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[keryahoraculi]

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okay, so i have a rarepair for you to take into consideration— alfor/zarkon. Hear me out before you scroll in disgust, I’m talking pre-quintessence Zarkon and a “Alfor turns Zarkon to the right path” approach! He was already warning Zarkon and they used to trust each other very much, proven by the hundreds of battles they had both with and without voltron. Plus, if you think about it, Alfor is like,,, kinda similar to Haggar? They’re both altean alchemists, both love to learn, and Zarkon trusts (trusted) both of them. The thing is that Haggar was manipulative and toxic, but before her Zarkon was kind of like Keith; a loner but on his way to redemption and feeling more. I feel like Zarkon deserved better than Haggar and that Alfor could help him with that, whether if it’s platonic or romantic (but we’ve already seen Alfor and Zarkon’s platonic relationship and what came of it). It would be hard on both of them, but I would love to see more of this pair in both the romantic and bromantic way! So if a talented writer looking for Voltron fic ideas just happens to come across this post I certainly wouldn’t mind... ((; =ﾟ３ﾟ=))～♪

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Demonic Life

Chapter 1 - Before Life Had Begun...

This is the story of me, a demon known as Nikolas Vashendal.

***

My parents had a weird backstory to when it came to them meeting and having me as their child.  Them meeting each other is a unique story in itself.  My mother was human, and my father a demon.  My father, now, wasn’t exactly a “nice” demon.  Most demons aren’t nice.  Some are, but most of ‘em will kill you.

***

My father had just finished a mass killing.  He got pissed off or something... I don’t know.  He was still upset afterwards so he had to do something that would cool him off.  He decided kidnapping and raping a woman would suffice.  Hey, listen: I told you he was a messed up guy.

He went around town in disguise.  He went into a pub at his local market.  He locked his eyes onto my mother, but my mother didn’t realize what he really was.  His disguise made him look like a normal human being.  My mom fell in love with his beautiful face.  They got drunk and eventually my mother asked her future spouse to take her home.  She didn’t feel exactly safe walking home alone.  My dad went with her back to her apartment.

They arrived at her doorstep and my mom drunkenly thanked my dad for walking her home.  He accepted the thank you, but didn’t leave as my mom had expected.  She went inside, looked out peephole in her door, but to her surprise, she saw nothing.

“Hmmm.  He must’ve left,” she thought to herself.  In reality, my father had cloaked himself and sneaked inside.  He waited until she was going to sleep to reveal himself.  She stripped down to her bare panties and bra and got into her queen-sized bed.  My father was more than pleased.  He chose the right woman to take.

He stood on the other side of her bed until she fell asleep.  He admired that she was still the prettiest girl while she was asleep.  But if he didn’t kidnap her now, she might awake and call the police.  He put his hand over her mouth to suffocate her.  My mother awoke, only to go back to sleep by the suffocation.

***

When she finally awoke, she wasn’t in her house. But, instead, she was in a dark room, all by herself.  It seemed to be an abandoned warehouse.

“H-h-hello?  Is anybody there?” she asked.  Instead of a response, she heard footsteps.  My father approached her slowly.  He had taken off his disguise so she would be able to see his hideous pitch-black face with scars all over it.

“Ah!  Just when I thought you would never wake up!” he finally replied.

“Where am I?  Who are you?  What do you want from me?!” she screamed.

“Shhh, relax!  I only want to hurt you...”

“What?  What are you talking abo-”

He started stripping.  Once he was done, forcefully he took her clothes off.

***

“No!  Please!  Stop it!  ARGH!”  She was desperate.  Wanting him to stop, she pushed him off her body onto the cold, concrete floor.  He laughed.

“You’re naughty.  I like that.  I’m gonna have fun with you.”  He smirked, and got right back onto her.  She screamed as loud as she could.

Not knowing what to do, he put his hand over her mouth.  Yet this time, he wasn’t trying to suffocate her, just attempting to get her to stop her screaming.  To his intentions, it worked, but mostly because she thought he was trying to suffocate her.

“Okay... we’re done for today.  Your food will be here in an hour,” he said.  Meanwhile he was putting his clothes back on himself.  However, for my mother, she remained nude.  Though she could care less.  She was happy it was over, at least for now.

***

Her food arrived and he unlocked the cuffs holding her hands to a pole.  She stuffed the food into her mouth like she hadn’t eaten before.  My father was shocked at how fast the food had disappeared.  He started to like her for what she really was, even though he never saw the real her since she was always scared.

After a couple days, they started to talk to each other like normal people.  Getting to know each other and warming up to each other as well.

