidence in the game to prove this:

We have never, not even in personal stories or events, seen Idia use any kind of magic.

And in battles, he uses the dorm leader wand. He never uses a pen, and we've never seen him cast any kind of magical spells. We've only seen him use technology instead.

On the contrary, Ortho has been seen firing powerful blast's of magical energy. Ortho does have magic as far as we've seen. Sure, it's not a particular spell, but remember, a spell is basically a magical command. And technology uses commands all the time.

So, what does this mean for the Overblot?

That warning from coach Vargus in the camping event wasn't just a warning, but a foreshadow. Idia doesn't use magic at all because he knows the risks. Unless Ortho is close by, he would never risk casting a spell. (And from what I've gathered from the recent Bean's day event, Idia would never fight a battle that he knew he couldn't win.) Idia doesn't take risks unless the odds are in his favor.

But if he doesn't use magic, then how will he Overblot? Simple answer.

I'd like to take this time to officially bet on Idia's unique magic. Out of the four options I speculated on in a previous post, I believe it's going to be a portal/ teleportation related magic. Here is the evidence:

It can't be any deal making related magic because we've seen Idia making negotiations, bets, and deals with other people, and none of those required any kind of magic.

Hades main weapon against Hercules was other monsters. He moved them around using a special gaming board that represented the land with pieces that represented each kind of monster.

One of the things Idia hates is being told what to do. His unique magic would be a manifestation of that, forcing anyone caught up in the position control to follow his instructions.

Hades was the one who released the Titans adding them on to the board.

And in Chapter 6, where we go up against RSA in the Magift tournament, I think Vil is going to try and draft Idia into the game because of his unique magic and statistic mind. Idia's unique magic would be a callback to Hades moving monsters in Hercule's path, because Idia will be able to move players around the field to where they're needed most.

I think it only works if the person is on his side. If he has some kind of relationship with the person, then he has the power to move them around. A fun little prediction for this magic would be it's name: "Game Set!" (Hades says these words right before Hercules's first match with the Hydra.)

With this unique magic in use, Idia is going to be using magic a lot in the next chapter. But he hides the fact that his magical stone is in Ortho from the group. But he does make an alternate excuse to have Ortho by his side during the practice: for confidence and motivation. Of course, Vil's gonna see Ortho as an obstacle to Idia developing social skills. And this is where the OTC comes in and takes Ortho.

With the separation of the Shrouds, Idia is going to start feeling th the negative side effects of the blot. Why would he keep playing despite that? Maybe it was Ortho's last wish before being taken. We all know Idia would do anything for his little brother, and one last game against their enemy school would be a wish that inspires Idia to push beyond his limits for Ortho.

On the day of the tournament, Idia makes good on his promise, playing for the sake of his brother, and silently suffering the negative side effects of the blot that's collecting inside of him due to excessive magic use and negative emotions like anxiety. And they lose.

It's just too bad that Idia's the one who discovers the cheating RSA has done.

How exactly do they cheat? Well, ever noticed that all RSA students have the same colored gem? I was thinking some kind of magic seal would be placed on the disk that only responds to the type of magic stone the RSA students use.

Idia figures this out causing the Overblot effects to kick in. He Overblots on the field in front of millions of spectators.

In every villain final boss battle in the Disney movies, those battles don't have that many people watching. Sure a few eye wittness's but not thousands of people. Alice woke up from the bad dream that is Wonderland, Ariel's battle with Ursla ends with herself and prince Eric, and Only the Evil Queen saw Snow White collapse after biting the poisoned apple.

But during the Titan's rampage, everyone knows. The gods are on high alert, the people are running to get to safety, and the hero goes out to make on last stand against Hade's forces.

In turn, every Overblot battle has been kept a secret on campus. The students don't talk about the shadows, and past events have been quietly filed away and mostly forgotten. Some students are still wary of the victims, but besides Jamil's episode, no one outside of campus knows about it.

Until Idia's Overblot happens. Only a few thousand of people saw Jamil's Overblot, but here, millions of people will see it. This will be the first Overblot incident to become widespread outside of NRC. And the first incident the RSA students will face.

And this is another place where Idia's unique magic would come in. Did I mention that Hades freed the Titans? Idia is going to bring Ortho back from captivity. But Ortho won't be completely normal either.

During his time away, Ortho will be trying to get back to his brother. He becomes scared, desperate, and he worries about Idia all the time. Ortho tries to break out, but fails. BTW, the OTC treats Ortho like a dangerous weapon, not a person. They also insult Idia which makes Ortho mad. Ortho's negative emotions plus the magic used in an attempt to break out causes another pool of blot to gather. Ortho Overblots in captivity only for Idia to free him with a portal shot all the way from RSA (assuming the tournament takes place there).

There we all fight the Overblotted Shrouds. RSA students call them evil and try to fight the Shrouds but RSA fails due to a lack of experience. We gather up and try to take the Overblots down but we almost lose as well until... well, that will be a surprise.🤗

I'll reveal what and who will stop the Overblot in the next prediction post.

In the meantime, let's go back to that statement about RSA students all having the same gem color.

This particular detail has lead me to believe that RSA doesn't have a dorm system. I think they have some kind of student council instead. In a different post I mentioned something about all hero's looking more or less the same. They also have similar ways of thinking as well. Maybe there are eight types of people with magic. One type is so widespread that it gets it's own school, while the other seven rarer types get called by the dark mirror and sorted into smaller groups (the dorm system).

Basically RSA is basically a place for the widespread idea of heros, while NRC has the rest of the magic types. Maybe RSA students are taught that their magic type is superior to the others.

Or I could be wrong. Thanks for reading! The next post will be out soon!😊😊😊

Small prediction: Twisted!Hercules (Most likely Crimson muscle) has the unique magic: Zero to Hero! which gives him the ability to become incredibly strong in an instant! You cannot change my mind.🙃

#twisted wonderland #ignihyde #night raven college #royal sword academy #twst idia #idia shroud #ortho shroud #vil schoenheit #jamil viper #chapter 6 #shrouds please be safe this chapter #they probably won't #but still #rook i swear if you know what's going on but don't tell us i give you a taste of my shoe #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland theory #twisted wonderland idia

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neomanateefromexiletribe · 3 years

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an adventure at the zoo

Eventual Gender Neutral MC x Belphegor, hints of DiaLuci

Friendship, Fluff, Humor

You go to a zoo in the human world with all of the brothers and Diavolo. Chaos obviously ensues.

"I want the sheep headband!" Mammon yells, trying to take said headband from Asmo's hands.

"Hey, not fair!" Asmo yells back, "I picked it up first, so it's mine!"

"Don't make me use force on you, Asmo! You can see that this sheep headband is the last one of the shop and I want it!" Mammon counters, extending a hand to reach for the headband.

Asmo releases a high-pitched scream, and you cover your ears. Levi next to you puts on his headphones after sending a heated glare to his brothers, while Lucifer comes up to Asmo and Mammon, stomping.

You make a face as the oldest demon starts scolding his younger brothers for causing such a ruckus in the shop, and you discreetly join Beel, Belphie and Satan, who are much more calmer.

You sigh as Beel steps aside so as to let you stand between him and Belphie, and you send him a thankful look. He smiles at you and goes back to eyeing the animal themed food displayed in a shelf. You then take a look at Belphie, whose eyes are closing on their own, then at Satan, who has already paid for his cat ears headband.

"What's with the commotion over there?" Satan inquires.

"Mammon and Asmo are fighting over a headband," you tell him, shrugging.

"Over a headband," Satan repeats, as though he can't believe it. "Are they aware that there's plenty of those in the shop?"

"There's a sheep headband and it reminds them of MC, that's why they both want it," Leviathan suddenly chirps in, appearing behind you.

"Is that so?" you ask him, craning your neck to look at him, "that's dumb."

"Bold of you to assume that they'd argue about something intellectual," Levi shrugs, "speaking of which, though, which headband did you get, MC?"

"Well, I got a sheep one," you confess, "I don't know, it was pink and cute so I figured I'd get that one?"

"It suits you," Levi grins, "I got a snake one."

"Cute," you grin back at him.

You look back at Mammon, Asmo and Lucifer, and make another grimace as you spot a bump on both Asmo and Mammon's heads. That's what they get for arguing with Lucifer, you figure.

There's a sudden booming laughter, which makes you jump in surprise. You look around and see Diavolo in the shop, which makes you wonder how come you forgot about him coming with you on this zoo trip. To boot, he was the one paying for the tickets, so the least you could do was not forget about him being here as well.

"What's wrong, Lucifer?" Diavolo asks the oldest brother, visibly clueless as to why there's such a deep frown barring Lucifer's forehead.

"Who else others than my brothers being stupid?" Lucifer answers, almost rudely but visibly holding back his tongue because he's talking to the Demon Prince. "We need to get out of this shop before I lose my mind and kill someone."

You frown, and tap Lucifer's arm.

"You can't just kill people in broad daylight, this is the human world!" you tell him.

Lucifer looks at you with a murderous glance, visibly unamused that you touched him when he's already this close to going on a rampage. But you're not afraid, and you return his glare just as strongly.

"There's no need to get this heated when we haven't even begun the tour," Diavolo announces, patting Lucifer's shoulder while smiling. "If everyone's done with their shopping, we can probably head outside and decide on what we'd like to see first."

You nod, eager to get out of the shop before someone breaks something or causes a fight. As the brothers exit the shop, you pull out the zoo map which you got earlier and study it. There's plenty of places to see, and it's a good thing it's still early in the day so you should be able to see everything.

The closest thing to the zoo entrance is a petting zoo, which makes you squeal in anticipation. You search for the closer brother to you to share your enthusiasm with someone, and your eyes fall on Belphie.

"Belphie!" you call him, "there's a petting zoo nearby!"

"Oh," he says, "that sounds nice. What kind of animals do they have?"

"Mostly baby animals, obviously, but let me check what species exactly... calves, llamas, alpacas, goats, sheep and even bunnies!" you tell him, beaming. "We have to go there first!"

You take his hand and start pulling him towards the path leading to the petting zoo, and he almost trips on his feet.

"Calm down, MC," he complains, but he doesn't sound that annoyed.

"There's no calming down when we can go pet baby animals!" you counter, and you increase your pace.

You reach the petting zoo first, and a nice lady greets you.

"Is it just the two of you?" she asks, checking if there's enough space in the petting zoo for you to enter.

"We're with others, but we arrived first," you explain, smiling.

She nods, and seeing as you're holding hands with Belphie, sends you a knowing smile.

"You and your boyfriend may enter," she tells you, "there's food in different boxes around the enclose which you can feed the animals. Remember to be gentle when petting them!"

You feel yourself blushing all the way up to your ears at the word boyfriend and you immediately let go of Belphegor's hand, embarrassed beyond measure. You squeak a quick thank you to the hostess and hurry inside the enclose, heading for the llamas and the alpacas.

You don't check whether Belphie or the others caught up with you and instead busy yourself with the animals before you, cooing at them. They seem to love you and the attention even more, so it's so much fun.

That said, the way the hostess called Belphie your boyfriend and gave you a knowing look just won’t leave your mind and now your stomach feels full of butterflies. Does that mean you and Belphie would look like a cute couple, if you really were dating?

You’re too embarrassed to even look at Belphie. Were you not feeling this flustered, you would’ve laughed it off and probably joked about it with him. But you can’t do that, because deep down, you’re painfully aware that you feel flattered someone thought Belphie could be your boyfriend. So much for hiding your feelings so far… ugh.

“Why are you running away from your boyfriend?” Belphie suddenly whispers in your ear from behind, making you jump in surprise.

You let out a little yelp as you feel his hands on your waist, and you trip on your feet, your back colliding right against his chest. He chuckles as he catches you, and he squeezes your waist.

“Did you fall for me again?” he asks, and the evil grin he’s got plastered on his face makes you want to yell.

“You’re terrible,” you tell him, trying to leave his embrace, “you’re such a demon.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he smirks.

To your delight, two baby alpacas walk up to Belphie and start gnawing on his clothes. This time, it’s his turn to yelp and he lets go of you while you start laughing. He tells the alpacas to stop, but they seem to be enjoying his clothes too much to stop.

Your stomach is hurting from laughing so much, and once they’ve had enough of Belphie’s clothes, they come up to you to get some pets.

“Good job protecting me, babies,” you tell the two alpacas who make happy noises, as if to say “you’re welcome.”

“I can’t believe those animals don’t want me near you”, Belphie complains, looking down at the hems of his shirt covered in alpaca spit.

You stick out your tongue, and after a last pat on the alpaca’s heads, you head for the next section of the petting zoo with bunnies and calves, which is an interesting combination.

There’s a spot where you can sit among calves, so you settle there, and soon you’re surrounded by two calves rubbing their head against their sides while a few bunnies are sitting on your lap. Belphie joins you, and unsurprisingly, the calves immediately love him.

You have a hard time not laughing again, seeing the cow demon surrounded by cute baby cows, and you take your DDD to snap a few pictures.

“You’d better not spread those pictures, or I’ll curse you,” Belphie warns you, and you smile innocently.

“Too late, they’ve been sent to groupchats and to Beel,” you tell him.

“You’re really pushing your luck, you know that?” Belphie sighs.

‘The animals are protecting me, I fear nothing,” you humor him.

He shakes his head, and you’re about to add something when you hear the others coming into the petting zoo. Mammon immediately starts protesting about your proximity with Belphie, and deep down, you’re amused because he would’ve probably howled seeing how Belphie held you close and got referred to as your boyfriend earlier. Soon, everyone starts playing with animals, and you’re in charge of taking pictures.

Lucifer protests the most, but Diavolo insists you take lots of pictures with him drowning under bunnies, so you shrug at the oldest brother while listening to the Demon Prince’s request.

“Thank you MC, I knew I could count on you,” Diavolo tells you while Lucifer is struggling.

“Of course!” you tell him with a grin mirroring his, “I’ll make sure to take a lot of pictures of Lucifer for you.”

Diavolo’s laughter makes you laugh too, and you send a blowing kiss to Lucifer who’s glaring at you.

“MC, I swear--” he starts once Diavolo has joined Asmo and Levi to play with some sheep.

“With all due respect, I can’t refuse orders from the Demon Prince,” you sing-song, “you’ve taught me very well about how I should respect Diavolo, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I can be docile when I want to, you know?”

You take off after winking at him, and you join Satan and Belphie who are having fun with the alpacas again. When you tell them about what Diavolo is asking of you, they’re laughing and immediately offer to help you.

“Flustering Lucifer is so much fun,” Satan chuckles, “I’ll make sure to take awful pictures of him.”

“Diavolo will love them, no matter how awful they are,” Belphie adds, smiling.

“Love does that to you,” you conclude, happy the brothers will be joining you into your mischief.

You eventually decide to move on from the petting zoo, so you pet as many animals as you can before leaving. Satan offers you his arm, and you hold on to him as you keep walking throughout the zoo, happy to be enjoying such a lovely moment with your demon friends.

You head for the felines next, and it’s fun being with Satan because he’s really knowledgeable about them. While there are some signs with information about the animals, Satan tells you about more facts about them, which is awesome.

“How come you know so much?” you ask him as he finishes telling you some facts about lions. “I expected you to know everything about animals from the Devildom, but you also know about the ones in the human world?”

“When you told me we’d go to a zoo in your world, I made sure to read up on the species you’d typically find in those,” Satan grins.

“You’re awesome, Satan!” you compliment him, “oh, there’s some tigers over there, what can you tell me about them?”

You follow him, still holding on his arm as he resumes talking.

The path you chose to follow leads to the vivarium, and this time you get closer to Levi, because you figure that if anyone will enjoy the vivarium the best, it’ll be him.

“Levi!” you call him out, grabbing his hand, “we’re going to see the snakes and the crocodiles next, isn’t that exciting?!”

Levi stiffens when he feels your hand in his, and he first mumbles in gibberish before you can make out a strangled “yes that’s great”. You push the door to the vivarium, and are immediately met with the typical humidity of such places. You don’t mind the warmth, though, since you’re dressed lightly, and you pull Levi closer to you, excited to see the animals there.

You walk through several alleys, spending time looking at all of the various snakes until you stop by a really big cage. You squat near it, looking through the glass to spot the snakes hiding under the branches, and you grin when Levi imitates you.

“Say, Levi,” you call him, patting his arm, “can you speak to snakes?”

“What gave you that idea?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up.

You shrug, an embarrassed smile spreading on your face.

“Sorry, I just… I just kind of assumed because you’ve got a snake’s tail and all… sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Levi says, “as expected from a normie I guess,” he adds, and you gently push him.

“Don’t tease me, meanie,” you say, smiling because you know he means no harm.

Tired of crouching, you stand up and get a seat near the big enclose. You gesture to Levi to join you, and he does. You lean on him, happy to take a break to cuddle with your best friend while looking at the snakes.

“Levi, what do you think you’re doing?” Belphie’s voice suddenly resonates from your left side.

You jolt in surprise, and you’re met with a disapproving Belphegor who’s staring at the way you’re holding on Levi’s arm.

“What?” Levi says, “I’m just sitting with MC while we look at the snakes. Last time I checked, I was allowed to be near them.”

“You’re too close to them,” Belphie says, and you sigh.

“You’re sounding like Mammon, drop it,” you tell him.

Belphie frowns, and cuddles your free arm.

“Fine, have it that way, but I’m taking this side.”

You send an apologetic look to Levi, who shrugs.

“I guess I’ll share MC with you for now,” Levi says to his youngest brother while frowning.

“You guys are lucky I’ve got an arm for each of you,” you sigh, and leave it at that.

After you get out of the vivarium, it’s time for lunch break. Although you’re not supposed to, you smuggled some food in a magic bag, because you were well aware that Beel’s appetite knew no boundaries and that a quick snack in a restaurant wouldn’t cut it. It’s a good thing you’ve been keeping up magic lessons with Solomon, because you’ve learned so much useful spells over the course of the past months.

Back to Beel. You’re in charge of giving him the smuggled food while everyone else digs in their own plate.

“MC, you should eat too,” Beel tells you after a few plates.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind eating after you,” you tell him, grinning.

