#she genuinely treats them as friends but it slowly grows twisted as time passes by
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This is why we can’t have nice things- Chat Noir and Ladybug
It’s You, My Dear
Ladybug sighs and slaps her hand against her head. “This is why we can’t have nice things, Chat.”
Chat flashes his famous Cheshire grin, wide and proud, and locks his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels to burn excess energy. “This is just an expression of my artistic genius.”
“There’s flour all over my kitchen,” Ladybug deadpans. “The kitchen that took me an hour to set up so we could cook together.”
“And now I’ve helped you decorate!” Chat replies, grinning, “Don’t crap on my creativity, M’Lady!”
“I would never crap on actual creativity,” Ladybug sighs. “This is just a mess.”
“But it’s our mess,” Chat gives Ladybug his best winning smile.
Ladybug boops Chat on the nose, causing his mouth to open in a small, perfect ‘o’. “No, it’s yours.”
Chat chuckles softly and brushes some flour off of his suit. They float to the ground like tiny snowflakes, revealing the darkness of his suit underneath. “All right, My Lady. I concede. You’re by far the better cook out of both of us. I’ll clean up, and you cook up a purr-fect feast.”
Ladybug snorts and gently slaps a layer of flour off Chat’s shoulder. “I spend a lot of time baking, Kitty, don’t be discouraged.”
Chat Noir simply laughs and brushes more flour off of him. It coats the floor. “I don’t mind if my cookies aren’t perfect. It’s fun to make them. A good friend taught me how!”
Ladybug smiles wistfully. Her train of thought arrives at the familiar Adrien station, like always, and she remembers the day a couple years ago when she taught Adrien how to bake chocolate chip cookies. But, of course, the two instances are completely unrelated.
She pushes away the nostalgia of that sweet summer day and consciously focuses on the here and now. She could make these cookies in her sleep (and she has), but right now, Chat deserves her attention.
He’s gotten most of the flour off of him now, so he looks much more like himself than Chat Blanc (although, whenever those heartbreaking memories surface when Ladybug looks at flour-covered Chat, all she has to do is look into his eyes. His beautiful, un-akumatized, green eyes. That’s her kitty.) and is sweeping up the flour on the makeshift kitchen floor - which is really a rooftop. Flour soars off the roof and into the streets below, causing passing Parisians to look up, point, and shout with excitement. Ladybug waves at them, and they eagerly wave back. She smiles at the phones with cameras pointed at her and imagines Alya’s future blog post.
But that doesn’t matter right now. She and Chat step away from the roof, and after a little while, the novelty wears off. The consistent subtle murmur of passerbys’ chatter from the streets fades into the background, and Ladybug turns back to her cookies.
“Almost done, Chat,” she calls over her shoulder.
“Wonderful, M’Lady,” he replies, spreading out the checkered picnic blanket. It’s her parent’s, soft and worn from use, and she takes it out on picnics with her friends all the time. Granted, they’re usually in a park rather than on a rooftop. “I think my friend has a picnic blanket like this. She likes to throw picnics.”
Ladybug hums in response as she takes the first batch of cookies out of the oven. “Oh, really? This is my parents’. I think it used to be popular.”
“My friend’s picnic blanket is her parents’, too,” he replies absently. “It must be.”
Ladybug piles the cookies on a plate and sets them next to the picnic basket on the blanket. Chat Noir is seated already, with his legs dangling off the rooftop, gazing at the horizon in the distance. His expression is soft and thoughtful, and his eyes are filled with a million thoughts she can not discern. It’s endearing.
Ladybug sits down next to him. “Are you ready, Kitty?”
His smile is back in full force as he snaps his head over to meet her gaze. “Of course, Bugaboo!”
Ladybug rolls her eyes, but busies herself with setting out plates for each of them. He statches a piece of cheese for his kwami for later.
She savors the way his eyes light up with delight.
They sit in comfortable silence for a little while as they enjoy the food. Parisians stroll along the streets below, mostly unaware of the heroes perched above them, save for a few sharp-eyed denizens who are rewarded with waves and winks for their efforts. After a while, Chat leans his head against Ladybug’s shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.
Ladybug snorts and pushes him, but gently. “You’re too tall for this, Chat.”
His only response is to hum contentedly and snuggle in closer, causing her to giggle despite herself. His neck is twisted almost sideways to fit on her shoulder, but he doesn’t look uncomfortable in the slightest.
She shoves him a little harder. “Chat, c’mon. You’re going to get a kink in your neck.”
“I sleep in class all the time, My Lady. I don’t mind it.” But he obliges, rubbing his neck.
Ladybug sighs good-naturedly. “That’s not good, Chat.” She’s aware that she’s a hypocrite, but only sometimes. She tries not to be. It’s hard enough to keep her grades up with all her… extracurricular activities.
Chat shrugs nonchalantly. “Sometimes I have to get up really early for pho- for my job,” he explains. “And of course the midnight akumas. I swear, does Hawk Moth ever sleep?”
Ladybug laughs at that. Tension she didn’t even realize was there fades away, floating into the wind as Ladybug’s giggles tinkle like bells and Chat grins wide at the validation. “His sleep schedule must be so messed up. Maybe that’s why he’s like that.”
“A lack of sleep does make me quite a grumpy cat,” Chat muses. “But I can say with certainty that I’ve never gone on a homicidal violence spree and tried to steal jewelry because of it.”
Ladybug giggles again. “Good job on beating Hawk Moth, then.”
Chat smirks and sighs contentedly, picking up a cookie. He sighs with pure delight as his teeth sink into it.
Ladybug watches him, smirking, ignoring the growing valley of joy in her chest at the validation. Chat’s initial reaction whenever he eats sweets is always the same - pure bliss, over the top, but always genuine. It never fails to make her smile.
She’s noticed before that Adrien reacts similarly whenever she brings in baked goods, and she knows full well he’s on a very strict diet (one that always seems to leave him tired and drained, no matter how much she tries to hide it). Chat’s home situation is probably similar, especially based on the little details he’s let slip out, which makes her blood boil. So she’s made it her mission to fill both boys up with all the treats they can handle.
It’s the little things.
“These are wonderful, M’Lady,” Chat says softly. He won’t meet her eyes.
Ladybug fights the smile growing on her face and shoves him playfully. Her feelings, and the mood, are threatening to take a turn down a road she’s terrified to explore.
Adrien. Adrien. Adrien. Remember Adrien. Do not fall for Chat Noir. Don’t ruin what you have.
“You’re just saying that,” she teases, even though she knows he’s not. The guilt stings in her stomach, settling with the homemade food she’s eating.
“Why, M’Lady, I meant what I said! These cookies are simply purr-fect.”
Ladybug placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “You got flour all over my makeshift kitchen.”
“These cookies are all the better because you made them, My Lady,” Chat smiled back, unfazed in the face of Ladybug’s annoyance, but with a touch of genuinity.
Ladybug huffed in response and spread out the picnic blanket. “Sit down already. You’re going to fill yourself up on cookies.”
Chat put the cookie he was about to bite into down and cast a longing look at the cookie platter, but sat down without complaint. “You’re a wonderful cook, My Lady!”
Ladybug smiles softly. “Thank you, Kitty.”
They lean against each other, foreheads touching, and watch the sunset. Oranges and pinks flush Paris in auroric flames. Ladybug’s hand tingles from where it’s brushing Chat’s and the cookies.
“You know,” Chat says softly, so softly Ladybug isn’t sure if she’s imagining his voice or not, “You say we can’t have nice things, but this seems pretty nice to me.”
A grin slowly worms its way up Ladybug’s face. “Yeah,” she replies, equally as soft. Chat’s ears twitch. “I think so too.” In more ways than one.
Their hands brush closer and closer until their fingers close around each other. Somehow, inexplicably, she knows Chat hears her unsaid words.
“Pretty nice,” she echoes, half to herself, as they sit on the rooftops of their city and watch the world go by. All they have is each other. All they need is each other.
The sun sets, and the world turns to shades of gray, and still they sit. Ladybug pulls out the hot chocolate, kept warm in the thermoses her family swears up and down by. They stay long after color bleeds out of the world, shoulders touching, hands entwined, heads leaning against each other despite the height difference.
It’s nearing midnight when Ladybug shifts her asleep foot and breaks the proverbial blanket over the two of them. A pang of regret resonates in her heart, but as she shakes life into her cold limbs, she knows it’s for the best. Parting is never easy, even if it’s just for the night.
With her kitty, she’d rather always be with him. Every goodbye hurts.
Chat stands up and stretches, curling up his back and tail just like a real cat. Ladybug’s mouth quirks into a teasing smile, and she reaches out to give him a quick scratch under the chin, relishing in the way his eyes close in pure safety and contentment. She presses her fingers slightly closer to feel the purr that rumbles through his body, steady and sure.
They divvy up the remaining snacks (Ladybug sneaks him half her share - he needs it more than she does. Even if all of her conceptions of his home life are mistaken, blown out of proportion, based on what she knows of Adrien’s, she does live above a bakery. But she’s fairly certain she’s not wrong on this one, despite how much she hopes she is.) and part ways for the night. Chat gives her a tight hug, and he’s so warm, just like a real cat. Ladybug melts in his embrace, and wishes they could stay there forever, frozen, untouched by the world moving around them. She knows he’s thinking the same thing.
Alas, it does have to end, and they part ways with a wave and a few nonsensical words shouted to the wind with the adrenaline from movement and the cold air kicking into their tired bodies. Ladybug begins the trek home, her limbs moving mechanically through the familiar movements as she soars over Paris in a way most people could only dream to.
When she’s safe in bed, with her diminished share of snacks tucked safely away in the cupboard, Marinette clutches her cat pillow to her and bundles up in her blankets. She thinks about how they don’t quite compare to Chat’s warmth.
Tikki, curling up on Marinette’s pillow, smiles knowingly.
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these guys are really fun to write fluff for
title is from my dear from red velvet! lyrics from this song actually inspired me to make a doc filled with title ideas (mostly song lyrics, which is what i’ve been drawing a lot from lately) and i’ve been saving this one since june 😳 i think it fits here
#wavey writes#my asks#miraculous ladybug#ml#mlb#ladybug#chat noir#miraculous ladybug fanfiction#miraculous ladybug fic#marinette dupain-cheng#adrien agreste#cat noir#ladynoir#love square#adrienette#tikki
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Maya’s (updated) relationship chart with the Obey me characters! Part 1!
This is a longer post with some spoilers and some of my Asmo's charming HC. This took forever but, I hope you enjoy it!
Lucifer:
At first, Lucifer didn't care for Maya due to feeling as though this would be a hassle to watch over a powerless human even if he was the one who picked her and her snooping around definitely didn't help.
Pretty soon however, he found her quite the wonder. Seeing how she easily won his brothers over and making packs with them fairly quickly. Even though he was concerned about her and his brothers, he couldn't help but be fascinated by her. He decided to give her a chance and try to get to know her and he was pleasantly surprised to find himself enjoying her company.
When he discovered that Maya had found Belphie, he was hurt yet conflicted. Maya broke his trust but it hurt him to watch Beel drag her off out of the house. When Maya returned, having to deal with the ridiculous plan to get him out of his room and having a heart to heart with everyone, he felt guilty, even if his pride would never admit it. For what had happened, he was mostly glad that the air was finally cleared, all because of a nosey little human and her caring nature.
Finding Maya dead crushed him more than he expected. He felt his stomach drop and for the second time, he felt so powerless as her dead body was in Mammon's arms. But then, Maya returned and she was alive, still breathing. He never dared speak this to anyone how he secretly thanked God that she was still alive.
Her connection with Lilith was a happy shock, even though it didn't change the way he feels about Maya.
As time goes on, his feelings for her bloomed to something more, yet he tries to keep it hidden because he is fully aware of Maya’s feelings towards Mammon (she hasn't been very subtle about it) and doesn't want to ruin his relationship with her. Even though it hurts his pride to do so.
As for Maya, when she first met him, she was quite intimidated by him, growing up in a christian family yet she became agnostic, her whole belief was thrown out the window and he's THE LUCIFER MORNING STAR. And so, she kept her distance from him…at first.
As time went by, she found that he wasn't what she expected or how her family spoke of him. She still would walk on eggshells around him from time to time, especially when he would throw a warning or threat her way but she found herself to feel happy to have his company most of the time.
After what happened with Belphie, she was worried Lucifer wouldn't be her dear friend anymore but, having had the heart to heart with his brothers and the reveal of her relation with Lilith, she knew that they would be fine.
Even with the occasional pranks with Satan or goofing off with Mammon, she grew to have a great respect for Lucifer. She knows that she can trust him with almost anything. She even would go as far to call him family. Even if her actual family doesn't like him, she would stand her ground for that claim.
Mammon:
When he first met her, he immediately didn't like her, due to the fact that he had to be her guardian. He really didn't want to watch over a weak human, complaining about it any chance he got. However, that quickly passed as he got to spend time with her.
Having her around, constantly being by his side, agreeing with him and simply supporting him was quite jarring to say the least. He wasn't used to someone being kind to him or not trying to insult him at any given moment. He was cautious of her affection at first, expecting her to use him or for it to be some cruel joke. But, as they grew as close friends, pulling one of his money making schemes, spending time in class or simply hanging out in her room, he found she had pure intentions.
That being said, that was put into question when Belphie came into the picture. When she was dragged out with Beel, he locked himself in his room and wondered if what he feared was true, if she really was just using him. When she came back and properly explained the situation, he knew that she was telling the truth and was more than glad that their friendship wasn't a big lie.
When Maya died, he honestly felt his world crumble. He held her body and felt that he lost the only thing that he truly cared for. If he wasn't so distraught by Maya’s death, he would've torn into Belphie for taking the one person who actually treated him like he was worth something. He was stunned yet overjoyed by Maya being alive but it also put his viewpoint on his feelings with Maya into light. He knew that he cared for her more than just close friends.
The reveal of Lilith was shocking, but that was honestly the last thing that mattered to him. What mattered to him was who Maya was and she was someone he cared about truly and deeply.
Time passes and he slowly slips deeper into her love and affection. His crush on her evolves into something more, something serious. He simply can't stand the thought of losing her to someone else, anyone else. He loves her, and wants to tell her and the world that that's his human, he's her guardian, her first man and he intends to keep it that way.
As for Maya, when she first met Mammon, she was a blushing mess. It was like love at first sight, even though she didn't realize it at the time. Her heart was racing and she tried her best not to stumble on her words. She couldn't understand what was happening to her at first, why she had all the butterflies in her stomach, even when all he did was complain on the way to HOL.
As time went on, she quickly realized that she was having an equivalent to a school girl crush for Mammon. She tried to push her feelings down, because, well, she just met the guy. As she got to spend more time with him however, she only fell for him more. She honestly couldn't help it! She often wonders how his brothers could be so cruel to him and hated it. Seeing him hesitate to her kindness broke her heart. She decided that instead of shoving her feelings away, that she would make it her duty to shower him with affection, giving him love that he lacks and so clearly needs.
After being dragged off with Beel, she was extremely scared that she ruined everything that she had with Mammon. When she came back, she quickly explained everything that had happened, assuring him that their friendship wasn't a lie. She was more than relieved for him to forgive her.
She found that her feelings for him would only grow and chose to accept it. She truly loves to be with him, hanging out, coming up with schemes, even if they go south, and she just simply loves him. She doesn't care what her family says about him, they don't know him like she does. They don't know how he protects her, cares for her, maybe even loves her. She wasn't one to believe in soulmates however, after meeting Mammon, she now truly believes that they were fated to meet.
Levi:
When Levi met Maya, he wanted nothing to do with her. She was a normie, thus, not worth his time. He didn't bother to get to know her, even when he and Maya worked together to pressure Mammon into a pact.
After making a pact with her however, he finally decided to actually get to know her and discovered that they actually had a lot in common. He first thought that maybe this is her still sucking up to him but, after seeing her games, her favorite animes and even some of the drawings she drew, he found that she was being genuine.
When Belphie revealed himself, his self loathing consumed him as she left with Beel. In his mind, he thought that it was all a lie because would anyone actually be friends with an otaku like him. When Maya apologized and explained herself, he was happy that she genuinely wanted to be friends with him. She was Henry to his Lord of Shadows. True best friends.
When Maya was in Mammon's arms, dead, his face went pale. His Henry, gone. Forever. How could this have happened? How could Belphie do this? Why? His one true friend was taken from him too soon. He felt himself release the breath that he didn't even know he was holding when Maya turned out to be alive. He was relieved, extremely happy that his best friend was ok and safe.
When Maya's lineage was revealed, it was definitely a plot twist he didn't see coming. He was glad Lilith lived but Maya was her own person, and cared about her as such.
Afterwards, Levi and Maya became best friends over their shared love of video games and anime. He finally found someone in real life who understands him, who actually gets him. He found his true friend.
As for Maya, she did want to be friends with Levi, seeing that they had plenty of things in common but Levi's constant reluctance to open up and being rude to her made it hard for her to not dislike him.
Slowly, as she showed Levi her shared love of video games and anime, she saw him open up to her and finally started to share his love for the same things. They soon became good friends and even started to marathon different animes every Saturday or play video games hours on end.
After leaving with Beel, she felt pretty guilty, knowing full well that Levi would dive into his self loathing. So when she came back, she quickly apologized, reassuring him that she truly wants to be friends and was happy to find that he forgave her.
With everything that happened, their friendship grew stronger. The two of them would geek out over all of the upcoming games, theorize over what would happen next in the next episode of the anime they were watching and even show each other the drawings they drew. They definitely have become very good friends.
Satan:
When Satan met Maya, he neither disliked her nor was interested in her. He simply saw her as an exchange student. Nothing more, nothing less.
His curiosity was piqued by her making pacts with his brothers left and right. He definitely tried to use her to piss off Lucifer by making a pact with her. Though, seeing her being so kind to not just his brothers but to him as well, he honestly felt bad for trying to pressure her into a pact for a petty reason. He finally opened up to her and was happy to be friends with her.
When Belphie showed up, it definitely was a shock, due towards Lucifer's actions more than anything. He definitely knew that Maya had no ill intent and knew it was for the best that Beel took her when he left. He understood Beel took her for her safety. When she came back, he didn't need her to explain herself. He pretty much understood the situation based on the kind of person she is. A person who sticks her nose in others business with nothing but the pure intention of helping others.
Seeing Maya dead, fueled him with a type of anger he's never felt before. He understood that Belphie hated humans but couldn't understand why he would do this to someone as caring and kind as Maya. Someone who only wanted to help him and his brothers. He felt a weight lifting off his chest when Maya was perfectly fine and alive.
Finding out about her and Lilith definitely made him feel some positive way, though he never really knew who Lilith was thus, didn't change his opinion of Maya in any way.
However, they became good friends. He would share his passion for books with her, telling her all about the stories he read as Maya listened enthusiastically, he would even listen to the few books she likes. Though their taste in books are very different, he finds the conversations he has with her something to look forward to, as she had a different viewpoint most of the time and her opinion definitely interested him.
As for Maya, she was pretty confused how he was the Avatar of Wrath. To her, he seemed like a pretty stand up individual. He didn't really stand out to her anymore then that.
But, as time passed, she had seen the cracks of his mask and was able to see exactly why he was called "Avatar of Wrath". When he tried to make a pact with her the first time was when she got a clear idea of why he has that title. He definitely made it more apparent with the swapping incident with him and Lucifer. That being said, she was always somewhat aware of why he was at odds with Lucifer. But she was fully aware after finding out that Satan's origins were…different to say the least.
She was a bit worried that Satan would be upset with her when she left with Beel. She was afraid that he would get the wrong idea of her; however, Satan didn't bother to let her apologize, having already figured out roughly what the situation was and her true goal was only to help. She was glad he understood where she was coming from.
When everything calmed down, Maya and Satan actually got to spend more time together and grew to be pretty good friends. They get together at the library sometimes and discuss the books that they would read at the time. Since Maya is a dog person, her and Satan would get into heated debates about what was better, dogs or cats. All of the time. Maya is also a reluctant member of the Anti-Lucifer League. All and all, they have a pretty good friendship.
Asmo:
When Asmo met Maya, she was a pretty face to talk to. He was quick to strike up a conversation with her, despite being forbidden to, he couldn't help but try to charm her, just for a bit. However, he found that she was pretty resistant to it and did love a challenge.
As time went on however, he kept coming to the same conclusion, that his charming really wasn't working on her, no matter what he did. So he decided it must be due to her being a virgin and gave up. But wait, his "six sense" was going off like crazy telling him otherwise. Wait, she isn't a virgin? Now, that's interesting…and now she has incredible hidden power? Sign him up! He knew she was special but she also was slowly helping his family come back together. She truly was a pure saint!
When Belphie came up, he was hurt by the thought that Maya was only thinking of Belphie and not him. Because, how could she think of anyone but him! When Maya apologized however, he knew to trust her word. She was always one to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Maya dying honestly scared him. He couldn't believe that someone like her could end up like this, to his little brother no less! All she wanted to do was help the family, how could he do this to her! He immediately hugged Maya when she turned out to be ok. Don't scare him like that! It's bad for his skin!
Lilith living was quite the shock, it's no wonder Maya was so sweet and caring. However, she was very different from her in many ways and she was someone just as special.
All and all, Asmo was pretty much Maya's BFF. He always gossips with her, doing her nails and goes out shopping with her when he gets the chance. He also admires how powerful she truly is. Being able to be immune to his charming and secretly being more powerful than Solomon is definitely something to respect in his eyes. He will try charming her every now and then. One day it'll work, right?
As for Maya, Asmo definitely caught her attention. He was stunning and kinda made her a bit insecure about herself. He was definitely the friendly type, she guessed it came with the territory of being "Avatar of Lust".
Getting to know him better showed that they clicked pretty well. They would tell each other juicy stories and share some more private stories with each other. Maya had to refrain from doing so for a while as Asmo would get too…excited and would want more explicit details of her more…intimate stories. Besides that, they both got along pretty well.
With the whole deal with Belphie, she felt pretty bad. She had hoped Asmo would see that she was just trying to help his family, like she always did and wouldn't take it to heart. She was very happy that Asmo accepted her apology.
Maya and Asmo were best friends after everything. Asmo would wipe away any insecurities that she would have by telling her how amazing and beautiful she is, take her out shopping, whatever it took. Asmo was basically Maya's hype man as Maya was his. Together they can take on anything!
Beel:
When Beel met Maya, she seemed…so small. Are humans supposed to be that small? It was kinda cute actually. When she introduced herself, Beel instinctively crouched down to meet her gaze yet he couldn't understand why she got all huffy. Cute.
Getting to know her, he got to see how lively she was, even for someone as small as her. She was like a firecracker and he enjoyed spending time with her. He also got to see how caring she was, trying to help his family anyway she can. It was something that drew his attention, family was important to him too so it definitely warmed his heart to see her care about them so much.
When Belphie came back, he was extremely grateful to Maya. She was helping him this whole time! He honestly couldn't thank her enough for helping Belphie in his time of need. He needed to get her out of there before Lucifer did something to her! He needs to repay her for all she's done and being her protector is just the start of that.
Seeing Maya dead to Belphie's hands…he honestly didn't know what to think. He knew Belphie hated humans but…why her? Couldn't he see, she was different, she was kind and caring and all she wanted to do was help him, help the family. He cares for Belphie but Maya was someone special as well. Seeing Maya alive, he couldn't help lift her into the air into a hug after Asmo. He couldn't be more thankful that she was alright.
Lilith…was alive and Maya is her distant descendent? He felt the weight of Lilith's "death" finally lifted off his shoulders. Even if it was just a little. He's happy that she was happy. As for Maya it's just another thing that makes her so amazing! He understands she isn't Lilith and Maya couldn't replace her. Yet, Maya was still just as special in her own way. She perfectly fits into the family.
He became extremely close to Maya. He always thought sharing food with her, spending time with her or simply relaxing in her room was the best. He just thinks she fits so perfectly in his embrace. He knows he cares for her but it's different. He couldn't exactly put his finger on this feeling he has and what he doesn't realize yet, his feelings were starting to grow into something more.
As for Maya, when she met Beel, she was pretty shocked how big he was to her, like everyone was already taller than her but, Beel and Diavolo were different on a whole nother level. Hey! You don't have to crouch down like I'm a kid! Though, she can tell by his smile that he means well.
Hanging out with Beel made her realize that he was basically a gentle giant. She honestly thought he was such a sweetheart. After getting to know each other better, he would tell Maya a few stories about him and his brothers, even some about when they were angels. All these stories fascinated her and she returned the gesture by telling him a few stories about her, her own older sisters and the rest of her family from the human realm.
It honestly warmed her heart to see Beel so happy to be with his twin again. It was a bit upsetting to see Beel blaming himself for what happened to Belphie. She tried to reassure him that he's not to blame, it's not like he could have known after all.
Maya and Beel were the best of friends when all was said and done. They hang out everyday, go out to eat at a new restaurant every Monday after R.A.D. and even try a new recipe whenever it's their turn to cook dinner. Maya spends almost as much time with Beel as she does with Mammon. Maya thinks as Beel as her best friend and admires him for his loyalty to his family. She knows family is important to him like it is to her and every passing day, Beel helps make her feel like she was truly part of the family. A home away from home.
