#(screaming and crying and weeping and shaking and throwing up and sobbing)

[stormyoceans]

THEY ARE MY WHOLE ENTIRE STUPID BLEEDING BEATING HEART SERVED ON A SILVER PLATTER IM GENUINELY RUNNING OUT OF WAYS TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM

[russellius]

this genre of george photos 💘

[ezrathescpnerd]

GUYSSS.... TODAY AT SCHOOL I WAS READING AN SCP ARTICLE JUST MINDING MY OWN BUISSNESS WHEN OUT OF NOWHERE THIS GUY WHO WAS SITTING NEXT TO ME, LOOKED AT MY SCREEN AND WAS LIKE "Ooooo [my real name] is on the hub!!!" BUT THEN AFTER SAYING THAT HE TOOK A DOUBLE TAKE AT MY SCREEN AND SAID SO LOUDLY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO HEAR "What the fuck is the SCP Foundation? Are you sure you should be on that?" WHEN I TELL YOU MY HEART DROPPED SO FAST. I'M DEAD RN. CRYING, SHAKING, THROWING UP. THIS IS WORSE THAN LITERALLY ANY SCP ARTICLE I'VE EVER READ. SAVE ME GUYS.

[missy-0-piink]

how about overstimulating dazai until he is left a shaking sobbing mess and and covered in cum 😏

Yes

He’d be crying, gripping the sheets like a lifeline as you continue to jerk him off

He thinks he’s cum 3 times now? He’s not too sure, but you haven’t given him a break. Not even a couple of minutes after orgasm. No. You just keep going. And going.

And it’s coating his entire stomach- and some of his chest too- which you use to further lube up his cock. He feels defiled, like a virgin being deflowered- that’s how out of his element he was

“Please- oh god please, (name)! S’too much! I cant- I cant, I cant!” He whines out, body trying to flinch away from your hand that continues despite his pleas

“Shhh, ‘samu, you can take it, I know you can, you’re a good boy like that,” you say softly, praising him

He moans aloud, thighs quivering and back arching as he throws his head back, teeth clenching and face in a grimace as you continue your ministrations

He sobs as you bring out the toy you used to wring out his second orgasm- clearly intending to use it to create his fourth

You press the hitachi wand to his tip cruelly, rubbing it along the most sensitive spot on the head, with Dazai letting out a scream as you did so

His eyes rolled back, mouth agape and letting out drool as his dick twitches and spurts out his fourth load of cum, shooting out to join the rest that’s collected on his stomach

“Shhh, shhh, it’s ok, doing so good for me, good boy” you say, stroking him slowly through his orgasm

He doesn’t really understand what you’re saying, too fucked out but he knows it means that he’s doing good for you and that makes his body react, dick leaking even more cum

He’s relaxing into the sheets, on the verge of passing out when you ask to go another round, with Dazai weeping at the thought

That phrase? he definitely understood.

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Awww poor baby 🥺

Reader is so mean

[intimidating-fettuccine]

BEN scenario visiting the grave of his Y/N please

BEN spends all of his time after you pass between two places, either his bedroom or visiting your grave. He can't stand to be around other people, but he also can't stand to be alone without you. He misses you more than he ever thought it possible to miss someone, and it leads him to lay and sit around your grave most of the time, and sometimes he even sleeps out there beside you, camping out and refusing to leave your grave. When he's in his room, he's either burying himself in his work or forcing himself to play games to make himself focus on something other than missing you.

BEN barely even truly enjoys games anymore, as he can no longer play them with you. The others are also growing concerned at the rate that he's handling his work, as he's working himself far too hard, and while as a ghost he doesn't technically need to sleep, working for 18 hours straight isn't healthy in the slightest bit. Even when resting next to your grave, he always has his work laptop or a handheld game console in his hands, unable to just rest and come to terms with the fact that you're gone. Now, as he sits beside your grave, his back resting against your tombstone, he has his face buried into his Switch, clicking away at the buttons as he tries to ignore the growing emotions in his chest.

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"I changed around the formation of my island again. It was annoying having to move everyone's houses again, but I really like the new design. It was the one I told you about last month before--" He cuts himself off, sniffling as he goes back to running around his Animal Crossing island.

Before you had died. He had told you about his plans before you had died, and that had been the cause of him putting it off so long. He'd thought to himself that if he did anything he'd told you about before the day you died, that it would be a show of proof that you were gone. That he was progressing and moving forward while you had to stay behind. 

"Should I... Change it back..?" His words are a whisper as he stares down at his Switch, and it's not until wet droplets start hitting his screen that he realizes he's crying. 

He looks up, away from his screen, and it's the first time he takes a moment to notice his surroundings since he's been visiting you. The tall, protective trees hanging overhead. The beautifully blooming flowers that decorate the surrounding area. The gifts surrounding your grave, placed there by other members of the mansion. The words stamped into your tombstone to commemorate you. The violent shaking of his shoulders, the loud cries escaping his lips as he turns around, clinging to the stone as he shuts his eyes, trying to close out the world once again.

"It was my fault...! I assigned you to that mission...!! I did this!!" He screams out, sobbing and weeping and finally letting all of the tears he'd been fighting so desperately to hold inside out. 

BEN has been feeling extremely tremendous guilt since your passing. He was the one who assigned everyone to their missions, and he had been useless to protect you from harm as you died that night. He felt himself hyperventilating as he sank to the ground, his hands gripping the grass covering where you'll rest eternally.

"What a disgusting person I am... I'd even wished that you'd have come back to me as a ghost, even though that means you would have had to have an extremely traumatic death... How horrible of me, even after being the one to cause your death inadvertently... But I just miss you so much!" He screams out again, choking on his breath and heaving, gagging as he tries not to throw up from anxiety and the overwhelming emotions taking over him.

He lays there like that for what feels like hours, sobbing and choking on air, despite the fact that as a ghost he doesn't even need to breathe, but he can't seem to remember that with all the emotions flowing through him. Eventually, he collapses, lying motionless and staring blankly ahead of himself. 

"Maybe I should just... Disappear...? Would that make up for my sins...?" His voice is broken and scratchy when it comes out of him in a whisper, and he chuckles sadly at himself as he nuzzles into the ground below him where you rest.

"What am I even saying..? You'd yell at me for that if you were here... Tell me I'm being too hard on myself..." He sniffles loudly, whining as he feels more tears prickling in his eyes. 

"I just want to be with you forever... Even if it means I just never leave this spot ever again. I've considered it before." He whispers again, his eyelids growing heavy despite his body not needing sleep, his brain simply overworked from his emotional outbursts. A deep, heaving sigh leaves his body as he finally closes his eyes, resting above you.

"Goodnight, honey... I love you... Let's sleep here together forever, okay...?"

[heavensspider]

ONE- LIFE AND DEATH

Warning: cursing, cannon death, panic attack

Series masterlist

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You felt the lump in your throat grow heavier with every passing moment, your T.V glowed in the darkness as it continued to report the unthinkable. May was dead. She was dead and you found out through that stupid fucking reporter Jamison of all people. Your breath unevenly shook as you thought of Peter, was he safe? Was he okay? Was he alive?

Everything in you was urging to call him, but you hadn't talked since Europe, you were probably the last person he wanted to see. The screams, tears, and words that should have never been uttered ran through your mind and how you hurt each other in ways you never thought you would. Your hands shook as you cradled your face and tried to regulate your breathing, the woman you admired with every fiber of your being was gone, and all you could do was shake. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.....

Piercing screams and sobs shook from you and bounced off the walls of your apartment, your mind running a mile a minute as you fell to the floor in grief. Your chest tightened as the walls began to close in around you. Tears pulled from your eyes and fell down faster than you could count. She was dead, gone, without any warning or goodbye.

You felt like you had been punched in the gut over twenty times. Your head and heart ached. For you, for May, for Peter. Your heart had broken with every cry.

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You don't know how long you spent there crying on the floor, thinking of all the things you could have done differently, thinking of all the things you should have told her before she was taken. The screams turned to weeps, and the sobs turned to shaky breaths.

BANG BANG......

You sniffed as you looked up from your carpet to your front door, your knees shook as you stood up. BANG BANG BANG. You looked through the peephole before throwing open the door without a second thought.

"Y/n...."

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an: hi! This is my first time writing a fanfiction so if you have any criticisms please don't be shy (plz be nice tho I'm sensitive) if you have any questions about what I have planned for this story or have any ideas you think would be cool plz share! Lots of love - Heaven

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[kirkwahmmett]

crying screaming throwing up weeping sobbing shaking quaking dying decaying decomposing

[incoherentchanting]

the way he’s looking at him the way he’s looking at him the way he

crying. throwing up. weeping. pissing my pants. shitting my pants. sliding down the wall. clutching at my pearls. shaking. screaming. pulling out my hair. bashing my head into a wall. sobbing. mourning. sorrowing. dehydrated. swabbing the deck. throwing myself overboard. falling to my knees in a walmart. foaming at the mouth. punching the air.

[jake-g-lockley]

Hello, can I request 21 or 24 with Steven Grant, with him needing comfort. Gn or male reader.

Fondness for Breaking Apart (Steven Grant x gn!reader)

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Prompts: “i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.” and  “oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.” 

Warnings: Angst, mentions of Wendy Spector, brief mentions of Marc, drowning, animal attack, nightmares, anxiety attacks, injury and tending to injury, mention of abuse and trauma.

A/N: Hi there nonnie! Thank you so much for this ask. This episode of sad is brought to you by Atlee. Now, if you don’t know who Atlee is, good for you, keep it that way, trust me. But if you do know who Atlee is, bestie are you good?

Word Count: 1.3k

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Steven was frozen. All he could see was the water level steadily rising, and going past his ankles, knees and then hips. He tried to call out for someone, anyone, but he couldn’t, almost as if someone had stolen his voice from him. He almost forgot who he was and what he was doing there. 

He was in a cave and it was dark, except for a glowing scale directly in front of him. A toy alligator bobbed up and down the water and it soon turned into a real alligator, snapping its jaws at Steven. His eyes widened and he finally could move, but it was too late, the alligator was close and the water was up to his chest. He screamed and flailed his arms, trying to swim away, but it caught him, searing pain shooting up his body as blood filled his vision. 

Steven woke up with a start, trying to swing himself off the bed but his leg caught the bedpost and he went tumbling face first onto the hardwood floor. His heart started to constrict in his chest and he couldn’t breathe again, as if he had used all of his strength to scream. His whole body hurt and he was pretty sure his nose was bleeding as he took heaving breaths to settle his lungs. 

He was shaking and he couldn’t find Marc anywhere in the headspace. He sobbed, big globs of tears falling onto the floor, wondering why he had been left alone. He didn’t know what to do or say as he cried without a single sound. Another image popped into his mind and he reached out for it, focusing on it before deciding his next course of action. He crawled towards his door and used the shelf beside it as an anchor for him to stand up. He shakily pulled at all of the locks and flung the door open, stumbling across the threshold to your apartment, hitting your doorbell.

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You had been fast asleep but you were awoken to the sound of your doorbell. You glance at the wall clock which reads 1: 25 am and you slip out of bed, worried and confused. Maybe you had just been dreaming up the sound, but it didn’t hurt to check. You opened the door and caught a glimpse of your neighbour leaning against the doorframe. 

“Steven?” you said sleepily, and gasped as he lifted his head to look at you.

His dark circles were more prominent than usual, but his usually rosy cheeks were dull and slathered with tears, along with blood that trailed from his nose. He slumped forward and you caught him, supporting the back of his neck as he cried into the crook of your neck. You pull him inside and shut the door behind him, sitting down onto the floor and pulling him down with you. You didn’t ask him what was wrong, you just held onto him as his body shook and his tears dampened your shoulder. 

