#But in the end he would decide it's safer to terrify him into silence

[pianokantzart]

Impromptu

Quick one-shot based on the body-swap concept by @elitadream because you guys know I had to write something. It was inevitable.

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____________ “Psst. Princess.” Princess Peach was deep in thought when she heard someone call out to her from the nearby window. Despite the distinct familiarity of the voice, she couldn’t help but let out a little gasp, nearly dropping her tea as she turned to see Luigi clinging to the branches of the tree outside of her bedroom. That tree, “The Mario Tree” she had taken to calling it, was tucked behind an old vine-covered wall in the inner courtyard, out of the way of anyone who wasn’t thoroughly familiar with the garden. Mario had climbed it to reach her window a number of times at her beckoning, so that they could speak for a moment in perfect privacy. Strangely enough, she always felt safer with that window open and that tree in view.

But now, it was Luigi dangling from the branches, his arms and legs wrapped awkwardly around a drooping limb like his life depended on it. When he realized the Princess saw him he shuffled closer, and flung himself from the tree to the window sill like an unsteady kitten.

He seemed unusually clumsy tonight, weary and exhausted as Peach grabbed his shoulders to ensure gravity didn’t send him tumbling to the ground below. When Luigi's feet touched the floor of the bedroom he hunched over, clutching his knees as he breathed heavily. “Thank you.” Peach smiled, but felt little amusement. Luigi was trembling terribly, like something horrible had chased him up that tree. 

Mario's little brother was not a particularly spontaneous individual. He knew he was welcome to use the front door, and would have done so gladly unless the situation prevented it. Princess Peach glanced around, looking for some hint as to what to blame for Luigi's current state, but seeing nothing she took him by the hand and made an effort to lead him to the small tea table near the bed. “Come, sit down.” But Luigi pulled away, opting instead to spin around and shut the curtains behind him. “I can’t. I can’t be seen here… he…” he stuttered, “It’s Mario, but it’s not Mario… he’s not Mario.” It was a message he needed to relay quickly– but he couldn't quite figure out how to explain it. What proof could he give to elevate his word above that of the most trusted man in The Mushroom Kingdom? What evidence could he provide that the doppelganger couldn't effectively explain away? That he hadn't explained away? He stammered for a moment, getting out nothing but fragments of sentences, when he felt Peach's hand on his shoulder. “…I know.” Luigi froze, caught off guard by this reply. “You know?” “Well... I suspected." Peach corrected herself in a whisper, adopting Luigi’s hushed tone. "I’ve only seen him at a distance as of late, but he has been acting strange. I could sense something was wrong, but I couldn’t put a finger on what, and I could never get ahold of him to inquire about it.” Indeed, Mario had been more ever-present, yet more avoidant than ever before. He seemed to drift in and out of locations like a ghost, wearing an expression that mimicked his old kindness like an ill-fitting mask. Then, there had been strange goings-on in her castle; troops being shuffled about without her command, frequent miscommunications between guards, strange little incidents were never properly investigated, doors left open when they should’ve been shut…

Princess Peach was about to explain this, when she suddenly felt herself wrapped up in a hug, Luigi’s face pressing against shoulder. Surprised as she was, her heart ached at the sensation, the desperation in the gesture speaking volumes about what Luigi had been experiencing for the past few days. Peach was on the verge of returning the hug, when Luigi backed away as suddenly as he had embraced her, red with embarrassment, hands tucked to his chest. “S-sorry. I’m sorry. That was out of line. It’s just, I… I thought nobody would believe me.” His gaze drifted to the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. This was a common tic of his, but as Peach took in the shy gesture her eyes widened. There were dark bruises on his throat. She had glimpsed them when he had first climbed through her window, but at that time she had assumed it was merely the shadow of the tree leaves in the light of sunset. Now, with the curtains shut and the lamps lit, there was no mistaking it. She gingerly lifted a hand up and brushed her fingers against the injury. Luigi winced, but made no motion to stop her, tilting his chin a little as he felt the light tingle of healing magic, The Princess slowly fading the marks to nothing. “He hurt you.” “No more than I’ve been hurt before. It’s Mario I’m worried about. The real one.” Luigi shrugged. “He said he’d kill him if I tried anything, but if Not-Mario is who I think he is… I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.” Peach nodded. Luigi did not need to elaborate, they were both thinking the same thing: if not The King of The Koopas himself, the imposter was no doubt someone working under his command. At last, Luigi was calm enough to allow himself to be ushered to a nearby chair, where Princess Peach sat him down and searched him over for further injuries. She found nothing life threatening, mostly bruising, the worst of it being a large, swollen lump on the back of his head. In most situations, she would have opted to mend the wounds traditionally rather than use healing magic, but there was more that needed to be healed here than simple physical injuries, and as Princess Peach gingerly undid every wound Luigi's shivering slowed, and his breath gained a gentle, steady rhythm. “I’m going to go to The Darklands.” He said after a time, “If I don’t find Mario there, then maybe I’ll at least find answers.” “When do you leave?” “Tonight.” “Good.” Peach brushed off her skirt and rose to her feet, her hands cupped determinedly in front of her. “I’ll join you after I inform Toadsworth about what is happening. Wait for me at The Grasslands Outpost.”

Luigi stood up, appearing surprised and concerned in equal measure. “Your Highness?” “Toadsworth is clever, he should be able to cover for me and keep things in order until we get the real Mario back. Besides…” She reached out and gave Luigi's hand a reassuring squeeze, “… I’ll be a lot safer with you.” Luigi was startled by the affirmation, looking down at the hand that gripped his like a lifeline. He nodded, lifting his free hand to give the brim of his hat a sharp, confident tug. “Thanks. I… I won’t let you down!” Princess Peach gestured for him to lower his voice, and Luigi let go of the hand to clamp his palms over his mouth. They both stood perfectly still for a few seconds, examining the surrounding darkness, ears pricked for evidence of eavesdroppers. When they were both content that they were truly alone, Luigi crept back to the window and leapt to one of the branches. He climbed down as quietly as he could manage, not taking his eyes off the princess the entire way to the ground. “Please be careful,” he called up in a whisper. “You too, Luigi.” Peach called back quietly, and once she saw him disappear into surrounding garden she took hold of the shutters, looked around one more time for anything amiss, and cautiously clicked her bedroom window closed.

[talaok]

Hi!

I have a joel request

Ok so reader is with Joel from Boston, maybe Tess introduced them, but they’re end up taking a liking to each other and don’t tell Tess.

Reader ends up pregnant (remains a secret between Joel and her) but she joins them on the quest with Ellie and to Tommy.

They meet Haney and Sam and Joel is extra overprotective of reader all the time, maybe she’s around forth month and just slightly showing, enough for Henry to catch on

Pt. 2

You didn't know exactly how or when it had started, it kind of just... had.

The Boston QZ wasn't an easy place to wander alone, so when Tess had offered you some company, you hadn't refused.

Since you were both smugglers, after some time she had introduced you to who you believed to be her partner, to work together for a job. As it turns out, Joel Miller wasn't her boyfriend, what he was, however, was a man of few words.

It wasn't easy at first, you kept asking him questions and he kept answering with no more than a grunt or a mumbled yes or no.

You were sure he despised you or was just unnervingly indifferent to you.

But then one day, something changed.

He had asked you to help him out with a job, and of course, you had agreed, completely conscient of having just condemned yourself to hours of endless silence.

But that's not how it went, not at all.

He had spent the night asking you questions, and thanks to some kind of miracle, even answering yours.

You had talked and talked for hours, and that night, the man who up until that point you believed to be just a ruthless survivor, turned into a kind, fun man.

You had asked him about that night months later, and after a bit of pressuring he eventually confessed:

"I don't know, I guess I finally decided that I had spent enough time punishing myself... and I was tired of seeing your pretty face frown each time I pushed you away"

Things after that night changed, you started spending more and more time together, until well... that's all you wanted to do.

He showed you part of himself he kept hidden, and you did the same until you both knew every good and bad and sad of each other. Until there was nothing to hide anymore.

It's weird... finding love at the end of the world, and yet, you'd done it.

And as happy as you were, you were both terrified too.

In the world you lived in, love wasn't just love anymore, it was weakness,

it was the possibility of losing everything again.

And the fear only grew stronger when you found out you were pregnant.

There were so many things to be scared of, the practical part, having to deliver a child in a world where zombies roamed the streets, having to be a good mother, not knowing how to be a good mother, and then finally... having to tell Joel.

You saw the fear in him too, when you finally told him, you saw the paralyzing fear flash before his eyes, and then, like magic, you saw it all melt away.

He had hugged you for what felt like an hour, feeling so many things at once he had no idea what to say.

Until, finally, leaning away, he had made you a simple promise:

"I love you. And I'll protect you, if it's the last thing I do I'll protect you, both of you"

You chose not to say anyone, not even Tess. It was safer and easier. When the time would have come, you would have said something, but then Ellie came along.

Joel had begged you with everything he had to stay in Boston, to not follow him and Tess, and to forget about him if he was to never come back.

But you had fought back with the same intensity. You had told him the truth. That you couldn't do it without him, that he was the only person you trusted.

"fine" he had sighed, after you had given him a headache "but don't do anything stupid"

And at that, you had smiled "When have I ever?"

Now everything had changed once again, Tess was dead.

You would expect it to get easier, loss... but it doesn't.

you never told her, she never knew, and now she'll never know.

You were four months pregnant, shirts had just started getting tighter, and your brain fuzzier.

you still hadn't told Ellie. For some reason it felt like the moment you did, everything would become real, and your luck would run out.

You had "met" Henry and Sam along the way, Joel wasn't a big fan, but you liked them, especially Sam, he was a smart boy.

You had walked in the tunnels all day until you stumbled across an underground settlement.

"Can we rest here for a while?" Ellie asked after she and Sam found one of the awful comics they apparently both loved "There's like- actual shit to do here"

"wouldn't be so bad to wait the light out a bit" Henry intervened, feeling the need to explain himself better when Joel shot him a look "safer in shadows when we pop back out on the other side"

He wasn't convinced, you could see it, and your feet were killing you, so...

"please Joel" was all you needed to say to change his mind.

"fine" he sighed "Just for a while," he said, before walking to you.

"Are you all right?" he asked, worry evident in his tone

"I'm fine, I'm just tired"

"did you eat enough?"

You smiled "I did"

His eyes fell to your belly for a moment "Here" he said, reaching in his pocket for some food he had in a napkin "Eat this"

"Joel..."

"I don't need to eat tonight, don't worry"

"you do need to" you protested, trying to give it back

"no" he shook his head "what I need is for you to be healthy"

You bit down a smile as you put the food in your backpack "Y'know... I miss kissing you"

"I kissed you this morning"

"yeah well..." you pouted

"I know," he said, as his thumb stroked your arm "I miss it too"

Ellie's laugh brought you both back to reality.

You grinned, watching as she talked to Sam.

"I better go see what she's up to," you said "wouldn't want her to teach the poor kid all the bad words she knows"

Joel's lips twitched into a small smile "We'd be here for hours" he joked, making you laugh "Try to rest, ok?" he said, more seriously now.

"Yes sir" you mocked "you too"

Something traveled between your eyes before you went your way.

Joel watched as you sat with the kids, and decided to sit next to Henry, he owed him some sort of apology.

"If you were collaboratin' to take care of him, I shouldn't have said what I said. I don't know your situation. And I'm not saying they should let it go, but... all things considered, seems kinda cruel to send a whole army after you for that" Joel spoke, his eyes not leaving you. He knew damn well he too, would do anything for you or the baby.

"You know, I wasn't exactly telling you the truth before, about me not killing anyone," Henry said after some time, as he started telling Joel everything, about Kathleen's brother, about Sam's sickness... everything.

"I am the bad guy because I did a bad guy thing," Henry said, pain and frustration tracing his words "but you get it though. you might not be her father, but you were someone's... and you're gonna be someone's"

Joel's jaw twitched, and he tightened his fists as he stared at the man.

How does he know?

"I see the way you glance at her whenever you hear a noise, I see how you always get her behind you," he explained, without needing to be told to "The first thing you said when we woke you up with guns pointing at you was, - don't point it at her-" Henry recalled "plus" he smiled "she's the only one you listen to"

"don't worry" Henry said, noticing Joel's look "I won't tell"

They both turned in your direction, as they heard you reading the comic aloud.

Both the kids were looking at you, completely hypnotized.

"she'll be a great mother"

"I know," Joel said "I know she will"

— ��

Pt. 2

[zelphin124]

LCB-3: Chapter 6

Oooooooo the party's first abnormality! I wonder how it's going to go... (not well).

Masterpost Chapter 5 <--> Chapter 7

~o0o~

Jekyll didn’t know what to say after the moment of silence passed between her and the veteran. 

She glanced around at the others; Mallo was nowhere to be seen with Mark’s body. Perhaps she traveled too far into the darkness where Jekyll couldn’t see. Lenore and Pen were quietly conversing next to Dante, who rubbed his hands together before moving to speak to the group. Jatayu followed suit, observing his surroundings the best he could amid the black cloud that prohibited sight. 

“Right, that situation has been dealt with,” Dante’s flames flickered on his head in a pattern of stress; the manager wasn’t taking the situation well. “Hopefully Mark is…” He paused, rubbing his hand on his clock face, adjusting the handles to get a speck of dust out of them. “Who am I kidding? No, he won’t be accepting of this chosen punishment… Hopefully, we don’t have to keep him like that for long… Does anyone have any suggestions on where to go next?” He changed the subject as if to relieve his mind of the anxiety the thought of Mark brought him. 

Shouldn’t you be telling us where to go? Jekyll thought to herself. You’re the manager, after all. 

Something pricked in the back of her mind. Jekyll had a hunch it was Hyde, but the freedom she had in her mind with the ID was reliving… and terrifying. She hadn’t felt this way in… Well, I can’t even remember the last time my thoughts weren’t shared. 

“I would thus suggest we try to go through the door the drone was barricading and locking, before continuing to press down the corridor,” Lenore suggested, walking next to Dante and away from Pen. 

Jekyll turned around, glancing at the door. She hadn’t realized the wall was locked by the drone, which now lay in the rubble. What could it be trying to keep in there? Perhaps it might be good if we saw what they are hiding. 

Locked doors always hold secrets behind them. 

“It is an abnormality door,” Dante informed, also walking up to it. “It is used to contain them. Though… I don’t know which one it is. I do know there should be one behind this door, I can sense it.” 

“Aren’t we supposed to hunt them, too?” Pen asked. 

“We… are expected to put them down, yes,” Dante answered, sighing. “Or, suppress them, that’s the formal way to classify it. The LCCD will clean up after us, taking the egg to a safer place than this.” 

Pen took this knowledge to heart, grabbing the door handle and trying to shove it open. It didn’t budge, as the welding around its opening was done skillfully. “It’s a door of containment…?” He muttered again, trying to figure out what was going on. 

Jekyll was curious herself, but couldn’t put her confusion into words. Did this door have an abnormality behind it? Was it anything like the ones they fought back on the bus? She had never seen one before but heard rumors about them all the time. The contract she signed to join Limbus Company talked about them a lot; immortal beings forged around a concept that they cannot change. 

But what did that mean? 

Jatayu tried his share at opening the door, humming to himself. He tried investigating it. “Hmm… I do think I can infer… that this door has been welded shut very tightly.” 

Jekyll couldn’t decide whether or not to suppress a laugh or to stop her hand from slapping her face. 

“Can we force our way through?” Pen rested the blunt end of his spear on the doorknob, moving it back and forth as if to aim and break it. 

Jatayu’s face was one of perplexion. “Can you bust through several inches of steel?” 

“I can always try,” was the hunter’s reply. 

Jatayu stepped out of the way, bowing slightly with a strange look on his face. “Be my guest,” he gestured to the door. 

Pen took his spot and tried to peer through the door gap. Jekyll guessed he couldn’t see anything on the other side due to his next action being wedging his spear into the gap, trying to pry the door open. He was unsuccessful, and the door refused to falter. Pen’s face flattened as he turned to the group in disbelief. “Who’s going next?” 

From the shadows, Lenore came into the light of Dante’s flames. She didn’t hesitate to strike the door with her rapier with full force. 

Jekyll was surprised the door was dented versus her rapier. In her years of studying, that wouldn’t make sense. However, she succeeded in denting the door, piercing through a few layers of steel. However, it failed to cave in and stood fastened to the floor. 

If we continue to try, we could bust through it… Jekyll ran her hand along the door’s crevices. But I don’t know if we have that time… Jekyll glanced around nervously, listening for anything on the other side.

“Oh,” Dante began, clasping his hands together and rubbing his thumbs. “Are we prepared for this? We don’t know what’s on the other side…” 

Pen rolled his eyes. “Worst-case scenario, we die. As long as you don’t, Dante, we will be fine.” 

Jekyll narrowed her eyes. You sound like Mark. “W-Well Dante,” Jekyll shook her head and faced the manager. “If we have the right IDs, we can handle it… Besides, if the drone was locking this up, it likely doesn’t want anyone else to obtain what’s inside. They are our enemies, so it very much could be something useful.” 

“The drone could’ve been locking the door up for safety, too,” Dante countered. “Abnormalities are no joke.” 

“Let’s just hunt them already!” Pen raised his voice, a wave of frustration escaping his tongue. “We are supposed to hunt abnormalities, so let’s hunt this one.” 

Dante nodded afirmedly. “Very well!” His voice also echoed through the halls. “Everyone! Assault and break down that door!” 

Jekyll raised her hands, about to smash the bust of the gun into the wall before pausing. Wait… guns are vital and incredibly expensive in the city… I shouldn’t treat it as if it’s easy to come by… She sighed. But my fists won’t work either… “Is… there a better ID for me to use, Dante?” She laughed nervously, scratching her neck. “It’s just… guns are super expensive and I don’t waste to damage this one. They aren’t good at bashing down doors.” 

“Oh!” Dante slapped his head. “Yeah, I have some prepared!” The manager proceeded to pull out a stack of cards through his jacket, flushing them out like he was playing poker. His head turned side to side as he looked through them. “I recently got a new one for you, actually.” 

Jekyll felt as if the manager smiled as he said that. 

Dante pulled out a card near the end of the stack and waved it in front of Jekyll from head to toe. Consequently, a light smoke briefly surrounded Jekyll as her ID transformed. The weight of the large backpack was lifted from her shoulders. It was replaced with a white cloak and white pants. Jekyll felt her hair grow in length, and parts of it were dyed red. Large, silver shoulder pads accompanied her outfit as a white cape flew behind her. A signature necklace and silver boots were a few of the finishing touches on the new outfit. 

Jekyll glanced down. Wait… this isn’t white… 

Her outfit was white, but it was hard to tell under the many, many streaks and stains of blood all across her outfit. In her hands was a large ax, also dripping with blood. The only color Jekyll could make out was the red and gold that complimented each other. She rested her hand on her face; scars and bruises were all across her cheeks. She noticed quickly how she was missing an eye. 

Jekyll’s eye. 

Suddenly, Jekyll felt something clap over her mouth. It was as if she was tied up and thrown into the back of her mind. Her mouth was gagged and her limbs were bound to the floor. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could only watch in the background what was happening outside of her body. She was helpless and had no control; she was shunned, and silenced, as if she didn’t even exist in this body’s brain. Jekyll panicked, not used to this feeling at all. However, not even her thoughts were heard in her own head. She wouldn’t be able to give her input whatsoever.

What– Hyde’s thoughts ran through the air, shocked she could finally speak. Hyde took over the body with ease as if this particular body had only been Hyde for a very, very long time. 

Hyde took a moment to take in reality before staring at Dante. She opened her mouth to ask questions, then closed it. This happened a few times, and she couldn’t figure out what to ask first. She winked, feeling the missing eye. For some reason, it didn’t feel unusual as if it had never been there. 

Why the hell wasn’t I able to say anything in that other ID?! What the heck is this body? And… why do I feel a burning hatred towards the manager? He doesn’t deserve this level of anger from me, he’s not even worth that. 

Dante let out a soft train horn. “Oh no! Hyde!” 

“Hi,” Hyde titled her head and smiled wickedly, adjusting the large ax in her hand. “I have many questions…” She paused, sighing. “Mm… nah, it’s not worth my time.” 

Lenore seemed the most shocked out of everyone in the group. Her face was filled with pure horror, especially when her eyes locked on the Nagul Und Hammer symbol on Hyde’s cape. “Where’s Jekyll…?” She barely muttered. “Isn’t she usually in charge?” 

Hyde laughed, a surge of glee and delight running through her veins. Not anymore. I don’t even hear her! A new set of memories filled her mind. The memories told her this ID’s story… and who else was involved. Oh, how cruel and glorious… 

“This ID says Hyde,” Dante glanced at the glowing card in his hand. He handed it to Lenore, his flames cracking in anxious intervals. 

“Dante,” Hyde snapped. 

Dante shuddered at her call, his head barely above his shoulders as he shrank back. “Y-Yes?” He stammered. 

“You’re still my lifeline, I suppose?” Hyde narrowed her eyes, subconsciously gripping her ax tighter. The inner rage she felt towards the manager had nothing to do with his personality… rather the clock on his head. Weird. I didn’t think anything of it beforehand, but it would look better on a stick. “Don’t make me mad, I have the strong urge to kill you because of that stupid clock on your head, I don’t… really know why.” She smirked. “I don’t need a good reason to not want to, though.” 

Lenore’s face drained of color, she stepped back mortified as her eyes went wide, looking back at Hyde. “What the hell happened to you?” Her voice shook with fear; Hyde could tell she had some sort of personal horror and inside information with this type of ID. “The one who shall grip… I didn’t expect you to be something THAT bad…” 

You have no idea, Hyde laughed as she stepped forward, staring Lenore down with daggers for an eye. “You don’t say.” Her smile was wild. “Hyde is Hyde, all the same. Just with a hell of a ton of memories, I don’t recall happening and…” Hyde snapped her glare back at Dante. “Some uncanny hatred towards you.” 

“T-T-That makes sense for w-what you are,” Lenore stuttered, struggling with her words. She didn’t like this situation at all. It was evident her mind was at war, and she had a hard time pulling herself together. “That… wasn’t appropriate of me, just please don’t kill the manager…” 

A bell rang in Hyde’s mind, drawing a particular new memory from this ID to her attention. “Why not?” Her face was filled with a chaotic, psychopathic glee. “Do you not hunger for blood like I? The version of you in this ID’s world would have,” she stopped to laugh. “Immediately, even! You wouldn’t hesitate to stab Dante through the skull! Why don’t you bring that version of Lenore in?” Hyde turned to Dante, her tone more demanding than asking. “It would be so much fun to bring her in~” 

“N-N-No surely not, that can’t be true,” Lenore exhaled a shaky breath before her eyes furrowed. Something steered in her soul, and curiosity got the better of her. “Screw it, I want to see…” 

Hyde smirked. Perfect. I’m going to thrill at watching her world collapse before her eyes. 

Dante didn’t object; he pulled out the other two Nagul Und Hammer IDs and waved them in front of Jatayu and Lenore. He then stood back, watching the transformation happen.

The Cinq ID fell away from Lenore’s body and was immediately replaced with an outfit similar to Hyde’s. The gold shimmered under the blood staining her white garments, and her face became more scarred and crazed like Hyde’s, part of her hair dyed as well. It was clear that Lenore’s outfit was the beholder of the title One Who Grips. “Ah,” was all she uttered as the outfit and memories set onto Lenore. “Hyde,” she smiled, nodding her head. “It’s good to see you.” 

Hyde raised her head in pride, slightly surprised by how proud she was to follow Lenore as a leader in this world. “Likewise.”

Lenore turned her attention to the rest of the party before immediately grabbing her weapon as her voice raised at Dante. “A heretic, in our party?!” She snarled, the weapon in her hands spinning around. “You must die!”

Dante stood up straight, surprised. “Wai–”

Something struggled in the back of Hyde’s mind. She watched as Lenore lunged for the manager, aiming for his head. She sighed. You uncontrolled impulsive freak– She didn’t want to step in, but the fact of the matter was that Dante was their lifeline. 

And she wasn’t going to face death again today. 

Hyde zoomed in between Dante and Lenore, swinging her ax with great precision and skill. She knocked Lenore’s attack out of the way and shoved Dante out of the way towards Pen, facing Lenore head-on as she took the blow. 

The look of betrayal on Lenore’s face was ravid with rage as she grabbed Hyde’s shoulder and flung her into the wall, hissing at her. The crunching impact echoed through the halls. “I can’t believe you! My most loyal henchmen protecting a filthy heretic? What’s gotten into you?!” 

Hyde winked, laughing as the debris from the wall slam settled around her. Wait for it… Base Lenore should kick in any time now… “Was gouging out one of my eyes not enough suffering for you?” Hyde sneered and mocked. “I told you; you hungered for blood as much as I did in this world.” 

Lenore’s gaze faltered, and her crazed look disappeared immediately. 

There it is. Hyde smirked with glee, about to savor the next few moments. 

Lenore immediately dropped Hyde to the ground, backing up uncontrollably and collapsing onto the floor. She dropped her weapon and stared at her blood-covered hands as they shook violently. She curled up into a ball, her eyes darting back and forth as her breath quickened. Tears streamed from her eyes. 

Hyde immediately got up from the floor, her head high as Lenore’s pain fed her psychopathic need for suffering. The way Lenore panicked when conflicting with her ID was addicting. It was similar to an adrenaline rush one would get watching a horror movie; Hyde didn’t want the sensation to end. 

“This isn’t…” Lenore muttered under her breath, her breathing getting faster by the second. “This isn’t me, Dante,” she looked at him desperately, begging him for help. “Dante this isn’t me… is it?” 

It took a moment for the manager to assess the situation, ensuring the threat to his life was no longer present. Without a word to anyone else for protection, he walked up to Lenore and offered her his hand as she sat on the floor. The light on his head followed him, dimming everything else around him except for him and Lenore. “No, this is not the real you, Lenore. This is just you in a different world, in another reality, under different circumstances.” 

Lenore hesitated before taking his hand, and Dante hoisted her up onto her feet. She sighed, immediately calming down at the warmth of his presence. “Thank you… I can’t believe this is what I become in some other world…” 

Hyde, standing behind Dante and semi-facing Lenore, crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. Ugh, resolution. Pathetic. 

“I need to take control of myself,” Lenore continued, much to Hyde’s disapproval. “If you wish to punish me for my actions, manager, I completely understand.” 

Hyde couldn’t hold back her laughter. It was odd to watch Lenore act this way with all the memories of the equipped ID. Ridiculous, even. It was unlike her. It’s the stupid base ID leaking through. 

Lenore took a step away from Dante as she walked up to Hyde, holding her breath. “I have a lot of memories with you, in this ID…” She began. “We did a lot… a lot of bad things.” 

Hyde nodded, recalling the thousands of people they impaled for their cause of purifying the world. She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and her eye staring daggers. You’re no different; I can read you like a book. Spit it out. 

“And this version of me of this world we share… owes you an apology…” Lenore glanced to the ground, unable to meet Hyde’s piercing stare. “Somehow, it feels like I was the one that made you worse, rather than the other way around.” 