Belphie:
When Belphie saw Maya walk up to the attic, he simply saw his ticket out of his prison. He didn't want anything to do with her yet, he needed her, to use her to get out. She was a human. Because of human's, Lilith died, they need to pay. All of them. For the time being, he'd play along, until he was free.
Though he would never admit it at the time, he was honestly glad to have her keep him company. Since the only other person who knew he was up here was Lucifer, it was nice to see someone else, anyone else. He still didn't like her because of her humanity but somehow, he was starting to notice how nice she was being, how determined she was to help him. She really shouldn't blindly place her trust on anyone she meets. It works out for him though, right?
Finally making his grand entrance, he loved the pissed off look on Lucifer's face, the shock on everyone else's and Beel…his twin, he really did miss his brother. It's unfortunate the Beel decided to drag him and Maya off, he'll have to take care of Maya at a different time but for now, he just wanted to spend time with Beel.
Killing Maya…was a rush. His mission was complete, the exchange program would crumble. Though at the same time, he had a pang of guilt. He couldn't really understand why nor did he really care. But, wait, she's alive?! How?! Why?! That is quite interesting, isn't it? But that pang of guilt is gone, slightly. He'll avenge Lilith. He's doing this for her.
No…no…no! It can't be true! It's a lie! Wait…it is true? Truly? But…if all that is true and Maya…he felt extremely guilty when the truth came into the light. Thanks to his brothers, the guilt he had for Lilith's fate is finally beginning to heal, he can finally start to move on. As for Maya…that's a whole new guilt to take form. He needed to fix this. He had to.
Belphie knew that Maya no longer trusted him, he could see her try to move past what happened but he noticed her new…ticks. She would fidget when she was around him, a hand rubbing the front of her neck, how her body would always be turned halfway to him, seemingly ready to bolt at any given moment. When he was in his demon form, he would see her visibly shaking. Even when they start to be friends, every now and then she'd flinch at his sudden movements or if he would get too upset about something. His demon form however was still out of the question for her. He knew that this would take a long time and he would wait patiently. He would wait forever if he had to, and if he's being honest with himself, he would be more than grateful for her to fully trust him again simply because he feels that he doesn't deserve it. He could never forgive himself for what he's done and he would do whatever it took for her to fully trust him again.
As for Maya, seeing Belphie locked in the attic was definitely a shock. What was he doing here? Why? He's a human, huh? But, he looks familiar. Wait, he was in the painting by the stairs, he's Belphie!
Getting to know the mysterious 7th brother, she couldn't put her finger on it but something was…off with Belphie. Something in the back of her mind was nagging at her but she ignored it. Sure, this family had its fair share of kinks but she wanted to help in any way she could. She simply wants to help.
She thought the reunion with Belphie wouldn't be this…tense. The nagging in the back of her mind was getting stronger by the minute as Belphie seemed to change, it was only a moment before Beel dragged us off but, something about him in that moment was a bit…unsettling to say the least.
Maya's trust in him was shattered. She hated him. After everything she had done, despite her gut instincts warning her of this, she still helped him and he killed her…well, she really wanted to hate him, she had every right to but yet, she understood that his hatred wasn't actually aimed at her but at humanity as a whole. She just got caught in the crossfire. For a while, she kept her distance from him. That was until Belphie had wanted to have a serious talk with her, to apologize. She agreed on the condition of having Mammon and Beel nearby to intervene if necessary. Once they cleared the air, she tried her best to move past it. It was hard. Very hard. It would take her an extremely long time for her to get over her new ticks she developed because of him and even longer for her to trust him again. She would forgive him but she could never, never forget.
#obey me#obey me mc#obey me maya#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke
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Here it is, my first CR fic! It's such a me move to finish my first CR fic the week the campaign ends. I am so happy to have this finished and really excited to get it out into the world. I hope you all enjoy!
All I Want is to Trust You
Word Count: 4278
Summary:
Essek and The Mighty Nein set off for Aeor and what could be their final adventure, but encounter an old "friend" on the way...
Or, Ashley Johnson rolled another dragon.
Read on Ao3 or below the cut!
Luxon, it’s bright. Essek thinks for the third time in twenty minutes. The parasol Jester gifted him several weeks ago offers some relief from the sun above them, but the reflection off the snow is relentless. Even the others, with no naturally ingrained light sensitivity, squint at the glittering landscape around them. He had been doing his best to hide his discomfort throughout their travel. They have only been on the road for a few hours; he couldn’t let them question for even a moment that he couldn’t handle this, that they had made the wrong decision.
“Sunny day,” Caduceus remarks, and not for the first time Essek wonders if firbolgs can somehow read minds. “How’s that treating you?” the cleric nods towards the spiraling configuration of lace and silk casting inappropriately-shaped shadows over Essek’s form.
“Ah, it is doing well enough.” Essek offers a smile that feels a bit more like a grimace. “The glare can get a bit irritating. But I’ll be fine.”
Jester snorts out a laugh somewhere to his left. “What did your soldiers and stuff say when you used that at the outpost?”
“I, uh, have not had the need for it until we disembarked. I do not spend much time on the walls outside of brief inspections, which I usually do when the sun sets. But it is certainly coming in handy now.”
“Not that he would use it around his people anyway. Gotta keep up appearances, right, Shadowhand?” Beauregard calls over her shoulder from her position at the front of the pack with Yasha, packing an extra note of sarcasm into his title.
His mouth begins forming a retort, but a soft Zemnian voice cuts through from somewhere close behind him, “He has to command respect from his people, Beauregard. Not all of us can punch our way through a bureaucracy.”
Beauregard mumbles something that sounds vaguely insulting and turns her gaze back on the fractured and frozen landscape ahead of them. Essek looks over his shoulder at Caleb, shooting a brief but genuine smile before quickly turning to focus again on the snow several inches below his floating feet. Gotta keep up appearances, right? sneers once again through his mind, laced with mistrust and a wound still far too fresh. Another voice creeps in: Time. It takes time. He had meant that for Essek’s change, for his growth and healing, but he supposes it’s true for the rest of them as well. Choosing him for this journey is a good step in a lengthy process, but perhaps he can speed it up a bit. Time is one of his specialties, after all.
Taking a deep breath and bracing himself for the chill Essek glides gently down until his feet rest on the snow’s surface. It is much softer than he thought, and he sinks several inches further down with each step. He glances at some of the Mighty Nein around him, hoping he looks as though he is scanning the surroundings rather than watching for their reactions. Jester brightens and Fjord’s mouth quirks up at the edges. Caduceus’ easy smile widens for a moment. He will not turn around to look at Veth and Caleb, that would be far too obvious, and Beauregard and Yasha are too far ahead to have noticed so he is unsure of their reactions. But for a moment he allows himself to imagine Caleb’s eyes crinkling at the edges, some of the ice crusted in his beard shifting and falling into his scarf as he smiles.
He starts to imagine brushing the crystals from his scarf, resting a hand on his shoulder, then the side of his face, leaning in slowly… when Caduceus stiffens beside him, squinting at something in the distance. He motions for the others to stop and calls a low warning to the fighters in the front. “South.”
Essek turns and looks southward and struggles for a moment to see what has Caduceus worried. When he does, though, the chill beginning to seep into his feet and legs travels directly to his heart. A white dragon, and a big one from the looks of it, is swooping low over the tundra. Beauregard’s voice momentarily breaks him out of his panic as she and Yasha rejoin the group.
“Aw, this bitch again? She doesn’t know when to let up. Are we hiding or fighting?”
Again? Light, they’ve fought an Ancient dragon before?
“She certainly wasn’t pleasant to encounter last time, and we had Lucien and his group with us then. Perhaps we hide and continue making our way towards the ruins when it’s safe.” Fjord replies.
“But we have Essek with us now! He’s super powerful and the Tomb Takers didn’t care if we died in that fight. Essek does!” Jester pipes up.
“U-um,” Essek stammers. Coward.
“I am also sure he cares if he dies in that fight, Jester.” Caleb comes to his rescue once again. “Perhaps we take cover for now and prepare for the worst?”
The Mighty Nein begin scanning their surroundings for something large enough to offer all of them enough cover. The ice spires have been increasingly sparse as they moved closer to Aeor, but Yasha manages to spot a few groupings of broken spires and large sheets of ice that may be able to offer some cover. Essek stows away his small globe of warmth and Jester’s parasol and follows the group as they attempt to silently make their way to cover.
Upon further inspection they will have to split the party between two clusters of spires and fragmented ice sheets roughly 35 feet apart. It will make for good cover but will also make it difficult to plan in case of an attack.
After a few moments of tense bickering about what to do next Beauregard grabs Caleb and Caduceus by the elbow. “There’s no use fighting over a plan we’re going to abandon anyway. Separate the clerics and wizards, stay hidden until you can’t anymore, and fuck that dragon up if we need to. Everyone good with that?”
Everyone nods their agreement and Beauregard drags Caleb and Caduceus over to the farthest ice cluster with Yasha close at their heels, leaving Fjord, Veth, Jester, and Essek to take cover at the closest.
They spend a few moments crowding closely underneath the ice, Essek readying some components in case things turn sour. Luxon, he hopes they are hidden well. He will not run from this fight, and has complete faith in the Mighty Nein’s combat abilities, but an ancient dragon? This is not exactly what he bargained for when he signed up for an adventure with this group.
Veth perks up for a moment and glances quickly at Essek and the others before whispering “Yeah Cay, we’re ready. Does Deucy see anything? I can’t see around Fjord’s skinny ass.”
“Thank you?” Fjord comments, his blade shimmering faintly in one hand and the other firmly grasping Jester’s.
Veth shoots a lingering look at Essek in the silence, presumably listening to another message. She whispers again to thin air, “Yeah, he looks scared shitless but I’m sure he’ll be fine. Right, Essek?”
Essek Thelyss, Shadowhand of the Bright Queen, Traitor of the Dynasty, is confident he has never been described as ‘scared shitless’. And it has never been more accurate. “I’ll manage,” he replies through gritted teeth.
She pulls out a wire and whispers into cupped hands, “He said he’ll be fine, but baby boy Fjord needed Jester to hold his hand,” she chuckles into her gloves before muttering “youcanreplytothismessage” and shoving the wire back into a pocket of her pastel-hued winter garb. Essek has a moment to briefly wonder if she ever gets the wire tangled in those peculiar antlers before there is a soft whooshing of wings nearby.
Jester and Fjord, who had been softly talking strategy, fall immediately silent. Everyone huddles impossibly closer in an attempt to stay hidden, and Veth manages to disappear completely in the center of their clump. They all hold their breath as the dragon, called Gelidon as someone mentioned, flies closer to the hidden party.
The beating of leathery draconic wings grows louder with each passing moment, Gelidon releasing a thundering roar that sounds far too close for Essek’s comfort. He can’t help glancing in Fjord’s direction out of fear. The half-orc has always had a calm, steadying nature in the face of the Nein’s dangerous brand of chaos. Now he looks towards the direction of Gelidon’s fury, his hand shifting to Jester’s waist while she gathers spell components.
Fjord catches Essek looking at him and gives a tusk-filled grin. “We like to take all of our friends dragon-fighting on their first adventure. Really gets the blood moving.”
“Yeah Twiggy really seemed to enjoy it,” Jester chuckled lightly, twisting the ruby at her throat with a nervous tremor in her voice.
“You are some very interesting people,” Essek returns Jester’s nervous chuckle before his focus is pulled once again to the dragon-shaped shadow racing across the tundra. The hulking beast lands with a crash about a hundred feet away from the group’s hiding spot, kicking up a wave of snow around her taloned feet.
She crouches low towards the snow and moves a few feet in their direction, nostrils flaring as she breathes deeply. Her breath escapes in a low laugh that reverberates directly into Essek’s nerves.
“I have not forgotten your scent, you little cretins.” She breathes deeply once again. “There are fewer of you, now. Split off from your little friends, did you? And hiding too. Cowardly without their protection-“ Gelidon roars the last word, whipping her tail through a pile of ice and snow nearby. It explodes in a shower of shimmering crystals and frozen rubble around her.
“I suppose that’s our cue,” Fjord mumbles before whispering a few arcane words, the runes along his blade lighting up as he flies through the air towards Gelidon. Jester holds out her hand and a bubblegum pink light gathers in her palm before streaking off, striking the dragon in the side, and surrounding her with a faint pink glow.
“Thanks, Jessie!” Veth calls as she darts out from behind Jester’s back and runs towards Gelidon, taking a shot with her crossbow that sinks deep into the joint where shoulder meets torso. The dragon roars in pain and begins flying towards the now-revealed party members, far faster than Essek had anticipated. She meets Fjord mid-air and snaps at him with her jaws. He manages to fly out of the way before they close around him, but the motion leaves him open for her claws to rake across his chest sending him spinning through the air.
Seeing the bleeding gash in Fjord’s coat Essek immediately begins searching his components for a black marble, deciding that he would like to stay as far away as he can from the ancient fucking dragon his friends had somehow angered. He brings his hand forward with the marble sitting in his palm and mutters a few arcane words before closing his fingers around the marble so tightly his knuckles turn white. A black sphere of dunamantic energy appears just behind and beneath the dragon, attempting to pull her towards the earth without catching Fjord in its crushing radius. Essek growls in frustration as Gelidon manages to wrench herself out of the gravity sinkhole’s grasp, still harming her slightly but not pulling her to the ground.
Out of the corner of his eye Essek catches Beauregard running with frightening speed across the snow, barely even leaving a footprint as she sprints towards the dragon. Yasha runs behind her, also unnaturally fast. Essek has a moment to catch the faint shimmer of transmutative energy indicating a haste spell before Yasha is running up an ice spire that has fallen at a slight angle. When she reaches the top she leaps, and Essek lets out a small gasp of surprise as pure white wings erupt from her shoulders and spread into the air. She goes into a steep dive and scoops Beauregard off of the ground. Essek hears a faint “Remember me?” and laughter as Beauregard is deposited on Gelidon’s back.
Essek glances around the edge of the ice cave he continues to hide in, looking for Caleb and Caduceus. The cleric is slowly making his way towards the fray with Caleb close behind, tucking some licorice root into a coat pocket.
The next few moments are a blur of battle, everyone trading blows with Gelidon as she roars and thrashes through the air. Fjord and Yasha strike out at her with steel and she returns with tooth and claw. Beauregard runs up and down her spine, managing to find weak points in her scales and driving both staff and fists into her body. Veth shoots bolt after bolt, some of them crackling with arcane energy. Jester and Caduceus weave divine energy to help their friends and cause further harm to their draconic foe. Essek sends a variety of ranged spells her way, still determined to keep out of range of her ice breath and teeth.
Caleb does the same, weaving combat spells and slinging fire with such ease that Essek has to force his own attention back to the battle at hand. Every time a bolt of fire or magic missile hits true on their foe Essek glances back at the other wizard as he ducks back into his own icy hiding place, his blue eyes as cold and determined as their surroundings.
His gaze returns to the battle as the dragon roars once again, thrashing violently in the air after a strike from Beauregard. She throws the monk’s body into the air, smashing her with her tail as she falls. Beauregard gets up and appears more annoyed than injured, shaking some snow out of her coat.
“Can someone take this bitch down? Or get me back up?” she calls to the others.
Essek searches his mental catalogue of the spells he prepared for the journey and brightens as he remembers the magnify gravity spell currently at his disposal. He can help, he can be useful and prove that it was worthwhile to bring him on this journey. He begins to weave the incantation for the spell before he stops short. The range on this is much shorter than gravity sinkhole. In order to be useful, he must get closer and risk being frozen, or worse, by an ancient white dragon. Essek spends another moment watching his friends throw themselves at this creature with little regard for their own safety and remembers why he came on this adventure in the first place.
I am on borrowed time, he had said at the outpost. The world is in danger, they had told him after a battle that had almost taken them from him before he had a chance to offer his aid. I will do what I can, he has told them so many times. I can do this, he thinks to himself, for them, I can do this. Essek takes a deep breath and steps into the blinding sun, towards an ancient white dragon.
He runs as far as he can and throws his arms forward, drawing his hands together then pulling them towards his body and yelling the incantation for magnify gravity at the top of his lungs. Gelidon roars once more, attempting to fly out of the pull of the spell before being yanked into the snow, unable to fight the additional arcane strength that Essek had funneled into it.
“Ha!” Essek cheers as Gelidon attempts to stand and fly once more, but is held firmly to the ground for the moment.
Beauregard gives him a thumbs-up and a “Thanks, man!” before running towards her to lay more blows into the dragon’s thick hide. The rest of the Mighty Nein take advantage of Gelidon’s momentary stationary position and attack with renewed force before she is able to right herself.
Which, much to Essek’s displeasure, she manages to do. He knew it would not keep her down for long, but he was hoping to give everyone a bit more of an edge. Now she rises on her hind legs, screaming into the sky and thrashing with her claws. As she lands back on all fours she beats her wings and takes flight once more, rearing her head back as ice gathers at the corners of her mouth. Realizing what she is about to do, everyone attempts to brace themselves for the incoming ice breath.
Essek has never had much need for a sturdy physical form. His weapon was his mind, and that was the muscle he chose to focus his energies strengthening. It has been the correct path for most of his 120-odd years of existence, only truly irking him when Verin would wrestle him to the ground while playing “ambush” or when an experiment went awry and he suffered some physical malady because of it. Now, however, when completely encased by the frozen hell of a dragon’s breath, he finds himself briefly regretting a few of his life choices as he takes the full force of the impact.
It chills him to his very core. His white cloak and mantle are immediately stiff with ice and it takes great effort to move his hands out from under the frozen material. He can feel frostbite beginning to encase the tips of his ears, turning them a deeper purple than his drow skin. As hard as he tries he cannot control the shivering while the pain nearly brings him to his knees. Beauregard appears to be having a similar reaction, while the others either did not take the full force of the blow or were outside of its range.
“Scheiße!” Essek turns his head to see Caleb coming towards them. No, turn back, he wants to yell. You cannot take a hit like this any better than I can. But all that comes out of his mouth is a strained whimper as he tries to recover from the pain.
“Essek, I need you to trust me!” Caleb calls as he pulls something from his coat. Essek almost laughs. You are not the untrustworthy one in this equation, he thinks bitterly. But he only nods and allows the warmth of Caleb’s magic to wash over him. It is only as he begins to feel his form shift that he notices the cocoon in Caleb’s hand. Shit-
He is…tall. Far taller than he has ever been while floating. He has used levitate spells to reach high shelves in places before, but this is different. He is tall, and his feet are firmly on the ground. As he looks down he is caught even further off guard by the presence of ivory tusks and a long, furred trunk. And his fur is…purple?
Before he has another moment to consider this strange new anatomy, he is caught by the sounds of a dragon roaring in front of him. Oh, that’s right. He’s fighting a dragon with his friends. The realization jars him almost as much as his new physical form did.
In the time it took Essek to ponder his new mammoth form the Mighty Nein had managed to ground the dragon once more. She is bleeding from several wounds and appears to be staggering a bit in place. In her desperate frenzy she begins striking out at anything and anyone around her, trying to escape the adventurers who now have her surrounded. Essek charges into the fray, trumpeting a sort of battle cry as he digs his tusks into the exposed side of the dragon attacking his friends.
A burst of flaming magic erupts into her from the snow beneath her. She turns toward its source, and Essek spins his gaze with her to see Caleb standing a short way away, a cat’s cradle of yarn in his hands. Wind whips stray strands of hair around his head and into his face as he stands firm. Gelidon begins to crawl towards him in a rage and he immediately blanches, realizing that he has now drawn the ire of this creature. Essek attempts to strike out with his tusks once again but they scrape uselessly against her armor-like scales. A few of the others get a hit in, but she takes the blows and charges onward toward her quarry.
Caleb looks up at the dragon, fear in his eyes as she unleashes a flurry of frenzied strikes into him. Blood blooms across his chest, arms, and face as her teeth and claws all hit home. Caleb throws an arm up with a magical shield beginning to form around his body, but it is shattered against Gelidon’s fury. With a final slash of her claws Caleb is thrown across the snow and lays motionless.
Essek is shunted back into his elven form and the pain of his previous injuries screams through his nerves before something else overtakes him. His heart pounds and cheeks heat with a terrified rage at seeing Caleb lying in the snow. One arm is bent awkwardly under his body, legs curled to the side as the snow blossoms a stomach-churning pink around his unconscious form. Essek cannot see his face at this angle and is briefly thankful to avoid seeing the wizard’s freckles shrouded in specks of blood and gore.
As his fear and fury build Essek feels gravity begin to coalesce around him, the magic sparking through his nerves like the beginning of a lightning bolt. Instead of electricity, Essek summons the rest of his strength to draw on the dunamancy around him. He brings out a shard of onyx from his components and slashes it across his palm. The drops of blood are frozen in space in front of him, and as he waves his hands they create a small circle in the air. A black void of deep nothingness appears around Gelidon’s torso as she licks her lips, turning back towards the others now that Caleb is down. She rears up on her hind legs and unleashes a roar that quickly turns into an ear-splitting scream as Essek crashes his hands together, pulling the blood into a tight sphere no bigger than a marble. The sound that emanates from Gelidon’s ribs is reminiscent of a tree being struck by lightning. The cracks echo over the tundra before Gelidon’s body turns a deep gray and falls away to dust.
They all stand in silence for a heartbeat before Jester and Caduceus are running to Caleb’s aid. Essek nearly stumbles to his knees as he follows close behind while trying to stay out of their way. Caduceus places his hands over Caleb’s chest and pink lichen spreads over his coat. A deep, verdant green light glows beneath it before the lichen shrivels and crumbles off the wounds. Caleb lets out a low groan and rubs at his forehead.
“Hey there, good to see you back with us.” Caduceus smiles and leans back on his heels.
“Is she dead or did she run?” Caleb attempts to sit up and look around before wincing and laying back down in the snow.
“Essek took care of her actually, and quite handily,” Fjord answers over Caduceus’ shoulder.
“It was so cool Caleb! He did some sort of awesome fucked-up gravity magic and she turned to dust! To dust, Caleb! Oh my gosh, I really wish you were conscious for that because you would’ve thought it was so cool.” Jester bounces on her toes and looks between the wizards with a half-cocked smile.
“Perhaps you will have to show me that one some other time,” Caleb says as he turns to Essek. “Are you alright, mein freund?”
Essek’s laugh comes out a little more breathless than he would have liked. “Which one of us is lying in the snow right now?”
“Good point,” Caleb’s eyes crinkle at the edges and Essek desperately hopes his blush is mistaken for post-battle adrenaline. “Shall we sit for a moment, catch our breath?”
“Good plan, you wizards are looking pretty fucked up,” Beauregard calls from where she leans heavily on Yasha, clutching a gash in her side. “Good shot though, Essek. Although I would’ve liked some of those dragon teeth to put with the T-Rex.”
“I will try to kill the next ancient dragon a little less thoroughly next time,” Essek retorts. Beauregard smirks and begins limping her way back to the fallen ice spires to take cover while they rest.
As the rest of the Nein follow her Essek falls into step with Caleb at the back of the group.
“You turned me into a mammoth.”
“I did. Squishy wizards need to stay in the back.” Caleb gestures to the partially-healed gash in his side.
“It was a bit, ah, strange. Is that a strategy you employ often?”
“Only when things get bad. Couldn’t have you getting knocked down in front of a dragon like that. We protect our friends, here in the Mighty Nein. Seems like you’re catching on to that.” He gives Essek a tight smile.
Friends. Essek feels the ice from the dragon’s breath melt slightly from the warmth spreading through his chest. “I am unsure that I can protect all of you all of the time, but I want to try. I cannot undo everything that I have done, but that much I can do.”
Caleb doesn’t reply, just smiles a bit wider and gives Essek’s shoulder a squeeze. And maybe it’s because he was injured, or perhaps it was Essek’s imagination, but he swears that Caleb lets his hand linger for just a moment longer than usual.
#this was so much fun to write#i love combat dunamancy yall#and the wizards#also very fitting that my first cr fic was mildly shadowgasty#critical role#the mighty nein#essek thelyss#caleb widowgast#shadowgast#gelidon#cr fanfic#cw: blood
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Names and Faces
Star Wars: The Bad Batch fanfiction
No romantic relationships; Omega, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, 99, Nala Se
1999 words (I really couldn’t have just added one more, could I?)
Ao3
Summary: Imagine growing up on Kamino, dysphoric for a face that you see reflected back at you not only in the mirror but in everyone around you. Imagine what it would mean to be finally be seen as different, knowing that people were finally seeing you as you saw yourself.
Omega deals with growing up trans on Kamino, and how to later tell her newfound family this important piece of her identity and history.
TW: non-graphic violence between the first and second breaks, and mentions of/hinting toward dysphoria throughout
It was an okay face, she supposed. If she looked at it from a certain angle. And squinted a bit. The jaw was too set and square; nose too wide and flat; hair too rigid. But the eyes….the eyes were good. She had to learn to like this face. She was stuck with it.
“The hell are you looking at, Question Mark?”
The jeering voice shook her out of her thoughts and she winced. She’d been daydreaming in the middle of the cafeteria while staring directly at another clone. Again. He stepped towards her, brows knit together in a familiar fury. A group of clones stood behind him, backing him up. “I asked you a question, Question Mark,” he hissed, using the snide nickname some of the clones had branded her with. She was always disappearing for tests or riding the heels of Nala Se. No one quite knew what to make of her. To them, she was a big question mark.
She stood and looked into that face, her face, reflected back at her. She tried to keep hers neutral as she said sternly, “That’s not my name.”
