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Ur wolficorn fic sent me into a catatonic laughing fit I straight up couldn't breath for almost 2 min thank u

I'm so pleased the Wolficorn fic had you laughing so much. It was definitely one written in a spur of the moment idiocy XD While I don't have anything quite so silly to offer today, how about some idiot shenanigans of less outlandishness?

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There was something unique to Wolf Witchers that nobody outside of their school knew about. their mages had been experimenting with not just the body but the mind too. Knowledge was essential to being a successful Witcher and little did anyone know but the mages were highly competitive, wanting their school to be the best. The Wolf mages had secretly perfected a formula. They called it Moss because it spreads and links minds so they can share knowledge without issues.

It's all well and good, Lambert, Geralt, Eskel, and Vesemir get together each winter and spend nights linked, sharing stories from the path, helping figure out whether harpies have a blind spot they could exploit to make contracts a little easier. However, the year Jaskier, Cahir and Aiden were with them, and Aiden can smell the unusual potion on Lambert, the ruse was up. They all wanted in on what sounded like quite a lot of fun.

"It requires a lot of control, adepts learn it together while they're still young," Vesemir grumbled, reluctant to share.

"Well, I'm a Witcher, I have control," Aiden shot back, pulling himself up to his full height and puffing his chest out.

Not to be out done, Jaskier was next to him, looking equally entitled. "I am nothing if not a quick study."

Somewhat slower and a bit more shy but no less determined, Cahir cleared his throat from behind them. "I won't be left out either."

Which was how, outnumbered and threatened with being pestered, sung into madness and soulfully stared at, Vesemir relented. They set the great hall up, pillows for comfort, more than usual because Jaskier demanded it and the vial of Moss was brought out.

"As the strongest in Chaos, Eskel goes first, he'll ground us," Geralt explained. One by one they took a sip and passed the vial on, then got comfortable, lying down and reaching for the person either side so they formed a circle of sorts. Like a gentle wave, something tugged at them, dragging them from the present into something warm and comforting.

The memory surfaced gently, there were pangs of fatigue and aching muscles but muted. The focus was very much on the nest of harpies that had been disturbed. Through Eskel's eyes they could see how he worked, corralling the creatures and approaching from the side. An inner monologue started up.

"I'd noticed that the harpies tended to approach at a 20 degree path from the rockface over the years. And if they swarm, they stay at a 25 degree angle to each other. So I set about testing a theory."

In the memory the harpies shifted as Eskel jumped but did nothing else. When they zeroed in on him again, Eskel moved too.

"I suspected that the harpies have a blind spot in the 20-25 degree range. It is something that is worth exploiting. In a group they will try to guard each other's blind spots but can be used against them, especially with projectiles."

There was a soft clamour in the memory of multiple not quite voices brushing together, a feeling of intrigue and gratitude. Eskel's memory was followed by Geralt's a review of some of the flowers and the regional mutations he had found in them. Lambert brought forth his contract on a werewolf whose stomach had been filled with stolen silver jewellery, probably in the mistaken hope of it preventing the transformation. Though he quickly stopped sharing about what he then did with the found silver, Aiden's memories picked up. There was glee and excitement in there. They had sold some of the silver to get a nice room for the night as well as a bath to share.

The problem was, there was no way to look away from a memory and Aiden seemed to have no shame in sharing the knowledge he'd learned on the Path that year. Namely, he'd discovered a new way to flick his tongue during a blowjob that had Lambert keening, head thrown back and tendons in his neck standing out.

Somewhere in the muted mixture of outrage, humiliation and pride there was one clearer voice.

"Thanks for the tip, I'm so trying that." Which was how focus moved from Aiden to Jaskier. The first thing that hit them all was exhaustion. Aching legs, a creaky knee a back that screamed to be allowed to lie on a flat surface. Instead, Geralt stepped through the doors of the tavern, looking equally drawn and in the memory they could all feel the wide smile Jaskier sent him before looking to the tavern owner. The set Jaskier played was no different to his usual by the looks of it, however this time there was an increasing wave of concern from Geralt as Jaskier struggled at hiding his fatigue and sadness. It wasn't that he didn't like performing but his heart ached that he had to push himself at every opportunity because people didn't take kindly to Geralt. The memory ended when Jaskier trudge upstairs, forcing his chatter and smile until his head hit the pillow and he was out like a light.

There was silence in their joined consciousness, an uneasy shifting from Jaskier at his secret having been spilled until Geralt mentally enveloped him, gratitude and sadness.

"There's a lot that's done out of love," Cahir mused. There had been absolute blankness from him for the whole joining which had been unnerving. It made Lambert and Aiden turn their attention to the void that shrouded him and began poking, pulling and trying to tease something out of him. It was Eskel's warm push that jolted them all into a memory.

"I remember this," Eskel thought. "You said nothing had happened."

That might have been a small lie. Eskel had been out to track down fiend that had been terrorising a king's hunting grounds. He'd said it would take at least three days to track it and kill it before dragging a head back as proof of completion of the contract. While he was gone, Cahir had been permitted to stay at the castle as a guest. With his knowledge of Nilfgaard, he was a valuable asset and many often tried to draw information from him in a variety of ways.

The fiend was taking longer to sort than anticipated, not that Cahir was worried. It was only the fourth day and he'd ride out the next day if there was no sign of Eskel, that was fine. However, he had been invited for an audience with the king in the throne room. What was nice was that the king stood rather than lounge in his throne though that was probably more to do with his sciatica than the desire to treat Cahir as an equal. It did mean though that when a messenger came in, Cahir heard it all.

"My King, there's news that the fiend has struck again. Rumour is that the Witcher has failed, might be injured in the forest."

"How unfortunate," the king had drawled.

"Do we send a rescue party?"

"Why bother? He's just a Witcher?"

The flare of fury and protectiveness was overwhelming and the memory was choked by it, only brought back into focus by the sound of a slap as Cahir delivered a swift, hard backhand, making the king's head snap to the side.

Immediately there was the sound of swords being drawn and guards advanced on Cahir who gave a nonchalant shrug.

"What? He's just a king."

Spluttering, the king waved his guards off and glared at Cahir. "People love me. I matter to them. A Witcher doesn't."

"I don't love you. But I love my Witcher, he matters to me." Cahir glanced at his nails, the perfect image of disinterest even as his stomach was in tight knots. "You're say here, getting fatter each day. Eskel's out there actually protecting your people. So tell me, who matters more? A king who is easily replaced and they're dime a dozen on this Continent? Or a Witcher when no more of them are being made and the only ones who can conquer a fiend when it hunts in the same area you wish to pursue for sport?"

The memory closed off at that, Cahir finally getting control back over himself. He shrank back into his void, a soft murmur of embarrassment echoed in the connection. "You weren't meant to find that out."

