#PLEASE CAN THEY STOP FALLING UNCONSCIOUS AND DYING

[meadowsofmay]

RAISHAN FIGHT I AM SO STRESSED I CAN'T BREATHE OH MY FUCKING HALF OF THEM WERE ALMOST DEAD AND NOW THEY ARE TRAPPED

[zorosangell]

zoro x mihawk daughter! reader 👁️👁️

⛥ﾟ・。 nurse

synopsis: a mysterious man crash lands on your gloomy island, and you patch him up... unaware of his odd relationship with your father.

cw: part 1/3, fluffy fluff, comfort, zoro is a lovable idiot, reader's a bit soft spoken, reader is FIONE, i imagine she dresses like morticia addams but its not explicitly described, mihawk clocks zoro's tea a lil bit

a/n: what i would give to bandage this man up myself

"Never thought I'd see the day..." you sighed, grabbing a vase of water off the end table.

The sound of clanking and pouring echoed throughout the room, slowly waking the swordsman up.

"A man on this island..."

Zoro fluttered his eyes open, the golden rays of morning light ushering him back to the land of the living.

'I'm... alive? ...But where am I?'

"Morning," you greeted, softly, a warm smile on your face as you approached the bed. "You scared me for a moment. With the rough shape you landed in, I thought you were dead for sure."

Suddenly, his eyes shot wide, memories from Sabaody all rushing back.

Pacifistas.

Sentomaru.

Kizaru.

The crew.

Now fully awake, he greeted the world with a deafening yell, you letting out an equally loud shriek of surprise.

And, in your fear, you dropped the entire vase and fell backward, too occupied with trying to back away from the screaming man.

Hearing the commotion, Zoro shut up, weakly turning to see its source.

You had managed to retreat into the shadows, hiding yourself from the intruder.

"Who are you?" he asked, sharply, eyes zeroed in on your silhouette. "Where am I? And why are you here?"

"I could ask you he same..." you replied, warily. "And don't scream like that again. You're not dying, I made sure of that."

Painfully, he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, letting out a few winces and curses as he attempted to stand up.

He was missing a familiar weight on his hip.

"What did you do with my swords?!" he barked.

"I'm keeping them hidden until I can ensure you're not a threat."

Brows furrowed deeply, Zoro grit his teeth, thoroughly pissed.

"I'm warning you..." he stood on shaky legs, attempting to step forward, only to fall on his knees.

Guilty, you let out a sigh, suddenly feeling sorry for his poor shape.

"Sir, please, get back in bed. You'll re-open your wounds," you sighed, imploringly, moving forward to help him up.

Annoyed, Zoro scanned the area, eyes landing on your figure as you emerged from the shadows, widening at the sight as your hips swayed side to side.

Long, (h/c) hair...

Plump lips...

Heavenly curves, made evident by your long, black dress...

Smooth brown skin...

Alluring, (e/c) eyes....

Goddamn.

'Curlybrow'd lose his mind...'

You were dripping in beauty and mystery.

Zoro, so mesmerized, didn't even realize that you'd already cruised your way over, and were now standing directly in front of him, helping him up.

"I found you laying in a crater in the woods, unconscious," you explained, pulling him back to the bed. "You looked two steps from death's door... so I brought you back here, and tried to fix you up the best I could."

It was almost funny.

You had little to no medical knowledge at all, so majority of the first few days was spent teaching yourself how to do it all.

With a smile, you sat him down, "I'm glad to see you're alright."

But Zoro didn't register a single word.

He couldn't help but allow his mind to drift to the way your lips moved, enunciating each syllable so smoothly.

Though, when he realized you'd stopped speaking, his eyes found yours, an embarrassed glow rising to his cheeks.

"I... uh... can you repeat that?" he replied, bluntly.

This was the first time he was talking to you, and he wasn't even paying attention.

It was easy to say you were a little irked.

"I'll get you your swords," you sighed, flatly, giving up on any hope of conversation as you turned around to exit the room.

Without giving him a chance to speak, you walked away, hair swishing across your back as you moved.

Zoro, on the other hand, still sat there, more flustered than he'd been in a long time.

He thought back to how close your body was to his, your breast slightly rubbing against his back as you helped him up.

Watching you strut out the room, his gaze drifted to your backside, internally cursing himself for being so pervy.

Something about you flipped a switch in him—be it your mystery or your unspoken grace—and he had never found himself so entranced and intrigued in all his life.

And all you did was talk to him.

'The hell's wrong with me?'

This was the type of behavior one expected from Sanji or Brook.

Not him.

Not the cool-headed swordsman.

Not the Roronoa Zoro.

Hand rising to his face, he roughly shook his head, snapping himself out of it.

"I gotta get the hell out of here..."

"Father, please, I—"

"Not only did you bring an unknown man into our home while I was away..." Mihawk started, tone sharp as he cut you off.

You flinched, instantly piping down as you took a step back, hanging your head.

He hadn't taken such a tone with you since your teen years.

"But you nursed him back to health... and returned him his weapons before confirming that he was of no threat."

Hearing it laid out like that, you sounded stupid.

But in the moment, you swore that Zoro meant you no harm, your observation haki not sensing any malice or ill-intent even when he was yelling at you.

"He's not unknown to you, Father, you've met him before," you attempted to plead your case, albeit quietly. "And from what you've said about him, he's perfectly honorable. He wouldn't have hurt me."

"You didn't know that," he corrected, brows furrowed. "For all you knew, he could've slit your throat the moment you lost sight of him."

"That's a little extreme..."

"That's the world."

After returning Zoro's swords, you left to go make him something to eat, but returned to find that he had escaped.

Frantic, you searched the castle for hours, combing through every nook and cranny in an attempt to find the swordsman.

But, of course, it would be your luck that your father would find him upon arrival���somehow he had found his way through the woods and to the ruins where he attempted to fight off some of your monkey friends.

Safe to say, when your father finally arrived home, he was less than pleased.

Even still, you patched up the swordsman once again, unable to leave him in such a precarious state.

"Father, please try to understand. I was only trying to—"

You stopped in your tracks, both you and the warlord sensing a new presence.

And, like clockwork, the man of the hour weakly pushed open the door, heaving, as he seemed to be struggling to keep himself upright.

Worried, your brows furrowed, concerned for his health.

"What are you doing out of bed?" you asked, softly, "You're hurt... bad."

But Zoro pressed forward, using the sheaths of his swords as walking sticks as he approached your father.

"You shouldn't be walking in this condition... you can barely stan—"

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head before his arch rival, much to your surprise.

"Will you... train me as a swordsman?" Zoro asked, fervently, pressing his forehead into the stone floor.

He'd managed to take a look at the News Coo you left on the end table, discovering Luffy's message to reunite in two years.

Which meant that the whole crew would have to get significantly stronger if they wanted any hope of surviving in the New World.

Him included.

"You disappoint me," Mihawk stated, brows furrowed. "Stand up."

He turned away from the sight, annoyance dripping from his tone.

"I can't believe you would ask your enemy for instruction... Have you no shame?"

He rolled his eyes, swirling around his wine glass.

"Get out of here. This is pathetic," he scoffed. "A pity, perhaps, but I overestimated your worth."

'Father...'

You felt bad about his harsh words, not wanting him to kick a man while he was down.

But the swordsman didn't budge, remaining in his exact position without fault.

"I said stand up... you're making a fool of yourself."

"Please help me!" Zoro tried once again, not moving an inch.

"First of all, the baboons beat you... and even after that, you couldn't make it to sea," Mihawk shrugged, taking a sip of his wine. "I can't help you. It's hopeless."

"They didn't beat me."

The two of you froze for a moment, shocked.

'No way... did he really?'

"You're the only one left to take down... but, I'm just not good enough to win against you the way I am now. Anybody can see that."

"I don't follow," Mihawk stated. "Clearly, you still consider me your enemy, yet here you are bowing down, begging for my help."

Zoro lifted his head, his expression one only attributed to a man on a mission.

"What do you mean to do?"

The swordsman's glare sharpened, not a doubt in his mind.

"Kill you, of course."

With that, your father let out an amused laugh, a rare smile cracking on his lips.

"You admit you want to kill me, and you expect me to assist you in that?" he asked, knowingly. "You're strange. What a ridiculous request. Aren't you the least bit embarrassed?"

Though he was quick to reel it in, a new question popping into his mind.

"Perhaps... your priorities are different now, Roronoa?"

Zoro's breath hitched at the insinuation, slightly surprised by his perceptiveness.

"(y/n)..." you father turned to you by his side. "Tend to his injuries."

(y/n).

'So, that's her name...'

It was oddly fitting.

With a quiet nod, you stepped forward, silently heading toward the door.

"We start your training once you've recovered."

At that, Zoro's face lit up, gratefully.

It was finally time to get stronger.

Throughout the entire two years, he poured his blood, sweat, and tears into his training, working diligently to become the reliable swordsman Luffy knew him to be.

But, little did he know, those two years would bring him ever closer to you, as well, as you acted as his personal nurse and cheerleader on the sidelines.

You two would become inseparable, spending your days together as you watched him train, cooked him dinner, did his laundry.

Your presence and company became as constant as he air he breathed.

So, when the day finally came for him to depart, it was safe to say that both sides had a particularly hard time letting go...

To be continued.

[elllisaaa]

Could you please write seventeen reaction to sharing a bed with their crush for the first time? TYSM 😚

seventeen sharing a bed with their crush for the first time

-> pairing : svt × gn!reader

-> words count : 1.5k words

-> genre : fluff

-> author's note : i looove these cute asks about seventeen, they're taking me ages to write because 13 members is a lot but i hope you'll like it anyway !

-> sorry if I made any mistakes, english is not my first language.

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

shy and giggly the whole time.

he’s obviously making sure you’re not uncomfortable about this before slipping into bed with you. 

he’ll try so hard to stay still and not touch you without you explicitly telling him that it’s okay.

but anyway, you’ll wake up in the morning cuddled up against him, with his arms around your waist because he unconsciously pulled you close to him during the night. 

a human heater, you don’t even need the blanket lmao

YOON JEONGHAN

he would try to make some jokes about how you’re trying to get on his bed but deep down he’s screaming and freaking out, hands shaking as he’s handing you another blanket so that you’re not cold. 

at the end of the day though, jeonghan is a softie who just wants to love and to be loved so he just can’t wipe out the smile on his face as you settle by his side.

i’m a firm believer that he loves when someone plays with his hair, and if you do it to help him sleep, his heart will start beating like crazy.

basically, you just get to see his soft and sleepy state, he’s just so cute.

HONG JOSHUA

will ask numerous times if you’re really okay with sleeping in the same bed as him. 

and in fact, he will ask your consent before doing anything, even if it’s just keeping the lights on a little longer. 

he would feel a little awkward at first, not knowing if he can touch you or not when he’s dying inside to cuddle with you.

but he would not say it, so you’ll have to ask him to hold you in his arms - and bet that you’re wrapped in his embrace the next second.

will kiss your temple before falling asleep and wake up before you in the morning to serve you breakfast in bed 

MOON JUNHUI

so so nervous, his mind cannot make up for the fact that you’re going to sleep in his bed, right next to him.

he wants to cuddle with you so badly but he’s too anxious to ask you.

instead, he will put on a film for the two of you to watch in hopes you’re going to get comfortable. 

when you lay your head on his chest and grab his hand, he’s screaming inside and he cannot wipe the smile out of his face.

jun would end up falling asleep all cuddled up against you before the film is even finished. 

he would never stop saying that he slept sooo well the next morning, in hopes that it will lead to you sleeping in his bed more. 

KWON SOONYOUNG

so excited about it and he cannot hide it

he’s smiling the entire time, from the moment you arrive to the moment you both settle under the covers. 

even as your friend, he would want to cuddle all the time, so you can’t say you’re surprised when he’s snuggling against you, wrapping his arms around your waist, head comfortably placed on your chest.

i think he would be the type to accidentally keep the whole blanket all for himself, leading you to get even closer to him. 

he would apologize in the morning, but at the same time, he’s content with holding you against him for as long as possible. 

JEON WONWOO

another one who would get very shy. 

he would not even be the one to propose that you sleep with him : he’s ready to just put some pillows on the floor and sleep there. 

but when you insist, saying that you don’t mind sharing a bed with him, his ears turn red so quickly. 

i don’t see him as the cuddliest member, but he would definitely let you play with his hands, trace patterns in his palms while you’re talking.

and if in the morning, he wakes up to you still holding his hand, gripping so tightly he can’t free it from your grasp (as if he wants to do that in the first place), don’t blame if he takes a few pictures. 

LEE JIHOON

he would try to act cool, calm and collected the whole time when he really isn’t at all. 

some chill music will play quietly in the background as he adds some pillow on his bed to make sure you’re comfortable. 

he will melt at the sight of you in his hoodie that you borrowed because you were cold, it was looking so big on you.

jihoon would love to turn off the light and talk with you about everything before sleeping, admiring your figure in the darkness.

he would also love it if you start playing with his hair, chasing your hand when you stop. 

LEE SEOKMIN

so excited he’s jumping all around his room, stuffing his bed with even more pillows and blankets to make sure that you’re going to feel comfortable enough.

his room would be cleaned up from a to z and it has never been tidier because he wants to make a good impression on you. 

would put on a film for the two of you to watch with a loooot of snacks, and all your favorite ones obviously. 

will try to smoothly put his arm around your shoulder and get you to be closer to him. 

his hands are literally shaking the whole time, only feeling relief when you finally hold it.

his heart is beating so fast when you fall asleep on his chest, the next day he’s punching the air in joy.

KIM MINGYU

he’s so cute omgg, cheeks and ears are all red when he asks you if you need anything else. 

he just wants to hold you close to him but at the same time he’s so nervous to ask you, he just keeps fumbling with his hands, trying not to make it obvious.

so you’ll have to do it yourself if you want to cuddle with him.

but once you’ve settled in his arms, he’s not letting you go, feeling so good with having you all close to him. 

another human heater who will keep you warm all night. 

100% would bury his face into your neck or hair to breathe in your scent all night.

XU MINGHAO

he’s honestly pretty calm about it, trying to tell himself that it’s not that deep.

really it’s because he is very comfortable around you so he perfectly knows that it’s going to go well. 

everything feels so natural, and you fitting so well in his arms feels just right too. 

however, he cannot ignore how fast his heart is beating when you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face in his neck.

even if he wakes up before you the morning after, he’ll stay with you in bed, admiring your beautiful features.

BOO SEUNGKWAN

warning you before that if you disrupt his beauty sleep, he’ll kick you out (but let’s be honest, it’s only to hide how nervous he is).

helps you do your skincare before you both go into bed (yes, that is another excuse to be closer to you and touch your face).

he will also braid your hair because he says that it protects them during your sleep. 

with how close he is to you all the time, you don't expect him to be so far away when you get under the covers. 

but once you say it’s okay for him to cuddle with you, he doesn’t let you go all night. 

you end up falling asleep to him telling you the most recent stories that happened to him this week, and he finds you so cute that he cannot be mad about it. 

CHWE HANSOL

will try to keep his usual chill persona but he feels all giddy inside. 

he smiles so much more than what you’re used to, just because he’s happy to get to spend more time with you. 

you two end up talking until dawn, about anything and everything, jumping from the most serious subject to the less important one. 

when you finally fall asleep, you’re close but not touching each other but when he wakes up in the morning, your head is laying on his chest, sleeping peacefully and his arms are around your waist.

he will not make any moves until you open your eyes because he loves the feeling of holding you like that. 

LEE CHAN

he’s so shy, he doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore. 

constantly asks you if you need something, and bet that he’s ready to do everything for you to be comfortable. 

will play with your hair under the excuse that “they look soft” and they really do but it’s also because it helps you relax (and because he just loves doing it).

he could take matters into his own hands and cuddle with you, but if you initiate it, he’s going to melt inside. 

literally the best sleep of his life (and yours too).

will spend another three hours in bed after waking up, just talking with you because it feels too good being in your arms.