She asked one day, “You know, Daniel, I don’t have any kids.  I’ve always wanted one.”

“Just one?  Hah hah!  As do I, Abbagail!” he replied.

They decided to have one.  In doing so, they wanted to marry each other since it had been a mere year to two.  They knew each other well enough to do so.  Or so they thought.  They were both too young to know what real love was.  Abbagail was near 22, and Daniel - at least in human years - was 23.

She felt sick.  My mother took the test.  It was positive.  She ran over to her newly wed husband to show him.  They hugged each other in joy.  However, Daniel had some bad news to share.

“Since I am a demon, the baby will eventually become a demon.  Also... it’ll be about a month until it’s ready to come,” he said.

“WHAT!?” she said in shock.  Fortunately, he was expecting that reaction.

“Abby, it’s fine.  The baby will grow normally.  Just mid-way through its life will it become fully demonic like me.”

She sighed.  She had a feeling something like this would happen.  “Oh... okay...”

***

The day came for me to arrive.

Once I was cleaned up, my father brought me over to my mother.  They had spent no time trying to decide a name as they were too busy preparing for me.

“Nikolas...” Abbagail said.

***

So it was that.  I was to be Nikolas Vashendal.

But once I had gotten older... everything changed.

And I mean literally everything.

Chapter 2 - Life is Strange

I was a good lad when I was young overall in life.  But once I turned 13, everything became unusually strange.

***

My parents started fighting about a week after my birthday.  I wondered if it was because of me that they were fighting, so I asked.  Both said no.

A couple of months later, they called me into the main room of the house.  It looked serious.  The reason?

They were getting a divorce.

I stormed out and went into my bedroom.  I was enraged.  One of them were to take me and I couldn’t decide who because I wouldn’t be able to see the other one because it was “for my own good.”

My mother said she would keep me, but my father said he would.  Once I finally came out of me room, he said to go right back in and stay there until told to come out.  I had no choice but to obey.

I heard nothing but screaming.

Finally, I was told to come out by my father, but my mother?  No where to be found, but I heard crying coming from somewhere inside our home.  My father said to come with him and that my mother agreed that he would take me.  As we were walking out the front door to leave,  I turned around, only to find my mother with a baseball bat in her hands coming for my father.  I let go of his hand and bolted out the front door.

I heard very faintly, “Nikolas!  Run!  Get out of here now!  Leave this place for your own good!  Don’t worry about us!”

I had no clue what to do.  My mother told me to run while my father was taking me God knows where. I trusted only one person.

Myself.

And so I ran.  I ran as far as I could.  I got on a bus to leave that town.  I needed a plan.  Some type of plan that would get me somewhere in this world.

The army!  That’s it!  I’d become an army man... or at least, that’s what I thought.

Chapter 3 - Issues Will Happen

So I went to a nice city, although I can’t remember the name of it for the life of me.  I applied to the army and very quickly I was accepted.  They put me through nine months of training.  I was a fast learner.

They put me through many battles.  Battles that I lost comrades in.

So, yes, of course, that made me angry.  Everyone, even my commander, checked up on me.  I’d have moments the way my father did before he met my mother.  At one time, I had even made a hole in the wall in my barracks.  Eventually, I was decommissioned because of the many things that I had done.  I sort of saw it coming if I’m being honest.  So I set out to find a place to settle down for good.

***

I roamed for a good year or two.  Eventually, I found the city of Amber.  Apparently it was directly after a dragon had been slayed.  Once I heard that news, I was sold.

Every time someone pissed me off, my anger grew and grew.

One day, I came upon and man that looked close to my age.  He was talking to a group of people and I couldn’t help to overhear that he mentioned that he had an assassin group.  I figured to give it shot and join.  Eventually, the group moved to a borough that it had taken over before I arrived in Amber.

I woke up one day in the citadel.  Everyone happened to be there, and they all surrounded me in a circle once I had emerged from my room.  Their faces had concerned written all over them.

I questioned their faces, and pointed to the leader since his face was in complete awe.  But then I noticed it.  My hand was complete black.  I ran to the mirror in my room, only to realize that it wasn’t just my hand that was black.  It was my whole body.

I ran to my leader, Vocken, since he was full of knowledge.  He said, “The only way a man ever turns the shade of black you are, Nik, is if he turned into a demon.”

I had become demonic... completely... but how?  I would have to return home.

Go home and find out what happened... why my mother attacked my father.

Why...

Why I have turned demonic...

I had to leave immediately.

Chapter 4 - The Past is Even More Strange

I made it back home.

