#I TOLD YALL IT'S PAIN TRAIN TIME

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere Batfam x reader who cant feel pain

HEhehehe i just remembered a disease and I just had to write about a reader with it x yandere batfam.

Have you guys heard of CIPA? Its "Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis" which is basically a genetic condition when a patient cant feel pain to any noxious stimulus and can also not sweat, and yall are probably like "but SNoWWW, that doesnt like a diSEase. More like a superpower!!!" um no. You need to be able to feel pain or else you wont know what part of your body has been injured and get help before its too late. You could have thumbtack plunged in your foot and u wouldnt know unless it got infected and u probably saw ur foot changing color.

And now yall are like "but SNoWw, the anhidrosis part, where u cant sweat, sounds nice! who would to look like a sweaty pig in this age????" NO! Sweating is a necessary physiologic phenomenon because it lets your body cool down as it releases heat. If you dont sweat, you'd overheat and DIE!

Okay now that we've covered the basic info, lets get into it:

So, Batfam finds out about reader when she's just running into danger with little to no care for self preservation, and they dismiss it as you being just another dumb teen wanting to be hero and "change the world". Time passes by and Bruce is impressed by your passion and decides to take you under his wing.

It isnt until months later that Bruce discovers something odd about your behaviour. You were standing in the kitchen with the rest of the batkids, laughing and having a good time when he saw Dick had pulled out a hot pan of cookies from the oven and placed it on the aisle. The pan slipped, and without thinking, you had grabbed the hot pan with your bare hands very calmly and placed it back on the aisle, without so much as a hiss of pain or even a sweat.

And now that he thinks about it, Bruce has never seen you sweat. Not during training, not during summer, not even when after you ran laps around the mansion.

With a quick search on the Internet, he finds out about the disease and of course its Dick who he confides in first about his suspicions. Soon, the rest of the batfam has heard the rumours and now they're all watching you keenly to see if its true.

But Jason is the one who tests out the theory quickly by spilling some hot tea on your hand when you were busy talking to Tim about the importance of sleep. The room goes dead silent as they watch your hand turn red, yet you fail to react. It took you a few seconds to realise that they're all looking at you, and when you follow their gaze, it takes you a few seconds to react.

Or fake a reaction.

You shriek, pulling your reddening hand as you run to the sink and run it under cold water, your mind trying to come up with an excuse. But you know its too late when Bruce's hand comes to clasp your shoulder, pulling you away from the sink as his eyes examine your injured hand and... you.

"Bruce I-"

"I know, Y/n." He gives you assuring nod, carefully bandaging your hand as you sat in his office. "You have CIPA, hm?"

You looked down. Why bother lying? He's Batman, he'll find out anyways.

Bruce lifted your head and smiled gently at you. "Its okay. I'm not disappointed in you. I just... you could've told me." You shook your head. "If I did, you would've treated me differently... like a freak."

He sighed. "You are different, but I would've never treated you like a freak. You're not a freak. If anything, between us, I'm more of a freak than you." He was talking about being a hero, but you giggled at the thought of him referring to being a rich dude who cosplays in spandex.

Bruce cupped your cheek and smiled. "I promise, no one will treat you like a freak. But we will have to take some precautions for your safety."

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He lied. You've never felt more like a freak than you do now.

Every single day would start off with Dick waking you up and sticking a thermometer in your mouth because he needs to make sure that you're not overheating, even though Bruce has set a thermostat in your room that he controls and he's programmed it to turn your room temperature change by the hour.

Then Dick would start checking you all over for any bruises or injuries, even a scratch, that you may have caused yourself in your sleep. Originally, Damian was the one who had a whole checklist as he examined your body, but that all ended the moment you smacked him when he asked you to lift your shirt. Dick would just have you go and check yourself in the bathroom and trust you when you said you're all good. Also, you're much nicer to Dick than you are to the rest of the brothers (its his puppy dog eyes and that sweet voice that compels you to do as he asks. He's just too nice.)

Dick would then lead you to down for breakfast with the family, where Alfred already has your glucometer out because of course, they must check your blood sugar level every day, lest they find out you're diabetic or something. Only then would you be served your meal, which is a highly nutritous, perfeclty seasoned, balanced dish because they want to make sure you dont have any vitamin deficiencies (because how would they know???? you dont feel pain). But you cant eat just yet. No no, whichever brother is closer, most often Jason, will first taste your food to make sure its not too hot to consume (because you dont realise you've burned the roof of your mouth that one time when Tim ate a slice of pizza that was fresh out of the oven and huppahhuffpuhh the morsel out). Jason would then give you the go to eat and you finally do. You make sure to finish the whole plate (because otherwise Bruce will make note of it and then interrogate you "medically" why you didnt feel like eating all of it?)

After breakfast, while the rest of the batkids get to go to school and work, you dont (because Bruce thinks that your immune system could be weak and he cant risk you catching any diseases from the outside.) No, you get a special trip to the infirmary where Bruce and Alfred do a more thorough medical check up, taking your vitals, JOTTING IT DOWN, while Alfred hooks you up to an IV drip of vitamins. And even though they go to such extents to ensure that you're healthy, they still take you to a skilled doctor once a week for regular check ups. Bruce wanted to keep the doctor in the house to do daily check ups, but you talked him out of it that you dont want to feel like a lab rat who has her blood taken every day. Once a week is fine, Bruce.

Once the medical check up is done, Bruce would then take you with him, either to Wayne enterprises where you sit in his office as he imparts you "business education that no school can teach you." which you believe because... well he has managed to triple the Wayne wealth even after his parents death. If he's working from home, then he'll let you accompany him in his home office where you can either read a book he chose for you (because Bruce prefers to homseschool you himself) or do a puzzle/case he created specifically for you. If he's working in the batcave, then he'll let you tag along but you can only work here by brainstorming or doing some computer research, but in no way are you allowed to ever go on field and fight. No, not since your last incident.

Just 2 months ago, you were patrolling with Jason (because Bruce refused to let you go alone now. He just wont risk it) and you encountered some bad guys who were a little more well equipped than you two had expected. A fight broke out, and in the process you got hurt badly. Of course, you didnt realise it because you didnt feel any of the punches or the bone fracturing. Jason could only look at you in dread as you smashed your head against the villain's head until the guy passed out, all while your nose bled, you were covered in bruises from top to bottom, AND you had a bone sticking out of your arm.

"Jay? I think I'm hurt?" You asked as blood coated your teeth.

After that, Bruce forbid you from going out on the field altogether because you just dont know when to stop. If it werent for bones sticking out or blood dripping down your face, you wouldnt know that you've been injured.

Anyways, at lunch, almost everyone has returned from work/school and you get yet another balanced meal (temperature tested by another brother). You're now scheduled for some exercises, usually conducted by Damian (under Dick's supervision because otherwise, you'd just be smacking that devil's spawn.) You guys use the gym in the basement, where Damian makes you run on the treadmill for some time, during which he does not take his eyes off you once because he needs to know when he should stop you, especially since you dont sweat or are even huff. If he didnt keep time, you could probably run for a long time and not realise that your legs or lungs are begging you to stop and take a break. As you hop off the machine, he's immediately taking your temperature. He does it after every exercise he makes you do.

After that is done, you spend time with Tim who likes to have you try on little gadgets that should "help you feel pain", but so far, he hasnt had any luck (but he doesn seem to be doing good in disguising trackers in your daily wear things). Oh and Damian loves to join in because he gets to sneak up on you and prick you with needles to help Tim see if your sensory pathways work. They dont, but you dont need your pain receptors to detect Damian coming up behind you as you smack him when he tries to prick you.

Then dinner is served, and then you're ushered straight to bed where Dick, or more often- Bruce has you do a self check like the one Dick does in the morning, but Bruce also makes sure to check your eyes to see if you "accidentally scratched your cornea" or whatever, tucks you in, tells you that he's so proud of you for how youre handling this and that you can come to him anytime, for anything. He kisses your forehead, wishes you goodnight, and leaves.

Half an hour later, Jason sneaks into your room with the goodies- junk food and video games. You two have the strongest bond because Jason is the one who treats you the most normal, and Jason does it partly to piss off Bruce but partly because he cares about your mental health. He knows it cant be good for you to be cooped up in the mansion under supervision like a bird in a gilded cage.

So sometimes, he sneaks you out of the mansion and takes you out on late night rides on his bike. You can even watch him fight villains, but you're sat far away and can never interferre.

Unfortunately for you two, this sneaking out will have to end because Bruce had recently decided to set up some cameras in your room because he wanted to make sure you slept well without any abnormal breathing patterns. Bruce hopes he doesnt have to use restraints on you, because he's not blind. He knows you're uncomfortable with this intricate routine and knowing your impulsive self, you'd probably break your own bones to get out of these restraints. And then he'll be forced to use sedatives and he really doesnt wanna rely on drugs... he likes your company when you're not droopy.

And as Bruce had anticipated, you broke down. You finally tried to leave, and he could see the color draining your face as you realised that there is no leaving.

"Why isnt the door opening?" You asked Bruce, as his four sons slowly surrounded you.

"You dont have to run away, Y/n-" He tried to calm you down but you flinched away, eyes wide as you looked at him like he was going to harm you.

"Bruce, why isnt the fucking door opening?" Your voice trembled, shooting him teary glare before focusing your eyes back on the boys who were closing in on you.

"You're meant to stay here, inside, where its safe." He answered, heart aching at the alarmed stance you took, your fight-or-flight was going to kick in. He took another step towards you, hands raised in surrender. "We can keep you safe-" thats all it took for you to bolt as the boys began chasing you. Realistically, you knew you couldnt escape them but something about their intensely concerned calls for your name had you jumping out of the window.

Glass shattered and sharp shards embedded themselves in your skin and feet, but you didnt react to them. No, your brain wasnt screaming in pain, it was screaming for you to get out!

Adrenaline pumped you to run into the dark woods surrounding the mansion, but you were soon knocked to the ground by Dick, who cushioned your fall by placing you on top of him as his hands wrapped around your form like a cage. "Y/n, calm down and listen-"

You began thrashing in his arms, screaming in agony. "Let ME GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME-!" Dick's arms loosened instinctively and you took that as a chance to elbow him in the throat and run, thanking some deity for letting Dick forget that you cant feel pain.

But your relief is short lived as Damian catches you and pushes you to the ground harshly. "Damian! Be careful! She could break a bone-"

"Bones can heal, Drake." Damian barked back, pulling you up before he pushed you against tree. "Let me go, you maniac-" Damian's hand clamped around your throat, making you shut up. "You're the one who's a maniac. Look at you! You've fucking hurt yourself because if your astounding stupidity!"

You whimpered, clawing at his hand wrapped around your throat. "Dami- p-please let go- you're hurting me!" You cried out, but your eyes went wide as he squeezed your throat and bared his teeth at you. "Not falling for it, dumbass." So... fooling Damian wasnt as easy a feat as it was fooling Dick.

You stopped the act and looked at him dead serious. "Let me go, Damian, or-"

"Or what?"

Or what? Or what? Did he think you were out of options? Out of escape plans?

You dont know why, but that triggered something inside you.

Damian and Tim could only watch as you suddenly slammed the back of your head against the tree. "Y/n-" He gasped in horror as you leaned your head forward before slamming it back against the hard rough surface. This time, Damian's hand that was wrapped around your neck felt your blood around his fingers.

"Its my life and I get to decide how I should live it." You sneered before raising your head again to bash it, but Damian's hand quickly slipped from your neck to the back of your head, cushioning it when you smacked it back, the skin on the back of his hand breaking as it made contact with the bark.

You pushed him away and tried to make a run for it, but Tim grabbed your wrist. You tried to pull away, but he had a death grip on it. "Y/n, stop! You need to listen-"

"Oh is that so? I think I need this." You used your other hand to punch yourself in the face (because Tim would've dodged it if you punched him), making your nose bleed. But you didnt feel any pain, and now you were acting like a super soldier zombie that has no concept of self preservation who is going through fucked up lengths to prove her point.

Your eyes caught the sight of a glass shard poking out of your thigh. "Wanna see something cool?" You pulled out the shard, not paying mind to the blood oozing out. "Y/n, stop-" Tim begged, and you saw Damian froze in the back as you raised the shard.

They didnt know what your next target was- slashing your wrists, slitting your throat, or stabbing your stomach, but fortunately, they didnt have to find out as Jason came up behind you and injected you with a tranquilliser.

Sadly, you never felt the prick or sensed the hero sneaking up behind you.

thoughts? also, what other diseases would u guys like me to write for. i just adore these cool medical abnormalities lol

[teaboot]

I love your post about being a security guard. Would you please tell us about some of the cool people you meet at work?

Ooooh I can do that!

One time on foot patrol I got called to talk to a guy who had his pet off-leash, right? And there's a pretty big road nearby, and some restaurants, so I head over to see if I can convince him to leash what I believe to be his dog before it runs into a diner or humps the wrong leg or gets clipped or whatever

But I get there. And I see the guy, he's exactly as described, but there's no dog nearby so I'm kinda confused

But then I see his parrot

And I'm trying to keep a straight face when I get there but I'm in uniform and he sees me and stops and the three of us (me, him, parrot) kind of just stare at each other

And I dont know what to say, I have not been trained for this, and I'm trying to figure out if this is even a problem or not, so I just tell the guy, "I'm gonna be real with you man, this is a new one for me".

And to his credit the dude was actually very kind and polite, introduced me to the bird and all. Little fella made some *frighteningly intelligent* eye contact with me the whole time, of course.

Anyways it turns out the bird was about sixteen years old and smarter than me, so I told them they were both above my pay grade and were good to go as long as they didn't go into any eating establishments, since technically it'd be a contamination risk.

VERY cool afternoon.

Also another time a very cheerful woman claimed she could read auras and told me mine was yellow, and I got to tell her that yellow was my favourite colour, which was cool!