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[arsonlookers]

Gamble your future with me~

Aventurine x reader

You know how handsome Aventurine right? like man, he can have both girls and boys at the same time it wouldn't be a surprise if he cheated on you.

There are plenty of Fish in the sea and those fishes would be very attracted to a man like him naturally, that applies to you too.

One night at a loud banging casino bar, minding your own business since you just came from your Younger sister's wedding, and having thoughts on when, are you, going to get a man for yourself? since your younger sister already beat you to it. You're already old enough to marry now imagine still being single and a virgin but still no status. Such as a LOVER. You already question Gods and Diety on when are you going to have a lover? is he gonna fall from somewhere? like in a romance anime? or just maybe, if God provides he would miraculously FALL in front of you.

"yeah right" you mumble to yourself laughing at the thought a little

When suddenly, something did fall in front of you technically not a man but chips. Golden Chips. Falling from the sky. burying people down.

'what the hell is going on?' you thought looking at the culprit

A man wearing, a very lavish style that suit him very much, glasses and a hat with a chip at hand playing at it as if nothing just happened.

He does...look handsome, You are not gonna deny yourself that, he is an eye candy if you may say so. A literal Eye candy. With a spade-like open chest window...

"Heyy~ my eyes are up here~" He said teasingly smirking at you as you unconsciously were staring at his boob.

making you look up at him embarrassed being caught on staring inappropriately.

making you just look away and stare at your drink pretending nothing happened even though inside you are dying of embarrassment.

"are you gonna ignore me?" he calls out to you again now sitting in an empty spot beside you.

now looking at him trying to look cool. not embarrassed at all. "umm, Hi? no no I'm not ignoring you, just having thoughts" you said preventing yourself from looking down at his open chest again.

"Hmmm~" he sounds not so convinced, just teasingly checking you out up and down. And with that making you conscious of his eyes, behind his glasses.

"would you care a drink with me? My treat" The mysterious man smiles as he looks at you in the eyes.

And something in his eyes makes you wonder, How pretty it is, without his glasses.

for a moment it's as if time has stopped for a while just by staring into his eyes, that is when he smiles at you and orders a drink from the bartender.

he breaks the contact but it resonates with you, how pretty his eyes are, and having this urge to just take his glasses off and stare at his eyes forever if possible.

"what would you like pretty lady?~" he asked looking back at you with a small smile with his hands on his cheek.

"The usual [favorite alcohol] please, thank you" looking back at the bartender.

"I'm Aventurine, and what would your name be, pretty lady? " he asked still looking at you

you smile a little "Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you Mr. aventurine"

Since that night the more you visited the casino every night, the more you get to understand and get to know who this Mr. Aventurine is. He is not that bad of a companion every night you see, he does entertain you in his own way.

The more you get interested and fall for his charms, You already sign yourself to him unconsciously.

after another win of his gamble.

"You win again," You said passing him his drink

He just shrugs and smiles at you, knowing to himself that he has become accustomed to your presence and becomes comfortable talking to you. Having this little bubble surrounding you and him. Just You and Him.

You on the other hand already falling for him secretly, you don't want him to know about it because you can clearly see it in him. he is not yet ready to have a relationship or even face his own feelings. You are pretty observant yourself so you held yourself back from confessing since if you confess he might push you away because he is scared or not used to this affection. And possibly ruin this little bubble the two of you love.

Throughout your friendship with Aventurine, you have a fair share of problems and trust issues but you both manage to clear that one up. Since then he has started to trust you little by little starting with his identity you know that AVENTURINE is not his real name but he never tells you his real name, but you can wait. You think to yourself that you are a decent patient person [you think]. another is his person-like details, not really detailed but at least he gave you a grasp of his work and who he really is.

As time passes by you get to know him more and more even outside the casino he starts asking you out as a FRIENDLY outing he says. To the point, that you actually become his closest friend.

You are currently inside his apartment, petting his plenty of share of Cat cake, you just found them so adorable since you first visited his apartment and since then, you always had a habit of bringing foods for them and even sometimes you end up forgetting aventurine and your HANGOUT because you spend a lot of time with his cat cakes.

Aventurine actually secretly envies his cat cakes because he just want to 'hangout' with you but it always ends up you giving your attention to his pets, he envies them whenever you just enters his apartment the first things you would ask is

"where are they?" goes to search his room and after seeing them starts to pet them and feed them on his bed

"awwwww, your soooo cuteee" you cuddle them and nuzzles your face on them.

Aventurine on the other hand had this emotion build up within him feeling all this emotions of just wanting your attention and all not to his cats.

Then you would notice him looking at you and to his cats with his face pouting

"pff" you would secretly adore how his face contorted to jealousy by his own pets.

the day would just end with you cooking for him in his kitchen and secretly taking glances at you or helping you out, even better how you still have both your attention halves on him and his cats since just like their owner they are clingy.

the first one to confess is actually to your surprise Aventurine, It's when you meet Dr. Ratio personally. Well let's say this time he is starting to not like your interactions with the man, and he is starting to understand his feelings for you, after all, he is conflicted between you being his closest friend like family or he having a romantic feeling going on.

But after Dr. Ratio actually complements you. COMPLEMENTS YOU. Do you know to what extent amazing that is?! The most perfectionist man in the world or even in the universe whose pride is the tallest of tall who thinks of people as a waste of space because their " Idiotcy" Complements you?! He starts to think of it as if he was about to take you away from him, not after hearing it from your mouth.

"did you know Ratio asked me to be part of the Genius society? " you said nonchalantly not really bothered by it

On the other hand, Aventurine is shocked?! as if you just dropped a bomb on him with that calm voice of yours, He just can't believe it Plus imagine his realization when you called Dr. Ratio in A FIRST NAME BASIS his mind is overwhelmed with information and cant believe what he is hearing.

"Are you joking? THAT doctor??" tries to be calm when his voice is obviously shaking right now

You just nod to his question calmly drinks your soda

"what did you say? did you say yes??" In his voice, he is shaking waiting patiently on your answer

and you just answered "I haven't thought of it yet, I just said give me time to think" and you shrug your shoulder continuing drinking your soda

he was dumbfounded since that interaction, he just kept thinking of you and the question of the Doctor gonna take you away from him?? is he gonna lose you? that's when he connects all the puzzle of his feelings, answers why he is so attached to you, jealous of his cats spending more time with you, not having your attention on him, and talking to the Doctor. now he knows...now he realizes how important you are to him, even though he has not given you his name and truly trusts you he knows deep down how much he wants to tell you so badly.

"I love her..." he mumble in his breath on his realization

After all of that, The very next day he sets you on a proper date this time... well kind of disguises it as a Friendly Date at first.

But then when you both are in his apartment and finish the 'date' at his house the both of you become cozy with each other and start to talk about each other's day this is when he lets his feelings out and ask you the question he is itching to know the answer of.

"Y/n?" he asks his head lying on your thigh like normal

"hmmm?" you on the other hand entertains yourself on playing with his hair and braiding it if possible

"did you accept the Doctors' offer? of joining the Genius Society?" he asked looking at you in the eye searching for the truth and also admiring how pretty you are right now.

"hmmm? why?" you asked looking down at him and smirking

he looks at you and knows that smirk very well but he lets it slide, he really loves your playfulness secretly. "I just wanna know"

a smirk turns into a smile "No, I'm too tired of dealing with people who will always want to be at the top. and my hands are already occupied with greater work" smirking as your hands keep playing with his hair

"hmmm? " he hummed loving your gentle touch, and feeling relieved about your answer for him, you will be by his side and you chose not to go so that's good.

with the atmosphere, he decided it was time, that he should not run away this time and face his real feelings. Now. So he starts to confess and tells you how comfortable he is with you, how you earned his trust, how grateful he is meeting you, how you made his day, how comforting you are, how he just loves your laughs. he blabbers and talks his feelings out, you on the other hand just keep listening and playing with his hair trying to hide your blushing face away from him and pretends you are chill, when in reality you are a mess right now.

he sits up from his previous position and holds your face with his hands, making you look at him in the eye.

"y/n, You are the only person who made me feel this way, the only person who made me trust somebody again" he smiles gently and his heart pumping hard inside his chest, just wanting to let this feelings out this time

"Y/n L/n, I Love you Love you at your worst love you at your best always loves your smile always Loves your everything" he smiles and looks at you intently

After hearing his confession you just go nuts, you feel so conflicted but at the same time so grateful and relieved that your affection for this same man is reciprocated, Looking at him makes you redder. Your heart goes kabooom inside as if a bomb just exploded and everything around you is blurry except you and Aventurine.

he looks so vulnerable right now, a blush on his cheeks and a genuine smile as he looks at you straight in the eye, waiting for your response.

'He is so cute...so handsome as ever' you thought hearing your own heartbeat against your chest beating and beating as you stared longer at the man

So you touch his face and kiss him on the cheek, already feeling bold. As your heartbeat keeps pumping so hard against your chest looking at him and how he too is blushing mess, smiling and making you blush red.

"mmm, I ...Love you too Aventurine...for a really long time" hugs him tight not wanting him to see you like this, A blushing mess for him and him only.

You can feel him hugging you back, and you can also hear a stifle and a sob from him feeling everything at the same time you just want this moment to not end.

After a moment or two still in the same position of embracing each other now in a much more comfortable spot, you laying in his chest and him hugging you tight in lying position.

"Aventurine?" You whisper his name repeatedly and sweetly to remind him or Yourself that this is true, everything is not a dream or a hallucination of yourself

He hummed at your call making his chest vibrate against your head

"Kakavasha" He says quietly as his hands find their way to your hair and start playing with it.

"kakavasha, kakavasha?" You said his name confusedly. repeating it twice making sure the pronunciation is correct

"hmm, yes darling?"

he hummed, secretly likes it when you Call His Real name, savoring how it rolls in your tongue. How sweet it sounded in your voice. How it made him shiver inside.

You look up at him and smile brightly "Kakavasha" this time confident about your pronunciation and happy to finally know his real name, feeling all this emotion at once you find comfort in putting your head again in his chest and hearing how his heartbeat is beating. You whisper to yourself one last time "Kakavasha" liking how his name rolls on your tongue and decide to close your eyes while only hearing and be in comfort of his touch and heartbeat.

After that eventful night, everything between the both of you did a little change. Not significantly but there are some changes like now you can openly compliments him and shyly kiss him on his cheek, and he too becomes a little more vulnerable around you and clingy.

Nothing can ever convince you that this is the most precious memory you can have ever wanted in your lousy life. A caring boyfriend and a peaceful life. You want this to last forever, with your future hubby.

Well, the only problem now is, your Insecurity. You know better than anyone that he is perfect than all the men you could ever wish for, he is handsome, pretty, considerate, loving, cute, and caring, he may be cunning and all but you know deep inside that he is scared, that behind his mask named Aventurine, there is a frightened version of him, scared whenever he bets and just want all of this to end.

That is why you are scared... You are scared to lose him to another woman or man, you are scared that he will leave you for another, you are horrified to the thought of him leaving you and never ever coming back. That he will never come back and you will never feel his warmth embrace and his teasing jokes, his loving laughter, his eyes, and how it made you feel whole.

You believed that It was just pure luck that YOU, of all people, he got attracted to, and dated one night. You thought that maybe you have already USED all your Luck in this world to get a man like him attracted even interested such as yourself and NOW dating You?!

Like all the Gods in this world must have pitied you for not having a Lover since birth, to present himself and ask you to be his lover!

One day, like normal you visited his apartment and just, spent your time there, waiting for him to come home like usual. When you feel so bored doing nothing, an idea pops inside your head and decide to visit him, you know it's his work time but you just missed him.

So you entertain his cats for a little while and go out to surprise him.

When you were about to go inside the casino, in your luck you saw him outside.

You are about to approach him when a beautiful gray-haired woman is suddenly in the picture and talks to him first.

You can clearly see it in your distance how his smile is, the usual business smile but it's just something about her talking to Kakavasha is making you worried and insecure. So to not ruin their conversation and to calm yourself you just turn around and leave him for the day.

This goes on for weeks, and knowingly inside you know that this is not right but you just can't stop yourself from overthinking.

You know that he is a very busy person and just doing his job, after all, he is also a part of the IPC, but only seeing him come home in the middle of the night and leaving supper early the next day as the routine continues is making you very conscious about yourself and your relationship.

You trust him, but not yourself...

and that's what brings you here now, waiting for him to come home late as usual and him just wanting to rest and go to the dreamland.

You can hear the door unlock, and hear his footsteps get closer. he calls out for you when he sees the kitchen lights are still open, when he sees you he approach you and lazily kisses you on the cheek.

"hi, pretty why are you still awake this late in the hour?" he wraps his arms around your waist and puts his head on your shoulder waiting for your reply.

You sigh deeply and ask

"Can we talk?" You unwrap his arms around your waist and face him.

Feeling the mood Kakavasha looks concerned to you and is very confused

"hmm? Sure we can... are you alright?" He did not like how you avoided his eyes when he said that so he puts his hands on your cheek and makes you look at him

"Please look at me, what's wrong baby?" he asked concern in his voice and sadness over his face

You look him in the eye and avoid a second later, feeling hesitant and guilty for feeling like shit this.

"Can we...." you said hesitantly but he is a patient man and did not complain when you took your time

"I need.....we need a break" You look in the ground feeling guilty and have no confidence facing him for saying it.

'you deserve better, I'm not enough, you're better of without me' you thought unknowingly letting the tears that you held back for weeks fall from your eyes

you dont know what his reaction is until.

"No" he said sternly and silently with no hesitation in his voice

So you look up after fearing it and face him because you just can't believe what he said but you feel deeply relieved inside in your better try to see him clearly you just can't because of the tears making your vision blurry.

You feel his fingers move and wipe the tears away from your eyes and cheeks, with his action you can now see his face.

his eyes look at you sternly and sadly. his eyebrow frowns looking at you you can feel that he is furious and sad about what you said.

"No" he repeats this time his voice is louder and looks you in the eye

"I don't want that, and won't allow that... Ever" he said it like a matter of factly

"but..." you try to explain when he suddenly replies

"NO buts" he said glaring slightly warning you to not continue

and he surprises you with a tight hug, not wanting to leave space because if it's loose then you might just run away and never come back again, or he may not feel your warmth again in his embrace.

He don't like that, not the idea and never in this reality.

you hug him back and cry your heart out feeling vulnerable in this state and feel warm inside

You stayed like that for a very long time as he pats your back trying to comfort you.

only the silence of the room your cries can be heard between the two of you.

until you have calm down.

"do you want a cup of water?" he continues to pat your head and back not letting go as his voice is calm and comforting

you nod in his chest embarrassed and relieved of everything.

when he lets in your embrace, you do not like the feel of loss of contact so what you do is he wraps your hand in his and just stares at it.

he firmly holds your hand without any word and takes a cup of water and give it to you

after everything, the two of you decided to move onto the couch for comfort, after he sat down he yet again wrapped his arms around you and made you sit on his lap hiding his face away from your view.

"Can...can you tell me why?" he said silently not wanting to sound vulnerable when his voice already sounds like it breaks

so you take his arms off, change your position, turn around to sit facing him, and wrap your leg in his back as your head on his shoulders. and his head is buried in your boob area.

And you tell him everything, what you are feeling, and how everything happened and every little detail of your problem for over the weeks.

he just sat there silently hugging you tight from time to time until your rant was over.

He moves his head and looks at you then kindly flicks your forehead.

" I didn't know you felt like that, love" and then he moves closer to you to touch your forehead with his and make you look him in the eye.

His gaze is soft and caring, but also understanding. he looks at you for a good minute to let you know that he is serious.

" I love you, now and forever I want you to know that" he then put his hands on your cheeks kissed your forehead, and then looked at you again, not breaking any contact.

"If You don't believe me" he smirked

"why not take a gamble with me?" with a hint of seriousness and teasing tone in his voice

You look at him with confusion but also you are intrigue on his offer, since you rarely gamble against him after all you know deep down he will win either way.