You stomach rumbles at that, betraying your words. You grin awkwardly at Beel and he shakes his head before grabbing your spoon, filling it.

“Eat,” he tells you, presenting the spoon before your lips.

You giggle but open up. The demon feeds you, careful not to make you choke on the spoon, and once he’s taken it out, you start chewing. You stomach makes another noise, this time of happiness rather than of protest.

“It’s good,” you nod.

“Open up again,” Beel orders, his own plate forgotten.

You obey, and you hear Lucifer scold Mammon and Satan because “just because Diavolo is paying for today’s lunch doesn’t mean you should order more than you can take!”, which makes you choke in laughter.

Then comes the time for the seal show, and you head there with all of the brothers and Diavolo in advance, wanting to have good seats. A fight almost breaks out because too many brothers want to sit next to you, and you end up with Mammon on your left, Asmo on your right and Satan next to Asmo.

Beel, Levi and Belphie are sitting behind you, while Diavolo and Lucifer are another rank behind. You figure Lucifer wants to keep an eye on all of his brothers during the show, as for Diavolo he probably just wants to try and hold Lucifer’s hand in public without making Lucifer blush too much.

“Get off them,” Belphie warns Mammon who’s cuddling your side.

“Shut it, I’m the one sitting next to MC so I can do what I want,” Mammon retorts.

“Not fair,” Asmo complains, “Mammon, get your arms off MC’s shoulders! I wanted to hug their shoulders.”

“Make me,” Mammon dares him.

Before any brother can do something stupid, you whack Mammon’s head and give Asmo’s arm a tap.

“Both of you get off me, it’s too hot to have two demons all over me,” you tell them, glaring. “And if you have any complaint, I’m sitting somewhere else away from all of you,” you add.

“Even from me?!” Asmo protests, “I didn’t even touch you!”

“You wanted to!” Mammon yells, and your glare shuts them up.

The show starts peacefully, and because Mammon and Asmo are behaving, you let them hold a hand each around the end of it. You can feel someone’s stare boring holes in the back of your head, and you figure it’s Belphie, since he’s the one sitting directly behind you. You try not to mind it, despite how weird and uncomfortable it feels.

After the show, Lucifer agrees to let everyone go their own way, and you agree to meet at the shop near the entrance of the zoo at 5pm. It’s 3pm now, meaning you still have time to have fun, and you’re wondering where to go next when Satan elbows you.

“Hm?”

“MC, look,” he tells you, “Diavolo is taking Lucifer on the air ride.”

You squint, and indeed, the Demon Prince is leading the oldest brother towards the queue for the air rides.

“Most of these can be done as a couple, right?” you tell Satan, grinning.

Satan nods, grinning evilly, and you’re both laughing at the sight of the couple in the air ride before you finally decide to move on.

Unsurprisingly, all of the remaining brothers refuse to leave your side, so you go along with it and keep visiting the zoo. Despite the occasional fights, it’s all fun and giggles, until you almost cause a fight yourself. The last place you’re visiting before heading back to the shop is the manatees, and you’re suddenly laughing really loudly when you realize who they remind you of.

“It’s Belphie,” you wheeze, pointing to the manatee eating in front of you, “it’s totally Belphie!”

Seeing as the brothers are puzzled, you sigh in despair.

“Guys, it’s a sea cow! It’s so cute and all it does is vibe!”

Mammon is the first one who joins in your fit of laughter, and soon everyone except Belphie is giggling. The Avatar of Sloth is looking at you with daggers in his eyes, and you send him an apologetic glance.

“A sea cow!” you repeat, and you yelp as Belphie suddenly throws you over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna dump the hell out of you with those ugly sea cows and see how you fare, MC,” Belphie tells you, and it takes Beelzebub and Satan to stop him from carrying on with his threat.

The trip to the zoo ends with a last trip to the shop, where you all buy souvenirs, and finally, you’re on your way back to the Devildom. After a good meal full of laughter, you’re heading back to your room, but before you can close the door behind you, someone holds it. You turn around, surprised, and gape as you see Belphegor.

“Yes, can I help you?” you ask.

“You absolutely can,” he tells you, and he enters after you.

He’s the one closing the door, and you blink, confused.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for that sea cow comment, jut so you know,” Belphie tells you.

“It’s not good to hold grudges,” you humor him, “what then? Should I do something so that you’ll forgive me?”

“Kiss me,” he answers, and you blush.

“W-what?”

“You heard me. Kiss me.”

Gulping down, you tip-toe, but quickly realize that even with that extra step, you’re not tall enough to kiss him.

“Lean down,” you grumble, blushing.

Your heart misses a beat as Belphie manhandles you against the door and crashes his lips against yours, pushing his tongue in your mouth. You can’t move, only rest your hands on his chest as he presses you more against the wooden door. Somehow, you don’t mind.

He tastes like the strawberry tart you had for dessert earlier, and something else you can only define as typically Belphie like. You answer his kiss, getting drunk on the sensation of his hands on your body and his lips devouring yours.

When he relaxes his embrace, you proceed to wrap your arms around his shoulders. One of your hands starts playing with his hair, tugging at the black strands, and he hums, visibly liking it. You’re out of air, and he finally breaks away, leaving you gasping.

“You know,” you begin, “if you wanted to kiss me so badly, you could’ve just asked. There was no need to be so sneaky about it and come up with a whole scheme.”

“It’s ironic, I could’ve sworn you were the one who felt too shy to make a move,” Belphie humors you, and you cough because it’s kind of true.

“You’re mean.”

“You love me.”

“You’re a sea cow.”

Belphie rolls his eyes, and throws you over his shoulder once again. He dumps you on your bed, and hovers above you, an evil glint shining in his eyes.

“This call for punishment,” he says, and oh boy, it looks like you’re not getting any rest tonight.

#obey me #my writing #fanfic #mc #gender neutral mc #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #fluff #humor #hints of dialuci

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The next second, Kirby was floating in the air. None other than Coo had swooped in, tightly grabbed Kirby, and flew up high. Meta Knight, who had missed, lost sight of Kirby and started looking around, restlessly.

“Coo!” Kirby cheered. “Thank you for saving me!”

“We must fight back, Kirby,” Coo said, “Rick and Kine will fight with us too!”

The two, who had been poked by Coo, had woken up, and came rushing in.

“I’m here! Don’t keep me waiting!” Rick shouted as he rolled into a ball.

“Go~ Rick!” Kine shouted, raising his tail fin overhead, before slamming into Rick with great force. Rick rolled at a great speed and collided into King Dedede. A clean hit! The great king fell over and dropped his hammer. Meta Knight, who had come to his senses, raised his sword, aiming for Rick.

“What do you want me to do??” Coo yelled. He released Kirby, flew up, and powerfully flapped his wings. Sharp feathers shot out at Meta Knight. His specialty, CUTTER COO! Meta Knight hurriedly held up his cape and blocked the feathers.

“OK, I’ll try again!” Rick yelled enthusiastically and, once again, tried to roll into a ball. However, gripping his hammer again, King Dedede blocked Rick’s path.

“Rick, danger incoming!” Kirby called out.

“GAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

The king let out an enraged roar and was about to bring his hammer down when Kine jumped into the frey and energetically jumped about.

“Take this~!”

Kine’s fins and scales contained ample amounts of water, even when moving long distances in the air. The water sprayed with energy, getting in Dedede’s eyes.

“!!”

The king, standing bolt upright, covered his eyes with his arms.

“Okie dokie,” Kirby yelled, “now’s our chance!”

“Let’s do this, Kirby!” said a carefree voice. Before Kirby knew it, Gooey came by his side. Kirby nodded his head.

“Uh-huh, now’s the time. Hang in there, and I’ll suck up the air-”

“I’ve got a better idea!”

“Huh? What’s your idea?”

“Let’s work together!”

“Work together? How?”

“Well, like this!”

Gooey stretched out his tongue and quickly wound it around Kirby.

“Woah, what are you dooooing?! Gooey, we’re fighting Dedede and Meta Knight, not me!!”

Gooey said something Kirby couldn’t properly understand. Because his tongue was out, his words weren’t clear, but it seemed that he wanted to say “I know, I know.”

“Huh?! Gooey, no… s-stop-”

Guessing what Gooey was thinking, Kirby struggled, but Gooey disregarded him. Shaking and brandishing Kirby in his long tongue, he threw Kirby with force!

“IYAAAAAAA-!!!”

Kirby flew through the air like a bullet and crashed into King Dedede. It was a one-hit KO! Furthermore, Kirby rebounded and hit Meta Knight, resulting in his defeat as well. Coo let out a groan.

“Just as I expected. Kirby and Gooey: What an excellent combination! Taking out a pair of two formidable foes in one blow-”

However, the one who had sustained the most damage was Kirby. Falling onto the cloudy ground, he fell unconscious yet again.

“Hey, she’s getting away!!” Rick shouted. He pointed at none other than Pirka. Pirka, who saw just how quickly Meta Knight and King Dedede were taken out, turned pale, drew back, and tried to run away. Gooey coiled his tongue around Pirka, who was hastily fluttering her wings.

“Eek! Let me go! I told you to let me go!” Pirka cried, rampaging, but Gooey’s tongue held on tight, unyielding.

“Excellent job, Gooey,” Coo said, “we have temporarily captured her.”

“...?!!”

Gooey darted his eyes about, seeming distressed.

“Now that that’s settled, we’ve gotta wake up Kirby.”

“No, before that, let’s deal with those two.”

Coo pointed out Meta Knight and Dedede with his wings.

“Since those two are so tough, they likely won’t stay unconscious for so long. If they continue to act violently, we will be unable to stop them.”

“Yeah, right~? One way or another, we need to get those two to snap out of it.”

Coo glared at Pirka.

“You’ve lost. Give up, undo the spell you’ve put on the pair.”

“H-Hmph! Never!” Pirka said with a hateful face.

“Undo your spell,” Rick yelled in anger, “or suffer the wrath of tickle torture!!”

“Stop! It’s just that I don’t know how to undo the spell!”

“What do you mean?

“I can turn people into my puppets, but I don’t know how to undo it. Really.”

Pirka irritably looked away. Rick crossed his arms.

“Really, huh? If we can’t undo the spell, then what’ll happen to them?”

“Well…”

“We will have to figure out how to undo the spell later,” Coo said, thinking, “anyway, now, if we cannot get those two to snap out of it, then we’ll have to restrain them instead.”

“We’ve gotta tie them up, but nobody has any rope~. Can Gooey wrap his tongue around them instead?”

Gooey shook his tongue. This appeared to be meant as a “NO!”

“Eek! Eek! Don’t wave that around, idioooot!”

Pirka seemed as if she were just about to pass out.

“It’s no use, huh?” Coo said. “...if we-”

“That’s it! I’ve got an idea!” Rick said, having just thought of something. “Let’s use this!”

Rick took off the pouch he was wearing around his neck. When they had left, Pick had given him a small pouch as a good luck charm.

“That good luck charm?” Kine asked. “How will that help?”

“We’ll put these three in here!”

“What~? Don’t joke around, Rick.”

Kine broke into laughter. However, Rick had a deadly serious face.

“I’m not joking,” he said, “I’m being serious.”

“Rick-”

“How will we fit King Dedede and Meta Knight into a sack so small?” Coo asked, seeming shocked.

“We can stretch this thing out a lot. I’ve seen Pick put all kinds of stuff in it."

“Even if it can fit many things, there’s always a limit…”

Right before the eyes of Coo, who seemed to doubt the plan, Rick held the sack and then pulled its sides with all his strength. The small sack stretched out remarkably. Although Rick used both his hands to stretch it as much as he could, it still had the potential to fit more.

“Hurray! It’s really working! So cool!” Kine shouted in an astonished voice.

“Hey, Pick’s the cool one. Just as you’d expect from my girlfriend.”

Rick laughed proudly.

“As for the sack, we’ll stuff them into it. Let’s throw in Meta Knight and King Dedede, and Pirka while we’re at it!”

“Let’s do this~!” Kine said, jumping up and down.

“Please, grab the end of the bag,” Rick said to Coo, “I’ll grab the other end. Pull with everything you’ve got!”

“Understood.”

Coo and Rick pulled both ends of the sack. The lucky charm was noticeably stretched. With it, they covered the fainted Meta Knight and King Dedede, wrapping it around them. Then, Gooey threw Pirka, who had been wrapped in his tongue, in there. With the three in the sack, Rick tightly, tightly tied the mouth shut. From inside the sack, Pirka violently screamed:

“What’re you doing!? Let me out now!! Let me out!! I said let me out, you stupid little animal idiots!!”

“Good grief. Is this what Pirka’s true nature is? She was just some wolf in sheep’s clothing,” Coo said, surprised, and then looked at Kirby, who was still unconscious, "now then, to deal with Kirby. We must wake him up soon.”

“Yeah. Come on~, Kirby”

Kine started jumping around, spraying water onto Kirby. Having gotten hit with the freezing cold water, Kirby slightly opened his eyes.

“U-Umm… wha? Lunch time already?...”

“Now is not the time for sleeping, Kirby. Remember~!”

Straining his eyes, Kirby looked around, and, suddenly, sprung up.

“Oh right! What happened with Pirka, or Meta Knight, or King Dedede?!”

“We’ve dealt with them~” Kine said with a friendly smile.

“You and Gooey finished them off in the blink of an eye,” Rick added, “case closed!”

“I wouldn’t say this ‘case' is 'closed' until we get Meta Knight and King Dedede back to normal,” Coo said with a sigh,” Anyway, we were able to stop Pirka’s wicked schemes. Gooey, would you mind explaining the current situation?”

“No problem!”

Gooey waved his tongue.

“...what do I have to explain?”

“First of all, start from the beginning. Gooey, why did you come here, above the clouds?”

“Wellll, I saw something: There was a girl flying somewhere.”

“Would that girl happen to be Pirka?”

“Yup! She was flying really high up, so I chased after her ‘cus it looked like fun! So, I also flew above the clouds, and thought that maybe we’d play together.”

“I see. Quite the opposite of Pirka’s story. She said she flew above the clouds and then got chased by you. Then what?”

“When I tried to get closer to her, she planted a tree.”

“A tree? Like that tree?”

Coo used his wing to point out the tree growing by the lake’s shore.

“Yeah. Then I tried to help her, but she wouldn’t let me. She got all mad all of a sudden and threw one of the tree’s fruits at me.”

“...what do you mean exactly? Is there some secret about that tree fruit that she didn’t want you to know?”

Kirby and the gang thoroughly analyzed the tree growing on the shore.

“For a tree that was just planted, it’s pretty big,” Rick said, “must be growing really fast.”

Coo nodded his head.

“Indeed. The overhanging roots are growing into the lake. Perhaps…”

Coo looked at Gooey.

“...the lake’s water was contaminated by that tree?”

“Well… probably…” Gooey answered, not too confident. Even though he didn’t entirely understand, Gooey had a feeling. He could tell, judging by Pirka’s behavior, that the tree held a secret.

“It must’ve been the tree that made the lake water all weird!” Gooey said, bouncing up and down, “when the water becomes rain and pours down, things will be very bad! So, I-”

Gooey’s eyes looked all around. Coo nodded.

“I see. Perhaps the ingredients for Pirka’s little ‘puppet potion’ are seeping into the lake from the tree that she planted. The lake’s water contains the potion, and, if the water becomes rain and pours down on the land, all the inhabitants of the Rainbow Islands will become her servants.”

The plan was much too terrifying. Kirby and the gang were at a loss for words. While they had all fallen silent, at last, Kine broke said silence.

“Is that so~? So Gooey piled up those stones to protect everyone~.”

“Uh-huh! She tried to break the stones, but I fought back.”

“You really did that, huh?...”

Rick reached out his arms and pulled Gooey into a tight hug. Gooey could only let out a “NGYTS” in an odd voice.

“Everyone will suffer without rain, but it’s better than being Pirka’s puppet!” Rick yelled, nuzzling his cheeks against Gooey. “Thanks, Gooey!”

“...eheheh.”

Gooey felt awkward.

“Gooey plugged up the lake with the stones to stop Pirka’s evil plan,” Coo said, “she tried to destroy them, but, because Gooey was so strong, she was no match for him. So, she devised a plan.”

“She let Gooey attack her, and then fell from the sky,” Rick said, seeming frustrated, “she completely fooled us, and lured us all the way up here!”

“Indeed. She threw one of the tree’s fruits into Gooey’s throat, and it got stuck. The strategy was to get us to drive Gooey back.”

Coo looked at Gooey.

“Once you know the truth, all of Gooey’s actions and Pirka’s words make sense. When he suddenly attacked Kirby, I was shocked, but-”

Kirby nodded his head.

“Yeah! I can’t help but wonder, why did he attack us?”

“Y’see, it’s because she was gonna push Kirby in.”

“What? Pirka?”

“Yes.”

Coo nodded his head.

“At that time, Pirka was pretending to be scared, and hid behind Kirby. That would’ve given her the opportunity to push him into the lake, causing him to become her puppet.”

“No way…”

Kirby tried to re-think this. At that time, he was standing close to the lake. Pirka was hiding behind him. He had felt sorry for Pirka, who had seemed so scared, but she was just looking for a chance to push him into the lake…

“She was the one who said there was probably some bad guy hiding in the lake, right~?” Kine said, “

“Indeed,” Coo said, “at that time, Kine had tried to jump into the lake, but Gooey stopped him…. Huh?”

Coo had an odd expression.

“Wait, Gooey, at that time, you jumped out of the lake, did you not?”

“Yup. If everyone found me, we were gonna fight again, so I hid in the lake. And then Kine was about to jump in, so I had to stop him.”

“Why are you alright?”

Hearing Coo’s words, the group exchanged looks.

“Now that you mention it, it is weird,” Rick said, “if he drank some of the lakewater, he’d be under Pirka’s control, right? But even then, Gooey, why did you dive into the lake?”

“Huh? Umm?...”

Gooey tilted his head.

“Because I tried not to drink it…?”

“Even with that said, if you were under there for such a long time, wouldn’t you have drunk even a little?”

“Ummm… well…. Maybe I drank a little?”

“How are you fine then? When King Dedede and Meta Knight were controlled in an instant?”