Breaking the circle, Eskel pulled himself from the effects of Moss and the others broke out of it too, just in time to see Eskel roll on top of Cahir and kiss him.

"You could have died you idiot."

"So could you." Cahir refused to feel remorse or regret for his actions. "From what I recall, the king paid you handsomely for your efforts when you came back the next day."

The moment was broken by Jaskier clearing his throat, hand in Geralt's and tugging. "If you'll excuse us, we have a new tongue trick to try."

Without a word, Vesemir walked into the kitchen, down into the cellar and got started early on the moonshine.

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Chapter 14 (Witcher of the Night)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

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CHAPTER 13.1 (PREVIOUS CHAPTER)

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: NSFW. 18+ Geralt tried his best to resist. With Destiny sitting on her throne, utterly anticipating for how the witcher would react to your rut. She won the game this time because Geralt of Rivia was a lone man who couldn't say no to a woman who was thirsty for what the Djinn has held her in, especially when this woman was you.

Warnings: Size kink? Cockwarming? Insecure reader. Unprotected sex but no worries because it's Geralt? The long awaited smut. Smol tittie reader? (Respect to the big tittie committee, please do donate some to us!) Frustrated Geralt and reader. Wet Geralt? He's in the tub okay! 😂💕 Loss of virginity. NSFW. 18+. Explicit words. They’re both in a rut on this one. This is basically just smut before the plot shifts.

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A/N: STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WE HERE 😎 GET WRECKED, MIDGET! Also, SCREAM FOR ME, BB'S! I know y'all are waiting for this moment to shine! xD I've realized that the next smut after this is more explicit than Chapter 14. So, get ready for that as well. Most GIF’s are from (demivampirew) 💕

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Geralt's touches nearly pacified the scathing heat surging through your body. Your head that was nuzzling in between his neck helps soothe the pain. Howbeit, with Geralt; he was feeling rather tormented especially when the simple intimacy was winding the witcher up in a very hellish way.

The tip of your nose brushing against that part of his neck that had him turning rigid was driving him insane. Just your nose perched in the curvatures of his neck made the tent even more bigger, thoroughly agrestal and waiting to be unshackled from its pound.

Your satisfied sighs, breath that brushed and tickled his skin had received a deep timbre of warning from the man whom you were precariously desiring for. The way your breath touched his skin made his jaw clench so tight as he brought you up stairs, surrounding you in his rugged arms that you also wanted to kiss, wondering how strong it looks like once he was disrobed.

You never had seen Geralt in the raw. The way his clothes strains on top of his Herculean body was enough vision that he was utterly jacked; shredded and a man whom made your reticence plummet down the sewers like it has never been there before, the sexual longing and curiosity filling the void of lechery that has been furtively hidden and was now growing in absolute masses because of how one man can ruin that sobriety you have been holding dear.

When you were gently dropped down to your feet, torrid kisses and passionate touches were expected; but the way he'd stepped away to tell you that you needed a bath to take the heat away had your head turning hotter from how he wasn't dealing with your ache just like the way you wanted him to.

It was better if he joined, you asked him that but his silence was enough of an answer that he wouldn't despite of how you've noticed the wolf that rested in between his leather pants, waiting to be released from its cage and find relief in between that hollow cave you've been dying to be visited at.

"Midget..." the white haired witcher was belligerent as he seethed, giving you a frown because of how uncooperative you were becoming; turning hostile as much as you can get.

Geralt took a step closer, his actions appearing to be quite the contrary of his words when he'd tried to grab onto the hem of your sweater before you immediately jerked away; maddened for your wishes to be dismissed like he wasn't feeling the same way. You were desperate now. You understood and knew what relief that the pain needed to take.

"Stop touching me! I'm not going to undress myself in front of you, Geralt! I want you! Not a bath!" you loudly snapped, voice definitely ear-piercing by how you wanted to be followed; shaking the tranquil night away from your antagonism.

The way you've jerked away from him had dropped down more frustration to himself and to you as well. You've wanted nothing but to be in his arms, kissing him, touching anywhere you haven't touched, exploring the deepest depths of him that you haven't discovered. Geralt lowly groaned, his mouth in a tight lour that simply tells you he was utmost pissed-off from your resistance.

"Cease the mulish act even just for tonight!" he barked rather furiously, teeth gritted together with his eyebrows tightly curved in a way that alarmed you that he seemed to also be in pain; struggling with the appetite he seemed to be famished with, the cravings he desired standing before him whom also had the same wishes in her mind.

"Oh! now, I'm the one stubborn?! Why don't you do it for yourself too, Mr. stubborn-pants!? Why don’t you cease the mulish act even just for tonight, huh?!" you sent a snark, glaring back at the infuriated witcher. His eyes were burning in aggravation and midnight, dilated in a process of telling you he was in mania. Carnal manias. Geralt emitted a feral growl; in distress for himself, what was happening to him and also to your inflexible decisions.

"---and also cease the fucking crabbiness!" he snarled out loud.

The heat stirring below your belly wasn't helping his exasperation towards the situation at hand. His enraged demeanor stirring a strong prurient desire that sat between your legs, making you cross them together as you've continued your narks; trying to get under his skin. Literally or figuratively.

Your nose was flaring and so was his, emotions riling up your mind as you truthfully snapped the grudging feelings out in the open; freely for Geralt to hear and react upon.

"Stop caring like you're actually fond of me when you're not!"

"You're in pain!" the white haired witcher was quick to bark, hands on his sides and tightening them into tight fists as he mindlessly raked your ungraceful form; dilated pupils and your legs crossed like the heat was starting to pool down your pants. You were aroused alright.

Hence, Geralt knew that, sensed that. He could smell you from afar and the scent that naturally dripped from you was far more better than the Lemon and Peony he'd been thoroughly accustomed with.

It was heating him up; a lot more than he ever felt, if that was even possible.

You've given him a black look, teeth clenched together as you were hopping mad. The words that came out of your mouth seeming to be a sudden slip of your tongue.

"It's all your genie's fault and I'm blaming the Djinn again for even letting me fall for you hard because apparently, in your oh-so-silent witcher perspective; all that I’m feeling had magical or supernatural explanations! Thank you for letting me realize that, sir! I really needed that subtle rejection!"

The witcher blinked, his stance thoroughly livid. Back tense and piping warm as his heated gaze was solely on your enraged, elfin self. Your candor stirring and kindling with the fire that was sipping through his veins, wanting nothing but to strafe your lips with passionate kisses he'd fantasized about, exploring fascinating chasms and cavities that has never been traversed yet.

You were hot under the collar, completely seething as you've given him the most nasty lour you could. Still, being pigheaded from what you wanted, trying to furiously explain to him that you needed a different kind of relief that involved intercourse and not a lame bath. He couldn't help but try to soothe his displeasure by fluttering his amber eyes shut, controlled breathing slipping through his flaring nose as he lowly seethed.