That’s not… Hyde sighed, cracking a forced smile. “Tsk tsk, you’re not used to all those horrible memories in your head, eh? Hah! I remembered worse,” Hyde scoffed, rolling her eyes. “No one can make me worse, I am the worst, and that’s a factor that doesn’t change between worlds.” 

Hyde knew she was bluffing; she didn’t know that for sure. However, it was a great assumption she was willing to take. The maestro told me I was awful in every mirror world, anyway…

“Alright…” Lenore didn’t seem to take the answer well but decided to drop the subject. “I suggest and ask we take the extensive amount of anger and violence that we feel ravaging through our very souls… and fuel it against the enemy we are about to fight,” Lenore finally met Hyde’s stare. “I am… being horribly defective yet effective…” 

She turned towards Jatayu. Hyde followed her gaze, observing the knightly armor now placed on Jatayu’s body. Jatayu wore a knight helmet and carried a large hammer. A red cape hung from his shoulders, and he was covered in silver from head to toe. If it weren’t for Hyde, he would have been second in command, and he was faithful to the purification in the other world. I wonder how it’ll affect him now. 

“I have memories with you too,” Lenore sighed in dissatisfaction. “We did horrible things, too. We were, however, effective,” The One who Grips turned back to Hyde. “We will be able to handle what’s coming.” 

Hyde pushed herself off the wall with her foot, swinging her ax around. Her smirk grew wide with a hunger for blood. “Let’s have some fun~” 

Lenore looked as if she was never going to get used to Hyde’s eagerness for bloodshed. “Yeah… let’s.” 

Hyde gestured to Jatayu once more, the chaotic smile on her face not wavering. “Do you think he feels the same boiling rage?” 

“I don’t know,” Lenore returned her gaze to the knight. “Jatayu–” 

“Yes, madam!” Jatayu interrupted, shouting and standing up straight. He saluted her immediately, not saying another word as he awaited orders.

It was the first time Hyde saw Lenore crack a smile in her new situation. “That… I could get used to,” she points towards the welded-shut door. “Get that door open for us, and break some bones.” 

“YOUR WILL BE DONE!” The knight shouted in obedience at the top of his lungs. He stepped forward with sheer strength, lifting his hammer high and slamming it onto the door. 

The violent sound of crushing steel ran like a swarm of horses through the corridor. The door folded under the attack, but didn’t break from the welding and barely held its ground. It was easier to see glimpses inside the chamber, but it was too difficult to make anything sensible out of the bright light. 

“My apologies, madam, I have failed you,” Jatayu hung his head low, resting his hammer near his toes. 

Pen rolled his eyes, about to take another stab at it. However, Lenore stopped him. “I think The One Who Shall Grip Hyde has this,” she turned toward Hyde and nodded, an odd sense of pride flowing through her. 

“Step back, workshop fixer! Let the One Who Shall Grip take care of it!” Jatayu added, bowing and gesturing towards the door. 

Hyde kept her head high as she walked up to the door and took a few steps back. She bent over and readied her ax as if it was muscle memory, her foot extending out behind her to push off the ground when ready. Alright… let’s see what this version of me accumulated. It better be good. 

Hyde rushed forward, slamming her ax into the dent of the door with sheer force. Her speed was unmatchable, and fire grazed the silver on her outfit. 

The door folded like a piece of paper under her attack, flying across the new room’s floor and sliding to a halt with a loud screech. Hyde stood up, proud of her accomplishment. Wow. Stronger than I thought. 

And there’s no Jekyll to complain about it, how lovely. 

“Congrats! Thank you for showing the might of N Corp!” Jatayu cheered, raising his hammer. 

A strange smell caught Hyde’s attention, one of soft perfume and flowers. She stared into the new room, narrowing her eyes to try and see what was inside and making such a blinding light. 

“Right, we shall head inside…” Lenore stopped herself. “It occurs to me I’m not in charge… Let’s reboot, and listen to Dante.” 

“Listen to the masked one,” Jatayu confirmed. 

“That would be much preferred,” Dante nodded nervously, still processing everything that went down. 

“Yes… listen to the masked one,” Lenore decided to roll with Jatayu’s description. 

“Can we get a move on already?” Pen snapped, gesturing to where Hyde was standing. 

“Do you guys hear that noise?” Dante ignored Pen’s remark and asked out of the blue. 

Pen didn’t seem to mind. “What noise?” 

“That… faint, scratching noise,” Dante informed, backing closer against the wall.

Lenore turned to witness Mallo coming out of the shadows, Mark’s body still flung over her shoulder. Her expression was the same. “Mallo, keep an eye out on the manager for us and keep him company,” she ordered. “Don’t let him risk his life.” 

Mallo just nodded in response. 

Although Hyde knew what was going on around her, she couldn’t take her eyes off the light. What… is that? 

“Let’s go in,” Lenore gave the cue. 

Hyde didn’t waste another moment. She zoomed in at full speed, silently tapping her feet on the ground as she got closer to the light. The figure of the creature slowly came into view, and the light dimmed as Hyde approached it. 

“Ugh, gotta fight with these scrubs,” was the last thing Hyde heard from Pen before her focus was fixated on the abnormality before her. 

At first glance, it looked like a bird. A white, glorious bird. Its face was soft, and its wings were round like soft waver chips. It had puffy feathers and hair accompanying its head, and it wore something similar to a ballerina gown. It was rather humanoid despite its bird-like appearance, with legs that danced on the ground and wings for arms, its gaze frightful and afraid. Its presence was soft like light, but it engulfed everything around it, and Hyde couldn’t help but be familiar with the vibe it gave off. 

“Have you come to free me?” Its voice was cracked, soothing, and flew like water over an ocean shore. Its legs tapped the ground and sent ripples through the floor as if the rest of the party were walking on water. 

To say that Hyde was enchanted by the abnormality was a complete understatement; Hyde stood dumbfounded, in awe. It was beautiful; unlike anything she had ever seen before. She felt the urge to draw it next if she could. She wondered where she would find the right type of blood to create white paint like her feathers, perhaps finding a few flowers would help with the correct hue. 

What a glorious being, one full of delight and beautiful hues. She didn’t stop the smirk from growing on her face. I wonder how beautiful it bleeds. 

Pen decided to take a step forward towards it, his grip on his weapon strengthening. “Would you be compliant to move out of this facility?” He asked in a matter-of-fact tone, not enchanted regarding its beauty like Hyde was. 

The swan looked bewildered by his comment, taking a step back. “It’s not safe out there… I will just be brought back here.” 

“But you are free,” Pen gestured to the rubble that used to be the door. “We just broke down the door.” 

I broke down the door, thanks. Hyde shot a minor glare at Pen. Stop disrespecting the being and let her talk. 

“But if I leave now,” the swan continued, casting a glance outside the facility. “I will be brought back here, trapped in this place once more… This place is at least safe, and people don’t hurt me…” 

Hyde bit her finger, observing the Swan more closely and its surroundings. The sign says ‘White Lake’. Did it name itself? It wants to be protected, it seems. How unfortunate it cannot defend itself.

“I promise where you are going next, you will be safer there than in here,” Pen reassured, taking a few more steps closer to the abnormality. 

“Will you free me from these chains? I am trapped in this dang cave… I just want to be safe, and free…” The White Lake continued to talk in a victim-like tone, slowly backing into a corner as Pen approached it. Its wings stretched out as if to reveal the chains across them.

There were none. 

In fact, it was so free, that Hyde was convinced there would be nothing stopping it from gaining its freedom lest it chose not to be free. 

This feels too familiar… Hyde narrowed her eyes. It wants something. Safety, perhaps. She laughed to herself. I can give safety… with a price. 

Pen looked just as perplexed as the rest of the party. “How would I do that?” 

“Please, come closer and grant your hands to me, so I may free these chains from my body and reassure your heart as the honored one…” 

Deceit. Hyde recognized it immediately; she used it too much herself to not see it immediately. The abnormality was hiding something. 

However, the White Lake’s words were convincing. Something tugged on Hyde’s curiosity, and Hyde often followed it to get a new wave of inspiration for her art. What is it that you want? 

“That sounds like a threat,” Lenore observed, readying her weapon. Like Hyde, she picked up on its lies immediately. 

Pen took more steps toward the abnormality, which caused it to shrink back, hiding away from Pen. Its eyes were wide with fear, and the abnormality turned its gaze to Hyde. 

Something leaped inside Hyde when the abnormality locked its gaze upon her. Its attention was addicting, alluring even. Its wings fluttered in front of Hyde, not removing its gaze. It pleaded to Hyde’s soul, begging her to help it. 

Hmm… alright, I will take part in your little game, Hyde stared it down with equal force. Then when your lies are revealed, I shall punish you accordingly. 

Pen noticed The White Lake’s attention fled from him, and he didn’t seem happy about it. “Why couldn’t you go to me…?”

“Why can’t you come and free me from my chains, with that gentle heart of yours?” The swan called out to Hyde, its aura tugging on Hyde’s soul. 

Haah… Hyde smiled with pride. So my illusion is working. Gentle heart my a–

“So what now?” Pen had walked fully up to the abnormality, trying to grab its attention once more. 

The swan responded, flapping its wings gently to the sound of a heartbeat. “As much as I appreciate your help, you are far too weak… unlike her.” The Swan gestured to Hyde once more, its eyes once more pleading for help. “I need her stronger help.” 

“Madam,” Jatayu shot his stare at Hyde. “I think it wants our strongest warrior!” 

My help comes with consequences. Hyde raised an eyebrow at the abnormality. Your attention is addicting, sure, and I’d be delighted to assist you… at the cost of your blood. 

Pride surged through her veins as she was called the strongest warrior amongst her peers. She knew the abnormality was lying somehow; its words were coy and purposely misleading. The White Lake knew it was not trapped, but used that analogy to tug on the empathy of those around it. 

But the abnormality was not the only one coy with words. Hyde knew how to perfectly manipulate people who tried the same tactics as the abnormality. They always played the victim, attention-seeking card, and Hyde would give them what they desired, but at a cost. It always benefitted her, and surely fooling the abnormality wouldn’t be so different. 

Lenore glanced over at Hyde, who was doing a million calculations in her head. The look was very much communicating ‘So we beat this thing up?’ 

Hyde returned her superior with a smirk and a nod, hoping Lenore would catch her meaningful stare behind it. Let’s play with it, I am curious to see what game it wants to play~

Pen didn’t let up on trying to get answers from the swan. “Are you in chains?” He asked, trying to find what the White Lake was so stressed about. 

The swan wasn’t pleased with the question and responded with frustration. “I’m stuck in this accursed chamber! These chains weigh me down!” Its eyes narrowed toward Pen. “How could you ever be so mean to me?! We are not the same, can’t you see? You are gliding around freely, and I’m trapped in this terrible, terrible place!” 

“I am trapped too,” Pen reassured, reaching out his hands to calm it down. “I cannot see your chains, and you cannot see mine.” 

The swan didn’t believe him, nor did most of the party. It backed away from Pen once more in horror. “How can you say such things! You’re a monster, wishing to destroy me! Someone help me!” 

Its pleas didn’t necessarily make sense, but was there much else to be expected from a monster? The longer Pen took, the longer they would be standing here, unable to play its little game. She gave a knowing glare at Lenore, wanting to wrap this up. 

“Well,” Lenore began, calling out to Pen. “You gave it a good choice, and you did your best,” she sighed. “We should do our job and suppress it.” 

Wait hold on– now? Disappointment filled her eyes. I wanted to play its game and backstab it… She glanced back at the abnormality, who was staring right back at her again. Hyde peered into its soul if it even had one. She knew the abnormality had chosen her for… something. It was because she was the most graceful, the strongest arguably. Most importantly, though, Hyde did not have as many walls up around her intentions as the others did. Hyde was a clear book, and the abnormality saw that. Being the least fortitude of the others gave her some advantage, but Hyde didn’t know what it was, exactly. 

As Pen recollected himself and joined with the rest of the group, Hyde strolled over to the abnormality, not breaking away from its gaze. Time to play, how wonderful. “What is it that you want, my dear?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft and quiet, giving a false sense of comfort. 

The White Lake flew down from its hiding place, lowering itself to be a little bit above Hyde’s eye level. It leaned towards her and the wings slowly flapped its wings next to Hyde’s shoulders, enveloping her. “Won’t you please break the chains that wrap around my body? Come closer so I may feel your strong hands helping me.” 

Hyde clicked her tongue; the abnormality sure knew how to stroke her ego. “I shall, what is in it for me?” She whispered with a gleam in her eye. 

“My most favored one,” the swan was pleased, drawing closer. 

Hyde reached out her hands to the abnormality, resting her bloodied hands on its shoulders. Holy– it's so soft…

“Hyde, wait!” She heard Lenore’s cry of concern. 

“Madam, don’t listen to it! It means to deceive you!” Jatayu added. “The One Who Shall Grip, Get away from that thing!” 

The swan curls its wings around Hyde, resting its soft feathers along its back. “May you please break the chains around my shoulders as I keep you in this close embrace… So you shall not falter.” 

The wings push on Hyde’s back, drawing Hyde into a close embrace as Hyde’s hands wrap around the abnormality’s neck, closing her eyes. 

Without warning, something inside Hyde’s soul snapped. Hyde’s eyes fling open as many tears start rushing down her eyes and her face. The embrace forced a memory upfront, and the hug from the soft abnormality triggered an emotion Hyde hadn’t felt in a very, very long time. 

M-Mom?!

The last thing she heard before her vision blurred was Mallo bursting into the room. “Jekyll! Hyde! Stop!” 

To Hyde’s dismay, the embrace from the abnormality ended, and the swan swarmed around her, chanting with delight. “My, my wonderful swan knight has come to save me! These terrible people have come to drag me out of my home! Would you please protect me?” 

Its wings fluttered over Hyde once more before it flew up into the air, leaving Hyde baffled at how quickly her outfit changed. 

Water suddenly rushed into the room and soft music began to play; a song that represented the swan’s likeness. It rested on the water behind Hyde, staring fearfully at the party in front of them. 

A silver crown decorated with intricate leaves rested on Hyde’s head, and her ax was accompanied by a pink, rose-colored sword that slid out of her wrists and into her free hand painlessly. Hyde’s mouth was sown shut, and became nothing but three, gaping and slitted holes instead of her lips. Her cape turned into a silver-white color, made of the same feathers from the swan’s chest. 

Hyde had become its puppet. 

The hell? Hyde’s mind raced, looking at her new gear. How do you expect me to fight in this? She felt the holes in her face that replaced her mouth, her body shaking from the transformation and the memory brought before her. 

“I can’t believe I’m being attacked by these brutal people, I just wanted to live here peacefully!” The swan did not let up on its pleading, deceitful tone. “Please, attack the one with the strange machinery all over him!” 

Hyde’s gaze snapped toward Pen against her will, lunging for him. However, the pink sword forced its use upon Pen rather than Hyde using her ax, causing her speed to be detrimental and prohibiting her from attacking with full force. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved from not hitting her former ally or frustrated that she didn’t land a hit. She tried using her ax, swinging it at Pen’s head, but the sword also swung itself at Pen. 

Pen managed to evade three of her attacks, sliding to the side after Hyde regained her composure, before being forced back to the swan’s side. The ax failed to hit him. 

I… I never miss, what? Hyde’s eyes darted from side to side, cursing at the pink sword as her free fingers gripped her new clothing. That… that embrace… She wanted to cry out, but it was no use. What the hell was that embrace… what did it do to me? 

“How dare you force the One Who Shall Grip’s hand against us?!” Jatayu shouted, raising his hammer. “You shall pay for this!” 

“No!” Lenore stopped him, putting her hand out in front of him. “The swan is not the main threat right now, we must take Hyde down! Attack her instead!” 

Hyde’s face flattened. Seriously? 

“Yes, my knight in shining armor, save me from these beasts!” The swan agreed with Lenore, a devilish smile creeping upon its face. 

Jatayu didn’t hesitate after Lenore’s command, lunging for Hyde and hitting her with his hammer split across the shoulder holding the pink sword. Hyde tried to move out of the way but was caught by the heavier cape weighing her back down. 

The puppet spotted Mallo, rage fueling in her eyes as she joined the line of sinners. Her gaze was fixed on the abnormality and refused to take a step towards Hyde. She lunged for the swan, driving her stave into its wing, forcing it to bleed. 

Hyde glanced over at the attack. So its blood is white… perfect. She tried to adjust her shoulders. Hey, Swan Lady, let me fight normally and I could probably serve you better, This weapon and cape are impractical. 

The Swan only looked back at Hyde with the same, pitiful glance. “Why would you hurt someone as trapped and as innocent as me? My shining knight, protect me from this foul creature!” 

Hyde stared at Mallo involuntarily, unable to control her body. Rage seized her heart against the abnormality. You bastard–

“Foul creature?” Mallo mocked, taking a step back behind the allies readying their attacks. “Have you looked in the mirror?” 

“I am absolutely stunning, especially in this beautiful cave!” The abnormality zoomed across the water, showing off its wings as they bled. “I can see you’re envious of me in your eyes!” 

“Envious?” Mallo laughed again. “Of you? You must be mad, I’m not envious of a monster!” She swung her blade again at the swan. She missed. 

“You have a face that not even a mother could love, something a child would wish to hide away from!” The White Lake scoffed, hiding behind Hyde once more. “How disgusting and vile!” 

Mallo’s gaze snapped, shattering from disgust to rage. What the abnormality said struck a nerve in Mallo’s mind. 

Like how the abnormalities’ embrace struck a nerve for Hyde. 

Hyde readied her weapon again, but the sword forced her hand upward, demanding that it be used. If you want me to fight for you, let me do my thing! I can easily kill them if you don’t get in the way! She hissed at the sword, trying to put it down, but pain ceased her mouth and the sword forced itself to be the primary weapon. 

The swan curled behind Hyde once more, its soft wings resting on Hyde’s shoulders. 

Hyde flinched, that same warmth striking the nerve again. Don’t… she forced the wings off of her shoulders. Don’t touch me. 

“I can’t believe these things are attacking me in my cage! My glorious knight in shining armor, won’t you attack the knight with the large hammer?” The swan pleaded for its life, its victim-like state getting on Hyde’s nerves. 

Jatayu. Hyde stared daggers into Jatayu’s soul, readying the sword unwillingly. Let’s see what you’re made of, boy. 

To the puppet’s surprise, Jatayu set his hammer on the ground, his arms outstretched peacefully. “My dear friend, my companion that I inspire to be and look up to,” Jatayu’s voice lowered. “I wish to not bring any harm to you. If there is any humanity left within you, please do not listen to that creature!” 

The sword was set on attacking Jatayu, but Hyde refused to support it. I have no humanity left, idiot. But I refuse to be controlled like this. 

The pink sword forced its way to attack Jatayu, but Hyde resisted, prohibiting its attack as Jatayu evaded. Hyde sighed in relief, glad that he wasn’t hit before the sword lunged at Mallo, striking her arm with a second attack. Mallo quickly picked up on the threat and dodged the third attack. 

Hyde slammed the pink sword into the ground, catching her breath as she tried to stand her ground. She caught Mallo’s stare as their eyes met. 

At least Jekyll doesn’t have to see me hurting you, moron. Hyde wasn’t able to speak to her, but she hoped the gaze would be enough. 

Mallo nodded her head gently, her gaze saddened by the sight of Hyde’s transformation. “I’m sorry.” 

The pink sword forced Hyde back to the swan’s side. Their attacks on her and the swan became a blur. The nerve that the swan sliced forced the memory up once more, and Hyde’s voice became shaky. She felt her sanity depleting by the second. That stupid embrace… it… it should not have felt that familiar… Hyde sunk to her knees, feeling various wounds forming on her body. What the hell am I doing? I shouldn’t be attacking my team. I might be a bastard… Her fists clenched. But I’m not a scum like Mark. 

A bright flash of light blinded the room, coming from Pen’s harpoon. Jatayu and Mallo lunge for the swan, tearing at its wings and forcing its white blood to trickle into the water. The White Lake yelped in pain, begging the white knight to come and save her. 

But her plea fell on deaf ears; Hyde stared at the ground, sinking into her spot in the water. Her mind went back to the swan’s embrace… it was too familiar. 

You never were the victim… until I made you one, Mom… 

I’m… I’m so sorry… I’m so… so sorry… 

Hyde stared at her hands through her tears and tilted her head as a cherry blossom popped out from one of her fingers. Another popped out of the palm of her hand. It was painless, but soon more and more cherry blossoms covered Hyde’s body, her arms and legs turning into branches, and her hair covered in the soft, pink flowers. 

I wanted to color in my life… Hyde’s mind started going on a tangent. So I separated myself to do so… you were the last shade of red I needed… 

She stood, pink pedals falling from her very being as she turned to the White Lake, her arm – now a branch – stretched up. 

I wanted to have a beautiful life… and that couldn’t happen without the key ingredient. My suffering… had to be required for the paintings… 

The Swan rested on the top of the water, dipping its wing into the waves. It glanced at Hyde with the same horrific look. “My knight, won’t you please–” 

“No,” Hyde felt the cherry blossom EGO corrode within her. The more blood she saw on the battlefield, the more pink flowers formed on her chest. The cherry blossoms weaved their way around Hyde’s outstretched branch. Her eyes stared daggers into the Swan, turning against it. 

She would not be commanded by anyone. She alone determined her actions. 

The environment temporarily changed, showing a cherry blossom forest to all the parties and Hyde. Her voice was barely a whisper as her body transformed into the cherry blossom tree. “You forgot the key ingredient to let the flowers prosper…” She muttered, raising her hand to the sky as it turned into a cherry blossom. Her voice and hands shook, and she barely whispered the last word. “...blood.” 

Hyde slammed her fist into the water, sending waves of branches toward the swan. The branches bound her wings as many sharp cherry blossoms fell onto her, slicing every part of her feathery guard. The ground shook from the rumbling, and the sweet scent of the blossom tree filled the room as the water washed away the sharp petals. 

No beauty was made without sacrifice; it was scary how much that EGO concept resonated with Hyde. It served her well in battle and cured Hyde’s mind after it was done harming the swan. 

The White Lake shook in fear, its voice cracking. “How dare you attack me?!” It cried, crawling into a corner. “You’re an imposter, a defiled witch!” 

Hyde grabbed her ax, snapping out of the EGO corrosion. Huh, so that’s what an abnormality EGO is like, how thrilling. She gathered herself and returned to Lenore’s side, processing what the White Lake said. Yeah, that sounds about right. I’ve been called worse. 

The swan locked her gaze onto Mallo. “I need someone to protect me, I shall embrace you like a child that never felt the warmth of a mother!” 

Hyde couldn’t tell whether or not she or Mallo shuddered more from that wording. However, it proved difficult for Hyde to regain her focus as the rest of her party attacked the swan head-on. By the time she snapped back into battle, recovering from her stagger, she witnessed Jatayu using a fancy EGO of his own. 

The world once more shifted to a different environment; this time it was a black forest. Jatayu stood amid the dark trees, facing the White Lake with a white outfit on top of him. A large, red spot radiated from his chest as he readied himself to attack. “Every crime must be punished!” The red spot turned into a beak in the middle of his body. “No matter how small my beak is, I shall find you!” 

Bam! The beak flung itself at the swan, pinching its wing base and snipping the bone. Hyde heard many cracks in the White Lake’s wing by the time the EGO finished, and the abnormality cried out in pain. 

However, it stopped its cry midway through, as if it was fake all along. The swan lunged for Mallo, flying around her. 

Mallo dodged the initial attack. “You missed–”  

But the swan wasn’t done. “Did you really think you could evade my swan knighthood?” It cooed, a coy grin on its face. 

The same silver crown, cape, and pink sword suddenly slid out of Mallo’s body. She tried to scream but was cut off promptly by the holes replacing her lips. As the White Lake retreated to the back of the flooded room, she was forced to follow. 

“Seriously, woman?” Pen grunted in frustration, having just given Mallo a shield. 

The White Lake knew what it was doing; “My precious knight, come to my aid and protect me from these barbarians!” 

Mallo started to charge towards Hyde, but Hyde was faster. She dodged Mallo and went straight to the swan, the crazed Nagul Und Hammer look in her eyes. 

The swan saw her approaching. “You wouldn’t hurt me, my dear, would you?” 

The wicked smirk couldn’t be wiped from Hyde’s face as she jumped and shredded the swan’s wing. “Our little game is over, now it’s time for your punishment.” She landed in the water and jumped again, completely breaking the wing off the Swan’s body. “Your lies come with a price!” 

The swan fell into the water, a look of true fear in her eyes as she stared at Hyde and cried out to the knight for help. 

Ahh, that’s what it’s like to have a good attack, Hyde stood over the swan, pride fueling her bloodthirsty urge. Could’ve fought like that for you if you had not controlled me, idiot. 

Hyde grabbed the swan’s neck, the softness of the feathers not bothering her anymore. She threw the swan over to Lenore’s target point, who proceeded to start to tear up the other wing, forcing it to bleed. 

Her focus shifted away from Lenore immediately as Mallo cut through the water like a knife and flung herself at Hyde. The pink sword clashed with Hyde’s ax, and she continued to block many hits Mallo tried landing. 

“Looks like you were truly never sorry,” Hyde sighed, her guard finally breaking. “See you on the other side, pal…” 

Mallo’s stare was cold like ice. There was no care in her eyes as she lashed out her blade across Hyde’s body. Blood dripped and stained Hyde’s white clothes as she fell into the water. She knew Mallo wasn’t thinking right, but couldn’t help hold rage against her as she looked down upon her, as if she was better. Hyde watched Mallo raise the pink sword. Should’ve… never trusted her. This is your fault, Jekyll. 

The impact of the sword through Hyde’s skull was to her surprise, painless. The water that covered her body burned on her skin. Her vision was cut, and everything went black. 

[meganlpie]

Dating is Hard (When a Hitman Loves You)

Here’s the first Gotham fic!! 

Summary: Your dating life isn’t going well. At all. Victor decides he’s going to help. But things aren’t always as they seem.

Warnings: Dark-ish, mentions of violence, blood, and death (It’s Zsasz), slight Yandere. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION! Do not ignore the warnings if something could potentially trigger you.  

Pairings: Yandere!Victor Zsasz x fem!reader

What was wrong with you? Were you cursed? Those were the questions that plagued your mind with every date that ended poorly. With every guy that stood you up(and there were plenty). With every news story that told you the guy you'd gone out with a few evening prior had been found dead. It really was getting ridiculous and you had no idea what was happening or why.

         "Hey, Sweetness." You would have jumped at the sound of Victor's voice if you weren't used to him sneaking up on you by now. The man was light on his feet and deadly. He proved that the very first time you'd met when he saved your life. You'd been taking a short cut home when you felt someone following you. When you tried to lose him, you ended up trapped. You thought you were done for when who should appear but Victor Zsasz.

         You weren't sure how you'd ended up in your odd friendship (if that's what it was) with Victor after that, but it did make you feel somewhat safer living in Gotham. "Not now, Victor. Please," you requested, your voice cracking a bit. You didn't want to cry in front of him. He was a man of many talents, but handling a crying woman was NOT one of them. If you started crying, Victor would up and disappear as quickly as he appeared. Or he would offer to use his professional skills on whoever made you cry.