“Er… well…?”

It seemed that even Gooey himself didn’t understand.

“I feel that Gooey is a bottomless pit of secrets,” Coo said, “perhaps Pirka’s spell doesn’t work on idiosyncrasies.”

Everyone looked at Gooey. Gooey waved his tongue around with a carefree face.

“Guess Gooey’s just different,” Rick said, “wish I was an idiosyncrasy too. Anyways, we can’t just leave things the way they are. We’ve gotta clean the lakewater.”

“What do we do?”

“Hey~ guys, I’ve got an idea!”

Kine raised his pectoral fin like a hand.

“Let’s drain the lakewater and replace it~!” he said.

“How will we do that? There’s a lot of water.”

“Is that so~? Well…”

“Anyway,” Coo said, “let’s examine that tree. It seems to be the source of the puppet spell. It may hold clues as to how to reverse it.”

Kirby and co. headed toward the tree on the lake’s shore.

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - there is a fight scene included

I am not dead, just extremely busy. My summer lacrosse season just ended, so hopefully I get some inspiration to write some new chapters. In the meantime, I hope this will tide you over for some time.

Keep in mind, this was written weeks ago, so I am not in the mood to answer any weirdly specific questions about my artistic choices. In other words, if you don't like it, you don't have to read it! I know, it's a truly monumental realization.

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Ω ♆ Ω

By the grace of the gods, the group managed to pass the sirens without an issue. It seemed like the mortals had finally accepted that it was in their best interest to listen to the Seven. So, as soon as Percy warned everyone to fill their ears with wax, they filled their ears with wax. Of course there were a few complaints, but that was expected. Nobody was perfect (no matter what Narcissus insists).

From there on out, the nerves were building. Percy had informed the team that their next stop would be Polyphemus' island, and everybody, mortal and demigod alike, knew what that place was. It was where the most infamous cyclops lived, but most importantly, it was where Annabeth was being held, if Percy's father was to be trusted.

Since it would still be another two hours or so, according to the sea expert, until they reached the island, the group decided to try resting. Some tried to nap, while others sharpened their weapons or hung out on the deck. It was futile, but they were trying to prepare themselves for a situation that they had never before encountered, not even Percy.

It was safe to say that everyone was scared shitless.

Ω ♆ Ω

Leo had decided to go downstairs and tinker with some stuff from his belt as a distraction from their impending doom. It was working too! He was in his own little world that only machines could enter. That is, until Tony Stark walked up to him.

"Whatcha doing, kid?" he asked, peering over Leo's shoulder to catch a glimpse at the boy's creation.

"I'm making a mini automaton to help us find Annabeth when we get to the island," was the answer.

Taking a closer look, Tony started to see it. It was a very small machine, but if you looked closely, it was clear that it was made of metal. The automaton was about the size of a quarter, and looked like a celestial bronze spider. Leo was currently adding the last two legs to it when Tony walked up.

When Leo looked up, he held up his creation with a proud smile. "This baby can be our spy. It's eyes are tiny cameras, and it's made almost completely of celestial bronze. We can send this in, and then know where Annabeth is before we storm the place."

Tony nodded, "Yeah... Pretty good idea, kid."

And ok, so Leo was freaking out a little bit on the inside because one of his idols had just complimented his work. But on the outside, he just smiled a little wider.

"You haven't even seen the best part. You've gotta see it after I turn it on. I added stealth-mode so nobody should even be able to know it's there," Leo said, grabbing the spider and flipping it over to press a button.

As soon as he had, the spider flipped itself over in his hand and started crawling up his arm. Tony was a little creeped out, but it was blocked by the fascination for this new kind of science the demigods had. The spider should have to be controlled by a human, but it was moving like it was almost...thinking on its own. There was no way it had an AI, but that was the only solution his mortal brain could come up with.

"Is it an AI?" he asked.

"Nope. It's a greek automaton. They don't need AIs. I programmed it to listen to a few simple commands when needed, but if we don't order it around, it'll just stick around me waiting for orders. Pretty cool, right?"

"Awesome," Tony whispered, in awe of how smart this seventeen year old kid was.

"Thanks. I think I finished it just in time because I heard Percy calling us back upstairs," Leo said. Before he had even finished he was walking towards the deck, not a care in the world for the metal spider crawling around on him.

"Oh, I'm definitely becoming friends with this kid," Tony muttered to himself before following Leo.

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"Did you get it done, Leo?" Percy asked as soon as he had seen him.

"Yep. Here it is." Leo held up the automaton-spider.

Percy smirked. "Oh, Annabeth's gonna love that."

Leo shrugged, acting clueless. "I have no idea what you're talking about. The spider was just the first thing I could come up with."

"Sure it was," Piper snorted.

Leo fake-gasped. "Beauty Queen! How could you ever think I would lie?! I would never!"

Clint whispered to Natasha, "The kids clearly have a strong bond that only comes from fighting for their lives with each other."

Frank turned to them, surprising the spies that he had heard them, "No shit, Sherlock."

Before anything else could be said, Percy reclaimed the entire group's attention. "If you look to the right, you can see Polyphemus' island. We're going to dock on the south side of the island because that is the only way to get on without climbing a cliff and facing carnivorous sheep. Hazel should be able to disguise the ship until we invade the base, so don't worry about being seen. Leo will send in his spider to check things out and then we'll follow after we know where Annabeth is. Everybody got that?"

At the noises of affirmation, Percy nodded. "Good. Suit up if you're not already."

Of course, Tony had to break the calm solemnity by saying, "Cap, I thought that was your line?"

Everybody collectively rolled their eyes.

Ω ♆ Ω

After they docked, Leo released his spider with specific orders to find Annabeth Chase while staying hidden. That was working until Polyphemus' stupid super-senses could smell the celestial bronze. Leo hadn't known that a blind cyclops would be able to smell metal, but you learn something new everyday, right?

The spider lasted all of five minutes in the cave before Polyphemus smelled it and crushed it under his giant smelly foot. Percy had thought that the cyclops would take longer to reform, but when had he ever been that lucky? Something that completely baffled him was how the mortals got him to not eat them. The dude had been pretty desperate for food the last time Percy had run into him, so how had the weird boss guy gotten him to hold off?

The only thing he could think of for them to feed him would be...nope! He's not going there right now.

The last thing the spider had transmitted to the group was a picture of a mortal holding a gun to Annabeth's head while she was gagged and chained. It made his blood boil.

"I'm going to kill them," He growled, starting to get off the boat and storm the place.

Jason stepped in front of him before he could, "Easy, Perce. You don't know what you're walking into. They want you to go in half-cocked, so we can't give them that. You know Annabeth can handle herself, so just take a breath and we'll figure out a plan."

Percy took a shaky breath, but it did nothing to cool his anger.

"Jace, if you don't step out of my way in the next two seconds, I will be forced to move you, and trust me, you don't want me to do that."

The son of Jupiter stood his ground, "I'm not moving. I know you Percy. Hurting me would go against your fatal flaw. I'm your best friend; your family. I know you would never intentionally hurt me."

Jason glanced over at the rest of the group, who hadn't dared to move if it upset Percy even more. The guy was a ticking time bomb, and they needed to defuse it before it went off and destroyed any chance of getting Annabeth back safely.

Percy almost looked in pain as he spoke his next words, "Jason, I love you. You're my cousin, but Annabeth is my everything. I will hurt you to get to her."

Jason sighed, expecting that answer. "Then at least let us come with you on your suicide mission. I'm not letting you die without me."

"Fine, but hurry up. I'm leaving now," and Percy shoved past Jason and started the trek up to Polyphemus' cave.

Jason turned to the others, who were all staring after Percy with shocked expressions. "Well you heard him! Move your asses!"

That seemed to startle them awake. Everyone but Bruce started moving.

Ω ♆ Ω

By the time the team had been able to catch up to Percy's fast pace, he had already reached the nearest entrance to the cave. It was a dark, narrow path that had walls of rock on either side reaching up for hundreds of feet.

"This is the part in the horror movies where I start screaming at the tv to not go in there and they still go in there," Piper whispered.

They were all just staring at the darkness, and it was getting awkward. For someone who was so hasty to get to Annabeth, Percy was sure taking a long time to get there.

"Are we gonna go in or..." Tony said.

Percy sighed. "Yeah. We're going in. Just don't separate from the group."

He led the way into the cave with Steve right behind him. Percy appreciated having someone else who could take some of the responsibility off his shoulders. Almost his entire time in the godly world, he had been expected to be the leader because of his father, and he had stepped up, but that doesn't mean it didn't weigh on him. Annabeth was the only one who had been able to help him with the stress, and without her, he was losing it. He had already been barely hanging onto his control over his powers, but now without her, what he was doing could barely be called control. It was more like holding back a rampaging bull with a string.

Ten minutes later, they found themselves hiding behind the wall that led to the room where the gang was waiting. Just as the spider had shown them, Annabeth was kneeling under the gang leader's feet while he held a gun to her head.

She looked murderous, so at least something was still normal in the world.

Steve poked his head around and gave a quick scan of the room before turning back to them, "Ok so we've got at least ten humans, with five monsters. One of the monsters is as tall as a building so I think he's the largest threat. Tony, Clint, Nat, and I will deal with the humans if you guys handle the monsters. The main priority is getting Annabeth to safety. Percy, that's your job."

Saying that last bit was just to clarify for everyone else, though they looked like they didn't need to hear it. Percy had a determined look on his face, one that said he wasn't going to allow anyone else to have his assignment.

"You got it, boss," Tony remarked. "Do you just want to storm in there?"

Before he could get an answer, Percy charged into the room, leaving his friends entirely unshocked, but the Avengers were looking a little mad.

"Don't worry, plans aren't really his thing. Even if we do make them, they never go our way. It's better to go with the flow when fighting with Percy," Hazel reassured, and then turned to follow her godly cousin. The rest of the Seven followed, leaving the Avengers to just stare at each other in confusion.

"I like their style," Tony said before flying into the room.

Natasha sighed. "I'm really starting to regret meeting these kids."

Clint smirked at her before leaving, closely followed by Steve and the Black Widow herself. For all three of them, everything about this mission was against their nature, but there wasn't much they could do about it. They were in unknown territory with a group of newly-allied teens and no backup. It was a shitshow before they had even left.

Ω ♆ Ω

Frank was fighting a dracaena, and it was making it super annoying. The thing would not stop talking about grocery stores. It was quite distracting when trying to kill it.

"Seriously! Can you believe how nobody can see how bad those chains are?!" it exclaimed.

Frank sighed, ready for it to be over. Whenever he would try to stab it, it would just slither away right at the last second, all the while continuing to complain.

He decided to use his shapeshifting abilities to catch the thing off-guard. In reality, he could probably deal with it in seconds, but when he really used his inner son of Mars, it drained him. He needed to save his strength if he was going to fight Polyphemus.

Speaking of, so far, the cyclops had stayed out of the fighting. He was just sitting on his throne made of rock, picking at his teeth with what Frank really hoped wasn't a human bone.

Frank changed into a squirrel for a second, climbing up onto the back of the dracaena with the animal's speed and before the monster could react, he changed back into a human and stabbed it through the back with his spear.

"Huh. I guess you can shut up," he remarked as the monster turned into dust.

After, Frank turned to help Hazel take down an empousa. She had already defeated four before that, so it was a pretty easy fight. He had been keeping an eye on her throughout his fight. Sure, he trusted she could take care of herself, but it was also his job to watch her back.

"Thanks," Hazel told him with a quick peck on the cheek after they finished.

Believe it or not, that kiss on the cheek was a major improvement. It had been a real adjustment for Hazel to learn how couples expressed affection nowadays, and it had taken even longer to start showing it herself. It helped that Frank preferred words over touch, too.

"No problem."

Ω ♆ Ω

"Get some, térata!" Leo screamed, running up to the manticore and sending giant, continuous blasts of fire at it.

He had heard of Dr. Thorn from Nico, Percy, and Annabeth before, and had somehow retained the knowledge that it was extremely durable on the outside. That meant that he had to think smart in order to beat it.

So far, Leo was distracting it and holding it off with his fire while he thought of a plan. However, he could only hold it off for so long. He would eventually tire out.

Come on, Leo, THINK!

Then it hit him.

It was so simple! He had been told the story of how the Nemean lion was defeated at Camp. Now usually, he would totally ignore any schooling he was given, but the stuff they were taught at Camp was much more interesting than algebra. So yeah, he remembered some stuff.

So, he decided that his best shot at beating Dr. Thorn was landing a large enough hit inside of him. That meant he had to figure out a way to get him to open his mouth. That wasn't really the hard part, though. The hard part was figuring out how to not die when he had to get closer to the monster.

"Estoy jodido..." he muttered before taking a step forward, never once stopping his assault on the beast.

The Manticore didn't seem to be moving back from the intensity, but rather reveling in the fact that he hadn't gained one burn from the fight. He was just waiting out Leo.

That was not a fun revelation for the son of Hephaestus to have.

And that was when the thorns started attacking him. He should've been expecting it, really. The guy had a tail of poisonous thorns and he hadn't used it yet? Something should've registered in his mind. But that was past-Leo's mistake. Present-Leo had to deal with the super tall, scary, poisonous, and royally pissed-off greek monster in front of him.

Dr. Thorn let out a war cry and swung his tail around, releasing a line of spikes at Leo, who managed to just barely duck out of the way. He was not keen on becoming swiss cheese!

"Ok. It's time to end this." Leo sighed in annoyance, jumping back up and charging.

He swung his battle hammer up and lit it on fire, deciding that he might as well stick with the common theme of stupid ideas. He managed to keep dodging attacks all the way up until he was within ten feet of the manticore. Then, he threw his weapon at the monster, praying to Apollo for good aim. He had fixed the sun chariot plenty of times, so the god had to owe him at least one favor.

Once again, Leo's stupid demigod luck kicked in and the hammer somehow embedded itself in the monster's mouth, which had been opened in a prideful roar. Honestly, the son of Hephaestus didn't know HOW he did it, just that it worked.

With the distraction of having a flaming hammer in his mouth, Dr. Thorn didn't see Leo running up with his arms raised and prepared to fire. By the time he did, it was too late because long blasts of fire were flying straight towards his open mouth.

The monster was able to mutter a silent curse before he disintegrated into dust, once again sent to Tartarus.

"Take that, bitch."

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Piper was absolutely sure the Fates were laughing at her. They had to be. There was no way that she just happened to be stuck with the two empousa. It didn't help that Jason was struggling to not drool over the girls. She just had to keep chanting in her head that the monsters were using their charm powers on him, and he was not actually attracted to the disgusting things.

After the two monsters tried to both swipe at her at the same time, she growled and shouted, "Jason! Get your head in the game and come help me!"

He had been blinking and shaking his head for the past two minutes and it was getting quite frustrating to have these donkey-cyborg-vampires ganging up on her with no back-up. Once this was over, she was going to make Jason work to get back in her good graces.

With just a little bit of her charmspeak added into her order, Jason was finally able to break free from the empousai's spell. He quickly willed his gladius to be a javelin and launched it through one of the monsters, which made it explode into a shower of golden dust. A traitorous part of Piper's brain insisted on calling that move hot, but she was able to school her expression back into a scowl before her boyfriend could notice.

The other empousa let out a shriek and said, "You MONSTERS! That was my sister! I'll make you pay for that!"

They only had a second to appreciate the irony before she launched herself at them with even more fervor than before, fueled by the rage of losing her "sister."

Jason couldn't help but notice how she was wearing a cheerleading costume. It was very ripped and destroyed, but it was clearly a cheerleading uniform. And as he was deflecting her claws, the ADHD part of his brain realized that the logo on the uniform was for Goode High School, Percy's old school. He almost wanted to laugh when he remembered the story of Kelli, an empousa acting as a cheerleader during Percy's freshman orientation. Percy had always said the monster had a nasty habit of coming back quickly, but Jason had just thought it was an exaggeration. But no, he and Piper were really fighting Kelli, one of Percy's recurring monsters.

It would be hilarious later, truly. But for now, he had to actually kill the thing.

Kelli had backed off when she realized that attacking out of rage wasn't going to work against two experienced demigods, and that also gave Jason and Piper a chance to make a plan themselves.

"Got any ideas?" he asked Piper.

She grinned with a terrifying amount of murderous glee. "I thought you'd never ask."

And then she told him her plan, which was essentially just using him as bait while she got to do all the killing. The prideful Roman part of him wanted to insist on him killing it, but he managed to reign that in when he saw the look on Piper's face. She was not asking, she was telling. Who was he to say no, especially after he hadn't been able to fully resist the empousai's charm?

A scary thought told him he was turning into Percy. He brushed that off for later nightmares.

"Come get me, bloodsucker!" He shouted, raising his arms up in a taunting manner. If he was acting like Percy, might as well go all the way right?

With yet another shriek, Kelli stormed at Jason, completely disregarding the daughter of Aphrodite that was stepping back and preparing to literally stab the monster in the back with her dagger.

Sometimes Jason wonders how a creature could be so stupid. Their plan was so obvious!

It went off without a hitch, technically. Piper let the empousa get a little too close for comfort before she killed it, but he trusted her to get the job done and she came through. Kelli had been prepped and ready to bite into his neck right before she exploded into dust.

It was one Hades of a trust exercise, that's for sure.

"Please don't let it get that close next time, Pipes," he breathed out while he put away Juno's Gladius.

Piper gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Not a chance, Superman."

Ω ♆ Ω

Considering the circumstances, the Avengers weren't doing half-bad. They were actually fairing pretty well. They knew how to deal with humans, so their job wasn't that hard. The only difficulty was that there were four of them and ten of the bad guys. They were sorely outnumbered.

Currently, Steve was fighting two at once, with a third opponent already knocked out a few feet away. He was blocking one with his shield while punching the other in the face. He then switched roles, instead kicking the first attacker and driving his shield into the gut of the second. The one he gutted gasped and fell to the ground, and was knocked unconscious was a simple hit to the temple. While he was distracted with taking down his partner, the still-conscious bad guy recovered from the kick and was able to land a hit to the back of Steve's head. Clearly, the fighter had been prepared to have achieved some form of disorientation from the Captain, but all he got was a pissed-off Avenger.