You noticed that Steven cried very quietly, almost soundlessly weeping in the most heartbreaking fashion. Remember how you train yourself to cry quietly so that your parents would not hit you and you tried to not let your memories get the best of you. You ran a hand up and down his back soothingly until he stilled and sniffed softly against you. Suddenly, a hiss of pain emitted against your neck and you pulled away hastily to see Steven touching his nose.

“Oh, Steven, let’s get you some tea and clean you up, yeah?” you said, standing up and pulling him up with you. 

He stumbled and you realised that he wasn’t putting any of his weight on his left leg. You knelt down and set his hand on your shoulder for balance, rolling up his pyjama pants to check his leg. Sure enough there was a huge bruise the size of your fist forming on his shin and you hissed at its size. 

You slowly stirred Steven to the soft plush sofa and went to put the kettle on and grab your supplies. You came back almost instantly and placed Steven’s leg up on a cushion and gently laid out your cold pack on it. Steven was looking down and you used your fingers to push against the underside of his chin, lifting his head up so that he was at eye level with you. 

You sighed and began to work, cleaning Steven’s nose with a cotton ball dipped in distilled water. Once cleaned, you noticed that the blood wasn’t coming from inside of his nose, but from the bridge of his nose where a small cut had formed. Steven’s nose was still dripping from when he was crying and you grabbed a few tissues and held it at his nose.

“Blow, softly.” you whispered. 

He did with a few hisses of discomfort and you examined the tissue for any sign of blood before sighing with relief. Tossing the tissue into your makeshift basket, you continued with your little assignment. Steven’s eyes twitched as you dabbed the area with a little bit of betadine before placing some gauze on it and gently tapping it down with medical tape. 

“I’m so sorry about your shirt.” Steven sniffed apologetically as his hand tried to brush away the blood, snot and tears that clung to the fabric.

“It’s alright Steven, I was gonna throw it out anyway.” you said, offering him a small smile to accompany your joke. 

You handed him the cup of tea and he sipped slowly staring into space. 

“I didn’t know where else to go…” he said softly and a tear ran down his cheek. 

“Steven, look, I’m always here and it's alright.” you said, wiping the tear away.

“I-i can’t find Marc and I don’t know what's going on.” the tears were coming down quick again and you jumped up onto the sofa and cuddled Steven as his breathing became more raggard. 

“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure he’s still there. He’s just probably exhausted.” you said soothingly, rubbing Steven’s shoulder, hoping to god that Marc was still there for the sake of the both of you. 

“Look, why don’t we go and sit on the balcony for a while, yeah? I need you to take some deep breaths Steven.” You said and you led him towards the balcony and sat him on the floor. 

You laced your fingers with his and held onto him tightly as his breathing slowly evened out. He leaned on your shoulder as the both of you stared up at the moon, which was shining all bright and beautiful in the sky. 

“You know what Steven? There was an old wives tale about how if you lie on your mothers lap and look up at the moon, whatever you asked it would come true.” you mumbled, leaning your head against his. 

Steven stayed silent for a while as you both listened to the sound of traffic down below.  

“My mom was an abusive alcoholic, so I doubt she’d let me lie on her lap.” Steven casually chuckled thickly.

Tears filled in your eyes as you softly punched him, as your heart broke further at his situation you quickly rubbed away the tears that dropped out. 

“Lie on my lap, Steven” you whispered. 

“Huh”

“I said, lie on my lap.” you said a little firmer, confident with your decision. 

Steven gently lays his head on your lap and you bring your hand to his head to caress his hair. 

“Make a wish, any wish, and don’t tell me.” you said as Steven looked up at the moon.

He closed his eyes and wished that you would never leave him the way everyone did all his life. He nodded once he was done and you glared up at the moon as angry tears left your eyes. 

“If the moon doesn’t fulfill your wish, I’ll fight him myself.” you said, and you had a weird feeling that it was listening by the way Steven chuckled.

You continued to stroke his hair as the both of you sobbed away, absorbing the comfort from each other’s company. Only when he was asleep did you kiss his forehead whispering in his ear that you’d never leave him, promising him as you too laid down and stared into the night sky. 

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[mentallyillfromdd]

trick or treat!

TRICK!

The Sun stared down at his bloodied hands. The man below him still let out shallow breaths, but he was too tired to even fight back against the Sun. He threw punch after punch at the gray cowboy below him. Blood and gore splattered over the two. The Sun frowned, he didn’t know if he should be happy that the dark red liquid covered the disheveled face the Sun had disfigured. Spirits raved their screams around the two. They were getting the blood they craved.

If the Sun listened closely he could make out specific voices and place names to them. The Red King and his hand, a timekeeper and his friends, the Stars and the caged canary he called his husband, a lone wolf who got driven mad when his house went up in flames. There were twelve voices in total. The Sun thought of them not as distant acquaintances now. He wouldn’t be able to think of them as more without fully breaking, he thought.

While the Sun was small in stature he carried a lot of weight, mostly in his heavy satchel- although that sat just outside the ring of cactus he was currently sitting in- and in his giant multi-colored parrot wings. His bones were hollow, but his giant wings held a good amount of weight. He continued to throw punches at the gray man below him. The gray man who was once his friend- a sister star the Sun split from. Maybe once a brother and ally, but now was nothing more than a corpse the Sun sat over. Maybe the body below the Sun was Proxima Centauri, maybe he was a planet like Mars—no, Mars was someone else. Maybe he was Mercury. Maybe something bigger. It really didn’t matter what he was.

He was dead.

Beaten to death by the Sun. The Sun punched his stupid face that he had been stuck with for weeks. The Sun thought he would be happy when he would finally get to leave the body below him. Not like this, he sobbed over the man. Maybe he screamed. Maybe he screamed curses in his mind. Maybe he only let out hiccups of weeps with his shaking breaths. He wasn't fully aware of himself until he shot up from his frantic crying and wiped his tears as the spirits whispered in his ears.

One more to go. They said in unison, One more life to take he filled in the blank.

The Sun had taken eight lives in the past week. While only two were permanent deaths, he still had six different people's blood on his hands—twice the amount of blood for the body under him and the fallen angel who cared for all. He honestly couldn't remember who he was now. Who he was before he turned red before he accidentally led a creeper to kill—Who he was before he forced himself into this game. Everything from before blurred in his mind. A lot of nothing. The same nothing he found when he let himself fall off the nearby cliff (Formally called Pride Rock. He remembered it being called that) and landed on the sandstone below. The same nothing that he found in the void. The void, he guessed, that showed the after. After one died. He sent two people here to this lonely solitary confinement. Maybe he should be glad he sent them here. The sooner they didn't have to deal with everything the Sun hated himself for doing. His hands were dirty and he would never be able to properly wash them.

The Sun opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He was tired, like he just slept for months straight. The Stars stare. Not at the Sun, not at anyone. The Stars stares forward and takes off, just like everyone else when it is time. The Sun kills the most he ever had that time. Take the pain away from others. The Stars is the last standing and the Sun strikes him down.

The Sun opened his eyes. Had he really closed them again? The Moon cries. She screams at the Stars, at the hand, at a zombie with red curly hair. She cries for her late dog with a red collar. She cries for her soulmate that left her. She cries for the sake of crying. The Moon watches as the Stars sacrifices himself for her. Killing them both. It’s counter-productive. Maybe the Moon will forgive him.

The Sun opened his eyes. Closing them seemed to be a pattern. Mars pulls at the ocean’s tides. He’s mad. He smirks, a hand without a head, a hand without his king. Mars is crazed. Mars is manic. He betrays the Stars and a demon, running back to the shores he called home where he runs out of time. The ocean pulls at him while the sand trickles down an hourglass.

The Sun opens his eyes. The pattern repeats. He’s tired. A statue looms above him with secrets that are whispered in his ears. It has a mask with a familiar symbol on it. The Sun closes his eyes. The mask is still burned into his mind. He knows. He can’t escape. He tried before and it worked out so well. So, so, well that, now, he’s stuck in this pattern of death and destruction. He opens them again. The Sun is stuck.

He can only hope to spare his friends from the pain he went through the first time around. He can only hope to kill them before they have to go through the pain of beating their closest friend to death in a ring of cacti in the burning hot sun.

[stormyoceans]

ACTUAL REAL VICE VERSA RERUN IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024 WE ARE SOOOO BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[hunterxreaderoneshots]

Runaways - F! Wild Witch! Reader

Word Count: 10.1 K (10,168)

T/W: Somewhat graphic physical abuse, verbal abuse, death (petrification), abandonment

Summary: Summary: (Y/n) runs away when home is no longer safe. She meets the Golden Guard and together they strive for a better life.

This one has a better relationship with Reader and Hunter considering my previous ones lol.

“I don’t want a sigil!” She cried out. “I like my magic! I… I want to keep it, even if that means not being in a coven!” 

Her mother frowned and stepped forward. “What about the Titan’s will? About everything we’ve worked for?!” She shouted angrily, eyeing her daughter.

(Y/n) fought back tears of frustration and exhaustion. “MAYBE I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT THE TITAN WANTS! I DON’T CARE WHAT BELOS SAYS! I LIKE MY MAGIC- I LIKE BEING A WILD WITCH!!” (Y/n) finally confessed, shouting the truth to both of her parents.

Her mother scowled again, “HUSH!!” She bellowed, stepping forward and beating her harshly with a fist formed of abomination magic. (Y/n) shrieked as she felt the blows and attempted to cover herself with her arms, being knocked back but not giving in or falling as she was hit.  

Her mother halted and (Y/n) panicked as she felt her father’s hand gripping her wrist. She struggled, pulling back weakly as she tried to get away.

“Nonono!” She cried desperately, slipping on the floor as she tried to run, “NO! LET ME GO!” She screamed helplessly.

“After everything we’ve done for you-” Her mother cried out in horror, “You choose to live this disgusting life of- of-”

“Wild magic…” Her father muttered, pulling her closer.

“I can’t believe this!” Her mother cried out again, flailing her arms up. (Y/n) flinched back, expecting another blow after so many she had already received. 

(Y/n) yelped as her father lifted her off of the ground, pain burning in her arm as she felt her entire weight straining it. 

Her mother began to pace in the room, ignoring her daughter completely. “We take care of you! We feed you- look after you! We’ve raised you the best we possibly could!” (Y/n)’s mother shouted in anguish. “We’ve taught you all their is to Sigil’s and the Titan’s will! We’ve even had scouts come in to try to help you!!” She shrieked with frustration. (Y/n) panted madly as she tried to get away.

(Y/n)’s father gripped her face and stared into her eyes with disgust. “Out of all the damned, insufferable witches on these isles…” (Y/n)’s eyes bloomed with tears as she feared the worst. “I can’t believe my daughter is a wild witch-” (Y/n)’s father muttered again, throwing her to the ground. 

(Y/n) shrieked as she hit the floor. She trembled, disoriented and afraid. She felt the stinging of new bruises and scrapes across her body. (Y/n) got on her elbows, shaking violently as she tried to rise. The pain in her body overwhelmed her, causing her to collapse back onto the floor. 

The woman created a circle with her finger and it began to glow, “We can’t believe you…” Her mother muttered. From the circle, she summoned another round of abomination magic. She raised her arm for the final time and struck it down, commanding the ooze to slash the girl, crystal-like, miniature blades searing through her entire body, one leaving a big gash on her cheek.  (Y/n)’s parents glared at the child before them for a moment before walking out of the room, leaving her alone. 