"You need to calm down!---Stop shouting."

Your indignant self was awakening something barbarous within him, violently rousing the thirst that has been there from the start and he was certain that if you push harder, he may never be able to control.

Not anymore.

Severe profanities tripped out of your tongue, the profound sensations and feelings consuming you too much; more so difficult to handle as the clock ticks by with Geralt who stood maddened and raging with such desire that he appeared to be in denial about. His glowing amber eyes piercing through the piety of your soul, begging nothing but to corrupt you in any way despite of his refusal to accept.

"Don't go all alpha-shit on me, Geralt! I'm shouting because I'm in pain! I'm fucking frustrated, sad, weirdly thrilled, very infuriated because of your foolishness and I don't even know the fuck why!"

Your sudden impiety had the witcher cocking his head to the side, feeling his leather pants grow tighter by how you've spat those words with such a harsh tone when he shouldn't be feeling things by being cursed back by a midget who he'd seen to be vindicated and a little bit demented for his sanity.

"I know you're in pain!" Geralt fumed, heavily swallowing the discomfort from his thrilled, angered excitement for what was about to come.

You've growled, sounding rather a bit dinky for the latter like a kitten who was livid and trying to scratch a big dog. If you were trying to be intimidating, then it was totally a failure because it only got him more charmed than he ever was before.

"You don't know that, Geralt! Because, it's not happening to you!"

He angrily shook his head, heavily marching to where you stood till he was looming before you like a lion to its prey, utterly intimidating as his gaze was smoldering your core. The dampness of your panties making you wary of Geralt's effect on you when he isn't even doing anything but be mad. It was nutty to even feel aroused from his lambasting; getting thrilled and excited by his livid state? You were probably going bonkers.

"It is!" the enraged, white haired witcher roared, peering down at you as your feet ceaselessly stepped backwards till your spine hit a wooden; storage cabinet that was a lot higher than you, he trapped you in between his presence and the cabinet. Nonetheless, still galvanized for his fit of pique.

You were spitting false assumptions to his face because you never know what forbidding and rapturous sensations you were giving him. Hence, it was like you both were sharing each other's anger and frustrations. Your breath hitched when his abrasive, thick fingers caught your hips as he thoroughly hunched down to your level. The haze in his Aurum eyes making you catch a breath as a spark of flame utterly triggered the enthusiasm.

"I can feel what you feel and it's driving me fucking insane!"

Before you even know it, his rough padded fingers brushed onto your heated skin; oblivious of his ardent fingers that has slipped under your sweater, swiftly hauling you on top of the cabinet with ease as it felt a loud thud from his abrupt, hurried gestures.

"Geralt!" you loudly shrieked when he carried you; eyes bulging out of its eye sockets, not due to fear but utmost jubilant that you were ceasing yourself from grinning back at the glaring witcher because your carnal self was loving where the crossness was heading. Yet, you still chose to kindle with the raging fire that he had in him, stirring the witcher up more than you could ever do; bringing it out of him for you to succeed.

"That's bullshit! What are we? soulmates? a freakin' soulmate AU? Feeling what I feel like our hearts are connected? Some fantasy fanfic where you magically become my destiny when I somehow teleported in your world?!"

You were now in-level with him; close enough, but he still had the leverage to look down on your face. The gaze in his eyes intensified, to the point that it was telling you how much he wanted to ravish you in so many ways.

With the way how you were smart mouthing him and the desperation in your sentences was working him up more than how those women in the brothels do. Just one word from you could wind him up in sinful ways.

Geralt tightly kept his pretty mouth shut, his gaze too penetrating as you could feel your heat twitching and moist to the point that you were soaking in ways you've never known it would despite of how you've not used your fingers in this one. Which explains how Geralt's presence was too overwhelming for a midget's heart and vagina.

Your words were obviously a conflict to how you've uncorked the lock of your legs, slightly unfastening them open till Geralt took a brooding step close to fill in the gap. The proximity rather fatal for your palpitating heart and raging fire that surrounded you both.

His fingers teased and witlessly glided along your imperfectly pouched belly, making you softly gasp from his touches as you've both shared heaving breaths. Your eyes connected with his in a way that got you wanting to hyperventilate from the choking tension you both have given to each other. You couldn't help yourself but shiver from Geralt's languid thumbs that brushed along the tubby curvatures of your waist; along the parts that has given you self-doubt because it was a body flaw that was quite difficult to erase.

Your mind wasn't thinking straight. It was in a whirlwind that no any other man could give with only his eyes staring straight into your soul. Tantalizing, wild and unchaste. The small stumble of words was enough to give Geralt the upper hand, knowing that only one touch was enough to make you feel like jello as he stood in between those unlatched legs of yours, waiting to be taken in any way that won't make you form any coherent words nor make you remember your own name.

"Stop...stop staring at me like that. You don't even like me that deep; for you to know what I'm feeling right now,"

You've avoided looking at him in the eye, your abashed state still passing through every now and then because it was what makes you, yourself. The timorous tone of your voice sounded titillating in the witcher's perspective as it stirred him up even more, wanting and urgently waiting to be free from the leather constrains that his pants locked him in.

His tender, teasing touches heightened your senses as it was the only thing you focus on as it brushed against your skin like a pencil to its paper, light and delicate. You were heedless of his other hand that moved under your sweater, his rough thumb and index finger giving you a spark of tingles when he'd lightly held your chin, ushering you to stare into his glowing amber eyes that captured your heart since the night he saved you.

The dimples of his nose caressed your plump cheeks, nuzzling the side of your face that gave such delectation of shivers through your spine; his breath was warm and impending as it fanned your ear, turning your body stiff as he gravelly whispered so closely to your ear.

"You don't get to decide nor tell me that you know what I'm feeling when you're uncertain of the verity," he apprised, taking a brief pause as you could feel the tickling tip of Geralt's nose nestling between the back of your ear, ponderously breathing in your scent that makes him feel like he was in paradise.

You could feel your heart thumping out of your chest, the hurried heartbeat of your heart ringing in your ears as it felt like molten lava pouring down on you both when Geralt seem to finally give in to your wishes.

He was a man, an amorous one, indeed. Hence, a tiny woman whom he was smitten with? Begging for a nooky? Well, why would he even be too obstinate to reject such bliss?

Your eyes immediately fluttered closed, teeth biting the insides of your cheeks as you were utterly thrilled. The voices who had been whispering inside your head has died down from the moment you both have shared the peeve out of the boiling kettle. Breathing turned erratic, thoughts quickly moving down south as Geralt heavily breathed against your ear.