"That tickled."

It took less than five seconds for Steve to take him down after that.

Natasha also started with three adversaries. Key word being 'started.' It had taken barely any time to take down the first two. And all she had to do for the third was a scissor kick and hold until he passed out. She had just finished doing that when a call from Clint got her attention.

"Nat!" he shouted.

She turned on instinct and threw a throwing knife at the person running up behind her straight into their chest. They stopped with shocked features before falling to the ground in a heap, dead weight pushing the knife even further in and no doubt killing them faster.

"Getting rusty, Clint?" she teased, throwing a look over at her friend.

"No," he defended. "I'm just making sure you're not getting rusty!"

The archer hadn't realised one of his two attackers had sneaked off to go after the "bigger threat." He would never let Nat know he thought she was the bigger threat, though. That would be fueling an ego he knew was somewhere deep down in her.

Tony had been given two people to fight as well, and he was doing pretty well. He had the obvious advantage of being in the air, so all the gang members he was fighting could do was try to shoot at him with their guns, and his armor was designed to withstand a nuclear bomb. Bullets weren't gonna do much damage.

"Guys, seriously, we should just talk this out. We both KNOW I'm going to be knocking you both out in five seconds, so why don't you surrender instead? It'll be so much easier for the both of us!" he said, raising his hands and readying his repulsors.

As expected, the bad guys didn't show any sign of slowing down their useless attack on him. With a roll of his eyes and an obnoxious sigh, Iron Man shot them both in the chest, knocking them out cold.

"That felt too easy. Did that feel too easy to you?" He asked the other Avengers as they gathered back together.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I agree with Tony," Natasha said, "That fight was too good to be true."

Now that the truth had been revealed to them, the Avengers could blame what happened next on the Fates.

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duker42 · 4 years

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💟could I request one where Levi thought his s/o died in an expedition eaten by titans but somehow she managed to survive and then when she goes back to the walls and he sees her he breaks down cuz he had suffered a lot when he thought she was dead and maybe some smut with submissive Levi just needing to be held and love by his girlfriend?? Idk why but I’m in the mood for some vulnerable Levi.💟

*****WARNING NSFW*****

💜Returned💜

Everyone in Y/N’s squad said that she had been eaten by a Titan. Swallowed whole. Levi stood there absorbing the words as not one of the people who worked under Squad Leader Y/N would meet his gaze.

He was numb, but really he wanted to go on a rampage and scream while destroying every Titan in his path. The smallest comfort could be found in the fact that she wasn’t bitten in half. As horrible as that was, he wasn’t able to see half of the body of the woman he loved.

He thought about Y/N, about how he should have been there. It was the story of his life, never there when needed. When they reached the walls, he went back to his quarters and stood under the water of his shower until it ran icy cold, grief and not the cold making him shiver.

Levi stayed in his office, not working, but walking around the room. He was touching all the little things that were Y/N’s that had been scattered about. While she had her own office, she spent more time in here, especially since they used his rooms as their quarters. Eventually most of everything she owned had worked its way over, a few items at a time.

He touched the small porcelain figurine Y/N had. It was of a dancer, something that had been handed down through her family for generations. It stood next to the porcelain tea set that was also a family heirloom. She had given it to Levi, telling him that he was her family now. He had never forgotten how it felt that day, how she had made him want a future with her outside of the Scouts. But that was all gone now.

He heard the door open, turned to snarl at whoever dared to enter his office when he stopped dead. His eyes widened and he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth.

Y/N stood there in the doorway. She was covered from head to toe in a thick slime from the Titan, her expression exhausted and her eyes heavy.

“Y/N!” Levi sprinted for the door and grabbed her, not caring that she was disgusting covered in that Titan goo. He crushed her weary body to his as his vision blurred from tears. “How?”

“I cut my way out of the Titan. I guess covered in this crap the Titan’s though I was vomit, because they ignored me.” Y/N’s voice was muffled due to her mouth behind against Levi’s shirt. “I found a horse and made my way back.”

Levi forced himself to push away from Y/N. She needed a shower and she was clearly tired. He lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom. She gave a sigh of disgust as she noticed that she had ruined his clothes, but he could care less about that.

He stripped her down, being gentle as he pried away her clothes that had stuck to her skin from the drying Titan spit. The water had warmed up again, something he was grateful for when he stripped down and pulled her under the spray to start washing her from head to toe.

Y/N enjoyed it, just hung on to his shoulder’s as he bent down and cleaned her. She had been really afraid that she wasn’t going to make it back this time, that her luck had run out. But her will to survive and make it back to Levi was stronger than she had imagined. She knew that she would have to answer a million questions from Hanji about how she had escaped, but for the moment, she just wanted to remind herself she was alive with her lover.

When she was clean, she stopped him from drying her off, taking her towel and handing him his own. She wanted to smile at the small look of disappointment that crossed his face.

When they were dry, she tugged him into their bedroom and pushed him down on the soft mattress. She wanted to go to sleep, but she wanted him more.

Levi sat back, eyes interested when Y/N came over to straddle his thighs. He pushed back to center himself on the bed as he pulled her with him. His ashen orbs screamed for her touch and she knew that the idea of her being lost had devastated him. He needed this even more than she did.

He whimpered slightly as her damp hair brushed across his chest, her lips attached to his neck as she started kissing her way down his throat. His hands were running down her sides and up her back, trying to cover as much of her skin as possible.

When she reached his chest, she flicked her tongue across his nipple, making him hiss in pleasure. He loved it as much as he hated admitting it. Her teeth grazed over the peak, making Levi’s hip buck up to rub his hardened cock against her dampening core.

Y/N groaned as she pressed her weight down on him, making his eyes flutter closed and his hands to move to her waist and tighten there. She kissed and nipped at the skin on his chest, moving down to his abs. She lingered there, knowing that it would drive him insane as her tongue traced the groves in his muscles.

“Y/N, please.” His croaked plea was choked out as he groaned. He wanted to feel her, needed her so damn badly. He had almost lost her and needed this to feel like he hadn’t lost her and his damn mind. To know that it was real, that she was actually here with him.

She had lost her patience, needing to feel him just as badly. She moved back up his body and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. Tilting her hips, the tip of his cock nudged against her wet entrance and she slowly settled back, pushing him inside her body as her tongue pushed into his mouth.

She swallowed his groan as she felt him hit her back wall, fully embedded in her body. There was a pleasant throbbing, from his heartbeat that she could feel inside her inner walls, the muscles contracting around him at the pleasure.

She sat like that for a long moment, enjoying the feel of him inside her again, his arms wrapped around her. Soon enough she started moving, slowly rotating her hips, unwilling to have him pull out of her.

The rocking motion made Levi shudder, his hands pushing her down a bit harder as she rode him. He always wondered how she a managed to make his cock throb and feel so good just by twisting those hips and clamping down on him with her tight pussy.

The tempo picked up, the groans and pleas filling their bedroom as she moved over him. Levi stared up at Y/N as her eyes were closed in pleasure, a small whimper leaving her mouth as his cock brushed up against her g-spot.

Her body was milking his cock deliciously, making him gasp when she tightened around him. The buildup of his release pushing closer with every thrust of her hips against him. He felt her engorged clit rubbing against the trimmed hair above his groin, making her cry out when it rubbed her just right.

She was just as close as he was, the peak so close. Y/N leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue darting inside his mouth to tangle with his as she felt herself drop over the edge.

Her body shuddered as she jerked her hips harder against him. Her body moving on its own as wave after wave of blinding pleasure raced over her, making her moan his name as she kissed him.

Levi felt her release wash over him, the rush of heat and wetness that drenched him. It made him push his hips up harder, breaking the kiss to throw his head back and gasp out her name. His own orgasm making him groan as he pumped his cum into her body as he pulled her tight against him.

The silence afterwards was peaceful, the ragged breathing as they tried to calm down. Y/N had thrown herself down on him, her head buried in his shoulder when she had finished. Levi lazily stroking her back as the throbbing of their sexes continued as they lay there.

Levi wanted to get up to shower again, they were covered in cum. But for the moment he was just content to lay there, knowing that she had not left him. She had returned to him.

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roninreverie · 5 years

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All My Fault

Another Adrien gets Akumatized fic for all you Miraculous Ladybug fic readers! The idea struck me on a break and this is what happened. Please enjoy!

Hopefully the “Keep Reading” works this time.

Also, here is the link for [A03!]

Gabriel walked to his place in the observatory and stopped just before the grand window shutting out the beautiful view of Paris. He was already dawned in the gear of his super villain alter-ego, and Mayura was already at his side in her own, ready to put their ploys into work yet again.

“Today will be the day that all of our efforts finally pay off Nathalie, I can feel it.”

She nodded, her eyes stern but it was a hopeful gesture nonetheless. She had been helping her boss to try and capture Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses, but if they succeeded… oh… if they succeeded… then perhaps the Agreste family would go back to the way it used to be. For Gabriel’s sake, as well as for Adrien’s, this was Nathalie’s only wish, and she would see it through, no matter what the efforts wound up costing her.

“Somewhere out there is our ticket to the Miraculouses. Now, we need only find it and then—”

*Clunk*

A clatter, a small clatter, but it was enough to cause both villains to turn in shock. An intruder? Impossible! The observatory was kept in complete secret, and the hidden entrance in Gabriel’s office was the only way in or out, that he made sure of long, long ago.

And yet... who else did the two see, pressed back against the wall, but Adrien Agreste himself, his young eyes confused and hurt more than either had ever seen them, and as Gabriel's mouth dropped open in stupefied horror, Nathalie could only look into his eyes and feel her heart sink.

“Adrien!”

Papillon said his name through a shocked gasp, though despite his mask, Adrien now recognized the voice and eyes of his father. He had seen him transform, had heard his speech, and despite all of the truths piling up around him, he still couldn’t bear to believe it.

The window opened, shedding cruel rays of sunlight into the chamber, and causing all three to be illuminated just as vividly as the hundreds of white butterflies fluttering throughout the room.

Gabriel could feel the raw negative emotions swirling through his own son in strengths that he had never once sensed before, and all he could do was formulate one shocked response. Not an apology, not an excuse, just one question that took hold of every other thought inside his own mind.

“How did you get in here?”

Adrien’s breaths were hard, the shock still frozen on his face as his green eyes darted from Papillon to Mayura and back again. He shut them, clenching them so tightly that he thought if he perhaps tried hard enough, he could open them to see something else standing before him. Something else. Anything else! But... as his eyes opened, the scene did not change, and his shock faded away into confusion, and then into anger.

“What have the two of you done?”

His voice was like a whisper, the hurt in his throat audible to every ear in the observatory, but the words came out slow and steady as the young boy tried his hardest to understand.

Gabriel let out a breath.

“I know how upset you must be, but try to understand— ”

“Understand what!” he screamed, his voice enraged as he interrupted his father, no restraint bared. He shot out a fist and took a step forward, his shouts echoing off the walls like the tolling of a bell. “Understand that you two are the villains who've been tormenting all of Paris? That you will stop at nothing to get Ladybug and Chat Noir's miraculous? Father, how could you!?"

“It’s not that simple, Adrien.”

He turned at the sound of Nathalie’s voice coming from Mayura.

“And you too, Nathalie? Just how long have you been helping him?”

The pain in his eyes was too much, and she merely bowed her head and looked to Gabriel to explain this to his son. She always worried this might happen, but hoped beyond anything else that it never would. Now that it had, she had no idea what to say to him, not face to face. Not like this.

Gabriel took the hint and stepped forward, though as he did his son reflexively took a step back. He stopped and stared down at Adrien then. Adrien… his own son... who looked back up into his eyes as though meeting a stranger for the first time.

“Nathalie has known since the beginning, and her loyalty to us is unparalleled. Know that we did this for you, Adrien, and for your mother.”

“Mom? What does she have to do with all of this?”

As if on cue, Nathalie let out a cough that cut through the newfound silence in the room, and she shot her boss an apologetic look.

“What’s wrong?” Adrien asked, a bit of concern laced through his voice, but his eyes still as distrusting and wary as ever.

“Nathalie and I get our power from Miraculouses, just like Ladybug and Chat Noir. The Peacock Miraculous, which Nathalie uses, is damaged, and wearing it causes adverse effects on its user.”

“So it is not only wrong, what you two are doing, but it’s also dangerous! Why on Earth would you continue wearing it, Nathalie?”

She parted her lips to speak, but Gabriel beat her to it.

“For the same reasons as I am. For you, for your mother, and for our family!”

“You say that, but I still don’t understand. How does akumatizing the people of Paris help find Mom? Nobody knows where she is!”

“That’s not true, Son. I know deep down, you are connecting the dots together on your own. You know the truth.”

Adrien shook his head. His mother’s disappearance, Papillon’s rise, the Peacock Miraculous damaging its user—

Of course the clues revealed a story, but the theories were far too impossible to believe. He’d wondered “why” for so long that knowing the truth now somehow just didn’t feel right.

He shook his head.

“You’re lying. You have to be lying!”

“I’m not.” Gabriel took another step forward and reached out to touch Adrien’s shoulder. “I know you must have so many questions—”

Adrien slapped his encroaching hand away and started forward.

“I don’t care what your reasons are! I can’t trust anything you say, not after all of this! I can’t believe a word said from either of you! Even if there is some truth behind what you’re saying, that doesn’t matter. Hurting people just to get what you want is selfish and wrong! You can’t just steal from someone else’s life in order to benefit your own! You just can’t!”

Papillon’s eyes were wide, but he retracted his hand and placed it back on his cane as he took a few startled steps backwards with every sharp accusation hammered into him from Adrien’s words. Nathalie could only watch, assuming all the feelings of pent up rage Adrien had been harboring towards his father were being released now like an open floodgate.

When he was finally done, his face nearly red from lack of breath, Adrien turned and started back towards the door.

“I can’t allow the two of you to get away with this. I’ll put a stop to this, all of this!”

Nathalie reached out her arm, but Gabriel held out his hand to halt her.

“Very well Adrien, go and tell whoever you’d like. Tell all of Paris if you wish, but whether or not any of them believe you, it is no different. I cannot allow you to stand in my way, not now, not when we’re so close to achieving our goal.”

“Don’t try and stop me!"

He continued to walk away, the emotions still swelling within him.

“If you will not listen, and you will not see reason, then you leave me no choice but to find a different outlet for you to let loose your pain.”

“Sir?” Nathalie gasped, astounded by what she's hearing from the threat in her boss' voice.

A butterfly flew down into Mr. Agreste’s hand as he sent waves of negativity coursing into it, the wings gently lifting off after being corrupted.

“Your anger will be the final sacrifice I make to ensure our family is finally back together again, Adrien!”

He turned back just in time to see the akuma coming towards him and his eyes shot wide. There was no way to calm his emotions, not after this, not after such a huge betrayal to his heart. He would be akumatized and there was nothing he could do to stop the butterfly’s path.

What would happen to Plagg if he were akumatized? What about Ladybug? Could she get to one of the other heroes in time to stop his rampage or would she be waiting for Chat Noir who would never appear to help her? It was no matter, his Lady would figure something out, she always did. Chat Noir might be out of the fight, but he knew, no matter what, that Ladybug would fix everything just like she always did, and if he could get to her, maybe he could reveal his father and Nathalie and she could help him deal with them as well.

He felt the akuma strike his skin, and struggled to fight it off to his last conscious breath.

“Ladybug will stop you!" he grunted. "Even if I can’t."

His brows were arched so low that Gabriel hardly recognized the face staring back at him from his son, but the Akuma did its work, and Adrien’s mind was his at last.

He was too torn apart, too angry, too heartbroken to resist the akuma's influence, and to be the cause of such emotion in his own son—

No, he would make up for it once everything was back to normal. Adrien would understand everything and forgive him once Emilie was back, Gabriel was sure of it.

“Adrien, join me and together we will repair everything that is broken, and work together to fix our family. Only then will you finally have all the answers you seek.”

Adrien bowed his head, and with a final grumble, he resisted Papillon’s voice no longer.

“Alright Father.”

He transformed, but Gabriel wasn’t sure what powers or name would become of his child. He wondered if he’d made the right decision sending Adrien out to fight Ladybug and Chat Noir, but... Adrien was his son of course... His son! He was better than all the people of Paris combined, and Adrien was smart and skilled enough to make anything a reality, even this seemingly impossible and never ending task of getting the Miraculouses of creation and destruction that he so desired.

“Bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous, and then we’ll be able to make everything right, do you understand, Son?”

“I understand, Father.” Adrien looked up, the stare of wickedness almost alien on his normally kind face. He snickered and continued looking at him in such disdain before his voice chilled like ice and his words came through a snake-thin grin. “But why in the world do you think I would ever continue taking orders from you?”

Mayura gasped.

*KA-BOOM!*

Both Nathalie and Gabriel were speechless, and unable to prepare themselves for the explosion to come, and by the time the smoke cleared, Adrien was gone, the window shattered, and the collected butterflies escaping through the open glass.

The influence of the Akuma was following him, of course, and Gabriel could still sense his son even while he was on the move, but Adrien himself had gone entirely rogue from the Akuma’s control.

Mayura and Papillon stared out the window at Paris, the destruction the influenced Adrien was going to cause, and for once, Gabriel felt guilty about what he had done, both to his son and to the people of Paris.

Adrien was too good to understand his reasons for becoming Papillon, too strong to be influenced by the Akuma completely, and he was far too dramatic (just like his mother) to just sit back and do nothing with his feelings. No, what else could he have expected but this exact outcome?

Nathalie stared her boss down, the sharp tone in her voice a contrast to his lingering shock.

“What do we do now, Gabriel?”

But he had no answer. As the two of them watched the carnage below, Gabriel felt a weight sinking down into his chest as it finally hit him. He had completely lost his only son, and there was no one else to blame for this except himself.

“This is all my fault.”

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #gabriel agreste #nathalie sancoeur #hawkmoth #akumatized adrien #papillon #mayura #angst fic #one shot #maybe?