(Y/n) panted frantically as she began to cry. She lifted herself off of the ground and kneeled for a moment, giving into sobs. The young witch cried with desperation, feeling empty and utterly hopeless. Her parents hated her for not wanting a sigil or a coven. From the moment they realized she didn’t want one, they used every tactic they could to try and force her to get one. All of their attempts failed and, with no hesitation at all, they resorted to violence and abuse.

(Y/n) curled up, weeping loudly. She covered her hands with her face as tears burned her like boiling rain. She could feel her soul tearing apart completely. She struggled to stand but finally rose with little balance. She began to stumble out of the room and up the stairs to the closest thing she knew to safety: her room.

She heaved her door open and shut it gently once inside. (Y/n) collapsed onto her bed, trembling as quiet sobs shook her. She shifted and looked to her window as the dim light of the sun gently washed over her. (Y/n)’s sobs became quieter as she watched the fading rays of light. 

She curled up into a ball once more.

No. This ends now.

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The Golden Guard kneeled before the Emperor of the Boiling Isles. He trembled slightly, feeling the attack just barely brush his skin. He shut his eyes tightly as a few pieces of hair fell gently to the cold ground.

The male held his head high, “My apologies. I spoke out of turn.” The Emperor’s deformed armed slithered away and returned to normal. “It won’t happen again.”

The Emperor hunched over and grunted in discomfort. “These outburts are… ugh- painful…” He recovered and stood up as his eyes glowed a dangerous blue. “And so is watching you fail…” He hissed coldly. He stared at the young boy before him. “I know you can do better, Hunter,” He muttered quietly. 

Hunter smiled weakly. His eyebrows furrowed as he felt the slightest sliver of mercy from the Emperor.

He left the throne room and, after briefly speaking with Kiki Mora, went into his room. The young male laid on his bed and sighed hopelessly. He covered his eyes with his hands, “I can help. If I just knew a little more…” His thinking was interrupted by the familiar chirping of a cardinal. 

Hunter shot up and looked to his window where the small bird stood. “Huh? Palisman!” He exclaimed in surprise. He reached forward and clasped the bird tightly with both hands, causing it to peep. 

“Oh- sorry…” He apologized awkwardly to it. “You shouldn’t be here, it’d be bad if Belos saw you…” He murmured worriedly as he pet the bird. The red bird chirped and flew up, transforming into a staff. Hunter flinched back as he held the newly transformed staff. “Oh- I was not expecting that…” He stood and walked to his window, watching the world outside as he held the staff.

Hunter sighed again. “He never lets me help. Whenever I get to close- he pushes me away! Sometimes… sometimes he even hurts me…” He murmured bitterly, recalling when he had recieved a blow so sharp it left him with a scar across his jaw. He shook the memory off abruptly yet thousands more flooded in before he could stop them. The young male felt his hands begin to tremble as he recalled each attack. Time after time the emperor reacted harshly and punished him. From locking him in a cell for days to neglecting him to even attacking him; Hunter had seen it all. 

He shut his eyes and recalled his meeting with the human. He gripped the staff tightly. “She did save me from Kiki…” He sighed again, feeling claustrophobic and unsafe in his room. “Maybe… I should go, just for a bit! Maybe I can find some answers out there somehow.” He stared at the world outside as the sun began to set.

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(Y/n) panted nervously as she crept through her dark room. She had spent an entire week planning and was finally ready. She knew her parents would keep a close eye on her, so she used extreme cation in her planning. (Y/n) reached her window and opened it, glancing back to her room. She examined it and felt a deep sadness overwash her as she saw her refuge for the last time. She took very little with her: a bag filled with clothes, some food, money she had scrapped up over the last year, and a plush she had loved since her childhood. She sighed, knowing she could bare it no longer, and climbed to the window. She shut her eyes and summoned the palisman she had kept secret for so long. She held the staff tightly and leaped out the window, falling slightly before gliding up and away through the dark town. 

For years her parents had abused and mistreated her. She suffered almost endlessly because of their cruelty. Tears burned her eyes as she began to sob. Where could she possibly go? Who could she possibly confide in now? (Y/n) held her head low and watched the town disappear from view as she flew away from Bonesburrough.

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A young male made his way through the Bonesburrough forest as the evening faded into night. His head filled with endless what-ifs and what-should-have-beens. I failed- again. I keep failing… Maybe… Oh I should have left when I first thought of it…

As he trampled through the woods, a flash of movement caught his eyes. His instincts kicked in immediately and he summoned his staff, twirling it into his hands. He glared at the red trees surrounding him.

“SHOW YOURSELF!” He demanded, stepping back as he studied the forest surrounding him. “I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!” His grip tightened as he prepared himself for an attack.

A rustling from behind him made him teleport closer to the sound. He watched anxiously for any further movement. The male raised his staff as a figure made its way out of the shadows.

A young witch stepped closer to him. “Who are you?!” (Y/n) demanded as she held her staff defensively. The young male stood back and raised his own staff closer to her. 

“Who are you?” He questioned in return, carefully circling the witch. 

She furrowed her brows as she recognized him for a brief moment. “Wait-” She asked as she relaxed her glare.  “Weren’t you in the Hexside Flyer Derby team?” She asked as she relaxed her stance. 

The male squinted as he examined her, “And… aren’t you the kid who’s been missing for a couple of months?” She tensed and lowered her staff. “You’re in posters all over Bonesburrough…”

“I… yeah…” She lowered her shoulders. “You can’t tell anyone though! I- I can’t let them find me!” She cried out, stepping back nervously. 

“Woah! Don’t worry. I won’t say anything,” He reassured, holding his hands in front of him. Although his hands were facing her, he held onto his staff.

She glared at the male before holding her staff the same way he did. She gripped it nervously with a single hand. (Y/n) examined the male. He was a tall, somewhat sickly yet handsome male. He seemed rather mature just from how he acted. He had bright magenta eyes and dark eye bags. His hair was a bright golden color and a single strand stood out in front of him. He had a somewhat large, almost bulky nose, yet it was attractive. The last feature she took in was the first one she noticed: a large, gaping scar on the right side of his face from his cheek to his chin.

“Well, what are you doing here?” She asked nervously as she kept eyeing him.

The male blushed, “I- uh…” He hesitated to answer. “I just…” He frowned awkwardly. As he tried to come up with something, his staff disappeared and the palisman that once rested on it flew up to him. The red cardinal circled his head while chirping wildly before proceeding to tug on the stray strand of hair viciously.

“OW OW OW OW OW!! OKAY OKAY!!” He cried desperately as he waved his arms. The red bird let go of his hair and sat on his shoulder. The young male blushed even deeper in embarrassment. “Okay, the TRUTH-” He muttered as he glared at the palisman, “Is this: I’m the Golden Guard. And lately… I haven’t done a very good job in any of my missions. So… after a while of considering it… I… left…” He then looked at the witch in front of him before flinching. “BUT ONLY FOR A BIT! I just… want to better myself before returning…” He looked at the witch before him again. “What’s your story? Why did you run away?” He muttered curiously.

(Y/n) blushed madly. “I-” She choked, unsure of what to tell him. This was the Golden Guard after all. “I… I ran away because I was- my life was in danger…” She admitted nervously. Her grip tightened on her staff as she admit the truth. “I’m a wild witch and both of my parents are in covens. They have a pretty high status so… they hated me for not following their steps.” The male examined the young girl before him and realized just how many scars and bruises she was covered in. 

He chuckled lightly. “I… guess that makes two of us..”

She looked up at him, “Your parents hate you?” She asked. 

He frowned awkwardly and looked down, and shuffling his feet. “I… don’t have parents. I’ve never known anyone from my family except Emperor Belos. He’s my uncle!” He said as he smiled at her, “He found me and took me in. I… I’ve studied a lot about wild magic but… he doesn’t like it. I don’t mean any harm by it but it always upsets him. I’m trying to help his curse but… every time I get close…” He turned his head nervously and scratched his cheek as he thought. 

(Y/n) gasped as she realized. “He hurts you…” She watched as he bent his ears back and looked at her.

“Yeah… I guess so…” He frowned awkwardly as he tried to take his mind off of it. “Aren’t you from the (L/n) family?” He asked, recalling her last name from the posters. He remembered coming across her parents before. They were two powerful witches always willing to lend their services to the Emperor. But she’s a wild witch… maybe she understands curses more than I do… 

She eyed him before answering. “(Y/n). I’m (Y/n).” She froze for a moment before continuing. “And they’re not my family…" She muttered. She glanced up to him, “And aren’t you… Caleb Blood Jasper Willy or something?” She asked nervously. All of his questions made her uneasy. She felt exposed and vulnerable just from speaking to him.

The male laughed before waving his hand dismissively. “No! That was just a fake name- for Flyer Derby. My real name is Hunter.” He smiled again to the young witch. “I guess we’re on the same team, huh?” He crossed his arms and looked at her, recalling the human that had once saved him. 

“I guess so,” She replied, relaxing slightly. She looked up to the darkened sky. “Say, it’s getting dark,” She murmured, examining the darkened horizon.

Hunter shifted, looking around and realizing he hadn’t found somewhere to stay. “Yeah… It is getting dark…” He replied softly, feeling somewhat uneasy. I can’t go back to the castle. If Belos saw me sneaking back in at this hour…

(Y/n) glanced back to the male, sensing he had come unprepared. She hesitated, wondering what she was possibly risking just by mentioning it. “Y-you should come to my place.” (Y/n) offered.

Hunter looked away from fading light and at her, “Really? You’d let me come with you?” He asked with uncertainty. 

“Of course, why not?” She said, “Besides, I know I would have appreciated someone’s help when I first left. You haven’t been gone for long, right? Then that means you don’t have somewhere to stay.” Hunter glanced at her in disbelief.

“Well, thank you, (Y/n)”. (Y/n) smiled sweetly. She hadn’t heard someone thank her in years.

The young witch led the male through the woods until the moon rose. She then cast a cluster of light spells, small bright orbs hovering over her and Hunter. As they walked on, they arrived at a small clearing. 

“I’m… sorry I don’t have much to offer. I didn’t do much here because I felt I didn’t have the need for much but…” She looked to Hunter, “If you’ll be staying with me, I can fix it up!” (Y/n) chirped as she motioned to her small camp. 

Hunter looked in the direction in which she motioned. Within the small clearing there was a makeshift hammock made of abomination magic, a cluster of random objects, and in the center what seemed to have been a campfire. 

He chuckled lightly, “Don’t worry about it!” He exclaimed, “I’ve survived with less!” He said proudly as he looked at her few belongings. 

“Really?” (Y/n) asked suspiciously. She walked over to her hammock and sat on it. “How so?” She leaned forward and waited for a response.

“Well,” Hunter sat down in front of her. He watched as she created a new fire in the center of the camp. “To become scouts for the Emperor’s Coven, we have to go through intense training!” He explained excitedly. “We had witch’s duels! Mazes with traps! And one time- for our last training- we were left at the top of a mountain with nothing!” He laughed for a moment, “Oh! Whoever made it to the bottom alive was- haha! Was deemed worthy of being in the Emperor's coven! Hooo… classic!” He laughed again and (Y/n) laughed along with him, entertained by his excitement.

“Woah! Sounds like you went through quite a bit!” She laughed lightly again. (Y/n) pulled out a worn-out plush and held it in her lap. 

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He supported himself on his arm and watched the fire trickle. “But I was in the coven for so long that any of this feels like an advantage…” He glanced around again.

“Huh… I wish…” She muttered, resting her head on her plush.