And one night I was on mall duty and I found six teenagers all crammed into one of those 25-cent kiddie rides shaped like a school bus, which was hilarious, but I had to tell 'em "I am so sorry, this is the best thing I've seen all day, but I do need yall outta there, I love you all" (the ride things have weight limits and break down constantly, it's a pain in the ass.)

Aw shit, this other time I found two teen boys pushing each other in a shopping cart- and they were having such a great time, I felt so bad, it's exactly the kind of shit my brothers would do- and I think that one was like "sorry guys, liabilities, do it where I can't see you".

And this one probably shouldn't be funny but there was this guy with a bike, right? Belligerent, abusive towards staff, falling-down drunk, you know? And I was supposed to get him out of the building, but instead when I asked him to make his way out he jumped onto the bike and started riding around me in circles shouting "WHORE! WHORE! WHOOOOOOOORE!"

Same guy, the day that I first met him, he was peeing at a payphone- I asked him for his name and he straightened up, put his shoulders back, and said with all confidence, "My name is Donald Finkley and I take it up the butt!"

His name was not Donald Finkley. The real Donald Finkley was someone he just didn't like very much

[thelov3lybookworm]

Soon, My Love.

Summary: Eris never thought he would be much of a poet, but being with Y/n has proved him wrong.

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Word Count: 1845

Warnings: hints of beron being a meanie, curse words ig, uhh and a beaten up eris :( uhhh also its kinda cheesy ngl lmaoo

A/n: yall these two are adorable i cant omg 🥺 again, ily all soo much for everything🥹

anyways, enjoy!

P.S BERRY ILY THANK YOU FOR HELPING ME AND LETTING ME YAP (yes i will say this in every days post leave me alone)

p.p.s: this is again based on an indian song....

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It was one of those days again. The high lord was mad again, and his eldest son had once again been dragged to the dungeon.

No one talked about why he was taken to the dungeon so often, nor did anyone question why he always ended up locked in his quarters with healers at hand for days after.

But everyone knew why.

He was beaten.

Like some training dummy, he was always dragged to the dungeon by his father to be beaten to a pulp, within an inch of death before being tossed back to his rooms.

No one was allowed to enter his chambers after these beating sessions, but being a maid, Y/n was let in to clean his room.

Being a maid, she was underestimated. After all, what would a lowly servant do? Heal the wounds faster? Give him the things he was deprived of? Love and comfort?

Yes, yes she would.

He had been summoned by the high lord a few hours before, so Y/n knew it was time for her to go check up on her lover.

She had heard through some of the older servants that Eris had been taken to his room moments prior, and that the healer seemed more calm than usual. It in turn calmed Y/n, knowing Eris’s condition was probably better than any of his previous beatings.

Broom in hand, she scurried through the winding corridors, her head hanging, her shoulders curved inwards as she knocked on his chamber doors. The door swung open, and the healer's assistant let Y/n in. Quietly, she began her work, trying to peek into the bedchambers.

She was rewarded.

He was naked from the waist up, bruises littering his torso, decorating his face. It made Y/n’s heart thud in pain, watching him hurt. But this was still better than him being covered in blood, unable to move without assistance.

"My lord, are you sure you don’t want me to heal-"

"Are you deaf, Wood?"

The healer’s mouth shut with an audible click, and moments later, he was shuffling out of the bedroom into the sitting area, his assistant hot on his heels as they left, closing the door behind them.

Y/n released a sigh, then leaned the broom against the closest wall before she entered Eris’s bedchamber.

His eyes met her, instantly lighting up, a barely noticeable tilt to his lips.

"How are you?"

He shrugged like she was asking him about the weather and not his health. "Been through worse."

She gave him a stern look. "Can you never answer like a normal person?"

"Am I a normal person?" She shook her head, tired of his antics as she stepped closer, now within touching distance. "Then I suppose I can’t."

Y/n sighed, eyeing the healing bruises on his face, under his eyes, on his jaw, his cheeks.

Her hands were shaking, but she tried to force them to still as she reached up, gingerly touching the black-blue spots.

He hissed, and she jerked back, tears in her eyes.

"Does it hurt?" She whispered, vision blurring.

"I told you, Y/n, I’ve been through worse. I’ll survive-"

"But I won’t!"

He leaned back like he’d been slapped, his eyes fixed on her. She huffed, angrily swiping at her cheeks, cursing the damned tears that rolled down the expanse of skin.

She cursed herself for already crying.

"How long, Eris? When is he going to stop?"

Eris swallowed. "My love, It’s not that easy to kill him-"

"I know that, Eris. But I can't see you getting hurt every other day. Can’t see you get beat over nothing. I- I just can’t."

Y/n sniffled, her hands roving over the multiple bruises on his torso, avoiding his gaze.

"Y/n." His fingers reached up to cup her jaw, lifting her head, the other one reaching out to grab one of her shaking hands. "I know, my heart. I know it pains you to see me hurt, but there is nothing I can do by myself. I have to wait for my allies to formulate their plan, so I can have aid-"

"And when are they going to be done formulating their plan?"

The vanserra sighed, shaking his head. "They say they are planning, and as much as I wish to ask them how long it is going to take, I cannot rush them."

Y/n glared at her secret lover. "I swear to the mother if they don’t get that bastard to his designated hell soon, I will."

Slowly, a grin spread across his inviting lips, and Y/n surged forward, burying her head in the crook of his neck. "I want you to be happy, Eris. I just want you to live freely, without worrying whether breathing a little too loud will get you in trouble."

"I know, sweetheart, I know."

He pulled her closer. As close as he could while sitting on the table, his legs swinging as she stood between them.

Eris pressed his lips to the crown of her head, sighing.

"Soon, my love, soon."

She nodded against his skin, closing her eyes.

"And when he’s gone, I can finally let the whole world know I belong to you." He teased, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/n giggled in response, pulling away as she slapped his chest. She met his gaze, the warmth, the happiness in them warming her insides.

Even the sight of him simply smiling brought her indescribable happiness. She did not know what she would do when he actually found the happiness he deserved, without restraints.

Watching him now, she was reminded of the lines in a poem she had once read in a book when she was younger, the book as worn and loved as the lines were to her.

I laugh when you sing,

I cry when you wither away,

I get drenched in the shower of your love, my love.

She had not understood how someone else’s emotions could affect the other’s happiness so much, but now as she stared at those eyes she could hardly breathe without, she understood.

She used to think being in love would be like finding yourself someone to come home to. Someone to kiss and hug and live with.

But oh how wrong she was.

Love was so much more than that.

It was having someone to tend to your wounds, someone who would do everything for you just to see that flash of happiness in your eyes.

It was waking up to a warm world on the coldest winter night, it was the first sun after long days of rain, it was the first spring flowers after a long desolate season of grey.

It was knowing that your heart, mind and soul no longer belonged just to you, and still being happy to share yourself with someone else for the sole reason that you trusted this other being.

It was knowing happiness after a lifetime of suffering, it was peace after a century of restlessness.

It was hugging Eris, giggling after long days of sobbing together.

Soon, he had said.

"I’ll go now, or someone is bound to come looking."

Eris’s mood instantly soured. He grumbled under his breath, but Y/n only laughed, standing on her tiptoes as she pressed her lips to his cheek.

"I’ll see you later, hmm?"

He nodded, his sad eyes following her back, his lingering gaze like a soft caress as she closed the door behind her.

Soon.

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Everything stopped in a moment,

When you held my hand with yours .

I shall follow wherever you are going.

You’re always by my side when I look,

I am the season and you’re the breeze, Sweetheart.

Eris smiled, leaning back as he surveyed his work. He had always been much of a literature freak, but he had never thought his love for reading poems would then turn him into a poet too. He could write poetry, sure, but he had never had the desperate urge to.

But maybe that’s what love does to a person.

Ever since he’d met the shy little baker on the outskirts of town, he had begun writing poetry in hopes it would help him decipher the unknown beating of his heart, the different rhythm he had never experienced before, the unnatural warmth that made his whole body tingle every time she even blinked his way.

Of course, he had been right in that it helped him understand what this feeling was.

He just didn’t think he would be in love when he started.

You gave me all the colours of love,

And pulled me towards yourself,

Let’s get lost somewhere,

Where the time shall stop forever,

And tomorrow never comes, Sweetheart.

The day he had confessed his love- however unexpected- had been the happiest day in his life.

He’d had a nightmare that morning, of Beron finding out about the bakery his son had been frequenting a little too much for it to be considered normal. He had jerked up in his bed, panting and trying to hold back his sobs.

He had decided then that he would have to either stop visiting without letting her know his feelings, or he would have to stop visiting after confessing his feelings.

He knew which he preferred.

So he had gone to a jeweller early in the morning, picked two rings, and then ran to the quaint little building.

Y/n had been surprised when he had shown up to her doorstep, huffing as he begged her to follow him to the nearby forest because he wanted to talk, but after a lot of pleading, she had agreed.

That day, he had asked her to marry him. He had slipped the ring onto her finger, and then told her he would have to stop meeting her because it would then put her life in danger.

The next week, as he was strolling through the palace lawn, he had spied a new maid.

He had been over the moon that day, catching himself smiling at times when no one was present.

That day, Eris had made a vow to himself.

If you want, I’ll give you a million dreams,

If you’re happy then so am I

And as he had watched her leave, just a few hours prior, he had decided that maybe, rushing his allies would not be too bad.

Fuck waiting, he was tired of watching her eyes flash with sadness everytime he had to tell her that she would have to continue watching him get tortured every time his father threw a temper tantrum.

So he had written a letter just after she left, telling Rhysand to, basically, get his shit together or their deal was off.

If they wouldn’t help him kill his bastard of a father, then he would do it himself, consequences be damned.

He had promised himself that he would do anything to make her happy, and so he would.

Even if it forced him to choke his father to death.

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Writemas Day Five!

let’s get into it!

the prompts for today!

and here are the ones I used:

The whispers of the wind

“What have you done?”

Sobbing

His smile was beautifully wicked

The sting of heartbreak

hope yall enjoy!

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The wind whispered through the cracks in the walls, rippling the puddles of various liquids that littered the floor. A man, bound and gagged in a chair at the center, shuffled in discomfort at the ropes chafing his wrists, the pinch of hunger that he’d grown used to over the week, and the ache in his legs from sitting for so long. He downright moaned in pain at the bruises and cuts all over his body, and simply wished to pass out for the pain to stop. He couldn’t do that for long, though, so he took to telling himself random facts to stay awake. ‘Your name is Aydin, the sky is blue, there is a puddle to your left, the doorknob is jiggling—wait, what?’

Suddenly the door opened, creaking on rusty hinges. In walked another man, this one with eyes paler than ice, hair darker than midnight, and a freshly pressed Azari uniform, so unlike the one the bound man wore.

Aydin looked up, blood dripping from his nose. The two men’s eyes met, and Aydin surprised a shiver when the new man grinned and ripped off the gag.

“What do you want?” he managed, almost coughing with how dry his throat was. He braced for a backhand to the face—it was what he’d come to expect these past few days for speaking out of line, though he didn’t know why—but it never came.

“Well, you know what I want, Derava,” the man started, eyes flicking over Aydin’s scowl when he called him by his surname. “And you should call me by my title, you know? Or are you too stupid to do so?”

“I told you, I know nothing! Why would I? I don’t even know what the Nikasa is,” he retaliated. “And I won’t be calling you by any name other than ‘motherfu’—”

This time a backhand did come, and Aydin fought the urge to spit the blood in his mouth at the man. Instead he glared, eyes burning with hatred.

“It is Sir Santhuff to you, maggot. You know what I want,” the captor repeated, rubbing his hand with annoyance, “but today I think we need a small change in routine. Oh, now don’t look at me like that, Derava,” he added when his eyes met Aydin’s, “this’ll be entertaining for the both of us. Or rather, the three of us.“ Sir Santhuff faced the door and motioned to someone beyond it.

Aydin looked past him to see a figure clad in all black, save for the small star badge on her shoulder—‘A rookie, by the looks of it’—stood in the doorway, eyes widening as her gaze traveled all over the room. When she caught sight of Aydin, he almost felt bad for the kid. Her face could only be described with horror.

Horror was what gripped him when she entered the room and he could see his old pupil clearly.

“Why is she here?” Aydin spat, glowering at Santhuff. “Kaiden, leave. Get out, now!”

Santhuff ignored him, looking towards Kaiden, who had frozen. His smile was cruel, so cruel, and strangely beautiful. Beautifully wicked, that is. It only expanded more as the rookie started to speak.

“What…what have you done…?” she managed to eke out. Despite her fear, or repulsion, she still kept a solid stance. Aydin appreciated that—at least she remembered something he taught her.

Santhuff’s smile still hadn’t wavered. He made his way towards her, and Aydin saw her flinch ever so slightly. “You remember what I said about special training, no?”

Kaiden nodded, eyes still fixed on Aydin.

“Then this—” he waved a hand to Aydin, “—is your test. Prove to me that you deserve my time and effort, and they are yours.”

Kaiden stood like a statue, unmoving. It almost surprised Aydin to hear her voice. “What do I do…?”

“I’m glad you asked. Take this.” He gave her a small blade and closed her fingers around it. “Get rid of our traitor here.”

Aydin was much too stunned to speak. There was no way he, a simple swordsmanship instructor for the Azari, would be called a traitor under normal conditions. Was that why he was being kept here? Starved, beaten, tired? For something he didn’t even do?

Kaiden seemed to think this too, as she took a breath and turned to look Santhuff in the eye. “Instructor Derava couldn’t have done anything! He’s an Azari, isn’t he?” She motioned to Aydin’s tattered and bloody uniform.

The smile dropped from Santhuff’s face as he shoved her forward, deeper into the room. “That,” he spat, jabbing a finger at Aydin, “is no friend of ours. And you,” his finger made its way to Kaiden, “will follow the same fate if you do not comply. Understood?”