I reached my hand underneath the ‘welcome mat’ because that’s where the spare key was if anyone ever forgot their personal key.  

Just go inside, Nik.  And, hey!  If you get lucky, everything will be the same!

Boy, were my thoughts wrong.

***

I went inside to find my father just sitting on the edge of his seat.  I moved closer to him, only to realize he was crying because of the dead body that was directly under him.

I ran up to it.  I looked at the dead corpse.  I felt like I knew who it was.

“You’re mother... she never did anything wrong.  It was always me that started these big fights.  Look at where it had led to,” my father said, as he continued crying.

“What did you do to her!” I asked demanding an answer.

Instead of the short answer I was expecting, he told me the story I told you.  He told me how they met.  How I came to be.

Throughout my entire life, my father had never once told me that he was a demon.  He was wearing that fake disguise every moment of my lifetime.  And when he and my mother got divorced, he only wanted to take me in order to make my demonic side come out and create the most evil demon in the world.

I was pissed.

Chapter 5 - Sorry, Dad...

I got so angry that I might have punched my dad in the gut to prove to him that he should have told me everything when I was old enough to understand.  What he told me I could’ve understood at the age of 13... when everything happened.

I had to go back to Amber and make things right again.  But the anger sat inside of me, and didn’t let me leave my dad without punishment.

I pulled out my pocket-knife and slit my fathers’ throat.

“It’s what he deserved, Nik.  You did the right thing, even if you think it’s not.”

It was my mothers spirit.  It was her voice telling me that.  She was watching over me.  My father must’ve killed her when she attacked him all that time ago.  This was her plan.  Fortunately for her, I accepted it, just like any good assassin.

***

This time... this would be my last time in this house.  I looked at the old pictures of me and my mother.  Was this what she meant when she said it was for my own good?  Did she know of my fathers plans to use me?  I would never know, but I could only assume that my mother was my hero.

I was to return to Amber for good, now that there was no need to ever leave.

Chapter 6 - Back to Normal For Now

I arrived back at Amber and immediately called a group meeting in the citadel.  Because everyone was so concerned when no one had a clue about what had happened to be, I told them the story my father told me.  After that, I dismissed the meeting, but instead heading back to my room to rest, I ran over to Vocken.  I told him I never told anyone else.

I told him that I killed my father.

And as the wise-ass he always and forever will be, he responded by saying, “Did you get paid?  Assassins always get paid, Nik.”  As much as I love him, I really wish I could kill him.

***

Days went on, and I started to realize some of the elder members of the group turning me away for contracts.  I was forced to believe it was because of what I had become.  I turned to Vocken and asked, “V, what the hell is going on?  Why am I not getting any contracts?  Have I done something to upset the council?”

He said I didn’t do anything, but he did confirm my thoughts about it being because of my demonic state.  I questioned if it would be better if I left the group, and he replied, “I think it’s for your own good, Nik.”  It’s like my mother told Vocken to say that.  “I’m really sorry, you know if there was something I could do I would help you, but I don’t want to risk my hand at debating with the council on whether or not you should stay.  You were the closest person that I could call a brother.  You know that.”

“I know, V. I know.”

“Listen to me, Nik.  You can stay in Amber.  The council never hunts down the members that leave.  Plus, with the amount of work you’ve put into this group,  I might even hit you up if we have a big mission.  But for right now, go.  Go meet a girl, go have a kid or two, go make a family.  And Nik?”

“Yeah, V?”

“Do what no of us could.  Go live your life the way you want to.  Nik, you literally have the powers to change who you are.  Use them.  Please.  If you learned anything from me, learn that you can change your fate, but only if you choose to.”

And so I listened to him.  I changed my fate.  I met a woman, and I had two kids.  And luckily for my children, the odds of not becoming demonic - which are very slim - were in their favor.  They’re completely human, which makes it easier for me not having to tell them that they’ll grow up and have evil powers.  And Vocken did relay messages to me saying he needed help on certain missions.  I gained a lot of cash through these side jobs and it helped my family out financially.  Vocken even came to visit when my oldest turned 10 and my youngest was going on 7.  I introduced him as my brother, their uncle.  I had a family.  I had a life.  I had my mother always looking down on me, making sure no harm would come to my family and I.  And every night before I fell asleep, I heard a voice.  It said the same thing over and over again every night:

“What did I tell you, Nik? It was for your own good.”

R.I.P  ABBAGAIL EVANS VASHENDAL

R.I.P DANIEL VASHENDAL

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The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 39

Chapter Selection 

I walked my way in Aarons office, he sat silently at his desk with papers that stacked his desk. He noticed and watched as I took a seat on his couch. 