"and the stakes?" you asked with a small smile in your lips looking at him with curiousness

" my everything, baby" he gently rubs his thumb on your cheek

"If you win then I will gladly offer everything on me, my attention, my love, my body, my mind, my touch, my thoughts, my time, our future, my future. My everything" he said lovingly looking at you and his other free hand twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers like how he usually plays with his chip"

"and if I lose?" now reciprocating his actions you put your hands on his head and massage a part of it. loving how soft his hair in your touch.

"then you got nothing, literally nothing baby" But inside he already decided to let you win in this gamble.

he loves you too much to let you lose this one, he always takes pride when he wins all his gambles but this one? He will Take Pride and even brag it to everyone When he Lost.

"It's all or nothing, love" His gaze in you was loving as if telling you to take it, gamble with your everything, gamble together with him.

"gamble your future with me, offer your everything, my love" he smirked but this time not his business smirk, it's a smirk where you feel secure, you feel you know that he will offer everything for you, a knowing smirk where he will surely make you feel and be the winner.

You move closer, put both your hands on his cheeks, and kiss him lovingly. after a while, he reciprocated your kiss. he licks your lips asking for an entrance and so it starts to become a heated one, tongue, and tongue collide and feel and explore each other's mouths. Your hands move and wrap around the back of his head and pulled him against yours wanting the feeling of him close to you. Not caring for the loss of air, just straight-up wants.

he wants you and You want him, and this fuels this kiss.

after a while of heated kisses, you break it off, breathing heavily but not breaking the contact. You gobble the air around you as if you haven't breathe for a long, long time.

on the other hand, Kakavasha is also at a loss of breath, that was one heated and passionate kiss he had. and looking at you breathless and just staring at him as if asking for another is making him even more worked up. he wants you, and this is reflected in his gaze a flowing desire only for you.

You touch his face cheek this time and he touches yours.

"I'll take it, I offer my everything for you, my Kakavasha" A tear slipped in your eyes so happy to take this love, this relationship to another level.

he moves his fingers wipes the tears on your face, kisses your tears away, and envelops your face with lots and lots of kisses until you feel fine and laughing again.

"Love you kakavasha" you said quietly not wanting to disturb his slumber and just staying in this comfortable moment with him.

The both of you embrace each other on the couch and just listen to his heartbeat your head on his chest and his on top of your head until you fall asleep in each other's embrace. peacefully in the night.

As the night goes on you have a nice dream for the first time... With the man of your life, smiling ear to ear and calling your name, standing in the vast flower garden full of flowers and the soft laughter of a little girl and his. both of them calling your name sweetly as the little girl calls you and hugs you tight. "Ma-" she smiles at you, and her smile resembles his.

Kakavasha...

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[spacebaby1]

BEAUTIFUL HUSBAND (Nanami kento x Reader)

Nanamin survived!

Shibuya was in unrecognisable state, and you barley got out of there breathing yet that didn't stop you from pushing the sorcerers that were trying to make you lay on the floor with the rest of the injures.

You managed to walk few feet before falling to week long unconsciousness. After a week you woke up in a hospital bed with oxygen mask still on you looked around to find shoko looking out of the huge window. "Sho," you managed to whisper which made her immediately jump as she turned around with a sad smile, you tried to sit with all your strength and she helped, "How are you feelin-?" You cut her question short as she spoke, "W-Where is Nanami? Is he okay? Did he get out?"

Shoko sighed before she spoke sitting beside you, "Barley, he's badly injured, Y/N very badly, I'm not sure if you are ready to se-"

"Take me to him, please!" You began to get up and shoko knew better than to stop you but she was sure of your reaction when you'll see Nanami; nothing will change your feelings for your husband. Shoko helped you to the room where Nanami was and you went in there without her, holding on the wall for support because you barley could walk from your leg injury, Mahito did a number on you. For some reason the curtain were up when he was the only one there, a doctor left as you entered leaving you both alone.

"Nanami-"

"NO! Go away, please" Nanami snapped as you stopped there confused before you spoke, "Na, it's me-"

"Y/N, just go I don't want you to see me, leave!" Not listening to his words you made your way towards him as you pushed the curtains away, "Why are you acting like that Na?" You asked holding on his bedside looking on the floor before your eyes met his, Nanami looked away and you knew why he didn't want you to go away.

"Na," you gently cupped his uninjured side trying to make him look at you, "Hubby, please look at me, I'm dying to see you." You were in tears but so was he as he slowly turned his face to look you in the eyes which made you smile, "Hello, handsome," you chuckled as tears fell; your signature greetings to him. "What are you doing here with me?"

You took his hand and kissed it before placing your face on it, "I'm here for my husband, I'm here to be by my husband's side, in sickness and health, remember? The only way you would get rid of me is when I am dead and gone, I'm here to stay with you, Nanami, I would die for you, I love you."

He was already crying when you started to cry as he carefully pulled you on his side hugging you with his right hand, you cried on his neck; trying to kisses every skin you got in contact, his neck, his chest, his hands, his shoulders, his face and his forehead; he was still your Nanami and nothing can change that not even all his injuries.

"We need to get out of here and run away to Malaysia," He whispered, to which you giggled nodding before kissing his hands over and over, "Anything for my sweetheart, Anything." He smiled, "I adore you, I love you."

[reidsexual]

It was almost ridiculously pathetic how he drank in every detail of her. How every single physical aspect of herself, whether she believed it was a flaw or not, made its way into his head.

He couldn’t help but memorize her very existence. He couldn’t help but worship her in ways he knew she wouldn’t even dream of. Especially from him.

“Stay awake, Dick. Please. I mean it!” Ah, there she is. That voice. So angelic. She could make me do whatever it is she wanted with that voice of hers.

Dick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his throat tipped back, revealing the trail of cold sweat going down the length of his neck down to his collarbone.

“He’s been poisoned by Cheshire.” Donna deduces, lifting Dick’s sleeves up to see the faintly green liquid going up his veins.

“Whatever you do, keep him awake!” Roy orders frantically, following Donna out the ship to fight the remaining assassins.

“Dick, are you awake?” You ask nervously, hands trembling as you peeled his mask off. “Open your eyes for me, just a little more time. Then we’ll get you back to health, okay?”

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, and more than anything, you wanted to help your teammates outside fight. But Dick needed you right now. And frankly, you were in no shape for hand-to-hand combat.

Dick opens his eyes with great effort, giving you a small smile despite his strain. “Hey, pretty girl.” He says drowsily, his words slurred and almost incomprehensible.

Your background blurred behind you to the point where all Dick could focus on was the features on your face that he had memorized to his core. The dimples that would appear when you smiled, where are they now? Why weren’t you smiling?

“Don’t try to smile. You’ll only tire yourself out.” You say worriedly, fighting back tears. This was no time to be sensitive. Dick is laying on the table, and you will make sure that he will have a more proper deathbed. Even if it is the last thing you do.

Dick groans at the newfound warmth on his chest, shifting his gaze down to the symbol on his suit. You were tracing the bright splash of blue marked on his skin, trying to keep him from slipping into unconsciousness again.

Dick studied every aspect of yourself that he found otherworldly. Down to your hands, even your fingers. You had a burn mark on the tip of your index finger, a slight slash on the palm of your right hand that never quite seemed to fade away, and nails that you bit when you got anxious. He loved everything about them. More so, the touch that came with it. How your affectionate personality translated through your touch…

You use your free hand to push his dark, damp hair away from his forehead, and your breath hitches at how scalding hot he feels.

Come on, come on. Don’t cry now. Where will that get you? Pull yourself together and help your friend for crying out loud. You’re a Titan, get it together.

You pull your hand away from his chest to fetch any sort of medical equipment in sight, but a familiar touch tugs on your hand with full force to keep it in place.

“Don’t go…” Dick pleads, not a thought in his head but you. “You’re the only thing keeping me awake, remember?”

The door to the ship slams shut, and you don’t even notice that the rest of your team have made their way inside before they crowd around Dick, worry etched across their faces.

“Dick, are you okay?”

“Dick, please answer.”

“Don’t fall asleep on us now.”

“You cannot let poison be the thing that kills you.”

“Dick-” “Dick-” “Dick-”

His name keeps being repeated, ringing in your ears. You can’t take it. You can’t possibly bear the thought of him dying like this. In and out. In and out.

“Dick, come on, man! Say something! Please!”

“Where’s angel?” Even from afar, you can hear Dick utter words under his breath. The whole team stops frantically talking over one another, listening intently to Dick’s words.

“Angels have warm hands.” Dick sighs softly, like he’s lulling himself to sleep. “I had no idea.”

[linkito]

You should totally likeeeeee slide more on the caged AU

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I LOVE THE AU SO MUCH AUGHH

I honestly can't believe how much traction this au has had when I don't even have a fully fleshed out story for it but...

ok

imagine.

Scar can only use magic when instructed to do so, right?

Imagine Scar and Grian are falling. They're already injured. They can't stop the fall with their wings in time.

Scar takes the brunt of the impact. Something breaks. He lands on something wrong. He's bleeding. It’s bad.

Grian rolls out of reach, knocked unconscious.

Scar is dying and he can't save himself. He can't stop it from happening because he can't control his magic without someone to instruct him.

He needs to heal them both. He can't. He can’t without Grian.

Scar calls out to Grian, voice weak and fading. The words are almost nonsense. Hoarse and unintelligible. It's not enough to stir the ex-Watcher.

He's going to die here then, isn't he? And maybe they're still being pursued. If he dies here, so will Grian. Or worse, he'll brought back to Them.

Scar looks to Grian, reaching out weakly, pitifully, with his clawed hand, desperate to wake him.

But all Scar can really do is let out a horrible, howling wail.

It's low. It's mournful. It's loud.

He thinks it may be the last thing he does.

He closes his eyes.

...

But then he hears it. Faint and hoarse, yet incredibly urgent:

".…..Scar, live."

[spotaus]

Hey! The ask!! Lets see if i can manage to type everything i thought about in the time i got my break!!

So. I got thinking. (This was also a half baked drabble idea but didnt feel like making it a full one so you are getting the idea like this!! >:D)

We spoke about how Killer would be guarding Nightmare in the raid where Dream manages to steal him.

The problem is. If Killer can still move this guy WILL throw himself at Dream to save Nightmare. Meaning that Killer has to be mortally wounded. (Also works with why Nightmare rushes to shield his older brother)

So we got Killer just laying in whatever room Nightmare and him ahd been in. Probably slowly bleeding out.

On one hand. You can have the Knights run in right after. But then what is stopping them from splitting up, one part staying with Killer and one part rushing after Dream? And it has been YEARS since Dream last visited the castle. He may not remember everything quite right.

So... in theory. It should take more time for the Knights to get to Killer. But Killer is mortally wounded.

So. In comes!! Ccino (my beloved).

Ccino had been going towards killer and nightmare after helping the servants and maids evacuate or go to the bunker.

He gets there to see Killer pretty much laying there dying on the ground, Nightmare no where to be seen.

What does he do?

Ccino's crisis management skills activate. He wants to find Nightmare but he has no clue of where Nightmare went and he has no way to fight whoever took him. Killer is in front of him actively dying.

He goes to Kilelr's side.

Killer, the romantic idiot, probably realises he is fucking dying. So maybe he is like. Maybe i can confess? (Add some extra angst and make it that the hit was by either his neck or spine or soul. Making him unable to communicate)

Ccino is trying to keep the wound closed but he has no healing magic. He doenst even have first aid kit on him beyond the bare minimum. What does he do?

Well... he knows there is one being still in the castle. He does a little prayer and asks for help.

For Killer? Killer is slowly falling unconscious. He tried to confess but cant speak. He cant even apologise for failing everyone and losing Nightmare. At least Ccino is here in his last moments. He isnt alone. So he falls asleep.

Maybe some warm light guides him. A familiar voice that was once a friend? He tries to follow only to be stopped. Stopped by something sharp and pulling him down. Back into the darkness. It feels like when he fell into a bush. The way those thorns prick his bones.

Killer at first tries to follow the image of his friend (were they his friend? They saved him right? So why shouldnt he follow them?)

Only to hear so soft. So quietly from the darkness. 'Please dont let him die...'

And that sounds like Ccino... so Killer follows that voice. Goes into the darkness and it feels as if he traveled through a overgrown forest with sticks and stuff all pulling on his limbs.

And he wakes up. His skull in Ccino's lap as Ccino keeps the wound closed and did the best first aid he did. Moments later the Knights rush in to assist.

(Yes. The tree pulled Killer's soul back to the living side while the memories of chara were trying to pull killer into oblivion and get him to die)

Okay that is all. I wanted to get that out of my system.

Okay. Hi. As always, losing my everloving mind over this. Gonna make a Cut so it's easier to scroll hehe-

First off, you are SO right about Killer fighting till he physically can't move. I think that the combat between Dream and Killer is actually decently drawn out, because Dream is kinda in a frenzy (Storm growing outside + just obliterated Cross as far as he knows) and as a mostly long-range attacker it was stupid of him to try and fight Killer alone in a confined space. Killer's fast, and has a lot more to lose if he loses this fight (Nightmare is still hidden but low key stuck, and Dream is very adamant about ending his life) so he gets up close and personal for a while and lands quite a few solid attacks. However, Killer has also heard about Dream. He saw the distress on his little face when Cross admitted who had sent him and why. How Nightmare refused to send an assassination party to end things prematurely. This is Night's brother, so Killer won't kill him. As much as he wants to.

This leaves him at a direct disadvantage, and anytime he backs off to recoup Dream shoots arrows at him. (I also think he took a couple on purpose, because where he'd hidden Nightmare was the trajectory and he couldn't block it fast enough). And then, I like to think that when Killer gets in really close one time, Dream summons his blades, the ones he was still a novice with. But! One of Them peirces Killer's outer ring of his soul, and Dream jabs upwards (kinda using his other hand on the hilt to have more force) and wedges it into Killer's spine just past his ribcage. When Dream does this it his the magical equivalent of a vein, and when he shoves Killer away and off his blade, the other can only stay upright for a few stumbles before he teeters and falls onto his back.

Soul out in the open, covered in wounds (I like to think Dream's arrows peirce and burn), and now bleeding and seemingly paralyzed, Dream pulls out his bow again, ready to shoot Killer straight in his target soul. But, he's still selfish, and he wants to monolgue a bit, curse Killer (who he believes has been controlling his brother for so long) and shoots his hand, then a gash in his neck from a well-placed arrow, until he can see that dusty layer rising on Killer's bones signaling it'll be a slow death.

But, when he finishes cursing out Killer, is ready to fire the final shot? Nightmare had been hiding in a wardrobe, when Killer had stopped talking he'd gotten worried and peeked out against his better judgement. Now, with the scene, he rushes into the crossfire and, like we've discussed, the arrow ricochets off the mask and knocks it off, revealing Night in his teen form.

And it's a quick pleading, a desperate little plea from Nightmare not to kill Killer, or hurt his knights or the people. To just stop. And Dream, after his moment of shock + probing Night's emotions to find this really is him, scoops him up. His intention was to finish Killer off, but the storm outside roars louder and he can feel a strong emotion hurrying his way, so he decides to retreat. Killer should bleed out anyways.

And now finally to your point!!! Ccino is absolutely the best option! The Knights have no idea what's happening inside, and all they can. Do to help is keep Blue and Ink occupied. Cross is down for the count and looking rough, and they just have to trust that Killer got Night out or somewhere safe. Ccino? Ccino finished his part of the job, efficient af, and is rushing to go find Nightmare and Killer. He doesn't know Dream got in, he doesn't know quite where they'd be, but he can kinda sus it out based on carnage and wet steps in the halls where *soneone* got it. If they did, Killer would probably be stalling with Night nearby.

And like u said, he gets there and finds Killer actively dying, and crisis management kicks in! Ough everything about this moment is so perfect... Ccino never learned medicine, and has no healing magic, so he can only make Killer a little more comfortable and put pressure on his wounds to try and stop the bleeding. And he *sees* that soul injury. No matter how well he staunches the blood flow with his apron, that would surely kill him without treatment. And Killer seems to still be conscious, but barely. He's fading. And silent, which is deeply eerie and Wrong.