         "What's wrong?" You looked at him and gestured to yourself. "You tell me. Tell me why I can't get more than one date from anyone I go out with. Tell me why the ones I manage to get a date with either stand me up or never call again. Is there something wrong with me? Am I that undesirable?" Victor simple stared at you with his typical stoic expression and after a moment of silence, you scoffed and turned to head home.

*time skip*

         A few days later, you arrived home from work and nearly screamed. There were dozens of bouquets around your living room and kitchen that had not been there before you left for work that morning. On the kitchen counter sat takeout containers from your favorite place. You were terrified to say the least. This was not normal.

         Now you weren't stupid. You knew you lived in a dangerous city and had taken precautions because of that. You reached into your purse and grabbed the pepper spray you kept. Obviously there was no one in your living and kitchen areas so that left your bathroom and bedroom. Pepper spray in hand, you slowly tip-toed toward your bedroom. The door was partially opened, allowing you to slip in. This time, you did scream when you saw the shadow of someone sitting on your bed.

         "Nice set of lungs there, Sweetness." You instantly flipped on the light and huffed as you tried to catch your breath. "Victor, you ass! How did you even get in here?! You know what, don't answer that. I don't want to know. What is all this?" Victor simply shrugged a bit. "I was in the neighborhood and got hungry." You arched a brow at him and his expression didn't change. You knew he was lying, but chose not to question it. With Victor it was better to let sleeping dogs lie in order to stay alive.

         With a sigh, you lowered your pepper spray and nodded. "Fine. Come on then. I've had a long day and would really like to drown my sorrows in food and some cheesy comedy." Victor chuckled lowly as he rose gracefully from your bed. He took a step toward you and if you didn't know him the way you did, you probably would have been afraid.

         "Lead the way." You rolled your eyes and muttered under your breath, "You seem to know your way around pretty well already." He obviously heard you as he let out another chuckle. "I've only been here a few times." You stopped in your tracks. "A few-A few times?! Dammit, Victor!" you grumbled as you turned on your heel to head to where the food was calling to you.

         "Seriously though, what is all this? You don't exactly strike me as the romantic type." Victor scoffed. "I will have you know that I am very romantic. I was romantic the first time we met." You arched a brow. "I'm not sure I would describe sharing a milkshake while you were covered in the blood of your mark 'romantic', Victor." Victor merely shrugged again as you readied the food.

         "Just thought you could use some cheering up. I really didn't want you to start crying every time you see me. Really does a number on a man's ego," he finally admitted after a few minutes. You smiled a little. He was right. You had been tearing up every time you'd seen him. Funny how you hadn't noticed that he was around every time a date had gone sour. Every. Single. Time.

         Your eyes widened, Surely it was a coincidence. It had to be. There was no way Victor was responsible. Was there? Victor was no longer looking at you. Instead, he had turned on the TV where the news was playing. You weren't ever surprised to hear the name of the guy your last date had been with coming from the reporters mouth. Dead. Just like so many before him. But your attention wasn't on the screen. It was on Victor.

         He expression didn't change as he watched so you had no idea what he was thinking. However, you did notice him subtly reaching to scratch at the skin under his sleeve where there was, no doubt, a new scar beginning to heal. One body, one mark. You moved away from the counter and over to Victor.

         He didn't stop you from carefully rolling up the sleeve. Sure enough, there was a semi-fresh cut on his arm. You looked at his face, his eyes already on you as he waited for you to piece together what you already knew. You cast your gaze back to the TV and then to Victor's dark eyes again. "You were there," you whispered, "Every time. You were there waiting." Victor nodded once. "Victor…what have you done?!" You never heard the reply before you felt something pricking your neck and the world went black.

(a/n: As I said, this is the first one-shot for our new fandom and I hope you enjoyed it! As always, I have an open taglist for anyone interested! I may accept a few Gotham requests soon to help get the ball rolling.)

[hornet-breaker]

Comfort of a Childhood Friend

Titaninnit (that’s what I’m nicknaming Titan!Tommyinnit) fluff as requested by, *looks up at screen* Raven’s Feathers, a lot of you actually! I decided this would contain noms, but I can write a different one without the noms.

Tw: safe soft vore, some mouthplay

Normally a walk in the woods wasn’t such a bad thing, but a walking through the mountains at dusk was practically a death sentence. It was freezing cold and your little jacket could only do so much. Plus, you were in Titan Territory, and you couldn’t tell which Titan it was you might run into. You only knew a few from back when you were little, but you didn’t know if they were still around. You thought you might know who’s territory it was though when you saw something up ahead. Picking up the pace, you saw a massive blonde feather on the ground, by the looks of it a secondary arm feather. You knew exactly who lived here.

A gust of wind and distant rumbling thunder threatened a shower of freezing cold water. Without shelter you’d freeze to death or catch hypothermia, so you grabbed the feather and continued on. Throughout your journey through you felt like something was watching you. Every time you looked back you couldn’t see anything as you continued on. You stopped momentarily to eat some food, when an arrow whooshed past your head. Mobs. A lot of them too.

You got up and ran as fast as you could, you had no weapons, all you had was a mostly broken shield and a few arrows. Why you came out here with no armor or weapons was beyond you. The mobs cornered you at the base of a cliff, and you thought it was the end, when a loud and shrill roar came from the cliff above you. Looking up you saw a massive dark silhouette with glowing electric eyes and markings. The creature lunged and a feathered tail swept over you, lashing aggressively as the Titan fended off the mobs with his claws and electric energy. Most of the mobs were gone for now so he turned towards you. On instinct you backed further against the cliff.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he purred happily. “Why the hell are you out here at night without any weapons?”

“I, I got l-lost,” you said, shivering. You were glad it was the young Shockwave Titan Tommy that found you. He made you feel a lot safer normally. The Titan frowned as he leaned closer to you.

“Why are you shivering? It hasn’t been that long, it’s only been, fuck,” he paused, trying to think. You sneezed, snapping him out of his train of thought. “Oh, you’re cold aren’t you?”

You nodded shyly, distantly you saw a flash of lightning illuminate the Titan’s face, he was worried. Thunder rumbled and you shrank away from him. The Titan gently reached for you, normal humans would be terrified of the giant clawed hand reaching for them, but you knew you were safe, he wouldn’t hurt you, he was much too gentle and curious about humans to think about harming them immediately, or at least you thought, you could never be sure with Titans.

The warm embrace made you flinch, you heard his breath hitch in his throat from the moment his fingers made contact with your frigid form. He scooped you up and held you close to his chest, purring softly. Something about a Titan’s purr made you feel more safe and welcome. The two of you sat there in silence, you were slowly warming up but it wasn’t enough. It was much too cold for you, and unlike Tommy, you didn’t have feathers to keep you warm. You poked your head out of his hand, looking up at him. His eyes weren’t glowing anymore which meant he was relaxed, but his feathers were puffed up anxiously. He really was concerned about your condition.

You decided to climb up his shirt, he hummed with confusion and looked down at you, a curious clicking noise could be heard in his throat and chest.

“What the fuck are you up to?” He asked you.

“I, Uhh,” you thought for a moment. You knew Titans had a storage stomach that could be used to hold living creatures and food in safely, you didn’t know if he’d want to swallow you though. “I’m s-still cold,” you admitted. He frowned and picked you up.

“And you’re climbing my shirt why?” He asked, wanting to know what you were up to.

You sighed, “I, I want you t-to store me, p-please,” you sniffled, wiping your nose. You were going to catch a cold. Tommy tried to look like he didn’t want to, but he was drooling, he did want to, instinct was the only explanation you could think of.

“What?! Are you sure?” He asked frantically, shocked by the request. You nodded firmly.

“I’m p-positive. I’ll get s-sick out here.” You said. He brought you closer to his face, you thought he was going to open wide and slide you into his mouth, instead he was sniffing you, right. If you had an open cut you couldn’t go inside, you’d die from an infection. Or rather multiple since Tommy hunts and eats mobs, most being zombies or spiders. A gentle yet shy and warm lick confirmed you were safe to eat. You grimaced are the rotting smell, pushing back against the tongue. Tommy scoffed.

“What? Chickening out already?” He teased.

“You need a f-fucking mint,” you retorted. He barked a laugh,

“You’re such a bitch,” he teased, opening wide. Hot humid air washed over you, making you shudder from the sudden temperature change. You were gently slid into his mouth and he closed it around you. It smelled atrocious, but the warmth and softness was worth it. The tongue moved underneath you gently, covering you in saliva. Occasionally you would get playfully slapped in the face by the muscle, or pinned to the roof so he could swallow excess spit, but he was gentle and especially excited, you could sort of hear his heart beneath you thumping fast. He played with you for a while, teasing and taunting you as his mischievous nature called for. You could tell he was getting bored as gravity shifted and you were coaxed towards the back of his throat. A normal human would be screaming and fighting against this. Instead you pet his tongue and told him you were ready to go down. You felt the muscle open up beneath you, welcoming in your legs.

Gulp!

You slid down the tight and cramped tube of flesh, the walls pulsing around you squishing and squelching as you slid down. A few more powerful swallows could be heard as he ensured you went all the way down, down into his crop.

You slid into the tight space with a “plap!” And huddled against the walls, it was so wierd. All your life you had been warned about Titans, how they would swallow humans and not care about their pleas and screams of pain and horror. Tommy cared, he cared a lot. He was different from the stories. The inside of his crop however was stunning. Flashes of electric energy pulsed through the dark cyan walls. Around you his heart, lungs, and digestive tract all worked relentlessly to keep him functioning and alive. The heart pounding rhythmically, the lungs whooshing with air rushing in and out, the stomach below gurgling and churning. Everything felt peaceful.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” He asked.

“I’m fine, thank you Tommy.” You yawned, the warmth and comfort making you sleepy. You felt pressure from outside as he pat his crop, hearing him stifle a burp made you giggle.

“I hope you don’t find this threatening but you were absolutely delicious,” he admitted shyly. You kinda did at first, but then you remembered he was your friend, he would never intentionally hurt you. You were pretty sure tasting well to a Titan was a good sign.

“We’ll at least I taste better than your breath smells. Seriously you ever heard of a toothbrush?” You joked.

“I do brush my teeth! Now shut the fuck up and go to sleep you little prick.” He growled playfully, the pouch shifted and you could tell he was getting up. You smirked triumphantly and nestled into the pouch walls, humming contently as you fell asleep to Tommy humming gently and the swaying of his body as he walked on, you weren’t sure of the destination but you didn’t care too much at the moment.

[chokingonpaper]

Ohla Bola, how are you today? I come bearing a request; ej, with a "kidnapped" s/o, but they went willingly, because they are a monster lover, and who would pass up the opportunity to be with that hunk of a demon 🥵 (I know I wouldnt). So the gist of it is, they are compliant, they know exactly what is going on, manipulation wise, dont care because they are finally being loved (emotional distant parents maybe?) And fully reciprocate the affections and obsessions that ej has for them. (Maybe they see it as the only way they will ever find true love?)

If this is possible? Many thanks adieu

Im doing good, and of course! Again, I might make a part two :D This ended up kind of being the prologue for how this would go in the future ig- If I make a part two it’ll be more about the kidnapping and stuff like that

Also happy 100 posts!

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𝐍𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐄𝐉 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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You had always been a lonely person. Often times people avoided you, and the people that decided to stick around always seemed to fade away sooner or later.

You lived at the edge of your neighborhood with most of your house concealed by large, dark trees. The community was always planning things and arranging little parties, but you never went. It wasn’t entirely other people’s fault that you were alone, you just weren’t that interested in other people. Though a part of you yearned for a friend, someone that understood you and wouldn’t leave at only a moments notice. But that person hadn’t arrived yet, and you had given up hope that they ever would.

Life was dull, and every morning you woke up you wondered if anything would ever change. Every day was the same. Wake up, go to work, get home, and sleep. Then it’d repeat over, and over, and over again. Every time you came home you found your house empty, and you were once again reminded of how alone you were.

But then one day you felt the strange feeling of eyes on your back. Not having very many friends, you often spent your time observing rather than socializing. You knew this feeling very well, and you knew that you were being watched. Yet along with this unnerving feeling, you felt a rush you’d never experienced before. You weren’t alone, and for whatever reason you were okay with that.

Whenever you walked through the kitchen, you felt eyes trailing you from your windows. You didn’t know who the person was or why they were watching you. You hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them yet.

Whenever you got ready for work and headed out the door, you felt the same thing. Even when you were at work, you swore you could still feel their presence. A part of you wondered if you had just made this person up, just to make you feel less alone. By the other part of you wondered if you were in danger. If this was real, you had a stalker on your hands, and you had no idea who it could be.

It could be a coworker, an old employer, or even just a passing customer. Their identity was completely unknown, and you spent hours pondering who they could possibly be and what they looked like. But they were good at hiding themselves, and you hadn’t even seen a shadow.

Weeks passed and you began to tell yourself that it was all in your head, but then knocking came. It was almost like it was to reassure you that they were there, that they hadn’t left, and that they were anything but imaginary.

The first time it happened you nearly jumped out of your chair, but as time passed and the little knocks and taps continued, they became almost comforting. You weren’t supposed to feel at peace when you had a stalker, but it’d been so long and they hadn’t hurt you yet, so who’s to say they ever would? They might just be an observer, like you.

But soon enough just observing wasn’t good enough for them. It had been over a month, and now Jack wanted a little more than just standing to the side and watching your life as if it were a movie. He wanted to be around you, to hold you, to be the one to take you away from your loneliness. He knew how little you went out besides when you had to work, and he knew how much you wanted someone to talk to and spend time with. He’d seen you watch groups of friends with envy, wondering what it was like to be so close to someone. He’d seen you lie on your back staring up at the ceiling, feeling so empty that you couldn’t even cry. Jack had seen you stare out the window where he stood only a moment ago with eyes full of desperation, silently begging him to reveal himself.

He knew you, and he wanted to take you away from everything you disliked about the world.

So the next time you looked out the window with a sad sigh, he decided to try something he’d never even thought to do before. Jack slowly stepped out of the shadows and in front of your window, finally allowing you to see the dark figure who had been watching you nearly every hour of every day.

Your eyes widened in pure shock and you froze, just studying the man who had presented himself to you.

He was tall, several inches above six feet. His physique was impressive, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Though he was at a distance, you could tell how much he towered over you. He stood still, holding eye contact with you and staring you down with an intense gaze. Anyone could see that this man wasn’t someone to be messed with, and it was already clear to you that you weren’t getting out of this one.

But even if you could, would you want to?

Then suddenly he was no longer still, and his noticeably large hands reached for the window. The window was locked, but you guessed he already knew this. This was was a stranger who had been stalking you for a little over a month. You had never seen him before, and you knew damn well that if he got into your home he could overpower you with ease. Yet as your heart beat faster, pounding loudly in your chest, you hesitantly stepped towards the window.

A small sliding lock was the only thing keeping the man out, though you could guess he had other ways of getting in if he needed to. After all, the windows weren’t bullet-proof.

You gulped down a lump of nervousness and placed your shaking hand over the lock. The man, Jack, watched with interest as you slowly unlocked it, giving him access to your home, and to you.

Why were you doing this? Why were you letting him in? You were unlike any human he’d ever encountered before, and that only made his desire to keep you for himself grow.

Not doing anything more than unlocking it, you backed away from the window as the man pushed it open and climbed inside. Once he stood at his full height you looked up at him in awe. Covering his face was a navy blue mask that dripped black from the eyes. It sent a chill down your spine and froze you in place. Now that he was closer it was only more obvious just how strong he was. He was so much taller than you and obviously very strong. He was the definition of intimidating, and if you weren’t frozen in place you would have crumbled to the ground.

The two of you stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours, but then he took a step forward and your eyes widened.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice came out less comforting than you would have liked. It was deep and incredibly raspy, as if he hadn’t spoken in weeks.

You nodded slowly, his words not really making you feel any safer. “W-Who are you?” You asked in a tone only a bit above a whisper. It was clear that you were afraid, yet you made no attempt to leave.

“I’m Jack.” He answered simply, not offering any more information that could help you understand what exactly was going on. You had just let your stalker into your home, and now you were having a semi-calm conversation with him.

Jack soon took another step towards you, and now only about a foot was between you.

“I’m going to take you with me. Either cooperate, or I’ll knock you out. Understand?” He stated lowly, staring down at you with complete seriousness. You were about to be kidnapped, but instead of fear you felt almost… relieved. Someone wanted you. Someone wanted you so badly that they were going to simply take you. It sounded so wrong, so terrifying, yet all you could think about was how you would no longer be alone.

And so you nodded, letting him silently lead you out of your house and into the tree line from which you would never emerge from again.

[mellowyandere]

One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 2

Reader: F

Characters: Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

Summary: Toshinori's anxiety over your absence quickly gave way to anger as he tired of your attitude. His own version of a punishment was in order.

Length: 6.7k

Warnings: non-con spanking, yandere themes, bathing, non-con, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, size kink.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect. 

Toshinori and Hizashi were pacing the kitchen, phones in hand as they tried to get Shouta to respond. You had been missing for upwards of six hours now and the pros were on the verge of losing it. Their sleepy counterpart had stated he wouldn't need the two blonds help, but try as they might they couldn't help the anxiety clawing away at their minds.

"Fuck Toshi what if she got hurt? I know she's capable 'n all but the woods! There's god knows what out there!" The smaller blond was vibrating he was so wound up, the mental image of bugs crawling all over you and coyotes tearing you to pieces sending him into a panic.

All Might's anxieties were a bit more practical, imagining you finding your way to the road and trying to hitch hike away from them. What if a villain found you and hurt you? Nowhere was safer than home with them.

"Shouta is fully capable of finding her, any minute now and he'll give me a call..." The words were meant to bring Hizashi comfort, but he was struggling to convince himself as well. His phone was clutched in his large hand, its silence on the verge of killing him.

When it finally rang he almost threw it across the room as he fumbled it. Slamming the answer button he brought the phone to his ear.

"Where is she, is she hurt, is she alright?"

"Calm down she's fine. Dirty and upset, but otherwise relatively unharmed."

Hizashi bounded over, ears perked so he could listen in on the conversation. His perfectly aligned teeth worried his bottom lip at his husbands word choice of relatively. So he was a bit rough on recovery.

"I'll send you our coordinates, she managed to get pretty far into the endless forest. Good thing that contact of yours set up this quirk or else she would have reached the main road hours ago."

Toshinori heard your disgruntled yelling in the background at Shouta's newest revelation before the line went dead. His phone pinged and he made a mental note of where the two of you were. Taking a deep breath he puffed up his chest, taking on his more muscular appearance before running out the front door.

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An endless forest. Go figures. From what you could tell the further you wandered into the woods the deeper they actually became. You weren't exactly sure how they got in and out the house around the quirk, but the path you took was clearly not it.

You were currently sitting on the ground, back to Shouta as you simmered. Now that he was no longer plastered on top of you your anger was rekindled. You could feel his eyes burning holes into you, but you were far too pissed off to acknowledge him. It was a good thing he seemed to know when to leave you be, not bothering with conversation after fucking you into the forest floor.

The only thing he'd done since violating you was get his capture weapon, dragging you along so he didn't lose sight of you again.

Your head was still pounding from when you had hit the ground earlier. Combining that with how filthy you were and Shouta's cooling cum on your inner thighs, and you feel like absolute shit.

The sound of a loud thud behind you caused you to flinch. You didn't have it in you to turn around and face the number one hero right now, not sure if you would be able to handle whatever expression was on his face.

"Oh goodness, Shouta she's a mess what did you do?"

The dark haired man simply huffed in response, eyes rolling at the number ones concern.

"Just get us home, she needs a bath."

You hated when they talked about you like you weren't there, as if you were just some pet or child instead of your own autonomous person.

All Mights heavy footsteps approached you, stopping just shy of touching you. When you made no move to acknowledge his presence he sighed deeply, tutting at your behavior, before scooping you up bridal style. You closed your eyes to avoid looking at him, turning away from his broad chest.

"Shouta you can just grip around my neck from behind, it will only take a couple minutes to get back."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes at his words. He had covered what took you six hours in mere minutes.

As soon as Eraserhead had confirmed himself secure All Might took off. Wind rushed passed you as he soared high above the canopy. You peeked your eyes open, trying desperately to see where the forest ended, but much to your dismay the nearest city looked to be hundreds of miles away, and any possible roads were obscured by trees.

"Take a good look Y/N," Toshinori murmured to you, voice rumbling against your ear. He didn't need to say more, you understood him loud and clear. Escape won't be possible, even if you get out you can't outrun me, and even if you hide it's only a matter of time before we find you. Your tears of frustration fell more freely now. Way to rub salt in the wound.

When you landed a minute or so later Shouta wasted no time in dropping off the giant while Toshinori quickly brought you inside. Hizashi greeted you at the front door, a strange mixture of relief, anger and disappointment swirling in his emerald eyes.

"Oh no baby look at yah. I got the water runnin' in the master bath in your room Toshi come on lets get her clean." Toshinori followed Hizashi upstairs, refusing to put you down. You all trailed through his bedroom, simplistic design leaving the space void of personality, until you ended up in his bathroom. The room was large, to accommodate the size of its owner, with white marble tiles on the floor, accompanied by white walls and white appliances, giving the room a sterile feeling.

"Hizashi, Shouta, I'll take care of her for now." You had expected a bit of protest from Hizashi but he merely walked out with a sad nod.

"Take it easy on her okay, it's partially my fault she got out..." Shouta mumbled, following his husband out of the bathroom. The door closed with a soft click and for the first time since coming into this house you found yourself alone with All Might. He was normally so busy you barely ever saw him, but now here he was, gently lowering you to the floor.

He stepped away from you, running his hand under the large free standing tubs faucet to test the water temperature. Hizashi had left everything he'd need to clean you up, towel and spare clothes included.

"Go ahead and strip." His voice was colder than normal, an edge to it that filled you with unease. Turning to finally look at him you sucked in your breath. His eyes were fixated on you, searing you with a look that was equal parts disappointment and wounded. He was still in his muscular form, kneeling impatiently beside the bath.

Heat rushed to your face as you slowly began to peel off your filthy clothes, until you were standing in front of him in your bra and underwear. He quirked an eyebrow at you as his frowned deepened.

"All of it." Anger and fear mixed dangerously in your mind as you glared at him.

"I can clean myself."

"I don't recall asking if you could. Strip, now."

When you made no move to comply he threw his head back in exasperation, heaving a large sigh before standing to his full height.

"I have had enough of your behavior young lady. I understand your frustration with us, but we're doing this for your own good. Would you really rather waste away in prison?"

"I'd rather you assholes just kill me already or something, this whole playing pet thing is really starting to piss me off!" His face dropped, teeth grinding against one another as his mind processed what you said. You had no idea how villains got the nerve to fight him, right now it was taking everything inside you to not back down and apologize.

"Kill you? Are you serious right now!" He stomped up to you, frame looming over you threateningly as his eyes blazed with fury.

Swallowing hard you steeled your nerves, you had nothing left to lose so might as well give him a piece of your mind.

"I was perfectly fine before you fuckers brought me here! I don't need you! The fact that you had to prevent me from using my quirk is proof enough that I don't need you! Sure I might not have had much, but it was mine! My life to own and do whatever the hell I wanted with, not yours to take!"

"The moment you decided killing people was the only way to solve your problems was the moment you lost the rights to your life. As heroes in this world, and enforcers of justice, you are sentenced to our care. Now stop arguing with me and strip."

Puffing out your chest you narrowed your tear stained eyes and fixed him with the nastiest look you could muster. "Fuck. You."

In that moment you saw something inside him snap. Mouth pulled tight in a terrifying scowl, he had you maneuvered faster than you could comprehend. One moment you had been standing in front of him, the next you were strewn over his lap, facing the floor.

You yelled out in anger, clawing at his calves through his cargo pants. You knew what would be coming next, but your brain didn't want to slow down to think about how humiliating it was about to be.

"If you want to act like a child then you'll be punished like one. Count. One for every hour you were gone. Be grateful it's not more."

"Let go of me you fucking assho- aH!"

His large hand made contact with your clothed ass, the slap muffled by the sound of running water.

"Count."

You bit down on your bottom lip hard, tears leaving trails as they washed the dirt down your face. You waited with bated breath, the stinging on your ass for now was bearable enough.

"Y/N, you will count on this next one or I will double your punishment. I'm done playing games with you."

You tensed on the expanse of his massive thighs. You didn't want to count, didn't want to give in, but deep down you knew you'd never win.

His hand came down again with another resounding smack right on top of the first hit. You let out a sob from the impact, choking out a soft "one" as your self preservation instincts kicked your ego to the curb.

"Good, only five more to go."

Your head hung in shame as you waited for your punishment to end, jolting and squeaking out numbers every time he made contact with your burning flesh. To his credit he applied the same level of force with each hit, but every time he made contact the intensity of your burn increased until finally you cried out a broken "six".

You felt so pathetic, strewn across All Mights lap. You used to be so independent, never did you imagine this would be your fate. What happened to your self confidence? The fire inside of you that pushed you to rid the world of villains felt smoldered. Doused by the degrading nature of your stay with the three pro heroes.

It made you want to curl up in a ball and cry until your head pounded from exhaustion. Today was simply getting to be too much for you to mentally handle. From your failed escape attempt, your pathetic attempt at self defense against Shouta, learning running was a pointless waste of your time, to now getting a spanking like a fucking child from All Might himself. The list of losses just kept adding up, and none of them were in your favor.

You were openly sobbing, and the fact that you were crying was pissing you off even more, making for a horrible cycle where you simply cried harder. Toshinori gently moved you around in his hold until he had you clutched to his chest, gently shushing you as you clung to him. Despite how wrong it was you found comfort in Toshinori as he rubbed soft circles into your back, grasping small handfuls of his t-shirt as you stained the white fabric with tears and dirt.

"Everything is going to be okay, I know you've had a bad day and being locked up isn't easy for you. Just give it some time Y/N and you'll see that things here aren't so bad with us. We're here for you, and we're never going to tire of you, even with that stubborn attitude of yours."

Toshinori waited patiently for your sobbing to turn into soft hiccups before peeling you off of him. He removed what little clothes you had left and then lowered you into the tub. The drain was unplugged since you were still filthy, and sitting you in a full tub of water would murky up the clean bath.

Grabbing a large cup Toshinori filled it and poured water over your naked body. You watched with unfocused and puffy eyes as the proof of your failed escape attempt swirled down the drain. Only when the water finally ran clear did Toshinori put the plug in. The lulling warmth progressively crept higher up your body, your head bobbing as you grew sleepy. Toshinori turned the water off once the water had reached your chest, leaving it a good bit from the lip of the tub.

You heard the rustling of clothes but paid the source no mind. You didn't so much as react when the now naked hero stepped into the bath, shimmying down until you were surrounded by him. The water level rose drastically with the addition of the 560 pound man. His thick thighs were splayed on either side of you, solid abdominal muscles pressed into your back.