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muses-of-ideen · 6 years

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Guardian’s Fall Excerpt

This is a part of Guardian’s Fall that I’ve been working on on and off. I’ll be adding more to it over time, and I’ll reblog it when I do, but this is the chapter where Tiras nearly loses himself to his Curse and Pyrha has been tasked with bringing him back as punishment for sending him into his downward spiral in the first place.

Please note that this chapter will contain themes of abuse, psychosis, racial discrimination, and general tragedy over the course of being written.

When Pyrha awoke, the sight that met her was a sea of blackness- no sky, no stars, no earth beneath her feet, neither the comfort of warmth nor the frightful cold. And, as she began to become aware of herself in that space, the only thing she felt was in her heart; an overwhelming presence of hatred and despair. Quickly, it brought her to her knees, first shaking and gasping as the feel of a thousand knives dug themselves into her ribs and chest, then sobbing and screaming, her hands tearing at her hair and ears as emotions that weren’t hers overwhelmed her. It was the feeling of being betrayed by the only people who’d ever cared, the feeling of hope crushed by remorse- like everyone she ever loved had died spitting words of venom in her face. It was enough to break a person. She would rather die than to feel this despaired! Hot tears ran down her cheeks and she choked on the air in her throat. Everything hurt. Everything burned. She wanted to die. She’d rather die than suffer endlessly like this! She could feel her sense of self gradually being eroded away by the pain, and she just wanted it to stop-

‘Now do you get it, Priestess? This is the pain you caused him. This is what you are going to fix.,’ came a voice. Despite the voice’s scolding tone, it brought a wave of relief in to muffle the strangling emotions. She found herself able to breathe again, and she swallowed the air of the black void like water. Even the soul needed to breathe, and she felt like hers hadn’t been able to catch its breath for a long time.

“This is… a Curse?”

‘This is what makes a Curse. And it is slowly eating away at Tiras. He has been holding it at bay for many many years, even now he tries to hold it back, but your words drove him over the edge and if nothing is done to fix his broken soul he will turn into a Curse Spirit; suffering endlessly, for eternity, in loneliness and despair, and when he gives in, I too will fall, and all the world’s air will stagnate and sour.’

“What? N-No. There’s no way that what I said did this,” Pyrha retorted. There was no way that just her words would lead to the end of Air! “He’s just weak is all. He’s too sensitive. He didn’t need to take it that seriously!” The wave of relief from before left her and she suddenly found herself once again drowning in a sea of pain and anguish; her Spirit taken from her, her tribesman slain, Spring’s face when she had confronted her, all of it burned and itched at every part of her, a fire that was truly unbearable.

‘You dare to call him weak when he has suffered emotions like these since before he even came to this city! Ignorant child, know your place! He may not always act in the most righteous of ways, but you who refuse to know him cannot presume to act as if you do!’

‘That should be enough of that.’ Another voice, a new calming wave. It wasn’t until Pyrha stopped gasping for breath that she realized that voice belonged to the Phoenix. ‘You are emotional Dragoon because your precious one has been harmed. I would be too; however, she will understand better if she goes in search of his heart rather than continuing to sit here and take your rage. You will lose him.’

“If it’s… that bad… release him from being your Priest. You have others, right?” Pyrha said, her voice still wraspy.

‘The previous Priest, his father, still lives, however that man has strayed from the path. All of his people have. And Tiras is a special existence. He cannot be replaced. There will not be one like him for maybe another thousand years.’

“What-?”

‘A Primae Nocturne, my child. ‘The First Priest.’ Tiras is one of these; a child who will lead his Spirit to prosperity, whose existence revolves entirely around his master even moreso than you or any of the others in that Council. Our love, our children, our honeyed mead: to us Spirits there is none more precious than the First,’ the Phoenix answered.

‘And he has been forsaken by his people, his tribe, his clan. If I abandon him… If I let go of him then his despair may engulf the world. He is… fighting me, trying to make me let go, but I cannot. I… cannot…’ Pyrha had always thought of Spirits as omniscient beings who transcended emotions like sadness and attachment, however the Dragoon’s voice sounded so incredibly sad. The way it spoke of letting go of Tiras was as if it would be killing its own child. It truly, truly loved Tiras. Pyrha gave a sigh, half of reluctance- she still did not believe she should be punished with such a task and that Tiras should just rot off for all she cared, but the Dragoon was insisting otherwise and it would be rude to not only go against the Council Master’s orders, but against a Guardian’s as well.

“Fine. Tell me what I have to do.”

The Council Master sat opposite the two sleeping Priests, hands folded under his chin. He was more than well aware of just how wrong this could all go, and the feathers adorning Tiras’ body had long since begun to jaundice. Several other Priests stood by in case the Tiras finally lost control, but Maeve knew for a fact that they would be powerless in the face of a First Priest. When Tiras lost control- not if, but when- they would all be torn to shreds by the raging winds. The city he had built would not last either; buildings would be picked up and smashed into one another, smaller structures would simply crumble apart. It would be a true calamity. Maeve had heard stories of Curses who had rampaged to such a point that they changed the topography- Curses of Calamity. Tiras would most definitely fall under this category if Pyrha could not bring him out of himself. The Council Master’s grip tightened, finally making the worst case decision just as the air in the room began to turn foul. First is was small wisps and breezes, but then it became clear that the wind was not only picking up, but that it was becoming corrupted. Several Priests moved into position to attack, but Maeve stood and sounded his cane against the ground.

“Cease. Fall back.” With those words, while shooting him wary looks, the Priests fell back behind him. “Darius!” Maeve shouted. “An emergency has occurred!” A wall of the room began to crack- or more precisely, the space in front of the wall rather than the wall itself. Otherworldly light came pouring out, and a being that was clearly neither human, nor Nocturne, nor Spirit emerged from the opening. The creature had skin the color of old ash and sunken black eyes with red irises. On its head, poking out from under neatly slicked black hair were two ram’s horns that curled around pointed ears. Much of him took the shape of a human, however the bottom half of either of his legs resembled the cloven feet of a deer or a horse, and the tail that emerged from its back was long and hairless like a rat’s. However, despite all this, the most unusual part of its appearance was that it donned glasses and the almost uniform wear one would expect of a record keeper. The being adjusted its glasses and spoke.

“Maeve, I am not some familiar you can summon out of thin air. How many times do I have to explain that-”

“Darius, as much as I would love to catch up, we do really have quite the emergency.” The Council Master motioned to the two sleeping youths, the male of while was clearly starting into the final phases of becoming a Curse.

“Well fuck… Can it not be stopped?”

“An effort is being made by the sleeping Ignatian there, however she may not make it in time, and the Spirit attached to him refuses to sever the connection.”

“So it’s a Priest that’s going to turn? Hell Maeve. Why not just summon the Etherial of Death itself and put us out of our misery?!”

“He’s not just any Priest, Darius. He is the Dragoon’s Primae Nocturne- A First Priest.”

“And just what do you expect me to do against a Cursed First Priest?”

“Contain it.”

Pyrha walked down a single lit path in the darkness, passing by faded, dark doors from which disembodied sounds would occasionally exit. She had to find the memory that Tiras had hidden himself in and draw him out, but that was easier said than done.

‘You need to sift through his memories and find the moment he has chosen to relive forever. When you find him, you must convince him not only to come out, but to calm his curse. Right now he is near to falling over the edge, and once he takes that last step, all of us will be lost. I can provide you with guidance on where I believe he may have hidden himself, but that is all I can do. The closer we get, the more he will reject me, so my assistance will not be substantial.’

The Dragoon’s words stuck with her, however she had no idea how to go about trying to convince him to come back. She didn’t particularly care if he did, to be honest. As far as she was concerned, he was just a child throwing a tantrum- a human who was trying to be something more than he could be.

The path turned and lead into a single lit doorway. The design of it was clearly different from the homes of her people, but looking at it made Pyrha feel like she had arrived at home.

‘Open it,’ the Dragoon advised. Pyrha grabbed the handle and held down on the latch, pushing the door in. Strangely, it opened to a park- or at least what looked like a park; shrubbery and small grasses grew intermittently, but the vast majority of the ground was sand, very little of it solid. Children rolled around and played with one another, though most notably there was a lack of toys. Off in the corner she saw a gathering of adults crowded around one small boy who couldn’t have been any older than five. Feeling drawn to it, Pyrha wiggled her way in to find that the boy was Tiras! He was very small, but that hair and those eyes definitely belonged to Tiras! An older gentleman at his side clapped him on the shoulder, and the young Tiras jumped, seeming to panic for a moment.

“Rejoice!” said the man. “For today my son, Tiras, has been chosen to take over my duties as Priest to the Great Dragoon! He will be the next Chief of our people, so be sure to treat him well and the Dragoon will bless us!”

“What?!” Pyrha gasped. “But he’s hardly more than a toddler!” No one in the crowd seemed to respond to her outburst. Rather, they were cheering for the nervous boy in front of them. “Why does no one find this odd? A child can’t bear the responsibilities of Priest! That is why we all fight and train for the honor from the time that we can walk!”

‘Primae Nocturne are special, or did you not remember what I told you?’ It was the sisterly voice of her own Master, and the scolding tone made Pyrha calm herself.

“I do, however this is far too young.”

‘He showed a proficiency for magic as soon as he was born,’ the Dragoon replied. ‘I needed to make it clear to his people that he was a valued existence to be cherished and protected, however my decision may have only made things worse. You must understand, Phoenix Priestess- Tiras’ people are corrupted. They can think of nothing more than their own self-gain because I have trapped them in a land that has so little. Calamity struck several hundred years earlier and threatened to wipe out their people. Rather than forsake them, I created a space that could remain untouched, however it has trapped us all at the bottom of the sea. Their gills are a curse I offered them so that they could remain self-sufficient, one that is completely harmless but only when underwater.’

“So then Tiras-”

‘Truly risked not only his freedom but his life to save you and your Phoenix. Tell me how that is weak or cowardly.’

The boy at the center of the crowd smiled as his father patted his head in pride, but Pyrha could say for certain that this was the only time she’d ever truly seen Tiras smile.

“You do realize that I am not combat oriented, correct?” Darius hissed as they placed up barrier after barrier to try and contain the coming storm. “I mean really, do I look like some kind of all-powerful being to you? I’m not an Etherial, Maeve!”

“Nope, but you’re the next best thing,” the Council Master replied, clapping the Dae on the back. “Besides, you made an interdimensional library that eats people. Don’t tell me you can’t hold off a Curse.”

“Weren’t you just saying that this is no ordinary curse?! Oh if I ever meet my parents I swear I am going to feed you to them!”

“You wouldn’t. You’d need a new conversation partner.”

“Well you look like you’re about to kick the bucket anyways!”

A tap came on the Council Master’s shoulder.

“Council Master, just what is this creature?”

“Oh, right, my apologies,” Maeve said, turning to the throng of confused Priests. “This is Darius- Dae of Knowledge and Space.”

Several of the Priests scrambled back. A Dae was not only an incredibly rare existence, but a powerful one- they were the children of Gods and Spirits and were considered the most powerful beings in the universe that had a physical body. They were also often moody and had a tendency to smite or play with anything that got in their way or caught their attention.

“No need to worry so much. Darius is one of the more accommodating Dae, unlike that one that went around causing wars and making little girls shoot death beams from their eyes. Darius created the Bibliothecam Mortuo, the Library of Lost Knowledge-”

“Of which I am seriously considering revoking your privileges to!”

Maeve gave a chuckle.

“See, perfectly accommodating, although I will admit to being the only human that has said privileges.”

“Maeve, stop showing off to your underlings and get them to help!”

“That being said, who here has confidence in constructing barriers of the magical variety?”

TBA

#Guardian's Fall 002 || Mistakes Were Made {Tensions Rising}#Guardian's Fall #Tiras Wiater #Pyrha Equia #Maeve #Darius #swearing tw #abuse tw #((This is four word doc pages long and it is all I have done today so I'm really hoping someone reads it.))

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reylohno · 6 years

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Rating: T Pairing: Rey/Kylo Ren:Ben Solo Summary: She doesn’t know what to call him anymore, so she decides not to call him anything at all. Post-TLJ reylo.

She doesn’t know what to call him anymore, so she decides not to call him anything at all.

She always feels his presence. Sometimes, he’s nothing but a ghost in the back of her mind, a consciousness swiftly grazing hers before fading back into the darkness it came from. Other times, it’s like he’s standing right in front of her. His scar is slowly healing, but the circles under his eyes keep getting darker. Under his command, the First Order’s army has rampaged through the Outer Rim in search of the last remains of the Resistance, leaving dead bodies and scorched villages in its wake. He’s a merciless leader, feared by enemies and subjects alike.

He trusts no one. No one trusts him either.

Sometimes, their eyes meet. It’s been weeks, yet the feelings of betrayal written on his face haven’t faded at all. The expression she sends him back is probably fairly similar.

What they shared was a cursed bond built on naivety and false pretenses, but no matter how much she tries to deny it, she still misses the man who comforted her when she needed it the most—the man who truly understood what it was like to be lonely.

She sees him swing his crackling lightsaber with powerful movements, destroying anything—and anyone—that gets in his way. Months have passed, but he’s still no closer to finding the Resistance survivors. She hates watching these outbursts, but she doesn’t really have a choice. He’s difficult to ignore when he’s like this.

He notices her and sends her a glare that makes her shudder. Their connection slams shut, and then she’s all alone again.

Except she’s not. She’s not alone. Not anymore. She’s on a base full of friendly Resistance fighters, and Finn lives in the room next to hers. There’s no reason for her to feel lonely. None at all.

And yet, the feeling of emptiness still remains until she senses the faint flicker of a familiar presence in the back of her head.

III

One time, he shows up right when she’s getting dressed. At first, he looks about as shocked as she feels, but then a smug little smirk tugs at his lips. Her blood rushes to her cheeks, and she lets out an undignified shriek.

The boot she throws at him passes straight through him and breaks the mirror on the wall. The bastard is still smirking when his image disappears.

He would have been easier to hate if it weren’t for the pain.

She feels it through the bond sometimes. Just a fraction of it, but more than enough. The faint glimmer of light within him refuses to fade, and the harder he tries to kill it, the more he tears himself apart. He’s become the monster he always pretended to be, a dark shadow looming over the entire galaxy, but he’s still in pain—so much pain she can’t even begin to understand how he’s been able to endure it for all these years.

There’s something terribly wrong with him, that’s for sure, but people made him this way. To Han and Master Luke, he had too much Vader in him. To Snoke, he never had enough. Together, these role models and father figures created the monster called Kylo Ren. All three of them are gone now, but the scars they left in his soul will never heal.

She watches him suffer from afar. The need to reach out to him is nearly unbearable at times, but she can’t allow herself to feel sorry for him. After everything he’s done, he doesn’t deserve her compassion.

But he would have been easier to hate if it weren’t for the pain.

The longing in his eyes keeps getting more prominent.

She prays it’s not as obvious in hers.

The Resistance base has become her home. She makes her living as a mechanic—fixing the type of things she used to break apart back on Jakku. On her spare time, she trains. She trains until her tunic is soaked in sweat and the calluses on her hands bleeds. Everyone around her expects her to live up to Master Luke’s legacy, to become the Jedi knight they all so desperately need. So she trains. She trains, and trains, and trains, because she’s seen what he can do. She’s seen him bend the force to his will with the flick of a finger. She’s seen the way he swings his crossguarded lightsaber when he truly wants to kill. The Resistance thinks of her as their trump card—a Jedi, powerful enough to defeat the infamous Kylo Ren in a one-on-one battle. She’s not, though. Not yet. So she trains. She trains, and trains, and trains.

Sometimes, a presence joins her as she practices her techniques. With a nudge here and a tug there, it gently adjusts her stance. It’s not the ghost of Master Luke that’s guiding her, but she likes to pretend it is. It’s easier that way.

VII

The First Order keeps gaining ground in the Outer Rim. The resume of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren consists of nothing but victories. He is, without a doubt, the most powerful being in the galaxy.

It’s strange, she thinks, how a man who’s supposedly accomplishing everything he ever dreamed of can be so undeniably miserable.

VIII

The first time he tries to talk to her, she pulls out her blaster and shoots the projection of him in its face.

Sometimes, he exhales her name as if it were a prayer. Other times, he spits it out as if it were a curse. She answers his calls with silence.

One day, he catches her off guard. She’s abruptly jerked backwards until her back slams into something solid. She yelps in surprise and reaches for the lightsaber attached to her belt, but before she can grab it, her wrists are caught by gloved hands and pinned to her chest.

“Rey.”

His voice is hoarse in her ear. She flinches, but with her back pressed against his broad chest and his arms wrapped around her she’s not moving an inch. His hands are like manacles around her wrists. She struggles for a moment, but although his grip is surprisingly gentle, it’s also completely unyielding.

“Let me go,” she finally says. “You can’t just show up and expect me to—”

“I’m tired, Rey.”

He is. She feels his exhaustion as clearly as if it had been her own. He clings to her like she’s the only thing keeping him from drowning. She should be scared, being trapped in the arms of a man who’s supposed to be her enemy, but she’s not. Being near him again after all this time is like taking a deep breath after ages of suffocation.

He releases her wrists. She spins around. He’s so close she has to tilt her head back to look at him. He stands motionless, breathless, waiting for her to make a move.

The fear of rejection in his eyes breaks her heart all over again.

“You don’t get to do this,” she says, her vision blurring. “Not now. Not after everything you’ve done.”

“I did what I thought was right.”

She clenches her fists, barely resisting the urge to reach for her lightsaber again. “You thought wrong.”

“Yes, I did,” he murmurs, and then he’s gone.

His disappointment lingers in her room for days. Her reawakened feelings of loss linger even longer.

The distance between them is shrinking. He’s there when she trains. He’s there when she cries. He’s there when the loneliness keeps her up at night, holding her until the void within her stops aching. He ripped a hole in her defense, and she doesn’t know how to fix it.

She doesn’t know if she wants to fix it.

Nothing’s quite as addictive as a true sense of belonging.

XII

During one of his more unstable days, she watches him scream his lungs out and point his lightsaber at a poor maintenance worker, whose only crime was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Later that night, she finds out that their force bond does in fact allow her to pour a bucket of water over his head while he sleeps.