And good gods. Killer wanting so so bad to confess because, he's gonna die anyways so he wants to get it out, but he Literally can't say anything?? Wauhh!!!!!

And Ccino reaching out to the Veing in the castle... praying, begging for Killer to be saved, because Ccino refuses to leave him alone, and also refuses to lose him. Killer was Night's first knight, the most important person in that kid's world (Ccino doesn't count himself). All the Knights rely on Killer for guidance and support. Ccino needs Killer in his life, this idiot, this criminal, is somehow one of his favorite people in this castle. Please, please, please don't let him go. Keep him here until help arrives. *please*.

And the Castle obliges. Not only is Killer the one who protected Nightmare, the prince who is restoring this land, but Killer is one Ccino values. Ccino is here, stopping his wounds, begging for help to save a life. He hasn't done that before.

And!!! The description from Killer's perspective!!!!! For all intents and purposes, it seems the warm friendly voice (Chara!!!) Should be the one he follows. It's gentle, beckoning towards a soft glow, it's peaceful. And then the tree's method of getting Killer back is to snag him. Darkness, unpleasant contact that stabs and pricks and scratches. It's not nice, it's not subtle, it's dragging him back into pain and agony of his injuries (even if it's not immediate). But Killer doesn't fight because he hears Ccino! Even if he doesn't process that it's him, it unlocks something in his core that makes him decide to take the hard route and push back through that dense forest until he's back to the living realm. Still on death's door, but alive!

Oh I love this visual so dearly, frothing at the mouth about it....

And ofc the aftermath. Dream couldn't find the main entrance, so he snuck out a servant's door and signaled from outside that he was ready to go. The militia (I think the guard was busy holding off militia members from entering the castle walls) retreats first, scattering into town and Rogers demands no pursuit, hold the walls strong. Then Blue and Ink narrowly escape by simply using Ink's magic puddles, appearing somewhere else in the city through a big enough rain puddle. (Though, miles out they're still dodging the occasional lightning strike).

Only after they're too far off do the knight rush back. Horror's got Cross (in critical condition due to a blow to the side of his ribs+spine but ultimately stable) and Dust leads the way to search for Night and Killer, also following the trail Dream had left, and... they find Ccino and Killer. Killer is very very much limp in Ccino's lap, they're basically sitting in a pool of Killer's blood, and Ccino upon spotting them rapidly tells Dust to go find a healer and bring them here. Immediately.

Horror sets Cross nearby and focuses his efforts on trying to help Ccino put pressure on Killer's wounds but he can't do much either.

But, y'know, the healers who have magic for it are able to stabilize him (they are flabbergasted that he's not dead) and Cross is alright too. Dust + Horror go searching for Night. Nowhere to be found.

[gojoscalico]

Turn Back Time || f o u r

Summary: You were never sure when it started to fall apart but it did. 10 Years later and now you're facing him again. Will it reignite the feelings you both once had for one another? Or will you both end up walking away from each other once again? Word Count: 1859 A/N: WARNING!! This chapter does mention graphic violence. Also there is no flashback this story! But I promise more of the past will be revealed. Tags: @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @thefictionalcharacterssimp @picievi <-Previous Next ->

In a desperate attempt to protect Shoko you had found the nearest thing you can outside of the pavilion and swapped out their position using whatever time was left to make sure that you weren’t crushed by the roof caving in. In a slight second, you saw a piece of shrapnel positioned in a way that it would pierce a vital organ. You focused your technique to protect it. A technique that you had mastered while fighting overseas. Fuck. It still hurt as it tore through your skin. You held your technique, protecting the organ and keeping the rubble from caving in all while bleeding out, keeping yourself awake. Fuck. You were slowly going unconscious but you tried your best to stay awake because as soon as you closed your eyes, your technique would be released and you were unaware of how long it was going to be before anyone was going to rescue you. Fuck. “Sa..Satoru…” You let out in desperation followed by a cough of blood. Shit. But you knew no one was able to hear you. How long has it been? You were only sure of one thing. It felt like forever. You were unable to concentrate on what was going on outside. One unfocused second and you were dead, you knew that. 

You smiled as you thought about dying. You chuckled to yourself a little, closing your eyes for a second since they were starting to feel heavy. You just wanted one thing before dying and it was seeing Satoru’s face again. You just wanted an opportunity to tell him how much you loved him. You imagined  his face until suddenly you felt the pressure of the rubble subside. You opened your eyes weakly smiling as you saw Satoru’s horrified expression,“T-Toru…I–” You coughed up some blood. You felt relief taking over your body as you released the technique that held the rubble up. “I’ve got you princess…I always got you…” You slowly close your eyes as you know that once you release the technique protecting your organ Shoko has seconds before you bleed out. You took one last breath in before closing your eyes. It’s all up to you now.

You slowly opened your eyes looking around at your surroundings. You were in a makeshift tent for ones who were injured during the attack. “Y/N! You’re awake!” You sat up wincing at the pain radiating from the right side of your abdomen. You placed your hand where the shrapnel had been. It was gone and you were no longer in critical condition but it was still slightly bleeding. “Sorry, I used up what I could to stop the bleeding but I needed to reserve more energy into healing whoever else was hurt. After I get some rest–”

“Shoko, I need to fight.” Shoko glared at you, “ABSOLUTELY NOT.” You were startled by her sudden change of tone. She had never once raised her voice at you. No matter how stupid the things you were planning, she always handled everything with a cool attitude. “Please…my students…” Shoko let out a deep sigh as her eyes teared up, “Y/N…Satoru and Suguru they got it…okay? And besides we got promising students this year…they’ll be fine. So please…don’t die.” You looked down at your fingertips as you watched tears streaming down her face. You patted her head with a gentle smile, “Okay…sorry. Why don’t I help you dress wounds until you can heal them.” Shoko sighed as she used whatever was left of her energy to heal your wound so you can help her.

Hours passed and the tent was full of students who have reached their limit in fighting the special-grade curses that had attacked the school. You sat next to one of the kids who watched as his friends were being treated. “We almost had him Sensei…and now look at Megumi and Nobara…they fought so hard and I couldn't even–” You smiled at the pink-haired kid pointing at a black-haired boy and the brown-haired girl,who had an uncanny resemblance to Shoko in her younger days, next him who was unconscious laying on their beds, currently being treated by Shoko, “You’re Yuuji right?” You interrupted as he nodded, “Listen, you’re only a kid. A new sorcerer at that…no one expects you to know the hows of being a sorcerer yet but you held out pretty well until an adult, who by the way has more experience than you, came. And your friends, they're in good hands…Shoko is the best there is.” You watched as he slowly wept. You remembered that feeling of facing a special-grade and watching as your friends nearly lose their life. You delicately placed a hand on his head, patting it, “You did well Yuuji…Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Sensei…thank you.” You giggle as he gets up with a slight blush. You watched as he sat on a chair in between his friends. He was adamant in waiting until they had woken up before he could rest. The dedication the three of them had reminded you of the bond that Suguru, Satoru and Shoko had. Suddenly you were filled with the need to protect the three of them. From anyone and anything that threatens their peace. Just as you did 10 years ago. Lost in thought you didn’t notice that Shoko had sat down next to you. “The black-haired kid is Satoru’s kid, you know?” You tilted your head in confusion, doing the math in your head that the kid was way too old to be Satoru’s kid even if he had him at fourteen. Shoko laughed as she saw the confusion on your face.

“I don’t know if you remember the Riko case…” You nodded, “The assassin that was after her… he had a kid he wanted to protect from the Zen’in clan. He told Satoru about him before he passed and he protected him…and has been like a father to him since.” You looked down playing with your hands as you fell into deep thought. Satoru had changed from the arrogant and selfish man into someone who will watch someone’s kid after he had put him through a near death experience. Especially since that someone had nearly pushed Suguru into a dark place if you hadn’t helped buy time for Satoru to heal himself and save the three of you. Sometimes you had always wondered how different life would be for all of you if Satoru hadn’t gotten there in time to save the three of you. But he did so there was no point in dwelling in the past. 

“Hello…?” Your train of thought broke as you noticed someone had been waving their hand in front of you. You looked up to see it was Satoru, your eyes meeting those beautiful cursed eyes. You felt a sudden relief to see that he was only covered in scratches and dirt, nothing life-threatening. “Woah why are you crying?”

“Huh?” You finally noticed the blurred vision as the tears dropped down your cheeks. You weren’t even aware that you had been crying since the moment you met his eyes. Embarrassed, you started to wipe them off but they continued to fall. “Th…This is weird…why am I crying suddenly?” Satoru gave you a tender look as he lifted you up from your seat and pulled you into a hug. “I’m okay princess…” You were shocked by the sudden change in his demeanor towards you but you started to cry harder as you hugged him tighter, digging your face deeper into his arms, “I guess I am just happy that you are okay…I wasn’t sure if you were going to be…and I…I” Your tiny whimpers turning into sobs as he affectionately patted your head, “Shh…It’s okay…I’m okay why don’t you just take a deep breath.” You nod as you take a step back and take three deep breaths to calm your nerves down.

You weren’t ever this emotional until after you had thought you lost Satoru. You remember seeing red until he had walked in pulling your asses out of a deep battle with Toji. “I’m sorry…” Satoru shook his head, “There is nothing to be sorry about…I’m just glad that you’re okay and you were able to save Shoko and help her with the people here.” You smiled as you looked around, “I made the right choice then…prioritizing Shoko was ideal since she would’ve been a greater help to the people than I would’ve been.” You looked up to see Satoru’s pained expression. “Stop doing that…weighing your worth with logic. If I had to choose between the both of you I would’ve chosen you. Not because you would’ve been a better help but because I…still love you and I would always choose you over everyone.”

Your heart dropped hearing those words come out of Satoru’s lips. No. “No…Satoru I…,” You hesitated unsure if you should continue this charade of denying your true feelings for him. But you were aware that if you had asked him to, he would destroy the world for you. But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to show the Gojo clan that you love him because he was Toru. Not because he was Gojo Satoru. “I…don’t love you anymore…,” Your heart broke as you saw the broken-hearted expression on his face, “Besides I shouldn’t be your priority…they should be,” You stated as you pointed at Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi as you walked away. Satoru watched you walk away. Your shoulder slumped as they did when you were hiding the fact that you were crying. He knew whatever it was you said, you didn’t mean it. Which meant you had still loved him too.

He followed you outside the tent to see you facing Riko. Fuck. You stared at Riko who had a bewildered look on her face. You notice her gaze move through you as she softens her gaze and runs past you into Satoru’s arms. “Babe!” You turned around to see her in Satoru’s arms. His eyes locked into yours. “Riko…what are you doing here?” You were unsure why you weren’t able to move your feet no matter how much you willed it to do so. Somehow you stood there as if whatever it is you just heard was not real. Riko couldn’t possibly be dating Satoru. Right? I mean she was just a kid when you all met her. But your heart clenched as you realized that you guys weren’t kids anymore. “I heard about the attack and I got worried so I raced towards the school as soon as I could. I’m glad you’re okay.” “I'm good, princess…see?” Gojo replied as he flailed his arms around. Princess. Somehow a nickname you once adored suddenly you hated again. You chuckled to yourself as you bit the inside of your cheek trying to stop any tears that tried to escape turning around but somehow still stuck in place. Of course he moved on. You were still frozen in place but as soon as you heard Satoru and Riko’s footsteps get farther away from you it was like you were free to move again. Fuck.

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“Leonardo.”

A female voice that Leo had heard before in recordings addressed him with a single word greeting. She sounded pleased. Unusual considering the past circumstances. “Augustine,” Leo responded casually, willing the rest of the fog to leave his brain. He had a lot of questions, but none that he wanted to ask her. Other than something to further annoy her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Augustine’s eye twitched, and she crossed her arms despite her smile never falling. “You speak as though this is your home, and I’m the visitor,” she pointed out.

Leo could only grin slightly, having achieved his goal. “Well, it’s just been so easy for me to come and go as I please.”

Now the smile fell into a frown. But just for a moment before she forced it back. “And yet you’ve never once stopped for a proper chat.”

“You know how it is. I’d hate to pull you away from your work. I’m just it’s been taking up a lot of your time,” Leo jabbed again, his head clear now and mind already examining where he was. Simple restraints, they had taken his weapons, and bags, but nothing else. He could probably get out of this.

“...You’re a daring creature to continue to antagonize me despite your current position…” The smile had faded again, and Leo could tell Augustine was tired of playing the game of banter they had been engaged in. Eventually she shrugged it off, memory of recent revelations lifting her mood. “No matter. Despite your attempts to prevent my work from progressing I relish to inform you that it has all been in vain.” Her phone was slipped from her lab coat pocket, and after a few taps she held the screen up for Leo to see. “I’m not nearly proud enough to conceal the fact it was an accident. I was merely attempting to capture you four by targeting mutant turtle signatures with a mystic influence. And while I caught one, these other two gems decided to… do me the favor of proving my hypothesis true.”

The first video Augustine showed him caused Leo so suck in a hissed breath, a much too small mutant turtle trapped on the floor and crowded by people in surgical coats. Needles and blades in their hands, smaller than what he’d seen in person with Bishop, but no less infuriating. And then she swiped her screen across to switch to a different, even smaller mutant turtle that was blessedly still asleep in his fetters. “Augustine…,” Leo growled, a warning tone saturating his voice and his brows furrowed.

“Oh don’t get so worked up. I don’t plan on killing them. I need them alive to track how they adjust to this dimension. How else am I supposed to confirm it’s safe? You and your brothers refuse to answer my questions afterall,” Augustine chided, chuckling in bubbling excitement. She was pleased to see that the first subject seemed to be calming down. Either because he realized the futility of his struggle, or because her employees had sedated him she wasn’t sure. But she’d rather not have another incident like with Evangeline. “And you, of course, are my constant for comparison. I anticipate their biological structure is much more similar to you than to humans. Obviously. So as a native of this dimension I’ll be keeping you for my tests as well. But as for your brothers…”

She was gloating. And Leo knew she was, but he was still curious when she trailed off, her phone vibrating in a silent call distracting her and earning a slight frown before she answered it, turning away from her captive. “Yes?” She sounded irritated, listening to the quick response and narrowing her eyes as she was informed of their intruders. “Tch…. Gas them,” she spoke after a moment to consider her decision. “Yes, I’m sure. Once they fall unconscious we can capture them and revitalize them, to a point. But if they ended up dying then it is no loss. I still have the others. Make sure the frontlines have the portable nullifiers as well.”

Leo had to keep from smiling when it sounded like his brothers were already there to rescue them all. They had acted fast. That was good. And it sounded like they were further in the building than Augustine had expected. But her response was definitely concerning, and only motivated Leo’s resolve to escape on his own. When she ended the call and half turned back to him he decidedly kept his expression neutral.

“Well, it seems your brothers have skittered their way inside sooner than expected. So you’ll have to excuse me while I deal with them elsewhere. Be good and stay silent, or I may have to sedate you,” she ordered, turning to leave the room without waiting for a response.

A raised brow was all Augustine got from Leo as he waited for the door to hiss closed. Then after a count of ten, or actually eight, he started twisting his hands, testing the tightness of the restraints on him. They hadn’t even bothered to take his tactical sleeves off. If he could just slide his hand through and slip one of them off, then getting the other off would be easy. Just squish his thumb in close to his palm, shift his weight as much as he could to let gravity help, nevermind the sharp pain building in his joint.

A series of soft clicks abruptly released all tension in Leo’s limbs, dropping him to the floor where he caught himself on the balls of his feet and fingertips. That was odd. Leo didn’t think he’d triggered anything that would disengage the restraints. And it was increasingly suspicious when the same door Augustine had left hissed open once more. Suspicious, until the protocol announcement coming through the intercom in the hallway was overridden by a familiar code.

“Flight 182, this is ground control, you are clear for landing.”