I laid down and covered my eyes, "Are you okay?" I groaned in response and turned on my side. 

"Mentally... I'm fine. Now physically my head is fucking killing me." 

"Light sensitive?", I nodded my head and Aaron stood up to close the blinds that faced the outside. It got dark instantly and a wave of relief coated me. 

I uncovered my face and saw Hotch standing over me. He put a hand on my forehead, "You're not running a fever, is that all that hurts." 

I let out a weak chuckle at Hotch trying to take care of me, "Aaron you're not my mom." 

"I know that, I just want to make sure you're alright." He said softly. 

"Are you saying that as my boss?" Aaron pulled a chair from in front of his desk and took a seat over me. 

He laughed lightly, "Yes as your unit chief I want to make sure my agent is in a good condition to work in the field and office." 

He switched his tone to more caring and gentle. "As your boyfriend I want to take care of my girlfriend if she's not feeling well... wouldn't you say that's fair." 

I rolled over and pulled one of the leather cushions under my head. 

"I guess that's reasonable", we smirked and he brought the back of my hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of it. 

He always wanted to take care of me, I was the most important thing to him... other than Jack of course. He wanted to protect me and be certain that I was safe, in all circumstances. 

Aaron Hotchner was the man to put himself in the line of fire for someone he cared for, his protective nature just took over especially when he knows he could save someone. 

That instinct gets twenty times more powerful when it's someone he loves. That was the one of the many reasons I loved the man, his heart was so big. 

"Do you need ibuprofen?" 

"I took some ten minutes ago, didn't work that's why I'm here." He grinned and walked back to his desk. Sitting down he pulled a stack of files from the corner of his desk and pulled one out. 

"Do you ever actually work, there's so many papers." 

"Well what do you think I was doing before you came in here." He gazed at me. 

"Just watching my beautiful ass through your window but that's just a guess." A deep chuckle filled the room.

"Can I help?", I started getting up but his rumbling voice stopped me. 

"Not right now, just get some rest", settling back down I nestled into the leather. I could smell the lingering scent of Aarons cologne from when he would spend late nights at the office and forgot to head home. 

I started slipping in and out of sleep and going into a dream but the sound of the door opening tugged me out. 

Garcia poked her head into the room, "Sir, we have a case." The door was left open and I heard Hotch shuffle around before the door clicked shut. 

I opened my eyes and I was alone, he left me by myself so I could try and sleep but that wasn't going to happen. 

I rolled off the couch, swinging his office door open and squinted my way over to the round table room. 

I took the seat next to Hotch and put my head in my hands, massaging my temples.

"Okay now I know it's early but you know how these things go.... this case is local. There are currently seven victims of a serial arsonist. Sarah Lauren,  Jacob Parker, Darren Bryant, Joel Hogan, Florence Reynolds, and the two most recent identified Johns Doe's are Andrew Simmons and Anthony Dickinson--"

The rest of what Garcia said faded out as she showed the victims on the screen. 

I picked my head up and my hand traveled under the table, instinctively finding Aarons hand. He glanced over at me then back at the screen and he realized. 

His hand squeezed mine and I tried holding on... I did. Both of them fucking burned.... gone. 

While Rossi was speaking I stood up and left, darting to the bathroom and hovered over the toilet just waiting. 

I started throwing up and I couldn't stop, I heard the door open, someone pulled back my hair. 

"Y/n are you okay?", Emily was by my side holding my hair in her fist while I was busy getting rid of my breakfast. 

She reached over and got me some paper towels when I leaned against the wall. 

"What happened? You've never reacted like that before." 

"Probably just some food poisoning." Totally wasn't because all of my friends are dead. "Is the briefing over?"

"Yeah Hotch wanted me to check on you while he finished things up... we leave in an hour." I nodded and tried to catch my breath after not being able to breath. 

"Can you get me some water?" She said of course and left. 

When she walked out I gathered some strength to stand up. I leaned against the sink and hit the wall before breaking down in tears. 

The door opened, "Thank yo— oh." 

Aaron stepped over and wiped the streams off my face, "Aar." I fell into his arms. He was quick to comfort me, his arm went around my waist holding me close to him. 

Emily ended up leaving the water on my desk, when she had opened the bathroom door all she saw was Aaron holding me and she walked out. 

After ten minutes of trying to calm myself down I finally did. Pulling away from Aaron he looked down at me and kissed my temple, "Come on baby." 

I followed him out of the bathroom when my face was clear of any sign of the sadness that overwhelmed me. 