XIII

She watches him as he cleans his wounds from yet another battle. He rarely fights against enemies of the First Order anymore. Most of the time, when she catches him patching himself up like that, the wounds were caused by people he considered allies.

“Is this really what you wanted?” she asks. “Is this the new order you gave up everything for?”

He shoots her a quick glare. “You know it’s not.”

She knows. She knows he didn’t kill his master to become the Supreme Leader. She knows he never intended to become the sole ruler of the galaxy.

She knows he never would have done any of it if it weren’t for her.

“The path you’re taking will never lead you to the balance you’re searching for,” she says. “It will only lead to pain and suffering.”

His face hardens. “I made my choice. I’ve become who I was meant to be.” He turns away. “There’s no going back.”

Months ago, she would have agreed. Now, she’s not so sure.

XIV

When the First Order burns down a village of innocents, she refuses to interact with him for weeks. After that, the mindless massacres mysteriously stop.

It’s the first time she hears him utter the words, “I’m sorry.”

She slowly raises her hand. Fear flashes in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop her. They both hold their breath as she reaches up and carefully cups his cheek in her hand. Warmth washes over her the moment her skin connects with his. A soft laugh escapes her lips. She sees it again, the vision of their future, but this time, she understands.

“What do you see?” he whispers.

“Us”, she says. “Just us.”

XVI

Sometimes, she wonders what Finn would say if he knew.

She wonders if he’d ever forgive her.

XVII

When she presses her lips against his for the first time, the tiny little impulse immediately turns into a massive, unstoppable tidal wave. Her kiss is soft and innocent. His is not.

Her back hits the wall. For a short moment, she wonders how this looks on his side of the connection, but then his hands are in her hair and his lips are on hers. He barely gives her room to breathe, but she decides that she doesn’t really care. He grabs her thighs and lifts her up as if she weighs nothing. His pupils are dilated, and his gaze is so possessive it’s almost predatory. He’ll never let her go after this, she realizes. To him, she’ll always be his.

It doesn’t scare her all that much. After all, he’s already hers.

XVIII

Without warning, the Supreme Leader of the First Order disappears without a trace.

The power vacuum rips the entire organization into pieces.

XIX

His name, she decides, is Ben.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #tlj spoilers #some therapeutic introspective rambling basically

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mxn-yoongi · 7 years

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BTS as Kingsman (Taehyung)

-MY LAST MANS

-It here the final one!!!!!!

-Taehyungie lets GOOOO

-So tae’s code name is tristan

-And tristan is like freaking incredible

-I mean so is tae so!!!!!!

-Tae is kind of like the one!!!!

-The ONE

-Tae is ALWAYS. DOING. SOMETHING.

-Give my boy a break!!!!!

-Anyway no

-So taehyung’s favorite weapon is just a standard pistol.

-2 pistols. Dos. not just one. He has to have one for each hand

-But his are like custom as heck

-THeyve got like extended mags bc he needs to mess everyone up IMMEDIATELY no time for reloading

-Plus hes gone and named them and put the names on the guns one of them is Lady and the other is Tramp (((((GET IT)))))

-Oh my gosh i just realized TAEHYUNG IS BASICALLY DEATH THE KID

-Lol

-Moving on.

-They’re a little bigger than normal because his hand ARE BIG YOU SEE THOSE HANDS GUYS

-THEY’RE ALSO SILENCED BC he’ll dole out a whole mag in like 5 seconds if you fuck with him and that’s pretty loud

-Could idk ruin a mission or something

-But i also have this BIG hc that he’s pretty clumsy with the pistols so he REALLY needs the silencer

-Like ‘oh crap i just got scared by a bird tweeting and i just shot the gun on accident. Well i guess my covers blown’ then BLAM BLAM BANG gun sounds you know

-Taehyung has the most kills on his record and not just because of the guns but also bc he get so emotional about stuff and bad people irk him and he just goes on a RAMPAGE but he never kills innocent people SWEAR

-This has kinda gotten long maybe we should get into that actual thing you know

-Okay so tristan is on a super secret mission.

-He has infiltrated the somin cartel. He’s finally got enough information and evidence to TAKE THE CARTEL DOWN. hes been sending it all back to the other guys slowly

-But also remember tae has had to integrate himself into this freaking group so of course he has ties with some people and sure he’s let some innocent people escape but you know all part of the job.

-So one day he sECRETLY contacts kingsman and he’s like’ umm guys one week from today is the day we expose this cartel for what it is and i get out of here.’

-So yeah that’s set.

-BUT WAIT THERES MORE

-You didnt think i was gonna let this go off without a hitch did you

-No lol im not that nice

-TAE IS CAPTURED

-CAUGHT

-MULTIPLE YIKE

-Somin has been suspicious of taehyung since he entered and she made sure he wasn’t up to anything bad (but good actually bc shes the bad guy here)

-AND NOW ONE OF HER GOONS HAS REPORTED HIM FOR BEING A MOLE

-o h fuvk

-So thats how he ends up in the infamous room of horror

-The morgue

-They call it that bc dead you know

-Tae has been in this room many times but he was never on the receiving end.

-Now he’s sitting in this chair with a busted lip, a black eye and what could possible be a broken nose but theyre not sure yet

-Dont get me wrong taehyung is one of THE BEST kingsman agents and yeah he could get out of this in the blink of an eye but this mission has been in the works for a year and he’s not going to risk failing

-But he also literally has no way of getting in contact with the other guys to tell them whats going on

-This was probably going to be the end but tae has come to terms with it you know

-At least maybe the mission would still be a success

-Oh my gosh imagine if this were some jason x kaneki type torture fuck that

-No, taes torture has more like very very hard hits and extremes like forcing his hand in ice water for long periods of time, or maybe umm cigarette burns idk anything about torture im a softie

-Getting back to it

-So its time for a lil shift change and in enters YOU

-They call you THE REAPER

-CAN YOU BELIEVE

-Its because everytime you walk into this room you come out with a dead body and oh my gosh what has this become

-Tae is like looking down at the ground and he looks like a freaking limp noodle because he just cannot hold himself up

-THIS IS IT

-You look at everyone around you and point at the door

-‘Everyone out unless you want to end up 7 feet under’

-everyONE IS OUT BC THEY WONT fuvk wiith you

-So everyone exits the room and you lock the door and nobody can see in and you crack your knuckles and walk over to tae and he’s like hopeless (where’s j hope when you need him?) at this point

-And you walk around behind him and

-‘I want to hear you scream baby’

-Then yoU BEGIN UNTYING HIS RESTRAINTS

-WHAT A TWIST OF EVENTS

-You probably guessed it though

-Taehyung is confuse because you’re the reaper what the fuck

-‘Wait wait what are you doing’

-‘I’m getting you out of here. I need you to scream for me. Like you’re in pain’

-He starts screaming like this boy has got some lungs so you know it sounds real

-‘I’m undercover for an organization I can’t tell you the name of but from what I’ve gathered in your time here you’re not a bad guy. I’m sure you can get out there and start a new life for yourself. ’

-Taehyung is?????? YOU. THE REAPER. ARE ALSO UNDERCOVER!!!!!

-‘Oh my god I’ve heard you’ve been here for 3 years. Have you really been undercover that long?’

-‘Less talking. We need to make this seem real. I hope you aren’t too fidget because im gonna need to get you into a body bag to get you out of here.’

-‘I’m undercover too...’

-You stop what you’re doing and look at him in disbelief

-‘How did you get yourself caught?’

-‘One of somin’s men heard me reporting back to my agency. We’re taking them down at the end of the week but now i’m thinking we have to do this a lot sooner. Do you have any way i can get in contact with them?’

-You grab your key chain and hand it over to him.

-‘The little baseball doubles as a communication device. Trace the path of the stitches with your finger and it’ll open up’

-Tae is like wtf yet again bc what. He looks at the baseball and gasps bc he’s seen this symbol before

-‘You’re a statesman?’

-You turn to face him SO FAST

-‘How do you know about us?’

-‘I’m Tristan. A kingsman agent’

-‘Nice to meet you. They call me Tequila.’

-Tae begins laughing but not like a wow this is funny laugh but more of a delusional laugh because what are the chances and he really thought he was going to die today but now he gets to live and he’s leaving this place with a BANG

-‘I have an idea’

-You look at him and ask what he’s got in mind

-‘I’m going to tell the other guys to release everything now and how about you and I give these scum of the earth hell.’

-‘I’ve been waiting to do that since i got here’

-You shake on it but taehyung has one more request

-‘Listen, I can’t get out of here but i also need my guns. I can’t do any damage without my babies.’

-‘You can use mine. I’m better with a baseball bat anyway.’ You motion over to the baseball bat on the table of weapons that could be used to torture

-‘No...I need my guns. They were confiscated when I got here. They’re labelled. Lady and Tramp. You can’t miss them’

-‘What makes you think they’re still here?’

-‘I sneak into that room to check on them every once in awhile. I was planning on leaving with them soon so I made sure they were there yesterday.’

-‘Sit down. You need to look like you’re barely hanging onto your life unless you want to get caught.’

-Tae walks over to the table of weapons and grabs a large wrench. He wipes some of his own blood on it before literally throwing it on the ground the noise is so loud that even if you just watched him do it you were still startled

-But fuck that was kind of hot????

-Are you okay?????

-He forces himself to hyperventilate as he lays down on the ground.

-After settling down in a somewhat awkward position taes breathing is very shallow and it really sounds like hes been injured

-This guy could be an actor seriously hes got the looks and he can do this shit.

-‘Okay ill be back soon’

-You walk to the door and open it up and when you walk out you leave it slightly ajar so that people looking in could see him a bit you know

-You walk into the room designated for confiscated stuff and begin looking around in the weapon section.

-You find them at the very bottom meaning hes been here for a bit longer than you thought.

-But umm how are you going to get these out of here

-You remove the extended mags and put them in your back pockets and you put lady in the back of your jeans you know what im talking about right and you cover it with your shirt and tramp goes IN YOUR BRA bc what else are bras for if not holding hidden guns you know

-You walk back to the morgue slowly to not draw attention to yourself and you close the door and lock it and youre safe and taehyung gets up and wow its time to fuck shit up

-‘Umm where are my guns?’

-You toss him the extended mags and grab lady from the back of your jeans before inspecting it

-‘This thing is huge’

-‘Thats what she said’

-You are not amused by his joke

-Anyway you hand the gun over and pull tramp out of your shirt

-Taes eyes are wide bc wo wo wow wowwwww

-You hand the gun over and tae is like umm this thing is warm oh my gosh it was against her skkin fuck thats HOT

-you and tae are a little weird okay

-‘I got in contact with the other boys. They’re releasing everything in approximately two minutes and they’ll be waiting on the west side of the building in a black vehicle. License plate number 287KMN’

-‘I’ve got a bone to pick with Somin. How about we pay her a visit?’

-‘It’s like you read my mind’

-I don’t want to say you guys busted out of that room guns a blazing but

-YOU GUYS BUSTED OUT OF THAT ROOM GUNS A BLAZING

-IM NOT EVEN KIDDING

-You walk out and suddenly manhi manhi manhi gunshots

-BUT you and taehyung are both 100% careful not to shoot anyone that is absolutely innocent in this place.

-You literally look over a taehyung for like 2 seconds and you’re like in a trance.

-This whole man is not letting up with his fury of bullets

-Its kind of like he has aim assist but he doesnt because this is real life and that isnt a thing in real life.

-He really is just pointing and shooting and hes hitting the kill spot every time

-There are men going down like bowling pins as you make your way through the halls.

-He’s not even hesitating. No matter how close or far anyone is theres going to be a bullet in them.

-He’s getting people in front of you two, behind you two, approaching from the left or from the right nobody is safe

-HES BEEN WAIITING FOR THIS

-Since. He. got. Here

-YOUVE RELEASED THE BEAST

-Youre like standing outside somin’s office door and you know shes in there bc theres a lot of commotion going on in there and you figure shes very heavily protected rn

-SO YOU BUST DOWN THE DOOR WITH A FREAKING KICK BECAUSE YOU CAN

-Cue another barrage of bullets but this time its from you and its taes turn to be in a trance because you’re taking them down two at a time with ONE GUN how is that possible.

-Statesman secret apparently

-You take down the last guy in the room and now its just one lee somin.

The final target pretty much

You lift your gun and point it right at her.

-This is it

-You pull the trigger and

-Nothing

-No more bullets

-FUVK

-WHY NOW

-This was gonna be a badass moment and now its ruined.

-‘Tequila.’ you turn to face tae and he tosses you tramp before stepping forward to stand next to you.

-‘Some of the guys have a bone to pick with her too. I’m gonna do it on behalf of them’

-So now here you two are BOTH OF YOU HAVE A GUN POINTED AT SOMIN

-Somin has given up because she knows its over

-At the same exact time you both pull the trigger and somin goes down.

-Its over

-YOU GUYS DID IT

-And then theres a grand escape

-Okay its not grand

-You just jump out a first floor window into a rose bush and its totally romantic and you might stare at taehyungs bruised and bloody face a little longer than you need to and he might have landed so close to you he can smell your vanilla scented shampoo and he’s completely smitten because not only can you kick ass but you look beautiful while doing it

-Wow he’s so whipped for you already and it hasnt even been a day

-The way you handled tramp made him want to WIFE. YOU. UP.

-And the two of you just took down a drug cartel together if this isnt fate then what is

-‘Here’s your gun back’

-‘Keep it. You look good using it. Plus I have a feeling we’ll be spending a lot of time together after this.’

A/N: ITS DONE. I FINISHED BTS AS KINGSMAN. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT. I JUST KIND OF THOUGHT THEM UP AND NOW THEY’RE WORD VOMIT

#kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #bts kingsman au #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #bts v #bts taehyung #kim taehyung scen #kim taehyung imagines #taehyung imagine #taehyung scenario

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inukagome15 · 7 years

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This is the draft of the third chapter of the Naruto time-travel fic.

I think there’s more happening next chapter. It might not be until Chapter 5 that we really reach the first split in the timeline, although maybe that’ll be the next one? We’ll see.

Featuring some more training, Kakashi hanging out with Gai, some horrible dreams, and a passionate speech. Maybe the “speech” thing is an exaggeration but Kakashi isn’t complaining.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Usually, when one was faced with a ten-tailed monster that had rampaged across the earth centuries ago and destroyed almost everything before being sealed, the logical thing to do was run. If one didn't, then one could be classified as insane.

He wasn't sure if he was insane or not. He did know that he was doing something incredibly stupid. The terror surging through him was enough evidence of that.

The Kyuubi wasn't enough. They had the Hachibi, but the Juubi had shrugged off the attacks like they were mere annoyances.

But they were so small. And nothing he had was enough against a monster of that size.

He'd dragged Naruto away before the other could throw himself at the Juubi and kill himself. They wouldn't have anything if Naruto died.

Only Naruto wasn't there any longer. He'd slipped away in the dust and smoke, but hadn't Naruto just been there? He hadn't let go, had he?

Where was he?

There was an ear-piercing scream that drowned everything else out. It shattered the air, cracked the ground, and the rush of chakra that followed was overwhelming.

He whipped around, gaze going up, up, and up, only to see exactly what he had feared: Naruto, blazing with the fire of the Kyuubi's chakra, and surging headlong towards the Juubi, an enormous bijuudama ready to be fired.

But they'd tried that before. It hadn't worked.

And…it hadn't gone like this, had it? No, he'd pulled Naruto away, they'd run, Minato grabbing hold of them to use his Hiraishin and take them as far as possible from the monster.

So why was this happening? Why was Naruto going against the Juubi?

There was a breathless moment where even his terror seemed to be drowned out by the anticipation roiling through the air.

The bijuudama fired, only to be instantly swallowed by one dozens of times its size, and everything in its wake followed suit.

His arms were shielding his face, he was somehow still alive, but Naruto – Naruto—

Kakashi jerked awake, nearly rolling right out of his bed as he struggled to get out of his blankets. He pulled his arms free, and then did actually fall out, hitting the floor with a painful thud. His legs were still wrapped up in the sheets and in the bed.

Breathing heavily, Kakashi pressed a hand to his left eye, bidding the burning behind it to disappear. His chakra roiled, begging to be used against an enemy that was no longer here.

It took several long moments, but the burning eventually subsided, and Kakashi could be sure that the Mangekyou wasn't present any longer. Letting the hand drop to his side, Kakashi stared up at the ceiling, focusing on his breathing.

A nightmare. Only a nightmare.

Based off something that had actually happened, but it hadn't happened like that. They'd gotten clear, but had lost more of their forces as a result. And after that…Naruto had asked for specific training from Minato.

It hadn't been the first or last time they'd had such a close call against the Juubi, but it had definitely been one of the most memorable.

Not that they weren't all memorable, but stare death in the face too many times and it started to get a little routine. He hadn't told anyone else that, since the first time he'd tried cracking an inappropriate joke about sitting down with the Juubi for tea everyone had gone dead quiet and stared at him like he'd lost his head. Except Naruto. Naruto had laughed about it afterwards and then almost cried.

Anyway.

(Cut is here for mobile readers.)

Kakashi was a little more interested – in a detached sort of way – at how the nightmare hadn't felt as vivid as it usually did. Even now, when he cast his mind back to the battle scene, remembering how it had felt to be in the presence of that terrifying, primordial monster, he felt a step removed from the images.

Usually he tried not to remember. It was too hazardous, leaving him twitching and raw for hours afterwards.

But now?

Kakashi untangled his legs from the blanket and turned, leaning his back against the bed as he crossed his ankles and brought his knees up. He wrapped his arms around his shins, tangling his hands together as he thought.

Trauma was a tricky thing. Kakashi knew the tricks to adapting and getting around a lot of it. How to appear normal even if everything inside you was turning around and burning the world to ashes. But it was easier than expected now. He would've expected to be jumpier than he was and the smell of barbeque didn't make him remember—

Well, it wasn't as bad as he had expected given that he'd essentially just returned from a war without any kind of debriefing or psychological counseling.

Not that Kakashi liked going to psychological counseling. He usually just bullshitted something and flitted away.

No one had ever dragged him back. He was sane enough and completely competent, so they couldn't force him.