You heard the pop of a bottle before two large hands gently began to lather your skin in body wash.

"I'm not sure how you like your hair cleaned princess. Whenever women find out I use two in one shampoo they give me a look like I kicked a puppy so I'll just leave that to you for another time." He chuckled softly as he spoke, massaging the tightness out of your shoulders before moving down to your arms.

He spoke so casually, as if all his anger from earlier evaporated with the ending of your punishment. You found yourself grateful that he moved on so quickly instead of lingering on your emotional degradation.

You felt his cock stir a bit as he came back to your chest, cupping them and working the soap onto your skin with more attention than he'd shown your shoulders. You stiffened a bit, but since he made no further move to grind himself against you, you remained in his hold.

"I'm sorry for being rough with you, I'd much rather do something relaxing like this than bring you pain." He pulled you until your head was laying on the expanse of his chest, the deep pounding of his heart mingling with the ringing in your ears. It was almost relaxing, minus the growing erection pressed against your lower back.

Reluctantly his hands left your breast, moving further down your body. He rubbed the soft expanse of your stomach, humming happily at your lack of resistance to him. Only when his hands drifted further did you begin to stir a bit.

"Now young lady I need to make sure all of you is cleaned up okay? You're behaving yourself so well I'd really hate to ruin the moment."

"No, no. Please. Just this one thing.."

His hands paused. He hated how broken you sounded right now. Pulling back he raised his arms outside the tub and rested them along the edges. You relaxed a bit as he retreated.

"Alright Y/N, do you need any soap?"

Sighing softly in relief, you were glad that he was willing to give you this. It almost made you feel human again.

"Nah, it's not healthy to use soap down there."

Toshinori merely hummed in acknowledgement, sliding further into the bath and pushing you along with him as he got comfortable.

You cleaned your core gently, it was still a bit sore from what Shouta had done earlier to you. Only once you deemed yourself spotless did you get soap to lather on the parts of you Toshinori had not gotten to. Speaking of, his breathing had gotten a lot deeper. You peaked back at him noticing his head uncomfortably resting against the tub as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Peering down his naked body you couldn't help but gasp softly as you took note of the large injury covering part of his abdomen. You turned towards him, sending ripples through the water as you cautiously brought your hand to the deep scar. You knew that All Might had been injured enough to force him into a smaller form, but seeing the injury first hand was something else entirely. Who on earth had been able to hurt this titan of a man?

You hadn't realized Toshinori had woken up until his large hand gently covered your own. Meeting his soft gaze you were taken aback by his sad smile.

"The man who did this to me, some say it would be best if I just killed him already. But that's not what heroes do, that's not what Nana would do."

Taking hold of your body Toshinori moved you until he had you straddling the smallest part of his waist. Since you were both completely naked you kept your eyes trained on his injury, heat rushing to your cheeks at the intimacy of the position. His hands rose from the water, gently cupping your face and drawing your gaze to his own.

"When I look at you sometimes I can see her. Your strong will, your intelligence, how beautiful you are... but you're not the same person. Not in a bad way, no you are unique. Your own individual, and someone who I've come to love, even if you don't feel the same way."

His blue orbs were hypnotizing, almost as if he believed if he tried hard enough your own glassy orbs would mirror his loving gaze, or perhaps he'd see it hidden in the depths of your irises.

This moment was far too intimate and personal for your comfort, it was so different than anything any of the men had done before. In a way you almost preferred when they failed to acknowledge you as an equal, it made it easier to hate them. But right now, sitting in the warm bath atop Toshinori, you could feel your resolve slipping.

You didn't want to bring attention to his confession so you decided to try and divert the subject.

"Who's Nana?" You had never heard of her before, not even in tabloids referring to All Might. Toshinori's hands froze on your face, eyes scrunching up as he contemplated on how he wanted to answer.

"Nana... Nana was my mentor. Though calling her that doesn't feel right, she was more like a mother to me. She's the reason I am who I am. Without her I'd be nothing."

Past tense, he was using a lot of past tense. It didn't take a genius to interpret why. His forlorn expression filled in the gaps, so you didn't bother to ask what had become of her. He saw you in the same light he saw this woman?

"Y/N, will you sleep with me tonight?"

Taking note of your hesitation he continued speaking before you could voice any protests.

"Coming home and realizing you were gone.. I was so worried, so afraid I'd never see you again. That you'd be taken away from me, and I don't know if I can handle losing you. I've lost so many people that I cared deeply about, I refuse to lose you too."

How in the ever loving fuck were you supposed to refuse him now. Even though you were still mad at him from his earlier form of punishment you couldn't find it in you to hurt him right now.

"Yeah that's fine, but just tonight. You probably put off a ridiculous amount of heat or snore or something..."

Toshinori flashed you his signature smile before bellowing out a laugh. The water rippled and your body jostled along with his hearty chuckle.

"Me? Snore? No, it'll be the coughing that might get to you haha-ack"

Pain flashed across his face before you felt his body rapidly shrink beneath you with a large puff of smoke. He scrambled upright, causing you to fall against him as he hacked out a lung. You awkwardly placed your hand on his back and rubbed small circles as one of his arms gripped you tightly for balance.

"So-sorry I think I was in my muscular form for too long."

He looked a bit sheepish, using the back of his forearm to wipe off some blood that had dribbled down his chin. You merely sat there, doing your best to look anywhere but him as he collected himself.

"The water's getting cold, come on let's get out princess."

You stood up first, awkwardly stepping over his legs and out of the tub. You were a bit embarrassed that he kept his eyes trained on you the whole time while his hands hovered to ensure your safety. A pile of large fluffy towels were set to the side of the tub on a stool. Grabbing the one on top you began the process of drying off.

You heard the sloshing of water as Toshinori stood up, followed by the sound of the plug being pulled and water draining. Looking over it amazed you that even in his smaller form he was was still intimidating. Wiry muscles clung tight to his frame, the angles of his face casting shadows across his eyes. Stepping out he grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry himself off as well.

"Hizashi left you some clothes it would seem... though they look a bit uncomfortable. You can borrow a spare shirt of mine, I also have a spare toothbrush on the top right hand draw of the counter if you want to hide out in my room tonight."

You very much wanted to avoid Hizashi, not sure if you could handle whatever he'd have in store for you right now. Out of three men here, he made you the most nervous. Even now, as you held the scandalous lingerie up to the light you knew he was still going to want his share of punishment.

"I'll take your shirt offer, as well as the hiding out offer. I don't think I can handle him tonight."

Toshinori hummed in acknowledgement before heading to his bedroom and shuffling about before reappearing with one of his large white t-shirts. He had on boxers now, which he must have bought specifically for his smaller form because they hugged all of him rather snugly. Tossing the shirt your way he meandered about the bathroom, preparing for sleep.

You both finished around the same time, leaving you to awkwardly shuffle towards his gigantic bed. He followed behind you, large hand on the small of your back to encourage you onwards.

You wanted him to sleep on the other side of the bed but weren't sure exactly how to voice your desire, especially when he followed so closely behind you. Pulling back the sheets you slid under the cool covers, and yet again Toshinori somehow found a way to leave you with no space.

After turning off the bedside lamp his long limbs quickly ensnared you, pulling you close and tucking you into his embrace. He was warm, but not unpleasantly hot.

Just for tonight. You'd give him this just for tonight. You were also beyond exhausted, your limbs heavy as you sunk into his ridiculously comfortable mattress. Your mind, which had been drifting off ever since the bath, finally dipped into unconsciousness. Your soft breathing filled the air as Toshinori watched you finally succumb to slumber. Smiling softly he lovingly stroked your cheek, planting a kiss to your forehead before giving in himself.

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Waking with a jolt you were thrown off by limbs harshly clutching your body. It took you a moment to remember that you weren't in your own bedroom, meaning Toshinori was currently holding you like his life depended on it.

The room was pitch black so you had no idea what time it was, but figured it was still way to early to be awake. His grip on your body was borderline painful causing you to groan out in sleepy annoyance.

"Toshinori, damnit, wake up. You're squeezing me too tight," you grumbled, wiggling a bit to try and jostle him awake. He was murmuring in his sleep, deep voice grumbling against you with the way he had you pressed against his chest.

"D-don't go... no no. I am here... please."

His body was trembling, caught in a nightmare that you couldn't see.

You raised your voice a bit, trying harder to wake him up but he still wouldn't release his grip on you. Only when you accidentally elbowed him did he finally react to you.

With a harsh gasp he threw himself on top of you, pushing you into the mattress. His blue eyes were a wild blaze, messy blond hair framing his angular face. His long bangs were plastered to his forehead from sweat, lungs heaving to swallow air.

"Y/N?"

He looked so lost, eyes clouded with tears as his brain finally registered he was no longer trapped in his own personal hell. Groaning out in discomfort he lowered his body on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to ground himself.

"Ah, I'm- I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up... fuck." Moving down he rested his head against your chest, as if he needed to hear your heart beating beneath him in order to assure himself you were really here.

All you could find it in yourself to do was sigh in exhaustion, body going limp as you relaxed beneath him. It was a good thing he was in his smaller form, since he wasn't attempting to keep any of his weight off of you. You closed your eyes, not quite ready to ask him what his nightmare had been about.

He sniffled softly into your chest, arms unwinding from your waist to gently rub against your exposed flesh. His shirt had drifted up your body, leaving your stomach and lower half exposed.

"May I, may I touch you please?"

"You already are..."

"Oh, uh- yeah it would seem I am. Could I touch you, um down here?" His hand trailed down, knuckles softly brushing against your bare thighs.

You cracked your eyes open to look down at him, his own glowing orbs pleading up to you.

"Toshinori can we just go back to sleep? Please?"

Biting his bottom lip his hand continued to drift closer to your naked core, eyes averting from your own as he thought about what he was going to do next.

"I know I'm not around as much as Hizashi and Shouta but gosh I just- I need to feel you right now. The way they talk about you, how perfect you feel, I need you."

"I-I'd rather we just sleep, Hizashi is still mad at me an-"

Toshinori slid up your body, silencing your protests with a kiss. His hand slid up all the way, using his own thigh as leverage to keep you from closing yours.

His tongue delved into your mouth, fingers finally meeting your outer folds. You struggled beneath him, breaking the kiss.

"Toshinori please, I just want to sleep." In reality you were scared. You had seen his length before, and you'd be a liar if you said it didn't intimidate you. That coupled with the fact that tonight had been going semi-well with the pro, him finally having his share of you would cement your fate in this house even further. His fingers had paused, body still as he took you in below him.

"You don't have to do a thing then princess, I'll take care of everything. Just lay back and relax I promise I'll make you feel good."

"To-Toshinori please, I just want to sleep," you looked deep into his eyes as you pleaded with him, hoping somehow you could find the part of him that knew this was wrong. He gave you a sad smile, his eyes still a bit glassy from his nightmare.

"Just think of this as the last of your punishment then. I still don't think you realize just how terrified I was when I came home to an empty house."

You shook your head, sniffling a bit as tears formed. You tried to push him off but he merely took one large hand and easily secured both of your wrists above your head. His other hand resumed ever so gently teasing you, working on getting you aroused.

"Just lay back and relax alright, then we can go back to sleep. I just-I just need to feel you right now. Need to make sure you're really here."

You worked your bottom lip with you teeth, eyes closed so you no longer had to look at him. His thumb trailed up to press light circles against your clit while his middle finger began to delve a bit deeper, teasing your sore hole. Your body had gone slack, tired of the fact that this was just another situation in which your powerlessness was painfully on display. You didn't have it in you mentally to put up a fight.

Toshinori moved his slim hips until his clothed cock was pressed against your right thigh, rutting against you while he worked you open. He gave a gentle peck to your forehead before trailing kisses down your face to your mouth. He captured your lips with his own, freeing your bottom lip from your teeth and moaning into your unwilling mouth.

You didn't work with him, not giving him the satisfaction of your consent, but he wasn't deterred. He simply moved down, back arching as he made his way to your chest. His erection left your thigh as he finally settled on his stomach between your legs, allowing him to comfortably take your right nipple into his hot mouth.

He nipped at the sensitive bud, long finger pushing into you at the same time while he continued to work your clit. His movements were slow as he savored every moment, sleepy mind basking in the warmth of your body.

You tried to drift back to sleep, thinking that perhaps in the emptiness of unconsciousness you could avoid your punishment, but Toshinori was surprisingly very skilled when it came to manipulating your body. You shuddered beneath him when he gave a particularly hard suck to your breast, his lean digit rubbing against the spongy spot on your inner walls that had you clamping down on him in return.

His pace was torture, just on the cusp of bringing you satisfaction, but he seemed plenty content with dragging this out. You wiggled below him in annoyance, attempting to grind down against his hand in anger and desperation. If he was going to force himself on you then the least he could do was not torment you about it.

With a soft sigh Toshinori released your nipple from his mouth, a small trail of spit connected to his lips. Opening your eyes you glared down at him, while his eyelids were hooded in an amorous gaze.

"Tell me what you need me to do for you princess."

"Let me sleep."

Toshinori gave a sleepy chuckle before peppering your chest with lazy kisses.

"You're more than welcome to try."

Resting his head against your chest he continued to pump his finger excruciatingly slow, easily pushing all the way in to his knuckle, thanks to how wet you had become, before dragging out with a languid come hither motion against your sensitive walls.

You could feel your heart accelerate as he lazily stroked pleasure into your slack body. The way in which you velvety walls clamped down on him far too telling of his skill. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn't so damn good at this. In some sick and twisted way though, his loving movements quelled the rage inside you.

Did you want this? Tears slipped down your face as you realized that some fucked up part of you just might. Toshinori hummed softly into your flesh while he lazily worked you closer to your climax, the endorphins flooding your brain working to wash away your inner turmoil. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your clit while he nipped and sucked on whatever flesh he could reach.

Once he realized you were close to finishing he simply added another finger, stretching and wiggling the two digits to help open you up. You moaned softly at the intrusion, hips bucking as you gave in to him. It didn't take him much longer to finally push you over the edge, but he didn't stop like you had hoped. Adding a third digit you inhaled sharply at the burning sensation, stretched walls still spasming from your orgasm.

"I'll make sure you're ready, don't worry about a thing. Just a little bit more, you're tight but I'll fit."

"It- you won't fit, please you know you won't."

As if to prove you wrong he pushed a bit harder then you were prepared for, burying three of his fingers knuckle deep and forcing a pained whine from your throat. He began to move, getting on his knees and arching his body over your own while continuing to stroke your now sensitive and stinging cunt.

"As I said earlier, just think of this as the ending to your punishment."

"But Hizashi hasn't-" Toshinori cut you off with a pointed look.

"That's not my fault now is it?" You cringed away from him, his cold tone from earlier in the night caused your chest to tighten in fear.

He sighed lowly at your frightened expression, before giving you a small smile and another gentle peck to your forehead.

"Just lay back and relax alright?" He gave your captured wrists a light squeeze as he spoke, large frame hovering over you as he continued to scissor his fingers inside you. The burning sensation from being stretched out began to subside as the familiar warmth of pleasure took hold of you once more.

"There we go, just like that. The more you relax the easier this will be I promise."

Finally pulling his devilish hand away from your soaked pussy he made quick work of shimmying out of his underwear, long cock springing free. The tip was red with a good bit of pre-cum dripping down his intimidating length, some getting lost in his neatly trimmed curly blond pubic hair.

You had flashbacks to the first time you saw it, a bit relieved that in his smaller form he lost a bit of girth. But holy shit if this 7 foot 2 inch giant of a man wasn't packing heat.

Heat flushed Toshinori's face as he watched you take him in. He knew his size could be a bit alarming, which is why he was well versed in the art of foreplay.

Bringing himself down on top of you he lined his tip up with your entrance, free hand helping to guide himself in. You could feel him, gently rubbing himself on your outer lips to gather your slick. His raspy breaths ghosted across the hot expanse of your face, while he closed his eyes, letting out a low groan as he began to push in.

"Sh-shit yes, just like that, ah fuck it'll be a tight fit."

You whined as he began to work on sinking into you, his hand leaving his cock in favor of gently wrapping around your throat.

Despite his best efforts his fingers hadn't been enough preparation when compared to his cock. Gasping in pain you thrashed beneath him. He shushed you gently, fingers stroking your throat delicately as he speared you open. Little by little he rocked his hips into you, holding you down while you cried out in pain.

"So good, you're doing so good. The worst is over okay princess hold out for me."

You hardly knew what he meant by worst part when it felt like he was never going to bottom out. He brought his face down beside yours, huffing and groaning into your ear until finally he was flush with you, cock buried to the hilt. You were breathing hard, small whines and whimpers slipping past your lips at how he stretched you.

"Oh shit. You- you're fucking perfect."

"Too much, it's too much plea-" much to your frustration his mouth met your own again in order to cut off your protests. He pressed your head into the pillow to try and prevent you from pulling away from him again, hungrily following your escape attempts. The hand he had around your throat receded, only to snake its way between the two of you so he could continue teasing your sensitive clit.

His hips began to move again, assuming he had given you plenty of time to adjust based off the way your pussy clenched around him as if begging for more.

He starting off with the same tempo he had been doing for the majority of the night, so slow it was as if he was teasing you. But as the burning sensation in your poor cunt eased you realized he was doing it for your benefit. He wanted you to enjoy this, needed you to find pleasure and comfort in him. After all this was your first time with him, he wanted to make sure you weren't afraid when he came back for more.

As your whimpers subsided, replaced with hushed moans, only then did Toshinori begin to pick up the pace. Finally he released your mouth from his kiss, both of you gasping for air. He showered you with praise as he fucked into you, deep gravely voice never letting you forget just how much he cared for you.

For your part all you could do was submit to him, letting his deft finger and cock bring you back to the brink of orgasm. Your warm walls fluttered around him as he took you closer and closer, the resounding slap of flesh on flesh filling the room as he lost himself in his own pleasure. He was grounded only long enough to see you through, but as soon as you began to convulse around him, hips bucking and pretty mouth moaning obscenely, his mind blanked out.

He abandoned your clit, hand coming up to join the other and thread his fingers through your own. He hammered into you, painfully drawing out your orgasm as he chased his own climax. The juxtapose of him lovingly holding your hands to his feral thrusts was giving you mental whiplash.

"Yes, yes fuck. So good for me, don't ever leave me again. Shit - fuck I can't lose anyone else."

His thrusts were erratic, your whole body forced to move against his. You had assumed he would cum in you, just as Hizashi and Shouta had already done, but right before he finished he pulled out quickly. Pressing the head of his cock into your skin, hot thick surges of cum covered your stomach. The excess quickly began to drip down the side of your body, mingling with your sweat on the sheets below.

Coming down from his high, his hands were still intertwined with your own, skinny body heaving from exertion. For your part your heart rate had mostly settled after your second orgasm, leaving you effectively spent under him.

You had managed to keep your eyes closed while he had fucked you, only now opening them to find him observing you fondly. Releasing his hold on you he leaned over to his bedside table and grabbed a spare handkerchief, using it to wipe off his cooling cum.

Only when he deemed you properly spotless did he toss the cloth to the floor and flop down in the bed beside you. Drawing your weary body against him he folded around you, capturing you once more in his unrelenting grip.

"I know you haven't been here very long, but I can't help but love you so much it hurts. I'll be good to you if you're good to me okay?"

A meager "m-kay" was all you had it in you to respond with, but it was all the man wanted to hear. With a satisfied hum Toshinori pecked your forehead with one last kiss before you both succumbed to sleep.

[pupandangelscoffee]

Three makes a family

Eddie Diaz x Evan "Buck" Buckley x Female reader

Genre: mostly fluff, slight angst in the middle

TW: mentions of alcohol, arguing

Word count: slightly over 3K

Taglist: @enterprise-medical

Buck really loved Carla and he knew that Eddie did too, especially since Chris always seemed to happy around her. That is why he did not understand why Eddie chose to hire a babysitter for Chris, clearly Carla could do the babysitting. Eddie tried explaining that he wanted Carla to be able to have some days off, too. After all, it can be exhausting to babysit a very energetic kid all day.

Even if Buck does not understand Eddie’s motivations, he is now sitting in the older male’s living room and waiting for the doorbell to ring, already painting a picture of the babysitter in his head. She probably looks like an evil witch with gray hair and lots of wrinkles on her face, making her seem friendly despite her secretly scaring children by telling them she would eat them. Though as soon as the doorbell rings, Chris starts racing his dad to the door, leaving a very confused Buck behind. “Why did his little buddy seem so excited to see the new babysitter? Why was his little buddy more excited to see his babysitter than he was when Buck came over earlier?? This just feels unfair!” Buck concludes in his head, getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. From his place he can hear the excited yells from Chris, a small smile immediately creeping on his face though dropping almost instantly when he remembers that he wasn’t the one making Chris that happy.

After taking another deep breath, he makes his way over to the living room very steadily, ready to assess you. However, as soon as he lays eyes on you, he chokes up and trips over his own feet, crashing into the small table on the side and dropping his glass. Startled by the sound, Chris, Eddie and you turn around to face him, you immediately jumping up and helping the young firefighter with the broken glass. “You didn’t tell me that I have to babysit two kids, Eds” you state, earning laughter from Chris and Eddie and an embarrassed look from Buck. “You must be Buck, right? Chris has told me a lot about you” you tell the embarrassed man, who is still in shock from seeing your beauty up close. Chuckling softly, you grab the shards of broken glass from his hands before heading to the kitchen to get a towel and throw the shards away.

“So, what do you think?” Eddie asks Buck softly while you are out of the room, however, he does not get a response as Buck simply continues staring at the spot you were sitting a moment ago. Chris slowly gets up and hugs Buck, thinking that the firefighter got hurt when he tripped, though Eddie quickly understood what was going on and shakes his head. Seems like Buck 1.0 still existed somewhere in his younger friend, despite everyone telling him that Buck was no longer like that. Perhaps he should talk to Maddie about this, needing someone’s opinion, that actually knew Buck as well as he did. Though before he has the chance to excuse himself, you are back in the living room and making your way over to Chris. “Ready for a fun day, Chris?” you ask him with a smile playing on your lips to which Chris eagerly nods and allows you to pick him up. “I will bring him home at 8 tonight, alright Eds?” you state, turning to look at the older male. “Yeah, 8 sounds perfect. I will see you tonight.” He replies, smiling at you and walking over to press a kiss goodbye onto Chris’s forehead.

As soon as you and Chris are gone, he gets another cup of water and pours it over Buck’s head, successfully pulling him out of his trance. “Do not even think about sleeping with Y/N, Evan.” He states lowly, giving the younger firefighter a glare while Buck just looks up at him sheepishly. “In my defense, you forgot to mention that the new babysitter was smoking hot. A warning would have been nice.” He grumbles as he shakes his head, sending water droplets flying everywhere before getting up and dropping on to the couch with a small groan. The response left Eddie frowning, sure, he was aware that you were attractive and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t attracted to you, especially after seeing how much Chris adores you. However, that did not lessen the blow of Buck’s blunt response. Perhaps that was why he was fearing that Buck 1.0 was back, he didn’t want you to be scared off purely because his best friend was incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. “Just try not to fuck her immediately when you get her alone, please. Chris really likes her.” Eddie nearly begs, deciding it was better that he doesn’t add that he likes you too. Buck sighs and nods, pouting a bit. Though for his little buddy, he would definitely try not to get into her pants. After all, he didn’t want Chris to hate him, especially if it was because he couldn’t control himself around you. However, this wasn’t going to stop him from teasing Eddie by flirting with you, because despite the older man trying to hide it, he could tell that Eddie had a thing for you as well.

8 comes quicker than the two males expect and they are slightly startled from their cuddled position when they hear the door opening. Glancing out into the hallway, they spot you carrying a sleeping Chris into his room, unknowingly causing both of the males to smile. Soon enough, you walk into the living room and whisper “he is asleep now and probably won’t be waking up any time soon. We had a lot of fun” before grabbing your bag that you placed on the table in the hallway on your way in. It was clear that you were about to leave, so Buck jumps up and grabs your hand, putting on his best kicked puppy expression. “Why don’t you stay for a bit longer? We have some wine in the fridge and I will drop you off at your place later, I wouldn’t feel right letting a pretty lady like yourself be outside all by yourself.” He states softly, pouting a bit in hopes that it would convince you to stay. You glance between him and his friend, who was eagerly nodding, before sighing and setting down your bag. “Fine, I’ll stay for a bit. But only if you have anything to eat that isn’t almost pure sugar.” You agree, your request causing the older male to jump into motion and quickly rushing into the kitchen to put a pizza in the oven for you. Meanwhile, Buck leads you back to the couch, not letting go of your hand until you pull it away.

Somehow you end up being squished between the two men, a glass of wine in your hand and the pizza on the table. After some small arguing, they decided to just let you choose the movie, so now they had to suffer through one of your favorite horror movies. While you sit there not even flinching, Buck is absolutely terrified and unsure whether he should feel impressed by the fact that you do not mind horror movies or scared that you clearly do not cringe at the big amounts of blood spattering all over the screen. On the other side, Eddie has managed to wrap his arm around your shoulder, with the excuse that he feels safer if he knows that you and Buck are safe and within his reach. He is definitely impressed by your ability to keep a straight face at the movie, though definitely not as surprised as Buck, especially because he knew about your background.

Soon enough the first movie is finished, then a second one, then a third and the next thing you know, you wake up to the smell of bacon in a bed that was most certainly not yours. Looking down at yourself, you realize that the shirt you are wearing is also not yours, leaving you confused for a moment because you do not recall getting changed the previous night. Sighing, you quickly come to the conclusion that one of the two men must have changed you. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you make your way into the kitchen, where you are greeted by the sight of a small family breakfast with Buck, Eddie and Chris. Deep inside your heart, you wish to wake up to that small family every morning, though that wish quickly gets locked up and hidden from the world as you make your way to the coffee machine to get a cup. Chris is the first of the three to react to your presence, calling out your nickname before grinning brightly at you. “Good morning, little one. Did you help make breakfast?” You ask, sitting down on the counter to smile at the nodding boy. “Yeah!! Daddy gave me instructions!” He explains with an excited tone before glancing at the clock and frowning. “Can you convince dad to let me stay at home today?” He asks you with a hushed tone, causing you to giggle and shake your head, whispering back “sorry, but I am sure that the captain would not enjoy you missing your big day in school. Or how else is your group supposed to present the fantastic poem you wrote?”. Chris tilts his head before thinking for a moment. “Fair after school?” he tries to negotiate, causing you to giggle again before nodding. “Sure thing, buddy. Now go brush your teeth and I will drive you to school, okay?” “Okay, mommy!” Chris replies before rushing off to brush his teeth, leaving an uncomfortable silence behind as his words sink into all of you.