**
The other clone smirked. “Well, what is it then, Question Mark?” He took another step toward her, those copper-colored eyes still menacingly afire. “Or is that just another question mark for us, too?”
Fortunately for Omega, those questions would have to wait as the cafeteria was suddenly abuzz with excitement. One of the clone troupes was back from a mission. “It’s the weird ones,” Omega heard another clone whisper. “Aren’t they called the Bad Batch?” another clone responded. “Don’t you mean the sad batch?” the clone who had jeered at Omega scoffed. But at least he was distracted for now, and Omega hurriedly made for the exit when she saw him.
It was that face, the one she’d seen countless times on countless people, but it wasn’t the same. His hair fell over it, and the dark ink of the skull pattern caught the bright Kaminoan light, making it look all the more shadowed. And with him were three other clones, each with equally unique faces: one with thin, hollowed cheeks and a crosshair tattooed over his eye; one which stood taller than the others, a twisting scar spread around one whitened eye; and one wearing high-tech goggles, face buried in a datapad. She’d never seen anything like these clones before.
The one with the skull tattoo turned on his way to a table and caught her eye. He gave her a small smile and nod before turning back to sit with his team. Omega could not stop her heart from fluttering.
"Who were those clones, Nala Se?"
Nala Se blinked slowly at her. "To which clones are you referring?"
"The ones who didn't look like clones. Big guy, one with goggles, one with grey hair and the one with the skull on his face."
"Those are the clones of experimental unit 99."
"Experiments?" Omega looked down at the cold machinery which poked and prodded her skin. "What kind of experiments?"
Nala Se moved some sensors, made some notes. "Nothing that concerns you."
Omega was not deterred. "Why do they look like that? Because of the experiments?"
Nala Se paused, all but sighing as she turned to look into Omega's wide, curious eyes.
"Yes. Aberrations in their DNA enhanced traits desirable in soldiers. We further enhanced those traits manually."
"Wow." Omega leaned back. "What can they do?"
"Enough questions for now, cadet. Just relax."
Usually, the sensations of the metal sensors on her skin brought on a dysphoric discomfort that would stay with her, sometimes for days after an examination like this. But today, her mind was far away, imagining the face she'd have if she could be different like Experimental Unit 99.Omega was still lost in thought as she made her way back to her bunk. It was late, and she hoped the other clone cadets would all be asleep. But her hopes fell when she heard heavy footfalls behind her.
"Well, well, well," sneered a familiar voice. It was the cadet from earlier, his crew still lurking behind him. "If it isn't the big old question mark. What are you doing out so late? Huh?"
Omega could feel his hot breath in her face. She glared at him. "None of your business."
But the other clone merely smirked. "I saw you looking at that sad batch clone earlier. You know what I think? I think you're defective," he said, jabbing a finger at her chest, "just like them. That's why they have to do so many tests on you." He tugged at her shirt. "Why don't you show us, Question Mark?" He lifted her shirt up and punched her in the gut. It knocked the wind out of her and she fell to her knees. She had barely time to throw her arms up over her face before a foot was coming at her head. The other cadets stood by and laughed. One may have even added some kicks of his own; there were so many, she couldn't tell, and she began to grow faint and dizzy. Finally, one of them said, "I hear footsteps. We'd better get out of here!"
They took off running in the opposite direction of the approaching footsteps. They were moving too quickly to be Kaminoan. She dared not look up as they grew closer.
"Are you alright?" said a soft-spoken voice, filled with genuine concern. She'd never heard that kind of voice on Kamino, not even from Nala Se. She risked a tiny peek, and found herself looking up at another clone unlike any she'd seen. His body was slightly hunched, his face wrinkled, but he looked at Omega with some of the kindest eyes she'd seen on Kamino.
"I...I think so," she winced, struggling to sit up. The clone reached out and offered a steadying hand, which she accepted. "Ow," she winced again, feeling a sharp pain in her ribs. She hoped they weren't broken; that would be difficult to hide from Nala Se.
“I’m 99,” the clone said kindly. Omega perked up. “Like Experimental Unit 99?” she asked brightly. 99 chuckled. “The Bad Batch,” he said fondly. “They had to go through this too, you know. At least, before Wrecker got too big to scare everybody off.”
She looked up at 99, wide-eyed. “Really?”
“Not all regs are like that, though. I’ve known some good ones. It’ll get better.” He smiled at her, but she still looked dismayed.
“I don’t know. I’m different, too. I don’t look like it, but I….I feel it.”
99 gently helped Omega to her feet. “Well, if you ever need someone to talk to about it, come and find me. I’d better get back to work, though. What’s your name, by the way?”
Omega smiled, and took a breath. The last letter. The last she’d ever be considered a question mark. Once the name passed her lips, there would be no going back. But she was ready.
“Omega,” she said proudly. “My name is Omega.”
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99 had been right; things did get better once she told Nala Se she was transgender. “Most intriguing,” was all the Kaminoan woman had said, blinking those huge, taciturn eyes. She had begun production and administration of puberty blockers shortly after that.
Omega continued to meet with 99 through her transition, and the two became fast friends. She especially loved hearing his stories about the Bad Batch. The attack by the Separatists on Kamino was a devastating blow. She attended 99’s funeral ceremony, along with several regs. She looked over them all. Most did look pretty regular, but she noticed a couple, one with a hand painted on his armor and one with a tattoo of a five on his head. They must be more experienced troopers to have such marks. 99 had been right, Omega thought. Not all regs were bad if they could pay their respects to him.
People still treated Omega differently, but what no one realized was that every snide remark about her hair or her soft features or her clothing was a point of pride and power for her. They were finally seeing her as she saw herself.
And the next time the Bad Batch saw her, she could look back at them with a face as same but different as theirs.
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"Tech, how's it going with that datapad?" Hunter said in a low voice. He, Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and Omega wandered the surface of Bracca, searching for a particular piece of machinery.
Something caught Omega's eye: a shock of color stuck out against the rusty brown all around them. She knelt down for a closer look. It was a small flower, delicate purple petals reaching through the junk for a chance at sunlight. It was beautiful.
"Nothing yet. The latent charges in the rest of the machinery here must be skewing my tech as much as your senses, Hunter." Tech shook his head. "My screen is like a big, blank question mark." The words jolted Omega out of her reverie. Her mind was suddenly thrust back to Kamino, when those words were slugged at her as much as fists were. Her chest grew tight and her heart began to pound.
“Omega?” Hunter heard her panting as much as he sensed her panic and was at her side in a moment. “Omega, what is it? What’s wrong?”
Her thoughts were racing; it was difficult to focus. “I....I just….” Big, splotchy tears began to spill. Everyone had stopped now to look at her, concern lining each of their faces. “Question mark. That’s what people used to call me, back on Kamino. Before….before I….” She couldn’t finish before choking out a sob. She turned away from them and ran back in the direction of the ship. Hunter made to follow, but Echo placed a hand on his shoulder. “Give her some space. If she wants to tell us, she will.”
The crew arrived back at the ship some time later to find Omega waiting for them. She looked at them solemnly, almost sheepishly. “I’m sorry I ran off back there,” she said quietly.
“That’s alright, Omega. Is everything okay?” Hunter asked gently.
Omega took a deep breath. “When I was first growing up on Kamino, I knew that I felt different, but I didn’t look any different from everyone else. I didn’t want to be a soldier. I didn’t want to be like them at all. I’d be taken away for tests a lot, and no one knew what to make of me. I was just a big question mark to them.”
She looked down at her hands. “Now when people see how different I look, it makes me happy. Because they’re seeing me as I am. A girl. I’m transgender,” she finished, and risked a glance up at the group. The members of the Bad Batch were all beaming at her with immeasurable pride.
"Wow," Wrecker whispered, his good eye wide and sparkling with admiration.
"Thank you for telling us, Omega," Hunter said earnestly, kneeling down to look her in the eye.
"We are so lucky to have you," Tech piped from behind Hunter.
"Absolutely. You may not have wanted to be a soldier, but you're brave and strong as one," Echo said.
"But way prettier!" Wrecker added, and they all laughed.
"Thank you guys," Omega said finally, wiping the tears from her eyes. "No one's ever understood me like you have. I couldn't ask for a better family."
"Me neither," Hunter replied.
"Here, here!" Tech agreed.
Wrecker couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, bring it in!" he cried and he wrapped his arms around Tech and Echo and sandwiched Hunter and Omega between them in a group hug. Omega’s heart swelled to know that she finally had a place and a family to which she belonged. Where she could be free to be exactly who she was meant to be.
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warnings- I used a character name but I can post one with ‘y/n’ if you want
summary- A Ravenclaw and Slytherin living different paths but will the love be able to survive ?
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My Girl
The echos of my parents persistent ‘house of Ravenclaw’ speeches ring throw my head as I made my way into Hogwarts. I could feel the stares of my peers as I walked passed them and into the dining hall, whispers of ‘the next headmaster’ falling my every step. Only at the age of eleven would people think it’s okay to push this so harshly onto me. My mother Juliet Payne and father Reginald Payne were as close as one could be to Dumbledore - being as they were the closest of friends they’d made an agreement that once I passed top of class with a level and good nature - I’d become headmaster.
The sorting hat called name after name, Hermoine Granger, Vincent Crabbe, Draco Malfoy, and then me - Persephone Payne. I sat in the chair that towered over me, intricate wooden carvings ran through the back of the chair. Professor McGonagall placed the old hat atop of my head. The overwhelming feeling rushed through me, the rumbling of its voice vibrated and rung my ears.
“I see so much potential, I see the prophecy. Yes..” The hats words ran off. “Yes.. I see much of Gryfindoor but I see much more in Ravenclaw.” It thought for a moment, grumbling down at me. “Ravenclaw!” The hat shouted for the whole room to hear.
Gazing over at Dumbledore, he had a soft smile on his face - he was happy with the result. I knew my parents would be too.
I sat at my wooden desk in my dorm room, the ornate mirror casted my reflection. Long brunette hair curved around my cheek bones, deep green eyes of the forest, and porcelain skin that I had inherited from my darling mother. I cleared my throat, brushing through my bedhead, today being my very first day of classes - I tried hard to look presentable. I slipped on my navy uniform and made my way down to my first class, Charms. I sauntered over to the front of the classroom, Hermoine sat just across from me - books already out. I gave her a soft grin as I got my own supplies out. The young girl had a very competitive energy - her smile back was barely meaningful.
Class went on, we all introduced ourselves and one thing we’d want to learn this year. Not many people paid attention, most gazing off into space or slowly falling asleep. I took notes, repeated important information in my head and volunteered when no one else would. I gathered my few books as class was dismissed, I continued on with my day.
When the long day had ended, I sat at the Ravenclaw dinner table, plenty of students would smile kindly and try to start small conversations. They knew of the prophecy - as did I of course. The dining hall was enormous, bigger than the one at my parents estate. Old stone adorned the walls and floors, headless horsemen and beautiful historic women danced around the room. The dinner had disappeared around 6:30 and desert popped up from the middle of the table, cupcakes and candies lining the center. I placed a white cupcake on my plate, not too bothered in eating the tiny sweet. Mother gave me such a sweet tooth growing up, we had candies and muggle treats around every corner of the house - her excuse was always that she felt it gave a warm feeling to the house.
A bounce of my bench woke me from my thoughts, my head reacted faster than my eyes did and whipped towards the maker of the small commotion. A boy sat besides me; white hair slicked back and light blue-gray eyes stared deeply into my soul. His cocky smirk lit his face up. The boy looked familiar but I couldn’t quite put his face to a name.
“So, you must be Persephone Payne - the girl who will take over from Dumbledore. You’re cursed to this retched place eternally.” He huffed, thinking his disrespect was something humorous.
“I’m sorry, but you are?” Confused why I should even have to listen to a word he had said.
“A pure-blood like yourself and you can’t even recognize a Malfoy. How tragic.” The boy rolled his eyes, it then clicked. The icey blonde hair, cocky demeanor, he was definitely Lucious’ son.
“Ah, Draco. How pleasant to speak to a Malfoy.” The fake words of endearment dripped down my lips like venom. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go get to bed.” I swung my legs over the bench and turned my back on him for the first time.
A few years had passed since my first day at Hogwarts, my name no longer was a big deal (people finally realized I’m just a normal witch with normal feelings). I had grown a few inches in height but never reached the average 5’5”. My cheeks thinned and my invisible curves came in, skin finally cleared after year 3.
Year four - the year of the yule hall and the tri-wizard competition. Alone in the astronomy tower, I watched the stars. The autumn night was crisp, the musky pine smell mixed with a hint of cinnamon was always comforting. A slow wind, kissed my bare wrists and cheeks - turning my face a soft rosy red. Hermoine had ditched out on me tonight, usually she came up here with me to study but with Harry in the competition she didn’t want to leave him or Ron alone. So I stood at the edge of the railing; hand curled under my chin and feet twisted under me. The nights like this were when I felt at peace with the world, the loud halls were forgotten and the lonely meals were put behind me.
I could breathe up here, scream at the world for cursing me to live the life my parents had wanted for me. I adore helping and teaching people from every walk of life, but it being my parents choice before it was mine was the difficulty. I sighed loudly, turning on my heels to leave. A tall blonde boy lurking in the shadows startled me, jumping slightly as my heart raced. Draco.
“I-I was just leaving.” I stuttered in surprise.
“No, no worries I was actually looking for you.” He grinned, nothing of his usual cocky smirk was detected.
“Alright, whats going on?”
His hand reached for the back of his neck, scratching sort of awkwardly. The boy looked shy - preserved almost; hand buried in one of his pockets, hair slightly tussled and the most awkward grin making its way onto his face. “Well, the Yule Ball is coming up and I was sort of hoping you would go with me?” Ah that’s why.
“Sort of?” I tested him.
“Uh, no no. I do hope you would go with me.” There he was, the boy with all the confidence in the world - or maybe none at all. He stood a little taller, head a little higher.
“Sure Draco, I’ll go with you. No funny business though!” I pointed a single finger at him - gently smiling
He simply nodded, gazing down at his feet awkwardly. “Cool.” He breathed out quietly.
I walked passed him slowly, stepping up slightly to give him a soft kiss of his frozen cheek.
The day of the ball came up quickly - all the girls gossiped about who was taking them and who was taking others. I just smiled and nodded, not wanting to be in the drama too much. My dress was hung up on in my closet for about a week, a sheath navy blue velvet dress waited to be shown off. I happily threw it over my shoulders, the slit went up just to the center of my right thigh, the spaghetti straps accentuated my collar bones perfectly. I straightened my brunette locks and painted light makeup onto my pale face. Leaning over, I strapped on my black heels. Draco had left me red rose the day before, since the night he’d asked me to go with him he’d been around more. He would wave in the halls; sit next to me in class every now and again, even come to the astronomy tower to keep me company. The way I was starting to feel about the Slytherin boy felt dangerous. The heir to the cruel and awful man Lucious with the good and fair heir to Dumbledore was the oddest of mixes. We brought stares when we were seen in public, although we aren’t together - people had their doubts.
Cho came in - swinging the door wide open, of course startling me from my thoughts of Draco. I stood up, nodding at her.
“We’ve got to go Seph.” She smiled, she looked astonishing. The two Ravenclaw girls to be the talk of the night.
“Alright, let’s go.”
Draco met me at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room, he looked dashing. Black suit and fluffed hair, oddly a rush of nerves ran through my body.
His cocky grin showed up once again when his eyes landed on me. “Well don’t you look breathtaking Ms. Ravenclaw.” He smirked.
“As do you Mr. Slytherin.” A hushed chuckle left my lips.
I didn’t take his hand or arm that he offered, instead a little spurt of anxiety dampened my hands. I rubbed them together nervously. My walk was a slight waddle as we made our way to hall, feeling powerful in my heels, I stomped next to Draco - hair swaying behind me. We talked about everything from our parents, to the prophecy, to classes to what our favorite candy was. Draco was sweet, different from what I had seen in the halls throughout the years. He had a kind heart, unlike his father (who I’d met one unfortunate day). His presence was warm, I could actually speak to him. The awful part about this whole thing was that tonight would be the last night I could “pursue” him as my mother said. Him - a Slytherin boy with corrupt parents and views wasn't to be with me. Mother didn’t want to break my heart too much and tell me I couldn’t go with him to the dance, so here I was sadly swaying from side to side to the music in Dracos comforting arms. He smelled of fresh morning dew and a sweet green apple, a unique scent.
I let a single tear fall from my eyes as I laid my head on his chest. No one were to see it, no one were to know of the anguish I was to endure after breaking this poor boys heart. Before he could divulge his eyes onto me, I wiped the tear away. He pulled me out in front of him - a genuine smile on his goofy face.
“Thank you for being my date tonight, we hadn’t talked much these past few years so I was shocked you said yes.” A chuckle left his soft lips.
“I thought I should take a chance on you. I’m glad I did.”
“I really do like you Seph. I can’t help but feel whole when I’m around you, you make my hard days so much better. I want you to be mi-.”
I cut him off.
“Draco, I got to go.” I spun around quickly and made a run for it, I couldn’t do it. I ran down the empty corridors - down halls - turned corners till I made it to the courtyard.
The crisp air rang chills down my spine. “Seph! Persephone!” His voice came into earshot.
“What Draco!?” I shouted, I wasn’t angry but I tried hard to be.
“What’s going on? Why did you run off like that?” He quizzed, I could hear the hurt in his words.
“I can’t be with you. I can’t do this. I don’t want this.” My voice was stern, I stared into his eyes as I watched the happiness fade.
“Why not? What did I do wrong? What happened between now and the last two months?”
“You’re cruel just like your father, I’m suppose to be with someone good. Someone that will help others thrive not drown.”
“I am not like my father.”
I shoved passed him, heart breaking piece by piece as I made my way back to my dorm. The tears fell heavily - gasps and hiccups leaving my throat. A feeling of heartbreak I had never felt before tore at my bones.
Although it had been two years after my “break up” with Draco - I still couldn’t get that boy out of my head. I passed him in the halls - stealing quick glances. Watched from afar as his life spiraled down - I knew he was hurting. Everyday he grew more quiet and more pale, he was becoming a walking bag of bones. I watched as he slowly melted into a depressive state. We had potions together with Mr. Slughorn. Draco was quiet, didn’t ever talk, stayed out of group conversations
As a group, the class stood together in the center of the room. I watched as Slughorn explained the potion in front of us. Amortentia - supposedly the most powerful love potion there was. I chewed on my thumb nail as he called up a few students to take a whiff - of course Hermoine described Ron. Hermoine came and took her spot next to me, she fidgeted with her fingers slightly as she gazed at Ron for a moment.
“Persephone, would you please come take a sniff?” Slughorn asked politely.
I nodded my head, taking the few steps to the cauldron. I bent over taking that small sniff. Memories of Draco filled my head, the teasing back and forth in year three, his perfect winks, his warm smile, resting my head in his chest as we danced - the overwhelming scent of him. The scent from the night he’d asked me to go to the dance with him. Slughorn leaned over, intrigued.
“Uh, fresh air after it’s rained, crisp green apples and cinnamon.”
Slughorn gave me a knowing look before ushering me back to my spot. Glancing out of the corner of my eye I could see Draco's face scrunched up like he had smelled something bad. He was angry with me.
Slughorn dismissed class 20 minutes later, I gathered my things and made my way for the door. Leaving the class behind me, I felt a big hand grasp my wrist, turning me around swiftly. Eyes meeting with the once vast blue ones of Draco's.
“So you reject me and don’t speak to me for two years and then decide to say you smell me for your Amortentia?!” he shouted, his voice startling me. He could see me jump practically afraid of what was to be said next from him.
“I didn’t want it to be you Draco, I didn’t even want to be asked to go up.” My voice quivered, I tried to sound strong - like I hadn’t felt bad for toying with him.
“You’re a real class act Persephone.” With that Draco left, he left me just how I did him two years ago. Alone, sad and broken.
Dumbledore was dead, murdered by his dear friend Snape. The school was taken over, death eaters ran a muck around the school. Our ‘army’ fought hard, throwing spell after spell. I was guarding the Gryfindoor dorms from the death eaters, all of the first through third years hiding away upstairs. A fellow Ravenclaw Beatrice stood next to me, our wands raised while we hid behind our makeshift barriers in front of the wooden doors. My head was pounding, head bashed from a death eater just a few moments before. My fingers ached as I clutched my wand tightly, watching every inch of the corridor for someone of the opposite side. I just wanted mother and father, I just wanted to see Draco one last time. He had come to say goodbye only a few days before, saying he understood if I never forgave him but he had no choice. No details were given but I’m sure he was talking about the current situation.
“You’ll always be a part of me.” His last words to me sang in my ears all day. A boy that was forced into the all wrong choices now had his life on the line because he couldn’t leave his mother behind.
A rush of a few death eaters ran down the hall towards Beatrice and myself, our screams filled the hall as we fought back and forth. Spells flew over my head, next to my face and right at the barrier. I feel like I was done, like I had no more fight inside me, for 5 hours I had been at this post fighting off the cruel and hate filled followers. Finally the two of us fought them off.
The sound of quick steps brought my attention back at the hall, wand up I pointed it at the direction of the sound. Turning the corner, a frightened Draco made his way down the corridor. My wand staying up and pointed at him, did I trust him? Beatrice peeked over at me, unsure of what to do next.
His face was bruised and bloody, suit covered in dust and dirt. He looked lost, like his hope was sucked from his eyes.
“It’s over, Seph. Please, Voldemort wants us out front.” His voice desperate, his eyes searched for help.
I pondered for a moment, wether me going out to the courtyard was the best choice; ultimately deciding yes.
“Beatrice, get Luna and keep the door closed and gaurded.” Beatrice nodded - turning and calling out for Luna from the common room.
Luna stepped out with her wand in hand, I gave the two girls a strong smile and walked away from them. I clenched my wand tightly in my hand as I walked with Draco. We didn’t speak, he knew I was angry at him, he knew that if it were any other time I’d shout and shout till my voice broke. We made our way to the front entrance and stood among the crowd - sifting through the people we both stood out at the very front.
Harry used all his power to fight against Voldemort, he pushed and pushed till Voldemort finally let off and died from the over power of Harry. Draco held my hand behind his body, tightly he saw his mother emerge from the band of death eaters. His mother stared over and found us, her eyes pleaded for him.
“Draco.” Her soft voice sang from across the way.
He didn’t move.
“Draco, let’s go home.” Again, she quietly begged for her son back.
His grip let go of my own, taking strides towards his mother. The whole group watching him leave the scene silently. My heart shattering for the third time, he had left me behind again.
My chest caving in, I made my way to the make shift infirmary. There laid my mother and father, dead.
Merlin mocked me, he looked down on me and decided all in one day I were to lose the love of my life, parents and friends. My throat grew dry, I felt dizzy and like I was suffocating. Hoarse screams left my throat as I fell onto my knees next to my deceased parents. The life taken from their kind souls, no goodbyes were ever given.
I felt people staring, for the first time since fourth year I felt alienated again. I felt helpless and weak. I pushed the tears that wouldn’t stop spilling from my cheeks, snot mixing with them making me look like pure hell.
That night I cried myself to sleep, for the last time I was with my mother and father. My body was shriveled while I slept in a hall.
A couple of years passed, I inherited my parents estate and all the money they left behind. I declined the offer at Hogwarts as I had lost so much in my years there. The ministry understood - I lived off the 1.2 billion dollars my parents left behind for me.
The house was huge, 10 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms all for myself, my cat Ginger and my house elf Elsa. Elsa and Ginger were my only friends these days. The house had a warm toned pallet, all shades of brown and maroon. Antique furniture and paintings filled each room, plants in every window. Most days I spent in the living room, laying under the huge window listening to classical music and reading. Elsa would make some tea for us and we’d read together or she’d go off and do her own thing.
I finished up my plate of pasta and grabbed Elsas from her as she had finished as well. I sauntered over to the cozy candle-lit kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink - not feeling up to the task quite yet. I sighed - another night of being alone in the huge house I called home. I roamed up the wide wooden stairs to my bedroom in the west wing.
The walls were painted a sandy beige, floors a dark cherry oak and a large ornate rug laid on top. My wide bed sat in between two grand windows, draped with sheer white curtains. I had two antique wooden night stands next to my bed, photos of my family were on each. The smell of cinnamon apple was a constant need for my room to feel warm and welcoming. Like the boy all those years ago.
I drug my feet over to my walk-in closet and looked for my navy silk night gown. Satisfied, i slipped out of my day clothing and pulled the gown up onto my body. I turned to gaze into my floor length mirror, looking at my body. A single scar on my shoulder left from the war, reminded me everyday of what happened.
A chime of my doorbell filled my ears - making me question why someone would be here so late. I grabbed my silky mesh robe and threw it across my shoulders. I walked out of my room and towards the stair case. As I glanced down at the door, now opened and Elsa closing it behind the guest my heart quickened it’s beating. A boy I once knew was now a man. His famous black suit with a black turtle neck underneath, blonde hair hanging down his face, small wrinkles forming in between his brows, his skin brighter and eyes blue once more. Tears began flowing down my face, I fastened my pace - robe flowing in the wind behind me. I jumped off the last stair and into Draco’s arms. He caught me perfectly. I held onto the back of his hair, wanting to make sure he was really there. I cried into the man, holding him so tightly afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t.