Hunter looked up at her again. He examined (Y/n)’s features as the firelight made them visible. She had soft, (s/c) skin. As he looked at her he realized just how bruised and scared her (s/c) skin was. Her eyes were a gentle (e/c) color that reflected the warm fire. She had (h/l), (h/c) hair that gently flowed and swayed with the cold breeze.

His eyes darted to the plush in her arms and then to her scars. “What… happened to you? How did you get all those… scars?” (Y/n) glanced to her arms and blushed in humiliation.

“I should be asking the same thing!” She exclaimed. “You have a huge scar on your face!” She motioned towards him and unintentionally made the fire rise for a moment. 

Hunter flinched and thought for a moment before answering. He scratched his scar gently as he thought. “Okay, I’ll tell you but you have to answer me. Is that a deal?” He asked as he stared at her cooly.

(Y/n) laughed half-heartedly. “Sure, whatever.” She shifted again. “Okay, so tell me. How did you get your scar?” 

Hunter crouched and set his head on his knees as he recalled the moment it happened. “I was with the Emperor. I was still a young witch then…” He explained as he stared into the dancing fire. “I remember he had an outburst that day. I had become excited over something… I think I was talking about some… study on wild magic I had done…” Hunter dug his fingers into his knees. “I was talking so excitedly about it and suddenly- something cut me…” His eyes shifted wildly as tears began to gather in his eyes.

(Y/n) watched the young witch anxiously. “I fell to the ground and felt my face,” Hunter reached up to his cheek. “When I looked at my hand I realized it was covered in blood. I began to cry and… Belos was deformed. His hand had turned into a massive, goopy, thing. It almost looked like his limb was made of abomination magic,” He looked up to (Y/n) and realized how into the story she was. “He had an outburst and told me it was because of the curse wild magic had caused him.” Hunter rested his head on his knees and looked away. “After that… he taught me that wild magic was harmful- it hurt him and it caused him to hurt me. Now, my scar is a reminder that wild magic is harmful and dangerous…” His voice faded away gently as he finished his story.

(Y/n) squished her plush in her arms. “That’s… horrible…” She murmured softly. She looked at him nervously, remembering what he said about wild magic. She hesitated, unsure if being a wild witch herself would drive him away. Or he could report me. He is the Golden Guard after all… 

She glanced at Hunter who had curled up beside the fire. “My story isn’t too different though…” She rocked herself gently on her hammock. “When I found out that sigils lock away almost all of our magic, I knew I didn’t want to get one anymore.” She glanced nervously at Hunter. “I wanted to be free and use my magic. When my parents found out, they were furious!” She exclaimed. (Y/n) ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh Titan, they tried everything to get me to ‘reason’. They tried teaching me everything there was about the TiTaN and CoVenS. They showed me coven after coven to try and revive my interest in one…” She lowered her head, “One time… they even had scouts from the Emperor’s coven try to convince me to join a coven. They told me what would happen if I didn’t get a sigil by the day of unity.” She sighed and rocked herself in the hammock again.

“Then what happened?” Hunter asked curiously. 

(Y/n) squeezed her plush nervously. “When they realized that I wouldn’t change my mind after that… they began to use… other tactics.” The young witch shifted nervously on the hammock. Her gaze had become fixed on the flicker of the fire. “They began to humiliate me for being a wild witch, telling me how ungrateful I was for all of their efforts in raising me the right way. They yelled at me, they told me something was wrong with me, that I was pathetic and an abomination in the eyes of the Titan…” She scratched her neck nervously and chuckled half-heartedly. “And when that didn’t work either, well…” (Y/n) looked to her (s/c) skin and traced the scars and bruises imbedded into her. “They…” She choked, hesitating to retell what she lived for years. “T-they…” She tried to control her quaking lips to prevent herself from crying. “They started to use physical force to try and change my mind…” She tried to laugh through her sentence but her voice broke. (Y/n) hastily wiped away a few tears that had gathered in her eyes. “And that’s how I got- all this,” She motioned to her damaged skin. “They started to hurt me hoping I’d change my mind just so that I’d stop but… Here I am, wild as ever!” She chuckled nervously.

Hunter stared at her with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted. For the first time, (Y/n) noticed the gap between his front teeth, causing her to smile slightly. All of the imperfections he held were somehow… attractive. His eye bags, the silly, bulky nose, the massive scar, and the adorable little gap between his teeth. What a goofball… 

“I… didn’t know life was so… difficult for wild witches like you!” Hunter admit thoughtfully. He frowned in shame, “I’m… I’m so sorry you had to go through all that,” He murmured gently.

(Y/n) brushed it off, “Oh don’t worry. If I hadn’t gone through all that, I wouldn’t have run away and found you,” She replied gently.

Hunter blushed slightly. He hadn’t expected that she actually liked his company. Yet, she seemed to have. He smiled to himself as he watched the fire.

“And what about your toy?” He asked, motioning to the plush in her arms. 

(Y/n) blushed as she looked at her worn-out plush. “Oh uh… this is (plush’s/name). (He/she/it) was my favorite toy ever since I was little and I brought (him/her/it) with me. (P/n) reminded me of… better times…”

Hunter tilted his head with curiosity. “Did your… parents give it to you?” He asked nervously.

(Y/n) huffed and curled up on the hammock. “I bought it myself because they wouldn’t…” She muttered, squeezing (P/n) in her arms. 

Hunter smiled, “Well, Flapjack is my secret Palisman. I kinda go him myself too!” He said, motioning to the bird on his shoulder. Flapjack chirped happily as Hunter pet him.

(Y/n) lifted her head and giggled softly. “Same with my Palisman!” She summoned her palisman and it sat on her lap next to her plush.

The young male smiled, revealing the gap between his teeth. “I guess… we’re pretty similar, huh?” He asked, looking up to her. 

(Y/n) blushed. “I guess so…” She replied softly. She looked up at the sky, seeing the moon shine brightly through the night. “We should get some sleep, it’s already pretty late.” She said looking back at Hunter. She waved her finger to make a circle and created a hammock for Hunter.

“Goodnight,” She murmured as she laid on her side.

Hunter blushed again, “Goodnight…”

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Hunter shuffled in his hammock, feeling the warmth of the sun wash over him. The young male rose up, rocking the hammock with his movement.

“Good morning to you, Mr. Golden Guard,” (Y/n) sang. The male blushed, remembering where he was. Flapjack flew to his side and chirped happily.

“How long did you say you were staying?” She asked, looking at the male. 

Hunter paused as he looked around. “Well… I had thought about… maybe just a day or two but…” He looked around the small camp, and then to (Y/n). He blushed again and looked away. “I guess I’ll stay a while… besides… I don’t think Belos would care if I was gone…” He muttered softly.

(Y/n) frowned slightly, “Well that settles it, we’re fixing this place up.” She stood up and brushed her hands together, creating a large circle.

Within the clearing, she created what seemed like the platform of a house. She glanced back to Hunter. “What? You’re not going to help?” She asked, eyeing the male. 

Hunter’s face turned a dark red. He stood up and looked away, ashamed of himself. “I’m… I can’t… actually do magic…" He murmured softly.

(Y/n) set her arms down and walked back to him. “Why not?” She asked as she approached him. 

Hunter frowned. “I’m powerless. A lot of my ancestors were. That’s why I use a staff,” He motioned to Flapjack who flew to him. “Without Flapjack, I can’t do magic.” 

The red cardinal chirped again as Hunter pet him. 

(Y/n)’s gaze softened as she looked at him, “Well, don’t worry. Magic or not, you can stay with me,” She offered sweetly, looking into his magenta eyes. 

Hunter smiled, “Really? You don’t mind?” He asked nervously.

“Nah, besides,” She called her palisman over, “I could use some company, and so could you.” Hunter smiled at her, grateful someone wasn’t shaming him at last. “You’re still helping me though!” She sang happily as she created another circle with her palisman.

A wide grin spread across Hunter’s face and he laughed, summoning his staff. The two witches made multiple circles, using construction magic to create a new home for each other. (Y/n) waved her arms and Hunter followed, using his staff to solidify new walls, and create windows and floors. (Y/n) laughed as she danced with her magic, finally freeing all of her hidden potential. She created a new circle and decorated the new cottage with a beautiful, floral roof. 

“See! That was awesome!” She exclaimed as Hunter approached her. 

He laughed with excitement. “I’ve… never created something with magic. I’ve always just trained to fight and defend myself…” He murmured softly, looking at the home he created.

“See, this is exactly why I wanted to keep my magic- it has so many uses!” She motioned to the cottage. “Now we have a new home, together.” 

Hunter blushed lightly. That had been the first time she smile so much since he had come across her. He examined her face again, the beautiful smile that adorned it all. He caught himself staring and looked away hastily, glancing to the home he had built. Home… 

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The small demon kneeled before the Emperor. 

“Kiki Mora, where is the Golden Guard?” He asked boldly.

The small demon was tempted to growl in annoyance. “We do not know, Emperor Belos,” She confessed. “He has not returned since his last mission.” Thank Titan he hasn’t come back. Hopefully dead.

The masked Emperor gripped his throne with fury. “Find him. And bring him back. I cannot afford to lose my nephew and my best scout.”

Kiki Mora gritted her teeth in utter anger. “Of course, Emperor Belos. We’ll find him.”

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Weeks had passed since the witches first came across each other. Hunter had grown close to (Y/n) in the little time he had spent with her. 

He glanced at the girl before him in the market, blushing lightly as he admired her features. As he gazed at her, his Palisman chirped. 

“Huh?” As asked, not having heard him through his thoughts. The small cardinal chirped again, asking why he stared so intently at her. Hunter blushed madly, “SHH!! FLAPJACK DON’T SAY THAT!!” He cried out in embarrassment. The palisman sang another question. “Because,” He growled, “Maybe someone else might hear you…” He whispered aggressively. The bird continued to make a frenzy of calls and chirps, gaining (Y/n)’s attention.

She turned around and smiled, “Woah, sounds like Flapjack is excited to be out, huh?” She smiled at the two, her own palisman on her shoulder. 

Flapjack stared dead into (Palisman’s/name)’s eyes, knowing (she/he/it) had understood him perfectly. Hunter glanced at the two palisman and panicked. “CUT THAT OUT!” He cried, flailing his arm in front of Flapjack.

(Y/n)’s palisman glanced up to her and (sound)ed. “Huh? They’re just teasing each other? Well sounds like they’re having fun.” She smiled at the two before continuing through the market.

Hunter sighed with relief and followed her as she walked on. “So… what are we going to get?” He asked, looking around at the market. “Mother Titan… so many of these things are serious violations!” He cried out as he looked around. 

(Y/n) laughed, “Hunter don’t worry. It’s not so bad, we’ll be okay. Besides, we’re just here to get a few things so we can eat later,” She replied sweetly. “And my witch’s wool to repair (Plush’s/name).”

Hunter half smiled. Being with her had somehow become so reassuring, he knew he could do anything as long as she was with him. 

(Y/n) turned to her palisman as it (sound)ed again. She turned back to see Flapjack and Hunter still bickering and teasing each other. (Y/n) laughed lightly while the two ignored her. In the two months she had been alone, she had become certain that she was fine on her own.

She stared again at Hunter. But somehow, he had… grown onto her. She had never let someone get close to her in fear of them turning on her for being a wild witch. Yet, the Golden Guard seemed to be deeply interested in Wild Magic; in her. She blushed, shaking off the thought and going back to checking her stands. Her palisman (sound)ed once more. 