Eddie and Buck are watching your interaction with Chris, the sound of your giggles making the smile without realizing it. Surely, you must have noticed that they changed you into something more comfortable last night after you had fallen asleep on Eddie’s chest. However, it just felt natural to the two males to take care of you and make you breakfast, Chris being a bit help. Though when Chris calls you mommy, they freeze and Buck even chokes on his piece of the pancake. They certainly did not expect that Chris was that fond of you, though Eddie is slightly less surprised than Buck, thinking about the countless times that Chris had asked for you to come over. Still, the sudden name caused his movement to halt as well, his brain going haywire, trying to figure out if Chris had somehow found out about his attraction for you and that is why he felt so comfortable with calling you mommy. Or perhaps it was simply because the men had decided to pull one of Eddie’s shirt on you yesterday and that is what made it seem like you two were dating. Or was it the couple of times he had invited you out with Chris and him for dinner? His train of thought is quickly broken though, when Chris appears in the kitchen and says goodbye to the two men, calling Buck dad and Eddie daddy before rushing off to your car. Once again you three are left alone in the kitchen, the silence deafening. “Drive safely, okay?” Buck manages to mutter out, making you nod. Glancing between the two men, you decide to peck their cheeks before rushing out after Chris, grabbing your bag in the process to drive him to the school.

When you return to Eddie’s house, you can already hear the yelling from the outside. Slowly making your way into the house, you can finally understand what the two were arguing about. You. From what you gathered, Eddie was upset with Buck for flirting with you while Buck was countering that obviously Eddie was too chicken to do something about his feelings for you. Avoiding nearly being hit by a vase that comes flying your way, you clear your throat causing the fight to die down and both men to turn to you. “I- uh…” Eddie starts, though you raise your hand to silence him before grabbing the stuff you had left on the couch. “Once you two grow up and handle this like actual adults, then you can call me.” You state before walking out of the house and slamming the door shut behind you, leaving the two men dumbfounded and broken.

Two months. It takes two months of Chris sulking, Bobby scolding them and roughly 5 meetings with Maddie before they can finally face each other again. Yet whenever they stare at your number, they chicken out, too afraid to call you. You had been right, they were acting like two children throwing tantrums, build on the unspoken feelings between them. But now that they were dating steadily and currently curled up together on the couch, they finally decide to call you up. However, much to their distaste, a man answers your phone and for a moment they believe they lost any chance with you, if there even was one to begin with. “Hello? Are you still there?” The man on the phone asks, causing Eddie to nod and reply with a small “yeah”. A hum is heard from the other side of the line before they hear “what do you want from my sister?”. Never in their life did the duo think that hearing such a question would be such a relief. Buck reacts quicker than Eddie and explains the situation, what has happened and why they were calling now. Another hum is audible before some commotion can be heard and then they hear your voice, a sense of happiness washing over them. For whatever reason, you actually agree to meet with them after your work, giving them the address of your workplace.

Your shift ends in 10 minutes when Buck and Eddie walk into the club where you were working, quickly spotting you behind the bar, deciding that your outfit was definitely too short for their liking. Holding on to Eddie’s hand tightly, Buck weasels his way through the crowd and stops right before you at the bar, smiling softly as you smile back. Though he can’t help but look you over once more, the small shirt definitely compliments your chest yet does not leave a lot to the imagination and your shorts are barely allowed to be titled shorts by how short they are. Eddie notices what the younger firefighter is doing and quickly elbows his ribs, earning a grunt and a displeased look from the other before smiling at you. “Three of your favorites, nena.” Eddie yells over the music to you and watches as you get to work, mixing three shot glasses filled with some purpelish looking liquor before sliding them over to him. “What would you like, Evan?” You ask softly before adding “a blowjob?” with a smirk, causing the young male to choke on his own spit, believing he did not hear you correctly. “I am talking about the drink, dumbass.” You explain with a small laugh, preparing one before setting it down before Buck, who still looks like a puppy which just got caught destroying your favorite pair of shoes. “T-Thanks,” he finally mutters out, grabbing the drink and mentally kicking himself for sounding like a schoolgirl that was talking to her first crush. You three fall into an easy conversation, barely paying attention to the time, not noticing that your shift was over until your coworker walks up behind you and tells you to start leaving. You nod and lead the two firefighters to the back room that usually only employees are allowed to enter before grabbing a shirt from your bag and pulling it on before looking at the two men. “Before you ask, yes, it is your shirt, Eds. It is just very comfy.” You state, grabbing the rest of your belongings before smiling at the boys and leading them out of the back door.

A warm ball of cuddles and limbs, that is how you would describe the three of you on Eddie’s bed right now. After you left your workplace, the boys started bombarding you with questions and you answered them all honestly, about how you chose this job in hopes that you would forget the two men that made your days so much brighter, about how you missed Chris and a bunch of other things that they wanted to know. On the way back to Eddie’s place, they stopped at some restaurant that was still open and grabbed the food. Once you were all at his place, you ate and then proceeded to talk about the three of you, about the feelings the duo had for each other and for you and how they wished for you to be a part of the small family they had created. First you jokingly denied them, teasing them that you did not have any feelings for them, but after seeing the hurt flash on their faces, you quickly explained how you returned their feelings and that you missed them a lot within the past two months, even if Carla had kept you up to date with their wellbeing. So now you were all cuddling and just enjoying the presence, because even if tomorrow was not given, if tomorrow everything could fall apart, right now you three were a happy family and you would not change that for anything in this world.

Chris’s reaction the next morning when he walks into the kitchen and sees you sitting on the counter, sipping your coffee while Buck is standing between your legs is priceless. You did not know that the kid could even hit such a high note, but he manages to do so when he screams your name and scrambles over to you, pouting at Buck standing in his way. That was most definitely not what he had in his mind when his dad told him that there was a surprise waiting for him in the kitchen. Though you quickly push Buck to the side, earning a whine from the male about how mean you are, before jumping off the counter and hugging Chris tightly, excited to spend the rest of your mornings with those three.

[blu-joons]

When You Want To Give Birth In Your Native Country ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

Once you’d finished reading through all the websites that discussed travelling whilst pregnant, you approached Jin nervously to tell him how you were feeling.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked straight away, sensing that something wasn’t quite right.

You took a seat beside him, “I’ve been researching about flying home, whilst I’m pregnant. I just feel like I’d be more comfortable if I was at home giving birth with my family.”

“Okay,” he whispered, brushing his hands through his hair. “I mean, you’re the one carrying our baby, so of course, I’ll go along with whatever makes you happy and supported.”

“You’re not upset about moving?” You asked, but his head shook back at you. “But you always said that you wanted me to give birth in Korea?”

His head shook, “what I want is for you to comfortable, I always knew that wouldn’t be Seoul.”

“Once I give birth, we can come back as soon as we can,” you tried to reassure him, “I know that’s a huge deal for you as well to move back to my home.”

“It’s worth it,” he smiled, refusing to get upset, “you’re always going to be my priority whilst you’re pregnant, always.”

“Okay, maybe I’ll start having a look at flights or something.”

Yoongi:

His head shook as soon as you finished speaking, refusing to believe that only now you’d made the decision to give birth at home rather than in Korea.

“Why now?” He questioned outrightly, staring emotionlessly across at you.

You frowned across at him, “it’s been on my mind a lot Yoongi, but I just don’t think that I feel comfortable giving birth here when everything that I know is back at home.”

“I’m here,” he tried to reason, but even that wasn’t enough for you. “Seoul is supposed to be your home now Y/N, and yet you’re just giving up like that.”

“I’m not giving up,” you spoke up, standing up from the sofa. “Why don’t you give up something for once rather than it constantly being up to me.”

A loud sigh came from him, “I didn’t tell you to give everything up and move to Seoul, you did that.”

“That’s low,” you chuckled, “but thank you, because you’ve just made my decision a lot easier. I’m giving birth at home if you want to be there, or not, that’s on you.”

“Of course, I want to be there,” he called out, following you out of the room. “Can you just sit and talk about this like adults, please?”

“You still won’t be able to change my mind.”

Hoseok:

It was a dreaded conversation for you both, especially since your mum had called you earlier in the day and wondered when the first opportunity to see her grandchild would be.

“Have you thought about us going home to give birth?” You suggested to Hobi at the end of the call.

After much of the afternoon alone, he finally returned home. “I just don’t think it’s practical for us to go home for you, it would be a lot easier if you rested here in Seoul instead.”

“But I’m all alone,” you sighed back at him, “there’s no baby classes or anything for me, I haven’t got anyone that I can share this pregnancy with Hobi, and it sucks.”

“Get out a bit more,” he suggested, forgetting about the growing bump you carried. “I’ll even pay for your mum to come out to Seoul if you want to be with her.”

Your head shook, “I want to be with her at home, and I’m afraid that that isn’t Seoul Hobi.”

“What else can I do?” He questioned, sitting down beside you. “Surely there’s got to be a middle ground that the two of us can find to sort this out?”

“What is it though?” You asked, “we both want two different things, it’s not an easy decision to make when this is a big deal.”

“Let’s sit and talk about it then and figure something out.”

Namjoon:

As you came to the next part in your birthing plan, the two of you both froze, turning your heads to look at each other with weak smiles in response to the question.

“We should go to your home,” Namjoon announced before you even had the chance to speak.

Your eyes widened at his statement, “are you joking?” You asked, “how can you just give everything up in Korea so easily, don’t you want me to give birth here?”

“No,” he simply stated, “I know you’re stubborn, but I want you to be comfortable. I know you’ll be safer at home, so I think it makes much more sense for us to be there.”

“Namjoon,” you sighed as he took a hold of your hands, “we could be there for months, are you really willing to give up everything that you have here for so long?”

His head nodded, “for the sake of my wife and my child, then I’d do it in a heartbeat Y/N.”

“This is huge,” you frowned, still stunned by his answer. “I never expected you to say that you’d be happy if the two of us went home to experience this.”

“Seoul, or Korea, never crossed my mind,” he informed you, “there’s only one place I want for us to be when we have our child, and that’s your home.”

“I don’t even know what to say, thank you so much Joon.”

Jimin:

The second you suggested beginning to look at hospitals in Seoul, Jimin’s head shook, refusing to even let you mention the name of one in your home.

“You need to look back at home, maybe ask your mum,” he cryptically suggested to you.

Your head shook, feeling you phone be snatched out of your hands. “What do you want me to do? Just give birth here in our house, I’m not doing that.”

“No, I want you to look at places at home, because that’s where I want us to be,” he smiled, “I want you to be at home with your family there to support you.”

“But what about you and your family?” You asked him, feeling your heart begin to pound. “You don’t have the time, and your family will be gutted I’ll be gone as well.”

His shoulders shrugged, “I’ll be there with you, and I know that my family would understand too.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you sighed, brushing your hands through your hair. “Is this really something that you’re sure about, in your heart?”

“These are the times when you need to be with your family,” he reminded you, “and I want to make sure that I’m able to take you back to them.”

“As long as you’re sure, I guess I’ll give my parents a ring.”

Taehyung:

You were terrified even to look at Taehyung as you informed him of your wish to head home to give birth, already sensing the tension that came from him.

“What are you thinking?” You asked him, as you were met only by silence. “This is our decision.”

His head shook as he looked up at you, “it sounds to me like you’ve already made your mind up. You’ve settled on home before you’ve even spoken to me about all of this.”

“I’ve not decided,” you clarified, “but I do have a preference to go home and be with my family. They’ve missed out on everything during this pregnancy, I want them to be involved.”

“So, my family have to miss out on you giving birth because you want to go home?” He questioned, “what’s so wrong about giving birth in Seoul?”

You scoffed loudly, “it’s not home Taehyung, and I don’t want my family to miss out on everything.”

“I don’t know how I’d even be able to make it work; it would be months away from work,” he mumbled to himself, “have you even given that any thought?”

“Of course,” you sighed, “but for once, I think I should come first. And with that, I hope that you’d support me in this decision.”

“I’m going to have to give it a lot of thought before deciding.”

Jungkook:

Rather than you, Jungkook was the first one to ask the question of where you wanted to be when you gave birth, making sure that he put you above everything else.

“Home would be nice,” you admitted as soon as he suggested it, “but this is home for me too.”

His head shook, watching your eyes closely. “Your face gives it away Y/N, I know you want to fly home to give birth. I don’t know if you worry that it would hurt me, but it doesn’t.”

“It’s a commitment for you to make the decision to come home with me,” you reminded him, “you’ve got everything that you’ve ever known here, not with me.”

“Everything I want is with you and the baby,” he corrected, resting his hand against your tummy. “Just be honest, if you really had to choose, which would it be?”

Your eyes closed as you spoke up, “I think I’d prefer to go home and give birth over there.”

“Then we’ll go home,” he smiled as if it were all so easy, “I’ll sort something out with work, and we’ll organise a time for when you can go home.”

“Just like that?” You asked, as his head nodded back at you. “Are you really prepared to leave Seoul so abruptly like this?”

“Absolutely, for the sake of our family, I’ll do anything.”

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Masterlist

[anasticklefics]

Unsaid

Fandom: Star Wars

Characters: Poe/Finn

Summary: They land on a planet that has a field that tickles anyone who comes near, and Poe is having one too many feelings about it.

A/N: My first fic back from hiatus! Honestly I’m only posting something because I wrote more than half of this while I was gone, but felt inspired to finish it today. I hope you like it, I’m very proud 🥺

Words: 2k

A breeze of heat ruffled Poe’s hair as he stood at the edge of the Field of Laughter on a planet that had too much of an orange tint for his liking. It reminded him of dry, unforgiving land full of sand and nothing but sand, but mostly it reminded him of the times he’d been stranded, so thirsty he could die, running for his life over the scorching ground. Just last week, that is. It reminded him of being near death, and of watching Finn and Rey getting dragged just out of his reach.

“It’s okay, you know,” Finn told him now, watching Poe as Poe watched the field. “If you want to try it, I mean.”

Poe chanced a glance at him, wondering what the orange tint made his blush look like. “I’m good.”

“Poe.” Finn had mastered the knowing smile he occasionally shot his way wonderfully. An amusement to it, but also something kind that made Poe all the more embarrassed whenever it was aimed at him. Vulnerability, even during the war, was always something that terrified him, even more than the war.

“Really, I’m okay,” he said, averting his gaze back toward the dancing blades of yellow grass. They’d been told the field was bigger than it seemed, twisting and turning behind the mountains and the trees Poe had been surprised to find here. They all looked dead, but were apparently perfectly fine.

“If you’re worried someone will see or hear you we could go further.”

“Why do you think I want to try it?”

“Oh, come on now.” Finn bumped their shoulders together. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

The Field of Laughter was said to be a very ticklish experience; so much so that the natives who lived by it had developed a thicker skin, quite literally so, in order to survive having to cross it. It had saved them valuable time, not having to walk around it, and it only got a couple of giggles out of the younger ones now.

Poe was absolutely certain he would never escape the dancing blades, whose only purpose in life was to tickle whomever walked over and through them. They were kept regularly short, cut with hovering blades and quick hands, as they could probably tickle someone to death if they were able to trap them. A field of torture for most, but something else to Poe.

“I promise to pull you out if it becomes too much,” Finn continued, but Poe could tell he wasn’t going to push it more. It was up to Poe to decide whether he was brave enough to be vulnerable in more than one way.

They’d landed there by accident. A mission gone wrong, but not so wrong it had really cost them anything. Just time, which they sometimes couldn’t afford and other times were swimming in. They’d been fortunate, for once, to be rich enough to give it away so easily to a planet that neither attacked them nor wanted to help them. Proud of their history, but wary of their grounds, meaning they told them everything but let them see little. Poe knew of the group that had settled not too far away from their makeshift camp, keeping an eye on them and making sure they didn’t stray past the point they’d been allowed to see. Poe wasn’t sure why they’d been forced to stay by the Field of Laughter of all places, but he’d been thoroughly on edge for the past two days because of it.

“Better be careful,” Jess had said, pointing to the field. “If you piss me off I might throw you in.”

Poe hadn’t replied, his ears still ringing with the story of the field they’d just been told. Lab-made. Torture device. Impossible to stop. It had made him want to peel his skin off to hear it.

“Poe.” Finn, his one and only confidant in this, hadn’t teased him like Poe had feared, but that knowing look had almost been worse. “Come on, let’s take a walk.”

One thing you should know about Poe Dameron: he had absolutely no idea how to handle any type of feeling that involved vulnerability, which included embarrassment and fear and love and lust. Unfortunately his feelings about tickling had traces of all, to a certain point. It was embarrassing to love something most people hated. It was terrifying to love something to the point of sensuality.

Finn had found out by accident, too. A drunken night, Poe too touch-starved and exhausted and in love with him to keep quiet, and while whatever they were was still unsaid and only shown in quiet fingertips to skin, Finn was all too eager to give him what he wanted after he’d let it slip. Poe refused to talk about it now, all of it unsaid and quiet, all theirs but barely.

Finn hadn’t mentioned the field as they’d started their walk, but Poe couldn’t look at him as they’d walked along the edge of it, maybe too close to it for comfort. One misstep and he could fall in, and then he’d have to face one too many truths at once.

Truth was, he almost wished someone would push him in. Just as an excuse.

“It almost doesn’t look like the blades are dancing,” was the first thing he’d said. “There’s no rhythm to it.”

“I’m sure they’re trying their best,” Finn had replied and Poe had laughed, nearly hysterically, as if giddy at the idea of having them dance over his skin.

“How does it even work?” he said now, two days later, the evening sun still bright and orange, but fading ever so slightly by the minute. “Like, do they go for your feet first or trip you or what?” He was only able to ask because it sounded so stupid to ask it.

“No idea.” Finn tilted his head at the field. “Does it work if you’re dressed and wearing shoes?”

“No idea.”

“Maybe we should ask someone. I’m sure they’d be willing to share.”

“We’d look too invested.”

Finn grabbed his wrist, squeezing once and calming him instantly. “We don’t have to.”

Poe went to bed untickled, tangled up in Finn’s embrace.

*

He only went because he’d dreamt of it and had learned to take dreams seriously years ago. In his dream it had been intoxicating, the sensation unbearable enough to have felt real, and so he went, wondering if he would leave or die there, laughing until it hurt him. That was the most fascinating part. Where did the line go between pleasure and pain when it came to something like this? How much could he take? Were Finn’s occasional prodding hands enough or was he capable of handling more?

In retrospect there was probably a safer way to figure this out, but Poe stopped by the edge of the field, feet bare and pants rolled up to his calves, with a relief he rarely ever felt regarding this. The early morning sun was more of a soft canary yellow than orange, and Poe felt he could breathe more easily.

“Hello,” he said, his voice a murmur as he bent to get closer to the grass. “Aren’t you causing a lot of commotion.”

He didn’t feel stupid to speak to it. Somehow he felt it was alive, just communicating differently than him. He’d walked as far as he’d been able to, but felt as if his laughter would still be heard if it caught him. Many years ago, when he’d had too much pride to admit to vulnerability, he’d been captured by a rope and remained hanging upside down for longer than was comfortable, squirming, struggling, but refusing to scream for help. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet during this.

The blades did nothing to acknowledge his presence and Poe longed for a thick forest - preferably a dark green one - to hide him from view when he reached out a finger to hover above it. An idiot, they would call him if they saw him. An idiot that’s asking for it.

If only they knew how desperately he was really asking. How loud and persistent and starved his pleas were, in the midst of a war that gave him no privacy to be candid.

“Would you let go of me if I asked nicely?” The blades were just out of reach. He could imagine them suddenly reaching forward and gripping him by the wrist, pulling him in and under for the rest of his giggly eternity.

But of course, they merely kept dancing. He wiggled his index finger over them. “Are you ticklish yourselves?”

The silence around him was deafening. If he fell he would be heard by the whole universe.

If he didn’t fall he could pretend he had. Say he’d been sleepwalking, hence his lack of proper footwear, and had ended up in this ticklish awakening.

Finn would know, naturally, but Finn would never tell. Would only try to gently coax the answers out of him and Poe would blush and blush and blush until he would say something stupid that would have Finn either laughing or rolling his eyes. Finn would drop it only momentarily, for it was too big of a thing to do on your own for him to never bring up again.

Poe wasn’t surprised when Finn appeared a moment later, his steps quiet but not non-existent. “Hi.”

Poe sighed and straightened, turned to glance at him quickly to hide the already spreading flush. “Hi.”

“I knew I’d find you here.”

“Dead or alive?”

“Hmm, either. Happy it was the latter.” He stopped beside him, letting their shoulders brush as they gazed over the field. “Are you gonna do it?”

“Not sure. Honestly I might’ve stood here for hours if you hadn’t arrived.”

“I can hold your hand. Pull you back out.”

Poe looked at him. Finn, with his own worries and dark circles under his eyes from how little he actually slept and his ever present way of reaching out without expecting anything back. If he trusted anyone with this it was him.

“Okay.”

Finn met his gaze. “Okay?”

Poe held out his hand. “Okay.”

Finn took it.

*

In retrospect it was both an overwhelming and underwhelming experience. The idea of it, the actual act of stepping his bare foot onto the field, still made his heart race. But while it did tickle it wasn’t the hysteria he’d been imagining. To be fair, he only let it go as far as to his calf before he decided he’d had enough, but for someone as sensitive as him it should’ve been worse.

It did tickle, though. It tickled a lot.

“I think you’re just too used to the sensation,” Finn told him after they’d returned to their quarters.

Poe huffed in embarrassment. “Not like that.”

“Oh, come on. I’ve pinned you plenty of times.”

“Not like that,” Poe said, quieter.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

As he’d stepped onto the field, Finn’s hand tight over his, Poe had felt fear and excitement and shame and acceptance, all at once, as the blades started dancing over his skin. When he’d realized, after the blades had started tickling between his toes, that he wasn’t able to actually remove his foot from the grass, was when he’d started laughing and couldn’t stop.

“I’ve never heard you laugh like that, though,” Finn said now. “I’m actually offended. I’m definitely taking this as a challenge.”

“How did I laugh?” Poe asked, because yes okay sometimes embarrassment made him stupid.

“Desperately. More high pitched than usual.” Finn’s smirk was intoxicating and fucking terrifying. “Want to try to recreate it?”

“People will hear us,” Poe said, already laughing stupidly, nervously, too smitten for his own good.

“I have a perfectly good palm to muffle it.”

And so the rest of Poe got tickled, too.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Dragons’ Biggest Treasure

Yandere dragon shifter erasermic x reader

Fantasy AU

Here’s a long one for you guys! (10k) FINALLY WROTE A FIC AGAIN! YAY!(hahaha I’m so exhausted)

Warnings: Swearing, graphic fights and scenes, multiple character deaths (not EraserMic or reader), harm towards reader (again, not by EraserMic. Well, mostly), burn mentions (with dragons it’s gonna happen), and a handful of times about eardrums bursting (the harm towards reader by EraserMic). As well as dragon abuse. This does have much darker stuff than I usually write. Also a slow start for the yandere stuff. Pretty happy with the details in it. Hope you guys like it!

dragonerasermicdragonerasermicdragonerasermicdragon- *gets smacked*

These two as yandere dragons will now forever rot in my head. Hng, why have I not thought of it sooner!? Just THINKING of them as yandere dragons makes brain go brrr. Obviously going to write them as yandere dragon shifters again at some point. More than once too.

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I’m close to the entrance gates to the kingdom ruled by a man that calls himself All For One. No one knows his real name. He’s a sick bastard that no one wants to be around, but no one can do anything since he’s a lot smarter than he looks with that damn mask over his head. My job by him is to heal dragons after their fights he forces them into, like the most recent one who is incredibly injured in front of me. He likes them by the entrance to torture them with the taste of freedom they will never get from the enchanted chains wrapped all over them. 

While using my natural healing abilities that are actually a pretty rare thing, there is a commotion over towards the gates. The large metal doors open to reveal many men on horses and even a few on their feet holding ropes, pulling something large behind them. I sadly already know what’s being brought in. A saddened sigh escapes me at the sight of two new dragons that are heavily wounded being dragged in through the gates at the end of the ropes. More dragons that are bound to reach their unfortunate fate until they die. 

Looking a bit closer, there are arrows sticking out of the two of them, and blood trailing on the ground. Both of their bodies are black, but one has everything black but a grey underbelly. Instead of spines, it has a feather-like long mane that is also black. The skin on their wings matches the grey of their underbelly. It’s impossible to know the eye color since they’re asleep for the moment. 

The other quite possibly has the largest yellow spines I have ever seen. The same with his horns, they’re curved upwards at a slight angle. Their underbelly, as well as their wings match the color of the spines and horns. There are odd scales around their eyes with orange closer to the center, and a white outer rim, almost like it’s wearing sunglasses. 

The dragon I was tending to just curls itself as much as it can away from me after healing it a small amount. I was ordered to only heal them enough for their wounds to not need stitching so they will still be rather weak to even try escaping. Why he would need enchanted chains then I have absolutely no clue. He takes a sick pleasure in his favorite dragons having such an advantage in the arena. 

I lock eyes with Masura who gives me a giant sadistic smile in return. He enjoys hurting dragons way too much. A few have even ended up dying on the way here from wherever he and the others keep finding them. 

“Brought some fresh meat for you to take care of. These two put up an incredible fight. Can’t wait to see what they will do in the arena.” 

He and the others go to the line of chains near me and hook them all over the two dragons, including the specially created muzzle. Specially created by it having holes so they can dip their snout in the trough of water and get it in that way, and fire can’t get through. Feeding is still a bit of a problem though. Especially since I’m stuck being in charge of that as well. So many times being bitten or burned from having to remove it for that time. 

I gently rub the scarred burn on my right forearm from a problem with an incredibly feisty and almost explosive yellow dragon before. Miraculously, he was the first and only dragon to escape alive. Then again, it was the turn of a different caretaker that night who ended up sentenced to death for it. 

They quickly leave to let me tend to the injured duo. I sigh and quickly finish up the one in front of me with a rather large wound on its right hind leg. The bucket of healing water I enchanted helped the wound close up to a point. It can sadly easily be ripped open, which it obviously will tomorrow in its next fight. I would love nothing more than to be able to heal them better than I have to. There are serious consequences if it’s found out I did though. Emi was proof of that. Despite her joking personality, she really cared for the dragons. That was her downfall when a dragon was healed too much and almost overpowered one of All For One’s most prided dragons. Can’t remember which, but I’m pretty sure it was the female dragon named “Toga”. She- no. Don’t think about Emi’s final screams of pain. 

I scan over the two dragons to see who is worse off. By far it seems to be the black one with the mane instead of spines. The most concerning is the arrow that seems to be in one of its lungs. It’s going to die if I don’t do something. I don’t want it to die so soon. Well, I do, yet I don’t. Do just so they don’t have to suffer fighting in battles, but don’t since they have such a long life to live yet. I just wish they’d be able to really be free after being caught. 

Damn it, I might get into so much trouble for this… 

A bright green glow comes from my hands as I wrap one around the arrow and one on its underside right next to the arrow. A quick and firm tug is able to get it out. I quickly enhance my healing power further to fully heal this one wound. 

Not even a scar is left behind. Hopefully, they forgot the arrow was around there when they brought the dragons. I lean on the wall to steel my groundings from being exhausted from it. Ugh, it’s been too long since I’ve done that. My body is no longer used to my own powers. How sad. I’m the only one known for being born with such power. Emi was gifted it by enchantment by All For One. How he has the power to do that no one wants to know. We all just know he does, and he gets whatever he wants since no one can stop him. 