“My girl. My Seph. I’m here now.” His voice cracked, he was starting to cry too.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” My muffled words floated into the air.
“I know, but I got out. I couldn’t take it anymore, living the life others wanted for me.” He took a deep breath in. “But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” Voice calming.
I pulled out of his hug, placing me gently on the ground so he could look at me properly. “you look as beautiful as the day I lost you.” A tear fell from his sorrowful eyes.
Wiping it away, I connected our lips. All the passion I had worked up for years just let out in one kiss. His hands grabbed at my hips, one arm gently moved to my cheek and then to the back of my head getting lost in my messy hair.
I pulled away once more and grabbed his hand from my hip, leading him up the stairs to our new room.
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Well, this was a nice sight...
The very last time Snatcher had seen his dear 'Princess' in life, she had him carried off to the dungeon to be imprisoned before cold and hunger took him.
Now, thousands of years later, here Vanessa was, imprisoned before him. Okay, it wasn't one of Snatcher's own traps that had caught the ice witch, but he could still appreciate the irony.
Or, well, he could if he weren’t so livid.
"RELEASE ME!" The former queen demanded. "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" The specter, currently in his human form, squeezed his chin, as if in thought, then shrugged, giving the most shit-eating grin he could.
"Nah."
"WHAT?!" The ice-cold fury was obvious in Vanessa's voice, but Snatcher didn't even flinch.
Why should he be scared of his former abuser anymore? He was far more powerful now.
And what was more, he had companions. Friends, who already had already helped him out a loud.
A family, who he would do anything short of going back to stealing souls again to protect.
Plus, those strings his comrades had wrapped Vanessa up in proved to be really strong.
Snatcher narrowed his eyes as he glared up at the woman...no, the creature he had once loved.
"I got those flowers for you, you know." He remarked, his voice almost as cold as Vanessa's ice. "That day way back when, when you had me locked up to die." He dared to step a little closer, yellow meeting red as their eyes locked. "I was paying the florist when you came. And for that, you had me locked away."
Another step or two closer.
"I died, the entire KINGDOM died, because of a simple misunderstanding. Because of your irrational, insane, jealousy. Look around you, 'darling'!" It took all of Snatcher's self-control not to let out a humorless, bitter laugh as he waved an arm around their surroundings. "All of this is because of YOU!"
Vanessa was still for a good, long time.
And then, she did something that genuinely surprised Snatcher.
She cried.
"All I wanted was YOU!” Vanessa sobbed. "I wanted you back...there wasn’t a day that passed that I didn’t miss you! I wanted to be with my prince again!” Her body shook a little more with sobs before waves of bitterness started to roll off of her.
"But what do I get for all my efforts?! All my magic?! An abomination that looks like it came straight from that accursed snake himself! I wouldn’t be surprised if that BEAST interfered with my spell somehow!”
Wait.
‘Snake’?
"Disgusting monstrosities, BOTH of them—that miserable little creature is better off DESTROYED!”
And like that, something inside Snatcher broke.
Whatever lingering attraction or affection he had left for this evil hag, even thousands of years later, was suddenly completely gone.
“...what did I ever see in you?”
"What?” The queen stared down at her ‘prince’ from where she was suspended in the air, and, before he could stop himself, Snatcher found himself laughing. Slowly at first, but then louder and harder, until he was clutching his sides.
“Not only are you manipulative, selfish, and unbelievably clingy and abusive, you’re as dense as they come!” Without waiting for Vanessa’s reaction, Snatcher pulled himself back up, his smirk only growing as he said “All these years later...and you still haven’t realized...”
And with that, his form grew and twisted as he changed back into his typical ‘noodle’ form, and he got the feeling that, if Vanessa still had a visible mouth, it would have fallen open as she screamed
"YOU?!”
Snatcher held his arms out in a dramatic pose as he shouted
"SURPRISE!”
"You...all this time?!”
"I never left, ‘sweetheart’.” Snatcher confirmed as he loomed over Vanessa. "I just...changed a bit, since then.”
"You LIE!” Vanessa screamed, starting to flail in the strings. "You’re just trying to trick me! My Prince was sweet, and loving, and wonderful...he would never dream of defying me! You’re just...a MONSTER!”
Another harsh laugh escaped the huge ghost at that.
"I’m a monster?! I'm not the one who froze a whole kingdom full of people to death because I was having a hissy fit! And I'm not the one who tried to freeze one scared little girl solid, and treated another like garbage, since the day she was BORN, just for not turning out the way I’d hoped.” At that, his smile disappeared completely as he bared his fangs at Vanessa, fatherly instincts taking over again.
"You know, looking at it, maybe it’s a good thing we never had any kids together when we were both human...comes to find out you’re a terrible mother. You bring a new life into the world, a KID, and you act like she’s some horrible THING.” He shook his head in a gesture of mock pity, and Vanessa started to protest.
"She...IT, is! It just came out so wrong, so UNNATURAL...!”
"That doesn’t matter.” Snatcher snapped, crossing his arms. "She’s still a CHILD. A little girl who didn’t do anything to deserve the way you treated her. But you know what?” He raised an eyebrow. "You don’t want her? Fine. I'll take her...she was made from me, after all. She's just as much my daughter as the little girl I found as a baby and raised for seven years.”
With this, he loomed over his former love even more, narrowing his eyes at her.
"And if you do anything to hurt either of them, or any of my kids, ever again, I’ll make you WISH you’d perished along with everyone, and everything else all those years ago.”
With that, he turned to rejoin the others.
The specter was surprised to find how much...lighter he felt after that experience. It took a LOT longer than he would have probably liked, but he could now safely say that he had completely moved on from that evil woman.
And yeah, his hands might not have been clean, but at least he had been able to realize when he’d fallen too far, and start changing himself for his own sake, and the people around him, something Vanessa had proven herself far too selfish to do, no matter how much time had passed.
Whatever. Her loss...she had no one to blame for her isolation but herself. Let the former queen rule over her big, empty manor.
As for Snatcher...well, he had to get back to his family. ALL of them.
#ahit drabble#my ahit au#okay to reblog#based on an rp i did over the weekend#tw: soul stealing mention
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Do you have any bendy and the ink machine headcanons?
Boy Anon, do I ever! A lot of them are still under the works, so I'll focus on the characters that I've thought most about.
Joey, Henry, Sammy and Norman.
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--Joey Drew--
Came from a heavily Catholic and strict family that wanted him to either pursue a career in medicine or law. He had a rough time getting along with his family since they didn't encourage his creativity, and the religious beliefs they force-fed him from an early age had a bit of an impact on the themes he had an interest in.
Due to his background and bizarre interests Joey was a bit of a loner and misfit as a kid. Henry Stein was his only true friend since childhood, so Joey was a little protective of him. This protectiveness became an unhealthy possessiveness as they grew up.
He and Henry actually started the studios in their early thirties. Both were job hoppers for a while, adrift and unfulfilled. Once Joey figured out how to use their combined skills and creativity to make a profit, the nightmare that was Joey Drew Studios came into being.
Joey rejected Bendy's original design because he saw demons as entities of mischief and misfortune. The more cutesy kind smile simply didn't convey the chaotic energy Joey associated with such beings. Boris was also reworked to go from a naked intelligent wolf to a goofier/dumber one wearing overalls. Henry wasn't particularly happy with either change but went with it to please his friend.
Alice Angel and the Butcher Gang were also designed by Henry, but Joey disliked the idea of adding a female counterpart to the show, and wasn't particularly fond of the much nicer original concepts of Charley, Barley and Edgar. He would alter the concepts later on to better fit the themes he employed in the show.
Initially they worked alone but, when they began working on Boris' debut episode, Joey realized they needed something to add a certain flair to their work: Music and better filmwork. In a matter of weeks a team of two became a team of four with the hiring of Samuel Lawrence and Norman Polk.
Ever since Linda started dating Henry, Joey began feeling like his best pal wasn't giving 100% to the studio (and to Joey himself). As such he began to give Henry more and more work to ensure he devoted his attention to the cartoons. This ultimately lead to Henry quitting.
Joey was angry when Henry married Linda, thinking his friend had chosen "some girl" over their bond. He refused to go to their wedding due to this "betrayal" and has held a grudge since.
During the rise and decline of the studio, Joey went from charming his way out of trouble and into people's hearts, to downright criminally manipulative. The employees that managed to quit, often found themselves blacklisted from the work market, and those who stayed knew Joey could destroy them with the right words. It's why so many stayed in the end...
When the Ink Machine didn't work the way he wanted and he found himself stuck with the responsibility of fixing what he'd done, there had been a fraction of a chance for redemption on Joey's part. Joey considered giving his soul to the Ink Demon so it'd end the nightmare for good. However upon finding the wedding invitation Henry had sent him all those years ago, Joey had a change of heart for the worst. After all what soul could be better to fix the demon, than that of its original creator?
--Henry Stein--
Henry Stein didn't know what he was getting himself into when he met and befriended Joey Drew. He'd always been the soft-spoken friendlier of the two, so their dynamic as friends was pretty well rounded up, until Joey became obcessed with becoming successful, as well as his overprotective nature slowly evolving into a controlling possessiveness.
Henry came from a pretty average family. They weren't exactly well-off but there was never a day or night without food on the table. He grew up aware of the value of money and how to spend it wisely, a skill he never got to employ at the studio because Joey had full control of finances. He had a feeling the studio was doomed to flop and was actually quite surprised to hear it chugging along "just fine" after he'd left. The various scandals didn't surprise him.
Henry was a little hurt when Joey declined his invitation to his and Linda's wedding, but he assumed his childhood friend would get over it. He was terribly wrong.
His original concepts for Bendy and Co. were of a cute little devil trying to do good to ascend to heaven, a fatherly wolf that would help the little devil darling, an angel sent to test the devil's intentions as a moral compass, and a trio of friends that would often be a part of Bendy's various trials. Joey's redesigns and reworks of their roles never really agreed with him, especially when he made the kind Charley, amicable Barley, and playful Edgar into villains.
He was drafted to fight in the war and came back with a slightly paralyzed face. He's ashamed of the slightly permanent lopsided smile on his face, as he always thought of it as an ugly smirk and a reminder of things he'd much rather like to forget. His vision was also slightly damaged so he wears very thick glasses, and he has a slight limp.
Joey's letter gave him hope for rekindling their broken friendship. He really thought Joey had finally come around and given up on his childish grudge. He was horrifically mistaken.
Henry is 67 in-game. Coupled with his injuries from the war and you get an old tired man that can neither run fast or see too well. His stubbornness is the only thing keeping him alive and going, that and his desire to return to his wife and kids.
--Samuel Lawrence--
He was raised in the South by his very strict Catholic father, and his kindly mother. He ended up moving to the big city with his father at age 11, after his mother died of tuberculosis. His mother having been the kinder and more patient parent meant that Sammy didn't have much of a good influence growing up, as his father wasn't particularly abusive but had strongly bigoted views that rubbed off on him. His father remarried when Sammy was 24 and, although he had a strong dislike for his step-mother, he tried to be patient with her as per his father's wishes. This dislike grew into animosity when she'd berate him for the smallest things, like calling him a sissy for pursuing a musical career, or even the way he kept his hair. He was upset when she became pregnant with his younger step-sister, feeling like he'd be dragged into providing for his aging father, witch of a step-mother and a kid he might not even get along with.
Sammy was genuinely upset when his father passed away, as it meant he'd lost who he considered to be his true family. He was forced to spend more time with his step-mother, and often cared for his little sister as a result (growing very fond of her in the end). When his step-mother died in a freak accident, Sammy became his sister's official caregiver. A chore he felt had been forced upon him, but that he took on nontheless because he didn't feel right just dumping a two year old into an orphanage. It was the need to provide for himself and a baby that ultimately lead to him falling into Joey Drew's clutches.
Originally there were three other candidates for his position at the studio. Sammy was picked due to being younger and easier to manipulate.
Although not the easiest person to get along with, Sammy could be respectful when he tried. His upbringing made it very difficult to look past race and sexuality, but later on as his sister grew up she urged him to try being nicer to other people. This ultimately began to fail when the studio began to descend into madness, especially around the time Buddy was hired.
For his sister's seventh birthday Sammy made an odd request to one Shawn Flynn. He wanted to gift her a Bendy doll that didn't have the unnerving grin painted on. Shawn provided him with a doll that was a blend of Bendy and Boris, which Sammy's sister named Seamus the Singing Demon. That little doll's odd composition stuck with him, even if he can no longer remember it...
He had a very strange relationship with Norman Polk as a result of working closely with him. They weren't exactly friends, but one couldn't exactly call them enemies either. Sammy's upbringing made him unjustly ruder towards the older man, and Norman's own odd behaviour made him hard to trust. At the end of the day they had a sort of fragile respect for one another's work. This respect couldn't save Norman from his terrible fate however...
He knew Henry for less than a year but he respected his fellow content creator. Later on Sammy often wondered if the co-founder wouldn't have been the one more worthy of keeping the studio afloat.
His romance with Susie Campbell was genuinely beautiful. At first he found her cheery disposition to be annoying, but her respect and kindness towards him eventually grew on him. His affection towards her was noticeable in comparison to how he treated others, and Joey knew to exploit it later on. When Susie left, the already stressed and overworked Sammy was left further distraught and vulnerable due to his personal life slowly getting messed up as well.
Sammy's transformation can be considered an outlier within the twisted studio. He wasn't put through the Ink Machine like the others, having instead ingested the corrupted ink in a freak accident. The amount he swallowed wasn't enough to transform him, but it was just enough to alter his mindset like a parasite. At the urging on the ink he took to consuming more and more of it, until he transformed into an abomination that was neither man nor toon. If any of the studio's workers could have their changes reversed, Sammy is a good candidate as, perhaps, one could purge the tainted ink from his system.
Sammy has very rare moments of lucidity which he spends trying to recall his fading memories. This often leads to him reverting back more quickly because his inability to focus on them distressed him enough that he falls back into the ink's grasp.
Sammy doesn't eat the soup he stockpiles, even if he craves it. He can't stomach regular food anymore, as it upsets his inky stomach. If he were to try he'd end up getting violently sick. The contrary can be said for ink however, and he sustains himself on the stuff. His memory issues and loss of identity are likely linked the the copious amounts of ink he's still consuming on a daily basis. He's the easiest person for the ink to control.
--Norman Polk--
Norman liked to consider himself a lucky guy. He grew up in a pretty poor neighbourhood and had to scrape by to get his education. He was a clever individual and often considered a bright man. With enough hard work he felt like he made his relatives in Louisiana proud. Turns out Joey Drew didn't like bright individuals...
As one the oldest member of staff (he was 46 when he started working at the studio) he was often the voice of reason in the earlier days, alongside Henry. Most of the newer staff didn't mind him at first, but when Norman's odder behaviours became more noticeable people started finding him either creepy or hard to trust.
He butted heads with Sammy several times, disliking the younger man's racist comments towards him. Being forced to work together so closely and a little outside urging helped them kinda resolve that tension. But their truce was a fragile one that amounted to nothing when Sammy was driven insane by the ink.
He was married and had a daughter. In the current game timeline he has several grandkids. He also has several nieces and nephews, one of which is friends with Sammy's sister (much to the latter's initial dislike).
Out of the first core team, Norman considered Henry a friend, had a weird feeling about Joey, and bickered heavily with Sammy. Later on he grew to enjoy Wally's mischievous personality, Shawn's rambunctious self, Susie's sweet disposition, Jack's skittishness and Buddy's friendliness. He felt like he failed them when the studio went to hell.
As the Projectionist Norman is deaf and visually impaired, needing his light to see movement. He used to be able to talk with the speaker on his chest, but his screams for help eventually short-circuited it. Early on he wasn't aggressive towards other creatures, which proved to be an exploitable weakness. He became uncontrollably aggressive out of fear and being a constant target of other monsters.
Before the Ink Demon kills him in every cycle, Norman recognizes Henry inside the Little Miracle station.
#Bendy and the Ink Machine#Batim#Joey Drew#Henry Stein#Sammy Lawrence#Norman Polk#The Projectionist#Headcanons#Friend Anon
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❉ 139 Dreams (Renjun Huang) Art
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Genre: Friendship, Angst, Fluff, School AU ☁
Word Count: 1,362 ☁
Pairing: Reader x Renjun ☁
World: Kpop, NCT ☁
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Art had never been your best subject, falling second only to math. It frustrated you because you loved art so much, having grown up with a father who could paint masterpieces with no effort at all. Meanwhile, you spent hours working only to produce a crudely drawn stickman whose lines weren’t even straight. You had followed so many blogs on Timblr, reading tutorials on how to improve your drawings, but none of it stuck. Your dream had always been to follow in your father’s footsteps, which only grew stronger when he died a few years back.
How could you possibly achieve your dream when you couldn’t even draw a proper stick figure?
After a while, you found yourself growing more and more envious of those with talent. You wanted so bad what they thought nothing of. You started to loathe those that could create masterpieces. In particular, you hated the art prodigy in your class, Renjun. He was one of the most popular boys in school, loved by all of the students and staff. He was kind and gentle but wasn’t a pushover by no means. His grades were excellent, he could sing and dance, and most importantly, he could draw realistic landscapes and portraits without even thinking about it. His photographic memory was nuts. He was the perfect kid, which only made you hate him more.
“Okay, class, settle down.” The teacher clapped her hands, smiling at her students excitedly. “The arts festival is right around the corner, and our class has been chosen to create the fliers! I’ll be dividing you into pairs, and it’ll be your job to work together to create a beautiful piece of art to represent this class and this school. Keep it clean!” she sent a sharp look to a couple of giggling girls in the corner, both of whom were known for drawing erotic comics. “No extreme violence or gore, either.” This time she glared at Haechan, who had already begun sketching out Godzilla eating a student. “You have two weeks to present your piece. The class will then choose their favorite three to represent us. And no, girls, you are not choosing your own partner.”
At the comment, most of the females in the class protested, all staring longingly at Jaemin.
You scoffed, folding your arms behind your head. “I don’t see what’s so great about him,”
Jaemin looked at you, annoyed. “I can hear you,”
“I know you can.” You spared your seatmate a bored look. “Doesn’t change the fact that I don’t get it. You’re just a guy, why do they worship you?”
He hummed, twirling his pencil absentmindedly.
“If only they saw you in the morning, they wouldn’t think you were so hot. Maybe I should show them.”
“Don’t you dare,” he glared at you. “Don’t forget that I have just as many embarrassing pictures of you as you do of me.”
“Che,” looking away, you knew he had you beat. What was the point of the popular kid being your childhood friend if you couldn’t show off his embarrassing pics?
“Who do you want to partner with?”
“Anyone but you.”
“That’s rich considering I carried you last project.”
“You only carried me because you felt guilty that your rabid fangirls threatened to hex me if I ruined your grade.”
“That’s not the point.”
“That very much is the point.”
“Ahem,” the teacher cleared her throat, raising a brow at the two of you. “Are you both done? Good. Y/N, choose from the jar, dear.”
With a sigh, you reluctantly stuck your hand into the ceramic jar and pulled out a folded slip of paper. Uninterested, you passed it to Jaemin, who opened it without a word.
“Renjun,”
Your body tensed and you whipped your head to look at him. Surely he was joking! He turned the paper around and, sure enough, there was his name written in the teacher’s beautiful script. “Fuck my life,”
“Language, Y/N!” The teacher scolded, but you just groaned, sliding down in your seat.
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Renjun approached you a week later, a determined but worried look on his face. “Y/N, hello.”
You glanced up at him before packing your things into your bag. He grabbed your arm before you could walk around him. “Let go,”
“Not until you tell me why you’re avoiding me. We have a project due, remember? We only have a week left and we’ve done nothing.”
You rolled your eyes, trying to yank your arm free, but his grip was firm. “You act like you’re incompetent. Just draw something and turn it in.”
“It’s a group project, not a solo one. We need to be working togeth – ”
“God you’re annoying,” you ripped your arm away, making him stumble. “I couldn’t care less if we fail. Do you?” You turned around and headed for the entrance of the library.
“Why do you hate me so much?” His voice was soft, weak. You almost hadn’t heard him.
The words made you freeze in place, hand tightening around the strap of your bag.
“Have I done something to offend you?” His voice rose a bit as he took a step forward. “If I have, please tell me so I can apologize properly.”
You felt anger starting to bubble in your chest.
“I’m not the best at reading people, so I may have done or said something that you took as offensive… but I never meant any harm.”
You scoffed, “Of course not.”
“Eh?”
You whipped around, eyes burning. “Perfect little Renjun never does anything wrong.”
“I never said – ”
“Shut up!” You screamed, gripping the front of his shirt. “What makes you so special, huh? You don’t even take art seriously, it’s your fucking hobby! So why… why were you blessed with effortless talent while I have to struggle with the simplest techniques! It’s not fair… I’ve worked so hard since I was a child to live up to everyone’s expectations, but I’m not my father… I’m not you… I let everyone down and they don’t hesitate to let me know. Was he even my real father? I…” Tears were rolling down your cheeks down, your hands shaking as they clenched his shirt. “It’s not fair,”
Renjun felt a tug at his heart. He pulled you into a hug, gently rubbing your head as you cried into his shoulder. The librarian sent him a look at the noise you were making, but seeing your state made her keep her tongue. Renjun sent her an apologetic look before slowly directing you towards the exit, not once loosening his grip. He brought you to one of the stone benches outside before digging into his pocket looking for a tissue. Finding none, he tugged the sleeve of his sweater down over his hand before gently wiping away your tears. You tried to push him away, but you didn’t have the will to.
“I never knew you were struggling so much.” He murmured softly. “I’m sorry,”
“I don’t want your pity.” You spat, rubbing at your eyes furiously.
“It’s not pity, Y/N.”
His tone made you look up. It wasn’t pity lurking in those brown depths, it was concern and care. He was genuinely concerned about you.
“I’ve treated you like shit for years, shouldn’t you hate me?”
“No,” he looked up at the sky, leaning back on his hands. “It’s strange, but the more you pushed me away, the more I wanted to get close to you.”
“You’re weird,”
He chuckled, sending you a bright smile. “I am~ but so are you.”
You scoffed, looking away from him so he wouldn’t see the pink dusting your cheeks. You both remained silent for a moment. “If… if I help you with the project, it won’t get chosen.”
“I don’t care if it gets chosen or not. I just want to create art with you.”
Your heart skipped a beat, ears turning red. His hand found yours, resting gently on top of it as his head found your shoulder.
“Your heart is too heavy, Y/N. Let me help you take some of that pressure off you.”
You didn’t answer, letting your fingers twist around his own.
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Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi, Team 7 - Relationship, Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto
Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto)
Additional Tags: AU, Post-Chuunin Exams, post chuunin exams attack, Minor Character Death, Trauma, Team 7 Family bonding, Genin Era, Everybody moves in with Sasuke, he's got room, semi-au, Plot Twists, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Roommates, Friends to Enemies, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, BAMF Haruno Sakura, Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto) Feels, BAMF Dai-nana-han | Team 7 (Naruto), Team as Family, Slow Burn
Series: Part 1 of Post-Chuunin Exam AU
Summary:
Sakura always wished she could relate to her teammates better. She wishes she could take it back.
In which Sasuke acquires some unwanted roommates and a team becomes a family.
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Sasuke hasn't needed an alarm clock to wake him up in weeks. Every night he falls asleep to Naruto's soft snores and the anxieties of his day as told by the voice in his head. When sleep finally drags him under, ankles first, he has the same dream.
He's in the Forest of Death, but instead of the canopy of trees, the trunks just stretch up and up into darkness. He is completely alone. He walks at a leisurely pace for a while; the scenery doesn't change. Eventually, he looks down, only to realize that ahead of him are a set of footprints. He glances behind him and finds that he has left his own track of prints, they curve behind him and into the trees. He realizes that the set in front of him are his own. He's been going in circles.
Beneath him, the earth splits. He hovers above the chasm. The chasm blinks. A golden snake eye glares up at him. A hissing noise rises like the roar of a river.
"Sasuke," Sakura whispers in his ear, but when he turns, she's 50 feet away and her fist touches the ground. She is the source of the chasm.
"Try to keep up, bastard," says Naruto, only he is right by his side. "Or we'll leave you behind."
Suddenly, Sasuke is falling into the eye. Naruto grabs his hand and stops him from falling. "Naruto," Sasuke orders, "pull me up, quick!"
"You can do it yourself, can't you?" He wrenches his hand away and Sasuke is falling falling falling again into the eye. Consumed.
Relying on them is foolish. They will leave you. A voice hisses from all around him. He's still falling. You can't trust anyone but yourself. They're not worth your time anyway. You've tried to pull them up to your level. But at what cost? They've dragged you down to theirs. You're better than this Sasuke Uchiha. I can offer you-
And it is often here, that he startles himself awake. But today. Today the nightmare continues.
He stops falling. Heart in his throat, he floats in the inky blackness of the snake eye pupil. I can offer you power. You languish in this village, thwarting your true potential. Look at what Uzumaki Naruto has achieved with the help of a sannin. he is weak but he almost beat you. Why? And Sakura Haruno. Pathetic, sobbing Sakura Haruno. She will learn to bring men back from the dead. What can you do? You need me. Come to me. I will give you power the likes of which you've never-
"Sasuke!"
He gasps and emerges from the nightmare. His heart races under the fist he's clutched to his chest. His neck burns. Sakura stands over him, hands on his shoulders. He slaps them away.