She looked down at (him/her/it). “Shh. Flapjack might hear you and tell Hunter,” She whispered to it. She glanced back to Hunter for the final time, admiring his features once more and smiling to herself. “Besides, he’s just… nice company to have around. He’s helpful- too. Nothing more…”

The two spent a while in the market, looking around, playing by the stands, and buying what they needed. Hunter had become more comfortable with going out, especially to busier places. Although at the end of the day, he always looked forward to going home with (Y/n). He blushed again as he glanced back at her as she tried to bargain with a demon.

A few stands back, a familiar shape caught Hunter’s eye. The male squinted and stared, feeling uneasy. He quickly recognized the shape and grabbed (Y/n)’s hand. 

“(Y/n) we have to go,” He muttered quietly. “I’ll explain on the way but we have to leave now.”

The young witch looked up at the male, ignoring the salesman. She noticed he was staring into the distance and turned to look. (Y/n) gasped, knowing the witches in the market all to well. “Uh- Um… Thank you, here are your snails-” She paid the salesman hastily, grabbed her things, and began to back away from the stand with Hunter.

“Do you think they saw us?” She asked nervously, staring at the ground.

“No, I don’t think they saw us,” Hunter replied as he looked back. “Besides, I don’t think they’d recognize us here with so many-” 

A blast of magic erupted beside Hunter, causing him to crouch forward in defense. The two witches snapped around to look at the scouts before them.

“I KNEW IT!” Cried a small demon, “I KNEW IT I RECOGNIZED THAT ANNOYING VOICE!” She pointed directly at Hunter.

(Y/n) turned to face Hunter who was scowling at Kiki Mora’s statement. 

“GET THEM!!” Kiki shrieked angrily. 

Scouts launched forward causing demons and witches to run in all directions. (Y/n) pulled out her staff and created a circle, casting an abomination spell and pushing the scouts back. 

“LET’S GET OUT OF HERE!” She cried out to Hunter. She grabbed his hand and began to run. The two made their way through the market, racing past empty stands and panicked witches. 

A sudden shot of magic hit (Y/n), causing her to fall. The young witch fell into a stand and slashed her arm with the rough surface. 

Hunter turned to look back and pulled out his staff, standing in front of (Y/n), attempting to protect her. Scouts flooded in from all directions and he eyed them wildly. He began to teleport, hitting random scouts behind the head or zapping spells onto them.

(Y/n) stood up and grabbed her staff, wincing from the pain in her arm. She watched as Hunter fought off scouts and ran forward to join him. 

As they beat the last scout, (Y/n) was swarmed with abomination magic.

“Well, well, who do we have here?” Kiki Mora sang, pulling (Y/n) forward. “Oh! You’re that little wild witch everyone has been after. Belos will be happy to see you’re the one responsible for the Golden Guard’s disappearance,” She smiled as she squeezed (Y/n) with the abomination magic.

A flash of golden light struck Kiki’s head, causing her to fall back. 

“C’MON!” Hunter shouted as he slashed through the abomination trapping (Y/n). He took her hand and pulled her away, tugging her free of her prison. The two ran forward before boarding their staffs and flying away.

Kiki Mora held her head and closed her eyes painfully. She exhaled heavily and looked up to see the Golden Guard leaving. So he’s with a wild witch. The Emperor will be happy to have him back soon…

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 The two had returned to their home, frightened by the attack. By the time they had returned, the night was near and they got ready to end their day. While (Y/n) stored the few things they had gotten from the market, Hunter had disappeared for a bit to “do something���.

The two witches sat around the fire (Y/n) had created. They watched the flames dance and flicker gently with the gentle breeze.

The male shifted around the fire nervously, wondering if it was a good time to bring it up. He glanced over at (Y/n) and blushed, wondering how she would react.

“Ummm… (Y/n)?” He squeaked, eyeing her nervously. 

The young witch looked away from the fire and met his eyes. “Mhm?” She hummed, waiting for him to continue.

Hunter sighed nervously, reaching beside him. He hesitated for a moment before he presented (plush’s/name) to (Y/n), blushing madly as he did so. “I- I- know we couldn’t find any witch’s wool today in the market so I thought I could fix (plush’s/name) myself…” He looked away nervously, his blush blazing across his face.

(Y/n) gasped and held her plush in her arms. “(Plush’s/name)! (He/she/it)’s good as new!” She smiled at the horrifying stitches barely holding together her treasured plushie.

She launched herself forward and hugged Hunter tightly. The young witch blushed even more, not knowing what she was doing. He hesitantly put his arms around her awkwardly and smiled, accepting whatever it was she was doing. 

After a while, she pulled away, a bright pink dusting her face. “Thank you, Hunter! You don’t know how much this means to me…” She held her plushie in her arms and studied it carefully. 

Hunter smiled. “You said it reminded you of better times, right?” He asked, staring happily at his atrocious work. 

“Yeah…” She murmured, setting the plush in her lap. “Yeah… before everything went bad…” She reached up her arms, setting her hands over dozens of scars and bruises.

Hunter shuffled next to (Y/n). He glanced at her bruises and scars, feeling helpless as he recalled how she had gotten them. This isn’t fair… she didn’t deserve any of that… Why does he think that wild witches are dangerous? She’s done nothing but help me…

“(Y/n)?” He asked nervously as he mustered up a plan.

(Y/n) raised her head to look at him, “Huh? Oh, yeah?” She murmured, somewhat distracted by her plush.

He glanced back at her scars. “Don’t you know how to do healing magic? I mean… do you know any spells?” He asked curiously.

(Y/n) smiled, “Sure I do,” She replied softly, “Here lemme show you.” She took Hunter’s arm and created a circle with her finger. “Like all magic, we start with a circle. Spells pretty much just come from here but… you need to focus on what you want.” She moved the circle to his arm, hovering over the scrape he had received from the fight. “And you just focus and…” He watched with amazement as his scrape disappeared, healing beautifully and completely. “Done.” (Y/n) took her hands away and smiled at Hunter. 

The male blushed slightly, “So you make a circle…” He used his staff to create a small, glowing circle. He breathed nervously, wondering if he should continue.

Hunter sighed and ungloved his hands. He held his staff with one hand and, with the other, he moved the circle to her arm. He brushed his fingertips gently over each darkened bruise, across every scar, slowly healing (Y/n)’s skin. She gasped as she watched all of her pain fade with his touch under the glowing, golden circle. Hunter kept his eyes fixed on her arm as he shifted and moved his hand down, too nervous to look her in the eyes. Despite all the time he had spent with her, he never dared to do more than hold her hand to simply tug her somewhere. He then took her other arm, blushing slightly as he continued to work, refusing to look inter her pools of (e/c).

(Y/n) stared in awe as all of the damage her parents had done disappeared. She had never bothered to heal her own wounds; it was pointless considering she would just receive more from her parents. It was meaningless to try and heal someone so broken, so shattered, so infinitely damaged. (Y/n) had accepted her scars didn’t care whether she remembered how she got them, if she relived every cruel moment. Yet she watched as Hunter erased the reminders of endless pain and suffering she had lived through. Hunter turned her arm over and pressed his fingers gently against a deep gash she had gotten that day. (Y/n) winced slightly but quickly realized that the pain disappeared. Hunter continued to move his hands down as he made every wound fade as he healed her, as he made all of her pain evaporate into nothing. He reached her palm and gently brushed her hand as he lifted his fingers away. 

“There,” He whispered softly. “Like that?” He asked gently, looking up to see (Y/n). 

She stared back at him with wide eyes, her lips parted slightly. Tears had begun to prickle her eyes as she realized what he had done.

Hunter smiled gently, “Oh, uh, missed a spot…” He murmured as he looked at her. He reached up and cupped her cheek, healing the cut her mother had caused. She flinched slightly but froze as his hand touched her face. His hand was warm and gentle against her cold and scarred face. He carefully traced over her, completely erasing the wound that had been embedded into her so harshly. He stared at her cheek as he worked while (Y/n) gazed into his magenta eyes. She felt her heart racing with anxiety, remembering the moment her mother had slashed her. She closed her eyes gently, chewing her lip as she cried silently, finally allowing the tears to flow. (Y/n) melted into Hunter’s touch, forgetting how her parents had hurt her, that not even her mother had held her like that, that her parents had never bothered to heal even the smallest scratch, that they were the ones responsible for each wound she obtained, that they had never been kind to her. Yet, here was Hunter, the Golden Guard, healing every wound she had: healing (Y/n).

Once the wound healed fully, Hunter pulled his hand away and finally shifted his view and looked at her. “There,” He murmured, “Your skin is beautiful, (Y/n). It deserves to heal and so do you. ” 

“I-I, Hunter…,” She stuttered, feeling as if her heart was breaking. No one had ever touched her face the way he had. No one had ever been there when she needed someone. No one had been kind to her… yet Hunter used a spell he could hardly perform to erase her past, to take all of it away, to heal her soul.

She looked at her perfect arms, tracing her fingers over her (s/c) skin. She reached a hand to her cheek and felt the smooth, unharmed face she hadn’t had for years. Tears began to burn her eyes, cascading uncontrollably down her face. (Y/n) looked into Hunter’s eyes, “Oh– HUNTER YOU’RE CRAZY!” She exclaimed, jumping forward and cupping his cheeks. 

“What do you mean cra- HEY- Mmmff!” (Y/n) pulled Hunter in, colliding her lips with his, kissing him repeatedly, not thinking or caring about anything. She felt her face burn with a wild blush, her skin burning like the boiling sea. She had fallen for Hunter long before, and he had finally broken her resistance in showing it. Hunter blushed madly, utterly confused and shocked by her actions. He let go of his staff, causing it to wobble and fall to the ground. The staff faded away and Flapjack flew up, setting himself on the windowsill.

(Y/n) pulled away, “Hunter– you’re insane! Why would you do that- why- why,” She tried to stutter something out through her tears. She wanted to ask, to know why he had stayed with her or why he had healed her. She gave up and kissed him again and again, pecking his frozen lips over and over again roughly. “Why did you do that?!” She exclaimed in bewilderment, tears trickling down her face.

Hunter blushed deeply and smiled sheepishly, “Why did you do that?” He murmured, dazed and mildly confused. The bright red spread to his ears as he asked.

(Y/n) laughed through her tears. She pulled him in again and smothered him in kisses. She continued to peck his lips wildly, never settling on a defined kiss. Hunter smiled as he watched her through half-closed eyes. He reached up and gently wrapped his fingers around her wrist, returning her kisses as she placed them on his lips. Her ears bent back slightly as she connected her lips to his over and over.

“Hunter, you’re insane!” She panted, kissing him again and again. “I can’t believe you!” She pulled his face closer to hers and dug her lips into his, finally settling into a kiss. Hunter closed his eyes and tugged on her wrists gently, wishing he could simply fade away into the kiss. He tilted his head, feeling a thousand new emotions he had never known existed. His heart raced with excitement and joy and his ears bent back as he melted away.

(Y/n) finally pulled away after a long while, “You’re crazy!” She exclaimed smiling. She held his face and stared into his eyes, “First you leave the castle, then you ran away with me, and then we ran away from the scouts, and…” (Y/n) stuttered, feeling tears returning to her eyes. “And then you had the audacity to heal my scars!” She muttered happily. She pulled him into another quick kiss. (Y/n) pulled away, leaving barely any room between her and Hunter “You witch, you’re insane!” She dug her fingers into him and kissed him, smiling through her tears. 

The male smiled through the kiss and pressed himself closer to her, nearly crushing his nose into her face. Hunter kissed her back, finally giving in to his love for her. (Y/n) furrowed her brows as she pressed her lips passionately against Hunter’s. 