Kaiden stayed still. ‘What is she thinking?!’ Aydin thought. The First Justice never went back on his word. She’d die right here.

After what felt like hours, Santhuff caved. He pulled Kaiden out of the room for a moment, and all was silent as Aydin gave his final prayers to whatever deity would listen.

~~~

When Kaiden entered the room again, Aydin knew he was done for. A darkness clouded her eyes, and something else… though he could not tell what.

The room was pitch black—perhaps as a mercy to the future murderer—but Aydin closed his eyes anyway. He could still hear though, and the last thing he felt was the sting of heartbreak.

She was sobbing as she killed him.

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DEMON  SLAYER PT.3 

note: this is very short, im sorry but i have been really busy! school and stuff. but if yall want me to contiune, just say it in the comments!! Love you guys!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A few months had passed since that harrowing night, and life within the Demon Slayer Corps had shifted for (Y/N). Her hands, once so integral to her strength and skill as a Hashira, were now numb, the nerves damaged beyond repair by the boiling water she had poured over them. The once vibrant warrior was now a shadow of herself, burdened by the consequences of her actions. 

The physical pain had subsided, replaced by a persistent numbness that served as a constant reminder of her despair. Yet, it was the emotional pain that weighed most heavily on her, a crushing sense of guilt and isolation that refused to let go. The Corps had granted her a leave of absence, a "break" they called it, though it felt more like an exile. She was no longer fighting on the front lines, no longer training with the others, no longer a part of the life she had once known. 

The days blurred together in a monotonous routine of rest and reflection. She spent her time in solitude, avoiding the others as much as possible. The once proud and fierce Hashira now found herself in a place of deep introspection, haunted by the choices she had made and the impact they had on her future. 

Despite the break, (Y/N) was not completely alone. Kagaya visited her often, his presence a constant reminder that she was still part of the Ubuyashiki family, despite her self-imposed isolation. His visits were quiet and gentle, filled with words of comfort and understanding, though they did little to ease the ache in her heart. 

"You're still needed," Kagaya had told her during one of his visits. "The Corps is not complete without you, (Y/N). But you must heal, both physically and emotionally. Take this time to find your strength again, in whatever form it may take." 

But even with his encouragement, (Y/N) struggled to find her place. Her hands, once so skilled with a sword, were now clumsy and unresponsive. The numbness made it impossible to feel the hilt of a blade, to grasp it with the strength and precision that had once defined her as a Hashira. The thought of returning to the battlefield seemed impossible, a dream that had been shattered the moment she had let that boiling water sear her skin. 

Dinner with the Ubuyashiki family had become an event filled with a mixture of comfort and quiet tension for (Y/N). The warmth of being surrounded by those who cared for her was undeniable, but it was also a painful reminder of the role she could no longer fulfill. The once skilled and formidable warrior now felt awkward and out of place, her hands betraying her in even the simplest of tasks. 

As they sat around the table, the younger siblings chatted cheerfully, their innocent laughter a soothing balm to the otherwise heavy atmosphere. Kagaya and Amane exchanged gentle smiles, their presence a calming influence over the household. Despite the love and acceptance that filled the room, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling of inadequacy that gnawed at her. 

“Big sister,” her younger brothers piped up, his voice full of trust and affection, “can you fill my cup with water, please?” 

(Y/N) nodded, forcing a smile as she reached for the jug. The simple request should have been easy to fulfill, something she had done countless times before without a second thought. But as she wrapped her numb fingers around the handle, the weight of the jug felt foreign and unstable in her grip. 

She tried to pour the water, her movements careful and deliberate, but her hands trembled uncontrollably. The numbness made it impossible to gauge the weight properly or to feel the coolness of the water against her skin. The liquid splashed over the rim of the cup, spilling across the table and onto her brother’s lap. 

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone at the table froze, watching the water pool and drip off the edge. (Y/N)’s heart sank, a wave of embarrassment and frustration crashing over her. She quickly withdrew her hands, staring at them with a mix of anger and despair. 

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice shaky as she struggled to maintain her composure. “I didn’t mean to…” 

But before she could finish, her younger brother reached out, grabbing her hand with his small, warm fingers. “It’s okay, big sister,” he said with a reassuring smile. “It was just an accident. Don’t worry about it.” 

His words were meant to comfort, but they only deepened the ache in her chest. (Y/N) felt the weight of her failure even more acutely in that moment—her inability to perform even the simplest tasks, the loss of the strength and control she had once taken for granted. 

Kagaya, who had been quietly observing the exchange, reached over and gently placed his hand on hers. His touch was calm, his expression filled with understanding. “(Y/N), it’s alright,” he said softly. (Y/N) forced a smile and nodded in response to Kagaya’s comforting words, but the tightness in her chest didn’t ease.  

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on her, their concern like a heavy cloak she couldn’t shake off. 

“I… I think I need some air,” she said, excusing herself from the table. “I’ll be back in a little while.” 

Without waiting for a response, she stood and quietly slipped out of the room, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the warmth she had just left behind. She walked aimlessly at first, letting the breeze wash over her as she tried to clear her mind. Her feet eventually led her to a familiar path, one that wound its way through the trees to the training grounds where she had once spent countless hours honing her skills. 

The sight of the open space brought a flood of memories, both comforting and painful. She remembered the days when her body moved with precision and strength, every swing of her blade confident and powerful. It felt like a lifetime ago. Now, she stood on the same ground, but everything felt different. 

Drawn by a deep, almost desperate need to reconnect with that part of herself, (Y/N) approached the weapon rack where a row of bamboo practice swords stood. She hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grasping one of the swords. The wood was smooth and familiar in her grip, but the connection she once felt was gone. Her hands, still numb and weak, struggled to hold it properly. 

Stepping into the center of the training area, (Y/N) assumed a basic stance, her feet planted firmly on the ground. She tried to recall the movements that had once come so easily, but as she swung the sword, it felt clumsy and uncoordinated. The blade sliced through the air with none of the force or precision she had once commanded. 

Frustration surged within her as she tried again, and again, each attempt more desperate than the last. But no matter how hard she tried, the sword wouldn’t obey her. Her muscles ached from the effort, and the numbness in her hands made it impossible to maintain a proper grip. The bamboo sword seemed to mock her, refusing to yield even the slightest bit of damage to the air around her. 

Panting from the exertion, (Y/N) finally stopped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. The sword hung limply at her side as she stared at the ground, her vision blurring with unshed tears. The realization that she was no longer the warrior she once was hit her with brutal clarity. As (Y/N) stood there, panting and defeated, she felt a familiar presence approaching. The sound of footsteps on the gravel was unmistakable, and when she looked up, she saw Kyojuro Rengoku standing at the edge of the training grounds, his usual bright smile replaced with a concerned frown. 

"(Y/N)," Rengoku called out gently, taking a few cautious steps toward her. "I saw you leave the house. Are you alright?" 

She stiffened at his words, her anger flaring up before she could control it. The last thing she wanted was pity, especially from someone like Rengoku, who always seemed so strong, so unbreakable. His concern felt like salt in the wound, a reminder of everything she had lost. 

"I'm fine," she snapped, her voice harsher than she intended. "I don't need you or anyone else checking up on me. Just leave me alone." 

Rengoku halted, his brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm not here to judge you or to pity you, (Y/N). I just—" 

"I said leave me alone!" she interrupted, her tone edged with bitterness. The anger bubbling up inside her was uncontrollable, born from the frustration of her helplessness and the fear that she was truly lost. "You think you understand, Rengoku? You don't. None of you do. You've all got your strength, your purpose. I have nothing!" 

Rengoku's expression softened, but the sadness in his eyes only fueled her anger further. She couldn't stand the way he was looking at her, like she was some fragile thing in need of protection. It was a far cry from the respect she had once commanded as a fellow Hashira. 

"You're wrong," Rengoku said calmly, though his voice held a firm resolve. "You are more than your sword, (Y/N). You’re still needed, still valued. You don’t have to carry this burden alone." 

But (Y/N) couldn't hear him. Her mind was too clouded with pain and resentment. "Stop pretending like you care!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "You're just like the others. You see me as a failure, as someone who doesn’t belong anymore. I’m just a burden to all of you!" 

Rengoku's eyes widened, and he took a step closer, but she recoiled, backing away from him as if his presence alone was too much to bear. "You don’t know what it’s like," she continued, her voice trembling with the weight of her emotions. "To lose everything that ever mattered, to be left with nothing but scars and broken dreams." 

Rengoku remained silent, his face a mix of sorrow and understanding. He didn't argue or try to refute her words. Instead, he simply stood there, offering his presence as a silent support, but to (Y/N), it felt like another reminder of how far she had fallen. 

"I don't need you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I don’t need any of you." Before she could take another step back, Rengoku moved swiftly and without hesitation, wrapping his strong arms around (Y/N). The warmth of his embrace was unexpected, and for a moment, she froze, stunned by the sudden contact. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek, a stark contrast to the storm raging within her. 

“I’m here, (Y/N),” Rengoku whispered, his voice gentle but firm. “You don’t have to go through this alone.” 

The walls she had built around herself, brick by brick, began to crumble. All the pain, anger, and fear she had kept buried deep within her erupted to the surface. The numbness in her hands, the frustration of her helplessness, the overwhelming sense of loss—it all came crashing down like a tidal wave. 

Before she could stop herself, she broke down, her body trembling as the sobs she had tried so hard to suppress finally escaped her. She clung to Rengoku, her fingers gripping the fabric of his haori as if he were the only thing keeping her from drowning in her sorrow. 

Tears streamed down her face, soaking into Rengoku’s shoulder as he held her tightly, offering the support she had so desperately needed but had been too afraid to ask for. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to offer empty words of comfort. He simply held her, letting her release all the pain she had been carrying for so long. 

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, (Y/N) allowed herself to be vulnerable, to let someone else shoulder the weight of her grief. And in Rengoku’s arms, she found a small glimmer of solace amidst the darkness that had consumed her. 

Rengoku continued to hold her, his embrace unwavering as she sobbed into his shoulder. His hands moved gently, one softly patting her back in a rhythmic, soothing motion, while the other cradled the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair with a tenderness that spoke louder than any words ever could. 

He understood that she needed this moment to let go, to release the pent-up anguish that had been tearing her apart from the inside. There was no rush, no urgency to pull away or to speak. Rengoku knew that sometimes, the most profound comfort came from simply being present, from offering silent support in the face of overwhelming pain. 

As (Y/N) continued to cry, her sobs gradually began to quiet, her body still trembling but slowly calming under the steady reassurance of his touch. Rengoku didn’t move, didn’t break the embrace, allowing her to take all the time she needed to find her way back from the edge of despair.  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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[bippiti]

of rubies and garnet

where overhearing something you shouldn't have has interesting side effects

wc 1.4k

pairing gen narumi x afab vc reader

heads up smut, cunnilingus, kinda angst but not too crazy, kn8 typical gore and violence

an first kn8 req! tried using actual capitalization (dk how to feel ab it) lmk how yall like it and as always likes and rbs are appreciated <3

“Well it’s not like she's gonna be my girlfriend for much longer”

It took 12 words to have your whole world crashing down

Was it something you had done?

Did he hate you?

Why?

Why now?

Why would he do this? 

You took two steps back, turning around and running, hoping the speed would stop the tears streaming down your face

Spoiler Alert: It didn’t. After getting into an empty room and locking yourself in, you slid down the door, sobs racking your body. 

How did it end up this way?

You thought back to when you both first met, the day you started the second phase of training. Having worked part time to clean up kaiju, you had become familiar with the process, and began quickly. You were the quickest to finish, offering help to others but most being too egotistical to accept it. Gen was different though, he accepted it gratefully, observing you as you worked and helping where he could. 

After the exam was finished, you both had become officers. He found you after the ceremony, thanking you for the help. He equated the way you worked to fighting a boss on his bs4. You had laughed at that, admitting you didnt know much about games

“Well, would you like to?”

“Like to..?”

“Learn about games”

“Sure why not”

After that, it was history. You both got together shortly after, and while you don’t have a gaming addiction like he does, you still play when you can. You were going to get him so that he could watch you kill a boss that had taken him 4 hours to beat. That was until you heard him saying that he was going to break up with you

You felt that pain in your heart again, wiping the tears away you shook your head. Before you could fully snap out of it Alarms started to ring. You got suited up quickly while being briefed on the honju, it’s fortitude was only 6.3.You needed to blow off steam, so you told the analyst that you could handle it on your own. 

That was your second mistake of the day

The honju had been fine, easy even. You had only messed up once or twice, but you had subjugated it in under an hour. You were giving an update back to the second, and then the ground beneath your feet began to shake. Slowly the kaiju in front of you began to connect itself together, and you saw a new core begin to form from the ground. How? This shouldn’t be happening

Before you could update the control a shaky voice yelled into your right ear

“New Kaiju detected, fortitude 7.8, are you sure you dont want Narumi or Jura to help you?”

You clenched your jaw hearing Narumis name, anger and irritation began to flow through your veins

“I’ll be fine”

“Are you sure? You just went up against one Honju, I know youre the vice captain but everyone has limits-”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry”

The kaiju in front of you began to take form, it was almost slug like, the residue it was secreating was melting the ground it stood on. Breathing in you pulled out your blade once more, using the fifth form, tempest barrage, you began to harness energy, wind bending around you as you began to fight your way to its core

Once you had slashed, you felt your leg burning. Looking down you saw white

That couldn’t be right? You tried focusing your eyes, and you felt vomit rise in your mouth as you looked to your leg

You could barely call it that, the acid from the kaiju had landed on your leg, and had eaten away to your very bone.

Your head began to spin and soon enough you were on the ground.

-

As you opened your eyes you expected to be in pain, but you didn’t feel anything. Remembering what had happened, you went to grab your leg, pushing the sheets back from the hospital bed you had been in. Your skin was intact, but there was jagged lines over where the acid had touched you. 

You flinched, hearing something drop. Looking up you made eye contact with none other than Gen. You paled and he paused before running to you. He quickly rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. 

This was cruel, really cruel. How could he act like he still cated after what he had done. You felt your eyes well up with tears again and you blamed it on whatever meds that you had been administered. You began to cry into his chest, he brought you even closer. His hands began to run through your hair, and he dres spirals into your back

“How can you- how can you just act like everythings fine?” you said through your crying

He pulled you out of his arms and looked at you confused

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard you talking to Jura that you wanted to break up with me. You don’t have to pretend anymore” you mumbled out weakly

He stared at you in shock for a second before closing his eyes. Saying nothing he left the room

Well that was it. Your life is officially over. Literally what was that

Before you could find a creative way to hang yourself with your iv, he was back. Looking away you said lowly that you didnt wanna see him.

“You idiot I wasn’t breaking up with you”

This made you turn around. “Then why else wouldn’t I be your girlfriend anymore?”

“Because,” He knelt down to one knee and your eyes widened

“I want you to be my wife”

He pulled out a ring, it was beautiful. Staring down at it brought you back to one of your gaming sessions

You had been playing a sim game, and you got to design everything your sim wore, her clothes, even her jewerly. And when she was engaged to another sim, you used that to create the “perfect” ring of your dreams. It was ruby and garnet, wrapped around a gold band.

Looking at it, it was almost the same as the one you had created. Once again your eyes welled up with tears, and you nodded vehemently before he gently put it on your finger. Bringing him closer you hugged him again, and pulled him into a deep kiss. Slowly he began to push you down onto the bed. His arms caged around you as he moved from kissing your lips to your cheek, then your jaw.

Working his way down your body he left a trail of small bruises. It was a welcomed pain, and he continued down your hip, reaching further. He stopped once he got to your leg. Tracing the ringed scar that you had recently gotten. Shivering at the sensation he looked back to you and almost moaned at the sight. 

You were beautiful, always have been, byt right now even beautiful couldnt describe you. You were ethereal, you were god-like, and he intended on worshipping you the way that you deserve. 

He quickly brought himself closer to your core, gently pushing your panties away before letting out a warm breath. You mewled at the feeling of his tongue wrapping around your clit, hands pushing your legs up and in, closer to him. He had a vice-grip on you and you couldn’t help but to moan out his name.

Smirking into you, he began to trace his digits around your lips, gathering slick before pushing one inside. You felt your back arch as he began to pick up the face, curling his fingers. One became two and two became three. Before you knew it, your legs were shaking and that all too familiar know was threatening to burst in your stomach. It took one movement of his fingers before you felt yourself releasing. And when you opened one eye too look down at him you were shocked to see his face almost covered wholly by your cum. You felt wetness settle onto your legs and the sheets, and your face burned. You had just squirted for the first time