"What!?" he demands.
Sakura deftly takes a step back, like dodging a fist. "Fine. I'll train on my own today…" her tone is sullen until she takes a good look at him. "Are you sick?" Approaching with the slow unstartling gait of a snake charmer she lays a hand on his sweaty forehead. "Oh no, I'm sorry. I should have let you sleep."
"…It's fine."
"I'll pick up some soup on my way back from my lesson with Tsunade," she promises. He's glad she hasn't offered to make any herself. Salty, spicy and oily broth might make him feel worse than he already does. Then again, the longer he's in her presence the worse he feels—the more he thinks about the voice from his dreams.
He nods, tense and shivering and goose-pimpled like he's just come out of a freezing lake.
Sakura shoots him one last look from the doorway, hesitant to leave.
"Would you go already?!"
Her mouth presses into a firm line and the door snaps closed.
Once she's gone and he's left to fixate, Sasuke spirals lower. He can't be around anyone, but he doesn't want to be alone. He's furious. He's scared. He desperately wants to go back to sleep but knows what's waiting for him if he does.
So Sasuke makes a liar of himself and prepares for some solo training.
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Sasuke is being so weird and Sakura is torn between genuine worry and anger. He could be such a hypocrite sometimes. She slept in once an he left without her. She was kind enough to wake him and he was nothing but cranky! He looked terrible though; red rimmed eyes, gaunt and seeming a little lost.
What a stupid, self-centered jerk! …Who patiently waited for her most mornings and helped her catch up to him and Naruto with extra training…
Sakura quickly grows bored of training by herself, having been ditched by her old friend. Her new friend. Her former crush and former enemy. Sometimes it's hard to keep Sasuke straight. Living with him and dealing with his henpecking ways makes it hard for her heart to pound every time he talks to her. It would become a medical condition. But does that mean she doesn't love him anymore?
She does… she thinks. She's just figuring out how.
With Naruto, it's so easy. He wheedled himself into her heart slowly; with jokes, support and attention. It feels as if they've always been together. He has never once confused her.
After they came to live with Sasuke she didn't have the emotional bandwidth to worry or question the way the boys treated her. There was no room for surprise at the delicacy with which they both handled her. In retrospect It's not shocking at all that Naruto filled her cracks and held her together, but it is surprising that Sasuke did too. He found it somewhere within himself to give her a home, acceptance and empathy. Even though there was no conceivable means for him to have acquired it. Sakura doesn't have her parents anymore, but she does have a family. They must love her very much.
She turns on her heal and stomps away from the training ground toward the market.
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She's early for training with Tsunade, but the Hokage is already there. The training ground is a rocky clearing that peaks just below the treeline. Konoha is in the middle of a draught and the air is dusty. A small stream runs through the middle when it rains; sometimes Tsunade plucks a small fish from it with her bare hands and makes Sakura keep it alive for as long as she can.
"Good morning Shisou."
"Morning Cutie." That tells Sakura that she's in for a rough morning.
It doesn't matter that they're both half an hour early, they get started right away.
"What am I-" Sakura chokes on the sentence because a rock the size of her head is flying right at her. She dodges. "What the hell?!"
"Strength training, block, don't dodge."
"NO!" Sakura shrieks as a rock twice the size of her head flies overhead.
Tsunade picks up a boulder. "They're just going to keep getting bigger!"
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When Sasuke wakes up again, he's cranky. It's why he doesn't often sleep in or nap. He always wakes up worse off than he started. The bitter taste of his tongue travels to his heart and his belly with each aching breath of wakefulness.
He glances at Naruto's bed. Gone, training with Jiraiya. They're set to go on an expedition soon. He says the Sannin's going to teach him a new technique.
Sasuke scowls. They haven't fought in months, not since the Chunin exams, but Naruto bested him when they fought Gaara and that counts. Meanwhile, Sasuke has stagnated. Kakashi's one-on-one training is centered on control and expanding his chakra reserves. It's a long, painstaking process and he isn't getting stronger fast enough. Itachi is so far ahead. By his age, Itachi was already in ANBU. Meanwhile Sasuke couldn't even make Chunin on his first try.
He's never failed at anything before and it hits harder than he cares to admit. The prospect of retaking a test is maddening—the kind of thing reserved for dead last losers in the academy, like Naruto.
"At least we'll get to do it again as a team!" Naruto had proclaimed, sunnily. To him, the greater tragedy would have been one of them passing without the others.
Sasuke would have been perfectly fine leaving them behind. He sees them every day at home anyway.
A creature of habit, Sasuke drifts to the kitchen for breakfast.
On the fridge the magnetic dry erase notepad reads 'check the microwave' in Sakura's handwriting.
In the microwave is a takeout container of chicken broth.
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That night, Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura fall asleep under the chunky red blanket on the couch in front of the TV.
In the morning, Sasuke wakes up first and waits a few minutes before jiggling his shoulder free of Naruto's head and shaking Sakura awake. Together they go to morning training as usual.
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Naruto can't help but think that Kakashi's getting a little lax in the sensei department. Team training's been pretty lackadaisical lately (a word he heard Sakura call their training sessions, that he liked the sound of). It's usually just exercises. Or style specific sparring; Taijutsu only, no chakra, kunai only, substitution only etc. He hasn't given them a team building exercise in forever. And while that was Team 7's least favourite kind of exercise, they were really really good at it. Especially lately. With Sasuke being more of a grouch than usual, it'd be nice to be on the same side for once.
"Today we're doing round robin spars," Kakashi tells them, "All out, no holds barred."
"YES!" Naruto screams. Screw being on the same side, he wants to beat Sasuke into the ground at full power.
"Great, you can go first."
"I wanna fight Sasuke!"
"Of course you do," Sakura rolls her eyes and drags her feet on her way you a tree. She settles in the roots and her peevish expression makes him feel a little bad. It's just that… He loves fighting Sasuke, with Sakura he doesn't feel like he can go all out.
"Hm," Sasuke rolls his shoulders. "Let's go then."
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The spar lasts a while. Sasuke is down to his last Chidori. Naruto's crowd of clones has thinned, there's only two left.
He knows that Naruto needs at least one to shape his Rasengan, so all he needs to do it get rid of them both, or keep his eye on the pair that are together. One Naruto holds out his hand to the other, getting ready for the assist. Sasuke won't give them the chance. He makes the safe bet that the one assisting is the clone and charges his last Chidori. He needs much less runway for his attack. He lunges for the pair of Narutos, ready to aim his leg for the clone, and Chidori set on Naruto's gut.
Suddenly, he's flying through the air, hits a tree and crumples to the ground.
What just happened? Naruto… he used the Rasengan without the help of a clone. How did he do that? When did he learn to do that?
Sasuke doesn't get up—not because he's hurt. The attack was only at 20% of its power, otherwise he'd have been killed. He just… can't understand what just happened.
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Naruto hasn't seen Sasuke since the end of their spar yesterday. He stormed off right after and was asleep before Naruto and Sakura came home. In the morning he was gone, but when they arrive at the training grounds for day two of the round robin spars, he's already there.
"You look like you're chomping at a bit," Kakashi remarks when he finally gets there an hour after their meeting time. "Sakura, you wanna take him on when he's like this?"
Sakura quirks an eyebrow and switches her considering gaze between Sasuke and Kakashi. Naruto just knows she's weighing whether or not she's going to be insulted. "Yeah," is all she says.
From her pouch she puts on these sick black leather gloves and cracks her knuckles.
Sasuke's expression doesn't change, but at least he takes a stance. He's taking her seriously.
Naruto isn't really sure what goes on at their extra training sessions. He's had absolutely no desire to join them because honestly? He needs every extra bit of sleep he can get and they take everything so seriously. The one time Sakura made him tag along, they did three hours of Katas. Snooze.
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Sasuke streaks across the field going right for Sakura. There are two approaches to beating Sakura: speed or stamina. He's faster but he can also outlast her. They've been working on building up her stamina and chakra reserves.
With Sakura, he doesn't have to worry that she's going to have any big finishing moves. He's got to watch his back for a sneaky kunai and use his head to figure out what elaborate strategy she'll use on him.
He engages her in a taijutsu bout to test her reflexes and warm up. Maybe he won't finish her off right away. It would be mean and embarrassing for her. They'll play a bit. Just long enough to see what she comes up with. Sakura's a fun sparring partner because it's also a little like playing Go.
Close combat's the way to go, if he loses track of her, she'll take advantage and substitute herself until he makes a mistake. He dodges a punch and blocks a kick with his right arm only to hear a crack.
What?
She sweeps her legs again, determination blazing in her eyes and Sasuke jumps over them, nervous for her to connect again. Pushed by yesterday's wounded pride, he changes his mind. He wants to end this swiftly. He charges his left hand with a Chidori. It's just at 1/5 power, so it won't hurt her too bad.
His range is good, she won't have enough time to get far enough for a dodge. He thrusts his arm out.
Sakura ducks—no, she strikes the ground with her gloved fist. With a spine tingling crunch the ground opens up beneath their feet.
(It's just like his dream.)
He's weightless, falling, his arm still reaching out to strike Sakura. Their eyes hold, all widening in alarm. He sees it all in slow motion, Sakura reaches for him even as he drops into a chasm of her own making-
(How did she do it?)
-She takes his hand, grounding the circuit. Sakura spasms, but holds on. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes and she cries out. Holding on is making it worse, but if she lets go, he'll fall.
"Sakura," he says, gentle and shell-shocked, processing what's happening in sluggish disbelief.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" She shrieks, not in pain but determination. She hauls him up and over the lip of the crevice. He tumbles on top of her. With his head against her stomach he can feel the rhythm of her ragged breaths. Sasuke rolls off of her and pants. He's barely exerted himself but his heart is racing.
Sakura has gotten so strong. He sits up and turns to the side so he can look at her. Her eyes are closed, her hands curled loosely at her sides.
"Uuuh, Kakashi-sensei," Naruto considers from a short distance away, "Who do you think won?"
Sasuke is the only one left standing, but he doesn't feel like it was him.
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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 100 Xs1) "Day 26: Seattle and Old Side Chicks"
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Luna's eyes whip open. Her brain continuously running around things through out the few short hours it was supposed to call Sleep. That's how Luna functions when she has an idea.
Bursting with hungover energy, she jumps out of bed. Luna's never up and moving like this unless her mind is flying with creativity. This morning being a prime example as she tries to connect the musical dots that are overcrowding her head.
Not even bothering to smoke or brush her teeth, she's out the door. Down the hall. Banging on Ashley and Dom's door.
"I've got an idea." She states as she makes her way past a groggy Ashley.
It's not even 8A and Luna is buzzing. They went to bed around 4A. Ashley hating Luna's guts in this moment.
With her hands and arms full, Luna drops her treats on the floor. Her phone, notebook, multiple pens, bowl, jar of weed and two prescription bottles filled with Percocets and Xanax falling around her. Along with her Ideas.
"I wanna run a Super Jam." She states, wiggling her fingers. "I don't know how though yet...." She trails as she sits amongst her treasures.
Ashley plunks down beside her. Dutifully packing the bowl for her creatively manic friend
"Wut's 'oin ya mind?" Dom pops up from the bed asking.
"I don't knooowww....." Luna answers honestly. "I don't know if we should run an Authentic Seattle, Mainstream Grunge, Dead Seattle or Dead Grunge...." Her leg bouncing to the different songs running through her mind.
Covering Bands is really cool for some artists.... Paying homage is an entirely different entity.
Ashley fires up the bowl. Exhaling her hit, she asks Luna What's More Important.
"Fran." Luna answers without a thought as Ashley passes her the bowl with a knowing look. "Lemme call Colson." She decides as she takes a hit.
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Colson's annoyed by his phone ringing. It's early as FUCK. No one should be calling him right now. Seeing the who it is, his anger lifts.
"HEY!!" He can feel her shine through the phone.
"Hi, Kitty..." Even tired he can't help but grin at the sound of her voice.
"I got an idea!!" She explodes.
"Oooh, yeah? What?" Colson asks.
He loves her ideas and little games. Luna never failing to amuse, intrigue and push him beyond his artistic scope. Or sexual limits.
"I wanna Super Jam.... I'm thinking four or five GREAT songs..." She goes on to explain.
"FUCK yeah!" Colson finds himself grinning harder with a nod.
"Cool... I'm getting out of here as quick as possible. Talk to The Boys. By time I get back we need a solid idea to mix and rehearse.
"I got you, Kitten." He reassures her, pumped by her idea.
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Off the phone, Colson is hard from the sound of Luna's voice. Sliding his hand around his thick cock, he smiles.
"My Bitch is like no other...." He thinks as he aches for her.
Remembering her birthday gift to him, Colson grabs his laptop. Finding the file and setting himself up, he's prepared for his viewing.
Seeing Luna tease and fuck him, Colson strokes his cock like he's trying to strangle someone. He grows harder as he watches himself devour Luna's insides. Remembering her sweet taste of peaches, he pulls on himself faster.
Stroking his dick at a firm pace, his grip tightens. Watching their video, he imagines every inch of Luna as she slides herself around him on the laptop's screen.
Cooing as she helps him pump his huge cock into her. The sound of their satisfied moans pushing on his brain.
Floating back to That Night. The way he felt so nervous until Luna had popped in wearing The Cheetah Print Coat. The sight of her taunting his dick while easing his soul. It was the first time he had ever fucked her. Instantly admitting that he was truly in love with HER. Not just the memory of The Girl In The Cheetah Print Coat.
Their connection and sex being an inescapable delight. No one ever fucking his body or mind like THAT Brooklyn Bitch.
Yanking on his cock now, Colson's body stiffens as he splooges all over himself. Breathing hard, he lays there. Details from the strip club still weaving through his mind.
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"Yo. Book us. I gotta get the fuck up outta here ASAP...." Luna says to Ashley's nod.
Catching a call from Monica, she's freaking out. It seems to be a steady state of mind for her recently. Luna hates it.
"I'm done." Monica states firmly. "I'm your FUCKING LAWYER. NOT YOUR MANAGER."
"Wait.... What the fuck are you talking about?" Luna questions her.
"I'm talking about that I'm your Lawyer but.... You need a Manager because I CAN'T manage your schedule." She starts in. "You don't know what this last month has been like for me. Besides all the legal and wedding shit, no one has your number so they all hit ME. My phone stays blowing up over you." Monica states with frustration.
"Wait... What??" Luna's beyond lost.
"YOU.NEED.A.MANAGER." Monica says slowly like Luna's dumb.
On this she is. Dumb and confused.
"What???" Luna asks again.
This makes Monica beyond frustrated.
"Dude... I can't book you... It's not my job. You NEED to get a FUCKING Man.A.Ger. I've been getting calls for IT since yesterday. Stern wants to book you... Good Morning America has BEEN asking for either Nightmare or Bad Things.... FUCK! THAT'S NOT MY FUCKING JOB!!" Monica yells.
"Wait.... Why IT?" Luna asks.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" Monica finally explodes. "You played it on fucking DayTime TV yesterday!!"
"OH SHIT!!! THEY RAN IT!!" Luna shouts in disbelief.
Amazed, Luna can't help but grin. Knowing she's as pretty as a sunset but always thinking her words were too ugly for DayTime. She's beyond pleased. IT is EXACTLY the kind of song people SHOULD be listening to at all times. Day or night, the message of the song never changes.
"You need a FUCKING manager. I'm not THAT. You paid for law school for A FUCKING REASON. To protect you, not to fucking schedule you." Monica expresses with an attitude.
"I know...." Luna begins to apologize before slipping into hungover reality. "You got ANY suggestions?" Luna can't help but ask with a snark, feeling slightly abandoned.
"No. Do this yourself." Monica says, still pissed.
"What about vetting?" Luna questions her.
"Fine. Bring me three. We'll figure it out who from there." She slightly relents.
"Thank you, Mon. Seriously. I know this last month has been a lot. I'm sorry. I'll find someone. I just.... You know I value your opinion... So, thank you." Luna sighs.
Meeting their freshman year in high school, Monica knows Luna is genuine. Whether she pays her or not, they're true friends. Monica being one of the few Luna will back down from and compromise with. As Monica lets up on her a bit, they end their phone call on a positive note.
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"So, what? Snippets of different songs mashed together?" Baze asks Colson as he explains Luna's idea.
Sitting around the front of The Bus, they're getting toasted with their morning coffee. Colson had woke them up after he'd showered, knowing they needed to get to work.
"Yeah... Just like that. Probably running like 6 or 7mins...." Colson answers to his nod of understanding.
"When will she be back?" Slim asks of Luna.
"They're on their way now. Should be here before 4P." Colson informs him.
"Wait. She wants to do this tonight?" Slim asks, without waiting for an answer he goes on. "That gives us 3hrs to piece together basically a whole new song.... Of shit we ain't probably NEVER play before so we gonna have to learn it AND then fucking rehearse it to play to a sold out club. Tonight."
Slim ends his rant by tilting his head as he gives Colson a look of What The Fuck.
"Dawg... Obviously she likes a challenge." Colson throws his arms out to showcase himself.
Slim laughs with the rest of The Bus as he rolls his eyes. Asking if They Know Any Of These Fucking Songs.
"Yeah we do..." AJ says confidently pulling out his phone. "Let's make a list of songs we know and how they fit into the different categories of ideas Luna has."
Sam hands him the paper and pen he asks her for. Getting up to grab more coffee, she stops and turns to the group.
"You know, we'll have nine musicians with us tonight. Besides the drums, I play bass and rhythm guitar... So, between all of us, if we pick the right songs the odds are that one of us will know how to play it." She says.
"You offerin' to get OnStage with us tonight?" Colson teases her.
Sam shrugs out an I'm Just Sayen' before Colson agrees It's A Good Idea and Theory. The group of them sitting together, trying to work out the flow of different songs.
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Flying high over The United States, Ashley, Luna and Dom kick around their own ideas.
"So what do you truly want?" Ashley asks Luna.
"Honestly.... If it was MY show, we'd run a totally obscure mix. Focusing on the Lost Seattle Originals. I'd really LOVE to play a tribute to Mia Zapata, Stephanie Sargent and Layne.... Especially Layne. Considering how forgotten he was."
"So fucked up...." Luna sadly thinks of how the rock legend had laid dead in his apartment for over a week before anyone realized he was missing. The thought still breaks her heart the same way it did when she'd first heard the story.
"I don't think many of his fans are gonna know Seven Year Bitch or The Grits though.... But I don't know because they are hometown bands." Luna's leg is still bouncing as she sighs.
"Do you think you may be overextending yourself on this one?" Ashley says gently.
Not one to admit defeat, Luna's brain is still dancing around itself. Determined to figure this out.
"Wut aboot a King and Queen of grunge homage?" Dom asks. "Smashing togeter a Nirvana and Hole song?"
He thinks it's a great idea. Ashley knows it's not.
Luna's eyes go dark. It's a horrible idea in her opinion. Twisted though, it could be one of her greatest Fuck Yous yet. Luna's mind starts shifting gears.
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"WHAT UP, BIIIITCHES!!!" Luna shouts as she climbs onto The Bus.
Ashley and Dom are behind her. They're met by excited Yos and What's Goods. Ashleigh greeting Luna with a tight hug.
Colson comes charging out from their room. Scooping Luna up, he attacks her with kisses as she wraps her legs around his waist tightly with giggling acceptance. Their kisses are matched with EWWWs and GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM. Luna continues to laugh as they kiss each other Hello and exchange I Missed Yous. Colson muttering a Shut The Fuck Up Sam while keeping his mouth on Luna's. Pressing hard on his lips, she plants a solid smooch on Colson before sliding off of him. Hard dick poking her on the way down.
"Sooooo.... I think I might have been a little overambitious with this whole Super Jam thing...." Luna admits.
"Thank the Lawd!!! She crazy but she ain't FUCKIN' stupid!!" Slim yells in relief as he throws his arms up.
"Thanks, Jerk Off." Luna laughs at him.
Slim tosses her an elbow and a Sorry as he laughs with her. She meets his peace treaty along with a smile.
"But I have a list!!" AJ pops in slightly agitated.
"Really?" Luna asks as her smile widens. "Me too!!" She laughs as she pulls a folded piece of paper from her back pocket. "What 'cha got?" She asks as she plops down beside him on one of the couches.
Sitting together, they go over their notes. Some things match up but a lot don't.
"No Seattle Tribute?" AJ asks with disappointment.
"Oooh.... We're still doing something." Luna reassures him. "Do you guys know who Tobi Vale is or who Andrew Wood was?" Luna asks including everyone in their conversation now.
Sam and Ashley do. That's it.
"Okay guys.... Roll up. It's story time." She says.
Staying in place, Luna digs Colson's Sponge Bob case out from in between the couch cushions behind her. His deep voice shouting THAT'S WHERE THE FUCK THAT WENT.
"I shoved it up there last week because of Case.... How awesome would that've been if she'd opened it?" Luna shrugs as she shakes her head at herself. "Total fucking win....." Sighing as she rolls her eyes and continues on. "Anyway... So, THIS is what I'm thinking.... Hold on, gimme a sec."
Firing up a joint, Luna hands it to AJ before lighting another and sending it across to Sam on the other couch. Left and Right. Sparking another for herself to camp on for a moment, she explains exactly What She Wants To Do and Why.
Everyone agreeing that It's A MUCH More Plausible Idea. Fully burnt they head off of The Bus towards the nightclub to rehearse. If it plays out as expected it'll be a fun and sweet tribute. Carrying a harsh kick to the cunt. Only those who are aware of Luna's feelings knowing EXACTLY what she's saying.
Colson drops his arm around Sam's shoulder and plops a kiss on top of her head as they head across the parking lot. She looks up at him like What The Fuck Are You Doin'.
"Thanks for taking care of those sheets yesterday." He says looking down at her with a smile.
"OH. You're welcome." She answers as his arm slips off of her.
Heading to catch up with Luna, Colson turns to shoot Sam another grateful smile. It's a nice scene, considering Sam really didn't care for Colson or think he was good enough for Luna when she first met him. Her opinion slowly changing.
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Little Love Notes
Outpost! Michael + Reader
A/N: Hello, there lovelies!
Just wanted to thank y’all for being awesome and the nicest to me lately, I know that sadly I am a bit “emotionally constipated”, but I really appreciate y’all, you are the most precious thing ever and I appreciate your love and feedback, so as always... LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Mostly because I am extremely inexperinced in the “smut aerea” so, please let me know what you think about it: if you think it sucks or it doesn’t, or anything else... please, it will help me be better for the newest ideas and drabbles I have in mind!
And after this, I hope that you will enjoy it, so I will leave you to reading!
SUMMARY: You have grown accostumed to leaving little cute notes on your boss’ desk, and this got you fired, as soon as Mr Langdon discovered the identity of his secret admirer... but appreantly it does’t end here...
WORDS: 4,5 K
WARNINGS: Rough (Unprotected: guys... please don’t do it withouth a condom, it does not only protect from unwanted pregnancies, but also it is against STDs) Sex (with things such as spanking and a lot of rough handling), Oral Sec (Female Receiving), Semi-Public Sex (Reader is on the phone at a certain point). “Sir” Kink, but generally BDSM relationship going on!
She was Mr Langdon’s favorite at the office, since you were neat, clean and completely scared of him.
Enough, not only to be extremely polite with him, but also she was extremely formal in every approach to the point that her friend, Gallant, joked that she would one day bow down to him, as a way to salute him, since once she had accidentally saluted him, in the old military way.
But she had done one thing which would have been considered highly unprofessional if Langdon ever found out: she had sent him little love notes.
They hadn’t meant to be love notes, she had just thought he needed something that would comfort him, after the loss of his foster mother, Mrs Mead, which had taken a terrible toll on him since not only he had been not as evil as he usually was to everyone but he had taken a work leave.
As one of the few people he trusted she had felt the need to cheer him up a little, and since she couldn’t do nothing face-to-face with him (he had almost fired Coco when she had given him her condolences) she had left a few sweet and encouraging notes, not the type you found in self-help books, but the one that might have been useful, because she felt them deeply.
She had been sure he would have either dismissed it as a silly joke or thrown it in the bin, but instead he had left a similar note on his desk (which she had found when she had gone to drop another one) with a “thank you” and a “😊” near it, which had actually shocked her, but she had been happy that he somehow had appreciated her note and that it had helped him.
She had started leaving more notes, always being careful, making sure nobody recognized her, meanwhile she dropped the notes off, usually doing it during the lunch break, and strangely she had always gotten responses from Mr Langdon, who had been growing more cheeky the more they shared notes.
This prompted her to feel more and more confident in herself and it was just a question of time before she made a mistake.
Which she did after two months of successfully avoiding getting caught, with a rookie mistake.
All the notes had been handwritten since Langdon didn’t know her handwriting (she wrote everything with her computer), but the she had had to write down Gallant’s “happy birthday” note, passing it even to her boss (Langdon had actually sweetened after her notes) and she hadn’t realized that it showcased perfectly her elegant handwriting.
She had just gone home and thought about the new note to write him.
The following day, she had realized the mistake, but only when he had shown her the “birthday note” and “her notes”, after he had called her in his office.
She had almost fainted, not helped by the fact that Langdon stared at her as if he had wanted to burn holes through her body.
-I can explain…- she had just mumbled, blabbing a bit and looking at him as if asking for pity, which he wouldn’t give, because his eyes were again on the notes, the handwriting in common, they were so disinterested that she should have predicted what had come next.