April. Leo thought, breaking into a wide smile as the redirected airplane chatter fizzled out. So this definitely wasn’t something Augustine was doing to manipulate him, or the others. Running out of the room, Leo gave one of the cameras a wave and a smile, just in case Mom April could see him, and continued his escape down the hallway bathed in red and white lights.

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I wasn't sure what to draw for this one, but inevitably frog Leo won X'D

[evix-syne666]

Is this a prompt? ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

So we know that at some point (at least in an animated series) Jason raised Damian before going back to Gotham and becoming Red Hood. So, what if Damian gets seriously injured while on patrol, and Jason, who has regained some memories of being the primary caregiver of baby Damian, is the one who witnessed Damian get injured, let's say by a gunshot close to or in a vital organ.

Damian is lying on the ground, struggling to breathe, he is scared, but his training doesn't allow him to show it. He is panicking, because despite all his training he is a child, he is only ten. He lets out a small whimper, he is in pain, it hurts to breathe, and moving is out of the question.

Jason, who saw when Damian got shot, suddenly remembers a time when he was encouraging Damian to take his first step, he sees himself helping Damian with his stance as he holds a sword, and he remembers bandaging Damian after training and one of his teachers went too far. He runs, he runs as fast as he can to be by Damian's side. He drops to his knees ignoring the pain as he hits the ground, he gently grabs Damian and brings him closer to his chest. He whispers encouraging words, he is crying, and he takes off his helmet to allow Damian to look at his face.

Damian is confused as to why Jason is holding him so gently, why is his babi(Daddy), no his 'akh (Brother) is holding him so gently, he unconsciously leans closer to Jason, he lets his warmth soothe him.

Jason is panicking, but he finally remembers his abn(son), his mawlud dhukir(Baby boy), and he is losing him, his altiniyn altifl(Baby Dragon) is dying, he holds Damian close to him as if his life depended on it, he cries as he holds him.

Bruce is confused and scared, he sees his second oldest son run towards his badly injured brother and take off his helmet, he fears that Jason will take off in a pit rage, but his fears are unfounded, as he only sits there holding Damian as if he were the most important thing on the world, he doesn't understand why, and he hates it, he hates not understanding.

Jason ignores the way Bruce is looking at him, he ignores it to try and stop Damian's bleeding, he can't see, his tears are blurring his vision, and the domino mask makes it impossible for them to fall. He rips it off not giving a fuck about his identity being discovered. He feels Damian go limp on his hold, he turns around and starts screaming at Bruce to help his goddamn son, he is hysterical.

The others try to approach to take Damian from Jason, but he isn't letting them get near them, he threatens them and points his gun at them. His baby is dying, and he can't do anything about it. He stands up gently holding Damian and he runs to the Batmobile, he yells at Bruce to open it, and when it unlocks he doesn't let go of Damian, he climbs to the passenger seat and puts the coordinates towards the Batcave, he doesn't wait for any them to take off.

He arrives at the cave and barrels to the med bay, he rips Damian's uniform off, grabs the med kit, and gets to work. He takes out the bullet and stitches the wound, he knows this isn't the worst injury Damian has experienced, but it is the first time he remembers being the one on the raise Damian, he was the one who took care of him, fed him, changed him, bathed him, he is this kids father more than Bruce is.

Just an idea, I don't know where to go from here :3 You can use this if you want to <3

Btw, I used google translate so if it's not accurate please tell me, I don't know Arabic so if someone could correct me would be greatly appreciated ^^

[dietmountaindewbae]

Can you do Stockholm syndrome with alex please? (any Alex era) 🙈

xvi. velvet crowbar

alex turner x reader

requested by anonymous

word count: 10k

summary: Would you rather be missed or missing? On a dark night, you walked lonely and cold, contemplating your life, and you thought it was like a flower slowly rotting dry, and dead, no one could stop it, until (2014) Alex saves you in the most unusual way you fall in love with a dying man.

warnings: ch*king, sp*tting, age gap, vi*lence, degrad*tion, bru*ses, bl*od, m*rder, kn*fe play, g*ns, dr*gs, ga*ging, mentions of sub*stance abuse and su*cide.

song recommendation: velvet crowbar by lizzy grant

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Silent, and still was the night, a lonely and dark walk to get to your house awaited you, you didn't mind the silence, it's been a while since you heard that in this city, muffled were the sounds of the cars that drove down the high way, you wrapped your arms together, hoping that any drunk man would drive down the sidewalk and act as if they own you but it wouldn't be the first time some prick chased you down, inviting you in, you prayed nothing like that happened, you thought it was way worse than your father finding out you sneaked out, or the other times you did.

You spotted a dark and relucent limousine parked on the same sketchy alley you had to walk thru to get to your house sooner, you thought it was an odd place to be, maybe someone abandoned it there, or it simply belonged to the chauffeur, either way, you speeded your way down the alley, then out of nowhere you felt a wave of shivers enveloping your whole body when you heard a loud tut, you turned around a strange magnetism to the car took over you, it was silent before you could take another step, then you heard muffled shouting, it horrified you, your mind told you to walk but you stayed put, scared to death and frozen.

You heard a man shouting again, more reluctant this time, you heard his whipping, and the gasping for air, you felt his anger, and how furious he felt, you ran back to the car, and knocked on the window, but he was silent, and the man murmured something you didn't understand.

The windows of the car slowly unraveled the man, his forehead bleeding each time he screamed, his eyes blood red shoot, his cheeks burned, drenched in sweat and blood all over his suit, he was frightened for himself, for his life, his eyes turned side to side, he kept yelling, you didn't know what to do, you knew you had to help him, suddenly he quiets down when he saw someone walking from the shadows, quickly you tried to unlock the door, and he dropped to the floor, you dragged him across the floor, he yelled in pain, you saw he had a knife stuck on his leg pouring more blood on the street, the shadow man ran your way while the other man kept yelling "run! run!" to you, finally the shadows caught up to you as you ran away as far as possible, he wrapped his arms around you, covering your mouth, he backed you up against the wall.

"If you scream, I swear that I will stick this down your throat..." A knife pressed against your neck, "Understood?" His eyes, they were on fire.

"I do..." You managed to say, he dropped you back to the ground putting the knife inside his pocket and taking out a gun from the inside of his coat, his arm wrapped around your shoulders while he points it against your waist

"If you try to run, scream... you understand what's gunna happen to you, right darlin'?" You nodded, "Good, good..." He whispered, "Now move your pretty legs" He dragged you back to the alley, the man laying on the floor unconscious, you prayed over and over it didn't turn out to be you, the door swung open, and he pushed your body inside the car and shut the door, you took a last glance at those vibrant green eyes of the man, they cried for mercy.

He gave out his final yells, he was like an animal, and the shadows were the hunters, you heard the last bang of his gun, silence. The shadows dragged his body to the trunk, and he shut it harshly, he went to the driver's seat and made a call, "It's done... this is the last warnin' I'm taking it all," He said, he glanced at you thru the rare view, you shut your eyes tightly, not being able to face the reality that you might not get out, that you might not escape he could kill you, you felt tears running down your cheeks and your nose swelling up, you were panting, needy for air, your heart was racing for the commotion, your eyes began to close, your body giving out on the blood-stained leather seats.

Your eyes slowly opened up, the lights were so shiny you couldn't see properly where you were, you began to feel unsteady looking for a way to escape, you were in somebody's bedroom thankfully you still had the same clothes as yesterday but there was blood splashed all over your jeans and your top, you jumped out of the bed, quietly looking for a widow or door to scape, you glanced to your right, they had a balcony in the room, you shut the door and locked it, putting a small shelf to be safer, and you opened the balcony, putting your legs over the railing.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," You froze, and you glanced at him, it was the same man from yesterday, you vividly remembered his thick British accent, "You obviously don't remember what I told you yesterday, right darlin'?" You jumped back inside, shutting the balcony door, hiding inside the closet, he unlocked your door and kept pushing until he managed to open the door, you saw everything thru the crack of the closet's doors, "We're gonna play hide and seek, aren't we?" He announced, "I'll count to three, and if by then you're not out, well... I'll guess you'll find out yourself," You were horrified by this man, how could he kill you, you didn't do anything.

"1..." He said, you felt him walk closer to the closet, he knew exactly where you were, "2..." you shut your eyes tightly, but he swung open the doors, "Please come out of there," He asked not so politely, you did what he said, "Lay down on the bed" You didn't move but he walked towards you, his eyes staring right back at yours, they were angry, demanding, but hurt in some way, you didn't realize when the back of your knees touched the bed, "That wasn't so hard" He pulled a chair, and grabbed a bowl with water, and a fresh cloth, there was another one, stained with blood, "That's not yours," He cleared out, "You passed out on the seats," He dipped the edge of the cloth inside the water, he cleaned your face, starting with your cheeks, you finally saw his whole face, his big nose, chapped thin lips and his almond brown eyes, his milk chocolate hair fixed up in a messy 50's quiff, the dark circles, his cheekbones, and stubbed beard, his jawline, sharp as a knife, but not as sharp as that look he had, you felt little, you couldn't look at them, after everything, you wondered why wasn't he hiding his face.

"Where are we?" You asked him in the quietest way.

"Somewhere really safe, outside the city, it's like my vacation house," You shifted on the bed, this time it was serious, you were very far from home, and you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing to be away and with a stranger that could kill you if he pleases to do so, "I'm not gonna kill you... if you collaborate" He said your full name, "I know who you are... but mostly I know everything that you did, shoplifting, skipping class, sneaking out, even the drugs you have bought, the vodka bottles you've stolen along with cigarettes, and other things, very cute girlie things to do, regardless of that you're a decent student, I'm not surprised any colleges want to accept you, but you faked your birth certificate, didn't you? and your name, everything... you're smart," He said with a smudge smirk on his face, "One sister, a small family circle but I'm sure they don't care enough about you, your sister, Ivy league thanks to a scholarship, of course, your father wouldn't be able to pay that, and here it says you turned 19 the other day, happy birthday" He chuckled.

"Why didn't you kill me?" You said, but he was silent.

"I need you for something," He said, "Then I will let you go" He sounded legitimate when he said that.

"Why won't you think I won't go to the police?" He leaned in closer.

"Because if you don't, and you won't, I'll clean your records, I'll put you inside the best college you could ever be in, and I'll get you and your sister out of that shit hole that you're in, I'll give you a better life, and a fresh beginning" Your sister took care of you like no one else, this was your chance to get you and your sister out, to get her a better place to live and to work, the stakes were high but you had nothing else to lose.

"What do I need to do?" You said he composed himself, throwing the towel to his shoulder.

"That man you saw yesterday, he did something really fucked up to me, but the people he worked for, that's the real target, tomorrow there's gonna be a party at one of their underground clubs, you and I are going there, put a show for them, and I'll take what I need, easy as that" He scrubbed the blood out of your neck, "I would've hired someone else to go as my accompaniment but then you appeared so... if you want to leave, then you'll do as I say..." He grabbed a hold of your neck, "Got it?" You said yes with your head, "I'll get you something nice, doll you up, and we'll go"

You began to think the worse out of this situation, what if another man try to approach you, and take advantage, what if you even had to kill someone, "I... won't have to-"

"The only one who's gonna get their hands dirty is that man, not you or me... just that man" He assured you, he picked up his things and headed out.

"Where are you going?" You asked, he glanced at you and closed the door, you were confused, scared, and worried about your sister, what if someone tried to do something to her or even hurt her? you began to feel guilty about all of the things you've done, you felt like everyone you've ever loved could be in danger, and if anything happened to them... it would be your fault, maybe you were exaggerating but there still was a small possibility, did anyone even cared to look for you in the first place?

"I got you clothes" He referred to you by your name, "There's a bathroom right down the hall," You waited for him to leave, and you followed his orders, if you wanted to get out, that's the only option you had, you grabbed your clothes, and headed to the bathroom, you heard him in the other room talking.

"No, that scumbag is dirty!... shut the fuck up and listen to me! He will pay for the shit he has done to me, Matt, and my mother" You heard his voice crack, when he said the name of his mother, "Listen I got this under control Miles, the only thing you have to do is nothing! He won't get away with this... and he will suffer just like he did to me, but this will be worse... at least for him, this will be different, way different than the last times, of course, it isn't my way but at least this is better," He chuckled.

"Listen, Alex-" He hung up, Alex was his name, and he shut the door closed when he saw you staring back, you ran to the bathroom.

You locked the door and stepped inside the shower, little blood running down your body, as you washed your body with soap, you sigh, too tired, with bruised arms, tired neck, and legs, you sat on the shower letting the water wash your body, like rain dots, and you cried like a baby, runny mascara tears on your cheeks, you heard a crack at the door, and squeaked close again. You put your clothes on, they had a very strong scent to them, he gave you his navy blue sweater that fell off your shoulder and a pair of sweatpants that dropped your hips, you felt warm, almost like a big hug.

Two knocks at your door made you tremble once inside your room, "It's me" He said, you backed up against a corner, "I got you some books and food?" He put the food on the vanity along with your books.

"I- mean, yeah I will... after you leave"

He sighed your name, "Look, darlin'... " He sat down on the floor, grabbing your wrist and sitting next to him, "I won't do anything to you if you don't want to eat, I understand, I'm not a fucking psychopath, I'm sure you heard me name, right?"

"Alex, yeah?" You asked and he nodded with his head.

"The job begins tomorrow, so you'll be out sooner than you think" He lightly smiled at you.

"What makes you think I'm the right person to help you?" He could've asked another girl, with more experience, way more professional than you just like he said, so why were you still there?

"'Cause none of those arseholes knows you or has seen your face, plus you weren't that bad at shoplifting, this is sort of like that" He took out his phone, "And you looked cute doing it" He showed you the video when the cameras caught you putting a top inside your purse, "And look at those" He swiped to the next pictures.

You gasped exhaling a laugh when you saw your mug shots from that day, "Gosh, where did you get these?!" You couldn't stop laughing, you wore a wig, your makeup was all trashed, and your shirt broke, good times.

"No one will guess you were the one who was helping me, your face irradiates innocence, and you're too pure to be considered a threat," The moment you looked back at him, your eyes looked down to the floor, he admitted you were cute and pure, you felt something strange when you felt his shoulder against yours.

"Do you think I can have a gun?" He chuckled loudly.

"Clearly the answer is no" You looked down at the floor.

"But what if I need it? To protect myself, just in case anything goes wrong, you know?"

He put his hand on your knee, turning your face to look at his eyes, "I assure you everything will be ok, I'm gonna be with you all the time, alright?" His voice was so tender, it was hypnotizing, you found yourself staring at him for more than you should, and nodded, "Your sister asked where you were, and someone called Lily, I told your sister you were fine, you were staying at a friend's house, and I told Lily you were at home feeling sick" At least they did care about you.

"Thanks," You said to him, "And... did my sister tell you anything about my dad? Has he asked for me?" He slowly moved his head from side to side saying no, you felt as though you shouldn't have asked, but you thought there was a small chance he could've asked for you, but as always, what else could you expect?

"Don't feel stupid for askin'" He tells you, "I would've asked as well, I know my mum would've been worried and probably going all over the city, looking for me" He smiled but it was crooked.

"Yeah, my mom would've too," You said.

"I'm sorry," He said, "I shouldn't have said anything about-"

"It's ok, don't worry," You assured him.

"My mum," He said, "She's in a ward, one night, I woke up at my house alone, I was just a kid even though I wasn't tall enough I was smart enough to make meself breakfast, I spend three days alone until me dad came back, he said my mum had gotten sick and that she would be hospitalized, but she wasn't her, they said she was having a broad of psychosis and she was admitted to the ward," You listen to every word he said, "I knew she was fine, she was still herself but people simply wouldn't believe her, me dad did something to her, he tried to make me become him, shaped me into his own mold but I never listened, that's why I ran away at 17"

"Your dad is-"

"He's a very powerful man here since he moved to the States, he has lied, stolen, cheated, and hustled every last person that has helped with his business, the empire hotel, that franchise is his, they don't know what goes down in his secret clubs,"

"But I didn't know they had a-"

"Exactly," He said, "Clandestine, no one knows, only his star investors know about the girls, drugs, lies, money, I'm not a saint but that money doesn't belong to him, so I'm gonna take everything that once he loved, just like he did to me, this is more than just me, it's my mum... I recently found my mum's ward in Belgium, which took me more than it should, everything about her had changed, but her eyes told me what I already knew, she confirmed that he was the one who put her there, but she didn't say anything, me dad paid everyone there to keep eyes on her and keep her medicated... she can't speak or sometimes even walk" He was in it too deep.