(Y/n) pulled away and smiled. She looked into his eyes, creating a magic circle. She pressed it against Hunter’s scarred cheek and waited.

He sighed and shook his head, “Uh-uhh, it won’t work,” He murmured gently. (Y/n)’s circle broke and she looked into his eyes. Hunter pressed her hand against his cheek and looked at her. “That slash was caused by Belos’ outburst… his curse…” He exhaled heavily, “No healing magic can fix it; and it’s too old to be fixed anyways…” He smiled and looked up to (Y/n) who was frowning.

“I wish I could fix it but… It kinda just adds to who you are.” She leaned in and kissed him again. “Hunter?” She asked nervously. 

“Yeah?” He replied, staring into her (e/c) eyes.

“I love you, Hunter.”

The young male smiled, blushing as she reached for his cheek again. “I love you, (Y/n),” He murmured, leaning closer to her. He kissed her forehead sweetly, brushing his lips across her skin ever so gently. “I love you, (Y/n).”

The two kissed again and again under the moon, the soft fire lighting up the two entangled witches. They cuddled and kissed in each other's arms, forgetting the world and all of their scars, forgetting that they didn’t belong anywhere except with each other. 

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Hunter laid in (Y/n)’s arms. A month or so had gone by since they had sat around the fire. He smiled to himself, feeling ecstasy just from being with her. 

She smiled to herself, feeling him cuddle closer to her. She kissed the top of his head gently, feeling the gentle warmth of the sun overcome them. Despite having beds inside their cottage, Hunter and (Y/n) loved laying in their hammocks outside, in the same place they had spent their first night together.

Hunter hugged her tightly. “(Y/n)?” He asked nervously, waiting for a response. 

“Yeah?” She murmured sweetly, ruffling his hair lightly.

Hunter bit his lip for a moment. “Do you think things will be okay? I mean… Belos keeps saying that the day of unity is near, and the scouts are looking for us…” He broke off as he thought of their last encounter with them in the market.

“I’m not too worried about that,” She said, squeezing him in her arms. Hunter blushed and hid his face in her arms.

“Really? I mean- aren’t you a bit scared of what might happen when the day of Unity comes or if we’re caught?” He asked nervously, squeezing his eyes shut.

(Y/n) smiled and held Hunter close. “I’m not worried about anything as long as we’re together…” She planted a gentle kiss on Hunter’s lips, reassuring him completely.

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The two witches wandered around Bonesburough carefully. Ever since their last encounter, they had hesitated in going out anymore. However, due to their lack in materials, they were forced to return to town.

“You’re sure we should even be here,” Hunter murmured nervously as he eyed the stands. He squeezed (Y/n)’s hand as he followed her through the market. 

From the distance, a group moved forward, having focused on its target. The leader moved forward carefully, making sure the two witches hadn’t seen them.

Hunter shifted uneasily, knowing they were risking everything by simply going out. He looked around, hoping he wouldn’t see what he feared.

(Y/n) noticed his uneasiness and squeezed his hand gently. “C’mon, don’t worry. Even if they are here, I know we’ll be okay. We fought them off just fine last time,” She reassured him, looking into the male’s bright magenta eyes. 

He smiled at (Y/n), blushing lightly. “Okay,” He murmured, “But I still think we should be careful. You never know what type of witches you can run into in these markets…” He looked around at the products before them, walking through the market close to (Y/n).

Suddenly, Flapjack began to chirp wildly, crying out warnings to Hunter. The male snapped around and saw a group of scouts. 

“(Y/n)!” He shouted, summoning his staff, “THEY FOUND US!” He pushed her forward and the two began to run through the market, causing the same chaos they had before. 

“Oh, not this time you brat!” Kiki Mora shouted, sending a troop of scouts forward. 

Hunter dragged (Y/n) through a maze of witches and stands, turning sharply at each obstacle. “We have to get out!” He cried desperately. I can’t let them get her- not now that they know she’s with me-! 

(Y/n) turned around to see scouts following closely. She created a circle and summoned a wall of rock to erupt from the ground, blocking the way for the scouts. A sudden blast broke through it, knocking the scouts, (Y/n) and Hunter to the ground. 

“OH! NOT THIS TIME GOLDEN GUARD!” Kiki Mora shouted. 

ENDING ONE : A Gentle Goodbye

Hunter quickly summoned his staff, breaking through the ooze. “I don’t think so!” He smiled, grabbing onto (Y/n) and teleporting up through the air. He laughed and stared down at Kiki. “Byeeeee!!!” He waved mockingly before disappearing and zipping through the sky.

(Y/n) held tightly onto Hunter, slowly recovering from their encounter. He landed gracefully in front of their cottage, helping (Y/n) down.

“Oh, Titan! That was close,” He said, holding her hands. Flapjack returned to his normal state and chirped happily.

(Y/n) smiled nervously. “Yeah- we… we just need to be a bit more careful…” She murmured.

Hunter smiled. “Don’t worry. They won’t catch us!” He smiled and kissed (Y/n) gently. “I won’t let them get us, I promise.” (Y/n) smiled sadly, looking into Hunter’s eyes.

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Hunter slept peacefully in (Y/n)’s arms, holding on tight to her. She laid awake beside him, tears beginning to prickle her eyes as she prepared herself. She carefully rose out of the bed, making sure not to wake up Hunter. He, however, was much too tired to be woken up by anything. 

She stood up and placed her plushie in his arms. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around it and hugged it closely. (Y/n) smiled and walked away from the bed. She summoned a piece of paper and scribbled down a short note, leaving it by the window. 

(Y/n) grabbed her palisman and looked around, holding back tears as she ran away for the second time, closing the door gently behind her and disappearing into the night.

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Hunter woke up, feeling the sun brush his skin. He stirred around in the bed, expecting to see (Y/n). He sat up, confused as to why he was holding her plush and not her. 

“(Y/n)?” He called nervously, standing up and looking around. “(Yyyy/nnn)?” He called again, expecting a reply. 

Flapjack flew to the window and called over Hunter. “What’s this?” He asked, reaching for the paper under his palisman. He eyed it suspiciously before looking at it.

Hunter trembled as he read (Y/n)’s handwriting.

 Dear Hunter,

I’m sorry I disappeared the way I did. I didn’t want to but, I knew that if I spoke to you in person you’d never let me go.

Hunter I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to go but it’s for the best. I can’t be with you. I’m already being followed by scouts. I know you’re running too but you’d be in more danger if you were with me. I’m sorry but I had to do this- for you. I can’t let you be in danger like this. I love you too much to put your life on the line.

You changed my life. You gave me so much hope and love when I was sure nothing waited for me but a grave. Thank you, Hunter- for everything. I’m so sorry I can’t be with you now but… but maybe… Maybe one day in the future, once all of this is over! 

Thank you, Hunter. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Please stay safe. I know I didn’t get to spend much time with you but… I know I really loved you. I still do. I love you, Hunter. Stay safe for me, okay? I’ll find you again one day once this is all over. And thank you for fixing my plushie. I want you to keep it, so you can remember me by something until we meet again. I love you.

Love, (Y/n)

 Hunter felt tears burn his cheeks as his fingers slightly crumpled the delicate paper. Flapjack chirped worriedly as he looked up to him. 

He turned to face the bed, his heart sinking as he looked at (Y/n)’s plush, finally realizing why it had been in his arms.

Hunter swallowed back and controlled his jerking lips. “C-... C’mon, Flapjack…” He said, turning around as tears dripped away. “It’s just us now…”

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ENDING TWO: Everlasting Regret.

(Y/n) and Hunter were wrapped in abomination goo by a captain behind them. Kiki smiled and glared at the two. “We knew we’d find you here. I had my captain use an illusion spell to hide among the crowd. 

(Y/n) turned around and saw the captain in a white cloak, stepping closer to them. 

“Belos has been looking all over for you…" She sang, staring down at Hunter. “I bet he’ll be thrilled to see you with a wild witch!” 

Hunter gasped, feeling his heart begin to race. “N-no!” He cried, squirming in the goo. “NO! Take me but keep (Y/n) out of this! She hasn’t done anything wrong.” (Y/n) looked back and forth between him and Kiki, wondering what she could possibly do.

Kiki Mora cackled wickedly. “Oh… I’ll be taking you both in-” She laughed again, creating a shield around (Y/n) and Hunter and trapping them inside. “Who knows…” She muttered, turning around. “Maybe a new slot for Golden Guard will open up…” 

Hunter’s breath hitched. He felt his blood run cold as he and (Y/n) were dragged away to the castle.

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The two witches were brought before the Emperor. He stood before what appeared to be a broken door. He turned as he heard the sound of struggling and saw them. 

“Emperor Belos,” Kiki began, bowing before continuing. “I have brought back the Golden and the wild witch who took him in,” She stated, motioning to the two in the orb. The emperor smiled behind his mask and stepped down.

“Very good Kiki Mora. Thank you for returning them to me,” He stared into Hunter’s eyes. “You are dismissed.” Kiki bowed and left.

The orb broke and the two dropped down. Hunter stood up quickly, trying to hide (Y/n) behind him.

“Emperor Belos I can explain!” He cried out in panic, feeling his heart beat unsteadily. 

“Hunter, I’m very disappointed in you,” The Emperor muttered, taking off his mask. “You disappeared for more than two months, you ignored your duties and…” He glared at the witch behind him. “And you’ve spent all this time with a wild. Witch.” He spat, glaring hastily.

(Y/n) rose up and blocked Hunter from the Emperor’s view. “Leave him alone! He hasn’t done anything wrong!” She shouted, hiding Hunter away.

The Emperor smirked. “You’re right,” He murmured, “And to keep him on the right path I need to take care of something.” He lifted up (Y/n) and set her across the room with his magic. He sighed, shaking his head. “What a shame it had to come to this.” He stretched his arm and began a spell Hunter knew all too well.

“No, no, no!” Hunter cried, shaking his head violently. “Uncle Belos! PLEASE LET HER GO!” He screamed, lunging forward. 

The Emperor snapped around, his arm deforming and stopping Hunter. “Oh, Hunter. Look at what she’s done to you.” He turned back around to face (Y/n). “This is the only way I can make you understand.”

(Y/n) yelped out in pain, feeling her waist numb. “Hunter!” She cried out desperately, staring into his magenta eyes.

“(Y/n)! (Y/N)!!” He sobbed, reaching forward. “(Y/N) I’M SO SORRY!!” Hunter shook his head wildly, watching her die slowly before him.

She began to pant in panic, accepting it was her end. She had always feared petrification. It had been one of the tactics her parents had used to implement fear into her. 

And now, here she was. Being petrified for having fallen for the Golden Guard.

 “Hunter- no- don’t be sorry,” She positioned her arms, hoping Hunter would later understand. “Listen- you gave me everything I could have ever wanted. Don’t be sorry, please- I could have never been so happy if it hadn’t been for you,” Tears burned her eyes for the last time as she watched Hunter.

The blonde male stared at her, his mouth agape in horror. “No- NO- NO!!” He cried, watching her arms freeze in place. He wanted to save her, to disobey every rule he had ever followed, to take her away and forget the castle and the Emperor. Hunter froze, knowing he could do nothing. He had no magic to save her with. “No, (Y/n)!” He cried again. She’s going to die- because of me. Because I couldn’t stay here and do my job. 

She glanced down and smiled bitterly. “Just… promise me you’ll look after (palisman) and (plushie) for me, okay?” She felt her shoulders and neck numb. “And Hunter… Thank you for loving me. I love you too, Hunter.”