You knew you were done for when he'd fondled with the hem of your sweater; those thick, sleek fingers of his, slithering higher and higher till you could never think straight; towards a place no one has ever did just yet and you were gladly letting him explore you in places you have never been touched.

His name clouded inside your head like a bell ringing from a church. Geralt's comforting warmth seething through your senses as you've felt him plant one soft kiss on the back of your ear, igniting a sensual whimper out of you that got him heavily breathing. The witcher's mind pooling with debauched thoughts for you.

And so, he let the palpable sensations control him for once; maybe not once, if he was given the chance again, letting his emotions get the best of him as he finally let go and like a warning, he rasped; "---you are asking a lot from me that not any other person could seek for a witcher,"

"---Yet, here I am; standing before you, succumbing to your wishes and trying to think of ways to help you overcome your struggles despite of knowing the repercussions, midget."

Based on how he'd let his gorgeous head fall in between the crevice of your neck, tempestuously giving your skin starved, open mouth kisses; those adorable fangs you've adored having its way as it was giving your neck a delicate bite every once in a while, you knew you were in for a delightful night.

The Djinny-Djinn-Djinn would surely be worth it.

Warm water pooled just below the lower parts of your bodies. Bare bodies submerged beneath till it stopped before your chests. Awning whatever it is that was needed to be sheltered. The abrupt reserved demeanor dawning on you every now and then when you were reminded why you've acted the way you were before, like a desperate animal that was needed breeding. But, the pain that stung in your chest was enough reminder that it was a needed reason for Geralt to just do it.

You have covertly imagined how Geralt would be crafted. Heedful to be expecting a brobdingnagian man molded like one of Michael Angelo's fine pieces or a painting made by Vincent Vann Gogh; utterly a prepossessing sight which needed to be reminded for yourself that you still needed to breathe.

Geralt of Rivia's birthday suit could wholly take a woman or man's breath away; you were gawking and he'd caught your sly peepers, gaping at the lofty man who was undressing while you sat in the end of the tub has got him humming in interest.

The vision of himself who was stripping his clothes off brought you in hell and also in heaven. He had his back turned away as he peeled his black tunic off him in one go; the gesture sucking all of your breath in your lungs, giving you a harsh whiplash when you've seen his wide shoulders and his sinewy upper body in the flesh, your heat pulsing with just the image of the witcher who was shedding his clothes off in idle; the zeal growing much more impatient as minutes pass by.

You were going to get wrecked tonight.

Your faint clearing of your throat resonated in the room when you've seen his fingers move through the front of his pantaloons, never wanting to snap your head away because seeing him strip fascinates you in so many ways; marveling at the sight of his chiseled, stark naked form. Your alter ego asking God how he was perfectly imperfect with those disfigurements that has wallowed up his fiborous back.

It was a wide-reaching scar; like a Megalodon shark has sunk its teeth along his shoulders and ribs. The mark made you give him another once over before he pulled his pants down straight off, making you snap your head away due to the blush that wanted to burn your face. Your fingers itched, in a way that it was pleading for you to brush your soft fingers against the scars that obviously appeared to be painful. You couldn't help but gnaw on your lower lip because of the despairing feeling that suddenly crept up your chest from how he was thoroughly scarred, imagining what happened to the witcher when he had it.

You were weak-kneed. The batter of bath water slightly swaying you when he'd finally walked in the tub. But, your shyness was simply manhandled by the witcher himself when you've heard him hum in amusement, a small grin curving his luscious lips when you seemed to be stilled from hearing him sitting beside you. Those buff arms on either side as you could feel his ardent gaze on you, forbearing your abrupt timidness that you were slowly trying to process the idea that he was bathing together with you, thoroughly stark naked as you were also the same way. 

Geralt was silently hoping you weren't thinking about leaving him alone after all of that, bearing with his raging boner has been quite a torture.

It took minutes after before he literally hauled you over his thick, slightly unlatched, brawny legs. You were tormenting him in ways he could never imagine as his hardened girth twitched under the warm water. There was a bashful squeal that erupted out of you when you were manhandled by the strong witcher, sitting you in front of him as you were greeted with his hirsute chest that gave your cunt a thump. He was also welcomed by your perky, right-sized breasts and a glowing cicatrix with the image of his medallion that rested in between the valley of your chest; while his, shone beneath the moonlight seeping through the opened windows.

Your diffident self was immediately forgotten with just one touch of Geralt's fingers brushing over your mark. The scorching heat now seemed to be blistering with one thing in both of your minds.

Coition.

"Thought you had other ways to help me?" you skittishly questioned in between torrid, passionate kisses you were sharing with him. Those calloused fingers of his rested and raked behind your nape, eager fingers slipping through your locks as yours fell on his thatch of hair on his prominent, wide chest; tenderly caressing over the medallion he wore.

Only a low, hoarse and short grunt was said. The way his mouth moved and brushed along the soft pillows of your lips was utterly enticing, perfectly molding against yours in a fervid way. His warm, febrile tongue slipping inside your mouth of its own volition; making you catch your breath as he'd lapped your stilled tongue. His vigor seeming to be over the top as you tried leveling with his fervor as well.

His torrid kisses was enough to make you forget your own name. What more if he was finally pummeling inside of you?

"I do." Geralt gruffly murmured, his succulent lips trailing from your side of your lips before you've took his face in between your palms, urging his vermillion to give you more passionate kisses that you were greedy for.

He'd willingly gave you another, his lips falling in between yours as you've given him another scalding smooch that unconsciously made you mewl when you've felt the tip of his tongue brushing against your lips and teeth. An unconscious nibble of his lower lip got the witcher growling beneath his chest, his other hand tightening around your hip while the one raking behind your hair, pushing your face further to his. Those simple touches making you struggle for breath; momentarily breaking away to look into those diluted, darkened amber eyes.

"Doesn't seem like it, Rivia. You're falling for the bard's suggestion," you grinned like a Cheshire cat, heaving breaths as you sat on his lap. Your forehead delicately falling on his temple when you've licked your swollen vermillion from all the bites it took.

His hot breath fanned your lips, nails tenderly scratching along the skin of your nape as he ceased his ministrations to admire the small, naked woman in his arms. He never imagined for this to happen so quick; like it was even meant to be because of how right it felt. Geralt was sure you'd be all faint-hearted once the effects of your scar dies down; if it ever would. Then, you were back with your abashed self; entirely blushing to even realize that he had finally bed you all night.

As long as you could remember everything. He was alright.