Going into the bullpen I ignored the stares after Hotch gave them a look silently saying 'don't ask.' 

Keeping with that they never said a word. Letting me be and settle with the fact that the friends I had were now all six feet under. 

______

On the jet Hotch sat next to me for the emotional support I desperately needed. The whole flight my hand never left his as it rested under the table in my lap. 

While the whole team was debriefing and trying to organize everything they definitely noticed my silence, I spoke as little as possible. 

If I broke my friends down to victimology I was going to break, the team didn't need to see that. 

The people I knew for years were going to be reduced to words on a page. 

When we landed he never left my side, I'd see the team whispering to each other while he walked. 

Going into the police station we walked in and I automatically went to the conference room, "I'm gonna go sit for a while okay." 

"Tell me if you need anything." Rossi and Reid went to the Morgue to look over the victims 

The photos stared back at me and it brought a bad taste to my mouth. Blaming myself for the position that they were in, if I'd stayed in contact then maybe they wouldn't be the victims of a crime.

______

The next two days were spent looking at the limited crime scenes that were available to us. The rooms where Anthony and Andrew died were the most charred. 

They were the obvious victims in the crime, the other deaths were accidental. 

Whoever the killer was it was going after the people I knew, Hotch knew that but it was a silent rule that I set for us to not speak of it. 

Despite the rule, it was going to happen, Garcia would do a background check on the boys and she'd find out I also knew them. 

Because of the time between the kills Hotch kept the possibility that this was related to Chloe's death, the connection being me and the COD. 

I knew it was but again, the unspoken rule came into play in those moments that he wanted to ask. 

"What did you find Garcia?", what I predicted was happening. 

It was routine to find out what the victim's past was, in this case it was personal and not the work of a serial killer. At least one had a specific type.

"The tenants in the apartment buildings all started living there at different times, they didn't know each other from what I see. The only connection I actually found was from the previous John Doe's; they went to college together and graduated together in twenty eleven." Garcia finished speaking. 

I sat down on the opposite end of the table avoiding Reids gaze towards me, "Y/n didn't you graduate in twenty eleven?"

I let out a small sigh and looked down, "Is that relevant?" Reid leaned forwards and spoke into the microphone. "What are you getting at?" Aaron said before walking closer to me. 

Aaron and I both knew what was happening.

"Garcia can you find out for me please." I heard her fingers clicking over the keyboard. I could already see the nervousness on her face. 

She was just trying to help and even though she didn't want to break my trust and privacy, she understood there was a good reason for him asking. 

"She did graduate that year and... y/n also went to college with three of the victims." 

Morgan and Emily scrunched their eyebrows, "Baby girl I thought you said the other victims didn't know each other other than the Johns." 

"That's right but I just added a new one to the list, Chloe Prescott." I felt the tears coming on and I really didn't have time for this. I stood up and leaned into Aarons ear whispering. 

"You guys can ask me about it later, I can't right now." 

He agreed and told me to be safe, I walked away from him. I could feel the stares from the team burning the back of my neck when I left. 

Taking the SUV I drove away. When I walked into the hotel room I got a phone call, I held the phone to my ear. 

"Hello." I was too tired at care and after a moment of waiting for a response I hung up. 

Stripping my clothes I took a shower feeling the cold water on my skin is what I needed. It cleared out the headache that was like a gnat in my head. 

Walking out of the bathroom with damp hair I made myself comfortable in Aaron's clothes. 

Climbing into the bed I turned off the lights. 

I wanted a little relief from the rage, sadness, and pain bubbling under my skin. 

I felt like I was suffocating, being quite literally the only person to understand the sorrow I was feeling. 

No one near me could relate, I didn't need the pitiful glances. 

I was going to get them though, the 'oh honey' or 'I'm sorry'. The questions started spiraling in my head, asking why me? what the fuck do they want? 

Trying to sleep and having no luck I was still stuck in the stage of sleep where I was gone enough to dream but I heard every little thing that happened. 

At that moment the door started to open and I looked forwards, seeing the window, it was still dark. 

I realized it was Aaron from the belt being unbuckled and I rolled over. "You're still up?" Aaron started getting undressed and I took a deep breath. 

"What time is it?" 

“Two o’clock, you should've been asleep for a few hours now." After sitting up the phone started ringing, looking at it I declined after I saw Unknown. 

"Who was that?" 

I rubbed my eyes, "Unknown Caller and yeah well after everyone gets in your shit it's hard to stop thinking about." 

He was down to his boxers and he climbed into bed, I made movements and cuddled into his chest. 

Aaron kissed the top of my head, "I know baby."

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