Hunter felt his heart sink as he watched her face begin to solidify. “NO! (Y/N)!” He tried to squirm forward and reach her but Belos kept him put. “(Y/N)! (Y/N) I LOVE YOU!!” He cried desperately. 

She smiled as she turned to stone, her tears ending suddenly. Hunter collapsed to his knees, trembling violently, tears cascading down his face. 

The emperor turned and glared down at him, setting his hand down. “Come now… You have much to catch up on, Hunter…” 

Hunter breathed heavily, sniffling as he looked up to (Y/n)’s petrified body, her arms in the form of an embrace and her eyes full of love. 

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Hunter stared at the petrified witch, reaching for her cold cheek. He rested his forehead on hers. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n)...” He whispered through a broken voice. “This is all my fault- If I hadn’t, ugh...” He sighed, lowering his head more as he felt grief take his strength.

He had returned to the castle hesitantly, longing to return to the cottage he had built with (Y/n). He had managed to take her palisman and plushie. Her palisman had become almost dormant in the days that passed. He sighed again, remembering her face when she saw her plush, wishing he could bring back her glowing, (e/c) eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). You would still be here if I hadn’t found you. If I hadn’t gotten us caught…” The Golden Guard began to cry, feeling no purpose to his empty life. 

 A/N: YAY IT’S DONE HAHAHA. Omygosh this took such a long time to get out. I’m trying to catch up on the requests but I take too much time writing. I hope you enjoyed it. Also AO3 deleted it a bunch of times while I tried to post it days ago :(

And just like, a little headcanon or whatever, I wanted to make this one-shot a bit more emotional. I hope it worked lol. Also, in this universe, Hunter feels very conflicted about wild magic and witches, especially after meeting the reader. Just a little random thing. Oneshots will continue to come out, surely but slowly. Thank you so much for requesting and reading!

-Deathlight Gato 

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This came to me in a dream 😮 abt to watch tmnt :3 posting this b4 hand, thanks for reading!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

TW ; Angst, mention of character death, COD MWII spoilers (yes it's true) umm idk

WC ; A little over 1k

Side notes ; Not beta read we die like men, Idk if i did his character right, but i need to get good because of how popular he is 😞 anyways hope you (cry) enjoy!

A knock on the door. Who could be doing that at four in the morning? Sleepy eyes blink open and you step out of your burrow of a bed.

"Coming!" You shout out, a small hope blooming in your stomach. Maybe it's finally the day, he promised he would come back. It's been a few months since he left, telling you,

"Now, don't worry love, it'll be an easy mission, slow and steady wins the race right?" Simon told you how his next mission might take a while, and you'll be apart longer then you've ever been. He wouldn't send letters , or messages. You knew how dangerous his military work was but you didn't know how many men wanted Ghost dead and buried. For that reason, it was like he never existed to you. Yet, traces remained, a specialty brand of tea always dormant in your cupboard, shirts too big for you hanging in the closet. You wore them often, making sure not to use all of them if not just to keep their scent as a reminder. A reminder you wouldn't dare to forget.

An older man, clad in military camo, sighed at your door as you opened it.

"Hello ma'am, sorry to bother you at such an early hour." He began, you shook your head, his body language and tone dampening the spark in your chest. It felt like flowers were blooming in your throat, making you unable to speak. You clear your throat.

"No, no, not a bother at all. Would you like to come in?" Best thing you could do was to be polite.

He nodded, walking into the house and taking his boots off. "I'm John Price, captain of the team your boyfriend, I assume was part of." He, now known as John, introduced himself as you beckened him to sit down at the table.

"Oh, yes, we're engaged, actually."

He seemed a bit astounded by that, chuckling. "I'll be damned."

"Is that unusual for him?" You sounded unsure, hands shaking the slightest bit as you poured water into the kettle. You set it to boil.

"Well, in our perspective, yes it was unusual."

The 'was' stabbed you, leaving you with no air. You quickly went to sit across from him, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why are you here, John?"

A darkness set behind his eyes, he took a deep breath. "Ma'am, I came to share some news." He seemed uncomfortable within your line of sight, your eyes burning into him. It felt like cold water being poured over your head.

"Don't.." You whispered, your heart squeezing.

"He's gone." The silence was deafening, John's low voice filling the air, "I'm sorry ma'am, Simon is dead."

You felt confused for a second, a second of denial, a second of bliss. Because Simon wouldn't do that. He promised you, promised that he would come back before your wedding day. He promised you would choose the cake, choose the theme, the colors you loved... together.

You stood up harshly, John didn't even flinch.

"No." A breathless whisper. Your heart began to split into fragments, the more he let it sink in, the more you wanted to rip your hair out, the more you wanted to throw your chair at John.

"He's not dead, John, he's not! He promised, oh God, he promised me.." Then the sobs came and you crumbled to your knees. Loud wails filled the room and you were sure the neighbours would be complaining later. You covered your mouth to mufflw your noises, hands raking down your face in disbelief.

You screamed, ragged breaths coming short and quick, continuing to cry your heart out.

John never knew what to do when he let a team members family know their loved one had died. After almost an hour of howling for Simon, your sobs had turned to weeps. The older man offered words of comfort, and in the background the kettle squealed.

"He was a good man. One of the best soldiers I knew."

You were too tired to respond, blankly looking at the ground. The kettles noise didn't faze you, so John stood. Striding to the kitchen, he shut it off and poured the water into the mugs already there. The teabags were also set in the mugs as well, he dipped one in and out before sipping it. He brought the cups to the table. John had to lift you and set you down on the chair. Your mind was reeling but, at the same time eerily empty. You couldn't think about anything but the words that left the captains lips earlier.

He's gone. That sentence repeated, again and again. He's gone. Simon Riley, your fiance, the man you loved for more than 5 years, is gone.

"He's.. he's gone." You whispered to yourself, sipping the tea. It was his favorite. Your heart clenched again, the urge to throw up strong. The mug was pushed away. John nodded.

"I'm... sorry."

You couldn't think, you could barely process his words.

"How'd it happen?" Your voice cracked, it was hoarse and raw from screaming.

"Burned. Shot and burned." Price simply replied and it made you ache. Had he no sympathy? The thought of Simon being burnt to a crisp, no longer recognizable made your pain heighten.

Did he think of you? When he felt the fire coursing through him, did he think of your smile? Your planned wedding, talks of adopting, growing old. You were eager, he was pessimistic.

But the truth is, he wanted it just as much as you did. When he was shoved into the pit, bleeding out, he thought of you. He thought of how wonderful it will be to have children, to finally say his vows. He thought how you would react when he finally came home, too delirious from bleeding to realize what was really happening.

He loved you, sometimes it was hard to tell. His guard always up, walls built of steel. But he did, that moment before his body succumbed to his injuries, he thought of how much he loved you and he didn't regret a single thing.

[reblogs are appreciated! (srsly i adore them)]

[lec743]

FNAF Fanfic (Bloody Flora AU)

So this is probably pretty angsty. I don’t know how angsty it really is because I feel like I padded it out with a lot of fluff, but you know, nightmares are a hard thing to swallow, especially when they’re based on a real life and death situation that you miraculously survived. @oobbbear do you think that your Y/N would have nightmares about their first meeting with Sun and Moon? I feel like they would. *******************************************************************************************

           You woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. The nightmare you had was already fading from your mind, but glimpses of what you saw keep poking into you. Blood. Pooled everywhere. Your ragged breathing. Fangs so white and sharp. Hungry eyes always staring at you.

           You sit up in bed and grip your pillow to your chest. You burry your face into the pillow and squeeze yourself against it as hard as you could, wanting the lingering images to go away. You look up and around your dark room. The shadows move around in your mind’s eye and makes you anxious.

           Throwing the blankets off yourself, but keeping the pillow to your chest, you head for your kitchen. Once in your kitchen you blind yourself with the lights and start making yourself a glass of water. Your hands shake a bit as it holds the filling glass, and you chug the water so hard some of the water runs down your chin.

           You wipe your chin off on the pillow and roughly put your cup in the sink. Gripping the counter with your free hand you take deep, almost calming breaths.

           Trying not to cry, you said under your breath, “It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

           Taking another deep breath, you turn around to head back to your room and Sun is there. His mouth was open as he was about to speak, and you could clearly see his fangs. You weren’t expecting to see him, and you involuntarily screamed.

           Sun’s ears flattened to the side of his head, and he covered them in pain as you screamed. When you were done, he uncovered his ears and asked, “I’m so sorry, Lavender. I didn’t mean to spook you. I just wanted to ask why you were up so late.”

           You were shaking but you were trying to hide it as you gave your Vampire roommate a small smile.

           “Y-yah. No. I’m,” your eyes start to blur, “I’m needed s-some water.”

           You hope that your sudden onset of tears isn’t noticeable, and you try to scootch pass Sun while hiding your face.

           “I’ll be going b-back to my room now.”

           As you try to go around Sun, you accidentally trip over your own feet and fall to your knees. You immediately feel clawed hands on your shaking shoulders.

           “Here, let me… Why are you crying?” Sun asked, concern heavy in his voice.

           The question made you wheeze as the tears really started to come down and between your sobs you said, “I don’t know!”

           The clawed hands left your shoulders and in the next second you felt wings wrap around you and half of your face was covered in black and neon orange fur. In your weeping state, the fur felt softer and more comforting than the pillow you were holding and soon you let go of it to burry your face and hands more firmly into the strangely colored fur.

           Your body shook with your sobs, but you felt Sun’s clawed hands rub gentle circles into your back and his chin rested on the top of your head. Sun’s body rumbled like he was purring, and you felt him rock you lightly as your crying continued. You don’t know how long you were crying, but it was long enough that your throat felt thick with phlegm and your eyes burned.

           Eventually, your sobs turned into ragged breathing and your ragged breathing then turned into sniffling. Still Sun continued to hold you close even though his furry chest was wet with your tears and snot.

           “Sorry for messing up your fur,” you mumbled.

           “It’s okay. Do you want me to let go of you now?”

           You lean into him more and shake your head into his chest. His hold on you tightens slightly. You like the feel of his wings around you, it’s like a warm blanket.

           “Do you think you know why you’re so upset now?”

           You sniff a bit and hesitate. You’re a bit embarrassed to admit anything to him or to Moon but maybe it will help you to talk it out. You don’t want to be afraid of your friends.

           “I,” you inhale shakily, “I think I had a nightmare where you and Moon were chasing me down… and then you two caught me and drained me dry.”

           “Ah…”

           “I-I know you two wouldn’t actually do that, my sleeping brain is just being stupid!”

           “Shhh,” Sun said softly, “I’m just sorry we’ve hurt you like that.”

           “Sun, you guys don’t have to be sorry. I already forgave you two. I know you two were just desperate.”

           “It still won’t make up for the hurt we caused you.”

           One of Sun’s clawed hands worked their way up to your head and started gently brushing your hair.

           “You do so much for us. Moon and I couldn’t be more grateful for your kindness and for your friendship. You mean the world to us. We understand if you have nightmares about us sometimes. So please, tell us if you have another nightmare. After watching all of Jackie Chan’s movies, I’m a master at Kung Fu. I’ll beat up Nightmare Sun with my super powerful Karate Chops!”

           You giggle at that.

           “And I’ll bring a wiffle ball bat to the head of Nightmare Moon,” Moon announced.

           Startled you pull away from Sun and look into your dark living room to see Moon squatting only a few feet away from you. His eyes reflected the light from the kitchen.

           “When did you get here!?”

           Sun said, “He’s been here since you started crying. I though you wouldn’t like being interrupted so I silently asked him to hang back for a bit.”