In any case, Kakashi didn't entirely understand all the effects trauma could have on the mind. Just that he wasn't as affected here as he had been in the future, and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

That said…

Kakashi still wasn't going to be sleeping for the rest of the night.

It was too quiet.

"Goooood morning, my esteemed rival!"

Startled as he was at the loud voice (because he'd registered the presence but the voice was entirely unexpected), Kakashi lost hold of his chakra and dropped underwater. He took a moment to be justifiably peeved that his record of being able to stay on top of the water since the sun had risen was broken. Then he shook it off with an exhale and surfaced, treading water to see Gai on the shore.

"Are we practicing swimming this morning, my rival?" Gai asked, teeth gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

Exhaling again, this time without the satisfying release of bubbles, Kakashi pulled himself out of the water entirely, balancing precariously on the balls of his feet. He'd so far managed to walk on water and do his katas. He could have a conversation, couldn't he?

"All skills are important for a shinobi," Kakashi answered eventually, standing upright. "Did you need something?"

Surely Gai didn't want another competition, did he? They'd just had one yesterday.

"I challenge you, rival!" Gai announced, promptly dashing all of Kakashi's expectations.

Kakashi slipped a hand in his pocket, bringing the other one up to rub the back of his head. "Oh? We just had one yesterday."

"Youth waits for no one!" Gai shouted, pointing a finger to the sky. "You should know that, Kakashi!"

"Right, right." Kakashi made his way to the shore, pleased as punch when he managed it without slipping up. It was pitiful, but at this point he took his victories where he could get them. "So…it's your pick this time, right?"

Gai pumped a fist in the air. "Indeed, my rival! And I have selected the perfect challenge for us!"

Kakashi took a brief moment to hope that the challenge wasn't anything insane like climbing up the Hokage Mountain with nothing but one's feet and no chakra. He'd done it once before but it hadn't been fun. Because feet weren't meant to be used as climbing instruments. Kakashi still wasn't sure how he'd managed to finish that challenge; he must have blotted it out.

"I challenge you to a race!" Gai said, catching Kakashi's attention. "First one to the top of the Hokage Mountain wins! But!" He grinned again, winking. "We must race to the gates first!"

Okay that…wasn't so bad.

Kakashi bent to pick up the small bag he'd left on the shore so it wouldn't get wet. "To the gates and then to the top of the mountain?"

"You are correct!" Gai turned to face the same direction Kakashi was, pointing to a floating leaf in the sky. "That leaf touching the ground will be the signal!"

The leaf was floating around like a butterfly. Kakashi thought it would take a while to touch the ground.

Still, he prepared to begin at a moment's notice, catching Gai's eye when he shifted his head. His friend gave him a fierce grin, one which Kakashi didn't return beyond a slight inclination of his head.

Gai was a dear friend, and Kakashi felt rather blessed that he could spend time with him again. That feeling was only a bit soured by the knowledge as to how he even had this chance to begin with, but that didn't matter.

The point of this was that nothing that had happened would happen again.

Kakashi would make sure of it. And if he failed, Naruto would succeed.

The leaf was swirling down, several feet from touching the ground.

Taking in slow, measured breaths, Kakashi braced his feet for an instant takeoff, pulling up a mental map of Konoha to plan his path. He only hoped that he remembered it well enough to manage properly. Taking the roofs would help.

The moment the leaf touched the ground, he took off in a blur, feeling Gai do the same.

Kakashi instantly took to the trees, wincing when his chakra-enhanced jump took out part of the ground. He quickly modulated the ratio, and he managed to not break any branches until he exited the trees and landed on the ground, just ahead of Gai clearing the tree line.

He knew from yesterday that he was faster than Gai, which was very much a first for him for years. Just about the only edge Kakashi had had on Gai was his speed in ninjutsu, but now that wasn't the case any longer.

Reaching the gates took a few more minutes, Kakashi quickly redirecting his trajectory and stopping briefly to wave to the startled guards. They looked vaguely familiar but he wasn't able to place their faces just yet.

Then, eyeing the Hokage Mountain, Kakashi jumped onto the nearest roof and started running. He could sense Gai just a little behind him.

His chakra control came much more smoothly this time, and he managed to not break any rooftops this time. There were genin on the roofs, and Kakashi darted past them before they could react beyond startled yelps.

Kakashi jumped again, landed, and skidded through a mess of paint and water that appeared out of nowhere, colliding with someone much smaller.

"Hey!" Naruto protested indignantly from under Kakashi. "Watch where you're going!"

Quickly rolling off Naruto, Kakashi pulled him to his feet, checked that he was okay with a swift pat down, and offered a brief "Sorry" before taking off again. Gai had just about caught up with the distraction.

"Oh sweet!" Naruto shouted from behind him. "I want to be a shinobi, too!"

Naruto was laying it on a bit thick there, wasn't he?

For that matter, Kakashi wanted to know just what Naruto had been planning before he ran into him. Now Kakashi was covered in orange paint that stung his nose.

The Hokage Tower was coming up, along with the Academy and all the other administration buildings.

With a giant leap, Kakashi cleared the street and landed just at the base of the tower.

From there it was easy enough to get to the mountain, and Kakashi could hear Gai yelling happily from behind him.

Kakashi wasn't climbing this with his feet (he was dead certain Gai had won that challenge, even if he couldn't remember the details because his rarely used sense of self-preservation had kicked in), so he wasn't hampered by anything other than shoddy chakra control. And this wasn't water.

Climbing up the mountain went faster than traversing Konoha, and soon Kakashi found himself sitting on top of Minato's head, extremely pleased with himself. Gai cleared the top thirty seconds later with an enthusiastic grunt, plopping himself down next to Kakashi.

Kakashi didn't say anything, tucking his right foot under his left thigh while his free leg dangled over the edge. He inhaled, hoping for a whiff of fresh air, only to get an inhale full of the metal smell of paint. Coughing sharply in shock, Kakashi rubbed at his mask, unsurprised to find his fingers coming away orange.

Or more orange than they had been before.

Kakashi looked ruefully down at his clothes and noted that he would need to wash them.

Gai was looking at him, a small frown on his face. "It was most unyouthful of you to leave that child alone after running into him!"

"He was fine," Kakashi said, rubbing his hand off on his pants. "I checked before I left."

"I admit, I'm more surprised that you didn't notice his presence!"

Kakashi was, too. He'd been too engrossed in staying clear of the other shinobi to register Naruto's familiar presence. Normally Naruto stayed clear, but Naruto was pretending to be a civilian.

"I didn't expect the paint," Kakashi admitted after a moment, lifting his hand to demonstrate. It was still orange; the paint wasn't coming off.

Gai burst out into laughter, clapping Kakashi on the back before he could flinch away. "It was quite a trick! The young boy must be extraordinarily youthful!"

That was one way to describe Naruto.

Kakashi inched away from Gai, setting his hands down on the stone and breathing through his mouth so as not to sicken himself with the metallic, artificial smell of paint.

Turning his gaze back to the view of Konoha, Kakashi let the silence sit, comfortable doing nothing else but enjoying what he'd been unable to in the future. He would eventually have to get up and start working again, but why not take the peace he could?

He had been going nonstop for years now. No shinobi could do so forever without burning out.

Really, Kakashi was lucky he hadn't burned out yet.

"I admit that I hadn't expected you to accept my challenge," Gai said long moments later. "Not after yesterday."

Kakashi glanced askance at him, glad that Gai was on his right side so he didn't have to move his head much. He knew what Gai was referring to. It wasn't like he'd ever made it easy to be dragged into the challenges.

He wanted to say what he was thinking, that he'd realized hard work was so much better than natural talent. That having connections and risking that pain of losing everything was better than remaining alone.

But it would be strange if he bared his soul now.

"It's training," Kakashi said finally, keeping his tone carefully dismissive. He stood, bracing his hands on his knees so that he was still somewhat on Gai's level.

His friend looked just a bit crestfallen at Kakashi's dismissive tone, although he hid it well.

Kakashi straightened, moving closer to the very edge of the mountain. He didn't look back as he tucked his hands in his pockets, saying casually, "The next challenge is mine, isn't it?" Turning his head to meet Gai's wide eyes, he inclined his head in farewell before disappearing in a shunshin.

It would be all too easy to slip up around Gai, saying something uncharacteristic that would raise some kind of suspicion. Or maybe not necessarily suspicion, but concern that Kakashi wasn't quite fine.

Which…was probably true, but Kakashi was as fine as one could be.

Sighing, Kakashi headed back to the training ground. He still needed to get his chakra control up. With luck, he would be back to somewhat normal by the time he was permitted to show his masked face around Sarutobi.

"Were you racing Bushy Brow-sensei?" Naruto demanded when Kakashi saw him later that night.

Kakashi stifled a smile at the familiar nickname. Even with his mask, Naruto would see it. "Yes. What were you doing with the paint?"

Naruto pouted, closing his apartment door behind him. "It was supposed to be a prank," he muttered. "But you knocked everything over." He shot Kakashi a look. "Why didn't you notice?"

"I was watching out for others," Kakashi admitted, not proud of his earlier lapse. "Usually it isn't a problem."

Naruto's natural speed made it a good fighting style in conjunction with him. It meant Kakashi didn't have to worry that much about watching where Naruto was because he would get out of the way first or base his movements around Kakashi's.

"Yeah, but usually I'm a lot older, taller, and people know I'm a shinobi." Naruto elbowed his leg. "Eh, it's good to know you make mistakes."

Kakashi didn't look down to meet Naruto's eyes. Of course he made mistakes. Naruto knew that.

"That was a joke, sensei," Naruto said when Kakashi didn't speak.

"Ha ha," Kakashi said dryly. "Come on."

Once out of the ANBU range, Kakashi picked Naruto up and whisked them both to their training ground.

"Seriously," Naruto said once Kakashi let him down, "it's not the end of the world, Kakashi. It's not like you ran into Madara because you mistook him for a friend."

Kakashi deliberately didn't react, eye on the mess of trees that Naruto had made the previous night. He was rather surprised that Gai hadn't noticed the general condition of the place earlier. "I can't afford lapses like that," he said.

"Then don't," Naruto said simply. "You don't make the same mistake twice. I know you, sensei."

Kakashi's shoulders inched up slightly, his muscles tightening. "Don't I?" He tried to keep his voice light, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded.

"You don't," Naruto said firmly, tone forbidding further argument. "Stop being an idiot."

How could one stop being an idiot if that was what they were?

Kakashi didn't voice the thought, finally looking down to meet Naruto's eyes with a small smile that he knew Naruto could see. "Ahh, who's the Hokage here?"

"You are," Naruto said candidly, shrugging. "But I'm your student, friend, and partner. So if anyone's going to kick your ass into your gear, you better bet it's going to be me." He gave Kakashi a fierce grin. "So, Kakashi-sensei…what've we got planned for tonight's training?" His eyes turned steely. "If you say tree climbing—"

"Did you reach the top without destroying the tree?" Kakashi asked, only to dodge a punch a second later. "I'll leave you to it, shall I?"

He fled to the water, where he knew Naruto wouldn't follow because the other still hadn't been able to reach the top of a tree without cracking the bark.

"You're in charge, Kakashi."

He stared in disbelief at Tsunade. "What?"

Tsunade stared back at him, pushing something heavy and soft in his hands. "You're the Rokudaime Hokage. Take care of them."

"This – this isn't—"

But Tsunade was gone before he could finish his protests, leaving him standing there with something heavy, warm, and soft in his hands.

He looked down to see the Hokage's hat in his hands, surprise ringing through him. Tsunade never carried the hat, so why did he have it?

This wasn't how it had happened, was it?

But he had the hat – he could feel the hat in his hands – so maybe he wasn't remembering right.

Only when he looked down again, the hat wasn't just a hat. Tsunade's bloody head gazed blankly up at him.

Kakashi woke with a ragged gasp, heart pounding in his chest and eyes flicking around his room in search of an enemy. His left eye burned, and it was a moment before Kakashi could cover it with a hand, tamping down his chakra until he felt the Mangekyou dissipate.

Ugh, fuck.

That was the second time he'd woken up with an active Mangekyou. The next thing he knew he'd be using Kamui on random objects and passing out from chakra exhaustion.

Still keeping his eye covered, Kakashi focused on breathing, curling up under his blankets. It was a stark reminder that he was in Konoha, not in a dark cave or on the ground of a forest.

Everything was fine.

When his breathing had evened out and his heart was no longer beating a rapid staccato against his ribs, Kakashi sat up, turning so that he could lean back against the wall his bed was set up against. He pulled his knees up to his chest, pressing his forehead to them and focusing on the sensations he could feel now.

Reminding himself that it hadn't actually happened that way was another thing he needed to do.

There'd been no hat. Tsunade never bothered with the physical trappings of being Hokage unless it was a formal event, and even then she threw it off when drunk enough.

No, it had just been Tsunade pulling him aside and telling him that in the event something happened, he would be the next Hokage. Kakashi had said it wasn't the best idea. Tsunade had just stared him down and said he was the only one she would consider for the job because Naruto was too young and hadn't the necessary experience.

Then she'd patted him on the shoulder and said she didn't plan on dying just yet.

Kakashi had been reassured for all of a week before they came under an attack from Madara, then the jinchuuriki of the Juubi, which had cost them a lot of their forces before Tsunade, A, Mei, and Onoki had distracted him. Kakashi and Gaara had been the ones to call and order the retreat.

There'd been no doubt what they had sentenced the four Kages to, but there hadn't been any choice.

It had left them down to two Kages, since the others hadn't appointed anyone else, refusing to consider the possibility of failure.

Which had been utterly stupid. They knew they were outclassed by Madara. But Tsunade had been the only one to actively pick a successor for the worst case scenario.

Not that it mattered. Rankings meant little in the face of what they had been dealing with.

Kakashi exhaled, knocking his head back against the wall.

He'd been Hokage, and then he had also ended up as the overall commander of the Shinobi Alliance. The job had fallen to Gaara after A's death, since he had been the general of the different regiments. But…

He'd said someone more experienced needed to be in charge of everything.

And Kakashi had said yes, of course because what else could he do?

Kakashi closed his right eye, focusing on his breathing. After another moment, he opened it again, turning his head to look out the window through the crack in his drapes.

There hadn't been anything else he could do. And now he was here.

Sighing, Kakashi rubbed his eyes, exhaustion tugging at his mind like another limb.

He should try to sleep, but Kakashi dreaded the dreams.

Honestly, Naruto couldn't wait for the Academy to start up. And he never thought he'd say that because he hated school. It was so boring.

Yet here he was. Hoping to be enrolled soon so the monotony of his life would be broken.

And so he could finally use chakra without making his ANBU guards suspicious.

He'd managed the tree climbing exercise last night, although Kakashi had just hummed mysteriously and told him to keep working on it before moving to water walking.

Considering Naruto had seen Kakashi fall under the water multiple times while doing katas or jumping around, there was probably something to be said about getting tree walking down perfectly. Especially if his own sensei was having issues.

At least Naruto didn't have to go on S-ranked missions anytime soon. Kakashi would have to once his reprieve was over, and Naruto worried.

What if something went wrong? Yeah, Kakashi was a badass, but he wasn't up to his usual self yet.

It wasn't like Naruto could give him backup either. His control was too sloppy for the Hiraishin, and he wasn't touching any other jutsu with a ten foot pole until he could be sure he wasn't going to blow something up.

Explosions were cool, but not if his brain was at risk. Or his arm if he messed up a Rasengan.

And Kakashi had so many awesome jutsu, but how many could he actually use now?

Naruto scowled down at his feet, pausing in the middle of the street.

It wasn't like he could talk to Kakashi. His sensei would just pat him on the head and give that eye-smile that wasn't actually a smile and go on about how it was so cute Naruto worried about him.

Considering Kakashi hadn't done that when Naruto was an adult, Naruto had another reason to hate being five and short.

Biting his lip, Naruto thought back to the conversation they had last night. Kakashi had seemed…odd. More frustrated than usual.

It wasn't like Kakashi had said as much, but Naruto had gotten good at reading him. There wasn't a lot Kakashi could hide from him, mask or no mask. (Although Naruto had gotten a look at that face in the future, so take that! But the circumstances behind Kakashi's mask getting ripped hadn't been all that funny.) Still, Kakashi was so very private, And while Naruto knew he wasn't the best at picking up social cues sometimes, he knew enough to not pry into another person's secrets.

Only it was hard when the other person was the only one he could interact with normally. And when he didn't want the other person to be hurting.

Besides, Kakashi was so good at reading Naruto that it kind of sucked that Naruto still couldn't do the same for Kakashi.

Naruto glumly kicked a rock to the side, head down.

A lot of things sucked right now. They had time, but Naruto wanted it to be over with.

He hated waiting for the war that would be coming. It hung over his head like a gloomy cloud, threatening everything that he held dear. It wasn't even like he could just wave a hand and tell it to go away.

But that was the point, wasn't it? To make it possible so Naruto could get rid of that cloud and make sure that nothing bad happened.

So Granny Tsunade didn't have to die. So Gaara would still be alive and not buried under a mound of sand as he tried to take down as many white Zetsus as he could in a suicide run.

Those white Zetsus.

They were like zombies. Short of annihilating their bodies entirely, somehow they kept regenerating and coming back.

Kakashi had come up with several cool jutsu that did the trick pretty well, but Naruto hadn't gotten the hang of lightning affinity. No, all he had were his bijuudama and Rasenshuriken. They were effective, but the most damage they caused was in a central location. The further out one was from the impact zone, the less damage was caused.

Kakashi was able to spread it out. And so could Sasuke once he learned the same jutsu.

Sasuke…

Naruto sighed, scratching his neck as he considered his best friend. Sasuke would also be five and happy with his family. Because the Uchiha weren't dead yet and Naruto was planning on making sure they didn't die this time around.

Kakashi was on board; they just needed to figure out when to take care of the mess.

Would Naruto still be friends with him? Would Naruto even be on the same team as Sasuke?

Naruto could probably pull a dead last position again. It would suck, but that wouldn't be too much of an issue.

He wouldn't graduate early either. He could easily substitute the bunshin jutsu for kage bunshin when the time came so he didn't have to fail.