“Well that was new”

“Shut up I don’t wanna hear anything form you”

“I wanna make you do it again”

Pulling you back towards him, he kissed you. You could taste the your salty release on his tongue and you moaned

It was gonna be a long night

[mynameismisty]

TOO LATE| RAIDENXFEM!READER

(Btw i really like this banner thingy)

☆SUMMARY: You wish Raiden would look at you like that.

☆ORIGIN: Angst because i thought about that one scene in MLB also im sticking w the fact that in story mode raiden has a crush on kitana

☆SIDENOTE: no guys this isnt a continuation of Just The Small Things, i aint hurting yall like that LOL

(This isnt proofread because i made this at like midnight and i need sleep)

pt 2 here

You saw how he looked at her, you saw how smitten he seemed, and you saw how much love he had for her.

It hurt you to no end. Painful to see how he admired her, even more painful to watch as Kitana slowly warmed up to him and seemed to have the feeling mutual.

She shared laughs with Raiden and flirted with him too. And she hadn't even known Raiden for that long either.

It made your blood boil, angry, frustrated. But mostly heartbroken, extremely heartbroken.

You had known Raiden for so long, since you were children. Madam Bo was your aunt grandma and trained you beside Raiden and Kung Lao, whom you became friends with.

Emphasizing friends, that's what you all seemed to be to Raiden. A friend. A close friend. Someone he could share his thoughts to. Someone he could confide in. Someone he could trust.

Your heartbeat sped up after he had a late night conversation with you under the stars, confessing he had feelings for this girl. Was it you? This girl was good at fighting. This girl had black hair. This girl loved to wear blue, and the more and more he told you about this mystery crush, the more and more it seemed further from you. And the way he described her. He loved her. He really did.

It seemed like the universe hated you for some reason.

But you were shook from your thoughts after Kung Lao tapped your shoulder, looking at him you saw that he was sitting next to you on the bench you were on.

"Is there something wrong, Y/N? You were deep into your thoughts, y'know."

"Lao, I- I was just thinking about someone."

"Raiden, isn't it?"

And the silence seemed so loud. You stared at him, shocked, confused, astonished.

"How do you-"

"I read how you look at him, the way you redden when you see him, the things you'd do for him. I might be seen as nosy but come on, Y/N! You know he likes someone else, right?"

"Of course I know!" You yelled, tears building up in your eyes. "He's so smitten for her! So fucking smitten! And for what? They haven't known eachother that long!" Tears flowed from your eyes now. "I know, Lao! I definitely know!"

He seemed quiet as you turned away and put your face in your hands.

"C'mere." Kung Lao said as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started to wipe away your tears with it. "You know, it's really now or never. Tell him how you feel so it isn't hurting you like this. I hate when I see you cry." he spoke the last part into a whisper hoping you didn't hear it and was caressing your cheek and wiping your tears away.

So you nodded, you stood up, with all your heart, thanked Kung Lao and ran to find Raiden.

Only to forget Kung Lao's words when you saw Raiden holding a boquet of blue roses and seemed suprised when you were behind him. So he was finally asking her out.

"Y/N, I'm sorry to burden but- but do you think she'd like this? Actually maybe just another time-" Raiden babbled, flushing a shade of red and having a few sweat droplets on his forehead.

"Raiden."

He looked at you plainly, clearly taken from his thoughts.

"Ask her out now. Do it."

"But what if she doesn't like me? She might not have the feeling mutual and you don't even know he-"

"RAIDEN!" You bellowed, leaving him silent. "I want you to look at me the way you look at her! I want you to talk about me like you talk about her! I know who she is, Raiden. It's so obvious! I'd love if you'd court me like you do to her! So ask her out!" You were breathless after all the yelling you did.

"You...liked me?"

"Like, Raiden! Because I still do!"

"Why- why didn't you tell me?"

"What, so you can make fun of me?"

"No- I- I liked you too, Y/N. Back when we were in highschool."

"Wait- wait, what?"

"I always tried to get your attention. It didn't occur to me why you never noticed it. I just thought you saw me as a friend, but now..." his voice trailed off.

You sniffled. So it was really like this, huh? Was there an other option?

No.

The option left was for you to run, run outside his room, run out of his house and just keep running through the village. Not caring where you went, not caring who you bumped into.

So was it all really just wrong timing, right person.

So many thoughts seemed to circle your head.

Was he the right person? What if you did confess?

All thoughts simply lingered. Maybe in another universe you'd be loved by him.

Just maybe.

[f1nalboys]

Catch 22 - Bo Sinclair and Nick Jones

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader x Nick Jones

haiiii so heres the first of (hopefully) a few poly fics!!! bex (@bisexual-horror-fan) is currently running a little something called multi-may where for the month of may, every fic she posts will be polyam focused!!! i HAD to participate and what better way to do it than w stinky bo and stinky nick?? i hope yall enjoy the surprise of nick and the nasty sick little thing i wrote here for you &lt;3 PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS ON THIS ONE GUYS!

WORD COUNT: 2526

WARNINGS: nsfw, dub-con to be safe but reader is (sadly and not really happy about it) into it, poly!relationship, toxic relationships, reader and nick used to date before ambrose and now bo is in the mix, bo comes as his own warning and honestly in this one, so does nick! oral (amab receiving,) unprotected sex, spit-roasting, heavy degradation, light praise but it's really just to make the degradation hit harder, slight humiliation, blood, biting, sadism and slight masochism, toy usage, slight dumbification, training mention (aka bo trains nick to be as sadistic as him and they train you to be good for them.) reader is called pet/sugar/freak/a good little bitch/baby/a pretty dumb thing.

It was hard to think about how exactly you got here, squished between both men with an ache deep in your gut as their hands roamed your body. How long had it been since you and he had come to town? A few days? A few weeks? Months? You weren’t sure anymore. Time in the basement had all but stopped for you the moment you had gotten strapped to the chair and it was hard for you to even think about before, especially when what was happening now was so good.

“Like that, doncha?” Bo asks, grinding against your ass, his face nuzzled into your neck. You make a noise resembling an agreement and you can feel his laugh rumble in his chest. He’s still clothed and you wish he weren’t, you wish he were naked and doing this to you so that you could at least pretend it was more for his own pleasure than yours. “Yeah, I bet you do. Like having two sets of hands on you, don’t you, my greedy little pet?”

He’s right, you do, and you hate that you do. You hate how much you’re loving this, having four hands grabbing and groping and pulling at you however they please. “They do love it,” Nick’s voice is in front of you and his forehead is pressed against your own. You blink, getting rid of the haze that had begun to collect in the edges of your vision, and are met with his icy stare. He resembled Bo here, a sharp stare with eyes that seemed to sparkle in a way that made your gut swim in both anxiety and lust. “Tell him, baby. Admit that you like when we treat you like this.”

You swallow thickly, your mouth dry. You nod and both men tsk at the same time, something you wish you could laugh at. You wish that their accidental synchronicity could ease your worries a bit, and could result in the briefest moments of normalcy. But their being in sync meant they were the same and that they had the same idea floating through their heads. Nick smiles at you, the corner of his lip curling upwards into a snarl. You’re sure Bo has a matching one.

“He told you to say it, sugar,” Bo’s grip on your hip tightens, grime-covered nails digging into your bare flesh, right over the last remnants of finger-print shaped bruises. It hurts but it was meant to. His touch was always meant to. Bo wanted the pain and pleasure to be uneven, coming in waves, making you crave the pain knowing that the sweeping and overwhelming end of the pleasure would come for you eventually. And god, did you crave that ‘eventually.’ “So… fuckin’ say it. Unless you want me to cut that tongue outta your mouth? Might do some good; you talk so goddamn much.”

“Yeah, but then how are we gonna let ‘em suck our cocks, Bo?” Nick asks, ignoring your squirming. You felt claustrophobic in between these two. Everything they did was almost too much, too intense and too rough and too hurried, but the thought of them leaving you after all this, aching for their touch, was enough to kill you. His voice was light as if he were discussing the weather with the other man and not about whether or not your tongue should be cut from your fucking mouth. “Wouldn’t you miss it, man? How warm and tight their throat is? So perfect…” 

Nick drags his hands down your neck as if he were imagining you on your knees for him then and there, taking his cock like you had done hundreds of times before, some before Bo but most after. Bo liked to watch, liked seeing how he brought this sick sadistic side of Nick out. You remember the first time they both used you, when Nick didn’t pay attention to your whimpers of pain as he pushed inside, how he seemed focused only on his own pleasure, looking at you only to call you a name that you had never seen pass his lips before, the same name Bo had called you before. Pet. Bo had been watching, directing, and had met your eye after the third round with a smile. “Seems he got the hang of it all, doncha think?”

Bo hums. They had been touching you everywhere except where you needed them and you were getting desperate and they knew you were too. It would be embarrassing if they hadn’t already trained you to enjoy it. “Guess you’re right. Maybe we can get one last good one in before we do it.” He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you yelp in pain, feeling the skin break underneath his teeth. He keeps biting for a moment longer just to hear your cries, just to smell the fear seep out of the wound before he pulls away. You look up at him, tears spilling down your cheeks, and he grins. Blood covers his teeth. 

You knew if given the chance - if given a reason - Bo would be more than happy to rip your throat out with his teeth, pull and tear the muscle from your body, feel the warm blood cover his mouth and the front of his shirt, savor the taste. When you look at Nick, his eyes are on the shallow wound of your shoulder and he swallows hard, eyes trained on the blood dripping from the mark. You wonder what would happen to him if you were gone. Nick and Bo didn’t seem to interact much unless you were involved. Would Bo kill him too? Would Nick even want to live?

The idea of the two of them moving on and finding someone new to replace you fills your gut with a slow-moving panic, one that you suppose is always there inside you, just under the surface. And then Nick is looking at you and you're taken back to before Ambrose, to the guy you had thought about marrying, to the late nights and soft kisses and praise that dripped from his tongue like honey. It’s all gone now. That Nick had died the moment Bo had met him and had seen himself inside, festering under Nick’s skin like an infection. Maybe that version of Nick never really existed at all.

The moment is gone and you’re back in the dusty house between the stranger and your lover and you don't know either one anymore.

“Please,” you say and both men stay silent, waiting for you to continue. Your voice sounds foreign to you now, thrown far behind you like a puppet on a string. “I wanna be good.” Nick smiles and again, for just a moment, it’s like you’re back home with him, but then the glint in his eye is back and you know you’re so very far from home even when you’re pressed against it. “I like when you both touch me.” Your face is hot at the admittance but you’re rewarded with a soft groan behind you as Bo finally loosens his grip. Your hip feels numb. “Please don’t stop.”

“See?” Bo coo’s in your ear, pulling away from you for a second to undo his belt. The sound is Pavlovian and you whimper, falling into Nick's arms, mouth filling with saliva, ass sticking out. Both men laugh at you but you can’t bother to care now. The dam holding back your panic from bubbling to the surface had broken and you were ready to cry, to beg, to do anything and everything they asked. “Was that so hard?”

His voice reminds you of what it was like to be scolded as a child and you feel a wave of humiliation wash over you as Nick cradles your head in his hands. He presses his fingers into your neck and you whimper, pain shooting down your spine. “Doing so good,” he says, kissing your forehead. Instead of comforting you, it does the opposite, sending goosebumps up your arms. You had been in this situation with the two of them countless times and you knew better than to let Nick's praise be just that. It was always a ploy, shielding the true reason behind his kind words and actions. “Gonna let us use you, aren’t you?”

“‘Course they are, the freak.” You feel Bo’s cock press against you and he groans, cursing under his breath as one hand lines himself up to your entrance, the other pressing down onto your lower back, forcing you to bend over a bit more. Nick lets go of you and you cling to his jeans, face pressed against his crotch as you feel a glob of spit land on you followed by Bo’s thick fingers smearing it across your hole before pushing inside. The force of his thrust and the pain ripping through you at the intrusion despite all of the teasing has you jolting forward with a cry and Nick takes advantage, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you into his crotch harder. “Gettin’ off on this, fuck, they’re so fuckin’-”

Bo cuts himself off with a groan, finally all the way in, and he wastes no time in setting a rhythm. It was for his pleasure and you knew better than to expect him to touch you, not while he’s busy chasing his own high, his pants around his ankles and his blood-stained shirt in his teeth. “So fuckin’ obedient, right?” Nick finishes, letting your head go and nodding at you. Your hands are shaky as you work on his jeans, your face still pressed against the denim. “Gonna be good and take our cocks just like they were made too, right? Just like we taught ‘em?” 

“If they know what’s good for them they will,” Bo replies, sentence muffled by his shirt still in his mouth. When you finally fish Nick’s cock out of his jeans you don’t wait for permission, instead taking him into your mouth with a fervor. You felt complete like this, Bo inside you, fucking you with reckless abandon, Nick in your mouth, moving with slow and deep thrusts, reveling in the feeling of you choking around him. 

Drool was spilling from your mouth onto the wooden floor underneath you, dripping down your chin and chest. Your hands were on Nick's thighs in a weak attempt to keep him from plunging his cock down your throat, but you and he both knew that if he really wanted to, you’d let him. Not that you had much choice in that matter, of course. 

“Could stay like this all day,” Nick grunts, tilting his head down at you to watch as you take more of his cock with each sharp thrust Bo does. “A pretty dumb thing on my cock getting split open… yeah, could do this all night. How ‘bout you, Bo?” Bo grunts in agreement, too caught up in the feeling of you squeezing around him. Nick grins, sucking in a shakey breath before pulling you off of him and bending down to be face-to-face with you. 

There are tears spilling from your eyes and your lips are swollen, spit covering the bottom half of your face, and you’re looking at him with such a needy look that he almost feels bad enough to help you out. Almost. “You’re gonna play with yourself and make yourself cum before Bo and I do or you don’t cum the rest of the night, okay, baby?” He asks, waiting for you to acknowledge what he said.

“O-okay,” you choke out, hand reaching in between your legs. Nick’s eyes light up and he stands, giving Bo a sick smile before tapping his cock onto your wet cheeks. Your hand moved quickly, not moving in any particular rhythm or pattern, mouth opening for Nick. Now that your own orgasm was on the line, all three of you were doing whatever you could to cum first and you knew you were in for a long night. 

The pleasure that had been building in your gut all night with their teasing finally comes to a head and you cum quickly, hands sputtering in their movement. Your eyes are squeezed shut, a gargled moan leaving your body as Nick face fucks you, holding the back of your head to keep you still, Bo and he working in tangent to keep you full at all times. Bo is the first to cum, doing so with a choked moan. He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you fully sat on him as Nick finishes deep in your throat, pulling out enough to leave the tip in so you can swallow around him.

“Good little bitch, doin’ what they’re told,” Bo finally says after Nick pulls out of your mouth, running a hand down your back in an almost soothing gesture. You give Nick a weak and pleased smile, exhausted. “Ready to switch, man?” Your eyes widen as Nick nods, looking down at you with a faux-apologetic smile. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, taking his calloused thumb and wiping spit from the side of your mouth. “You get to cum as much as you like tonight.” And then the men are moving positions, Nick using his slender fingers to push Bo’s cum, which had begun to leak out of your hole, back inside. Bo takes a moment to walk off, further into the bedroom where you can’t see him, and you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Nick behind you, touching you. If you try hard enough, you could maybe go back to before all of this, to before Ambrose and Bo and this strange relationship. Your stomach twists at the thought. When your eyes open again, Bo is there.

He stands in front of you and you look up, lip quivering at the sight of him. Bo’s sadistic smile doesn’t fade, just grows a little more knowing how afraid you were of him, of how rough he’d be. “Such a good pet,” Bo says in a mocking tone. “You can cum as much as you can.” And then you see the toy he’s holding in his hand and realize that you were about to cum until it hurt to do so. Bo hands it off to you and you take it with a shaky hand knowing that it would be your downfall tonight. “Ready?” You nod before realizing he was asking Nick and not you; you had forgotten that you were here for them, not the other way around.

“More than I’ve ever been,” Nick says and as the two men line themselves up, ready to use you the way that they had molded you to be used, you briefly wonder if you were ready. Bo shoves himself into your mouth first and you realize that no, you weren’t ready, and maybe you wouldn't ever be really ready for this, for them, but it was happening. And as Nick pushes himself inside you slowly, hands soothing the bruises Bo had left, you think that somewhere down the line, you would probably learn to get used to this.

[madhatterbri]

Turned | Vampire!HOOK

Summary: An argument causes you to run to an enemy.

Author's Note: Saw @theswitchbladessweetheart wanted Hook as a vampire. Hope yall enjoy.

@99hook @shawtys-things

This will be an one shot.

"You know you could just turn me into a vampire like you. What is the big deal anyways? I just die and come back to be with you forever and defend myself against this Jack guy," You demanded and raised your hands in frustration. The stake crashed to the floor and slid against the floor.

Tyler flinched at your sudden outburst. He knew you were frustrated. He hadn't allowed a break from all the self-defense training today. Now he found himself getting annoyed. You weren't turning. That wasn't going to happen. Not with her still waiting on the other side.

"And I told you I'm not doing that," he reminded her for the hundredth time. "Just drop it,"

"No, Tyler. I'm leaving unless you tell me why you won't turn me," you threatened. You looked out the window behind him. The weather was awful. Rain pelted the window while lightning flashed in the studio. No one should be walking in this storm.

"You wouldn't be the first woman I turned to a vampire," he confessed sadly. He leaned against the wall and ran his fingers through his hair.

The tension in the room thickened. A part of you wanted to hug him but another part wanted to crawl and hide. He never really talked about his past. The mention of another woman still felt like a blow to you.

"So you two broke up. What does that have to do with me?" You asked quickly. Your eyes never leaving him. "I told you I will do anything for you. We have made it this far,"