After collecting myself for a moment, I scan the rest of their injuries and find out both of them are male. The maned one has more slashes on him than arrows, but the other has an incredible amount of arrows. Luckily, none of them are in vital places though. 

The already reddened bucket shows it doesn’t have much more healing capabilities. I’m going to have to get a new one for healing. As long as it’s clear, the water covers the rag in a way it can close wounds. It’s an odd thing that somehow works and helps the healer keep more of their energy. 

I decide to leave for a minute and refill the bucket. After dumping out the blood water, I refill it from the rather clean river that runs through this place. Using my healing ability, I stick my hand in the fresh freezing water and stir it around to leave a green glow for a moment. It will quickly warm up in this rather hot weather. 

I go towards the two again to finish up their wounds. What surprises me is both have already woken up and are glaring at me greatly upon entrance. The maned one has the most piercing steel-white-like eyes I’ve ever seen. The other has bright green with an odd circle swirl in them I’ve never seen before. Have to say they almost seem a bit hypnotic. 

The wonder doesn’t last long though as the green-eyed one lets out a noise that greatly hurts my ears. With that sound and this close proximity, my eardrums more likely than not just burst with the severe pain that came with it. A few tears threaten to escape with a pain I’m not used to.

The mask wasn’t made for dragons with a sound ability! We’ve never had one of these! Why didn’t Masura warn me!? Or more importantly, how wasn’t he heard before being dragged here with how loud he is!?

With my hands instinctively on my ears to try preventing it from bursting my eardrums again though it would be useless, All For One enters right after. Out of nowhere he summons another enchanted chain that wraps around his snout, preventing him from doing the same… Screaming? Shouting? Whatever that ability is to be used again. 

He waits for a minute for me to heal my eardrums before attempting to speak to me. 

I nearly start shaking as his head turns towards the non-wound area on the maned one. Masura must have informed him or slipped up talking about it. 

Quick, I have to save my own skin! “I had to remove the arrow and fully heal it, otherwise it would have died from the arrow puncturing its lung, as you most likely knew already. I understand that’s no worry for you, but it would have been rather annoying if he died before being in even one fight to watch, right?” Oh please tell me that works! 

A dead silence looms for a second before All For One turns towards me and gives me a curt nod. I almost heaved a sigh of relief. Almost being the key word. I held it in to make sure it wouldn’t annoy him. Probably wouldn’t, but it’s safer to not take a chance. 

He creates another muzzle that’s more fitting for this dragon. He removes the chain around the snout and puts it on before he can get snapped at, or possibly screamed at? By said dragon. The belt part is wrapped rather tightly around his snout, making it look impossible for him to even move his jaw. At least the other has a bit of loose room for it to open ever so slightly so it doesn’t become stiff. That one is going to be a lot harder to take off for feeding them.

As if All For One could read my thoughts, which is terrifying to think, he glances at me. "You have a healing ability. If it screams with the muzzle removed, heal yourself. Don’t disappoint me." He then walks off. Probably to his dragons that he treats like gods to keep them loyal to him. Even one of them being obsessed with blood getting a human a week to feast upon. Usually, it’s prisoners that have tried to kill All For One or “dragon liberators” that caught wind of how he treats most of the dragons and tried to free them. Obviously with no succession. 

I let out the unknown breath being held. Man, he’s terrifying and can suffocate someone by just his presence alone. The maned one looked almost worried at the other one while he almost seemed to be panicking with the tight muzzle around his snout. Can’t blame him. Imagine being in something similar. I’d be scared too. 

His glance shifted from the still-panicking dragon towards me, glaring ten times worse than before. I sigh. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want you two to be here anymore than you do.” Can dragons even understand human speech? The explosive one that burned me before almost seemed like he did, but maybe it was just my imagination. The other turns towards me and tries to scream, or whatever it is again with no succession. Makes me wonder if he hasn’t had a similar experience somehow in the past. Ugh, thinking of that just makes me feel worse. Finally free only to be dragged back to somewhere that will probably be worse. 

Saying “probably” because there are no branding marks or dents in their wrists from ropes that are usually on dragons from other places.

They’re probably already going to be fighting in the arena tomorrow. Thinking about that reminds me of how exhausted I am from healing the maned one. It’s going to be good for them to get names tomorrow in the arena. Already tired of trying to think of what to call them separately. 

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I was right. Miraculously, All For One wanted it to be the last fight of the day involving those two. He wants me to be there to take off the loud one’s muzzle for every fight now and in the future. Starting to hate my healing ability now. 

The chains are still wrapped around the two, and they’re led into different stalls for the arena. Of course, I was left alone with the loud one. Don’t know how that could POSSIBLY go wrong. Note the sarcasm. At least All For One was able to make it where the chains are held on the sturdy walls until he can let them leave. His sound should be plenty enough signal for All For One to release him. 

He looks at me as I reach up to take the muzzle off. He stays quiet for a moment once it’s off, moving his more than likely stiff jaw around. There’s already a slight dent around his snout and jaw. 

I shake my head disappointedly. “This is beyond fucking inhumane.” Leaving him waiting, my body goes towards the doors in front of him and opens them. They lead into the arena, which has a net high up in the air so dragons can’t fly away. Not like they could anyway with how fast All For One can summon chains to drag them to the ground. 

The peace wasn’t kept long though as he uses his ability again. The chains snapped free off of him and he immediately charged out into the arena, where the other already was. Wait, he’s having double dragon fights? That’s new. He’s never done that before. On the other side of the arena, The wounded one from yesterday and a very feisty solid white one were on the other side. The white one looked like it was too eager to try to kill. The two closer to me were more on edge and almost seem like they really don’t want to fight the other two. 

They didn’t get the chance to reject though as the white one immediately lunges towards them. They separate and dodge out of the way of it. It keeps snapping and blowing ice towards the maned one. He slams his front claws on the snout of it to prevent the ice from freezing him or the other. He screams at the ice dragon. It’s not as loud as it was when he yelled at me yesterday. 

It’s almost as if… They’re more humane? This doesn’t make sense. Dragons are usually down to fight to the death, even when not healed much. At least, that’s what seemed to be until these two. 

I look towards the other one who doesn’t seem to want to fight, but it knows as well as I this fight will go on until at least one dies. 

As the two new dragons kept easily dodging and not striking too hard back, the crowd watching are not too happy with the lack of injuries. Some booing, and others even attempting to throw their held items like food at the dragons. The loud one snaps and uses his ability towards the crowd, almost or possibly even louder than yesterday. At least that shut them up. 

I lean against the right door and snicker. “Serves them right.” For a quick second, the loud one turns his head towards me. There’s no way he could have heard me, right? Especially with that ability. Or maybe his body was born with being able to stand it? Super hearing yet super loud yelling doesn’t make sense to have though. Dragons are incredibly strange in the ways their bodies work. It’s also quite possible to just be thinking too much. 

Fuck it, don’t think too much about that. 

The wounded one from yesterday half-heartedly swipes at the maned one.  Even he seems to notice the odd behavior of the wounded dragon. Then again, three out of the four are acting a way I’ve never seen before. I look up towards the “throne” All For One has. He’s shaking his head and points towards the other side of the arena. The male with glasses sitting next to him nods and lifts one of the levers next to him. 

Oh no. Not already. 

Two familiar dragons exit the cell they were comfortably kept in. They’re not his top ones, but still get the job done in killing dragons when given the chance. He calls them Spinner and… I think the other was Moon something if remembered correctly. He’s not used as often as others, so his name isn’t exactly remembered. Calling him Moon is enough for me. 

The crowd goes wild for the two. They know things get messy when Moon gets let out because of his freakish weird teeth ability. And… How he eats parts of dragons he kills. 

In speaking of killing, immediately those two go for the kill. The wounded one didn’t stand a chance and had its neck snapped instantly by Spinner. Moon something lashes its teeth out and almost punctures the ice dragon. 

Just watching the moon one move is quite unnerving. He’s so insanely fast and agile. Still wondering why he’s basically bound in a way. Then again, he’s at least twice as unhinged as Toga. I fear how fast he might be if he wasn’t bound. 

In the blink of an eye, these two were much more defensive as the teeth blades went to strike them again. The ice dragon stopped going for them, and tries going after Moon Something. Ugh, what was that something? MoonFresh? No. MoonFlesh? I don’t think so. 

He makes his teeth curve like a hook and tries again towards the ice dragon. It dodges again. Wait, hook… Fishing… MoonFish! That’s what it was! 

I feel like slapping myself stupid for forgetting that. 

Spinner jumps onto the wall and tries to use that to sneak up on the loud one. It doesn’t work as he was focused on Spinner as soon as the two new ones entered. He moves out of the way and instead of screaming, screeches this time. It’s much higher and worse than any sound he’s made yet. The maned one doesn’t even flinch, but the other three definitely do. Spinner was right beside the loud one. He recoils in obvious pain and stands there shaking his head. 

It hurt my ears as well, but this time it didn’t make them burst, surprisingly. I don’t think the same could be said for Spinner. They have internal ears, so I’m not exactly sure if they burst, or whatever it is their species’ ears do. 

I look up to see All For One leaning a bit forward in his chair, now taking slight interest. Moonfish recovers incredibly quickly and lunges his teeth again. This time it punctures right through the ice dragon’s chest as they did a final ice breath. At the same time, a few land on the other two, causing some decently deep cuts. The ice breath freezes the rest of MoonFish’s body. 

The maned one wastes no time in swiping his tail towards the frozen body, shattering it upon impact. 

The crowd goes eerily quiet. Looking at All For One, he remains indifferent. It’s too hard to tell his emotions about what just happened. Spinner tries again to sneak behind the two and breathe his fire. The two seem so focused on the death of three dragons in one fight. Are they not used to it? 

They still haven’t noticed Spinner on the wall. At least I thought. The loud one instantly turns and rears onto his back legs and slams Spinner onto the ground with an almost punch-like move of his right talon. 

Before anything can be done, these two are chained again. The loud one being yanked off of Spinner, who instantly retreats back towards the open gate he came from. I’m honestly a little disappointed he wasn’t finished off as well. 

I sigh and go towards the stalls again, preparing to heal them. An already created healing bucket sitting in the same spot I used for them yesterday. 

It doesn’t take long for the two to be dragged in again by Masura and the bunch of… well, meatheads to say the least. I swear none of them even think half the time about anything. The two are definitely fighting and struggling with the men. 

The loud one goes to use his ability again. “Pipe down you overgrown lizard!” Masura punches the dragon in the jaw as hard as he can. It makes a sickening “crack” noise. 

The maned one gets pissed and starts snapping at him as well. The only reason I can think of why he’d do that is he knows the other one. Why didn’t I make the connection sooner? These two must know each other! 

Masura rolls his eye at them. So glad some good dragons before were able to take out one of his eyes. If only they could have taken out both. The chains get put where they were before, making the two unable to move much again. 

I’d put the muzzle on the loud one, but with his now broken or dislocated jaw it wouldn’t be the best and needs to be healed first. I can tell Masura is itching to punch one of them again. 

He stands there and smirks with his arms crossed as I dip the rag into the bucket. The loud one’s jaw is first. That’s now by far the most concerning injury. Looking a bit closer, it is definitely dislocated. I shake my head in disapproval at Masura while remaining eye contact with the dragon. It almost feels like he’s able to read me. “Did you seriously have to dislocate his jaw?” 

“Heh, the damn thing deserved it for trying to use their voice at me,” I roll my eyes at his comment. Of fucking course he’d try to use his ability. We kidnapped, or more like dragonnapped him and are forcing him to fight other dragons. I’d use anything I could too. “Not everyone has a goody-perfect healing thing like you either,” he continued. 

I shrug, then gently try to grab his lower jaw to try setting it back in place. “I’d just have to heal your sorry ass.” 

“Tch, my sorry ass? You’re the one who always seems to get all buddy-buddy with dragons. You heal them too gently. You’re the one with a sorry ass.” 

Cue my sarcastic mode. “Oh, I’m sorry for calling you a sorry ass. I must so clearly be the worst one since I’d rather not have dragons fight me all the time like you,” There was another sickening “crack” as its jaw was put back into place. The dragon hisses in obvious pain. I bring up the rag to the side of his jaw to try quickly relieving it. “Easy bud,” I try to whisper to make Masura not hear. Thankfully he didn’t seem to since he didn’t comment on it.  “We can’t all think with our muscles rather than with our brains. Nothing would get done right,” I continue, but this time out loud. The loud dragon lets out a snort. 

His footsteps go away, indicating he left. Probably upset. Good. I roll my eyes at him as I look over the dragon’s jaw. Good as new. Good thing about that is there’s not really any way to tell if I healed it all the way or not. Broken or dislocated bones are crazy enough easier and faster to heal than wounds. How that works with leaving the layer right under cut open and easily able to tear open again, but heals bone instantly is beyond me. 

Looking around and closing any other wounds, I then go to the maned one. He nips at me to try getting my hands away. It’s far more gentle and human-like than the others that have tried to bite me before. Almost like he’s telling me he doesn’t want to be healed by human hands. Understandable. 

… wait a minute. Bite, or opening jaw… I look towards the loud one and flinch, preparing for his voice. Of course I can heal, but it still hurts. My shoulders even tense upwards. It never comes. Looking at him, he still just looks at me. 

Well, now I’m in a dilemma. Do I put on the muzzle now, and possibly break this trust or whatever he seems to somehow already be giving me, or leave it off and possibly get yelled at later by him, or even someone coming in to see him without his muzzle? 

Ugh, I might regret this. Might as well risk it for now. I can just lie that it was forgotten to be put on if someone asks about it. Turning back to this one, I heal him anyways. He makes a slight hissing fuss but accepts it after a moment. After finishing, I leave to get them some raw meat to eat. Sadly, the biggest thing available is some moderately sized fish. They don’t seem like river or ocean dragons, so chunks of deer will have to do. It gets placed down not too far from them. They look at me warily for a bit. Maybe they don’t want me to watch them eat? It’s time for me to leave anyway. 

Ugh, but the muzzles… Hopefully, they’ll eat when I’m away for a bit. I have a stupid idea I’ve never done before. Sleeping beside the dragons. Walking out lets me give that a little more thought. At least one night to see how they do couldn’t hurt. But first, there is a need to talk to All For One about their names.

I enter the area he usually is with his prized dragons. Most are pretty indifferent to me, except for Toga who has tried to stab me more than once with her blade-like tail. 

I stand behind him awkwardly while he pats Spinner’s right shoulder. “They’re both… Interesting to say the least. A shame for Moonfish, but the ones tomorrow will be entertaining as well. Let’s see if they can handle Toga and Dabi.” Dread slightly seeps into me. He’s already making them face all his most dangerous ones? 

“What about their names if you decide to manipulate them after and keep them as pawns?” 

He shakes his head. “I have enough pawns. The audience has decided on Shatter for the loud one, and Lion for the other..” 

… What? “Lion?” 

“Must be the hair on it. I don’t name the things. The people do. The one thing they do have control over.” Which is beyond sad. Fucking tyrant. 

I nod in reply. “Sounds good.” After that, I leave before he could say or do anything else. The less around him the better, even if he hasn’t done anything negative towards me yet.  

Upon entering the same place again, they did eventually eat the meat while I was gone. That’s good. There’s an open area a bit to the left and away from the dragons. I plan on laying there for the night. It’s only to make sure no one comes in and sees them without their muzzles. No one but me knows a feeding schedule so it’s a good lie saying they were just fed. I’ve decided to think they can understand human speech, even if they don’t. They’re more pleasant to talk to than most people around. 

“All right you two, I normally don’t do this, but I’ll be sleeping in here a bit away from the both of you for a few nights. My back won’t appreciate it, but I sure hope you two do. It’s only because I’d rather not put those muzzles back on,” I look at the still slightly dented skin of Shatter. Damn, and that was only for like what? Half a day of him wearing it? “But if someone comes in, I will have to temporarily put them back on. Please don’t fight it too much.” 

Shatter tilts his head in an almost cute type of way. Well, that’s certainly unique. I go over to the corner and sit down against the wall. Leaning slightly back so my back fully touches it, and tilt my head up. My ass won’t be too happy tomorrow either. Maybe bringing my pillow for tomorrow night or something will help. 

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I am rudely woken up by something sharp stabbing my foot. Looking down, it’s a feisty Bombay kitten biting and clawing at it. Where did it come from? Another thing noticed is my body is now fully laying sideways on the ground. “Ouch! Hey there you little feisty thing.” I go to grab it, and it notices. It then takes off towards the dragons, making my heart sink thinking it’s about to become a tiny snack for one of them. Strange enough, neither do. Lion just looks at it in an almost caring way. Shatter looks at Lion in a way I can’t fully understand. 

Looking outside, the sun is just starting to fully show. That means in just a few hours the arena fights will begin again. Knowing All For One, he’s going to save these two for last again. Turning back to the two, Lion has one of his claws gently extended for the kitten to play with. That is once again extremely odd behavior for a dragon. Maybe everything known about them is wrong? 

“Be careful today. I was informed of who you two will be fighting. They’re much more dangerous than the other two yesterday. One has fire hot enough to burn scales off dragons. The other is agile and very good at injuring.” 

They just look at me. 

A few fights have already passed, and my anxiety increases for the two. I’ve already had to heal the other dragons that fought today. Except for the ones that died. Getting really tired of seeing so many die for no cause other than the sick entertainment of humans. 

The muzzles were already temporarily put back on the two. Shatter’s is rather loose, just to help him not freak out again, and he obviously doesn’t deserve something like that. Luckily once again, I’m the only one taking care of Shatter. He doesn’t scream at me as I quickly take it off. I risk it and pat his shoulder. “Good luck out there. You’re going to need it. He doesn’t bite me! Man, this is crazy.

Again, the gate opens and his chains come off of him. Lion bolts out of the stall next to us, and glares inside it, probably involving Masura. 

Straight to the chase, Toga and Dabi are released from their places. Dabi almost gets a grin on his face from his teeth being shown in what seems to be a smile. Or maybe even a sneer with how stuck up he seems to be. Toga immediately poises her sharp tail above her. 

It feels like everyone holds their breath for a second as the four stand still in the arena. Toga is the first to charge for Shatter. He immediately jumps out of the way, and tries to swing his tail towards her legs to make her fall off balance. She jumps over his tail and stabs it in the process. She then licks the blood off of the blade of her tail. 

Shit! I forgot to warn about her transformation! The one thing though it could still be easy to tell which is the real shatter from his ability, and he wouldn’t attack Lion. I don’t think All For One knows they care about each other. Wait… But if she fights Shatter in his form and Lion tries to help… Oh no. 

Dabi starts using his fire towards Lion. It slightly grazes him before he can get out of the way. He lets out a growl in slight pain as smoke comes from some of his scales. Shatter goes to use his ability at Dabi, but stops abruptly as Toga transforms into him. She goes to attack him again. She might remember his ability from listening and possibly watching yesterday. They’re able to watch for an even better chance at winning. 

She swings her claws at his throat, making him go to the defensive and try to back away. 

While that is going on, Lion is too busy being focused on Dabi’s fire, and constantly jumping from it. It gets to the point Lion is facing me, and the back of Dabi is visible. He glares at Dabi, and I see his eyes turn red. Why the FUCK are these two dragons so much stranger than most!? What is up with his eyes changing color!? Dabi goes to use his fire, but… It doesn’t come out? 

… !!! A cancellation ability!? 

Now that seems to catch the attention of everyone, especially All For One. He leans a bit forward in his chair. I can’t see Dabi’s face, but I bet it’s one of surprise judging by his tensed body. He freezes for a moment, giving Lion the chance to strike first. He’s able to manage a pretty deep slash onto Dabi’s side when he tries to move away. One quick glance shows Lion’s eyes are back to his steel or whitish color. He only manages another rather deep slash to Dabi’s shoulder. He tries to use his fire again, and succeeds. With the close range I worry that Lion was burned to a crisp immediately. 

He glares again to cancel the fire again before it can do serious damage to him. Ah, so there is a timer-like thing for it. He slams his tail into Dabi, knocking him towards his back. He’s able to manage another slash onto Dabi’s exposed stomach. It’s easy to tell Dabi is slightly panicking, not used to never being hit so much before. Probably the cancellation as well. 

Presumably Toga notices Dabi having a hard time, meanwhile, she’s giving Shatter a surprisingly hard time, and a lot of injuries. She charges towards him still as Shatter and manages to get a clean deep swipe to his right eye. My heart sinks to my stomach. 

Lion hardly gives it a chance though since he notices Dabi trying to get back up. He claws again at Dabi, striking his chest. There’s now a good pool of blood being trailed onto the ground from all Dabi’s wounds. Now that Shatter has a bit of freedom, he’s able to scream. Just like yesterday, it’s much more of a screech than a scream. Again like before, Dabi and Toga flinch in pain at the sound. It gives Lion the chance to injure the Shatter that attacked him, making the transformation wear off. 

Before anything else can be done, chain envelops the two again, allowing Dabi and Toga to get away freely. Of course the coward would do this when his precious pawns are losing. “Cheating bastard.” I mumble with obvious frustration. Shatter looks towards me again. 

That’s the least of my concern now though. Lion’s eye needs to be looked at ASAP. I go back to their stalls to prepare for their return. 

Again, it doesn’t take long. Neither are wearing muzzles, but Shatter doesn’t scream, possibly in fear of his jaw being dislocated again. Masura almost seems disappointed when he and the others drag them in. It was almost too much to wait for all of them to leave before rushing towards the two dragons, especially Lion.

When reaching up for his head, I almost yank it down to my eye level to see the damage to his eye. They almost seem surprised by my concern. Thankfully, his eye was missed, just barely. My foot nervously taps onto the ground for a second while in thought. It’s still a really deep wound, but fully healing it would raise suspicion, and All For One already isn’t too happy with these two defeating so many of his favorites. Not many have been able to beat Dabi and Toga. My hand gets its familiar glow and comes into contact with the wound. I don’t heal it all the way. There’s a giant scar left instead. They gave me a look. “I’m sorry. I really badly want to heal it fully, but I don’t want to die by healing you guys too much like the last person did,” I look towards the burned scales as well. “Those can’t be fully healed either. Some reason my healing doesn’t really work on burns.” 

Their eyes almost seem to widen. 

Shatter looks towards the entrance instead a moment later and hisses. I rush for the muzzles. Obviously, they’re really resilient to them being put on. 

I get Shatter’s on just in time for All For One to enter. He goes right up to Lion. “A canceling ability. Simply magnificent. I wonder, how many can he cancel at once? Guess tomorrow we will see,” He almost seems to glare at Shatter. “Although I do not trust that one to not get in the way. Tomorrow will be just Lion, or now given the name Suppress.”

He goes to touch the now named “Suppress”, but he smacks his head against All For One’s hand, making him pull it away. “Ah, still got good fight as well. Good. Tomorrow will be interesting.”

“Uh, S-sir? If I may ask, what is your plan for him tomorrow?” Damn it, why did I have to stutter? 

He turns his masked head towards me. I can almost FEEL his grinning under the thing. “He’s going to fight Tomura as well tomorrow.” 

I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing. There’s no way he can fight Dabi, Toga, AND Tomura at the same time without being killed! 

He doesn’t say anything else as he turns and leaves. I quickly take their muzzles back off. There’s nothing that can be done. I can only hope he’s strong enough to survive. No dragon has survived Tomura though. I sigh heavily and look at Suppress. “I hope you can handle a lot at once. If I’m right, you might be against three tomorrow. Be as ruthless as you can. They won't be holding back.” 

I leave and grab food for them again. This time, they eat it with me there. I sit in the same spot as before. 

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The next day comes too soon. This time I’m woken up to the sun shining right on my face. That means it’s much later than yesterday. I go to sit up, and nearly groan in stiffness. Yep, here comes the pain and stiffness of laying on the floor. The two of them are staring at me while growling, or probably talking to each other. Well that’s a little weird. 

I get up lean backwards, giving my back a good crack. It felt satisfying and did relieve the tiniest bit of discomfort. Using my healing, it doesn’t take long to feel fully normal again. I look at the giant scar still under Suppress’ eye. Pity courses through me at it. Well, at least she didn’t strike slightly higher, permanently losing his sight. Judging that Suppressor might be taken soon for a final fight today, I get up and grab the muzzles yet again. I’m so sick of even seeing these damn things. Suppressor’s gets put on properly, but I keep Shatter’s a bit loose again. He almost seems appreciative of it. “When they come to take you, save your energy for the fight. You’re going to need everything you can get.” 

They were put on just in time too since Masura comes in with a few others to take Suppress. “Already?” I question. 

“Yeah, he wants this to be the only fight today. He couldn’t wait to see what this thing is made of.” 

This “thing” is a he, you overdeveloped rotten cabbage. 

The dragon must have been able to understand me since he doesn’t fight them that strongly as they drag him out by the chains. I sigh and look towards Shatter. “I hope he’s strong. He’s going to need everything he can get.” 

I follow Masura into the stall. It’s odd being in a different one for once, and I’m horrified with how roughly they throw him around with the chains. I go up front and take off his muzzle yet again, allowing him to snap at the people. I smirk as he gets dangerously close to his teeth meeting the flesh of one of the men close to me on my left. He shrieks and stumbles far away. 

He then gets shoved forward out of the stall into the arena. Masura and the others quickly leave, probably to the stands to get a better view of the fight higher up. 

It’s dead silent in the stands. “Now, I know there are usually a few every day, but this is a chance that can’t be taken up. Today is a one fight only, and three against one. Now, that usually doesn’t happen with the lack of action that would normally cause, but this dragon has an incredibly special ability I want to see how they fare on their own,” three separate gates open, revealing what I feared. He’s given them a higher advantage by not all being together to have their abilities eliminated. Now, Toga’s not really a problem since Suppress doesn’t have an ally, but she’s still incredibly agile and dangerous. 

Tomura is probably one of the oddest dragons. His scales look incredibly dry, despite not exactly being a desert dragon. Bright red eyes glowing with hate, and talons of dead dragons latched onto his body. Don’t know why they’re there, but it’s still such a sickening thing to see. 

Dabi looks good as before with no slash wounds to be seen. Of course the fucker is willing to fully heal his dragons whenever they’re injured. 

Toga is in front, Dabi on Suppress’ left, and Tomura on his right. There was an eerie stillness for a moment, almost like they're all waiting for something. That something was Tomura. He hissed something, and they all lunged for him. He manages to dodge all three. Tomura is trying to get a grip on him for disintegration, or decay, or whatever terrifying thing it is he does. Suppress is trying to keep an eye on him and ducks down in time to avoid Dabi’s fire. Toga tries to stab him with her tail while he’s lowered against Dabi’s fire and watching Tomura.  

Turns out he was somehow also able to keep watch of Toga. He brings his tail in front of him and pushes Toga up without her realizing. Dabi’s fire hits her for a moment, making her let out a sound that makes Dabi stop. Even from here smoke is coming off of her back. 

She jumps out of the way for Dabi to continue. He uses his ability to stop Dabi from using his hot fire. Since he’s so distracted by keeping his sight on Dabi, and ends up focusing more on Toga’s location. Tomura is able to get up on him again. He manages to grab Suppress' right arm. It’s not for long as he seems to notice immediately what the dragon’s ability does. It stops decaying as he glares at Tomura instead. 