           “Can I join in the hugging now,” Moon asked you.

           “I would like that,” you said quietly as you rested your face back into Sun’s fuzzy and slightly damp chest.

           It wasn’t long before you felt another pair of wings wrap around you. Moon’s chin rested on your shoulder, and you felt the bell of his nightcap rest against the back of your neck. Then the two Vampire Fruit Bats started telling you about all the different ways they’ll defend you from your nightmares. Through cartoon violence, or by using their vampire powers, or by calling the imaginary police. Each suggestion got a giggle out of you and eventually you were relaxed enough that you were yawning.

           “Ready to go back to bed,” Moon asked.

           You move to stand back up as you said, “Yah. I should get go-Woah!”

           Sun had picked you up and was holding you princess style.

           “Sun! I can walk!”

           The neon orange and black Vampire started walking to your room as he said, “And let you walk when you’re tried. I don’t think I like the idea of letting you trip again.”

           Moon turned off the kitchen lights as they left.

           You huff, but you can’t help the smile that’s stretching across your face.

           “Besides,” Moon piped up as he held the pillow you brough with you, “We like carrying you. It’s fun.”

           “Do I weight anything to you two?”

           “Nope,” Sun said as he pushed open your bedroom door.

           “It’s like holding a couple of grapes with you,” Moon stated as he put your pillow back on your bed.

           Sun put you into bed and Moon tucked you in.

           “Thanks guys.”

           “It’s no problem at all,” Moon said with a smile.

           Sun then zipped his vest back over his chest.

           “Wait, did you purposely unzip your vest so that I’d cry into your bare chest?”

           “Yes.”

           “Why?”

           He shrugged, then said, “I thought you’d like to cry into something soft.”

           You chuckle at that, then said, “Goodnight, Gentlemen.”

           “Goodnight, Lavender/Moonflower” they said at the same time.

           As you settled into bed you heard your bedroom door close and soon you were peacefully back to sleep.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

The Juice Box Jubilee

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, YJ98, Titans

Summary: A mysterious girl walks through heroes' nightmares, and they band together to figure out why.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Cissie King-Jones, Grant Emerson, Roy Harper

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tags: Dreams and Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergent AU, First Person POV, Mystery Character(s), Confession(s), Found Family, Healing

Chapter One: mommy's hugs (Jason's POV)

I couldn’t see past the smoke, but I could hear her struggling and choking. “Mom!” I shouted. I tried to stand but couldn’t move anything below my chest. My stomach felt strange, like a foot that fell asleep. I dragged my body across the ground, screaming for her. “Mom!”

It was always the same. I couldn’t see my mom, but I could hear her. I wanted her to say my name and acknowledge that I was there. I wanted to hold her… But it was always the same. The smoke overtook me, and I’d wake up choking. I turned on my side, hacking until I could breathe again, and sometimes it got so bad I’d throw up. This time, though, I didn’t wake up. I felt a hand wrap around my fingers. “What do you want?” the little voice asked. I turned to see a girl in orange flower pajamas.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Why are you crying? What do you want?” she asked as if she were talking to someone younger than herself. What struck me wasn’t her presence. It was her question. I wasn’t crying at all.

“I want my mommy,” I answered. I covered my mouth at the sound of my voice. I sounded like a little boy again. And I was crying. I wasn’t on my stomach anymore. I stood a little shorter than the girl holding my hand… And she wasn’t holding my fingers anymore. I held hers. “I can’t find my mommy.” I hiccupped through my tears. I was so frightened that I’d forgotten I was an adult moments before.

“It’s okay… We’ll find your mommy,” she replied. She waved her free hand until the smoke vanished. I could see my mom in the corner of our apartment, sitting on the fire escape, and I let go of the little girl’s hand, running toward my mom at full speed with tears in my eyes. My mom caught me and held on tight.

“Jason,” Mom whispered as she showered me in kisses. I cried joyfully, weeping as she cradled me in her arms. “It’s okay, Jason… Mommy’s here.” I didn’t want to let go. I hid my face in her chest, and I could almost smell her.

I woke up in bed, a hand on my chest as I stared at the ceiling. “Fuck,” I breathed the word out. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. “Okay… Okay.”

I couldn’t shake the little girl’s face from my memory. She was so deeply concerned. Getting out of bed felt impossible. I had to force myself to get up… But it only made me feel worse. I sat up and immediately started to sob into my outstretched palms. It was the worst I’d felt in years. I couldn’t catch my breath.

I cried myself sick. It felt like I lost my mom all over again. But worse. I got to see the best version of her. I could almost smell her perfume. It was the same perfume her grandmother wore. Once I calmed down, I climbed out of bed and showered. The cold water shocked me awake and cleared my head, and I let the water trickle through my hair. I focused on my skin prickling with goosebumps under the icy water, letting it pull me out of despair. My phone rang, and I ignored it. I couldn’t get out of the shower. My dream shook me up in ways I couldn’t explain.

I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the wall as I slipped a sweatshirt over my head. My limbs felt heavy. I wanted to call someone and talk about it, but I didn’t know what I would say. My recurring nightmare finally had a happy ending, and I can’t shake the feeling that it shouldn’t have ended that way. I knew what everyone would say. They’d say I was finding a reason to be unhappy. Dismiss my real fears. My phone rang a second time. “What?” I snapped.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Barbara replied. I exhaled through my nose, trying to conceal my embarrassment.

“Sorry… I thought you were someone else. What’s up?” I asked. “Wait, why are you calling me from your cell?”

“It’s a personal call. Checking in,” Barbara replied. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to pull myself together.

“Do you still have the number of that therapist?” I asked. I ran a hand over my face, anticipating Barbara’s following questions.

“Yeah… I’ll send it to you right now,” Barbara replied, “I’m not going to ask why you want it. I am going to ask if it’s urgent.”

I sat with my thoughts for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer. “It feels urgent right now, but I had a bad morning. I should get off the phone-.”

“I get it… Bye, Jason,” Barbara replied. She hung up before I could reply to her.

I called the number Barbara sent me and held my breath when it started to ring. “Good morning, Dr. Andersen, speaking,” she introduced herself. I considered hanging up. “Hello?”

“I’m-. I’d like to make an appointment,” I whispered. The words made me feel sick.

*

Dr. Andersen was a few years older than Barbara. She had a pixie cut. Nothing too trendy or modern. It was more vintage than anything. I fiddled with an old toy clock sitting on her desk. I didn’t look at her directly. I studied her with a few calculated and indirect glances. I couldn’t tell her about my dream, so I started with my background. “I didn’t know my stepmom wasn’t my birth mother until I was fifteen years old. She passed away when I was twelve. My father passed away around the same time. They had a tumultuous marriage, and my mom was-. My mom was addicted to drugs. I couldn’t help her. So, I went into foster care, and then I got adopted. The adoption was-. I found out about my birth mom. Then, I met her, and she died too,” I explained.

Dr. Andersen nodded. “Which parent or parents are you having the nightmare about?” Dr. Andersen asked. She saw right through me.

“The stepmom,” I answered. I tried to be as impersonal as possible about it. Dr. Andersen saw through that, too.

She wrote something down. “How do you feel about that?” Dr. Andersen questioned.

“I’m usually fine. I have a few nightmares about my mom here and there, but the other day-. It was different. The nightmare was strange, too. I cried in my sleep, and when I woke up, I started sobbing. I couldn’t stop. I had to shower to clear my head,” I answered. The thought of the nightmare got caught in my throat, and I swallowed it like bile. “I should tell you about my nightmare and why I feel guilty… Shouldn’t I?”

I met eyes with Dr. Andersen. Her eyes were a cloudy color as they studied me. I could tell her mind went about a hundred miles per hour. “Did any of your parents have a funeral?” Dr. Andersen asked. I froze. No one ever asked me about their funerals.

“I’ve-. No,” I stammered. I wondered if it could’ve helped me process my pain. It wasn’t something that I talked about. But I found myself thinking about how strange it was that I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye to any of the people I lost. I couldn’t hear anything she said after I answered. My ears rang, my stomach ached, and I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t ground myself. It was like I fell into a pocket of grief. It was the first time I’d felt normal in over a decade. I felt like shit, but it made sense to feel like shit. I hated that it took twelve years to sink in, but it was a relief to know I felt something.

[ofainur]

— 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 , ( vanimóre & erulissë ៸៸ fluff ៸៸ angst ៸៸ erulissë's time in angband )

"Big brother!"

Crying her eyes out, the poor little Maia wraps her arms and fluffy pink wings around her small form. Her body shakes with her sobs as she clutches onto her poor knee. As though the pain from falling over was the worst she has experienced. And in a sense, for Erulissë's young mind, it was.

"Oh, come on poppy," smiles the aforementioned *big brother* as he gives a small jog and crouches down to her, to wrap his larger arms around her smaller form.

"Did the mean ground hurt my poor little sister?" Vanimóre croons, lifting the smaller Maia up into his arms who clings to his red robes and nods her head tepidly. "Y-Yes brother. . ." She whimpers.

The older carries her over to a seating, placing her in his lap and observing her knee. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes!" She sobs. "P-Please help. It hurts," rubbing her teary eyes with her little balled up fist, she looks at him with wide doe eyes.

Vanimóre takes the time to rub her back in gentle circles, seeking to calm down the little Maia. His free hand opens his fingers before her eyes. Within the palm of his hand flutters a small white butterfly. Almost translucent and glittering. It flies out of his hand, followed by another, and another — until a few of those fluttering wonders are dazzling Erulissë. Completely taking her mind off of the pain swelling her knee.

They fly around her. One landing on her nose whilst another brushes her cheek. As though comforting the little Erulissë.

"Better?" He asks, voice soft as he pushes some of her dark hair away from face. A smile rising to his lips when he sees her giggle and nod eagerly.

However, her smile soon falters and she looks at her brother with a small pout.

"What's wrong now poppy?" Vanimóre croons, poking her button nose gently and chuckling as she scrunches it. "When is big brother going to kiss the hurt?" She huffs, folding her arms and fluffing her wings. As though his inaction was the greatest offense in all of the timeless halls.

Vanimóre, placing a hand over his heart and gives her a silly smile. "Oh, forgive me for such a bad deed." With that, he presses a kiss to his two fingers before gently ghosting them over her knee. "Happiness?"

Her wide smile returns and she throws her arms around his neck. "Big brother is always the best. Always kisses the hurts away."

"And I always will."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"H-Help me. . ."

Oh, she had much more than just busted knees and a crying face. Blood stained her pink and white robes. Wounds littered her perfect skin — as she sits, strung from the chains that hold her wrists.

"Big brother. . . It h-hurts,"

Erulissë dares to look up at those once comforting crimson hues that stare down at her. Searching for the softness that was held for her once upon a time ago. "Please. . . P-Please help me. . ."

But he gives no response. His gaze as cruel and cold as ever.

"This has nothing to do with me."

Is all he says, turning from the weeping Maia. Her cries strike something within him. A pluck at a string in the heart he thought had turned black long ago.

"Y-You promised. . ." She whispers, her head hanging. "You promised. . . Th-That you would always take away the hurt. . ."

Vanimóre halts for a moment. Staring ahead aimlessly. His eye shuts. He cannot allow for weakness. Not again.

"You," he starts, barely casting his sister a glance over his shoulder. Shoving down each voice that screamed at him. Each urge to reach out and snap those chains. To fulfill the promise he made all those aeons ago.

Instead, his voice is null. Cruel like the world he once protected her from.

"Are calling for the wrong person."

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