"What's in for you?"

"I'm gonna take his business, his money, his life, and expose him" All of what he had confessed to you, you could feel his pain, his anger, his sadness, and no one that looked out for him or even cared, you still didn't know what happened to the guy he mentioned when he was on the phone, but you bet he was one of his father's victims.

"That's fucked up, I'm sorry to hear that," You tried to comfort him, caressing his shoulder.

"Everybody has a sad story," He turned his face to you, "Yours?"

You wrapped your arms around your legs, "My mom too, had complications after giving birth to me but the biggest was the depression, she never got better, one day my dad found her on the patio, passed out, she overdosed, but my dad said it was me and my sister's fault, my sister's because she had to take care of her, watch that she took the right doses every day, and me because, if they didn't have me then she would've never died," He covered his mouth with his fingers, "I think we both have a lot going on, right?" You wiped your nose.

"The only thing that made me wake up each morning was the hope that maybe one day I'd finally be free, we can help each other out, I can get you out" He assured you, cupping your cheeks, "I will get you out"

You held back your tears but your eyes betrayed you, "Why would you do that? I'm a horrible person, I lie, I cheat, I steal, why-"

"Your whole life, you were blamed for something you never did, you were painted like that, shaped like that, but you never had fit into that mold just like me, I know why you do the things you do, don't think you're not worthy of my help or anybody's help, I know you want to get out, so I'll help you"

Your vision was blurry, "It's too much" You crossed your arms and legs together, as you cried in silence, he opened your hand, caressing your knuckles, he was careful and delicate, he knew you were cracking, so fragile, "Take me to bed" He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, slowly wrapping your body, holding you in his big arms, "Can you... stay with me?"

"I thought you didn't want me to stay" You hold on to him like a puppy.

"Please, stay?" You asked him once more, he laid you down on the bed while he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on your knee, "Hold me... can you hold me?" You whispered, it was clear enough for him to listen, he reached you with his arm, laying down in bed next to you, holding you while you let your tears stain the soft pillows, his unusual warmth made you feel safe, and protected, but could you trust that?

The next morning, you woke up and felt no one, he had vanished, you scanned around your room for him, and you stepped outside, you felt scared to go out but you did anyway, you wanted to know why he had left, you wanted to see him, you heard three voices downstairs, you peeked thru the stairs.

"Karina, you got that article ready when I tell you, right love?" You hear the woman giggle.

"Of course, you can count on it" You saw him hug her and lightly peck her cheek.

"Miles, you've got all the evidence ready for court?" He grabbed a yellow envelope, and suddenly he spotted you listening, you quietly ran back to your room, "Excuse me for a moment" He said, chasing you to your room, he swung open the door and shut it, he pulled you up by the arm, and held you in place by the neck, while his other hand gathered your hair up, "Don't ever do that again, you stay in this room, and you won't go out unless I tell you so, got it?" You saw his eyes turn darker, covered in anger, his jaw clenched, and his lips in a straight line, you must've felt terrified of him, he could've easily choked you to death but something was holding him back.

"I-" He was chocking you too hard, you couldn't breathe, "I- You're hurting me, please" He loosened his grip, and dropped his hand from your hair, "I understand," You said, "I won't do it again" He left your room without saying another word to you slamming the door shut, your body dropped to the sheets, you cuddled up to a ball, you felt guilty, just as if you brought this onto yourself, you deserved that, you shouldn't have peeked, it wasn't your place, the less you knew the better, you wouldn't get involved, right? There were so many questions, you truly didn't want to know the answer to, like why does your heart stop whenever you looked at him, or when he entered your room? Why did you like it when he was angry and got violent? The strangling, the loud and animalistic exhales, the sharpness of his jaw, and the violence in his eyes, why do you feel tingles? why do you feel something about him?

You heard the nob of your door twist open, he stayed in the frame for a moment, he thought you were sleeping, he liked the way his navy blue sweater looked on you, it made your brown hair look darker, and he loved it, he liked it fitted you almost like a dress, all cuddled up into a tiny ball, with his hand on his hip he walked in, laid your dress for the night on the bed, he noticed the purple bruises on your neck, the redness of your lips, and your eyes a little puffy, suddenly his mind send him over to the feeling that broke his heart the most, feeling as though he had hurt you not only physically but emotionally as well, he was cold, he could be such an asshole, but when he saw you lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs, he could've crumbled completely if you cried.

Your eyes opened, and you felt he was looking at you and for whatever reason you stared at him back for a moment, something about his eyes, behind all of his coldness he finally had let you see right thru him, and the feeling of nakedness had taken over the two, there was nothing like the beauty of the exposure of that man's heart who had beautiful intentions easily misunderstood.

Not saying another word to you he left the most beautiful midi créme white dress laid on the bed for you, made out of silk with the silhouette of a corset with a slit on the leg and black velvet heels, he gave you a pair of black thigh-high black socks. You tried it on and you looked at yourself in the mirror, it had been a while since you felt this taken care of, he had picked out that dress only for you, thinking of you, it felt like he was spoiling you a little bit with this Dolce dress and heels.

He opened the door and smiled when he saw the dress on you, "I bought you some makeup too," He gave you a bag of Channel, and Dior makeup, a small black YSL purse, and perfumes for you to pick, "You've got two hours to get ready"

"You bought all of this for me?" You asked him, trying to hold your smile back.

He stared at you as he took out his golden cross chain from his neck, "Turn around" He laid it on top of your collarbone, "They don't need to know who you are, but they do need to see that somebody else owns you" He ran his hands thru your hair, he took out a small box from the pocket of his jeans, "That's for you too... wear it on your ring finger, and before I leave, don't cover up the bruises" He seemed serious about that part, he shut the door and left you all alone once more when you opened up the box there was a beautiful ring inside, with a stamp and a symbol even though you couldn't point out what exactly that was but nevertheless you wore it where he told you to, you smiled when you saw it on your hand.

"What's wrong with you?" You whispered to yourself in the mirror, why were you letting yourself think more than you should? After tonight you would be long gone, and he... he would forget about you, you shouldn't cling to the smallest details, you had to face the truth, maybe no one else has ever spoiled you this way, thought about you so meticulously, but Alex would let you go, and you will be obligated to forget any of this happened.

Since you had two hours, you decided to take your time with your hair, decided to do a quick blowout with a drier and a brush, the dress reminded you a lot of Claudia Schiffer, and her shoot with Joseph Gordon for the GQ magazine, so you went for a very feminine and elegant eye look, you wished you could stay with everything he had gifted you, or maybe he would, you finished just by the time he knocked on your door, watching you spray Poison Girl on your neck.

"I'm done," You said to him, "Do I look ok?"

He memorized every last bit of you, you were the type of girl he had daydreamed about, the type of girl that lives in his memory but is gone when he's present, he felt his heart tore, even if it was the smallest cut, it hurt, "You're beautiful" He said, "Come with me" You held his hand and finally went down the stairs for the first time, his house was huge, filled with art deco, sculptures, light, and the smell of cigarettes and black coffee, he had a piano by the living room with 4 guitars, the biggest book collection you had ever seen with comfy couches, and a batman poster, he had another living area with a TV, but you didn't have enough time to see everything, you turned to watch the moonlight reflect on his pool, the stars glimmering in the water.

You turned to look at him, he looked so handsome with his all-black suit and silver belt, and perfectly gelled slick back hair, "It's time," He said to you, you held his hand once more and went inside the limo, the same one as last time, you began to feel the same giddy feeling as the time before, repulsion and nausea, "Listen, what you're gonna do once inside, you're gonna go with the girls they'll be partying everywhere, and you're gonna sneak behind the bar, there's a small office with a big window facing the pool, you're gonna put this drive in the computer, and you'll go back to me, pretend that you had too much to drink, and we'll be out, I'll distract everyone there, this is very important and everything must be executed perfectly, there's no excuse, it's not too hard for you, right babe?" You said no with your head, and he immediately picked up on what was wrong with you, he put his arm around you, "Everything's gonna be ok, have this" He gave you a burner phone "I trust that you won't call anyone because you know better than that, I put my number there, in case anything goes wrong, call me, and I'll be there" You nodded, when you looked at him in the eyes, suddenly you had forgotten everything was wrong, you knew if you held on to his words tightly everything would be ok.

He went out of the car and opened the door for you, he grabbed your hand and headed thru the back door of the hotel, The Empire Hotel, his dad's hotel, you felt chills, you could keep it cool but for how long?

Behind the red couching doors there was a whole other part of the hotel, the bar was full of girls dancing around in just some loose underwear, and a few of them had no bras on, you felt strange wearing a dress while the rest seemed to be way more comfortable with just some panties and a bra, you glanced at Alex but his look was straight, aiming towards a table full of men smoking cigars and drinking Martinis, "I see you already began without me, Mark!" All of the men stood up with open arms to greet Alex and you, some of them were in their 30s or 40s, and some looked old enough to be your grandfather, all of the hugging you, their arms around your lower back and their hands holding your hips, they kissed the crook of your lip.

"I see what you got here Turner! Fresh meat" Alex held you close to him his hand on your hip, gripping it hard and possessively, "Not so fresh anymore, right fellas?" All of the men laughed at the bruises on your neck, "What's your name, cherry pie?"

"Where's David?" Alex interrupted, it was part of his plan to confront him, tell him exactly what was he going to do, but the creepy old man began an eye contest with you, his smudge and filthy smirk, and eyes made you feel disgusting, his breath stunk of liquor and cigars, he was relatively handsome, white hair, tall and fit but you had someone better. Alex squished your hand tightly, and you his fingers.

"He couldn't make it, something came up for him" He quickly answered Alex, he came back to you, "Join the other girls to play, let the grown-ups talk for a bit, yeah?" He referred to Alex, as he cupped your cheek and played with your nose, "You're something else, aren't you?" You were quiet, "Liz!" A blonde-haired girl came up to the table, she had the most tender and friendly smile, and you immediately felt better around her presence, "Hey ya baby girl, gimme a kiss" She leaned in forward to give him a small peck on the lips, "Settle her in, I bet you have something nice for her to wear" He smacked her ass, and she giggled.

"Sure daddy, come with me" She held your hand and Alex followed you behind, he grabbed your hand pulling you away from her, and leaned forward to give you a kiss lightly caressing your neck with his thumb, he caught you off guard but you immediately returned the kiss, something inside had switched the moment his lips pressed against yours, he took the advantage to slip his tongue inside your mouth, your heart was giddy just like when you were younger and had your first kiss, that excitement turned your cheeks warm and pink, you gulped when he parted his mouth from yours. He proved to all of the men there that he owns you.

"I'll distract them, meet me here once it's done, got it?" You nodded your head, "Kiss me again" Without asking twice you leaned forward cupping his cheeks and kissing him with the same passion he kissed you, his hands dropped from your hips to your ass, and he hummed with pleasure, and you gasped, a moan slipping from your mouth to his, you couldn't hold it back but the way he bit your bottom lip before touring the kiss apart told you that he liked it, "Don't take long, I'll wait for you here,"

"Get them a room!" The man joked, you went back to Liz, she hid her laugh once she was away from the table.

"God! That was something else" She joked, "I didn't know Mr. Turner had another girl, I thought he was dating Karina, she told me it was nothing though but I don't know they seemed close, then she met Miles and they're inseparable so I guess she was right, what's your name by the way?"

"Oh, I'm Carmen" You lied, though giving her a genuine smile, she walked you to a well-hidden elevator, pressed the buttons, and rested her back on the walls.

"Tell me all about you and Alex! To be honest I want to dump Mark, he's a total jerk to me, he doesn't even get his thing up by himself I need to spend like 30 minutes stroking his dick to get it a little bit hard, I'm dating another guy in the table though, and let me tell you that guy... he's a beast and I love it, but don't say anything Mark doesn't know" She giggled, and the door opened, you were inside Liz's penthouse there were a few girls having drinks and snorting coke from a golden platter, Liz pulled you to the bedroom some girls looking at themselves in the mirror, whilst others tried on a few clothes, "This is my closet" She had a whole entire room for her clothes, "This is the only benefit of being with Mark, the only bad thing is his unfuckable dick" You laughed and hugged her.

"I won't say anything I promise," You glanced at your phone, you were losing time with Liz, and even if you wanted to spend more time with her, you had to finish what Alex told you to do, "Do you have anything black?"

"You're gonna be inside the pool or out?"

"Out, I spend a lot of time trying to get this hair ready so..." She nodded her head and took out a black Agent Provocateur see-thru set with cute black bows and embroider flowers, it came with a matching pair of black stockings, "Woah! This is-"

"Put it on!" She helped you out of your dress and gave you a quick touch-up before you looked at yourself in the mirror, "Gorgeous, it looks better on you than me!"

"I'm sure this looks amazing on you" She looked at herself in the mirror, she had a pastel-colored lingerie set, and she gave herself a smack on the butt.

"You're right, it does but you can keep it... oh! And I know what goes just perfect with it" You smiled at her when she covered you up with a big and fluffy fur coat, she was so kind to you, it's been a while since you last had a friend like Liz, outgoing and charismatic, but not cocky and self-centered, she was legitimately a nice girl, "Gimme a quick sniff," She said to the girl, she put her pinky up and she inhaled the white powder, "You want some?" She asked you, you were tempted but you didn't let it affect you, you had bigger things to do, and you needed to do them sober.

"Just a cigarette," You said, Liz gave you one from the box she had inside the socks, and you giggled going back to the elevator, she kept talking about her new relationship, and how good it was while you tried to find a way to sneak inside the door, she held your hand and walked you back to the table with Mark and Alex, you smiled at them all and looked at the malicious faces.

"What do you think, Daddy?" Said Liz to Mark and he spun you around checking you out with no shame not caring about Alex being right in front of him, Alex wanted to rip his hand off but he stepped back, he looked at you from top to bottom, he had no words, that set had him on the verge of throwing everything out of that table and fucking you so hard against it, his eyes were glued to your legs and your thighs, your heart-shaped butt, he bet it fitted in his hands just perfectly, "You did an amazing job honey, that why you're my angel, sit with us for a little" Liz sat on Mark's lap, and Alex grabbed your hips and sat you on his thigh, legs opened, the rough fabric of his jeans lightly grazed a spot that made you feel tingles, you wondered if he did that intentionally, his legs were spread in a very manly and dominant way, you sat closer to his crotch, feeling something hard, and bulging, you tried to hide your smile.

"Here you go, gentlemen!" One of the men said when he came back to the table with another plater of coke, the lines were already done for each of them to snort, Alex grabbed a dollar and sprinkled the coke on your inner thigh, snorting off from you, his face so close to yours, you sighed feeling electricity all over your body.

"Here's to the girls!" Mark said, all of them raised their glasses, while Liz poured you something in a cup, you didn't know what it was, "To the girls!" They all said, you emptied the cup in your mouth, feeling the booze burn your throat, your cheeks held in the liquid, they all laughed at your face but you swallowed anyway.

"She swallowed it!" One of them said, "She's a good one, right Alex?" Alex nodded his head, and pulled you in, putting his hand on your inner thigh and gripping it tight.

"Yes, she's a very good girl," He said to you, and only for you to listen, "Go now," He told you.

"Let's dance I love this song!" You grabbed Liz's hand and went dancing, you left Liz with the other girls promising that you had to go to the bathroom first, and you made your way to the bar, you acted drunk and said to the barman, "Hi," You slurred, "Can I have um... like I want something very strong, you know?" You laughed, and he nodded his head, the moment he turned to make your drink you used that to get inside the office, luckily it was unlocked, you closed the door and immediately found the computer, it obviously had a password, you used your phone to text Alex for help, he quickly wrote it down for you, and you took out the drive from your bra, you were surprised how unprotected his computer was but he was old though, something about this being so easy made you feel off, the download took a bit though, you felt anxious you wanted to get out as fast as possible now, you sneaked out and peeked to the barman, he was distracted and you quickly blended in with everybody else, you put the drive inside your sock and went back to Alex, acting drunk.