Dabi notices and tries to use his fire again. It works. So his ability must need to keep his eyes in contact with a dragon to stop their ability. Chunks of his arm fall away, leaving his arm to start bleeding rather heavily. Suppress flinches is obvious pain. He’s able to keep a level head and use Tomura’s grip on him to pull him in front in the path of Dabi’s fire. Really clever using a long-range foe’s ability to harm its allies. 

Dabi doesn’t stop in time, greatly charring Tomura’s already bad scales as well. 

All For One isn’t too happy of his favorite pawn being injured so quickly already. Well, it’s obviously his fault for the other two joining in the first place. 

A sick pleasure grows in me at his frustrated stance of tight grip on his chair. Though pity courses through me as well looking at his partially decayed arm. Should have warned him about that. 

Toga manages to ignore the pain of her burned scales and attempts to attack Suppress again. He swipes his tail as hard as he can, making Toga go flying and crash into the wall from her rather small size. Especially compared to the others. The back of her head hit the wall as well, and she slumps to the ground, unmoving. She doesn’t seem to be dead though, her stomach still slightly rising. 

Now All For One seems to be getting angrier. He doesn’t seem to be the only one. Tomura lets out a rather angry growl. Suppress is facing me again, and blinks, though he really didn’t seem to want to. That’s all the two needed to go all-out on him again. 

Tomura tries to grab him again but wasn’t able to. Suppress grabs right above his two front talons to prevent more decay. One thing going for him is he’s much stronger physically, so he’s able to manage quite easily keeping him pinned down. 

With Dabi’s fire consistently being shot at him, he does something his body shows he didn’t really want to do. He tilts his head and leans down, biting into the sides of Tomura’s neck. He slowly continues to bite down harder as Dabi doesn’t cease using his fire at him. Tomura is visually starting to panic at this point.

I think I know his plan, but it probably won’t work. Dabi doesn’t really care about the others but tolerates them for his own enjoyment of the arena. 

Looking at All For One, I freeze. He’s angrier than I’ve ever seen him. I can swear I see his hands shaking from here. Huh, he’s not usually the type to have strong visual emotion besides slight interest. 

Eventually, there was a sickening “crunch”, indicating that Suppress must have bitten into bone. Tomura’s neck slumps to the side, and he can’t seem to pick his head back up. 

All For One had enough as he stood up from his chair for the first time and I can see the chains going for Suppress again. The chains yank Suppress so harshly that he drops Tomura, and ends up being slammed into one of the walls himself. 

My body freezes completely as All For One’s head turns to look directly at me. I’m happy Suppress was able to survive, but now I’m dreading what All For One’s going to do to him. 

I rush back to Shatter since I can tell All For One is about to come in this time. He seems desperate to have the muzzle off again. His eyes almost light up as I enter. “Sorry, I can’t take it off yet. Your friend is in pretty bad shape though and will be coming shortly.” 

I almost waited with bated breath for a good few minutes. This time, instead of Masura and the others, it was All For One himself, easily dragging the dragon along. The chains pull him back by the other and latch back onto the walls. He has chains wrapped around his snout like the other did before. He’s between me and the dragons, and I can see their expressions behind him. Suppress is still flinching in pain from his decayed flesh. 

He turns his head to me. “Kill them both.”

I was in shock. I have never been demanded to kill a dragon, yet alone two before. He won fairly! Even with injuries! He and Shatter deserve to be let free! 

I notice the two dragons tense behind him. 

“I will not repeat myself. They nearly killed my best pawn. Nothing gets to pass my pawn. That will not stand, so they will be killed,” He looks at Shatter’s loosened muzzle. Fuck. “I noticed they seem to be trusting of you, so I’m making you do it. You have one hour,” he turns around and leaves. 

I look at the wounds of his fight from earlier. You know what? Fuck him. If I die, I die. 

“I think you both more than earned your freedom by now. Hell, neither of you should have been here in the first place. Do me a favor and warn the others to not come near here ever again.” Shatter tilts his head at me again as I take off his muzzle and the chains around Suppress' snout.  Here’s to hoping they can understand me. The sword hanging on the wall out of reach of the two dragons should be able to break the chains. 

My first priority is to fully heal that decayed part. The scar under his eye is sadly permanent now though. My hand glows its familiar green and it hovers over the wound. Unfortunately, it couldn’t be fully healed either, but the scar is much smaller than it would have been. I try my best with the burns, but it doesn’t do much. 

The longer my hand hovers right above his scales and heals him, the more drained and tired I feel. It gets to the point my body tries to fall forward. I push my hand onto him to try keeping my balance. “Whew. Not quite… Used to using so much energy. Haha.” His shoulder that I’m leaning against twitches. I take it as my cue to step away and end up leaning against the wall not far behind me to catch my breath. Looking towards Shatter, he’s still in pretty good shape, but the wounds from before can be healed a bit more to make sure they don’t reopen. 

I trudge over to him and do the same, ending up leaning on him like Suppress. This time even more tired though. I can’t rest yet. There’s so little time to get them free yet. I push myself off him and go to grab the sword. With my tired state it’s almost too heavy to be lifted. 

The first thing was their wings with metal being wrapped around them and pulled outwards. I grab the chain closer to him to try preventing it from pulling. The sword gets slammed down as hard as possible, making the chain break. One by one, the others were broken too. Eventually, all were broken off of both. My arm is so sore from lifting the sword so many times, and being drained in the first place. My breath is incredibly ragged. 

After dropping the sword after the final chain, I close my eyes and lean against the wall. It’s hard to stay awake. “There. Now… Get going before someone returns.” 

Both of them stop towards the entrance and look at me. “Go!” I yell at them and point forward. They stay for a moment longer, then bolt out. 

I stay leaned for a few minutes. That was beyond exhausting. Two familiar sets of footsteps enter.

“You damn traitor. I really thought you’d be better than the last. I should kill you now!” 

I look towards the entrance. All For One and Masura. Guess just get it over with then.

All For One stops him with an arm in front of him. “No. They deserve much worse than death for their betrayal.”    

Well shit.

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Locked in a dark cell for a good week. Hardly any food, and quite possibly the bare minimum of water given for me to stay alive. At least it wasn’t permanent. Almost wish it was with that happens after leaving the cell. After leaving, he gave the others free rein to injure me whenever they pleased. Masura was more than happy to oblige, leaving me with some rather problematic injuries that made me so tired to heal I could barely heal dragons if I tried. Of course, now someone is always watching me when it’s my time to heal the dragons. My job is only partial now though since he wants someone more “loyal” for the job. Hopefully, those two are happy at least. That’s all that matters. 

In speaking of that, today was a day I wasn’t in charge of it. But Masura sure as hell had a lot of fun tossing me around like a ragdoll. Many show pity for me, but they know not to help. I can’t blame them no matter how much it hurts. A younger one with green curly hair looks like he wanted to deck Masura himself. Same with the dual-haired one beside him. Another rather tall one with glasses stops them and uses a chopping motion to tell them something, making them not intervene. They were a bit too far to be heard. My body is too tired today to heal the recent wounds from him as well. Pretty sure my right eye is a black eye from it being stuck partially closed and obviously the pain. 

While looking around to make sure he’s not near me or any of the others for now today, I stumble upon a rather intimidating-looking man. His back is facing me as someone with really long blue hair is talking to him. He just radiates a strong and uncomfortable type of feeling. Never seen them around before. He doesn’t even turn around. “Sorry, sir.” Some reason that seems to catch his attention. The other two, which is a rather pretty woman. Rather long and messy black hair turns around to lock steely-gray-like eyes with mine. 

That scar reminds me too much of the dragon from before. Wasn’t the scar about the same place too? Huh, he must have been too interested in that fight and lacks self-preservation or something. His eyes widen for some reason. He must have been told by others to not even come near the now outcast. 

I don’t even get to blink when he grabs one of my arms to pull me towards him again. My body instinctively flinches and gets prepared to be hit again. It never comes. My eyes open to see him staring at small cuts still bleeding slightly. His sight then immediately goes towards my swollen eye. There’s an odd fury that grows in his eyes the more he sees. Too tired to think what that must be about. I try to pull my arm free from his grip. ‘I’m sorry sir, but could you please let me go? I’m really tired and just want to go home for the day.” 

He doesn’t. If anything, his grip gets slightly tighter from me trying to pull away. Not painfully so, but it’s there. The other turns to look, and her eyes widen a substantial amount. She looks at him. “They the one? They’re not looking so hot.”

“We got what we need. Tell Zashi and the others.” 

She nods and pushes something hidden against her ear. “We found the target.” She says something else too, but my mind is too caught up in the “target” part. 

T-target!? That snaps me to attention. What did All For One tell them? Are they looking for something and he pinned the blame on me that I have it? Did he hire them to make my life more insufferable?  

A set of footsteps comes up rapidly. They must be running as fast as they could. It’s another male. He has incredibly long hair and some rather odd facial hair. He suddenly hugs me. “So glad to have finally found you! The week has been terrible! Sho! We shoulda taken then with us!” 

I don’t know you weirdos. What kind of sick prank is this? I try to push him away. “You must have the wrong person. I don’t know either of you.” He latches on tighter. “C’mon, we’re not dragons now, but you gotta recognize us! Especially Sho’s scar! 

...What? Looking closer, the blond one seems to have small scales poking at his clothing. That… This cannot be possible. I shake my head in disbelief. “There’s no way! Dragon shifters aren’t real!” 

“Oh, we definitely are, dear- what happened!? Why do you have so many injuries!?” 

“That Masura man I’m guessing. Problem child informed me of it not too long ago.” 

Problem child? 

The blond one almost seems to growl. “Don’t regret our decision for today then.”

“Decision?” I question. 

They both grow a rather sadistic smirk. I can’t tell which is more unnerving. The blond’s is bigger and shows more of his teeth, but there’s just something about the black-haired one’s that seems more unnatural.  

“Well, we’ve been lookin’ for ya for about a week now. We were starting to think he did kill you, and we weren’t happy. Besides! A dragon killer like him can’t live anyway. He’s a danger to our kind!” he turns towards the woman. “Give everyone the signal,” He turns towards this ‘“Sho” or whatever he is. “You should take them. Don’t want any more damage to our poor lovely healer, huh?” He smiles at me. 

I’m… still trying to wrap my frazzled mind and body around this. I don’t get to though from the sudden thing of many of the people around suddenly growing rapidly in size, and obtaining dragon qualities. 

It doesn’t even take a minute for them all to be full dragons, and ripped clothes everywhere. As well as the two familiar ones right in front of me. Shatter and Suppress. 

Shatter picks me up and flies up a bit, being careful with his claws. He places me on Suppress’ back. 

Can things please stop for two minutes to let me think!? Again, I don’t get to as Suppress takes off into the air. There’s nothing to really grab onto to not fall off, so I grab his hair. It’s surprisingly soft. Wasn’t expecting that. My hands make the hair wrap around my hands a few times to not have to clench it so tightly. I’d rather not fall to my death. 

He either dosn’t feel me pulling on his hair or doesn’t care. I lean closer to ignore the air whipping by as he speeds around flying. The screaming of the people is also a bit too much. They have nothing to fend themselves since dragons have never attacked this place before. Usually they get caught before they do.  

There’s the familiar screaming or yelling of Shatter in the distance. I look over to see him with multiple other dragons against All For One. He’s gotten a few chained to the ground, but the sheer amount of them that keep using their abilities against him is making it really hard for him to focus. 

A familiar exploding dragon zooms past to fight one of his prized dragons he must have let free to help. They’re not helping much. They can’t. There are too many. Toga tries to stab him with her tail, but the exploding one is relentless. He has a sick smile, almost like he’s enjoying the fight. He almost too quickly manages to pin her to the ground and slams explosion after explosion onto her face. 

Dabi is being managed by an oddly colored dragon that reminds me of the red and white-haired one from earlier. With him fighting Dabi is a green one with an oddly long tongue, and a pink and brown one who somehow can move large buildings to fall onto Dabi, making him constantly jump around to avoid being hit. 

Tomura doesn’t seem to be having much luck either. The two must have informed the others of his ability. He’s against multiple with long-ranged abilities like Shatter. 

Despite all the noise around, I’m getting even more tired with the rocking of his body with the movement of his wings. Same with his oddly warm scales being rather comforting, and hair draping around me like a blanket. Exhaustion overtakes me as the sounds of screaming people, roaring dragons, and crackling fire of houses slowly fades to silence with me drifting off. 

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Not edited to the fullest capability. We die like captains with their sinking ships. Will be doing a part two with better yandere stuff...

….. Eventually…...

[justlightlysedated]

35.wake up kisses

35. wake up kisses

Isobel is waiting for Margaret, a friend of her mother, who was visiting and used the bus instead of flying because it was safer.

Isobel wrinkled her nose at the amount of people inside of the bus depot, and decided to just wait outside, sending her mother a message so she could let Margaret know that Isobel was waiting for her.

The only reason that she had agreed to do this, instead of sending Max, was because Margaret was known in their social circle as a woman with expensive tastes, and Isobel was trying to network.

Her eyes sweep across the other cars in the parking lot, and she jumps when she sees Michael's truck.

She pushes away from her car, and heads over there, not surprised to find Michael himself sleeping in the front seat, head lolling back against the headrest, mouth open.

If there was one thing that the foster system fucked up that Isobel hasn't been able to unfuck in the time that Michael has been living with them in Roswell, it's his sleeping.

Michael can literally fall asleep anywhere, like he never got any sleep wherever he was living and had to compensate, but the downside to that was that if someone woke him up, he woke up swinging, like he had to defend himself immediately after being drawn out of sleep.

Isobel doesn't like the implications, but Michael actually refuses to talk about anything important without turning it into an uncomfortable joke.

Still, Isobel walks over there, determined to wake him up since he’s been missing for a few days, and while Max may be convinced that he’s wasting his life away on some bar floor, Isobel had been worried.

Before she can get close enough to yell his name without attracting too much attention, she sees a movement, and then someone else sits up, coming from around the vicinity of Michael’s lap.

Isobel ducks behind a car and gags a little. She can’t believe that Michael is actually having sex in a very public parking lot in broad daylight.

She looks around the hood of the car, hoping that whatever is happening is coming to an end, and is once again surprised.

Alex Manes is sitting beside Michael, and instead of looking like he was just giving a blowjob, he looks like he just woke up, yawning wide and stretching his arms as far as they can go.

He rubs a hand through his messy hair, rubbing his eyes, then blinks and turns towards Michael, who Isobel notes is actually asleep.

She opens her mouth to warn Alex about the dangers of waking Michael up, but Alex is one of those things that Michael has never talked to her about, and she doesn’t think right now would be the best time to bring it up.

She’s expecting Michael to wake up swinging the moment that Alex gets close enough, but he doesn’t even twitch.

Alex manages to get close enough to tap a finger against his cheek, and Michael just settles down more comfortably, head lolling to the other side as he smacks his lips together, but doesn’t wake up.

Isobel can see Alex saying something as he taps his cheek again, and when that doesn’t work, he leans in even closer, and then presses a kiss to Michael’s cheek.

Michael twitches then, nose scrunching up, but he doesn't make any sudden or rough movements.

Alex kisses him again, this time on the edge of his jaw, and again, going lower, until Michael is waking up, eyes blinking open, hand cupping the back of Alex's head.

Alex moves so that they're face to face and Michael says something, and Alex just leans against him, laying his head on Michael's shoulder.

Isobel sees the way Michael's face crumbles a little, but he wraps his arm around Alex and holds him tight, eyes falling shut as he leans his head against Alex's.

Isobel is broken out of the spell the moment put her in, by her phone vibrating in her hand.

She remembers why she's here in the first place, and turns away from the intimate scene still happening in Michael's truck, feeling more embarrassed than if she'd actually seen them fucking.

She shakes her head, pushing the thoughts aside and heads back to her car, vowing to try to talk to Michael about Alex again.

-

Liz doesn't think that it makes her a bad person to push Michael's stool over with her foot until he startles into wakefulness right as he falls to the floor.

She has never tried to wake him up, since Max told her that he wakes up swinging, if anyone tries to wake him up, and she has seen him almost punch Max in the face twice, and both times it was right after Max woke him up.

Liz thinks that they need to do something about it, maybe try different techniques, but both Isobel and Max shut her down, saying that that's just how Michael was.

It's several days after Isobel was put into stasis and they've been working nonstop on trying to find the cure. Liz has told Michael countless times that he should go sleep in the cot she's got in the corner, just for this purpose, but he still ends up falling asleep hunched over on top of the lab table, his butt just barely falling off the stool.

Liz is debating whether or not to push him and then send him to the cot so that she can get at their equipment, when there is a knock on the lab door.

It is pretty late, so she's expecting Kyle, and is startled when Alex is the one to open the door a crack and peek inside.

"Hey," he says as soon as he spots her. "I was looking for Ky-"

He stops speaking when he spots Michael, and Liz doesn't exactly understand the look on his face. He's surprised, yes, but it seems to be something more complicated than just surprise.

He opens the door wider and steps in all the way, closing the door behind himself softly.

He doesn't have his crutch, and Liz wants to ask about that, opening her mouth to ask him how he's doing and what he needs Kyle for, anything to distract him from asking what Michael is doing asleep in her lab.

His eyes flicker from Michael to her, and there is something in his gaze that seems knowing, like he knows exactly what they are doing here, like he knows that Michael is an alien.

"How long has he been asleep like that?" He asks instead of any of the other questions Liz thought he would ask.

"Long enough," she answers after clearing her throat. "I keep telling him to use the cot but-"

"He just falls asleep anywhere," he finishes for her, a fond look on his face, like this isn't the first time that he's seen Michael do this, and for the first time since he walked in through the door Liz wonders how exactly does Alex know Michael 

She opens her mouth to ask, but her teeth click together as she shuts her mouth again when he walks over to Michael, without a care in the world.

"Alex-" she starts, wanting to warn him, but before she can, Alex is close enough to Michael to duck his head down and press a kiss to his temple.

"Guerin," she hears him say in a soft, melodic tone she's never heard come out of his mouth.

He kisses him again, at the corner of his eye, and then one more time on his cheek, and Liz feels her cheeks flame up as she realizes exactly how Alex knows Michael and how well.

By the third kiss, Michael is twitching and moving, and making a low groaning sound as he does.

Alex moves away then, as Michael stretches and his back cracks, the noise making Liz wince.

Michael looks around the room and then spots Alex, and if Liz hadn't guessed when Alex was kissing him, she would've gotten it by the look on Michael's face.

He opens his mouth like he's gonna say something, but then he seems to remember exactly where he is.

He looks over to Liz, eyes wide like he's terrified, and before Liz can say anything to rectify it, Alex's phone is ringing.

He pulls it out of his pocket and waves at them goodbye, not looking back to Michael as he walks out of the lab, answering the call.

"Kyle, I've been looking for you everywhere," he says as the door closes behind him.

There is silence for a few minutes before Michael says, "I don't want to talk about it."

He moves from the stool and walks over to the cot, dropping on it recklessly enough that it creaks alarmingly.

Liz wants to know what exactly went down between Michael and Alex, but instead she just goes back to work, looking at Michael out of the corner of her eye.

Well, she thinks. It looks like there is one way to wake Michael up without getting a punch to the face. Liz wonders if it only works with Alex.

-

Maria opens the door to the Airstream after the first flurry of knocks, and she refuses to feel anything negative when she sees that it's Alex knocking on the door.

His face is impassive as he looks at her, a look that Maria has only ever seen turned on strangers, and she tries not to let it affect her too much.

Michael did tell her that he was going to be doing something with Alex this morning, when she'd asked him if he would be around to help her with something back at the bar.

If she was being really honest with herself, she'd shown up last night with a sixer and a bottle of cheap whiskey at his door, to make sure that he had a reminder of what was waiting for him back home.

"He's still asleep," she tells him when he doesn't say anything else. "He did say that you would be here early, but I don't think he remembered to set an alarm."

She smirks a little at that, since she had been the reason that he was too busy to set an alarm, but Alex just rolls his eyes a little.

"It's okay," he tells her. "Let me just-"

He doesn't finish the sentence, and she's expecting him to point towards his car like he's going to leave, and wait until Michael calls him, but instead he signals inside, where Maria is basically guarding the door with her body.

She steps aside and towards the counter, feeling reluctant, remembering exactly what happened the last time that Alex was inside of the Airstream.

Alex doesn't pause as he walks towards the small bed and squats down beside it.

Maria wants to warn him to be careful. There is a reason why she barely sleeps in bed with Michael. He's pushed her off the bed more than once if she accidentally brushed up against him, and it's a good thing that she's been in a few fights and is good at blocking and ducking since he swings fists first before his eyes are even open.

He was insanely apologetic afterwards, the first and only time that it happened, but Maria really doesn't want to risk it.

She thinks it's something that they can work towards as their relationship continues, but at the moment she likes her space.

However much it pains her to think about it, she thinks that Alex should already be aware of Michael's waking up habits, so she just stays silent and stares.

Alex doesn't do anything that she's expecting.

"Guerin, time to wake up," he says in a sweet low voice, and then she feels her neck and cheeks flush red with anger and shame when he leans even closer and presses a kiss to Michael's forehead, a tender touch that could be platonic if Maria wasn't aware of Alex's feelings on the matter.

The shock of Michael blinking his eyes open, and then stretching and waking up without so much as one erratic movement is what stops Maria from saying anything at all.

"If you're not ready in the next ten minutes we'll be late," Alex says as he gets back up to his feet.

Michael just groans, but then sits up, swinging his feet to the ground.

Alex walks back over to where Maria is standing, and he doesn't look smug or even remotely satisfied that he's able to do something that Isobel had assured Maria no one had ever been able to do.

"Tell him I'm waiting for him in the car," he tells her as he walks out of the Airstream without a goodbye.

Maria watches him get into his car, and only unfreezes when she hears the sound of the shower.

She inhales a shaky breath and wonders what exactly she's gotten herself into.

[flightlessangelwings]

Grant a Name to a Buried and a Burning Flame ~ Chapter 3 (end)

Hades!Din Djarin x Persephone!Reader (gender neutral, no y/n)

Chapter 3/3 (previous chapters in my masterlist)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Hades/Persephone retelling, historical setting, soulmate AU, fluff, angst, character death (kinda sorta, just trust me I don’t want to spoil anything), happy ending

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Ever since Din took you to his room on that night, you had spent every night since with him. For a man who had killed without mercy, he was always so gentle with you, and you never felt safer than when you laid in his embrace. And the more nights you spent with Din, the more you fell in love with him. The pull you both felt towards each other was finally calmed with your union, and neither of you had ever felt this happy or content in your lives.

Time flew by and before you both knew it, your last night in Din’s kingdom was upon you. With a sigh you nuzzled yourself into his arms and you felt him squeeze you tighter. The two of you lay nude in his bed, and yet you felt as if you couldn’t get enough contact with him. Din also felt the desperate need for as much skin to skin contact as possible. It was as if he could never get enough ever since the first night you spent lost in pleasure with him, especially since you were the first skin to skin contact he had in his entire adulthood.

You wish you had spent more time with him in bed, since it took you some time to let your walls down around him. But since those walls came down, the emotions poured out, and you found yourself more drawn to him than ever. And Din felt the same way about you. He took in a deep breath as he held you in his arms and savored the warmth of your body against his and the soft smell of flowers that you always had.

“Din…” you broke the comfortable silence with your soft voice, “What do you think would happen if I didn’t go back.”

You felt his chest rumble with a questioning grunt as Din shifted himself to look at your face, “You would stay? With me?” he paused, “For me?”

You couldn’t help but smile through your sad eyes, “I would,” you gazed into his soft brown eyes and you saw the same sadness reflected in them as you felt. 

Din was surprisingly expressive with his eyes, which was something you did not expect from a man who hid his face from everyone except for you. Whether it was his body language or the way he looked at you, you almost always knew what he was thinking. After several moments of silence, he spoke again, “It’s risking a lot, with the deal we struck…”

“I know,” you sighed as you rested your head back down on his chest and just listened to his heartbeat for a few minutes. “I know this wasn’t exactly what I wanted at first… At least that's what I thought,” you let out a short laugh as you thought back to your unconventional first meeting, “But what about what I want?”

“What do you want?” he asked right away as he hand flexed against your skin.

A half smile flashed across your face; Din was the first person in your life to ask what you wanted and you did not take that lightly, “You.”

Din held you even tighter somehow as he placed a soft kiss to your head, “I’ll protect you, no matter what happens.”

“I can take care of myself, Din,” you quipped back softly without malice in your voice. You had always been tough, and people always underestimated you. People saw your appearance and your flowers against your skin and immediately thought you were weak, but they couldn’t have been more wrong. And during your time with Din, he made sure to show you self defense techniques just in case you needed them. You were definitely a force not to be reckoned with.

“I know you can, my love,” he replied as he brought a hand under your chin to tilt your head back up, “But that doesn’t mean I won’t defend you with everything I have. You mean more to me than anything else.”

You genuinely smiled at his words, “Since when were you so poetic?” you kissed his lips, “But I love you regardless,” you whispered against him.

“I love you too,” Din said your name with such affection.

Outside the window, you could see in the distance that your kingdom looked to be in such disarray. The once bright and lively fields looked dull and dim, and you could tell that nothing much seemed to grow in the lands. In fact, the Underworld seemed to be more lively than your home kingdom. Vaguely, you wondered why that was, and you did feel a pang of guilt at the sight. No doubt your people felt the consequences. Yet at the same time, you had never been happier in your life, and you wanted to chase that happiness. You were stuck between two impossible choices, and though your heart knew what it wanted, your head was conflicted. 

You had made your decision before you fell asleep that night, and the next morning you sent word to your mother that you would not return home. You stood at the window, lost in thought as you stared at your old home in the distance when Din came up beside you and slipped his hand in yours. Since you were closed off in his chambers, he had forgone his usual hood so you could find some comfort in his face.

“I’ve got you,” Din reassured you as he gave your hand a squeeze before you both fell into a silence again.

Demeter, of course, was not pleased with the news. She answered back with a warning message that promised war if you were not delivered by the end of the day. For the first time in your life, you were truly terrified and you couldn’t stop yourself from trembling as you read the note. But you couldn’t go back, not when you found love and finally felt like you belonged somewhere. And you didn’t think your mother would actually follow through with her threat.

“Whatever you decide, I’m here,” Din whispered in your ear. He could see the conflict in your eyes, and as much as it would pain him to lose you, he would support your decision. You both had your people to think about too, although it was a role neither of you wanted, you still couldn’t just escape that responsibility. 

“I want to stay,” your voice was barely audible as you looked at him from where he held you in his arms, and you felt him give you a squeeze in response.

Unfortunately, Demeter was true to her threat and in no time, Din’s little palace was set ablaze. Din sent orders for his people to flee and hide to try and minimize casualties, and the palace took the major brunt of the attack. It helped ease your guilt to know that your mother did not seem to want to harm innocents, but tears still filled your eyes and you and your husband fought side by side against the invaders in your halls.