-You don’t need to, Mrs (L/N)- and she almost breathed out a long, relieved breath -… you are fired-.
She had wanted to protest but it was as if her windpipe had been clogged and she couldn’t emit any kind of noise and she still couldn’t talk, although tears streamed down her face and Gallant immediately asked what was wrong, if he could do anything for her, but she just shook her head and she had basically run away from the building.
At home it hadn’t felt better.
She had started thinking about how not only she was unemployed but she had been fired, which would make it extremely hard for her to get another job after what had happened.
Even more if Langdon decided to make her life a living hell and share the news that she didn’t understand the professional boundaries.
What she didn’t know was that a month after she would be in a new and cooler job.
And the funniest thing, which she didn’t understand at all, was the fact that her newest boss didn’t know about her being fired, since Langdon had actually been the one who suggested and wrote a recommendation note about her to her new boss.
When she had been asked why she chose to change the job she hadn’t known what to do, except blatantly lie her way through the rest of the interview.
And she tried to forget about the entire note thing, till Gallant proposed a dinner with her ex-colleagues, and to kill two bird with one stone she also proposed to go to her ex-office and collect the few things she had left behind.
She knew that Gallant would have gladly done it for her, but she wanted to have some kind of closure.
And maybe met with Langdon.
He scared her less now that she didn’t answer to him and she was actually curious to know why he had recommended her.
But when she felt him walking in on her arranging her things in a paper box, swiftly and even more swiftly feeling his intoxicating perfume coming from behind her...
She had turned around only after he coughed to make his presence known, doing it slowly and controlling her moves in order for her to turn around again if he glared at her, but he just looked surprised.
He didn’t expect her, there.
-I am just getting my last things, Gallant told me I had your permission…- she started blabbing, but he stopped at her, smiling meekly, which surprised her, since it seemed genuine for the first time in for ever.
-… I know about it, actually… Gallant has told me…- but he wasn’t expecting her to show up right to his face, and she didn’t know if he was still angry for the notes or he was just surprised -… we need to talk-.
They did indeed, but she wasn’t feeling in the mood, all her curiosity had gone to waste for her anxiety.
-I actually have a dinner in thirty minutes, and Gallant is waiting for me…- which was true, but she was sure that she could have made time for Langdon, she always made it possible for him to have a little bit of her time, no matter what she was doing, no matter how she felt, because she cared for him and was scared of him like he was the freaking devil.
But now, that she didn’t have to endure his government of terror and torture, she felt free to deny him any kind of request he had, even more since he acted like a dick about what had happened with the notes.
It might have been highly unprofessional, but she didn’t think it was worth being fired, mostly when he appreciated the notes.
She was thinking this and turning around to her box, when he pulled out his hand, to latch it with hers, squeezing her in a position nearer to him, getting her to almost screech out at the sudden move, but luckily she kept the scream inside at last, just glaring down at the entire manhandling which had been going on.
-Please, let my arm go- she mumbled, asking without any intention to wait for his answer, tugging on it immediately and the grip didn’t loosen.
-It’ll take just five minutes of your time and I will give you some answer I know you are looking for- he proposed to her, meanwhile loosening his grip, but it was still too firm for her to get away from it, so she just huffed out a breath and nodded.
-And you are going to leave my wrist in peace- she also added, making him smirk, before immediately leaving her wrist, nodding at her command.
But he kept himself close to her, almost making her breath the same air that came out of his luscious lips (she hadn’t thought about those lips, when he had talked to her… nooo…).
-I just wanted to start with saying I am sorry for firing you, it was one of the worst working choice I have ever made-.
And her eyes widened enough that he seemed to understand her disbelief and added an “I am serious”.
-… oh… ehm… my notes were extremely unprofessional- she honestly didn’t think it, but she felt like if she told him the truth, this miracle would disappear.
Because not only he hadn’t apologized to anybody, in the time she had worked for him, but he also didn’t feel regret for treating his employees badly, so either he had gone straight up crazy or he had genuinely developed regret, in her absence.
-I found them extremely cute…- his voice again told the truth, and again she was left surprised by what he had said in the span of two minutes -… and I overreacted, thinking it might have been some kind of twisted way to make fun of me… “oh look at the boss being all cute and everything…”, but I knew you better than that and I should have thought you were jus trying to be a nice person-.
Which she wasn’t, but the fact that he had actually said it, made her gain an immediate shot of confidence.
-… I haven’t had many genuine people around, if I can say the truth, so maybe I might have not thought about the fact that you just wanted to comfort me, for which I am very thankful-.
She swore she was either hallucinating or five minutes from fainting.
-It isn’t so bad…- she managed to spit out -… all is forgiven, Mr Langdon-.
-It’s Michael, since we are not colleague anymore- and then he was again too closer, but this time he didn’t retreat and he growled the following words right into her mouth -… and let me tell you I am very happy we aren’t, so I can do this-.
And he kissed her.
He kissed her, holding her tight under him, an hand behind her back and one behind her neck, holding her close and gently dipping her down, meanwhile his lips traced hers gently, asking for permission with his tongue to enter her in a much more chaste way than the one that her core suddenly craved, since it had opened for him from the moment he had firstly grabbed her.
And this is what got her to open her eyes and throw him away, off of herself, trying to realize when she had actually closed.
Immediately her back hit her old desk and she mumbled a pained moan, meanwhile he was thrown just a few centimeters away, but he looked much more shocked by her rejection than actually the fact that she had managed to move him away, touching the place where she had pushed and just looking at her as if it was the first time it had happened.
Which was not that hard to believe.
Since he was so dreamy and damnably attractive with his elegant posture and his perfect fashion sense.
And she was pretty sure that she wouldn’t have resisted him either, if he had a gently explained his crush for her and not been an emotionally constipated asshole.
-… so after three years of me working for you, you fired me to have a chance to kiss me? – she didn’t want to sound that smug, but she just got her boss to admit not only he was sorry, but that he somehow liked a lowly nobody like her, because it wasn’t just a trying kiss… from the way he seemed greatly affected by it, it might have been a “kiss which had finally happened”.
-Not just for a kiss- he matched her teasing tone, although his azure eyes didn’t dare to meet her -… and I somehow got you back on your feet didn’t I? -.
Which he did, since this meant that he had actually made her new boss hire her, alongside hiding the fact that he had fired her.
-… maybe...- she left her thoughts pending on whether to drag this out with teasing or jump into his arms, before turning around to get the box in her hands, wanting to leave him hanging there dry and unhappy, exactly how she had felt at his rude words -… and now if you excuse me, I have a dinner to attend-
And she made exactly two steps before he corned her between the desk and his body, pushing himself into her, and she was extremely thankful that she had actually worn a skirt, so he just had to push it up and pull down her stockings and panties all together, leaving her naked for the air and his hands.
Her box fell down and she was pretty sure that her treasured shell-box had been destroyed but she honestly didn’t care, when Langdon’s… Michael’s body was pressed right into her, making her feel every inch of the manhood her previous colleagues gossiped about… and it was so much more than they would expect .
-Don’t even think about it- he mumbled into her ear, meanwhile his hands spread her thighs apart, caressing them gently, before slapping one harshly at her useless try to resist his order -… I finally got you where I wanted you so… let me at least explain-.
-First, you try to bribe me with work offers and now you try with your dick, oh I am so glad I got fired! – she mumbled, and he slammed her decidedly unkindly on her desk, grabbing an hold of her hair, clearly telling her to shut up.
-I liked you more when you were a scared little mouse, following all my orders- he mumbled, meanwhile his fingers caressed her outer lips, the one down there, meanwhile her others were smeared with blood, since she had cut them with her teeth during his push -Can’t you go back to that, Mrs (L/N)? –.
He was a kinky bastard as he was rumored to be, she shouldn’t have been surprised, really…
But she just nodded at his request, not daring to turn around, meanwhile he caressed her, pushing himself more internally, still teasing her, but also making sure she knew where this would be going, meanwhile his lips laid kisses on her exposed neck and his free hand, fooled around with her shirt, groping her over it.
-… I need words, Mrs (L/N)- and right now when she felt the words coming at her, he remembered her something else -… and call me, sir, lovely-.
And he slapped her core, getting an even higher pitched scream and she was thankful that she had actually saw the cleaning lady get out when she walked in, she had in fact left her keys for her to close everything, because the noises were so loud and definitely explicit.
-… yes, sir- she mumbled, trying not to think of the pain she felt in her head and the pleasure she instead felt in her nether regions.
-Yes, sir… what? Speak up, Mrs (L/N)…- she felt the smirk forming on her neck before the new slap at her cunt -…you were always so good with words-.
-I will follow your orders, Sir- she repeated slowly, feeling deep waves of pleasure crash into her as Michael slipped a finger in her core after her confession, laying a mark on her, as if to say he say he owned her, inside and out.
-Better- he mumbled, meanwhile his finger slipped out of her and went back inside, but his head retreated from her shoulder, its warmth leaving her, and she tried to turn around, but he kept her hips linked to the table with a tight grip -… don’t turn around, sweetie, I am just going to give you a surprise reward-.
And she didn’t understand what he meant till she felt something even more wet than her folds and rough on her hole, caressing it, without dipping inside, till she let out her first moan, again loudly, finally getting him to intensify the entire thing with probing inside her with his tongue, meanwhile his fingers caressed the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She gripped extremely tightly the edges of the desk, pushing down a few papers, meanwhile she felt herself go through what could only be described as a mystical experience.
She felt the tell-tale first in her stomach tighten and relax and tighten again and…
-Michael! – she protested as he slipped out of her, pushing himself away just to come closer and slap her ass, enough that it freed her of any even feelings of her impeding climax, making her cry out at her own mistake, this time a “sir” escaping her lips.
-Much better, sweetheart, but I would much rather know if you feel as heavenly, as you taste- and he ripped himself off of her, just enough time for him to lower his pants and get his manhood out, making her taste it, just pressing it against her opening, gently caressing her with it, meanwhile he pulled her hair to get her to crane her neck back at him to give her a messy kiss on the lips, making her taste herself.
And he entered her.
She let out a huge huff, feeling him smirk against her, and before she could reprimand him for the low blow he started moving.
Fast enough that she totally missed her grip on the desk, being just pushed against it, without no control on the movement, just being thrown against as a doll, and the fact that she enjoyed it was a bit strange, but she honestly didn’t care, not when Michael hit her perfectly with each movement of hips, meanwhile he smeared saliva on her neck, trying to bite her and when he did, she let out a moan which barely covered the drill of her phone, adverting her that somebody was calling her.
They both stilled, almost as if they had been caught, letting the drill replace the luxurious sound of flesh slapping on flesh.
Her phone was on her bag, next to her, and all she had to was bend down and get it.
It would have been an easy thing…
… without a cock in your cunt…
She looked back at Michael, who seemed almost as taken aback as her, but swiftly smirked at her, devilishly, meanwhile he exited her and made a gesture which meant she better get the call.
She just rolled her eyes, annoyed by what the hell he was plotting and also for the fact that she was feeling extremely empty.
It was Gallant and as she got a good look at her screen through teary eyes, she understood why: she had said it would take her five minutes to collect her things and she had been with Michael for twenty minutes straight, but worst of all as she made to answer Gallant, Michael’s re-entered her, making her moan straight in the phone.
She honestly was traumatized of what Gallant might think.
-Don’t give us out, sweetheart- mumbled Michael in her ear, before gently kissing it, and keeping up a fast-paced pace, thrusting her against the desk and if the moaning hadn’t given her out, the thrust of her skin against metal would absolutely reveal she was fucking her ex-boss.
-… (Y/N)? – asked Gallant, he seemed confused but he gave her the chance to explain it with her words -… what’s taking you so long? -.
“Michael being an asshole and not letting me cum” but she refused to say it to her best friend and ex-colleague, who still worked with Michael, not wanting to put that image in his head, alongside spread rumor about being fired just so that her boss could fuck her.
-Oh… I just caught Mr Langdon and we ended up talking…- she knew that in between saying this entire phrase her voice had broken down and raised up at least five times, enough that one might ask if she had developed a cough -… I am sorry, I will be down in five minutes-.
Because again she felt a tightness in her stomach and this time she hoped Michael wouldn’t pull any kind of stunt.
-Oh, perfect- Gallant’s voice wasn’t as giggly as it was before the mention of Langdon, maybe he was worried that he had again made her cry, but she was just thankful she could end that embarrassing conversation and stop biting her lip to keep any sinful sounds in -…but what were those noises? -.
She rolled her eyes more out of annoyance than pleasure, although what was going in her nether regions was indeed very pleasurable, since Michael had started caressing her pleasure pearl, which was perfect erect in his grasp.
-… I just knocked something accidentally to get the phone, you know… silly me- she mumbled, meanwhile Michael slapped her ass, making her yelp and she turned around to glare at him, meanwhile she held the phone so tight in her hand that she was sure by the end of this she would need a new one.
She whispered to him, about either quitting or just getting over with it.
Big mistake…
He bend her even more over on the table and she was now crunched painfully completely with the desk hitting her stomach, but the pain didn’t matter when she felt him hit a spot which had never been hit either by her finger and any other man, none that there had been some as experienced as him, who seemed to know her body more than her.
-Don’t tell me what to do- this time there was no pet name and she accidentally let the phone tumble down, unable to oeld it.
But at least this got her to only focus on her pleasure, building slowly and this time she knew what she had to do before anything else happened.
-Please, sir, let me cum- she whispered it and she thought he hadn’t heard her till he just laughed sarcastically at her plead.
-Maybe if I can hear you, I will let you cum-.
-PL…Ease… Sir… Let ME… CUM! – she tried again, gaining all the breathing she owned and feeling her lungs burn because of the strain, but by the way the caresses on her clit turned into harsh and quick slaps she knew that she had done well, enough to hear an animalistic growl:
-Then do it-.
And sweetly she felt her legs give out under the utter pressure of pleasure, moving liquidly from her stomach to her core and there, it became butterflies of true pleasure between her legs and she …
… she blacked out for a minute, still shocked by the intensity of what was going through her.
She just felt two arms steadying her from behind to avoid her falling without elegance on the desk, meanwhile he exited her, getting a moan of annoyance from her, but he made it all up by actually caressing her thighs gently, without no intention to arouse her (not that he would need it), but to relax her sore muscles, meanwhile his other hand searched for something on her desk.
She didn’t understand what it was till she felt him try to clean her down there with a tissue, collecting their mixed releases, the proof that she hadn’t be the only one to enjoy it and she was secretly thankful for being on the pill, and hoped that Michael was as clean-polished inside as he was outside…
He had gone back to his boss persona, although a blush coated his cheeks (she didn’t understand if it was from the physical activity or anything else), when she turned around to lean her sore back against the deck, searching for some relief, meanwhile he distanced himself a bit to let her oversensitive skin breath, but keeping up what he was doing with the hand cleaning her, till he was satisfied and gently slipped her panties back on, meanwhile helping her tuck the shirt in her skirt.
He had a gentleness to him that she hadn’t expect, but she appreciated it still.
And was particularly starstruck when he kissed her gently on the lips, caressing her almost lovingly and reverently and when they broke apart he looked at her as if it hurt to distance himself from her:
-Don’t you have a dinner to wander off with? – he mumbled at her, looking down at his polished shoes, but she gripped his face, making him look up at her; was he seriously being all shy after he had taken her like a whore.?
-After that stunt I don’t think I can stay still on my legs- and she caressed his cheek much more to adapt herself to the fact that it was all real, that it had all happened.
-I am pretty sure that all you have to do at a dinner is stay sit- he mumbled, using again his teasing tone, but with no fire to it, just kindness and willingness to make her laugh, meanwhile he caressed her aching back, all because of him.
-… I don’t think I can do also that- she replied, already feeling the burn of his previous slaps and the way he had roughly abused her poor back, now that all the pleasure had subsided -… I am probably going back home and get a good bath-.
He nodded and turned around, to let her do that, but she just gripped his jacket and kept him there.
-… and after all I have just gone through, I think I deserve at least a bath- which was a clear invite to follow her back home -… you can draw one for us, meanwhile I write a note-.
This almost got him to giggle and she thought it was the nicest thing she had ever seen and she wanted to see more.
-Ehm… that is very… very tempting- he mumbled almost thinking about it, before picking her up full bridal style, getting a screech both for the sudden move and for the aching muscles in her body -… that note better be good-.
-Oh let me tell you how it starts… - and she smirked looking up at him -… “dearest Mr Langdon, you are a dick but yoa have an even bigger…”-.
She couldn’t finish the sentence because he had pushed her up his shoulder in a much less elegant way, before delivering a sound slap to her ass, getting a very loud pained moan from her, before uttering a “these brats never learn”.
Maybe she was glad shehad been fired for those stupid notes.
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Gallant kept on shouting for his best friend on the phone, he had been already confused because his friend sounded stressed and pained on the phone.
Which he understood since she had to talk with her boss, but also that seemed a bit exaggerated but then he heard something, something which made him understand pretty clear that his best friend wasn’t in immediate danger.
“PL…Ease… Sir… Let ME… CUM!”.
Apparently, at least, somebody would get lucky tonight.
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Sister Saved - Young Justice Imagine
Requested by Anon - A young justice kaldur imagine where when he's on a mission with the team and then he meets his dad and kaldur discovers that he has a little sister whose in her teens that he didn't know about sister gets captured by the team kaldur trys to get her on his side and some angst.
Author’s Note - Sorry, I changed it up a lot.
***
Black Manta stood proudly in front of his son. “I’m glad you chose to join me, Kaldur’ahm.” He gestured for Kaldur to follow him onto the ship. “We have much to do.”
Kaldur swallowed hard, slowly trailing behind his father. He still couldn’t believe he was doing this. The moment he walked onto this ship, he was going to be playing a dangerous role as a double agent. Telling himself it was for the good of the world, Kaldur kept his feet moving. One after the other. Black Manta didn’t seem to notice Kaldur’s struggle.
“You’ll have to prove yourself to me, but that will come later.” Black Manta opened a door to reveal a training room. “It’s time for you to meet your sister.” Kaldur’s jaw dropped open in shock.
In the middle of the room stood you with glowing atlantean tattoos on your arms. You growled, spinning around to shoot out a trio of water-made arrows straight into the hearts of the training dummies positioned in the corner. At the sight of Black Manta, you quickly stopped what you were doing to bow.
“Greetings Father. I see you have brought a guest,” you replied, keeping your head down.
Kaldur sputtered, turning to look at Black Manta who was watching him. “A sister?”
“Your half sister. (Y/N) is part atlantean as well.” Black Manta blinked. He focused on you. “Perform your swimming exercises. Fifty laps.” You kept your eyes down, running to follow his orders. Black Manta snorted. “She’s incompetent, but with training, she might be of use someday.”
A rock formed in Kaldur’s throat as he clenched his hand into a fist. It made him sick to hear him talking about you in such a heartless way. “What am I to you then, Father?” he asked carefully.
Watching your ‘brother’ travel up through the ranks easily made your heart burn with rage. You stood in the back of the room as your father named your brother his second in command. Everything in you wanted to scream and demand why you were being treated this way. You were the one by your father’s side for years, but the moment Kaldur showed up, he was the golden child.
“My heir,” Black Manta said, clapping a hand onto Kaldur’s shoulder. “Come my son. Let me show you to your room.” He led Kaldur out of the room. Kaldur swallowed hard, wondering what he had gotten himself into.
***
Once the clapping was loud enough, you slipped out of the room. Keeping a quick pace, you hoped to make it to your tiny room before your father discovered you had left your brother’s ceremony.
“(Y/N),” Kaldur called behind you. You froze, tensing as you heard him jog to catch up to you. “I noticed you left.”
“Yes, I did.” You kept your back to him. He would rat you out to Father and you’ll be punished again.
Kaldur hummed. You could feel him studying you. “Would you like to join me in a swim?”
“What?” You turned to give him a suspicious look, shocked when you didn’t see anything in his face except genuine kindness.
“I was wondering if you would like to take a swim with me? I understand Father requires you for exercise, but I was hoping we could have a more relaxing swim?” Kaldur kept looking at you. You stared back at him for a long moment until you realized he was waiting for an answer.
Months later, you were setting up the bomb in the basement of the Kroloteans’ base. The orders had came down the chain of command, leaving the responsibility to you. You weren’t sure how to feel about setting a bomb that might kill all the Kroloteans and superheroes alike, but you swallowed hard and did your job.
You felt the blood rush to your face. “I suppose I could join you.” He gestured for you to follow him as he walked away. You kept your distance, wondering if this was some kind of a test or trap. Pursing your lips, you decided to be ready for anything.
***
You froze when you heard someone sliding down the hole behind you and land. Knowing you were ordered to stay out of the fight by Kaldur, you ducked behind a corner to peek around. You frowned when you saw a man standing in the shadows.The man didn’t see you as someone else slid down the other tube behind him. It was Kaldur with his waterbearers out. You frowned, worried Kaldur was going to get jumped by the man in the shadows.
“Kaldur?” the man in the shadows said, stepping into the light. Your eyes widened as you took in the blue bird on his chest. You recognized him as Nightwing from your files your father had you study. Kaldur tensed at his name, turning to face the man. However, Kaldur relaxed slightly, but kept his guard up. Nightwing didn’t react. You sensed something was between them, but it wasn’t what you expected from Kaldur’s supposed betrayal of the heroes’ trust.
“Just you and me, old friend,” Kaldur sneered. He was acting, you spend enough time with him over the last few months to know when he was not being truthful. Part of you wanted to announce your presence, but you felt it was your duty to see how this played out.
Another man slid down the tube a moment behind with a superman symbol on his t shirt. “No!” The man dropped into a fighting stance. You tensed at the sight. “It’s a regular reunion special.”
You chose that moment to appear, running to Kaldur’s side. Both Nightwing and the man with the superman symbol jumped slightly in surprise. You created a water spear from the nearby water, flipping it around before getting ready to attack.
However, you froze when Kaldur dropped his water bearers. “Fine.” He nodded for you to do the same. You did reluctantly, an uneasy feeling in your stomach. “You can take us down or you can save everyone from this bomb.” Kaldur stepped aside to reveal the bomb you had set.
The two heroes tensed at the sight. Your mouth twitched slightly as Kaldur continued talking. “I am told the yield is quite impressive.” Suddenly, the one with the superman symbol ran forward, knocking you out of the way and attempting to punch Kaldur. Kaldur quickly dodged him and knocked him to the floor with a shock to his neck. He met Nightwing’s eye. “You have two minutes.”
You struggled to your feet. Your ribs aching from hit. Kaldur nodded at you and ran to dive into the nearby pool. You trailed behind him as quickly as you could with a passing glance at the heroes. Nightwing was staring at you before you did a sloppily dive into the water.
Kaldur was waiting for you just under the water. He glanced you over before grabbing you and swimming toward the waiting ship. You tried to help him, but your ribs were on fire.
Once you were in the ship, Kaldur helped you to the medical bay. “Treat her,” he ordered the medic before he touched your cheek. “Let him look you over, I will return once we’re out of range.” Kaldur quickly left the room. The medic made you lay down on the bed before the ship shifted as it sped through the water.
“How are you feeling?” Kaldur asked once you gave him permission to enter. You were in your bedroom, resting your broken ribs.
You struggled to breathe when the ship rocked from the impact of the bomb. Part of you wondered if the heroes got out in time while the other part became suspicious of Kaldur. It was like he warned the heroes about the bomb. You bit your lip, debating whether you should mention it to your father. However, your heart warmed at how concerned Kaldur looked when he noticed you were injured. You bit back a scream when the medic pressed your ribs as you decided you would keep your suspicions to yourself for now. After all, if Kaldur cared about you, he couldn’t be up to something that would betray your father, could he?
***
“I’m okay,” you whispered, using a spell to make the water from the glass on your bedside flow like a river in the air. “It’s just hurts to breathe.”
Kaldur sank down on the edge of the bed, watching you. “You have to be careful around Superboy.”
“Superboy?” You cocked your head. “So he was not Superman?”
“No, Superman has a cape and looks older,” Kaldur explained. He blinked as you used your magic to guide the water back into the glass. “You do not know what Superman looks like?”
You shook your head, laying back against your pillows. “There wasn’t a picture in the files Father had me study. I never saw him growing up as we lived off the coast of Upolu. Once my mother died, Father took me in and I’ve been on one of his ships ever since.” You shivered. “Is Father upset with me?”
Kaldur swallowed hard. He pressed his lips together, deciding to keep what Black Manta had actually said to himself. It would break his heart to see you hurt by telling you your father’s words. “He is concerned and wishes for you to have a speedy recovery. However, he is satisfied with the outcome of the mission overall.”
“Good,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands. You tried to hold back a yawn, but whined in pain when you couldn’t.
“You should rest.” Kaldur laid a hand on your shoulder to push you to lay down.
You bit your lip. “Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” You cursed yourself for showing weakness, but your stomach twisted at the thought of being alone. Despite everything, you were growing to care for Kaldur.
You eyed Lagoon Boy in the cell. He looked just like he did in the files you studied. You wondered if his magic was like what the file said, but he had the inhibitor collar on to prevent him from demonstrating.
A smile pulled at Kaldur’s lips as he patted your arm. “I’ll stay.” Once your eyes were closed, he frowned slightly. Guilt tugged at his heart. He took your hand, making a promise to make sure no matter what happened during the course of his double agent mission, that you would be safe.