"We didn't break up," he answered. "I turned her because she wanted to be turned. She begged me night and day until one day I gave her what she wanted,"

"And then what happened? Did she die?"

"I thought everything was going well for Ashley at first. Some people struggle with turning into a vampire but it was like she was born to be one," he paused and gulped. You swore you saw tears pool in his dark brown eyes. He cleared his throat. "She left me a note one day that she couldn't handle it anymore. She took off the sun ring I made her. The last thing I remember was seeing her ashes on the floor in front of our bedroom window," he whispered and removed the ring from his shirt pocket. A pocket that laid over his heart. Your could feel your heart break.

"You keep her ring over your heart," you pointed out. He looked at the ring in his hand and his pocket. You had to know more about this Ashley girl. "Why?"

"I... I still love her," he pushed out painfully.. He didn't want to hide anything from you. The past few months had been wonderful with you but he had to come clean. No matter how painful it was.

"Do you have love for her or are you still in love with her?" You insisted.

"I promised myself to her in this life and the next. Vampires believe in an afterlife when we die. Forever isn't truly forever and I know she is waiting for me on the other side,"

"So you wanted to play with me in the mean time until you get your true love back? That explains why you won't turn me," you laughed bitterly. Memories of the past few months swirled in your mind. You took a shaky breath trying to keep the tears at bay.

"I'm so sorry. I- wait!" He demanded and reached out for you.

You ran out of the room before he could finish. Everything for the past few months was a lie. You were a plaything for the real world while he waited for this Ashley girl in the next life.

You ran outside gasping for air. The rain soaked you in seconds. He knew this entire time. He led you along this wonderful fantasy adventure for nothing. That's all these past months were, a cruel fantasy. Tomorrow you will wake up to the cruel reality of Tyler no longer being in your life.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice asked. You looked to see a man holding an umbrella over you. Embarrassment washed over you as the man could tell you were crying. He seemed nice though. His curly brown hair was pushed in a bun. Aviator glasses laid on his head while a leather jacket, white shirt, and jeans covered his skin from the rain.

"Yeah, I am fine. Just a fight with my boy... just a fight with my friend. I will be home soon,"

"Men, am I right?" A woman giggled and pulled up to you. She stared into your eyes. "Why don't you forget coming home and come with us. We will take good care of you,"

The thought of going home vacated your mind immediately. They seemed nice enough. Maybe wherever they took you would have some dry clothes and fun times. You nodded happily and waited for them to move.

"See, Jack. I told you we didn't need violence. Although Tyler certainly downgraded from me," the woman laughed wickedly.

[nicolovespancakes]

Time I added something to the Sebaciel train-

The band Ghost, whom I love dearly and have seen live, (I have a limited edition black batwing hoodie with the Grucifix on the back, it was over 100 dollars 🥰😭), which I have heard every song of,

Is literally just Sebastian-coded. Specifically Sebastian @ Ciel coded.

Mary on a cross? Absolutely about Sebastian face-fucking Ciel Phantomhive. Get recked.

"If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally, and I see nothing wrong with that."

Square Hammer? Absolutely about the moment they made their contract, from Sebastian's Point of View.

"Living in the night, 'neath heavens torn asunder, you call on me to solve a crooked rhyme. As I'm closing in, imposing on your slumber. You call on me as bells begin to chime.

Are you on the square? Are you on the level? Are you ready to swear right here, right now, before the devil?"

Call Me Little Sunshine? Absolutely their bond.

"You will never walk alone. You can always reach me. You will never ever walk alone. All you have to do is call me,

- Ease up to the hunter from the prey,"

Cirice? Sebastian's view of Ciel when they first meet, and whilst they make the contract.

"I know your soul is not tainted, even though you've been told so. Can you hear the rumble? Can you hear the rumble that's calling?

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart. I can see through the scars inside you. I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart. I can see through the scars inside you,

A candle casting a faint glow. You and I see eye to eye,

Now there is nothing between us. From now our merge is eternal. Can't you see that you're lost? Can't you see that you're lost without me?"

And I cannot HELP but think of Rats as Sebastian seeing what's happening at the Kelvin Mansion at the end of BoC, and the servants subsequently killing the circus troop.

"Into your sanctum. You let them in. Now all your loved ones, and all your kin, will suffer punishments beneath the wrath of God. Never to forgive,"

Kiss The Go-Goat is self explanatory. Ciel fucks a demon. Moving on.

"Osculum Obscenum, *kiss*"

Ritual is Sebastian being summoned by the cult.

"Tonight, we're summoned for a divine cause. Remembrance, no. But for their future loss.

This chapel of ritual, smells of dead human sacrifices, from the altar."

Spillways is what I feel like Sebastian would think of his and Ciel's ever-evolving game, and Ciel's revenge.

"Through benediction, you tried to rid your mind of malediction. But through all this time, you try to peel it off, and it's such a ride.

All your faith, all your rage, all your pain, it ain't over now. And I ain't talking about forgiveness. All your faith, all your rage, all your pain, it ain't over now.

It's the cruel beast that you feed. It's your burning yearning need to bleed."

Phantom Of The Opera? Reminds me of when Sebastian is ordered to commit acts of violence or savagery.

"I'm standing in the wings. There I wait for the curtain to fall, and knowing the terror and holding I have on you all,

Yeah, you know that I'm gonna scratch you and maim you and maul, and you know you're helpless from my mesmerizing catcall."

ANYWAY,

IF I MADE A PLAYLIST, FOR THEM, ITS ALL GHOST SONGS

LMAO.

That's all.

My contribution to the Sebaciel fans. Yall are lovely. I adore you.

Mwah.

[werrrrrd]

CHARLES X OC pt.6??

Part III of post prologue

WARNINGS: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, stitches, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood stuff since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself sometimes, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

CHARLES’ POV YALL

“Charles?” her voice sounded in my mind weakly but alarmingly. I didn't even have to force my connection to her brain, it just stayed attached. Erik pushed her against the wall pretty hard. We had planned this out, not the banging May against the wall part, but the, making sure May didn't use her powers to completely immobilize us part, which we had not accounted for last time around. I knew that even though she hadn't told on me yesterday I couldn't be sure we could count on her to keep her powers to herself. Although there was still that urge to trust her. I had to ignore it though, for the sake of my team. But I couldn't check up on her more than just a glance in her direction. 

This was important, more important than my odd, unexplainable attachment the girl who was working for the man trying to start a nuclear war and rule a mutant supremacist society. So instead I fought with the various mutants, trying to make my way to Shaw. Not to mention I had the team to check up on during this whole thing. I had to say, they were fighting phenomenally well. Our training had only just begun training and I couldn't be sure if they were ready for this challenge, but they were proving themselves to do well under pressure and I couldn't have been more proud. 

Shaw seemed to be retreating and the whole team defended him while they slowly crawled near to the car. It seemed even without May, they were a powerful group. Unfortunately they had been able to get into the car and drive off, avoiding the blasts that Alex shot at the car. His aim needed some improvement but he did exceptionally well and was probably quite exhausted after the damage he had done to the parking garage. 

But once I heard her voice I realized the terrible danger she must be in with the whole thing threatening to come crashing down on us. 

“Erik! With me.” I called to Erik. We ran back towards where the fight had started. I called out to the others “Get out from under the garage! It's coming down!” 

Raven followed us worriedly. “What are we doing?” she asked as I sprinted towards the corner that May was trapped in, dodging fires and rubble. The smoke made my eyes sting and the heat made me sweat in my suit. The ceiling above us lurched and I prayed that we would make it to her and out of the garage in time. Then I could see her, crumpled and unmoving on the floor. My heart started pounding. I reached out to her in my mind

“May? May can you hear me? I'm coming.” If she heard it she didn't respond which worried me even more. Her body was bent at an uncomfortable angle due to the metal attached at her wrists, pinning her to the wall.

“Erik, undo the bars!” I yelled to him as we neared. Erik raised his hand and unbent the metal, pulling it out of the wall. Her body went limp and she fell forward onto the floor. I reached for any current thoughts inside her head but there was nothing, I couldn't even sense the pain she must have been feeling. Once I reached her I slid onto my knees to scoop her up. Raven and Erik behind me glanced at each other but didn't say anything. 

Raven knew that I would do this for anyone. She didn't know that this was more than just my beliefs that no one deserved to die, I really could not let May die here even if it would cause terrible risk to me.

 I couldn't figure out what it was about her. I had been wondering for the past few weeks why she was plaguing my thoughts. I had my mind under incredible control, I believed, and then one interaction with her and suddenly I was losing sleep and losing focus on the extremely important task I was in charge of. I had tried several times to reach her mind despite the distance, I could never quite reach her. 

We had figured out Shaw would be meeting here today from outside sources. I was simultaneously happy to see her and also unhappy that she was with Shaw, helping him potentially kill millions of people in a nuclear war. But seeing her like this, all bloody, dust caked onto her wounds, caused an oddly strong and unignorable reaction in my gut, I felt like puking and my heart fluttered in worry. All my frustration at the fact that she was on the bad side vanished and all I felt was the responsibility of taking care of her, getting her to safety.

Once I had her in my arms I went for the open window and maneuvered the two of us out of the building. She hung limply as we ran further out from the building, Raven and Erik still following close behind. Crashing sounded behind us and we ducked into a ditch about a hundred feet out while the parking garage came crumbling down. We sat with our backs against one side of the ditch as the dust passed over us, a couple loose bits of concrete rolling or some even shooting into the ditch like bullets. We breathed hard, trying to catch our breaths, May sat tucked safely in my lap. The wound on her head didn't look so good and I noticed a good helping of blood seeping out of her back as well. After a little more time in the fresh air, I hoped that her lungs would filter out the smoke soon. Until then, we needed to get home quickly where we could give her medical attention and make sure all was right. I looked to my right at Erik and to my left at Raven and nodded at them before huffing and lifting May out of the ditch. I jogged over to the helicopter where the rest of the team was waiting worriedly for us. “Would you like to explain what's going on?” Erik peered at me as we got to the helicopter.

“In a second, first we need to get home.” I surveyed the kids, “is everyone ok? Nobody is hurt are they?” I asked, looking at each person individually. They all shook their heads and glanced at Shaw's ally in my arms. I waved off the questions and ordered everyone onto the Helicopter. Once we had taken off and were on our way to the mansion I gave another go at her mind.

“May? Can you hear me?”  her mind still seemed completely blank, I was tempted to look into her memories. I just wanted to understand her. Why was she working for Shaw, and why, If she was working for Shaw, did she help me? Twice this time. When she had told Shaw that no one was there I stopped in my tracks. It was one thing to betray your leader once, that could be excused. But the fact that she had done it again told me there was more to their relationship. When I had gone through her mind that first time on Shaws yacht I could tell there was hesitance in her when following his orders but I had not found out exactly the reason for that tension. And I couldn't figure out what it was without going into her memories more thoroughly. I was so close to entering them that I could practically feel the anxiety and fear radiating off of her past thoughts and experiences. I snapped out of her brain before I saw anything I shouldn't. As tempted as I was, I didn't want her to be angry with me. Instead I distracted myself with holding her. I tucked her head under my chin, being wary of the wound on the other side. I felt the craving to have her close to me take effect and I shifted her further up my lap so that she was pressed up against my chest.

 I really could not understand why I needed to be so close to her but the relief I felt once she was near and I could feel the shallow breathing puffing up her lungs over and over was enough to justify it for now.Till we got home I could calm myself to the sound of her heart beat and then I could do something about her fragile state.

AN: THREE POSTS IN A DAY BRO!! IM ACTUALLY ON FIRE!

[greeneywa]

HIIIII MY PEOPLE I MISS YALL SO MUCH HE IS THE PART 3 OF THE SYORKILVAN X TIRANMU LOVE STORY HEHEHE @buzzkillchainsaw i know youve been waiting for it and here it is !!!! remember kids the Syorkilvan clan belong to @buzzkillchainsaw

Ra'ak retreated to the familiar comfort of the forest, his thoughts tangled in the aftermath of his actions. He needed to clear his mind, to make sense of the feelings that had overtaken him. Raya was his future mate, and yet Zrina had awakened something within him that he couldn't ignore. He felt the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, a burden that grew heavier with each step he took away from the river.

Meanwhile, Zrina remained by the water, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and guilt. The playful moment with Ra'ak had shifted into something unexpected, something that left her heart pounding and her thoughts racing. She couldn't help but replay the scene in her mind, the feel of Ra'ak's lips on her neck, the warmth of his embrace. It was wrong, she knew, but it had also felt undeniably right.

Back at the village, Raya noticed Ra'ak's absence and sensed the tension that lingered in the air. Her instincts told her that something had changed, something significant. She found Zrina by the river, her friend’s usually vibrant spirit dulled by the weight of her thoughts.

"Zrina," Raya called softly, her voice a soothing balm to Zrina's troubled mind. "Are you all right? You seem distant."

Zrina looked up, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Raya. Just...thinking."

Raya nodded, though she wasn't entirely convinced. "Well, if you need to talk, I'm here. Always."

Zrina appreciated Raya's offer, but she couldn't bring herself to reveal the truth. Not yet. Instead, she focused on her lessons, determined to master the ways of the Syorkilvan and find some semblance of normalcy.

The following days were a blur of activity. Zrina immersed herself in the teachings, learning to move with grace through the mangroves, to communicate silently through the intricate sign language of the Syorkilvan. She found solace in the routine, a way to keep her mind occupied and her heart at bay.

Ra'ak, too, threw himself into his duties. He trained with the warriors, hunted for the clan, and avoided any situation that might bring him face-to-face with Zrina. His thoughts remained conflicted, but he pushed them aside, focusing on his role as the future leader of the Syorkilvan.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the mangroves were bathed in a golden glow, Ra'ak found himself standing on the edge of the village, gazing out at the river. His mind wandered to Zrina, to the way her laughter had filled the air, the warmth of her touch. He shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts that plagued him.

"You seem troubled," a voice said, breaking the silence. It was Raya, her eyes filled with concern.

Ra'ak turned to face her, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about the future, Raya. Our future."

Raya stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "Ra'ak, I know you. Something's been bothering you. You can tell me."

Ra'ak sighed, the weight of his secrets threatening to crush him. He couldn't lie to Raya, not when she deserved the truth. "It's...complicated, Raya. I...I feel something for Zrina. Something I can't explain."

Raya's eyes widened, her expression a mix of surprise and hurt. "Zrina? But she's..."

"I know," Ra'ak interrupted, his voice pained. "She's not my intended mate. You are. But I can't help what I feel, Raya. I'm trying to understand it myself."

Raya looked away, her heart aching. She had always known that their union was arranged, but she had hoped that love would grow between them. Now, she felt a pang of jealousy, a fear that she might lose Ra'ak to Zrina.

"Ra'ak," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I need to think. I need time."

Ra'ak reached out to her, his hand hovering in the air. "Raya, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

Raya nodded, tears welling in her eyes. "I know, Ra'ak. But this changes everything."

She turned and walked away, leaving Ra'ak to grapple with the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. He watched her go, his heart heavy with regret. The future he had envisioned was slipping through his fingers, and he didn't know how to stop it.

As night fell over the village, the stars twinkling above like distant memories, Zrina lay in her hammock, her thoughts consumed by Ra'ak. She couldn't shake the feeling that something profound had shifted between them, something that went beyond their clans and their duties.

The river, once a place of solace, now seemed to hold the echoes of their shared laughter and the whispers of their unspoken desires. And as she drifted off to sleep, Zrina couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her, for Ra'ak, and for the fragile bond that had formed between them in the heart of the mangroves.

[nii-chans-rabiddogs]

Learning Experiences

Yall i got bored and decided to do an AU for Ghostie. dont have a name for it yet but ill figure it out :3. @cupcakes-and-pain and @maracujatangerine, if yall are still interested TW: Dehumanization, hinted child abuse

“He’s a kid, not a damn soldier! You can’t be treating him like this!” Jake was angry again. I froze when he started yelling, staring at the door anxiously. He’d never sounded so harsh before, and even being in my room didn’t help the sudden urge to hide. They were arguing in the kitchen, the farthest room from mine, and the concrete walls only made everything louder.

            “I’m training it to be the best. It’s meant to be this way, Jake. You were on your way to becoming this too, before you left. All I had-” Boss was mad and upset, that was clear, but he wasn’t yelling. It was strange, not hearing his voice echoing around the room.

“I don’t care what you think you ‘had’ to do! He’s a child! You can’t- He never agreed to this, he never asked to be treated like this.”

            “You don’t understand! I am training it to be the best soldier out there. When the time comes-”

“Do you even hear yourself? You can’t even be bothered to treat him like a person. Jaxton is not an ‘it’, he is not a weapon, he is not a soldier, he is a CHILD! You need to accept that he isn’t one of your soldiers to order around. You. Are. Not. In. The. Military anymore.”

            “It- He is perfect for this. Both of you asked for this, wanted this! I was just providing it.”

“I asked for an early start for training! He wanted to copy me! I never asked for any of this, he never asked to be treated like a weapon. You just decided that having a soldier is better than having a son.”

Jake had told me to stay in my room, but I could still hear their voices reverberate around me. I couldn’t drown out their argument, no matter how hard I stared at the book in my hands. A they were talking about my training, and Jake never lost the anger in his voice.