You each had a sword in your hands and you and Din worked so well together in combat. The two of you seemed to move as one as you easily took down soldier after soldier. But just as the first wave of men fell, more seemed to emerge from the shadows. As they shot at you, Din jumped in front of you and used his armor as your shield before he grabbed your hand and led you down the hall.

But it was fruitless as more of Demeter’s men blocked the exit and shot at you again. This time, Din was not fast enough to jump in front of you and a spear grazed your side. You screamed in pain as he caught you and dragged you down another hall. The shouts from the enemy soldiers didn’t even register in his head, nor did the faint smell of flames.

Din took you into a secluded room and locked it, and from the window, he could see that the soldiers had lit his palace on fire. With you injured and guards at every exit, he knew you were both trapped and he couldn’t help the panic that ran through his veins. This wasn’t how this was supposed to end. He was supposed to protect you. You were supposed to live and be happy.

Tears filled your eyes as you smelled the smoke start to creep into the little room you were currently trapped in. You glanced up at Din and you could tell even behind his covered face that he tried to come up with a plan to get you out of here, although you knew it was useless.

“Din,” you called out to him in a hushed voice, which made him drop to his knees as he ripped his hood off.

He said your name as he kissed you and wrapped you in his arms as just let you cry. Tears of his own pooled up but he refused to let them fall. Even in these last moments, he was determined to be strong for you and protect you as best as he could. Heat rose in the room as the fire quickly started to creep through the door.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried into his arms, “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Now we....”

Din held you close as he hushed you with your name, “It’s ok my love,” he whispered as he placed soft kisses to the top of your head as the flames engulfed you both, “This isn’t the end. And I will find you in the next life. I promise, through darkness and flame I will always find you. Nothing will keep you from me, my love.”

You woke up with a jump in the cold bunk that you found yourself in for the night. This was the fifth night in a row you had that same dream, and it only got clearer and clearer the more nights you saw it. If you didn’t have the threat of a bounty on your head, you would have spent more time trying to decipher what it meant, but you had bigger problems to worry about.

You had spent the past few months on the run throughout the galaxy as you hopped from planet to planet. It wasn’t what you had planned or wanted as next in line for the throne of your home planet, but since your parents decided to ally with the Empire, you couldn’t take it. You didn’t want to be associated with them, and you didn’t want to trap yourself in that life, so you ran. With nothing more than the clothes on your back, the weapons on your belt, and a necklace around your neck with a pendant of your favorite flower, you ran.

At least the planet you found yourself on now was a beautiful one. Naboo was everything you imagined it would be and more, and you only wished you could actually take the time to properly explore the lush forests and gardens and rivers. But you had to stay in the shadows as much as possible to avoid being caught. You had outrun and outgunned several bounty hunters who were after you, and you had to keep your wits about you if you were to stay free.

What you did not count on, however, was that a Mandalorian would come after you. Though you had never met one, you knew about their reputation, and this one in his shiny silver beskar definitely lived up to the legend. He cornered you before you even saw him and though you tried to put up a fight, he easily overpowered you. During your scuffle with him, he managed to graze your side where you had a large scar-like birthmark. You didn’t think much of it at first, but the spot throbbed and burned more than it should have for such a light hit that you took.

When he spoke for the first time, different words came from his mouth than his usual “bring you in warm” line, “Through darkness and flame I will always find you.” Under the helmet, Mando linked several times and was shocked at his own voice. Where did that come from? And why did you look so familiar though he had never met you before?

At that, you froze. Those were the exact last words that the man you were in love with in your dreams said. The Mandalorian took advantage of your state and easily dragged you back to his ship. For some reason, though, he chose not to cuff you and instead just held you by your arm and dragged you behind him. Both of you were silent as he led you away, both completely lost in thought and equally as confused at your encounter.

When he reached the Razor Crest, he was greeted by a small green child with big ears. The child looked up at you both from where he sat and cooed inquisivelty. You stared at him in silence for a few moments; he too felt so familiar to you, even though you had never seen his species before. For some reason, a name popped into your head as you and the little child stared at each other. But, for now you kept that to yourself. 

The Mandalorian scooped the child up in his arms before he tugged at your arm and led you up to the cockpit. Without a word, he sat you down in one of the empty seats before he sat in the pilot’s chair and took off. The child sat in the other chair in the cockpit and happily babbled at you as if he knew who you were. You sat there, unsure of what to do next or even what to think. You couldn’t see his face, and yet he felt so familiar to you. After a long, tense silence, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why did you say that to me?” you asked as you clutched your side where that scar still burned.

Din was silent. Truthfully he had no idea why those particular words came to him, but there was something about you that felt familiar. Not to mention you had a striking resemblance to the person who he saw in his dreams lately. He kept his body still as to not let on how conflicted and confused he felt underneath the armor.

You felt a familiar tug in your chest as you watched the Mandalorian in silence until you opened your mouth and spoke a single syllable, “Din…”

At that, he turned around and faced you. How did you know his name when no one else did? He stared at you from behind his visor when suddenly everything just fell into place. You must have realized it too as you both realized that it wasn’t dreams that filled your minds, but memories of a past life. Without a word, Din stood and wrapped you in his arms and you couldn’t help the tears that flowed as you collapsed in his arms.

“You found me,” you whispered into his chest. In this life, you and Din had just met, but your souls had been in love since before you were born. And the two of you fell into each other as if it was the most natural thing in the galaxy. From his seat, the little green child cooed and giggled as he watched you both embrace each other as if he could also sense what was going on.

“I found you,” he echoed.

The circumstances of your meeting were far different than before, and neither of you knew what would happen moving forward. But you both knew that as long as you were together, you could conquer anything. And this time, Din was determined that your story would not end in flames.

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Notes: Thank you all SOOOO much for the love and support with this piece!! I hope you all enjoyed the ending and that it wasn’t too much angst there lol. I came up with that ending because it was the original concept I had for the story until I figured out that I finally wrote so i incorporated it as an ending. And it’s open enough that I could write it one day if I want to and if y’all want it ;) And for those who were on the Hades!Din only taglist, please let me know if you’d like to be moved to the Din or Pedro characters taglist!

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(Spoiler lesson 16) (Angst) I don’t like Belphegor after what he did to mc (us). But Beelzebub is real boyfriend- and even husband material. So could you make a fic about mc confessing to Beel that mc is not comfortable being near Belphegor? Mc will understand if they’ll have to break up, but can’t take being near Belphegor anymore. I know this’ll prob end up bad :(

Where I Stand (Beelzebub x GN!Reader ANGST) 

Beel was the love of your life, that much was clear. It had taken a while to get close to him, but once you did it was like you couldn’t pull yourself away. He was always right there next to you, his hand in yours or you sitting on his lap while he ate. It was like the two of you couldn’t be separated, and while most people, especially his brothers, cringed at your closeness, the two of you loved it. There was nothing to worry about, he knew that you were safe beside him. The only thing that could make this better for him was if his twin were here to meet you too. 

He had written letters to his brother, letters that he had given to Lucifer to deliver to the human world where Lucifer told him that Belphie was staying. The letters were all about how perfect you were, how happy you made him, how much he loved you. When he was with you, it’s like he wasn’t hungry anymore, you filled his heart, it was like he couldn’t be hungry when he was already so full of love for you. He never got a response though, and part of him just assumed that Belphie was just really busy. The human world was way different from the Devildom, but it still kind of hurt that his brother couldn’t even take the time to respond to him. Even just a simple “proud of you, man” would have worked, but he got nothing. 

You would often run off, saying that you had something to do, that you would be back in a little while and you always came back shortly after you left. You never told him what you were doing, and Beel never pried, his main concern was whether you left the house, and you never did. He felt like he had nothing to worry about while you were gone, and up until that day he was right. The house was safer than being outside, or so he thought. 

It had never crossed his mind once that Belphegor would still be in the house, let alone locked up in the attic. One second his twin brother is free and he feels like everything can be made right again, and then the next second you’re dying. The quickness of it all had almost given him whiplash. It was like the final puzzle piece had been placed, the picture was so beautiful, and then someone had come in and destroyed the entire puzzle. The last person he thought would destroy it would be his own brother though, his best friend. 

After everything seemed to be sorted out, he still took a while to trust Belphie. He was so scared to have you anywhere near his twin, and you were completely fine with that. Seeing yourself dying, knowing that Belphegor was the cause of it, knowing that in some timeline somewhere that you were actually dead, it was terrifying. Soon though, Beel wanted to start mending the relationship with his brother, and while part of you understood, another part of you felt almost betrayed by him. After everything that the two of you had been through, the relationship that had grown between you, he’d still choose the brother that wanted to kill you? You tried to be okay with it, but you just couldn’t. For a while you kept your feelings to yourself though. It wasn’t like Beel was trying to force you to be around his brother, so you could at least suffer in silence whenever he decided to spend his free time with Belphegor instead of you. It was only when Beel had started to bring Belphie with the two of you whenever you left the house. 

“Beel, I need to talk to you…” You looked up at him, leaning against the counter, looking happy as ever while he ate his sandwich. Of course he would look happy, there was nothing bothering him anymore. In his eyes, everything was just right, absolutely perfect, it couldn’t get better than the way it was now. To him, this was the best that it could ever get for him, but he didn’t know how you felt, and he hadn’t even asked you to see how you felt either. “Hmm? What’s wrong, cupcake?” That pet name, it always made you feel soft when he said it, but now it just upset you more. Not because you hated hearing it, but because you had the most nauseating gut feeling that it would be the last time you heard him call you that. 

“I can’t be around him… not after what happened. I hate it, I hate being scared when I’m with you because I know I shouldn’t be, but I know that you’d never hurt him either.” Your eyes watched him closely, but he didn’t show any emotion, he just stood there staring at you as if he were waiting for you to continue, but before you could, he started talking. “I don’t know what you want me to do Y/N… it’s not that you’re not important to me but… that’s my brother. You don’t understand him… and you’re not even giving yourself the chance to.” Was that him trying to make it better? His words felt like a thousand slaps, he was really trying to excuse his brothers actions by saying that you didn’t understand him… and then getting upset with you that you don’t really want to understand the guy in the first place?! 

“Do you… Do you not remember what the hell he did to me?!” Anger, sadness… rage. It was clear to you now that Beel didn’t give a damn about anything that Belphegor did to you. Tears of anger streamed down your face as you looked at your boyfriend, your boyfriend who you thought loved you, cared about you. It was obvious that that wasn’t the case. “Y/N… I’m not excusing what he did. I just… you don’t understand him, what he’s been through. He didn’t mean to do it.” You couldn’t help but laugh, it was humorous almost, how much he defended Belphegor in everything he did. Humorous, but also irritating, so irritating and… disgusting. “He didn’t mean to do it? Is that why he came after me again, Beel?” 

Your irritation and anger was mirrored in his eyes, and for the first time you actually saw him put his food down, his fists clenched as he took a step toward you. “So… what? You want me to choose between you and my own brother?” “No… that’s-” “Because I’m choosing him. He needs me. I just get him back and… because you can’t get over something that he didn’t even mean to do, you expect me to just give him up for you? I can’t do that.” His words cut deep, and for once you saw where exactly you stood in the lineup of things in his life. You were nothing to him, and it was quite clearly put in your face, laid out right in front of you, and as much as you didn’t want to believe it, it was plain as day. 

“So that’s how it is? Glad to see how much I mean to you.” You bit your cheek, trying to hold in the tears, at least until you got up to your room where you could suffer in silence. “That’s how it is. Glad you see it too.” He turned away from you, picking up his sandwich again, not even bothering to watch as you walked away. The tears streamed down your face as you made your way up to your room, slamming the door behind you and collapsing onto your bed to finally let it all out. 

The slamming of your door finally snapped him out of his anger, his sandwich slipping between his fingers as the last five minutes replayed in his mind. Five minutes… that’s all it took for him to break you, to push you away, to lose you. He wasn’t a perfect person, he tried so hard to be, but he just couldn’t keep up with himself, with his own thoughts and his own emotions. Everyone else always came first, it was just how he was, he would have never thought that caring too much would be the worst he could have done. There was no going back now, he was at a fork in the road and he chose his path, the path that didn’t include you, and he would have to pay the price for it.

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maybe a request?? idk, anyways, imagine if mc and belphie became friends when he was locked up, like they would sneak to the attic and see him and they would cuddle and nap together and they'd just do things together. belphie still betrays them tho even if in his mind he just grew to tolerate them and the aftermath of the betrayal and how would their relationship be like. i just feel like reading angst tbh- i love your account and i hope you'll like my request👉🏻👈🏻

I Thought We Were Friends?

Belphegor x GN!MC angst

Warnings: Chapter 16 spoilers, death, no happy ending

Summary: When you get sent back to the morning of Belphegor’s escape to figure out how he had gotten out, you are saddened to see what would have happened if the brothers hadn’t come home as soon as they had in your own timeline. Belphegor had been your best friend and he ruins it forever.

You stood in the entrance hall during the dark Devildom morning, saying goodbye to the six eldest brothers as they left for an important student council meeting you were told would most likely last all night. 

You had been here what felt like years ago but, in reality, was a day at most. Barbatos had sent you back in time on a quest to figure out how Belphegor had gotten out of the attic without Lucifer’s power. So here you stood, beginning your day all over again to retrace your steps and find the truth so that Belphegor would be freed from Diavolo’s dungeon.

“MC,” the raven-haired eldest began, “keep to yourself and behave while we are gone.” Lucifer looked down at you with a murderous gaze, clearly worried about the determination you had been showing to go up the stairs recently. Little did he know, you had been up multiple times while he was either asleep or at the Demon Lord’s castle. You knew his youngest brother was locked away up there and you had been keeping him company as you waited to be able to form a pact with the last of them. 

Belphegor and yourself had grown quite close actually, to the point you were sure he knew more about you than even Mammon did, and we all know how nosey the avatar of greed tends to be. You often sneaked up there when you stayed home sick to nap beside the bars that locked him in the room, where he’d lay and reach a hand between the metal to either hold your hand or pet your hair.

You had made pacts with all his brothers except for Lucifer at this point and Belphegor had been growing sort of nervous, which you had assumed to be nervousness to see his brothers after so long being held captive in his own home.

“Of course! When do I not?” you smiled sarcastically at Lucifer, earning a snicker from Satan as he waved and joined his brothers who were waiting outside. “I mean it, MC, there are things - living things even - here that can and will hurt you,” He looks you straight in the eye with an almost concerned look. “I would bring you along where you’d be safer but the meeting concerns the exchange program and some classified information about it so I cannot have you there per Diavolo’s request.”

“I understand Lucifer, I promise to be good,” you nod as he walks out of the house. You run to the window watching as they all walk down the street, and the second they are out of sight you sprint up the stairs, tripping over your own feet a few times along the way.

You peek into your room to see your past self still sound asleep, just as you had been on the fateful morning of Belphegor’s escape. You shivered at the sight of your own body and how odd of a situation you were in as you closed the door running once more, this time up the stairs.

“Belphie!” you called out of breath, frantically looking around as you reached the top of the stairs. The sight of the attic door being gone ran a chill up your spine. You had no idea it had happened so early in the morning as he didn’t reveal himself for a while. “Belphie, where are you?!”

You look behind curtains and in a closet, searching for the messy hair and violet eyes you’d grown to love. You collapse to your knees panting from your rush to find him. If he’d already out how am I supposed to figure out how it happened? You thought to yourself.

You decide to hide and wait for the demon to return, crawling under the attic’s bed and sitting in an eerie silence for at least an hour, sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

You let out a sigh realizing he probably won’t return to the attic he’d been held prisoner in and decide to get out from your hiding spot. As you stand a shrill shriek and sobs can be heard echoing through the house. You recognize the voice as your own and before you know it you tower over your own crippled body, bleeding and wheezing for air as the avatar of sloth stood feet away cackling at your misery.

The hands that once pet your hair and helped you sleep now covered in blood, violet eyes feral and filled with bloodlust, teeth that smiled at you once now covered in chunks of your own flesh. You didn’t know this demon. There’s no way. 

You back up slowly, trying to avoid gaining the attention of the demon wh had just brutally slaughtered your past self. Just to your luck though, your foot lands on a squeaky floorboard, causing Belphegor’s head to whip around and a low growl to leave his chest. 

“Belphie…” You breathe out, blinking away hot tears that blurred your vision, “w-why? What have you done?!” You can’t hold back your screams anymore as you fall to the ground and sob, unable to run away as you stare at your own lifeless eyes.

“You already know about Lilith, both Beel and I have told you about her,” a sickening voice snarls in your direction. You keep your head down unable to comprehend the situation. Belphegor was the person who you felt safest being around in the Devildom, why would he do this to you?

You feel a clawed hand suddenly grip around your throat, lifting you until your toes barely touched the ground. “I’m not sure why there are two of you, but it doesn’t matter, just means more fun for me!” He cackled staring at you, waiting for you to lift your eyes and show him how afraid you were now that he’d revealed his true form.

“S-she li-” you try to choke out but are silenced by the hand tightening around your throat, constricting your airway and leaving you to claw at his wrist. You look into his eyes and see a flash of guilt for maybe half a second before your thrown down the stairs, leading in front of the front door. You knew they’d be back any minute now, they said they’d be back before dinner and it was dinner time now so they were bound to show up and save you.

“You are so fucking unbelievable, haha, you really were gullible enough to believe a demon could care for a human even in the slightest bit!” he laughed and laughed at your pain, possessed by his hatred and refusing to think clearly. You hear him snarl and see him lunging, about to pounce at you again and you cover your head bracing for impact as he leaps.

You are shocked to instead hear a loud crash and open your eyes to see back feathers wrapped around your body, cradling you and protecting you from whatever was going on outside the dark shelter of Lucifer’s wings. You bury your face into his chest, apologizing and weeping as your body ached. He brought a hand up to pat your blood covered hair and sympathetically winced at the injury. As you lose blood you hear more people show up, Barbatos and Diavolo explaining the situation to the brothers who all gasp.

Hearing Belphegor’s voice sounding regretful made you sick. You heard footsteps approaching and the familiar voice says your name softly, petting your hair as he had done many times before.

You whine and try to pull yourself impossibly closer to Lucifer who stood up and said some things your dizzy self could no longer understand. The last thing you remember before you lost consciousness was seeing Belphegor standing there staring at you with tears in his eyes and a terrified look on his face.  The last thing you hear is his voice cracking as he screams your name with more pain than you’d ever heard in someone’s voice.

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Chan: Homewrecker (Part Three)

Characters: Chan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, implied abuse, a lil bit of fluff toward the end???

Word count: 1,888

Summary: Chan caught your attention as soon as your eyes met across the market. Something about him drew you to him, and you knew you were meant to be. However, you were already taken and arranged to be married on your next birthday, so you could never be together.

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“And where do you think you’re going, kid?”

Chan froze, turning around to see Soonyoung looking at him with a smirk and arms folded across his chest. He assumed the alphas wouldn’t want him sneaking out, especially not if they knew he was going into town again. There had been strange men wandering the woods, and the pack had confirmed they were guards and werewolf hunters, so they had to lay low for a while. But  Chan had to see you. He was going crazy thinking about what could’ve happened to you, especially now that your fiancé apparently suspected what he was. You were seen with them, and you said you were friends with them. He had to make sure you were safe and okay.

“Look, I know it’s not safe, but I have to see _____,” Chan tried to desperately explain, keeping his voice hushed in case Seungcheol wasn’t asleep just yet. “What if Donghae did something to her?”

Soonyoung nodded lazily, “I get it, she’s your mate. I’m not going to baby you.”

“I know I-- Wait…you’re not?”

It was normal for Chan to be treated like a child – although, sometimes he liked it when it was one of the girls – so he was surprised that Soonyoung, the one who picked on him the most, was being so understanding. Normally, Soonyoung didn’t seem to care too much about the mate thing, especially considering he was always going out to sleep around – though he hadn’t tried anything like that since hitting on you.

“No, I’m not,” he chuckled. “Chan, I know I don’t get the mating pull thing, but I understand how it must feel. We all had to see the heartbreak from Josh and Seungkwan firsthand, and the last thing I want is to have to see anything like that again. Whatever you have to do, you need to do it. Just promise me to keep yourself safe too.”

Chan was surprised by Soonyoung’s words, but he was also touched. Obviously what happened to Joshua was tragic -- it was almost tragic with Seungkwan, too -- and everyone was upset seeing him heartbroken, but he didn’t know that Soonyoung actually…well, cared.

“I will,” the younger wolf nodded. “Thanks, Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung nodded his head toward the backdoor, “I suggest you make your escape that-a-way. Front door’s a bit squeaky lately.”

Chan gave one final nod before racing out the backdoor, silently but quickly following the pull to you.

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You knew your family took notice, from the way your sister’s eyes widened before leaving the room, to the way your mother bit her lip and fought the terrified look in her eyes, to the way your father awkwardly coughed and pretended to not notice. They knew Donghae had hit you – a lot – and he would definitely do it again, especially now that he knew you associate with the werewolves.

No matter how many times you insisted you didn’t know, Donghae wouldn’t let up, insisting you were a werewolf-lover. He even threatened your life if the wolves didn’t kill you first.

You didn’t know why, though, but you weren’t afraid. Chan had shown nothing but kindness, and the others you met clearly didn’t mean any harm since they never did anything to hurt you. In fact, you felt…oddly fond of the brown-haired boy. But you knew you’d probably never see him again; not when Donghae was going to be watching your every move – literally.

But even if they were werewolves, at least none of them hit you.

As you laid in bed that night, you couldn’t fall asleep. Your body was still sore from what Donghae had done to you, and you had stayed in bed all day just because moving hurt. You still couldn’t believe you had to marry him, but that was your fate. And man, did fate suck.

Staring at the ceiling in silence, you heard your window on the second floor slide open. You tried to sit up, but your muscles screamed in pain, and your arms ultimately shook before you collapsed back on your bed, your head falling against your pillow.

“Ah, don’t get up!” Chan whispered urgently, seeing how you couldn’t even hold yourself up. “It’s just me.”

You watched at the boy easily climbed in through your window, landing silently on the wooden floor. He smiled softly at you, but it quickly fell when he took in your appearance. Your skin was littered with bruises and your lip was healing from being split -- and the skin of your left arm was raised just a bit right at the top of your inner forearm below the bend of your elbow, a reminder that Chan should’ve expected all of this from Donghae when he was the reason there was a tracker implanted in you.

You didn’t want him to worry about you, so you offered a weak smile, “How did you find me?”

His eyes that scanned your exposed skin flashed back up to yours – you noticed they were gold instead of the brown you were used to, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“You know,” you began, letting out a soft sigh, “Donghae already told me he thinks you’re monsters…”

Chan’s mouth parted, wanting to say something but he didn’t know what. What if you thought he was a monster too? What if you denied him?

‘Of course she will,’ he reminded himself, ‘she’s engaged.’

“Is that why he did this?” was all Chan could get out. “Because of me?”

He felt awful. It was his fault you got hurt this badly, and he couldn’t even protect you. Even now, he couldn’t do anything. It wasn’t like he could kidnap you and take you with him. The entire town would be out looking for you, and Donghae already had hunters searching the woods for them now.

You saw the broken look in Chan’s eyes as he continued to look over your injuries, and it made you feel sad, “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll heal.”

“Why are you trying to make me feel better?” Chan laughed, sounding both angry and upset. “I did this to you; this happened because of me!”

While his voice was harsh, he kept it a whisper so he wouldn’t alert anybody of his presence. The last thing he wanted now was your family finding out there was a strange boy in your room and you getting into even more trouble than he already did.

You forced yourself to sit up despite the protests of your limbs. Chan helped you up, his warm hands soothing against the ache in your body.

“I don’t blame you,” you told him sincerely. “Chan, I’m only mad at Donghae. …Well, afraid is more like it.”

Finally, he asked quietly, “Don’t you think I’m a monster?”

“A-are you really…a werewolf?” you wondered just above a whisper, chewing on your bottom lip.

He knew he’d have to come clean at some point, so he might as well just do it early on. You already were told he was anyway.

“All of my brothers are,” he nodded slowly. “There’s thirteen of us – not counting mates.”

You thought over his confession. While Donghae had told you, you thought maybe he was just crazy. But knowing he was right was a weird feeling, one you couldn’t describe.

However, you realized it didn’t change anything. You still preferred being around Chan over Donghae any day, and you felt much safer having the werewolf around than your own fiancé. In fact, even just having Chan here in your room felt like a dream that was too good to be real.

Chan waited nervously for you to say something, trying to keep his inner wolf at bay as he stared at the odd lump on your arm. He still couldn’t believe that was put there and your family didn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t believe someone was so vile as to do that to another human being.

“Chan,” you finally spoke up, making his yellow eyes dart to your face. To his relief, you at least didn’t look disgusted, “the only person I think is a monster is Donghae. You are far from a monster.”

The pup couldn’t help it as his face broke out into a relieved smile, and it took everything in him to not wrap you up in his arms and cover your face with kisses. He did let out a content hum in his chest, which you heard rumble through your quiet room. 

“Really?” he grinned, finally deciding to sit on the edge of your bed, facing you with one leg resting on the mattress while the other stayed on the floor. “This really doesn’t bother you?”

“You’ve helped me more than he has,” you gave a quiet chuckle with a shrug. “Besides, you’re more like a…a puppy than anything.”

At that, he frowned, “I am not.”

You watched as Chan’s eyes went down to your left arm, a place he’d been looking often. He had forgotten about the tracker for the last couple days, and seeing the bump reminded him and only made him more and more upset. Slowly, he reached toward your arm, making sure you weren’t going to pull away out of fear or otherwise. His strong hand held your forearm softly as he leaned closer to examine it.

“Can I ask what happened when this was implanted?” he wondered softly. “Although, I’m not really sure I want to know…”

You inhaled deeply, knowing what happened to your arm would upset Chan more than anything else he could physically see, “Chan… Look, I promise it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Really?” he quizzed, gesturing to the same arm that was covered in bruises. “This seems like a big deal.”

You didn’t know how to reply, so you just stayed silent as Chan continued to rub his thumb over the chip. 

“We have to get you out of here,” he stated, his body beginning to shake with rage.

He was surprised your next question wasn’t you wondering why in the hell you’d leave with someone who was not only a stranger, but a werewolf of all things.

“How?” you asked quietly, watching as Chan stewed in his own anger. “He’ll find me no matter where I go.”

“I’ll figure it out,” he promised, finally meeting your eyes. Somehow, looking at you calmed him. “Until then, I promise to visit you every night, okay? It’s not safe to meet in the market anymore if Donghae can track you.”

You frowned, “But what if you get caught in the woods? He sent hunters out there to look for you and the rest of your pack.”

“I won’t,” he swore, his jaw set, and his eyes showing his sureness. “I know it sounds absurd, but I’ll do anything to keep you safe, _____.”

“Why?” you laughed softly. “You barely know me.”

“That’s…a story for another day. You should sleep now. I’ll stay until you fall asleep.”

So you laid back down, letting the kind wolf tuck you in before he shifted beside you on the bed. He hummed softly as you closed your eyes, trying to help you sleep faster.

Right before you drifted off, you felt a warm hand running through your hair.