Which reminded him about the whole mess with Iruka and Mizuki. He didn't want to lose that bond with Iruka.

Growling under his breath, Naruto pulled at his hair, barely aware of the looks people were shooting him. It wasn't until someone roughly bumped into him that he darted off at top speed, pelting through the street.

He didn't know what to do. Just sitting and waiting wasn't his thing. He needed to do something, but what he could do without completely messing things up?

Naruto dashed past a crowd of civilians, turning abruptly and running down another street.

Become friends with Sasuke earlier? Somehow reach out to Iruka and make it clear that he wasn't the Kyuubi but a child?

He ran over a bridge, legs burning with the effort.

What of Team 7? How could he be sure that team would form again?

Kakashi hadn't said a word, so Naruto didn't know if his sensei was willing to take on that team again. He probably was, but what if Kakashi somehow ended up with another team?

What could happen?

Naruto turned on his heel and ran back down the path he had just come from. He darted past the ANBU following him, who were both probably rather confused at his sudden mad dash through Konoha.

Naruto didn't want to be alone anymore. He'd gotten used to not being alone – to being seen.

Now it was just Kakashi, but Kakashi couldn't see him during the day. Not without putting on a henge or having some other kind of disguise.

So should he? Should he reach out to Sasuke now?

Sasuke wasn't alone yet, would hopefully never be alone like he had been, but Naruto wasn't the same either. He could do something about it.

Naruto didn't slow down, but he let a smile pull at his lips as he darted past the Academy, head turning slightly so he could look at it.

Okay, he had a small bit of a plan. Now he would just need to run it past Kakashi.

Hopefully, he wasn't going to stay alone now.

"You want to talk to Sasuke?"

"Yeah – urk!" Naruto yelped as he went under with a loud splash. A few seconds later he was back on dry land. "I want to reach out to him."

"Hm…" Kakashi flicked his tantou around, moving through the first stances of the dance his father had taught him. He was managing to stay successfully on top of the water now, although it was still taking more focus than he would have liked.

"What?" Naruto demanded, back on the water, fingers linked together in the ram seal as he channeled chakra. He managed to stay on top of the water for now. "Don't tell me it's a bad idea!"

"I don't know if it's a bad idea," Kakashi answered, hesitating as he blanked on the next stance. After a moment he simply decided to wing it and go with whatever felt natural. "What are you hoping to achieve with it?"

"Achieve? I just want to be friends with him, ya know!" Naruto shouted, only to lose focus and slip under the water again. He surfaced, shaking his head like a dog before simply treading water. "We can't plan for everything, Kakashi. You know that. We're going to need to take a leap of faith sometime."

Sighing, Kakashi sheathed his tantou and walked over to Naruto, pulling him out of the water and setting him on the surface. He didn't let go of the back of Naruto's shirt until he was sure Naruto could stay on top.

"I know," he said, still keeping one hand at the nape of Naruto's neck just in case. With the other, he lifted his hitai-ate so he could more easily read Naruto's chakra flow. "But this is personal, isn't it?"

"Everything's personal, ya know," Naruto grumbled, folding his arms and glaring angrily at Kakashi. "Otherwise we would've just rolled over and died, yeah? But we're here and we're doing this. What does it hurt if I talk to Sasuke and make friends with him earlier? Maybe he won't go to Orochimaru this time!"

Kakashi gripped hold of Naruto's shirt just before he dropped, keeping him upright until Naruto stabilized his chakra flow. Once he was sure Naruto wouldn't drop again, he spoke. "That's seven years down the line, Naruto. If we change what we need to in the next year or so, it's very likely that Orochimaru will never be in that forest with you. You might not be in that forest. As for Sasuke…I can't tell you what's going to happen. You know him best."

Naruto's chin dropped until the back of his head was all Kakashi could see. "Yeah…I do. Which is why"—he lifted his head to meet Kakashi's eyes, a fire burning in his own—"I need to do this! Sasuke is my friend! Even if he's never going to be the same, I'm not the same either! And I can't just sit around and do nothing but train, so I'm gonna do something that I know will help! And you know it, too!"

Kakashi's grip tightened on the back of Naruto's shirt, holding him aloft for a few seconds before Naruto regained his balance, chakra flow stabilizing. Kakashi let his shoulders go loose, his other hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

"You're going to do it anyway," Kakashi said, holding Naruto's gaze. "Does it matter what I say?"

Naruto flinched slightly, eyes widening. "Of course it does! We're partners, Kakashi-sensei! But you said it yourself: you don't think it's a bad idea."

"We're partners," Kakashi agreed. "Which also means you don't need my permission to do something if you think it'll work."

Naruto's mouth set in a thin line that signaled he was either going to be mulish or deliver a passionate speech that would change an enemy's lifelong ideals. It could also herald a punch.

Kakashi hoped it wasn't a punch.

"You're my Hokage," Naruto said, steady and sure. "You're my Hokage, my teacher, and my partner. So what you think matters, even if it's stupid and I need to argue with you about it."

It was the speech, although a lot shorter than Naruto's usual. Maybe it was because Kakashi wasn't an enemy.

Exhaling, Kakashi dropped his head, eyes closing. He pressed his free hand to his right eye, considering.

Sasuke was five. Even though Naruto looked five, he was twenty-two years old. There was a world of difference there. A world that might actually change things for the better.

This would cause ripples Kakashi couldn't predict, but their very presence here was already changing things.

And that was the point.

"Okay," Kakashi said finally, letting his hand drop and opening his eyes to meet Naruto's. He nodded slightly. "Okay," he repeated. "I'll let you decide what to do regarding Sasuke and how you want to handle that."

It was only a moment before Naruto broke into a beaming grin. "All right!" He leapt up, throwing himself at Kakashi in a tackle hug, arms squeezing tightly around Kakashi's neck. "Thanks, sensei!"

Kakashi stumbled back slightly, both arms coming up in reflex, hands braced defensively. "No need to thank me!"

Naruto hung onto him like a limpet. "Ehh, c'mon, Kakashi-sensei, you can hug me back! There's no one else here."

That wasn't the problem. The problem was the touching.

Kakashi gripped hold of Naruto's sides and pulled him off, for once rather glad that Naruto was so much smaller and weaker than his adult self. Because then all he would be able to do was a kawarimi, and even that wasn't reliable given how fast Naruto could be.

"It's fine," Kakashi said before Naruto could protest at the manhandling. He set Naruto down without warning, and the other went straight into the water with a yelp.

"Agh, sensei!"

Kakashi jumped back before Naruto could swipe at him. "As your sensei, here's a shinobi lesson…always have your guard up!"

"You just made that one up!"

"Do I need to give you the rulebook?"

"Screw the rules! I make my own path!"

"Great! Now say that again once you can walk on water!"

"Damn it, Kakashi! Get back here – ack!"

Obito was lunging at him, mismatched eyes furious, a deadly spike jutting out from his right hand.

His own hand had a Raikiri crackling. He moved to pierce through Obito's chest, angling his own body so that Obito's weapon pierced through his side and not his torso.

Only it was Rin's chest he had pierced through, and he was twelve again, exhaustion dragging at his limbs and grief wrenching through him.

But Naruto's face looked back at him when he looked, blue eyes accusing and mouth bloody.

"You're trash, sensei," Naruto said, blood dripping from his mouth and down onto his skin, burning with the touch. "Why didn't you protect us?"

"I'm sorry," he said, numb. He couldn't move his arm; it felt far too warm for being inside another's body.

There were hands all over him, pulling at his limbs and streaking blood over his clothes and skin. One went to his left eye, scratching at Obito's Sharingan—

There was a stifled cry, and it took Kakashi too long to realize that it had come from him. His blankets were twisted around him, and it was a minute before he could untangle himself from the sheets and sit up, wiping at the cold sweat that had formed on his forehead.

Kakashi shivered slightly, the air in his bedroom cold against his skin. He felt tacky with sweat, and his breaths came harshly, sounding loud to his ears.

There was no one else here.

It shouldn't have felt as awful as it did.

#naruto #hatake kakashi #my writing #kakashi time travel fic #i have feelings #about kakashi being incredibly self-critical and hating himself #and blaming himself for things #which others don't blame him for #see naruto #does anyone else see screw the rules #and instantly think of #i have green hair?

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The Fire Hunt, Volume Four, Chapter 1

—This time you won't escape! —Ellanher, the dragonslayer, roared wrathfully.

His rival just laughed. His voice was nothing but madness and rampage.

—Ellan! —Emer, the huntress, called him, aiming an arrow on her bow. The young man understood immediately.

He moved barely a few inches to one side, and the projectile flew next to his head, reaching his rival. The draconic raider didn't notice the shot until he received it in his neck.

—… Is that all? —he said, plucking the broad head of the arrow from his throat—. Is that all you can do?! —and laughed again, louder than before.

—No! —shouted Leofsige, the demon, striking such a ferocious blow from his battle-axe against one of the many enemies that, before he noticed it himself, he had beheaded two others—. There's much more!

A fire was growing in the village, but there were still huts and plantations far from the fire, it was not too late to save it.

—Run! All of you run! —Cunobelinos, the druid, roared at the curious ones who still watched the battle—. And take the animals away!!

Seeing such an enormous man become a beast as he shouted, his arms turning to a bear’s and his face to a wolf’s, his body covering with hair and two antlers growing on his head, the villagers preferred to do as he told them. Releasing horses and taking sheep, the last remaining ones near danger escaped.

Only battle and fire remained in the place.

—You can still choose, little one! —the raider shouted to Ellanher, approaching him, hooking the huge spear with his stone axe—. Remember, to serve them as warriors!

—Shut up already! —the dragonslayer roared, pushing the maniac with his shield.

—Or as food!! —faster than a blink, the raider removed the shield from his path and charged. His axe reached Ellanher's chest, forcing him to pull back.

—Silence!! —the voice of the young dragonslayer was a war cry. His movements were swift and precise, and his spear attacked brutally. The raider even flew a few meters into the air, landing on his head.

Turning and swinging the huge weapon in an arch, Ellanher swept away two opponents, then impaling a third as he advanced a few steps. The whole fight was surrounded by flames, but the four companions were surrounded by worshippers, minions, and madmen, all allies of the draconic raider. Only he was well armed, with his imposing stone axe and Celtic shield, while the other enemies wielded tools, if anything at all. Their real strength was the frenzy. They were completely given in to a battle trance, shouting and throwing themselves into the fight with monstrous fervor, praising the fire and praying to the dragons.

The druid was surrounded, but his opponents could not even get him to flinch. Even if fifteen men threw themselves at him, with sickles, flails and pitchforks, his paws and antlers quickly finished them. Even while dying, with horrifying open wounds, the worshippers continued to shout and laugh.

Near him, the demon struggled to roar louder than the rivals. The bandages covering his right hand, the hand with claws and thorns of his ancestors, were stained red. The blows of his axe were so fierce that each one of them fell at least two enemies, and he even reached five with a single, brutal slash.

The huntress moved quickly and nimbly in all directions, staying away from the enemies while her companions allowed themselves to be surrounded. Her arrows were extremely effective against opponents who did not try to dodge, did not wear armor and wore barely some clothing. None of them had the slightest intention of staying safe, they just wanted to do harm, to extend and destroy, to be just like fire.

The dragonslayer was the only one facing a single opponent, engaged in a duel against the draconic raider. In addition to fighting, he focused on shouting one battle cry after another, doing his best not to hear the inhuman laughter and mad words of such a rival.

As soon as the savage rose, he charged against Ellanher and reached him in just a few seconds. The heavy head of his axe moved too quickly, his entire body was extremely strong, his shield was long and he kept a good distance. Instead of aiming at his opponent, the raider knocked away and deflected his spear, rammed him with his shield, and kept moving around. The dragon slayer could hold on without a problem, his armor was more than enough and his own shield, in addition to protecting much of his body, was covered with dragon fangs and reinforced with metal.

Finally, with his fiercest scream and most accurate attack, the young man managed to stick his huge spear’s head into the savage's stomach. Before, he'd only hit him with the pole, throwing him through the air. Before, only one arrow had been stuck in his neck. Now it was the broad, sharp head of the dragonslayer’s spear that pierced his skin and flesh, sticking out from his back.

—… Hrm —grunted the raider in surprise, looking at the open wound. Then he looked up at Ellanher. He no longer laughed or howled, but there was more fire in his eyes than ever before. All his madness and rampage had turned to anger.

With subhuman grunts and an increasingly primal expression, he struck the pole again and again with his axe, to no avail. His strikes were brutal, carried by an increasingly incredible force, but he barely managed to leave any marks on his enemy's weapon. Impatient and furious, he threw his shield away, then wielding the axe with both hands, and even so it failed to produce results.

The dragonslayer only held his enormous weapon, staring fixedly at the raider as a smile formed on his lips. The grunts and roars no longer distracted him.

—You'll never be able to break this weapon —he said calmly.

—Shut up!! —was the answer of his rival.

—Where have I heard that before? You can try anything you want, you'll bleed to death there before you nick it.

—I'll split this piece of crap and then I'll break you and your companions and the whole world!!

Ellanher said nothing, only responded with a swipe of his spear to a side. Still impaled on the blade, the raider hit the ground.

—You can choose —he said to his rival, looking down at him—, die from the open wound if I pull out my spear, or keep bleeding while you fight until you can't move.

—It doesn't matter —those words were a blow to the face of the dragonslayer—, it doesn't matter what you choose either. Tonight everything will burn.

—Look around you.

There was no longer a single ally of the draconic raider. All the worshipers, minions and madmen had died. The huntress, the demon, and the druid were almost done putting out the fire.

The savage coldly held Ellanher’s gaze, then smiled, showing sharp, darkened teeth. When the slayer plucked his spear from the wound, tearing skin and flesh alike, instead of a dying scream, the maddened man burst out laughing. Though the blood falling from his torso covered him to his knees, he rose, walked a few steps backward, toward some flames that were still burning, and disappeared into the fire.

When the four companions finished extinguishing it all out, and the villagers began to approach slowly, there was only a trace of soot and blood left.

—How does a madman survive such an injury? —Leofsige was the first to arrive with the dragonslayer.

—He left his shield behind —then came Cunobelinos, holding the weapon with one hand.

—Ellan —Emer called him as she approached the three men—, what's going on?

The young man had his gaze lost, with a mixture of anger and bewilderment on his face, static, in silence, as if only the trail of the raider existed before him.

—He said everything would burn tonight —he finally spoke after a moment.

—Then we must follow him, as fast as we can —the huntress replied, staring at him. He looked back at her, saw her smiling with confidence, and came back to his senses.

—Let’s go.

The trail was clear. Blood was still fresh, the soot was in the shape of footprints.

—This madman not only survives the wound —de demon commented—, but also runs with it. How far can he be?

—It will start snowing soon —said the druid—. I cannot imagine if that will slow him down or help him.

—The closer he gets to the north, the worse it will be for us —the dragonslayer replied.

The others looked at him in silence for a moment. He was at the head of the march, on his horse, while Cunobelinos advanced a few meters behind him, in his bestial form, and Emer with Leofsige closed the march on the cart.

—How so? —the huntress wanted to know.

—He’s escaping to the north. The dragons originated in the north.

Then his three companions noticed. Although they had begun a journey to the south, they were not yet far from the snow-covered north. They were in Germany, Ellanher's homeland.

Further north were the British Isles, the Scandinavian kingdoms, and the Slavic steppes. As far as the companions knew, from different points in all that vast expanse of land and ice, once in the past dragons appeared.

—We can only hurry —concluded the huntress, and the small caravan advanced as fast as possible.

The night extended through the sky. Leofsige lit a couple of torches, throwing one at Ellanher and holding another one up high from the cart. There was no other light in there, the clouds completely covered the moon and the stars.

—… But what…? —murmured the huntress, looking up.

Her companions did the same thing almost immediately, noticing it too. An almost magical flash had just gleamed from across the clouds.

Then came the roar.

—It can't be —said the druid.

—Damn it… —the demon grunted.

The dragonslayer only clenched fists and teeth, while a second roar was heard farther than the first, and then another, and another.

—By my rotten ancestors and those who do not rot —Leofsige began to say, but Emer interrupted him.

—Going forward is our only option.

The draconic raider had left a trail of kilometers, but the marks of his steps did not show that he had slowed down. His blood reflected the brightness of the torches unnaturally, and every drop shuddered when a roar pierced the clouds.

—We're going to need an army —said Leofsige, trying to keep his usual tone and failing. His three companions realized that he was afraid.

—The earth itself is rising —Cunobelinos replied.

—And can it raise an army?

—I feel the army approaching. I just hope there is not too much fire…

—Have you counted the dragons? Because I tried and I couldn't.

—Maybe it will be enough anyway if…

—If what? —the demon was completely losing his cool—. Of course, it won't be too much fire, it will be more than that, it will be something disproportionate, something legendary, it will be a bloody catastrophe!

—Shut up, Leo!! —rarely did Emer's voice carry so much strength.

—But…!

—Nothing!! —she had the tone of a veteran general—. We've faced worse and with less!

—Tell me just one…

—I don't need to!! You know well what we do, so by my ancestors keep calm, and by yours, damn it, forget the fear.

Clenching his right fist against his forehead, the demon nodded.

They went on for almost anothe, in silence. They only heard the occasional roar in addition to their cart and horses. Not much further on, they could see the smoke rising towards the clouds. After that, they could also see the winged silhouettes descending.

—They are less —said the druid suddenly, before he began to laugh with the voice of a wolf.

—What's with you? —the demon wanted to know.

—They are less than we thought! —the enormous man continued to speak as he laughed—. I can feel it in the roots and the wind! They moved so swiftly through the sky, roaring and exhaling fire, that they seemed countless!

—You see, Leo? —the huntress asked, looking at him confidently—. Our luck isn't always that bad.

—I hope it stays that way, because otherwise…

Then they saw several silhouettes surrounding them, though they had not heard their march.

—It seems you could use some help —the voice of a hidden face was heard, covered by a fur hood with wolf ears and fangs.

—Now more than ever, leader —Emer said to her, smiling from the cart.

End of Chapter 1

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