Your heart was palpitating; feeling overwrought for the words that wants to be frankly said. You beseeched, "I also thought---you...you didn't want me?---"

You've fidgeted with the medallion that rested upon his chest, his hand on your hips leaving to take your chin to cease you from saying anything further as he slightly moved his face away from yours. His features soft and understanding, "I didn't say that. Never. " pause. "---you are certainly unaware of how much I want you, midget. Too much that it's frightening and utmost perilous,"

Those lips of his that you've been kissing simply lifted into a small beam, making your heart flutter and feel ways that you could never fathom. You carry a torch for those scars that laid upon his face. Some were miniscule, difficult to notice unless you were staring up close and some were deep that probably held some menacing experiences.

Your delicate fingers glided down the pockmark he had that rested on the side of his ribs. The wonders in your head being filled by the experience your hand can get. Geralt let you, his scars never fazing him nor you as well. Just a touch for your curiosity to be quenched.

You've heard him inhale a deep breath, the simple action making his chest vibrate beneath your fingers as another hum slipped past through. Both hands grabbed onto your hip, ushering you closer to him in a proximity that weakened your legs. His hardened cock; feeling it veiny, protruding and thick, resting in between your damp folds that made your breath hitch as you've finally felt how he was gifted within his pantaloons.

Hence, it made you bite the insides of your cheeks. A question inside your mind as to how it would fit inside your damn vagina.

Geralt noticed you stuck in a daydream that he ought to withdraw yourself from, you've felt his breath glazing along your collarbone, languidly puckering his pillowy lips along your skin with every pass of his breath. The honeyed sound that leaves his lips whenever he pecked, sending jolts of heat up your spine as he took his wondrous time to worship the body you somehow have been insecure about.

He knew your low self-esteem; probably even have his own issues as well so that was why he could understand. If he would focus on how you've tried covering yourself up when he firstly sat in the tub, those eyes of yours demanding for him to not be ashamed of what sat in front of him. Geralt instantly knew and the white haired witcher planned to glorify all night, if you'd let him.

"That scent. Hmm. Your tangy scent makes me forget of what and who I really am," the latter roughly whispered, his lips on your skin; savoring your salty, sugary and rich taste against his tongue as he brushed his lips through the depths of your chest, ending in that glowing Cicatrix that made you audibly gasp before his sweet lips.

"Geralt---" you salaciously and softly whimpered, his name sounding raunchy when you did so. Irritable pain punctured through the symbol, like a spear being stabbed through your chest for a hundred times with no explanations why it was making you suffer like this, "The pain---It's not helping---It's just turning worse---I can't take it anymore,"

As the pain tripled, Geralt halted his smooth kisses that he'd wanted to give on the mount of your perky breasts. Your eyes demanding for him to satiate each other's cravings, aggressively, passionately or whatever could quench the lust. You were begging.

"Take me," you've raised your hands and grabbed onto the side of his pretty, white head. Peepers dazed and overflowing with obscurity, "---Claim me. Over and over, I don't care. Just take the heat and pain away,"

Geralt of Rivia was no angel nor any knight that honored the dignity of one deprived woman. He was a hunger-stricken man who yearned for all of what you could offer and if he had the chance to honor your chastity to be corrupted by the witcher himself; he wholeheartedly would.

That was what he would just do. Corrupt you in so many ways till his hunger would be sated. But, he doubted it would be slaked.

From the moment you were in pain and also pleading to be ravished, it didn't take him two darn seconds to continue his onslaught on peppering your breasts with searing kisses that gave you a shiver, his wet tongue hiking down a trail around your areolas before taking your nub in his god-forsaken mouth, suckling on your nipples like a starving man.

"U-Ugh, shit." you've quietly moaned in the back of your throat as you’ve taken a sharp intake of breath, utterly lewd for anyone to hear as you held onto Geralt's wide, muscular shoulders; giving them a gentle squeeze while your eyes fluttered in exstacy. The image of him who suckled your teat was utmost impure for your once chastised thoughts.

A moaning mess was what you've become, the slight hitches of your mouth whenever he'd licked your nub after his rough suckling made his stone hard girth twitch beneath you. One shift of your hips was enough for the witcher to be grumbling a grunt from the action that has made his cock feel your moistened heat which started to grind onto him mindlessly.

"Geralt," you've whined in the back of your throat as your hips moved in its own accord, his thick girth that rested in between your cunt being rubbed by its own and you were stroking in a way that could get the little nub finding the release it wanted.

He was sucking through your neck, making you whimper as his thick, calloused fingers went straight to knead at your teat that needed attention, his hands seeming to be larger than your breasts but he certainly didn't mind as he was loving the feeling of them that rested beneath his palms. Geralt lowly grunted beneath your ear, sucking on a spot that got you sighing as another lewd plaint slipped between your lips, mouth slightly opening. The coil starting to build up in between your heat.

His fingers ceased you from continuing so, making you whine in complaint as you were already feeling an orgasm approaching. Though, he may want you gushing around his girth and not through bathwater or humping him in the middle of the tub.

The hunk of a witcher passionately kissed you one more time, fervently devouring your lips like he would chump them for his sate. You weakly moaned in between his assaulting lips, tightly shutting your eyes closed as you feel euphoria surround yourselves by whatever natural deed that was happening from the both of you. 

He grabbed onto the base of his reddened, swollen cock; lining the bulbous head on your seeping entrance. The water from the bath and your position would probably help you for your first time. Geralt went on in kissing you, never breaking apart as he'd dragged his leaking tip to your wet mound and throbbing clit, flicking his tongue inside of your mouth as he'd lowly hummed out of his chest, vibrating your breasts as it was closely rested together with his, sending ripples through your soul.

His girth pressed along the insides of your heated cunt before ceasing on your entrance, it took only one tight grope of Geralt's hair for him to deeply groan, letting him take control and delve inside, his size ginormous filling every depth and fissure that ignited a kittenish moan which certainly made him whimper once he was abnormally tightly snuggled inside.

Geralt felt like he was over the moon; your grip bringing himself into a delirium that made his mind shake, choking in his own breath when all he could ever think of was you, alone. Y/N. His midget. The way your mouth tasted. Your warmth. A solace that only you could give. More, he wanted and more of you he would take.

You hold him like a vice; your mound choking his girth from how delightful you felt around him. The idea of being sexually connected with Geralt in this way was totally a different feeling, bringing you in rhapsodies of pleasure that you didn't know existed in your life.

He was fully sheathed inside before you even know it. Too distracted by his kisses that you don't feel any ache from being filled to the brim; expecting the unexpected from that experience. His hardened cock that has slithered inside you felt uncomfortable at first, though it seemed to have no problem with slipping in because you were too aroused and wet. Good. Geralt didn't want you feeling anymore pain and only hoped for your pleasure.

You've took your time to adjust, wiggling your hips every now and then; making you slightly wince because it had a pinch of ache when you tried to move. So much for feeling no pain. Your squirming got the witcher humming in displeasure; speechless and observant of what you were feeling. Geralt patiently waited despite of the howling feeling inside his chest; wanting nothing but to begin his corrupting, yet he respected your adjustments. Both of you were throbbing in each other's hold, before you've shakily got on your position, firmly on your knees, hands on either side of his shoulders as he was intensely staring into your eyes; all darkened, piercing and libidinous like a hawk while he waited for your next move.