"Al- Daddy," You said to him sitting in his lap, "I missed you," You said with a cheeky smile, his eyes got big, as you leaned in to give him sloppy and wet kisses on his neck, "I have it, it's in my stockings" You whispered to him, putting your arms around the back of his head, pecking his lips, his hands ran down your thighs feeling how soft and smooth your legs were until he reached the hem of your stockings, you could hear his hallow and heavy breathing, but you acted like it was nothing, going back to kissing him, slowly, feeling a sweet melody covering your ears, he let's go of the environment around him, of all the pressure, and now he was hurrying to kiss you back, his arm around your tummy to hold your hand, while the other kept your head in place, you felt him smiling thru the kiss, he didn't hide it, he liked feeling your soft lips and the the sweetness of your mouth on his, you forgot about everything that happened prior to the kiss, this was your way of letting him know that despite everything, you liked him, and you forgive him, this was your way of saying goodbye to him.

What you didn't ask yourself is if he was ready to say goodbye to you.

"I think it's time to go, right angel?" He said to you, he shook hands goodbye to all of them and picked you up from the ground, putting your bag on his shoulder, you giggled along with him, hugging him tightly until you got back to the limo, he sat you down, and you cuddled close to him, "Let's get you back home, ok? I have your real phone here" He took it out from the pocket of his jeans, "We made a good team, my love" You looked at him, and you held him tight, he cupped your cheek looking at you with love and tenderness setting aside everything he had done to you, you knew he did it to keep you safe, and now, you realize it, and all he wanted was to kiss you, his eyes they yearned for your lips, and his mouth from one last taste, you were the one who leaned in forward and gave him a small lingering kiss on his lips, he closed his eyes and he enjoyed the feeling of leaving this world and focus on you completely, he kept kissing you deeper his kisses turning to much rougher and needy ones, you hummed feeling the taste of whiskey and tobacco, he pulled you to sit in his lap, he couldn't resist you in that black set, he just wanted to be all over you, he could see everything just perfectly, his hand gripping and smacking your ass, you moaned on his mouth, and with his tongue he rammed the tip of it on your bottom lip, "You're killing me" He gasped when you sat on his pulsing bulge, "You want this?" You grabbed his gun from his pocket.

You grabbed his hands, and aimed them at your chest, "I don't know what it is that I'm feeling, but I would die if my heart ever stopped beating like this, I don't know what you make me feel but it feels right, I much prefer to die then to spend my life without you," He understands you, he sees you for what you truly are, "I prefer you holding me hostage for the rest of my life," You instinctively closed your eyes when he kissed you, it was full of emotion, emotions that no one else could comprehend like you and Alex, he knew no one else would understand him just like you did, even if he was cold, cruel and violent, you stuck with him thru the fire, his love was full of rage but you would let it burn you and turn you to ashes if it meant you would be loved by him, you would let it consume you. He puts his hands around your throat leaving you breathless.

"You know there's no going back," He sounds serious, "It's been a lonely way for me, but it's better like that, I wouldn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, I've lost so many things... this is the life I created for myself"

"I know you're lonely... I can fix that," You said to him, your fingertips against his cheek, "I want to be with you"

"Why would you want to be with me, I'm a total stranger to you, you don't know me, I'be hurt you before "

"I do know you, and I trust you just like you trust me... this stranger took care of me, trusted me to do something that was very important for him, and when he kissed me I knew I didn't want him to stop, you're in my veins, you're everywhere and you fuck everything up, but I much rather be fucked up by you" He smiled, "Fuck me up, and hurt me, I'll still choose to be with you" He hungrily kissed you, his hand running down to your thigh and gripping it hard, pulling your hair, with the right not losing the grip on your neck, he watched how your hips roll back, agonizing and moaning.

"You're mine, say you're mine" He ordered.

"I'm yours," You whispered, his hands turned your head to the side, holding your neck, chocking you until you were out of breath, his tongue was eager to be inside your mouth, and your mouth was waiting for it to taste you, his kisses began to grow hotter, his breathing heavier as you kept grinding your hips against his, his hand slammed your ass and your breathing hitched, "Take me home with you" You whispered to his mouth, "Please, I wanna go home to you, I wanna be yours," His fingers sneaked inside your panties, sliding up and down so easily.

"Figuring out what gets you so wet is harder than you think... but I wanna know what soaks you? Is it me... huh?" He said to you, he had you in a complete chokehold, you were crying as his fingers weren't too far from touching your sweet spot, "I knew you were something special since I hit you, and it felt like a kiss" He pressed his mouth against yours, his fingers reach higher and lightly touch your spot making you tremble, "I wonder what else can make you feel like this..." He pulled out a blade out of his pocket, "Look at that pretty neck, do you remember how I had my knife against it?" You heard the blade snap open, the sharp pointy knife against your belly, "I would kill for you," He kept kissing you until suddenly the car stopped, he looked out of the window and realized he was right in the place he wanted. He picked you up from the car, carrying you to his home, and up to his room, it was so cozy and big, the mattress so warm, he crawled on top of you, you quickly tore his shirt out of his body, the buttons flying across the room, he was desperate to get your clothes off your body, his sharp blade ran down your arms until he cut open your bra, you gasped when he threw it away exposing your chest, "This too..." The sharp edge ran up your inner thigh, "It's just in the way" He presses it flat on your hip and cuts it off your body, spreading your legs wide open, putting the knife on his vanity, "Fuck, just look at that," His mouth was drooling inside for a taste, his knife going down your belly, "Just looking at you so wet for me, so wet for it... I saw how eager you were at the party, you were quite needy and willing to do just about anything for it, you like taking orders" He squished your cheeks together, "Tell me babe, what do you want from me?" You smiled even if it was hard to.

"You know exactly what I want daddy, I want you to fuck me like a real man," You purred but he could sense how nervous you were, even the smallest trace of it, "Use me... use me any way you want to"

"Would you be able to handle it honey? 'cause I don't think you will" He pins your wrists to the bed with just one hand, while the other plays with your lips, trapping his fingertip between your teeth.

"I'm ready daddy, I will handle it" You promised him, "Let me-" You tried to reach his pants but you were trapped in between his arms.

"Oh, this?" He pushed down his pants kicking them to the floor, you could see just the shadow and the outline of his cock but it wasn't just seeing it, you wanted to feel it and he knew exactly what you wanted, he rocked his hips back and forward pressing up his rock hard boner against your inner thigh, you gasped, he flipped your hair to the side, putting his hand on the back of your head gripping your hair tightly, "You know what I really want?" He pinched your chin and opened your mouth, sliding his finger between them for you to suck on it, you did it with no shame, starting slow, and swirling your tongue around it, he pushed another one in pressing them down your throat making you gag and spit them out, he made a big messy fist with your hair putting you down on your knees, "Suck it," You put your lips around him, teasing him at first you thought it would be fun, you just held him inside your mouth barely even sucking or licking him up, he made a fist pulling it harder than last time and he fucked your throat deep, making you gag and choke, making you become a drooling mess, "I see you like to be treated like a fucking cunt, so you're gonna be treated like that, open wider" You obeyed him, and he cupped your chin and the back of your head pulling it up to spit in your mouth and in your face smudging the makeup you had left "Gorgeous" He put your face back down to his swollen dick, "Kiss it" You pressed your lips on his dick, giving him some ticklish and silly kisses on it, he tugged your hair once more signing you to get back on it, when he saw how good you took him inside your mouth, he stopped being so aggressive to you, and he caressed your hair as he saw you giving him the best blow ever, your mouth so warm, and your lips plump, gulping and swirling your tongue, "Look at me" When your eyes raised to look at him, something inside him, way deep, had shifted when he saw your glimmering and loving eyes, since that moment, he pulled your head back pulling your head up to kiss your mouth, your kisses were sweet and tender while his where more erotic and rough, you followed his pace he settled on top of you hovering you over to lay down, "I can't wait to finally be inside you, you felt so good 'round me fingers, it just gets me harder to think about me fuckin' you" He bit your bottom lip.

"So please, just do it, Alex, please" You begged him crying, with every part of you, "Please..." You whispered but he wasn't giving in, "Did I do-"

"Nothin's wrong with you, I just- ... do you really wanna be in this with me?" His eyes illuminated when you smiled and kissed him, just a small peck but it was honest, "If you stay with me, you'll be in danger, you might get hurt, this is your final chance to decide what you really wanna do" You cupped his face, very lovingly caressing his cheeks and tracing his nose with your thumb.

"This, you... is really wanna do, I have nothing else to lose, nothing to gain, so I much rather take a ride with you, than stay here and live the rest of my life like I used to, I would've died if you hadn't taken me with you, you saved me, you're like my guardian angel" You cuddled closer to him, "You keep me safe, and you protect me, I trust you... and I like you" You blushed when you said you liked him, just like a little girl on the swings, "I need you, Alex, please... don't leave me" He hugged you to his chest.

"I won't, darlin' and you'll be loyal to me, right?" He asked you, and you answered immediately by saying yes with your head, and with your mouth, "Good 'cause I don't think anybody else will love you as much as I do," He made your eyes soften when he gave you those reassuring words, just what you needed to hear, "Forget about those other men, I'll be your man, you'll be my sweet little good girl"

"Maybe not too good," You said, and he smirked cupping your cheeks together.

"Listen, if you're gonna be with me you obey me" You nodded with a smile, "Don't laugh at me smartass," He said and it made you laugh even more how angry he got, without you expecting his next move he pushed himself all the way inside you with no warning and no mercy, "You're not laughing now, aren't you?" Your laughter turned into a loud moaning, his hips thrusting into you slowly but slamming his cock inside you harshly, you were gasping for air gripping his white sheets with your hand while your other hand scratched his back, fingernails digging into his skin, you were trying to say something but it was just a mumble, "What's that?" He mocked, "Huh?... that's so pathetic" He dug himself inside you making you scream, "Let's go, just like that babe" He put one of his legs up as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, and he pushed forward making your body jolt and almost hit your head against the headboard, he put strength on his knuckles to hold his weight for the position, kneeling on the bed to get a better approach to you and your spot, meat to meat and skin to skin, the sounds of his body slamming against yours, "You feel perfect, so fucking tight and warm, just perfect, you're my little whore aren't you? tell me how much you love it, 'cause I know you do"

"You're using me just the way I needed daddy, and the burning and stretching... fuck I love your cock please, I want more, keep fuckin' me like a slut" He slowed down his movements, "Please, daddy?" You cried, making him soften but it wasn't right enough, "Pretty please, daddy?"

He crumbled to ashes at those words, "You're my nasty little princess, you're so adorable when you call yourself a slut" He slammed himself inside you, "I'll make you forget everyone else, I'll be the only thing in your mind for now on, did you hear me?" He was getting more aroused by the second, grunting and moaning, he pulled your hair back to see your face, your eyeballs were white, his thumb opened your eyelids and she smiled when he saw your pupils dilated, "God, you love it that much?" You gasped not even being able to speak, you were completely silent just gasping for air and crying, your makeup had been washed out by your tears, all the blushed replaced by your natural flush, he kissed your lips sloppy with his tongue tracing your bottom lip, his mouth stained cherry red, "I want all your lipstick on me" You moaned when you felt your release firing up on the pit of your stomach, your heart was beating thru your ears, pumping blood to your eyes, it was too much for you, his moaning and gasping, how rough he was with you, you never imagined how much you would love it, his way of not only showing he cared was just as good as his love making, you couldn't handle it any longer, your mind was completely blank, your vision was blurry, and your ears were clogged, "Oh fuckin' 'ell you're just getting tighter and tighter, so close baby," You were knocked up when finally you reached your orgasm, the waves drowning you, filling it coming from the bottom of your chest up to thru your throat and shuting out of your lips, he left your mouth wide open for him, "Get that open... mmm fuck yeah, I'll cum all over your mouth and your face" He put his dick inside your mouth once more just for you to suck, and you did it without him asking, "Stick your tongue out" He pulled your head up by the hair, and you let your tongue out tasting his warm cum pour all over your tongue and your face, he didn't need to order you, you swallowed his hot cum, running your tongue thru your teeth, "Fuck! You're such fucking whore," He spread his cum all over your face and down your neck, your whole body was bruised, and tired, you couldn't get your heart to slow down, you were passing out on the sheets.

"Calm down, breathe" He soothes you, and he hugged you close to him, covering your body with his arms, chest on chest, heart to heart, you felt his heart rate slow and calm, and you breathe in and out, calming your self down as you looked at his deep brown eyes, he was covered in sweat his perfect hair messy just like the first time you saw him "Steady...shh, just like that" Once you were calm and relaxed he covered your body up with the blankets, "Good my darlin'?"

"Mhm," You cuddled close to him, "Was I good, daddy?" He kissed you tenderly and lovingly caressed your hair.

"Perfect babe and did you like it... felt comfortable?" You hummed as a yes, you tried to get more comfortable in his bed, your arms were hurting so much, you grunt and he noticed, he picked you up and rests your body on top of his, his hands grazing your back up and down slowly.

"To be honest..."

"Yes?"

"I'm not very tired... I'm hungry actually" Both of you giggled at the same time.

"Midnight cookies and milk?" He dressed you up in his shirt, and he changed into his boxers, you pouted, then he piggybacked you downstairs into the kitchen, sitting you on the counter while he prepared the cookie dough, you dumped the whole chocolate chip bag into the bowl and you loved how he laughed, deep and silly, contagious, the rest of the night you spend it watching movies and snacking on the cookies, but nothing as sweet as his lips and charming smile, you fell asleep but Alex really couldn't, it had been the first time in a long time he had felt so excited about someone, someone that cared for him as much as he cared for them, those familiar and nostalgic butterflies on his stomach began to fly and jump up and down inside his stomach, and if only you were woke you would've heard his heart pump faster than yours.

He turned to his phone and looked at the time, it was 4 in the morning, and no signal at his house, he got up and carefully laid you down on the bed covering you up with the blankets, he grabbed all of the dirty dishes and cups going downstairs to fix the electricity, once back inside he heard the sound of a clipper, a flame lighting up a face he hadn't seen in years.

"Hello Alex" It was him.

The sound of a bullet woke you up as fast as the gunshot, your eardrums were clogged just like last time, and everything seemed to go fast but too slow, you felt like you weren't running down the stairs fast enough when you saw Alex's body laying on the floor, with his silver gun on the hand, you heard a car speeding down the highway, you cried and screamed holding Alex's body, you still felt his heart beating but a lot of blood was coming out of him, could he be dying? could you save him in time before it could be too late?

To be continued...

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Summary: Your brother fell to the dark side, now you must watch him die.

Warnings: Angst, death, fire, choking,

Did I miss some important parts of his and Padme's talk? Yeah, probably. Do I care? No.

But now, as you ran down to talk Anakin out of the dark side you realized, it was real.

~☆~

You begged for this to not be real. You pleaded with the air, hoping that you would wake up and everything would be normal.

Padme was crying, staring into the eyes of the man that she loved, only to realize that this was no longer her Anakin.

He caressed her, holding her as she too prayed this was a bad dream.

"Anakin, please, this isn't right!" You cried out, hoping that the man you considered a brother would finally show.

"I did this for the both of you." He revealed, smile on his face.

"You, Padme, and our child." He started, staring into her eyes. "And you, Y/N. Now we can all be together, rule the galaxy!"

He took both of you into his arms, pressing you into a suffocating hug. You and Padme made eye contact, tears were leaking from both of your eyes.

Padme pulled back, "You're breaking my heart," She swallowed. "You're going down a path I can't follow!"

"Because of Obi-Wan." Anakins demeanor changed. He was no longer proud of his victory. He was colder, his expression was harder.