~~~

Jake had let a woman in the house today.  She had a black cardigan on, and her skirt was a weird pale yellow, like the color of pus. She didn’t have any weapons, nor was she that observant because she didn’t even notice me. I wasn’t hiding like I was trained to either, just standing at the top of the stairs calmly.  Jake did, though, and he waved me down. He’s never not noticed me, no matter how hard I tried. His voice was calm and soft as I stopped by his side. He usually spoke to me like that, and I still wasn’t sure if I loved it or hated it.

“Hey, Jaxie. This is Sophie, she’s a– social worker, and she’s just gonna ask you a few questions, okay? She just wants to help us get everything sorted, so we can take care of you. Do you have any questions?” Jake pet the back of my head, looking at me like I was a kicked puppy. He sounded conflicted, faltering in his words as if I was a bomb about to explode. It was odd.

            “.........Negative, sir. I understand.”

“Don’t call me sir. I’m your older brother, my name is Jake and you will use it. Let’s just… get this over with, okay?” 

I stared at him, surprised by the sudden harshness. He just grit his teeth and rubbed my back, glancing away as if looking at me was hard. I wasn’t used to his rules, so maybe he just couldn’t handle looking at a faulty soldier? It would make sense.

            “Yes, why don’t we? Hullo, Jackson. My name is Sophie Lee, and I’m here to talk about your father and what you’ve… been through. Let’s start off easy, shall we? What’s your full name?” She sat down on the old red sofa that Jake insisted on keeping, a light blue clipboard with papers set on her lap. Her voice was also soft, but it was detached, pitying. I hated hers more than I hated Jake’s. She didn’t even get my name right.

“Jaxton-Alexander Morgan Underfield, ma’am.” Jake slowly pushed me to the newer brown couch, but I refused to sit. I didn’t trust this lady; she just didn’t seem right and I didn’t like it.

“Jackson Alexander… And-”

“JAXton. J-a-x-t-o-n hyphen Alexander. Not Jackson.” She seemed surprised at my tone, and so was I. Normally I wasn’t this reactive, I was better than that. Was it the lack of punishment? Training? I’d never dare be that snappish with Boss, he had trained me much better. That needs to be dealt with before Jake deems me too faulty.

“Ooh-kay, I’m sorry about that, Jaxton.” She gave me this weird sideways look before writing something in her notepad, and I felt vaguely insulted. Surely my name wasn’t that hard to spell? “Moving on, can you tell me how old you are?”

“Fifteen, ma’am.”

“Mmhm. And what’s your date of birth?”

“July 11, 2003.”

��           “7/11/03, got it. Now, I have some questions I want to ask, about your father. What’s your relationship with him like?”