Your hips got the best of you, wantonly stroking in a way that made the both of you whimper in sheer gratification for trying to get comfortable with the way he fits inside of you. The way you'd slowly lift yourself up before tormentingly coming back down, his jutting veins that rubbed you in the right way as your mouth went ajar when his length and size stretched you in pure exaltation.

Geralt's focal point was on you and your mound that choked and clasped around him, intently eyeing how your face contorted in such rapture that got him adoring the coltish mewl that emitted out of you, the way you've concentrated at the blurry image of his meaty girth that has been swallowed by your pulsing heat, he knew he would beg for another round.

Your wanton pace was torturing him; more so than hunting a beast in the continent that was difficult to find. He hoarsely groaned in the back of his throat, doing his very best to not turn you around and have his way with you. You bit your lip out of loving how he filled you to the rim, uttering out another weak, sensual moan that got the witcher feeling the pining rather agonizing while he silently watched you take your time.

But, he couldn't take it anymore. He was close to sputtering out profanities from how it was growing more intolerable as minutes go by.

"Fuck." he suddenly spat, sounding like a throaty whimper as you languidly sunk back into his twitching girth for a couple more times, his amber eyes blazing with the need to brutally ravish.

"---You are planning to give me an early death,"

Which got the witcher abruptly grabbing onto your waist, pulling himself out of you as you were suddenly turned around in the bath, your back hitting the edge of the tub as you loudly shrieked, whining for the lack of being filled thereof and also for the slight pain that his prompt actions got you.

"Well, that...that hurt." you honestly whined at the witcher, curious peepers gazing up at him as he moved in front of you, his fingers taking in your knees as he spread them widely apart. The water splurging around you as he'd move, seemingly fascinating to see how largely built his body was, before feeling his robust fingers on your waist, pulling you closer to his body; your back slightly slanted before gasping when he'd fervently entered, starting to consume you again and again.

"N-Nevermind. The pain--Ugh, probably's---Ugh, fuck! Geralt!---worth it," have been coyly moaned out loud, your face scrunched out in utter ecstacy as Geralt began to avidly pummel inside you, his girth violently ravishing your soaking mound with sharp thrusts of his hips.

His body was making you feel tiny compare to his gargantuan built. The way he situated himself above you, a hand tightly clasped onto your pinguid hip while the other rested on your side, his sweaty and earthy scent choking you as he drove you instantly to heaven.

The rousing sounds of his low grunts and hushed whimpers was enough to take you on edge. You've never...ever can tell how it was music to your ears as it also does the same to Geralt, your moans and mewls were bringing him to utopia, his heavy weight thoroughly crushing your bones apart no matter how he was helping himself up.

You didn't know you had a kink where you've wanted his body crushing you down; apparently, it was a new fact that you knew would instigate the fire and excitement. A size kink, then.

He went on with his ceaseless, wild, hammering of his girth. Your arms closely embracing him tight in a way that tells him you didn't want to let go; only wanting him to surround you in his warmth forever. Your palms gliding down his wide back till you've brushed your fingers along his own scar that you've handled oh-so-delicately, urging Geralt to utter a lewd audible grunt. He was congenial to your mushy touches; new to the gentleness he was receiving rather than ruthless force.

Thusly, it was entirely spiffing as it came with the freedom of impaling you till you were thrashing against his arms.

Your orgasm was quickly building up as you clenched around him, feeling his lips giving your neck wet, open mouthed kisses as he deeply whimpered. All-consuming changing his strokes as he pummeled yet again, holding onto your legs to surround himself better as he thrust brutishly, hitting a spot that loudly made you gasp, curving your spine as your breasts brushed against his fleecy chest, his medallion seeming to be in contrast to the heat that your mark has been giving.

This was what the voices inside your head wanted. The question is, why? For what reason?

"Geralt!" Your mouth was scrunched in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed together in a frenzy as you gripped onto Geralt's hair a little more tighter than you intended to, earning a low murmur of your nickname as he deathlessly shove and shove his hips, reaching you both in a place that'll give you what you needed and wanted.

A mind-wrecking orgasm.

One last drive of his hips, hitting the spot that uncoiled the havoc burning down below. You've seen the stars, maybe even the whole universe as you've obscenely moaned out with your mouth ajar, your orgasm making your eyes roll at the back of your head as you shuddered against his hold. Though, Geralt didn't stop there when you've continued to milk him whole. The swashing of bath water resonating the whole room and your amatory whimpers of delight came with his as he tries to reach his peak.

His thrusts turned sloppy and you knew he was close to coming. Your body was writhing against his, your cunt utterly sensitive as he nailed you over and over with his mouth-watering girth. Your body squirmed below him, moaning his name like a chant as it was the only word you could ever form.

You could feel another burst of bliss that spread through you as Geralt took one last sloppy thrust to your mound, lately realizing that he had slipped a hand between you both, urging you into another orgasm as he flicked and rubbed your clit; your second orgasm letting you emit a rather loud, noisy moan that would get any porn star shunning away because of how sensuous it sounded.

That last moan really got the witcher spewing out his load inside of you, also sending a witless guttural grunt when he came after you, ceasing once he rode out the orgasm with several sloppy thrusts before you've feebly and shakily reach out to grab onto the side of his sweaty and wet face as he slowly came to a stop, ushering him to look at you.

You've felt his come spread through you, summery and utterly pleasurable for the glow of your Cicatrix to be twinkling against the candle light. You were trying to catch your breath as Geralt also does to do so.

Your half-lidded eyes met his still diluted ones, the glow inside of it thoroughly comforting to your debauched form. The afterglow of sex making you feel spent but slightly quelled from your carnal gluttony.

You could feel his breathing turn even in less than a minute; the vulgar act washing away from how quick he seemed to got a hold of himself as your fingers brush against his temples, delicately wiping away the drop of sweat with your finger as the simple gesture was enough to make Geralt lean onto your touch.

He'd slightly turned his head, his nose nuzzling against your cheeks as this newfangled closeness was making him feel relaxed than he can ever get; having such a type of blessed peace that he may never imagine it to be, "Don’t worry," he huskily reassured, his thick fingers unclasping the hold he had on your waist, leaving a slight bruise that you obviously didn't mind.

You've heard the water splurge, his fingers lightly grasping your chin, turning you to look into his earnest eyes that was filled with sudden pique within it, "I'm---" his whole explanation was quickly cut off with a coaxing, soft tone of yours; doleful of what he wanted say. 