"No because of what you've done, what you plan to do!" Padme cried. "Stop- stop now, come back!"

"I love you!"

"Liar!"

Padme was now holding her neck, and Anakins hand was raised towards her. Obi-Wan was yelling, you couldn't hear him, you couldn't hear a thing.

You knew Anakin was yelling but all you could focus on was Padme's unconscious body.

This was no longer Anakin.

You had heard the way he used to go on about Padme. You were the only one to know, the only one they trusted. Padme had rushed to you as soon as she found out she was pregnant, and you urged her to tell her husband, who was more than thrilled. It was all going so well. Things were finally going right in Anakins' life. His wife was pregnant, the war was ending, then.. Palpatine. Anakin was warned.

You looked back up and Anakin and Obi-Wan were gone....Oh Maker...No...

~☆~

You finally made it to Obi-Wan's side, falling down to your knees as you heard Anakin's wails of agony. You attempted to crawl down to where Anakin was writhing. However, your movements were stopped. Obi-Wan was holding you in place.

"You were the chosen one!" Obi-Wan yelled, pain leaking into his words.

"It was said that you would destroy the sith, not join them!" He cut himself off to breathe, "Bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!"

Your screaming mixed into Anakins cries. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape the force.

Obi-Wan forced you to stand and pulled you a little further up the hill, stopping so that he could reach down and grab onto Anakins lightsaber.

"I HATE YOU!" Anakin yelled, still writhing in pain.

Obi-Wan stood staring at Anakin, taking in another breath.

"You were my brother Anakin!" He told the dying man, "I loved you."

Anakins screams got louder as flames engulfed his body, the lava finally reaching his cut-off legs. Obi-Wan had to look away, not being able to bear the sight before him. So instead, he looked at you, watching as you attempted to break from the invisible force holding you. He listened as you repeatedly pleaded out against the universe.

Obi-Wan lifted you from the ground again, this time holding you over his shoulder as you tried to reach out for Anakin, him doing the same for you.

"ANAKIN!" You screamed, tears rushing down your face. "NO, ANAKIN!"

You had to accept that Anakin was dead.

Your brother was dead.

~☆~

Or so you thought

[golden-forge]

Another MelJay Micro fic, fairytale/folktale and the word prompt “Cruel.”

Once, Jayce believed in magic.

He believed that their world had magic everywhere, in the air, in the woods, in their very blood. That communities formed a sort of communal magic when they decided to band together with common goals and take care of each other. He supposed, as he laid in the back of a wagon, his head pounding from being knocked out and coming to as the wheels ran over some rock or other, that the community was still taking care of each other.

Except now at the cost of one individual.

“Wait, where -?” He tried getting his thoughts in order so he could speak but his head was still pounding. He made to rub his temples but his hands were bound behind his back. “What?”

The cart stopped. He groaned as the cloth flap was pulled aside. Bright moonlight made him close his eyes. If only his head would stop pounding.

”Let’s go, Talis.”

He’s abruptly pulled out of the cart and to his feet. He started to fall but there’s two pairs of hands pulling him back up and dragging him along. He can hear the sand as they walk. There was only one area near the town that had this much sand. He felt the blood in his face drop down and into the ground.

”What’s happening? What are you doing?”

His voice is rough and full of panic that he can’t quite hide. It makes the men chuckle.

”Why, Talis. Instead of banishment you’ve been chosen.”

Jayce grunts as he’s pushed against a stake. “No, wait, there’s been a mistake -“

”Oh there’s no mistake,” the other man cackles as he ties him to the stake. Jayce tried fighting it but it’s hard with your hands already behind your back. “The crops have been dying, the reservoir dry. It’s very clear that you’ve angered the gods. So to the gods you’ll be sent to directly to rectify it.”

”Human sacrifice is an old, outdated -“

”It’s tradition, Talis. It’s what Piltover has done before. Not that you ever respect tradition.”

“This isn’t right! It’s barbaric! Does Heimerdinger know -”

The man in front of him tsks and wags his finger. “Oh of course the founder of our fine town knows, Talis. You forget, back in his day it’s considered an honor. Better than banishment so your dear mother can still show her face.”

”You can’t be so selfish, Talis.”

The men chuckled.

”Please, don’t do this. My mother needs me. I-I’ll stop my studies all together!”

”We don’t need anything else from you other than this.”

“Come dawn, you’ll save us all, Jayce Talis.”

”Damn both of you!” Jayce struggled against his bonds. “Damn Heimerdinger and the cruelty of this damned town!”

”Did you hear that? He’s still trying to curse us.”

”That won’t do at all.”

Jayce was hit hard into unconsciousness.

***

The next things he was partially aware of, he couldn’t quite understand.

The sun must have been up for he felt the warmth. But then the ropes around his wrists sizzled and he could smell the burnt fibers - then he was lifted up somehow, no hands or arms were there - and he was in the air, looking down at the sands, his head aching doubly from getting hit twice and dizzy -

He blacked out.

There was a woman’s voice talking in a low tone. ”-blood in his hair, Elora.”

”Someone must have hit him, my goddess.”

There were fingers against the side of his face. The first voice was closer now.

”How cruel and then to tie him up at the edge of the desert.” He lightly groaned. “No, you need to rest,” her voice soothed, her fingers going over his eyelids to close them. “Your body needs it. Elora will look after you.”

He fell asleep.

***

I’ll update this once I add it to ao3. I hope to write more in this au.

[kissorkill16]

Two Little Girls: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity finds Nicky in the basement again, but this time, he's not alone.

Trinity was about to go to bed, but as she was about to close her window, she saw something walking to the backyard of the Peterson house.

She grabbed her binoculars and saw that it was Nicky.

"Seriously? Again?", she thought. "You'd think therapy would knock a little sense into you."

She left her binoculars on the window sill, and ran out of her room to go see why he was there.

The moment she got to the backyard, she saw that Nicky was gone. She looked all around the backyard to see where he could be hiding, and saw two trap doors. She opened the doors and climbed inside.

The basement wasn't really any different from when she'd first been here. It was still dilapidated and messy. She walked down the brown, wooden corridor, and moved the board with the picture out of the way, and there he was.

"I love you guys so much.", he was whispering.

"Nicky?", Trinity called to him. Nicky turned his head, and smiled.

"Trinity! You're just in time for the party! The girls have been dying to meet you.", he said, getting up and grabbing her arm, pulling her to the wall with two drawings on it.

On the wall were two drawings of two little girls. Trinity recognized them immediately, and her heart stopped.

The girl with the brown hair and red dress, and the girl with the ginger hair and blue overalls.

"Lucy, Mya, this is Trinity. Trinity, this is Lucy and Mya. They're my bestest friends.", said Nicky.

Trinity gave a little half wave to the drawings. "Hi, Lucy. Hi, Mya."

Suddenly, two shadows emerged from the wall, making Trinity fall backwards.

The two little girls were dark, shadowy, and distorted. Almost like demons. She turned to Nicky and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, Nicky. I'm taking you home.", she said. Nicky pulled his hand away.

"But we were just about to play our favorite game, hide & seek. Do you want to play with us? Lucy and Mya can count first!"

Trinity grabbed his shoulder again, and tighter this time so he wouldn't break free.

"Nicky, we're not staying here. You left your house in the middle of the night, and I had to come find you. Just come on!"

Out of nowhere, the shadows jumped onto Trinity, scratching her and pulling at her hair.

"NO!", screamed Lucy. "NO ONE LEAVES!"

"NICKY, YOUR FRIEND'S BEING MEAN TO US! TELL HER TO STOP!", screamed Mya.

But Nicky just sat in the corner, curled up to his knees and shivering.

Trinity broke free from the shadows, and grabbed a crowbar she saw in the other corner of the room, hitting the two little girls with it until they were completely out of sight. She took Nicky's hand again, but this time, the boy grabbed her arm in a vice grip.

"Nicky, what the hell?! Let go!", she said.

"Don't make me leave them!", begged Nicky. "I don't want to leave them! They're my friends! Please, Trinity, don't make me leave them!"

The two shadows of Lucy and Mya emerged once more.

"Nicky...", said Lucy's distorted voice. "You won't leave us, will you?!"

"Don't go, Nicky. We love you."

Nicky started crying, and Trinity had to do something terrible. She didn't want to do it, but it felt like the only way to get him out of here. "Forgive me, Nicky.", she said. She raised the crowbar high over her head, and swung at Nicky with lightning speed.

Nicky fell to the floor as he felt the impact on his head. Trinity swung at the two shadows, making them disappear, then she turned back to Nicky, who was lying unconscious on the floor, his head slowly bleeding out.

She wiped away the blood with her thumb, then she took off the sleeve of a shirt in another corner of the room, wrapping it over his head. As she was done, she hoisted him on her back, piggyback riding him out of the basement.

"I promise you, Nicky...", she thought, "Those demons won't hurt you as long as I'm here with you."

[vicbutnotactually]

PLEASE give me any world building ideas you have for the caseynardo au!! That art was gorgeous, I’m so curious about it now 👀

Pssst ive got your Elder Gays fix >:]

First off, some lore on various phases in the Husband’s lives courtesy of @lucatea

- The guys have their own loose knit clan of scavengers, but that clan also has an enemy clan, competing with them over territory mainly. This other clan has a tendency of being violent, yes they’re basically the evil dudes in this AU.

- in a tasty parallel to Splinter’s human life, this enemy gang does burn down the boy’s first home, with Leo getting trapped in the burning house and almost dying, for some context a tangent:

- The Gays have a divorce era >:] 💅 it was inspired by rewatching Road to el Dorado and the melodramatic gay breakup in the movie with a song by Elton John ft The Backstreet Boys (slay.) After some time stranded in this new dimension, Leo starts to think that no one is coming for them, while Casey holds on to hope, they are pretty young here but they have already started scavenging. This entire time, they have been mainly looking for portal tech in order to try to get home (the tech does exist, but it’s very very difficult to find and there are just tiny fragments, which makes it very difficult, especially since these guys have no idea what they’re doing.) Leo falls into dispair and grows tired of searching for tech and wants to give up, while Casey wants to keep looking; so they fight, and split up, which is the first time they’ve been in their own, since they stuck together the entire time they were there. Tangent over, back to the fire 🔥

- They spend some time bitter but also worrying about each other. Meanwhile, the enemy clan has noticed that Leo is on his own now and has decided to take him out, cue housefire. Meanwhile, Casey decided to come back, realizing that they need to stick together, and while he’s not far from their house, he’s pacing back and forth, deep in thought, trying to figure out what he’s going to say to Leo and doesn’t notice the orange glow in the distance and the smoke rising from where their house is. When Casey runs through the woods towards the house he goes from the dark and calm woods to looking up at a raging inferno. He runs in and tries to get an unconscious Leo out, but part of the house collapsed and is pinning him down, with most of the weight on his right leg. With the flames closing in and the house filling up with smoke, Casey makes a heat of the moment decision and cuts off Leo’s leg at the knee (which wasn’t too hard since the bones were mostly reduced to shards.) He gets them both out alive (barely,) and manages to stop the bleeding. During the ordeal, Casey sustained many burns (but Leo not so much, the brunt of the flames hadn’t gotten to him, just the falling rubble,) mainly on his arms and back from shoving away the burning rubble.

Casey barely has time to breathe when he has to take Leo and make a run for it, since he can hear the enemy clan coming for them. Adrenaline is the main thing that gets him out of there, considering he’s trying to carry a still unconscious Leo on his back. He flees for who knows how long, trying tend to Leo’s wounds and being paranoid that he might die or that the enemies are still after them. Eventually, they come across an abandoned base, which becomes the home in that painting I did.

Leo pulled through, but Casey felt incredibly guilty about cutting his leg off, so he hyperfocuses on trying to make him a prosthetic which leads to:

- Casey made Leo’s prosthetic. I think that after a learning curve, he’d actually figure out how to make stuff out of the ancient tech, since he is kinda mechanically inclined in the show, with fixing cars and making himself gear and stuff.

He’d be running around putting himself in danger to find parts and worrying the hell out of Leo. But he’d have to constantly worry whenever he’s away that something might happen to Leo (who’s still at the base,) like he’s going to come home and find the place on fire.

- The boys have pets. This world has a domestic Horse-sized dog species. At some point, Casey finds a stray and brings it home, Leo disapproves but Casey does puppy-dog eyes and gets to keep it. But are you ready for the best kind of pet?

Grabcrabs:

Grabcrabs are very smart chihuahua-sized crab creatures and are the most common type of pet. They are child-like and very empathetic, as well as handy. Grabcrabs often have hobbies or jobs, and can be taught to do most things, but are not capable of language. Grabcrabs like accessories and normally wear something reflective of what they like to do. Grabcrabs are often helpers and therapy animals at places like hospitals (they wear little nurse hats.) A Grabcrab cannot be bought or chosen by a person, a Grabcrab chooses you. They can be very mischievous too, but never cause real harm because they feel bad when they do. They are pure little guys and it’s despicable to hurt a Grabcrab. The relationship to these little guys is different depending on what society they’re with; they can have genetic differences because when inside a city, their populations are mostly isolated, and their social roles can be different, with some cities even considering them equal to people while others even worship them.

At some point, they notice a little crab creature following them and after trying and failing to get him to go away, Casey names him Ricky and they now have a crab toddler. Ricky learns basic first aid, and he likes to garden so he has a little sun hat.

Ricky is the best boi. He plays a big role in saving Leo from the fire. When Ricky saw that Leo was trapped, he ran out for help and alerted Casey to the fire by freaking out and running circles and tugging on his pant leg. And when Leo is alone at the new base, Ricky tries to stand guard with a little stick, but Casey eventually gives him a knife. Ricky loves mischief but is also very protective and caring

Ok enough Ricky, we need some angst:

- At some point, Casey gets kidnapped by the enemy clan and he is held prisoner / hostage for some time (a month or two maybe?) during which Leo is losing it. He is furious and will stop at nothing to find him. Over the time Casey is missing, Leo starts to fear that he’s already dead or that they’re hurting him (since these bad guys are very much evil assholes,) so when he finds the enemy base he rips that place up and goes on a rampage beating the crap out of everyone there. He finds Casey chained up in a cell with all his gear gone and in poor condition.

After they escape, Leo takes care of him and he seems to be recovering before he takes a sudden turn for the worst. It was the point where he was walking around normally before he suddenly collapses. He gets very sick and gets close to the brink of death. He makes it but he gives Leo a good scare.

Random tidbits:

- the guys go on date night inside the cities, most often the restaurants or festivals. The cities hold different kinds of festivals yearly, and Casey drags Leo there.

- Casey is better with tech than Leo is.

- The way their house is depicted in that one painting I did it looks very peaceful. That’s because they’re above the treetops, but everything below is a jungle/forest hellscape. They have a massive barrier or electric fence of some kind surrounding their house to keep things out, specifically dangerous animals. In this world, the higher up you are, the safer you are, cities are often built high up in mountains or trees, although some take the other route and try to go underground instead. Most of the dangerous megafauna lives at sea level.

- around that world, you can find ancient remnants of various kinds of tech, mostly being giant destroyed mechs made for fighting. There are also rare labs and facilities that can be found (most are buried underground.) in these facilities is where most kinds of advanced tech can be found, as well as power source crystals (like the Kraang Crystals but smaller,) while the above-ground tech are mostly just rusted hunks of metal.

- the most peaceful times outside of the safe zones are the daytime, mainly early morning or afternoon. Night time is the most dangerous, with midday being close second, since most predators hunt at these times. Midday is also dangerous since it’s when the weather becomes the most extreme, with intense heat waves in the summer.

- Casey kept up his graffiti and now likes to do murals in their house.

- The jungles where they live have many Cenotes and underwater cave systems. The issue is that there is a species of vin that grows across these in a thick mat, covering them completely. It’s easy for someone who isn’t paying attention to fall through the vines and into a cave/cenote/pit, basically any hole in the ground, the boys fall into these a lot when they first get there.

I you have any questions or ideas, don’t hesitate let me know!