I stared at her for several seconds before answering, and she seemed to write down every word I said. Jake interrupted, sometimes, to explain things that were obvious. She kept asking questions about where I grew up, what I did, what training was like, and it was annoying. Jake had made me sit down halfway through, but he did eventually end the... interrogation? interview? when I had pulled out my knife. Sophie scribbled even more when Jake gently took it from me.

~~~

Jake lied to me. This tiny, gray, pathetic building looked nothing like the Wendy’s I saw on the TV. He mumbled something about having to do something before getting food, but it wasn’t very believable. Plus his voice was shaky, and part of it was in German. Honestly, he’s a terrible liar; far too obvious with his tells.

            He dragged me inside, and I instantly disliked the place. The air was dense and it smelt like lemons had been basted upon every piece of furniture, and there was a horrible clash of jasmine near the front desk. I glared at Jake and the lady behind the desk, already irritated. He just smiled and pushed me back, muttering quick words that I couldn’t hear before the lady nodded and told us to go down the hall, to the third door on the right.

Jake pushed me inside the room without another sound, right in front of a woman who was dressed in a navy-blue suit. She was tall, only a couple inches shorter than Jake, and had a gentle yet stern look about her. Her room, filled with colorful toys and pillows and a coloring book, was the same. Organized and calm, but welcoming. It didn’t smell, either, which was preferred.

“Jaxton, this is Ms. Ethel. She’s here to help you with your anxiety and everything else in that brain of yours.” He waved at Ms. Ethel, who simply nodded back. I scowled at them both and crossed my arms, staring at the weird, red bag on the floor. It looked like a human-sized, overstuffed dog bed.

            “What do you mean by ‘everything else’? I’m functional. And I don’t have anxiety.”

“Your brain’s a little fucked up, buddy. Ms. Ethel is here to help unfuck up your brain, and maybe see if we can smooth out that attacking problem of yours. Also, being functional isn’t as good of a defense as you think it is, and you most certainly do have anxiety. A cracked-up squirrel is less jumpy than you right now.”

            “Cracked-? Whatever. I’m perfectly functional, that’s all that matters.” I kicked at the dog beg awkwardly, watching as it just collapsed in on itself. “What is that? It looks stupid. And useless.”

“That is a beanbag chair. I’ve found that it helps younger clients feel more comfortable in my office.” Her voice was more stern than she looked, and it startled me. She just smiled at me.

            Jake made me spend the next hour talking to her, and she kept asking probing questions. It felt like an interrogation, but Jake very willing gave her most of the answers, so it’s hard to be sure. He said she was a therapist, and would help, but I don’t see how asking about nightmares would help me. Unless she’s trying to neutralize them? Then I’d be better rested and prepared for missions and whatever. She must be a workshop handler, then, if she’s trying to make me better optimized.

~~~

The store was loud, the lights buzzing and people chattering and wheels squeaking. Jake made me wear headphones to drown out the noise, which helped quiet everything down and I wasn’t as jumpy anymore, as he said. Everything was new, from the products on the shelves and the food and the drinks, to the amount of everything. I had never seen so much food in one place before, though a wrapper currently caught my eye. It was at the end of the ‘checkout lane’, as Jake had called it, on a shelf with a bunch of other little foods. It was golden, with a picture of what looks to be a chocolate bar on it. The weirdest part was that it had ‘left’ and ‘right’ on it. Why would food need to be placed on either the left or the right? Did it stand for something else, like hot or cold?

“Hey Jake?”

“Yeah, bud?”

            “What’s a ‘twix’? And why is there a left one and a right one?” Jake looked at me, ignoring the cashier who was bagging the groceries. He seemed very confused, or bewildered.

“...You- you don’t know about candy? Candy bars?”

“No? I only ever had MREs, or a steak that one time.” I tilted my head and stared at him, before slowly picking up the candy(weird name, honestly) and examining it. “Am. Am I supposed to know?” “No, love, it’s fine. So, candy is, uh, just a bunch of sugars and artificial flavors. Twix is just a wafer bar with caramel dipped in chocolate, basically.”

[teetle-time]

Live or Die, Man, We Need Each Other (Part 1 of ???)

Shortly after the invasion, Leo and his brothers go on their first post-Krang mission: stopping a different ominous group of occultists from summoning a being of unknowable power from another (non-prison) dimension to wreak havoc. Evil never rests, after all, even if he and his bros should probably still be recovering from their last big all-out battle.

Meanwhile, Danny just wants to take a fucking nap.

Surely this won't turn into something absolutely massive in scale that sucks them all in.

(or, so do yall remember that Danny Phantom crossover that's been haunting me? yeah lol behold. throwing some ghost king danny in a blender with the rise guys and some classic tmnt tropes that rise never really got a chance to explore, with an eventual side of textfic/chatfic, jack and maddie fenton trying to be good parents, dani, the epf, the giw, roughly one and a half farmhouse arcs, rise-ifications of minor characters from previous tmnt iterations, and *checks notes* shelldon my son <3)

Not actually posting to ao3 right away this time I think- I kinda wanna polish/tweak this bit a lil more first, but I figured this first bit works well enough on its own! also i wanted to infect yall w/ the brainworms because a mere 8 dp-only xovers on ao3 feels like it should be illegal <3

〜

There was an electric charge in the air as Leo peered down at the cultists from the rafters.

Considering the fact that the charge felt like a portal despite Leo's lack of portaling intent, he would bet away his rights to the final pizza slice for a month that something was about to come through.

The cult below (not the Foot, shockingly enough) had chanted enough Latin that Donnie had gone pale upon checking his tech for a translation, so that 'something' probably wasn't good, either.

Just how Leo wanted to spend the end of his first full day off his crutches.

Really.

(Idly, he wondered if there was any point to being so bitingly sarcastic in his own mind when nobody could hear him anyway.)

He met Raph's eyes, then Mikey's, then Donnie's, each of them mirroring his own resignation and resolve.

"Veni ad nos, Rex inquieti Mortuorum!" cried the cultists as one. "Veni ad nos ut serviamus tuo glorioso proposito in mundo viventium!"

Leo opened the mind meld for a split second. Right, so I caught "rex," "mortuorum," and "serviamus." All in favor of sending these idiots to the Pain Train?

That got matching smirks from his brothers, and Leo grinned back before flipping down from the ceiling and dropping into the main mass of observing cultists. "Hey, guys, I think I got a bit lost. I was looking for the bathroom, but it looks like I found a bunch of would-be world-conquerers instead!"

The face of one of the lead cultists, the one at the head of the summoning circle, contorted into an expression of rage almost comically intense- and, to be quite honest, second only to Casey's extremely emotive face.

And then the rest of the cultists swarmed him.

Luckily, his brothers had only been a split second behind him, and the four of them wove between cultists with ease when possible and laid the hurt on 'em when slipping through wasn't an option.

"We gotta break that circle!" called Mikey worriedly. "Barry told me even circles half as ornate still summon things way above our pay grade!"

"We're getting paid?" quipped Leo, even as he zeroed in on the circle and slashed his katanas through the air. "What, we get an allowance now?"

No portal of his own appeared, his energy immediately flowing into the air just above the circle instead. Lovely.

As Leo inwardly rolled his eyes and just pressed further through the mass of people, Raph's crimson projection shot overhead. "POWER SMASH JUTSU!"

While Raph did successfully manage to bring his glowing fists down on the circle with enough force to shake the ground and knock the cultists nearest him off their feet, the circle only glowed an ominous acid green, completely untouched despite the now-massive cracks in the concrete around it.

The lead cultist laughed from where he'd fallen to the ground. "Yes! Yes! The King has heard our call and is coming to do our bidding!"

Leo watched in horror as the acid green crackled into icy blue, and as the temperature plummeted, an eerie voice rang through the warehouse.

"Uh, the only bidding I was planning on doing today was in an online auction for a rare piece of Dumpty Humpty merch."

What.

All motion froze, and Leo found himself gawking as smoke billowed from the circle before coalescing into…a white-haired humanoid teenager.

"And I'm pretty sure that auction just got sniped from me with 10 seconds left on the clock, but instead of getting the chance to snipe it back, I got yanked out here," snarked the teenager, glaring at the hooded cultists with eyes the same acid green as the circle had been.

One of his eyebrows lifted slightly at the sight of Leo and his bros, but otherwise he paid them no mind.

One of the cultists spluttered. "What-?! You're not the Ghost King!"

The teen's face went flat. "No, actually, I'm pretty sure I am. Wasn't planning on it, but, yknow, the old guy picked a fight with me a few years back. If it's him you wanted, uh…you're shit outta luck. I don't really do things his way."

The cultists all started turning towards the teen in anger, but-

One.

One single flick of his wrist, and the cultists were all encased in ice, save for small holes just in front of their noses and mouths.

That was all it took.

The teen groaned and dropped his head into his hands, some of the eerie reverb fading from his voice. "And today's a test day."

"Uhhh…" said Leo intelligently.

The teen stiffened, then stood up straight and scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Ah, shit, sorry about all this. Were these idiots trying to sacrifice you? Cultists have a tendency to do that, even though I keep telling them not to."

"Um, no…Your Majesty…?" tried Raph, his voice rising to a squeak at the end.

"Ugh, ew, please no." The teen grimaced. "You can just call me Phantom. Or my first name, but I'm not really sure I wanna say that out loud with these guys right here." He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at one of the cultists, who helpfully made a furious little peep in the ice.

"Fair enough," said Mikey, getting his metaphorical feet under him just before Leo could. He clapped his hands together cheerfully, and only Leo's lifetime of growing up with Mikey let him still see his younger brother's nerves. "So, are there any rules or anything for that summoning circle that need to be put into action before you can go back to your online auctions?"

Phantom shrugged. "I mean, technically if there's still somebody conscious around, I still have to make a deal before I can leave, but I'd be willing to get these guys to the cops with evidence of their crimes in exchange for directions back to Illinois."

Leo met Donnie's eyes. He could see the urge to ask Phantom every question in the English language.

Donnie shot him a pleading look.

Leo pressed his beak together thinly, then smiled at Phantom. "As long as that evidence doesn't include us four. And also my twin bro over there wants to be able to ask you things. Probably all the things."

"I can keep you out of it," Phantom agreed immediately. "I know what it's like to wanna stay on the down-low, trust me. Though…I probably can't stay very long, but I can make an email address so we can keep in touch?"

"That would be splendid!" declared Donnie, a grin already splitting his face.

"Sweet," said Phantom. With a snap of his fingers, the cultists and their icy cases shot out the door, the circle's light died, and a slip of paper appeared in front of Donnie. "Now, uh…how do I get to Illinois?"

Seeing Donnie preoccupied with entering the text on the paper into his systems, Leo went to pull out his phone, but Raph beat him to it, already opening up TelloMaps and showing Phantom. "Well, it's a bit of a ways away, but-"

Phantom's hands flew up to grab at his hair. "I'M IN NEW YORK?!"

Leo frowned. "Hey, what's wrong with New York?"

"Nothing!" said Phantom far too cheerily, already lifting into the air. "Except! It is an almost 900 mile flight and I have cl-uh, gotta be somewhere in under two hours! Gotta go, I'll keep in touch, can't stay any longer BYE!"

And he shot out one of the upper windows in a flash, leaving only a skybound sonic boom in his wake.

Leo blinked. "…huh. D'ya think he knows I could just portal him there, or…?"

Mikey visibly deflated into Donnie's side. "Ohhhmegosh, Barry's gonna lose it when I tell him about this."

"Woah, woah, hold on, who says we gotta tell him anything?" Leo asked.

"Bro, the 'old guy' Phantom mentioned?" Mikey quirked a brow ridge at him. "That'd be Pariah Dark, a violent ghost who ascended to the ghost throne right about when humanity was learning about this hot new thing called 'fire.' Barry taught me about it on, like, my second day of mystic training. Dude was so big and bad his subjects had to revolt and lock him up, like the Shredder on steroids except without the evil armor possessing him."

Donnie pressed his palms together and lifted them against his beak, the perfect picture of someone who'd just realized something horrifying. "Is the throne passed down through, perchance, a line of conquest?"

Mikey nodded. "But usually mystics tend to figure that anybody who could beat Pariah Flippin' Dark would be even bigger and badder than him. Except…"

Raph's face was turned down in a thoughtful frown. "He sounded…kinda like a normal human teenager our age. Except for the 'dead' thing. Did he actually mention Dumpty Humpty, or was Raph just hearing things?"

"If he'd known there'd been a change in power, Barry would've told me," Mikey continued. "Not just because I'm his favorite, but because he knows I'm just chaotic enough to think about trying bigger things on my own, and learning about the Ghost King is kinda huge."

"Only thinking, though, right, Mikey?" prodded Raph sternly.

"Scout's honor!" chirped he immediately.

"Is that even something we can say after we failed at being Todd Scouts…?" Leo trailed off.

"Casey made me an honorary Brownie Scout when she came to visit after the invasion and you guys were all out cold," said Mikey unapologetically.

"I wonder what happened 'a few years back,' and what a white-haired fellow teen from Illinois had to do with it," mused Donnie, helpfully bringing the conversation back around to the important bit.

"Betcha Hueso might be in the know," Leo suggested. "He's a yokai instead of a ghost, but being a skeleton yokai might mean he knows stuff like this."

"Let's get home before we do anything else," said Raph. "I can see Leo's legs shaking under his weight."

"What?" Leo protested. "My legs aren't-!"

Unhelpfully, his knees knocked together hard enough to draw his attention to where they were, in fact, shaking from the effort of holding himself up.

"Ah, crud," Leo groaned. "Never mind. I can still portal us home, though, at least."

"That's what I thought," Raph snorted. "Besides, I think this whole Ghost King mess can probably wait until we're all sitting down, if that's the new guy."

Mikey nodded. "Gotta give ya that. Barry'll probably still make a funny face, though."

"Eh, let him." Leo hefted himself up onto Raph's shell, then leaned to the side and sliced a portal open. "Vámanos!"

〜

As Danny streaked over Pennsylvania, he dug out his phone and started tapping at the email app Tucker had coded a few months back. It'd been mostly for laughs- who on Team Phantom even needed email when they all had Fenton Phones? and even regular phones, nowadays?- but it was just as secure as everything else Tucker made, and as it turned out, it was exactly what he needed this morning.

Better to have it open in the background so he knew when the purple turtle guy got around to emailing him.

Once he made sure he still remembered his password, he pocketed the phone again and pushed himself a little faster. He'd clearly gotten faster since the last time he'd checked- the sonic boom was honestly his first clue- but he couldn't keep that kind of speed up for very long yet, and he was still over…looked like Ohio, now.