***
“Who are you?! How dare you go against our King!” Lagoon Boy snapped, grabbing the bars of his cell. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Orin is not my king.” You pressed your lips together. “Your mission failed. The satellite was destroyed.”
“When I get out of here, I’ll hunt you down and you’ll spend the rest of your life in prison.” Lagoon Boy glared at you before Kaldur entered the room.
“(Y/N), our father wishes to speak to you,” Kaldur said, gesturing for you to leave. You nodded, eyeing Lagoon Boy once more as you left.
Your father was waiting in his private quarters for you. “(Y/N), it’s time for you to prove yourself to me.” Black Manta frowned. He towered over you. “The Light has instructed me to make a move on a United States’ submarine that is containing plans for a super weapon. I have decided you will strike the submarine.”
“Me?” Your eyes widened in surprise. “Father...”
“Silence,” Black Manta snapped. “I have trained you for years. I need to know you are worth my time.” You shivered at how cold his voice sounded.
Swallowing hard, you nodded. “Yes, Father. I will compete the mission.” Black Manta handed you a flash drive. You stared at it like it was going to explode in your hand.
You were just about to slide your helmet on when Kaldur appeared in the doorway of the airlock. “(Y/N), I have to speak to you.”
Black Manta left the room, not giving you another glance. Your hand started to shake as you trapped the flash drive in your fist before quickly retreating from the room.
***
“Yes, Brother?” You gave him a surprised look, doing your best to hide your nervousness.
Kaldur rested his hands on your shoulders, looking you straight in the eye. “Do not kill anyone on your mission. Do what you need to do and get out.”
A frown pulled at your lips. You shivered at how intense his gaze was. “Father says lives don’t matter, only the mission.”
He closed his eyes, sighing deeply. When he opened them, you were surprised to see a hint of desperation in his eyes. “To take a life leaves a mark on you. It is a burden of guilt you can not shake off. I do not want that for you, so I beg of you, (Y/N), do not kill anyone.”
A knot formed in your throat, making it hard to swallow. “Is this because you killed your old teammate, Artemis?”
Kaldur bit his lip. “Yes,” he said carefully after a long moment. You sensed there was something else behind his words, but you let it go. “Be safe.” He took a step back. Perhaps he knew he was revealing something he shouldn’t be.
Flipping onto the submerging submarine, you quickly opened the hatch and jumped inside. You slipped into the shadows as the entrance sealed behind you.
You nodded, tears burning your eyes as you put on your helmet and activated the airlock. Once the doors opened, you swam off. You felt Kaldur watching you go. Your heart heavy from the burden placed upon you.
***
Skillfully, you moved through the ship, taking out crew members who got in your way. You didn’t kill any of them. Kaldur’s words echoed in your head, stopping you from making any killing blows. You always paused to make sure each one was still breathing.
Once you reached the right terminal, you found the plans and copied the files onto the flash drive. You pulled out the flash drive before taking out the other flash drive to plant the file erasing virus. Your orders were to leave no trace, so you developed the virus on your own.
The virus triggered an alarm. You swore under your breath as you felt a presence behind you. “Surrender, child,” Aquaman said coldly. He stood in the doorway behind you.
You turned to look at him, glad your helmet hid the surprise on your face. “How did you know I was here? You weren’t supposed to be on this submarine,” you demanded, using the water in a nearby water bottle to form a spear. You spun it around before dropping in a offense stance.
Aquaman frowned as he readied himself to fight. “You activated a silent alarm once you entered the vessel. We knew someone would attempt to get the plans.” Suddenly, he rushed toward you, fist swinging. You dodged, spinning your spear and knocked Aquaman off his feet. In one quick move, you almost drove the spear into his body, but Kaldur’s words stopped you. You froze, giving Aquaman a chance to kick you hard enough to knock you into the wall. Your concentration dropped, the spear splashing into nothing in your hand.
“Stay down, girl,” Aquaman growled. You froze when you realized your helmet had been knocked off. You looked up at Aquaman in shock. Aquaman flinched. “Kaldur’ahm...you look like him. Why do you look like him?” Aquaman stepped toward you.
Your father was impressed with your mission and you were given a promotion of sorts. The other soldiers gave you the proper respect as they gave Kaldur and Black Manta. You were proud of yourself even though your stomach twisted at not knowing if you killed anyone from sinking the submarine.
“Get away!” You cast a spell your mother taught you, knocking Aquaman back against the far wall with a wave of water that burst through the hull. The hole was above your head as the water poured into the sub. The submarine began to sink as the entire vessel began to implode on itself. You quickly swam out of the submarine, zooming away while Aquaman was distracted trying to save the crew.
***
You were given several solo missions after that. Kaldur kept his distance from you, and you felt it was because of the arrival of his new partner, Tigress. You sensed something odd between them, but you ignored it as you always did when it came to Kaldur.
Months passed as you went mission after mission. You made sure to follow Kaldur’s words and never take a life. However, you knew it was only a matter of time before you had to kill someone. Finally, you were called back and allowed to attend the Light’s meeting with the Reach. You walked down the hall of your father’s ship, searching for Kaldur. When you received the news he had been attacked by Miss Martian, you wanted to come back, but your father ordered you to continue your mission. You were told by your father that Kaldur had recovered, but you wanted to see him for yourself.
“Brother,” you said happily when you found him standing outside the control room with Tigress. Kaldur smiled at you before whispering something to Tigress. Tigress studied you for a moment and walked away.
“(Y/N), it is good to see you.” Kaldur laid a hand on your shoulder. Your heart warmed at the attention. “It has been some time.” He looked a little pained, but you ignored it.
“I heard you were injured,” you said worriedly. You studied him before glancing over to see Tigress was still watching you from down the hall.
Kaldur followed your gaze, frowning slightly. “Yes, but I have recovered.” He pursed his lips. “Come with me.” He pulled you down the hall and into his bedroom.
You were confused. “What’s wrong?” An uneasiness grew in your stomach as you thought about all the times when something about Kaldur never seemed right.
“(Y/N), you must listen to me,” Kaldur said calmly, placing both hands on your shoulders. He looked you straight in the eye. A shiver ran down your spine. “I need you to know that no matter what happens at the meeting that you will be safe with me.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Okay,” you said slowly. “But I already know that.”
Kaldur chuckled, letting his hands drop off your shoulders. “Yes, but I mean what I say. You will be fine if you stay with me.”
You hummed, not understanding. “Okay, Brother.”
Your heart was in your throat as you hid behind a rock. The fighting was happening all around you. Pressing your hands over your ears, you closed your eyes. Your breath came out in ragged gasps as you tried to understand what had happened.
He sighed in relief before leading you out the door. “Come along. We must be going.” You hesitated. Something felt off, but you pushed it away and followed him.
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Tigress was revealed to be the dead hero Artemis, and then Kaldur was shot. You could only stare at his body in shock before your attention had been captured by the video explaining how Kaldur had been playing you all the whole time. Everything you had observed made sense, but now that Kaldur was dead, you wondered if you should have brought your suspicions to your father anyway.
While you were still comprehending everything, hell broke loose. You ducked behind the rock, lost and confused as the fighting started around you. Kaldur’s promise from earlier floated into your mind. You peeked over the rock to find an alive Kaldur and your father battling away while the heroes took out the Light’s and Reach’s soldiers.
“No, no no,” you panted, closing your eyes as you slid back down behind the rock. Panic gripped your heart. You stayed as quiet as you could, hoping you weren’t found. You remember Kaldur said you would be safe if you stayed with him, but what did that mean? What would happen to you if your father lost this fight? The heroes wouldn’t accept you, would they?
You froze when you heard Kaldur cry out. Quickly, looking over at the edge of the rock to see Kaldur fall to the ground from one of Black Manta’s blast.
“Stay down, my son, or I will kill you for this treachery,” Black Manta said coldly.
“You will not win, Father, even if you kill me,” Kaldur snapped before looking over at you. You flinched at being seen, but Kaldur met your eye. The love and reassurance in his gaze made you calm down in a way you found only Kaldur could do. As Black Manta’s helmet lit up to fire a killing blast, you cast a spell to cause the water to form a shield around Kaldur just in time to block the blast.
“(Y/N)!” Black Manta shouted when he saw your shield. He followed Kaldur’s gaze and fired a quick blast at you. You quickly rolled out of the way. “You useless brat! How dare you betray me?! You would be dead if it weren’t for me!” Your father fired another shot at you. You quickly formed another water shield around yourself. The blast knocked you to the ground. The impact shook you down to the bone.
“Leave her alone,” Kaldur growled, getting to his feet. He turned his water bearers into a mace and slammed it into Black Manta’s chin. Black Manta fell to the ground, out cold.
You stared at your father with shock. Your heart hurting from his words, but you couldn’t ignore the relief the sight granted you. Kaldur panted before putting his water bearers away. You realized the fighting around you had stopped and the heroes were standing around either watching you and Kaldur or talking to Tigress, relieved she was alive.
Kaldur slowly walked over to you. He held out a hand to help you up. “Are you alright?”
You eyed the blood stain on his armor before taking his hand. Trying to speak, you croaked and had to clear your throat. “Maybe,” you whispered, stealing glances at the other heroes. “Am I going to prison now?”
“What? No.” Kaldur shook his head, taken back. “(Y/N), I told you I would keep you safe. You will be fine.” Kaldur kept holding your hand. “Come on.” He pulled you over to the other heroes. You trembled with fear, but you felt safe, knowing Kaldur wouldn’t let anything happen to you.
#kaldur#kaldur'ahm#kaldur x reader#kaldur imagine#kaldur'ahm x reader#kaldur'ahm imagine#aqualad#aqualad x reader#aqualad imagine#dc comics imagines#dc reader insert#young justice imagines#young justice#yj imagine
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The Mother of Valerie Mache
{ tw for talk of kidna.pping and chi.ld-abuse. }
Cadence Beaumont was raised in Kalos. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she never had to struggle when it came to much of anything. She was given everything she needed, wanted, and could ever want, by doting parents. Said parents also encouraged her to become a woman who would take whatever she desired from the world, as she deserved good things. Naturally, all of these factors allowed Cadence to grow into someone brimming with hubris.
(Said hubris led to her downfall.)
Faeries have always been known throughout Kalos for centuries through folktales and various legends, while some in the modern today have claimed to have seen or met one personally, surviving the encounters. Cadence herself was was interested in the existence of faeries for one reason and one reason only: they allegedly could give blessings. Though she already had a good life, things going for her that a lot of people dreamed of having, she wanted more. More wealth, more respect, more love.
When she heard someone claim that there was a faerie currently roaming Santalune Forest, she went to investigate. She brought along her team of Poison-type pokemon, just in case she would need them. She did eventually find the faerie, who stated Cadence had quite a lot of bravery, or foolishness, to approach her so brazenly. But, the faerie was in a particularly good mood, and was curious as to what Cadence wanted from her.
Cadence did end up gaining enough of the faerie’s favor to earn a blessing, though of course, they made a deal. Just as the faerie would give her what she wanted, Cadence would do a favor to repay the entity. However, Cadence chose to not hold up her end of the deal. She saw no reason to, as she got what she wished for, and looked down her nose at the fae, thinking she wouldn’t be able to do anything genuinely harmful.
By Cadence not fulfilling her end of the deal, the faerie was of course angered. Not only did she take away her gift, she seeked to make Cadence utterly miserable. Of all the things to not do to a faerie, disrespecting them is the biggest one. No one did such and got away with it, never in history, and the fae was determined to not let Cadence be the first.
Cadence soon realized the warnings and horror stories about faeries held water. Waking up with her skin mysteriously marred in various areas, her hair falling out, her money vanishing, the people who she felt were her friends turning their backs on her; her life gradually fell into shambles. After her mother and father suddenly deemed her a disgrace, and Cadence lost her only regular source of income, she saw it appropriate to try and flee Kalos in order to get away from the faerie she deceived.
She moved to Johto, as she has old family ties to it, and it was far enough away from Kalos to where she felt safe. Choosing to live in Goldenrod City, Cadence slowly adjusted to living in Johto over the span of 3 months, mentally frazzled but thankful she at least stopped waking up with her appearance falling apart. She gained a small job working in a flower shop, and while she hated having a job more fitting to a “peasant”, it was better than nothing.
One day, she met a man who came into the flower shop to buy a bouquet. He was attractive, sure, but she didn’t have much interest in him at first. It took multiple visits and he innocently commenting that she was pretty, for Cadence to “notice” him. Soon, they started going on dates, and over time, she found herself falling in love with him. The feeling was reciprocated.
After close to a year passed, they ended up getting married. Cadence moved into Tobias’ home in Ecruteak City to live with him. Life started looking great for her again, and for a while, she thought she would never have to deal with faeries & their wickedness ever again.
Eventually, Cadence Mache became pregnant. Both she and Tobias were excited to be first-time parents. The pregnancy went by without any unusual problems, and after about 9 months, Cadence gave birth to a girl. She was lovingly named “Valeria”, and taken home with Cadence when they were cleared from Ecruteak’s hospital. That night, the family all settled down within their home, with Cadence putting Valeria to rest in her crib.
Little was Cadence aware that her newborn was stolen as she and Tobias slept. Her nightmare wasn’t over; the faerie who she disrespected before was still bent on making Cadence suffer. The woman fleeing to a different region didn’t do anything but increase the faerie’s annoyance. What’s more, is that the faerie’s own lover joined her in this quest for revenge. They discovered Cadence was pregnant, and bided their time, waited for the child to be born. They easily entered the human’s domain, switching Valeria with their own faerie child.
Cadence discovered the following morning. She instantly knew the infant laying in her daughter’s crib was not her daughter, despite their appearances being identical...except for their eyes. This infant’s eyes were a startling silver, softly glowing like they contained the full moon within them. She knew this meant one thing: this baby was a faerie. A changeling.
Naturally, she was angered beyond belief. Knowing her firstborn was taken by a faerie, surely the one she upset long ago, filled her with a burning anger and suffocating grief. However, there was little she could do about it. Tobias had no idea she didn’t pay back a faerie what she owed them, and thus had them hunting her.
Tobias didn’t know that this Valeria was not the true one; picking her up from her crib and affectionately holding the thing close. He noted how her eyes seemed to have changed, but was strangely not concerned. Cadence knew this was the spell of a changeling at work; the magic making to where the parents (or in this case, one of the parents) would accept the fae despite however it differed from the original child.
To keep her husband ignorant of her past, and thus the fate of their child, Cadence kept the true nature of “Valeria” as a faerie secret. Unsure of what would occur, Cadence was too fearful that Tobias would be furious that his first child was taken away from him, because of her crime. Not wanting to lose him, not after she lost about all the other good things in her life, Cadence never uttered a word about it. Instand, she would play along with this twisted punishment, raising “Valeria”.
However, she never treated “Valeria” with love. Why would she, as not only was this creature a faerie, it dared to mimic her lost daughter’s appearance? Take her place? Brimming with rage and hatred, Cadence abused “Valeria” often, venting her her ill feelings through her actions.
She made sure to play nice when Tobias was present, but as he was out of town a lot for his job, that left she and “Valeria” home alone constantly. It didn’t matter that the faerie child herself was completely unknowing of her own nature and what her purpose was; Cadence took everything out on her. A defenseless child was the perfect punching bag, all the more better that she was a faerie on top of it all.
Cadence never took it too far though, not wanting “Valeria’s” injuries to be too severe and alarming to Tobias. Bruises, cuts, scrapes; those were all excused as the girl being careless outside and in the house. It helped that due to her faerie biology, “Valeria” healed from her injuries far more quickly compared to the average human being, and didn’t scar.
Years later, a school-aged “Valeria” was taken out of school by Tobias, when he learned she was being bullied by her peers. The children found her appearance creepy, and the majority of the teachers didn’t ever feel inclined to help her, as she unsettled them as well. Refusing to let his daughter be treated like that, he asked his wife to homeschool her, and she of course accepted. More opportunities to make the faerie suffer? Cadence couldn’t turn that down.
As “Valeria” grew older as time went on, Cadence made sure to make the child believe she was a horrible, flawed entity. She didn’t tell “Valeria” herself that she was a faerie, for two reasons. One, she didn’t want the information reaching her husband. Two, she wanted “Valeria” to believe she was being treated the way she was because she deserved it; plain and simple.
Cadence manipulated and psychologically abused "Valeria” in many ways: to think whatever she wanted her to think, to act however she wanted her to act, unless she wished to be punished more. "Valeria” was a mistake, a blemish on this good earth, and a complete waste of life; all things Cadence wanted to carve into the girl’s mind so she’ll know it forever.
However lovingly Tobias treated “Valeria” in contrast, Cadence countered it. To push it further, she made the constant threat of death to “Valeria”, if she tried to tell her father what she was doing.
For her 10th birthday, Tobias gave “Valeria” her very first pokemon: an Eevee. Cadence gave her permission for it, hiding her sheer displeasure, and told her husband that she would help their daughter care for the normal-type. She kept to her word...mostly. She never laid a hand on the Eevee, but if the pokemon made a mess in the house or misbehaved, she punished “Valeria” for her lack of diligence and forced her to clean up after him.
Some months after “Valeria’s” 13th birthday, Tobias revealed that he had to live in Kalos for business, but he didn’t know for how long. Cadence refused to go, claiming she didn’t want to leave Johto (though in reality, she didn’t want to go to Kalos ever again if she could help it). “Valeria” however wanted to go live with her father, so she could stay with him.
(She wanted to get away from Cadence, more than anything else.)
Cadence very well could’ve said no and kept “Valeria” home in Johto, but she allowed the girl to leave with Tobias. Frankly, she was sick of her. Not having to deal with her sounded like a blessing, one Cadence passionately believed she deserved. Bags were packed, farewells were said, and “Valeria” departed with her father to Kalos.
That day was the last day Cadence and “Valeria” (who mainly goes by Valerie now) saw and spoke to one another. Valerie never tried to contact her mother. After Valerie left her father’s home and traveled Kalos, she stopped being in touch with him for a multitude of reasons, thus cutting herself off from her known family completely.
While to this day, Valerie has no idea what her parents have been up to, some events have transpired. Years ago, Cadence and Tobias eventually divorced, when Tobias finally started to suspect that his wife wasn’t as good of a person as she seemed.
Cadence chose to take a “vacation” from Johto; traveling to Hoenn. During the process, she disappeared.
No one knows where she currently is, or if she’s alive for that matter.
#❥ NO‚ I DON'T THINK LIFE IS QUITE THAT SIMPLE || about & headcanons.#/ i finally finished thi sdhgsdgs \#/ i apologize in advance for any spelling errors n such \#abuse tw-#kidnapping tw-#long post
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Can you please do a scenario where Shuichi gets a like some dark magical artifact that gives him dark powers and he slowly gets corrupted as he enjoys his new source of power, dominance and control? The others try to stop him from slowly becoming corrupted, but he almost kills them. He’s only nice to Kaede and Kaito.
Corrupted!Saihara Shuichi Who Almost Kills His Friends With His New Source of Power!
Saihara Shuichi stumbled uponplenty of odd things involved with Cases – high demand Detectives like him seethe epitome of strange. Some were far worse than others, and some should neverbe touched or handled ever again…
When he was tasked with a Case revolving around the occult and dark magic, hewas a bit skeptical at first. Saihara doesn’t really have the platform todiscard a Case that is brought to him, though, especially those that are of utmost importance likethis one.
That’s where he first stumbled upon the ring attached to the corpse of a burn victim – at first, he originally assumed that it was an accident but foul playwas in the back of his mind. And somehow, the ring that the victim was wearingremained unscathed… generally speaking, even the most valuable materials and accessoriesshould receive some sort of damage when thrown into a fire. Saihara spent hourspouring over the details of this case, only to fall flat.
He did his own research and swiped the ring from the evidence lab, slipping iton his finger out of curiosity. But some things are better left untouched andSaihara definitely should have left this one alone…
The moment he placed the ring on his finger, a dark energy surrounded him andhe was overcome with the feelings of power and dominance.
Saihara could feel himself slipping into insanity, and before he completely succumbed to this new feeling, he attempted to remove the ring from his finger but it wouldn’t budge.
The next morning, his classmates could tell that something about him wasdifferent. The way he carried himself and his facial expression were much moreconfident and dark than normal. Ouma Kokichi was the first one to snap andpoint out the obvious.
“Oh, Shuichi~ something about you seems different!” He gleefully cheered as heapproaches the Detective. However, Saihara responds with lightning fastreflexes and wrapped his fingers around the shorter man’s throat, holding himagainst the wall as he struggled and coughed, his slender fingers trying to pry Saihara’s hand off of him.
His other classmates gasped and rushed to Ouma’s aid – when Kaito placed hishand on Saihara’s shoulder to try to relax him, he send theAstronaut flying to the other side of the room with just one glance. The darkstone in the center of the ring glistened as he did this.
Kaede seemed to take note of the ring’s glowing aura but kept her distance from her friend, fearing that the same thing might happen to her.
Meanwhile, Himiko does her own research on the ring itself. She could recognize the stone from one of her spell-books and spent hours pouring over its pages until she found it. The short redhead was alarmed by what she uncovered and immediately called Kaede to her home.
Apparently, the ring is a dark artifact that takes control of whoever wears it. Eventually, it drains its wearer’s energy until they crumble into dust and burst into flames…
The two girls looked at each other with fearful eyes, terrified of what may happen to their friend.
They spent the next few days gathering their classmates together to discuss what they found. Of course, there were skeptics like Miu, Rantaro, and Kiibo who didn’t believe a word they said. To their surprise, Ouma actually did believe them; typically, he would poke fun at them for something like this.
“It’s just that… his eyes looked different, it’s like I can still feel his hand wrapped around my throat. I thought he was going to crush my windpipe or something!” He exclaims as he rubs his neck with one hand, and for once, he seemed dead serious.
Himiko did her best to find a way to stop the ring from completely corrupting its owner. Everything seemed to have a catch, though. In the meantime, Saihara’s powers only grew more intense.
He became much stronger, faster, more flexible. He also gained some supernatural abilities, like how he threw Kaito into a wall without touching him. Saihara is also able to spark flames from his fingertips, but knows to be careful so he doesn’t end up like the last victim.
He could already sense that the others were trying to take his power away from him, but he fell in love with this sense of control. His peers quaked at his presence and took him seriously for once! Why would he give away that source of dominance?
How could he ever go back to normal after this?
A week has passed since he obtained the ring’s powers and Kaede asked him to meet her after school. Saihara hesitantly complied since he’s always had a soft spot for the blonde pianist. She didn’t tell him that Kaito was tagging along, mainly because he showed up last minute.
Himiko lingered just out of sight so she could overhear their conversation and cast a spell to reverse its powers when he wasn’t paying attention.
Saihara joined the pair with a welcoming smile. These two were the only people he was genuinely kind towards, since they had both been his best friends before he received this dark artifact. He also promptly apologized to Kaito for what he had done the week earlier.
He flinched at Kaede’s touch after she leaned forward and placed her hand on top of his gently. “Please, Shuichi, think about what you’re doing…” she says sweetly. He almost felt swayed by her words, but he didn’t want to, even if he could. All Saihara wanted was to be taken seriously.
“Come on, man,” Kaito continues, “we love you for you, and we’re scared of where this is going…” it was true, none of his classmates wanted him to become corrupted. But what did he care? Most of them never gave a shit about him, anyway!
His ears perk up when he sensed Himiko’s presence and then turned towards the wall she was cowering behind, lifting his hand and projecting flames in its direction. She screams and just barely misses his attack, although a flame lights the wall on fire. The short girl trembled as she fell to the floor and started to back away from the Detective.
“Do you think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” Saihara sneers angrily, “if you try to stop me, you’ll all regret it.” He hisses at them before exiting, not bothering to put out the fire while he’s at it.
The three students look at one another, completely perplexed and unsure of what to do.
After this incident, the rest of their class finally start believing what they had to say. They tried setting up an intervention, which only ticked him off even further. With each day that went by, Saihara’s powers grew and became even more uncontrollable and pretty soon, no one wanted anything to do with him.
Kaede continued to treat him like she had previously, only because she still firmly believes that there was still the Shuichi she knows somewhere inside of there.
But the new, twisted version of himself gets fed up with their interventions, their pep-talks, their comforting words. He lets out a loud angry cry which immediately sets the classroom on fire. Thankfully, it was contained only within their class but caused the Ultimates to rush out of the building in a bewildered panic.
Kaede caught up to him as he sprinted away and clings onto his shoulder desperately. “Please, Shuichi! I know you’re still in there, please listen to me!”
He had just nearly killed his friends, including Kaede, and she was still being kind towards him? Saihara didn’t understand. He just wanted them to leave him be and let him enjoy this new source of power.
Saihara was growing stronger all the time and all it would take to kill them and put a stop to their madness for good would be one false move. Twisted laughter erupts from his throat as he feels his mind slipping out of his grasp.
He could feel himself slowly slipping into an unstable, corrupted mentality. But what did he care? The only people he had any compassion for were his two friends, and everyone else could go to Hell as far as he’s concerned.
The question lingered in his mind: should he listen to the others and try to contain, or even stop, his own power? Or should he bask in it while it lasts, even if it costs him his life?
Damn them for trying to take this opportunity away from him.