"Shhh. I-I know,"

A breathless, depleted midget laid beneath the witcher. His soft cock still inside your sensitive mound but paid no heed as you warmed him up. His face etched of bliss, though it appeared emotionless. Well, what man would be glum when he had a lay?

Geralt contemplated whether or not to pull out of you as he'd raked your naked body that stowed beneath him, those divine looking bites that rested upon your neck and even on your chest when he'd worship your body that no one ever had. Even so, he wasn't satisfied. Well, when did the witcher even been?

"Hmm." he fascinatingly hummed, eyes burning your skin as you watched him admire your midget of a body that he somehow find utterly exquisite. 

His enthralling amber landed on yours, his eyes darkening as it was keen for more. More he wanted to take and have because of the ravenous hunger utterly palpable. The Cicatrix that was engraved on the valley of your breast still gleaming beneath the candle light; his impassioned self seeming to be shared with you as the cravings were still there, strong and unwavering.

"I may need you one more time, midget." he roughly admitted, the tine of his nose brushing against yours in a sweet caress.

The latter has his eyes fluttered closed as he sighed, his salmon colored lips dangerously close to your swollen ones as he continued to rasp, "---or maybe all night," he leaned in close to leave a soft peck to your lips that he couldn't get enough with. 

"---and the weeks after,"

He consumed your lips once again, zealously keeping the sweltering heat going as he breathlessly snogged with you. Those needy fingers of his snaking to grip along the side of your neck; his kisses growing impatient and demanding as the sound of your lips smacking together was the only thing running in your mind, the urgency quickly building up again like it never even left.

The way he began to torridly kiss you felt like you were struggling to breath. His desire in having you again feverishly lighting you up as you've instantaneously break the kiss, panting before him as he chased for your lips before you had a finger laid between them, your face in flames while you got flustered, those rough fingers ceasing from kneading your taut breast on his other hand, "Maybe---maybe, a bed is nice to be ravished on? you know, with a mattress or something soft?"

You were completely flushed. Nose scrunched as you felt your heart pounding; waiting for his answer to your suggestion. Your mind was scolding you all through out as he held his silence, aware of his semi hard on that seemed to never want to leave your cunt as he tried and hinted for another nightly ravishing between you both.

Never in your life; even back in earth that you would actually get to experience sex in the making. The idea of you and another man going at it disturbing you before because you were worried they would despise your body and how you actually looked like, entirely bare. Yet, here you were, having your virginity taken by an attractive, hot mutant who slaughters beasts for a living in their dimension.

Fortunately, you were lucky in this department because of how magically you've met him and how gloriously you've been dicked down.

You wouldn't get to forget this once the effects of the Cicatrix finally comes to its halt or probably the morning after you've slept with Geralt. Your ribald suggestions for moving in a much more comfortable place while being rode off to Neverland will probably horrify you if the idea was taken into deliberation.

"I think I may have to agree, midget." Geralt gave a soft nod of understanding, intensely staring into your eyes as he has seen the same salacious look he has been giving; simmering down his worry about the thought that you weren't in the same page as he also was.

Perhaps, beasts aren't the only thing he butchers at night and in daylight.

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Hey! If you're still taking prompts for FF7R, I was wondering if you could write something where Cloud gets hurt when he jumps off the train with Tifa. But it's a Secret Injury that he keeps to himself, because they've got a job to do and he doesn't want to appear weak. It becomes a problem at a really inconvenient moment and Tifa and Barret have to take care of him.

Hey! Sorry it took so long to fill this prompt XD. This is kind of the shorter, slightly different version of a longer fic I’m thinking of working on centering around this premise, but I hope you like it anyways! Thanks so much for the prompt :)

*TW for self esteem issues, self hatred, head trauma, and injury

- If you want to send in a prompt, the guidelines are HERE and HERE!

The walls echo with the sound of Barret’s distant fight as Cloud follows Tifa down the railways, and every step brings with it a jarring, agonizing pain. He’d known as soon as he hit the ground that something had broken on impact. Tifa’s weight and the momentum of the train had only exacerbated the issue of colliding shoulder first with the stone cold ground - bouncing off of the concrete and rolling end over end on battered ribs. 

He doesn’t regret it, of course. Landing with Tifa had been the only option. Helping her - protecting her - had been worth the injury. Yet now his ribs ache and his chest stutters and his shoulder feels like it’s on fire. Breathing hurts almost as much as moving his arm does, and walking makes something shift in his side that has him desperately wishing he could break composure even for a second to shudder through the pain.

They’re on a mission, though. Already one woman down and waiting on a deadline. Tifa trusts him to do this and Barret would be more than angry at the inconvenience. Cloud isn’t weak, either. He’s a SOLDIER and a damn good one. No small, insignificant injury should be able to stop him from doing his job. Any fighter worth their salt should be able to power through something like this. Tifa probably could and Cloud knows Barret could, and Cloud’s not going to be the one holding the party back when anybody else would just keep going. 

So he ignores the pain, grits his teeth through the worst of it and runs down the railways behind Tifa like he means it. Every step makes his stomach turn as he fights back the crawl of bile up his throat, and when Tifa turns to him from the gate between her and Barret. Worried and rushed and saying “we’d better hurry.” All he can do is let out a breathless, pained “yeah,” and power through in the hopes that she won’t notice.

Dashing up the stairs is dizzying. Worryingly so, if Cloud were to truly focus on the extent of his injuries, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes it all from his mind, blank and soundless in a void of calming white as the world rushes by around him. Crossing over to Barret and pulling his sword from his back when even so much as lifting his arm makes his chest flare and his shoulder burn.

But he doesn’t think about it. Doesn’t think about anything as he fights, movements that much more reserved, and it’s only by the sheer skin of his teeth that he doesn’t end up getting torn to shreds right then and there when he falters on an offensive strike and overreaches. Saved by Tifa’s furious blows and a ring of gunfire from Barret. They’re both still focused on their own battles, intent and unaware of his current state, and he’s more than grateful that they didn’t see his fuck up - that they didn’t witness his pathetic show of weakness like he’s some sideshow attraction and not a fucking SOLDIER.

Shame wells in him when the battle ends. A confusing mixture of wishing he’d told them and being grateful he hadn’t. At risking their lives by allowing them to rely on him when he’s so weak and at being so damn weak in the first place. For letting it get to him and for even being hurt at all when he’s not supposed to be.

He’s supposed to be better than this.

Cloud’s fingers twitch with the need to wrap around his shoulder and hold it steady, but he swallows the urge and puts away his sword, blinking away tears as he walks over to Barret and Tifa. They’re standing together, happy and pleased as Barret sings a victory song, and Cloud is overwhelmed with another surge of burning self hatred as he realizes that he’d been the one to almost take that away from them.