Oh, wait, there was a 'welcome to Ohio' sign just up ahead- and he passed it.

Now he was in Ohio.

All that to say, he still couldn't afford to slow down in distraction for very long if he wanted to get to class in a bit more than an hour.

As if waiting for Danny to think exactly that, his phone buzzed.

He tugged it back out to check, and it buzzed again in his hand.

The first notification was a text from Jazz: 'I saw you weren't in your room just now. Fight or flight?'

The second was an email from an alphabootyyyshaker9000@geniusbuilt.com- an email that seemed more like an essay, if the shortened version in the notification meant anything.

Danny grimaced, made sure he was aligned with a highway down below so he wouldn't drift off-course, and tapped out a response for Jazz.

'flight. bookin it rn, p far. tell u later, but im ok'

She responded with an immediate thumbs-up and smiley emoji combo.

"Never change, Jazz," Danny huffed with a grin.

Then he tried to look at the email.

'Tried' being the key word.

Luckily, the purple turtle had prefaced his email with the sentences 'You are welcome to answer this once you have the time. You did mention being in a rush at the moment.'

Relieved, Danny shoved his phone back in his pocket and turned his attention towards his own personal Get-Back-Home 100% Speedrun.

[outcastpack]

The prison angst? Um?? 👀

Please hold while I write some more- yall really want this pain filled train bdbdbhshs. But the ask has requested pain, and I shall try and deliver.

Liam forced a clamp down on his emotions, setting the letter down on the table eyes still roaming across the words Theo had written. His entire body was shaking with the urge to let loose a loud evicerating sob, but he couldn't - crying is a sign of weakness in this place.

Another larger binder like book was pushed in his hands.

"He said to give you that too." Was all Leo said before he returned back to his original crossed arms position, eyes still just as hard.

Reaching a hand out, Liam opened the binder and slammed it shut second he saw what was inside.

He forced himself to open the binder again. Hands shaking as he oh so delicately opened to the first page, then the second and so on.

His eyes roamed the pages, absorbing everything he could in such a small span of time.

Pictures upon pictures- Theo’s memories of the last fourteen years.

His beautiful handsome Theo.

The first page holding a picture of Theo silently celebrating Liam's first birthday inside. The next Leo’s third- the first birthday Liam wasn't able to be there for.

"Why did you do it?" Leo finally whispered, filling the silence with a question Liam knew the answer to but also didn't. "He always told me he would have waited for you."

"That's exactly why I had to."

"And yet..... he did it anyway - died doing it."

Liam flinched, the words slamming into him faster than any bullet or punch thrown his way ever could. The almost bitter venom laced into Leo’s words, cutting into him sharper than any claws had.

And he hated it because it was the truth.

[sukaaxo]

so yall loved my “what if rhys was evil” pov

i wrote a “what happened the night their families died” pov

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Tamlins POV - The night Rhys and Tamlins family died.

CHAPTER 1

Tamlin had never liked atmosphere in the Night Court. The looks, the attitude, even the weather was grim. Especially in the Illyrian camp, a few flowers could easily spruce up this place but these males didn’t look like the flowers type.

He grimaced slightly as he strode through the tents and huts, mud already splattered across his shoes and tunic, the bandolier of knives Rhys has gifted him strung across his chest. He had been slightly afraid the illyrians would see them and think he stole them but apparently none of them cared, their smirks just aimed at him because of his Spring Court attire and long blonde hair, which he’d tied back just in case a brawl started.

Tamlin managed to get to a small hut on the outskirts of the camp, where Rhys had told him he would be after his High Lord training. High Lord had never interested him. Music and fighting were all he was good at and that’s all he had planned on doing. His powers had come in, however, and he was stronger than his brothers in every way now. It had terrified his father that he had be-friended Rhys as everyone knew he was the most powerful fae ever to live, soon to be the most powerful High Lord and his father sensedhis control over Tamlin would not last. Rhys was smart which made him even deadlier and he’d been giving Tamlin lessons on war techniques which would make him a better leader. But that wasn’t why he was here. He was here to see HER. And he only had a few hours before both Rhys and his own family knew he was here.

Tamlin had known she was his mate since he’d first met her and falling in love with her was easy, not because of the soul match but because she was light in itself. Only recently did she feel it back and he’d felt sick when she said she needed to talk to him about the bond she felt between them, he wasn’t proud to say his knees shook slightly at the thought of her rejecting him. But no. She had told him she felt for him what he felt for her and over the years he’d been friends with this family, she’d secretly been falling for him too. Relief was not a word strong enough for when he heard those words and the kiss they shared had shattered any doubt he had that about the bond. They were meeting today to plan how they were going to tell their families. Tamlin had had to pull it forward because his father had banned him from ever seeing the Night Court family again, on pain of death but only the Mother would have stopped him from seeing her one last time.

Stepping into the hut he took of his boots and breathed in the warmth and the slight hint of lily she always smelt like before stretching and heading into the hallway. He could already hear her humming before he even reached her door and he smiled to himself. The stress and pain of his past and future always lifted off his shoulders whenever he saw her and she smiled at him. He pushed open the door and didn’t even manage to get a glimpse of her before she slammed into him and snuggled into his chest. He dropped a kiss on her head and wrapped his arms around her and for a couple of minutes they just stood there breathing each other in before he had to peel her back to look at her face. High Fae were made to be beautiful but here face was always eretheal to him. It glowed with delicate kindness and love before he flicked her nose and it wrinkled into playful disgust.

“have you been waiting for me” he murmured teasingly as she rolled her eyes and huffed “if you didn’t take an hour pruning yourself then i wouldn’t have to wait”. He threw back his head and laughed, the sound filling the room around him. “are you saying you don’t like me looking pretty for you”, she just smirked at him in reply.

They lay on the bed for a couple of hours just lazily making love and talking about how they were going to break the news to their families. Tamlin started to give his idea of a shared gathering, stroking and playing with her hair while doing so, when a commotion outside drew their attention. They both sat up and looked out of the window, scanning the camp for what all the illyrians were running towards.

“stay here” said Tamlin springing to his feet and moving towards the door, but his mate was having none of it and followed after him. He paused for a second glancing between her and the window where shouts of pain were now being heard. “take me with you” she stomped “i’m not as weak and small as you think, i can hold my own”. For a second Tamlin smirked, pointing at her feet “yes because your little tantrum will scare everyone away” but a ladies scream cut his mate off before she could reply. The blood drained out of her face when she heard it, “mother” she gasped and bolted for the door, Tamlin hot on her heels.

The sight that hit him when they’d arrived at the centre of the camp nearly made him vomit. His father and brothers were stood around Rhys’s mother, her hair in his fathers hand and a knife at her throat. The illyrians were all armed to the teeth, wings flared and circling them warningly. His brothers had the decency to look a little nervous but still bared their teeth in reply to their molten fury stares. How had they found him? He’d been so careful to cover his tracks and their sentry positions didn’t finish for a few hours. Where was Rhys? His High Lord sessions had finished half an hour ago and he had promised he was going to be here.

His focus snapped back to the reality when he mate stumbled forward choking in anger, her wings snapping in and out in her contained fury. He immediately grabbed her to push her behind him, fearing for her safety but she shook his arm off snarling at the people he called his own. For a few seconds Tamlin was stuck between defending her and stopping his brothers but decided that she could defend herself well enough and he circled to stand a metre from her side.

“Tamlin” his fathers voice rang out towards him, “how dare you disobey my direct orders. You know the rules about this family and if it wasn’t for your brothers you probably would’ve made a massive mistake and fucked this whore, ruining our line”. Tamlins snarl echoed his mates as she started forward, only stopping when his father tightened his hold on her mother’s hair. Where the fuck was Rhys? He glanced around looking to see if anyone he knew was there but none of the illyrians faces were familiar. His fathers face paled slightly as he noticed him looking around but he soon darkened in anger as the smell of the mating bond hit him. They hadn’t properly mated yet but even so the bond was strong and shine between them. “your mate” his father spat “of course your mate would be from this bastard court just like yourself”. The words stung Tamlin, striking deep but Rhys’s mothers whimper pushed the feeling away and he took a few steps closer in the mud. “let her go father, she’s done nothing wrong in this”. “true” his father nodded “but sometimes the innocent have to die to teach a lesson”. Before Tamlin could properly register the words, an illyrian took the chance of the distraction and lunged forwards, his dagger aimed at one of his brothers. This signalled to the rest of them to attack and soon they converged onto his family. His mate dove forward to save her mother and Tamlin launched one of the knives in his bandolier at his father. But the attack came a second too late and Tamlin only realised that when he saw the Lady of the Night Courts body hit the mud followed by her head. A furious but pained scream erupted from his mate and she slammed hard into the High Lord of the Spring Court, her hidden daggers slashing at him.

Tamlin took in the situation with a dropping feeling in his heart. His brothers were back to back, battling the Illyrians and his father was defending himself against his mate. In that moment Tamlin knew that he would never forgive his family for what they’d done. For what they’d taken from his mate and his friend. For the pain and trauma they had caused him his entire life. So Tamlin jumped in and started fighting with the female he loved by his side.

For what felt like hours but was probably just a few minutes, the battle raged on but it was clear to see the Illyrians were overpowering his brothers fast. His father also noticed and roared at them to go, to get back to the court before he lost his heirs. Tamlin was swinging the sword he had picked up, just about to slam it up into his fathers downward slice, with his mate poised to deliver the final blow, when one of his brothers yanked him back. Time stopped. Like slow motion Tamlin fell backwards, his sword moving out of the path of his fathers dagger, his mate turning towards him to grab him but just as her hand hit his, his fathers knife hit her neck. Time seemingly started again and and he hit the mud, both that and blood spraying in his face. He could smell it. His mates blood covering his arms and head. He roared loud enough that the camp trembled as he felt the bond shatter deep inside him. His second roar was of pain and then was filled with tears as his mates body fell near his feet and her head lay next to him, her face filled with fear and surprise. He screamed in pure fury as he lurched to his feet, swinging his sword towards his father, wanting to feel his blood and life gush from him but his brother grabbed him again and they turned into mist and shadow.

CHAPTER 2.

The Spring Court smelt sweet and clear as they hit the gravel outside the manor but Tamlin could smell nothing but his mate and feel nothing but the empty hollowness where the bond used to be. He vomited all over the ground, tears streaming down his face in his pain but managed to turn to his brothers who were all panting and covered in their own blood and dirt. His face twisted in anger but before he could move further than onto his knees, his father appeared with two black things in his hand, waved the other one towards him and sleep hit him.

He awoke in his chambers a few hours later, clean and healed. His head and heart ached but he managed to turn his head to the side. The youngest brother stood next to him, looking down, his face slightly sorrowful. “they sent the heads in parcels to her father and brother” was all he said before turning around and leaving the room. Tamlin tried to register what he said but blacked out once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, judging it to be a day or so later, he could smell blood. At first he thought it was just his memory but this time it smelt like his own. He sat up, his head swimming slightly, but drank a little water and let it clear before standing and stumbling to the door. When he paused before the door, he could hear begging on the other side but it didn’t sound like his family so pulling out the dagger he had hidden by the door he yanked it open. Stood before him was the High Lord of the Night Court and….. Rhysand. The smell of blood hit him stronger and he could see it all over the floor, along with the bodies of two of his brothers. He stared at the males in front of him and they stared back. He couldn’t think properly, all he could see was his mate and his family dead floating across his vision but he saw the High Lords hand behind to lift and he reacted faster, slamming the dagger he held into his head. Rhys froze and watched his father fall. They both looked at each other as Tamlin felt the power of the High Lord of the Spring court shift to him and he saw the night court power shift to Rhys. His brain caught up with what was happening and he opened his mouth to say something but Rhys vanished, leaving behind just a hint of smoke and darkness. Tamlin just stared into the bloodied hallway that held the bodies of his entire family, and he felt nothing.

A few days passed as the Spring Court mourned the death of their high lord and buried their bodies. He found the two black things he’d seen in his fathers arms, hanging in his study and he vomited all over again. Their wings. His mates beautiful wings hung there, hacked ends stuck to the wall, her mothers looking the same next to them. The hole in his heart and ribs throbbed and he threw a candle at them, watching them catch light and burn to little piles of cinders of the floor. He sobbed on his knees as the past week hit him. How was it that only a few days ago he was planning a wedding and bonding with the female who had won everything he was, and now he was on the floor with nothing and no one left. His fathers inner court had left him, not seeing him fit enough to rule over them, Rhys hadn’t come back and Tamlin felt sick at the thought of turning up to the Night Court to explain and his people were murmuring rumours about what had happened between the two courts. All he wanted to was lay in bed and cry, holding the shirt his mate had left the last time she had secretly visited his manor and just inhale her forever. But he had a court to run. To comfort. So after a few minutes he forced himself to stand up, wipe away his tears and push his feelings deep deep down into him. It took a few days but he pushed away the agony of the hole inside of him. Pushed away the sadness and guilt of losing his one true friend. Pushed away the regret of hesistating to help his mate to go into the battle alone. In the next few minutes he had wrapped up all his mates belongings and placed them in the cupboard in his room. No female would ever set foot in here again, he would not have any of them tarnish his beautiful aching memories of his mate. No matter what he felt for anyone in the future, which he highly doubted would be strong enough to make him even think about marriage, they would never visit this room. It was his space only forever. He took one last look, remembering his mate sitting on his bed laughing, before he shut the door and walked to the balcony that overlooked his court. It was time for him to accept his duties like his father had done before him. And as he stood in front of his people he vowed to never be like his father. He vowed to change the way this court is run and he vowed to protect them. To never let anymore of the people he loved die. To never let harm or pain enter any of their lives. Because he had done that before, he had trusted in others training and their instinct but now it was time to trust in his. The only one he could rely on. He would protect them. He would die for them. He would free them. He would be their High Lord.

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