- Mod Rantaro
#danganronpa#danganronpa imagines#danganronpa v3#ndrv3#ndrv3 imagines#shuichi saihara#saihara shuichi#saihara shuuichi
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AU Thursday: Londerland Bloodlines -- With This Blood. . .
Happy Independence Day! Let's have a fic from the Londerland Bloodlines world about Alice giving Victor another drink from her veins and thus binding him to her all the more! XD More seriously, after last week's chat with Mercurio -- well, Alice still doesn't particularly like the blood bond, but she likes the idea of losing Victor, even to old age, a lot less. (Plus, Mercurio brought up a good point that Victor is "hot property" among vampires as a ghoul -- I'd still like to fit in something earlier about both the Giovanni and LaCroix wanting him as a personal slave to add to their own power. And maybe the Anarchs wanting to beat the shit out of him because of who his father is.) So she heads home, ready to make a commitment -- though, of course, not without talking to Victor first. . .
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"Alice!" Victor grinned at her, trying and failing to conceal his puzzlement. "I didn't expect you back so soon. . .is everything all right?"
"Yes," Alice assured him, kissing his cheek. "Better than it has been for a while, in fact." She slipped past him to plop herself on the couch, patting the cushion beside her. "Do you have a moment to talk?"
"Er – of course," Victor said, sinking down beside her. "What about?"
"Us. And our relationship."
"Oh." Victor worried his lower lip. "Are – a-are you asking to be e-exclusive? Because I. . .w-we should probably wait for Victoria and Emily if that's the c-case–"
"Oh, no, no," Alice assured him, holding up a hand. "I am perfectly happy with the set-up we have right now. Victoria and Emily are wonderful women, and I am delighted to be able to share you with them."
Victor visibly brightened, sitting up a little straighter. "Oh, good. N-not that I don't love being with you, of course, I just – I love being with them too. With all of you together. You're all so amazing, and I'm–" He sighed, one of those sweet, dreamy smiles passing across his face. "I'm just so lucky."
"So am I." Alice twisted her fingers together in her lap. "Which is why. . .I want to keep you, Victor."
Victor's brow furrowed. "Keep me?"
"Yes. Keep you with me. Forever."
Victor's eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair – though, given how little forehead he had, that was a fairly easy feat. "What – you – w-wait, I don't understand. You – you d-don't even want to blood bond me. S-suddenly you want to Embrace me?" His face filled with suspicion. "Did one of those other vampires do something to your head?"
"No!" Alice cried, waving her hands. Oh damn it, she should have known this would happen, given what she'd been like their entire time together. "Victor, I swear, this is all me. And I'm not talking about the Embrace. I would never drag you into the eternal night. You deserve better than that."
Victor stared hard at her – then his face softened. "My friend's saying you're telling the truth," he said, tapping his temple. "And I've learned to trust him. . .but – the only other way of k-keeping me is the blood bond. And you said – why would you change your mind?"
"Because I went to Mercurio tonight," Alice explained, leaning forward to take his hands. "To ask him his opinion on being a long-time bonded ghoul. And he said that, after years of service, he would do anything to make LaCroix happy. But he also still considers him – in his own words – a 'prissy bitch.'"
Victor snorted. "Really? LaCroix's best ghoul said that?"
"Yup – which should tell you everything you need to know about LaCroix, frankly." Alice smirked briefly, then turned serious again. "But that was his point – even through a loyalty written into his very veins, he can hold an unflattering opinion of his master. Which means his mind, his soul, isn't completely gone. He was clear that he was still not truly his own man, but . . .he's not a toy either. Or, at least, he's less of one than I thought."
Victor nodded slowly, a terrible growing hope on his face. "So – what does that mean for – us?"
"It means – I might be willing. To make you mine." She took his chin, looking deep into those dark brown eyes. "But I won't let you walk into this blind, Victor. Everything I said before still applies. The blood bond is not true love – it's slavery. If you drink twice more – you are going to be devoted beyond mortal reasoning. You will do anything to please me, even things you would otherwise find distasteful. Even if things go wrong between us, you will still be magically bound to me. Still want my blood more than anything else in the world. There will be no way to break free except by mustering up the willpower to flee into the night and never see me again, or by my Final Death. I'm only willing to risk this because–" She swallowed on outdated instinct. "Because I love you. And I can't bear the thought of you dying, even of old age. Or being used up by some other vampire. And I believe you love me beyond that taste you got of my vitae. I believe we can somehow make this work, around that twisted horrible core. But – you have to know the risks. You have to be sure."
Victor was silent for a long moment. Then he reached out and cupped her cheek. "I'm sure," he whispered. "I – I know it's not – ideal, w-what we have to do to be together. But I don't want to leave you. I love you. I love when you come out of your bedroom in the evenings and give me that little smile, so – genuinely happy to see me. I love when we're sitting on the couch together during a quiet moment, your hand in mine, even if it's cold. I love going out to the movies with you and – well, I don't get to have all the popcorn to myself anymore, do I?" he corrected himself with a laugh. "But it's still so much fun, going out with you and Victoria and Emily and Lizzie and Sam and just – enjoying a night out. Like we're all normal." He took a deep breath. "And – and I don't want to belong to just any old vampire either. I've talked with Mercurio too – and Knox, and Romero. I know how most vampires treat their ghouls. You have been nothing but kind to me ever since we met, and – I want to be with you. As long as you'll have me. I trust you."
That was what did it, Alice decided later on. The fact that Victor knew what she did sometimes to survive as a Kindred, knew how dangerous it was to be a ghoul – and still trusted her. Still loved her, glowing so brightly with sanguine energy for a moment she was sure she'd accidentally popped on Auspex. Deep down, she knew the "right" thing was to push him away, let him go. . .but she also knew she simply couldn't force herself to do it. He was already hers, in a small but significant way – and judging by the way her withered guts cried out at the thought of him leaving? She was his. And if she couldn't save him from Kindred society altogether. . .she could at least save him from other Kindred. "All right."
The Vorpal Blade was in her hand in a moment, hissing with delight as she drew it from its sheath. One quick slash, and her wrist was laid open. Victor's eyes locked onto the blood, oozing from the wound. She offered it to him, and he grabbed it firmly in both hands, licking his lips in anticipation –
Then, an inch from drinking, he paused. His eyes flicked back up to her face. "You're – y-you're really sure?" he asked, voice aching with longing – but also worry.
"He'll refuse if you refuse," Cheshire informed her, smile hanging by her side. "Rescind your permission and he'll pull himself away. Addiction is a strong vice, but his desire not to harm your feelings is stronger still. He'd give up eternity if he thought you would drown in the guilt."
I probably will, Alice thought back. But I'd drown too if I refused and tomorrow night LaCroix dragged him to his tower, or some gang-banger shot him down. At least this way he can throw me a life preserver. She nodded, with a bittersweet turn of her lips. "Go ahead."
Victor needed no further coaxing – he pressed his lips to the cut, sucking down the vitae with the same desperate eagerness she'd seen in the clinic. Alice allowed him a couple minutes to get his fill, then gave her arm a gentle tug. "That said, I can't really let you drink me dry. . ."
Victor lifted his head, breathing hard. His face was utterly transported, almost like he'd just finished making love to her instead of feeding on her vital fluids. He licked the red stain from his mouth with his eyes closed, shuddering. "Sorry," he breathed, not sounding it at all. "Just – oh, Alice. Drinking from you. . .it's like. . .like a big, warm hug." He wrapped his arms around himself, rocking gently back and forth. "Your love for me is right in my veins, and it's wonderful."
"That, I think, is the blood bond talking," Alice commented, pressing on her wrist. The cut sealed over, flesh carefully knitting itself back together. "Or possibly a dose of Malkavian madness. I've heard we can be flowery."
"Maybe a little," Victor allowed, blushing as he opened his eyes. "But – it truly is amazing, Alice. You're amazing." He leaned in and kissed her, mouth delightfully warm against hers. "Thank you."
Alice wrapped him in a tight embrace, returning the kiss with eager passion. "You're welcome."
They stayed like that for a moment, floating in a happy tide of gushy feelings. Then Victor pulled away, his ardor cooling into concern. "Alice? What – what about Victoria?"
Ah yes – this awkward moment. There wasn't just one mortal in this relationship, after all. Alice ran her thumb over her recently-abused wrist. "I want to have a talk with her first," she said. "Explain in exacting detail what this all means. But – I'm going to make her the offer. Same as you."
Victor's face lit up. "Really? You are?"
"Well, yes, of course! Do you think I want to watch her grow old and die while the rest of us continue on eternally?" Alice shook her head. "I love her as much as you do!"
. . .oh. Oh crap. She'd said that out loud. Victor's eyes widened – then crinkled up with sudden mirth. "Do you now?"
Ugh, why did being a vampire mean that she could still blush?! Granted, it took a little more effort, but her body seemed annoyingly willing to make it. "I – I think that's a conversation that should wait until she and Emily come back," she said, refusing to look at him.
"Of course," Victor agreed, and she could tell just from his tone that he was grinning like Christmas had come early. "Should I text them?"
". . .if you would."
#londerland bloodlines#fanfic#tw: blood#tw: self-harm#(as you know that's the only way she can give him her blood)#I think I've mentioned before that this was supposed to wait until after they'd fled LA#but poking at the timeline I think she'd have to agree to it before that#admittedly Victor should probably not be hearing a mildly-prophetic voice in his head on one drink of her blood#but a) Alice DOES have pretty potent vitae being the overpowered PC of Bloodlines#b) she has given him vampire blood she picked up at Grout's to help him take the edge off and stay a ghoul without blood-bonding#which is probably Malkavian too and thus not helping his brain#I'm probably being too easy on him with the downsides of ghoulhood#but darn it this is my OTP and I want them to be HAPPY#especially since it's about to become my OT4#(also I have a mind control kink and this sort of scratches that itch)#(along with subby!Victor)#(look I'm weird and you all know it)#queued
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pairing: Steddie
word count: 3k
summary: Eddie wants to have his first kiss. Stan unexpectedly volunteers.
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(a short n sweet little steddie drabble bc I love them and I couldn’t stop thinking about this prompt for weeks! I hope you guys like it! enjoy! xx)
Being in the Kaspbrak household always keeps Stan on edge – mainly because of the woman downstairs he and their group of friends all call ‘The Terminator’. Not in front of Eddie though, of course. Stan knows that even with how crazy she is, Eddie would still take offence to it, his small stature figuratively growing in what Stan believes is just Eddie defending himself instead, not her.
It’s only himself here at the moment, perched precariously on Eddie’s desk chair as said owner of the chair sits comfortably on his bedsheets, legs crossed as he nibbles absentmindedly at the end of his pencil. Stan wants so badly to rip it out of there, watching as the thin layer of mental bends with each bite of Eddie’s teeth.
Eddie had asked him earlier that morning at school if Stan could come over and help him with an assignment. He’d agreed, knowing Eddie must really be struggling if he was asking just Stan.
They’d ditched the other Losers and watched as they made their way over to the Aladdin as he and Eddie turned the other way. These days Mrs. K only ever let Eddie have friends over if it was for study purposes, and they’d both shown their math textbooks as proof when they’d walked through the front door not an hour ago.
“How are you going with question five?” he asks after a few minutes of silence have passed. Stan himself finished up 10 minutes ago, but Eddie hasn’t written anything down in that time, which Stan guesses means he’s struggling again.
“Fine,” Eddie lies.
Eddie knows how Stan feels about lying, so he must really be determined to work this out by himself. But it would only defeat the purpose of inviting Stan over to help him in the first place, so slowly Stan gets up to walk over to the bed and sit down on the edge.
“Really?”
Eddie huffs quickly before shifting his book up further to his face. Stan sighs gently and reaches out to lower it.
“Where are you stuck?” he asks.
Eddie’s mouth twists, and that’s one thing about Eddie that is like Mrs. K: they’re both stubborn in nature.
“Here, let me show you…” Stan says tentatively, trying not to sound pitying, knowing Eddie hates it whenever anyone treats him incapable of doing things.
He begins going over the numbers, being cautious not to talk too fast. The Losers were all in junior year at the moment, and both he and Eddie were taking advanced mathematics. Eddie because Mrs. K had it out for the other maths teacher at school and demanded he be transferred, and Stan because his parents discovered how well he could calculate when he was 10 and in his dad’s study counting up the bills.
When he’s done, Eddie mumbles out a small ‘thank you’ before he tries his hand at it. Stan watches on, shifting sideways on the bed so his back isn’t twisting uncomfortably anymore. Eddie’s nose scrunches up as he works, the end of his tongue peeking out occasionally as he writes down each equation. It’s endearing enough that Stan becomes distracted and misses the moment Eddie finishes writing the answer and he’s looking at Stan with a proud smile, eyes deep and wide.
Stan clears his throat before reading over Eddie’s reasoning, finding that it all checks out.
“Nice job,” Stan smiles back. “Pretty soon you’ll be making linear inequalities your bitch.”
Eddie fake gasps. “He swore.”
“Don’t tell anyone I’m funny either, or else I’ll have to kill you,” Stan whispers dangerously, and it only puts Eddie in a state of giggles. Stan finds he enjoys it very much.
They work on finishing up the next 4 questions together, each one longer than the last, their shoulders touching as they lean up against the wall. Eddie thinks if he can get them done quickly they can still meet up with the other Losers and maybe head down to the quarry and soak up the remaining hours of daylight. In a perfect world it might be possible, but Stan isn’t sure about Mrs. K letting their little club interrupt her son’s precious dinnertime.
By question 8 Stan gets up to use the toilet, going through the process of washing his hands three times before closing the door behind him. As he’s walking back, Eddie appears stuck again, looking anywhere but his textbook as he chews on his bottom lip.
“Everything okay?”
Eddie’s eyes snap up to meet his, and he looks away just as quickly. Stan frowns, wondering what could have happened in the time he was in the bathroom.
“Nothing, ‘s fine,” Eddie mutters.
“Clearly,” Stan challenges.
Neither say anything else for a beat, until Eddie’s shoulders unclench and he releases a deep sigh. He looks slightly uncomfortable and Stan can’t help but be a little on edge about it.
Finally, Eddie says, “Have you had your first kiss yet?”
Stan blinks, not expecting that to be the cause of Eddie’s stress. “What?”
“I feel like I’m the last one in the group to have a first kiss,” Eddie continues as if Stan hadn’t said anything. He’s twisting his pencil around, obviously nervous. “We know Bev, Bill and Richie have all kissed someone, right?”
Stan sighs softly. He sits down again where he’d been before, thinking over his next words carefully. “Well, I can’t say for sure about everyone. But…” he stops to swallow. “No, I haven’t had my first kiss yet.”
Eddie doesn’t react with surprise like Stan had thought he might. He’s still biting his lip as he looks at something across the room, as if deep in thought. Stan is about ready to move on with this conversation and return Eddie’s focus to his homework, but Eddie isn’t finished with it yet, apparently.
“Stan, I…” he starts, gaze darting every which way before he shakes his head. “Um, never mind.”
There’s a feeling deep in Stan’s gut, an inkling to what might have been on the tip of Eddie’s tongue. It sends a shiver up his spine; unexpected, but not unwelcome. Mind working a mile a minute, he goes through all the ways in which this could be damaging territory; instincts yelling at him to let it go. But there is a small part of him, hidden deeper; a part he isn’t sure he was even aware of until right now, as if Eddie had unlocked it with his perfectly innocent question.
Breathing through his nose, Stan exhales with a tremble before uttering, “We can try it.”
Stan’s suspicions are confirmed when Eddie’s expression morphs into surprise.
“We can kiss.” Stan isn’t sure why he repeats his statement. To assure Eddie or himself, he doesn’t know. “That’s… would you like to?”
Almost in slow motion, Eddie nods in answer. His eyes are still blown wide, like he’s waiting for Stan to yell ‘Ha! As if I’d kiss you, weirdo!’ To show he’s serious, Stan removes the textbooks in Eddie’s lap and places them carefully off to the side out of harm’s way. Eddie is still frozen, and Stan stops to ask, “Eddie?”
Instantly he’s snapping out of it, but still looking unsure. “Right. Yep. Okay.”
“We don’t have to,” Stan offers gently.
Eddie is shaking his head again before Stan even finished. “No, I want to.” And he sounds genuine this time, eyes set as he glances down to Stan’s lips occasionally. “I trust you.”
Stan feels another thrill, trying to keep it under wraps because it seems like he’ll be taking the reins on this one, despite the both of them being unfamiliar in this area. The most Stan has ever seen of kissing is from his parents and the various movies they all watch together. Eddie on the other hand, Stan thinks, is less aware, only having Richie’s less than tact descriptions about him and some girl going at it behind the school’s sports shed.
“Okay, well…” Stan stops to think again. “Let’s get comfortable first, right?”
“R-right,” Eddie answers, but when he makes no move Stan takes initiative and scoots back to the edge of the bed, feet planted on the ground. Eddie follows, his hand brushing against Stan’s as he goes. “Now what?”
“I guess we just… kiss?” At Eddie’s small noise that directly translates to ‘And?’, Stan clears his throat. “Alright. Well, when kissing, you close your eyes just before your lips touch.”
“Right,” Eddie nods, licking his lips almost subconsciously.
“And it’s best of your lips aren’t too wet, either,” Stan adds, hating when his aunts greet him at family gatherings with a spit-slick kiss on his cheek. Immediately Eddie is wiping at his lips with the back of his hand and Stan inwardly smiles. “Okay, we’ll start with a small kiss first; closed mouth.”
Eddie releases a slow breath, hands fisted into the sheets by his sides. Stan keeps one hand in his lap and the other on the bed next to Eddie to maintain some balance. Tentatively, he leans in, eyelids dropping halfway as he watches Eddie copy his movements. There’s no denying how badly Stan’s body is shaking right now, not wanting to screw this up as he puts on a front of faux confidence.
When their noses brush his skin tingles, and this close up, Stan can see Eddie’s freckles ever clearer than usual. Before he can chicken out, Stan closes the remaining gap and blindly finds Eddie’s lips in a soft kiss.
It lasts maybe 3 seconds, but for Stan, at least, it felt like a lifetime. A good one at that.
Simple, quick, foolproof.
They both draw back, and Eddie still has his eyes closed when Stan opens his.
“Was that okay?”
Eddie’s eventually flutter open, and Stan notices his cheeks are slightly flushed, eyes practically sparkling. “Yes.”
That one simple word is enough to have Stan boasting on the inside, completely chuffed he was able to give Eddie a nice first kiss after all. Feeling accomplished, he pulls back further to give Eddie his space, only Eddie doesn’t look relieved that it’s over, more like he’s shocked that Stan is moving away at all.
“Wait,” he says, his hand landing on Stan’s forearm quickly.
Stan gives him a curious look, trying not to linger on the heat emitting from Eddie’s skin. “What is it?” Perhaps he read the signs wrong and Eddie actually isn’t satisfied with that being his first kiss experience.
“Do you think…” Eddie’s hand grips tighter, almost fidgeting. “Can we… do it again?”
“You… want to do it again?” Stan repeats, more so making sure for his own sake.
“I mean, we don’t have to—” Eddie murmurs, withdrawing.
“No!” Stan interjects, lowering his voice when Eddie jumps slightly. “I mean – yes, I – I would like to.”
Eddie almost appears to sag in relief, energy giddy if Stan had to describe it somehow. They resume their previous positions, this time slightly closer than before.
“I know people begin to move their lips when they get more confident, right?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah,” Stan says. Despite having just kissed each other, the thought of kissing Eddie again suddenly has Stan even more nervous than before. “Keep it slow and steady. Remember to breathe through your nose while you do it.”
“Okay.”
Stan’s pulse quickens when Eddie grabs onto his arm again, shifting in as close as they can possibly be while sitting side by side. They begin to lean in, eyes slipping shut when their lips are close enough, and it’s just as electric as before when they press together.
Stan tilts his head marginally, his free hand twitching with a need to grasp something. And then Eddie opens his mouth slightly and Stan follows suit, lips parting as his bottom lip slips in between Eddie’s own naturally. He can feel Eddie’s breath hitch, obviously forgetting to breath with his nose, but Stan can’t bring it in himself to stop and remind him, so incredibly overcome with glee as he slowly becomes lightheaded from the feeling of… everything.
He can hear the small wet sound when their lips separate, slow and intimate, and without realising what he’s doing, Stan reaches up to cup Eddie’s cheek to angle Eddie to his other side. Stan reconnects their mouths again, working in tandem as he guides Eddie through the motions of it. Stan can’t believe they’ve managed to get this far, and from the sounds of it, Eddie is pleased with the results.
Eddie makes another small noise, a happy one, Stan’s sure, and Eddie’s other hand moves up so he’s gripping both of Stan’s arms tightly, like he’s scared he might fall.
Only when an unexpected touch appears in the form of the tip of Eddie’s tongue does Stan draw back, slightly startled as he looks at Eddie questioningly. Eddie seems embarrassed until he starts to panic at Stan’s expression.
“Sorry, I’m—” he says through short puffs. “I didn’t know if – I – I thought that was the next step. At least, that’s what Bill and Richie say—”
At the mention of their friends names, Stan can’t help but fixate on it. The entire Losers club, sans Bill, are all aware of Eddie’s childhood crush on their unofficial group leader. Stan’s never stopped to ask Eddie if he still likes Bill, and now he’s wondering why that’s even something to worry about at all. But the thought of Eddie kissing someone else after this, of maybe just using Stan as a means to show Bill that he’s more mature and grown up now doesn’t sit right with Stan.
Mind clouded with Eddie and Eddie only, Stan shocks himself and reacts purely on impulse as he dives back in to claim Eddie’s lips. He ends up hitting the corner of Eddie’s mouth, and there’s a small struggle as they rearrange for a better fit, lips moving more urgently than they need to be as a wave of need and want washes over Stan unexpectantly.
Eddie releases his grips on Stan’s arms to grab the collar of his shirt instead, pulling him in impossibly closer as Stan cups both sides of Eddie’s face.
Lips detach and reattach, sharing breaths and teeth accidently bumping together. Feeling bold, Stan tries what Eddie had done and pokes his tongue out, slowly grazing over what he thinks is Eddie’s top lip. Eddie produces a noise that makes Stan’s blood pulse, buzzing all around him. Finally their tongues both touch, not delving deep but sliding together occasionally as Eddie’s hands roam up closer to Stan’s hair.
Stan doesn’t know how it got to this point and isn’t sure he cares. “Eddie,” he manages to whisper between their mouths, and Eddie takes this as a sign to draw his feet off the floor and twist, desperate to keep their lips connected as he moves.
Stan isn’t sure where he’s going until Eddie is trying to get one leg over Stan’s to land in the middle. Instinctively Stan allows it, nerves overwhelmed as Eddie towers over him and sucks all of the air out of his lungs, fingers pin-points of warmth along his skin.
It’s nothing like Stan thought it would be and everything he’s glad it is.
Just when Stan’s sure his heart is about to jackhammer right out of his chest, a shrill cry booms from downstairs.
“Eddie! Dinner!”
They practically jump apart as if they’ve been burned, Eddie stumbling back on the carpet as Stan stays locked on the bed. They’re both panting hard, faces flushed and lips shiny with spit. When Eddie makes no effort to answer his mother, she predictably calls up again.
“Eddie-bear!”
Eddie visibly swallows. Stan is thankful Mrs. K never wants to trek the short walk up the stairs, otherwise she might have caught them in the act, and there is no way that could ever end well.
“Coming, ma!” Eddie manages to get out.
As if his ass is suddenly on fire, Stan shoots up from the bed and begins to pack up his things at the same time he tries to calm his body down.
“I’ll, um…” he begins, zipping his bag all the way over and hiking it over his shoulders. “I should go.”
“Right,” Eddie says, voice small.
Neither make a move for a few seconds, just staring at each other like their brains were just now finally catching up on everything that just transpired. It honestly felt like a fever dream, like stepping out of the twilight zone and back into reality after years without it. Stan can’t believe his first ever kiss was with Eddie of all people, and even more surprising he can’t think of one single fault in that knowledge now. It just feels right.
Clutching his backpack straps, Stan nods and begins the walk downstairs with Eddie in tow. Mrs. K is in the lounge room, dinner set up on the small table next to her, and she looks over at the two boys when they pass.
“Did you get your homework done, Eddie?” she asks.
“Yes, mommy,” Eddie mumbles.
“Good boy.”
There’s a lot Stan wishes he could say but knows he can’t. Instead, he says his goodbyes to Eddie before reaching for the doorknob, heart still beating fast even when he steps outside into the fresh air. He takes a moment to compose himself, straightening out his collar and hair as he sucks in several deep breaths.
As he starts to walk away, the shocking revelation in the pit of his stomach only seems to grow, desperate to find out exactly what was going to happen now that he and Eddie shared a moment together that Stan would argue was anything but a friendly lesson of kiss-and-tell. And before he can fester anymore on it, he hears the familiar creek of the front door opening and small, fast steps running after him.
“Stan!”
Stan turns around, about to ask Eddie what could be wrong, but his words are silenced when Eddie leans up to kiss him swiftly.
“Oh,” Stan says when it’s over, unable to think of anything else.
Eddie is already stepping away, expression shocked like he’s surprised by his actions, and he leaves Stan with these parting words: “See you tomorrow in class?”
Stan simply nods, watching as Eddie disappears back up into his house.
Maybe it’s not the exact answer his fast-working mind wants right now, but in his heart, he knows it’s the best one he could have gotten.
Stan smiles all the way home.
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