He clenches his jaw and pulls inward, arms crossed and muscles shaking from the tension as he listens to Barret and Tifa explain their plans. He tries to act natural through the haze of pain, but standing still doesn’t settle it down nearly as much as he’d hoped it would, and when they start moving again he can barely remember where the hell they are, let alone anything Barret had said in the past few minutes.

Fool. He’s a fucking fool. He’s going to get them all killed because he can’t keep his head through a few bruised bones. Telling them about the injury would help them, but if he speaks now then they’re definitely going to know what a failure he is. That he’d tried to be strong and he still couldn’t do it. That he’s as worthless and as selfish and incompetent as Barret had thought he was the very first time they met. That he isn’t even worth the time of day.

Cloud thins his lips against a whimper when they come to a halt in front of a set of stairs, trying to hide the shaking in his arm as Tifa and Barret go up ahead of him. Gathering the courage to follow after them is a quick endeavor, because he can’t let them know and because if he waits too long then he won’t ever end up doing it, but every step up has him biting his tongue to stop from screaming.

When he reaches the top alongside Tifa and Barret and sees another set of robots waiting to hold them off, the nausea that pools in his gut feels a lot like dread.

“Well, come on! These bots ain’t gonna fight themselves.”

“Y-yeah.”

“Little set of stairs got you winded, SOLDIER boy? Maybe we should have brought Jessie along. after all.”

The sting of the words has nothing on the pain he’s feeling right now, but for some reason they hurt so much more. His heart drops, throat tightening, and Tifa’s sigh isn’t enough of a defense when Cloud knows Barret’s right - knows he’d been a poor substitute when a simple fall has him out for the count.

He doesn’t say anything in response, raising his hand with forced speed to grab the hilt of his sword. Lifting it has his entire torso protesting, but he steadies the shake of his hand and brings his other around to help prop it up, charging in right alongside Tifa and Barret. Just as he had the last battle and the battle before that. Just as he should be doing for every battle afterward.

Cutting through the first bot is no trouble. Lighting arcs through the air and fire explodes around it, and within seconds he’s turning to another and swinging his blade in a wide arc. Only this time his arm explodes, acid burning him from his shoulder to his fingertips as he cries out in pain, buster sword clattering to the floor. He staggers, clutching his arm to his throbbing chest and curling inward as he tries to push through it. He just needs to-

“Cloud!”

“The hell is going on, merc?!”

“It’s fine,” he forces out, diving for his sword as a deadly flash of steel cuts through the air where his head had once been, “I just-” He’s cut off with a gasp when he tries to lift his sword again, choking back another cry as he’s forced to abandon it, dodging beneath another blow. Scrambling to put some distance between himself and the bot attacking him, he looks around wildly for the others, relieved to see that they’re both safe and holding their own.

Then there’s a glint and a hiss as a bot’s blade snaps down for a killing blow and his arm gives out completely as he falls to the floor. His heart hits the back of his throat in fear, and when Tifa’s hair whips in front of his eyes, gauntlet catching against the blow to deflect it aside, the flood of relief is indescribable. 

“Cloud, are you alright?” Tifa sounds worried and stressed, already fretting over whatever she thinks might have happened, and Cloud can’t even speak through the shame. Can’t do a thing as Barret shoots down the last bots in front of him and Tifa puts hers into the ground with such ferocity Cloud thinks she might’ve sent it straight into the underworld. 

As soon as it’s dead she turns to him in a panic, eyes wide as she falls to her knees beside him and looks him over. He pushes himself to a sitting position on one arm and wavers as his vision spots.

“Is he okay? Shit, kid, you had my heart nearly jumping out of my chest with that stunt! Think I lost ten years of my life…”

“I’m fine-” his voice breaks unconvincingly on the word and he scowls, “really, I- I only…”

“You only got injured,” Barret huffs, “shit happens. We’ll look it over and see if we can’t heal it up.”

Tifa nods with a smile, relaxing ever so slightly when he doesn’t appear to be on death’s door. “No need to push it, Cloud.”

He blinks, not quite processing, and has to swallow against the gathering of tears in his eyes. “I’m not- It’ll hold up for the mission.”

“Mission ain’t goin’ anywhere until everybody is ready to go!” It’s Barret who says it. Barret, of all people, who Cloud knows hates him. It’s Barret who wants to hold up his own mission to take care of someone like Cloud.

“I’m already ready to go,” Cloud pushes, because he’s not fucking weak like he knows they think he is, now. Like he knows he is every second of every day that he has to live with himself and with Sephiroth- “I can take care of myself.”

“Cloud.” Tifa’s voice is gentle and soothing as she puts her hand on his knee, and he has to look away from the compassion in her eyes before he drowns in it, “we just want to help. Let us take a look?”

“It won’t fix anything.”

“It’ll fix plenty,” Barret huffs, and the next thing Cloud knows there’s a hand grabbing his good arm and hauling him up. Pulling until Cloud is gasping, nearly collapsing from the surge of pain that sears through his body as Barret moves him. “Sorry, kid. Shit, I’m so sorry.”

Cloud’s seated on a box of some kind, heaving with each strangled breath as he teeters on the edge of consciousness. Fingers prod at him, a large hand in his hair to keep him steady as someone pulls up his shirt and draws lines of agony across his skin.

“Shit, that looks bad.”

“This didn’t happen a couple of minutes ago, Barret.” Tifa’s whispering but Cloud still hears her anyway, and the tears are harder to keep at bay when he can hardly think from the pain.

“What the hell?! Have you been hiding this from us? For how long?!”

“Barret, dont-”

“I’m sorry,” Cloud finally breaks, squeezing his eyes shut as Tifa keeps prodding, “I’m sorry. I- I fucked up.”

“Damnit. Look, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? You can’t keep things like this from us, though. This could'a killed you, do you understand?”

“I’m not weak. I can still...I can still do the mission. I didn’t fail you. Please don't abandon me, I swear I didn't fail you.”

"Hey!" Cloud jumps. "Nobody's abandoning anybody. Is that really what you think of us?"

"No...no. 'm sr..." he slurs and fades, world spinning sickeningly.

“Is his head okay?” 

“No, I- Shit, I think he hit it.” 

There’s more prodding, this time with thick fingers running over his forehead and through his hair, carding at the strands in a way that would usually make him want to purr in satisfaction. Except this time the fingers brush against something swollen and hot and his head splits in two at the feel of it. He whines and jolts, attempting to twist away from his attacker. Yet not two seconds later there’s a small apology, fingers smoothing away the pain in a bid for forgiveness, and he submits again to the touch.

“That one’s recent. It has to be from the fall.” There’s a sigh, irritated and frustrated and lengthy enough to make guilt swarm in Cloud’s chest, another apology falling from his lips before he can stop it.

“It’s okay,” Tifa whispers, patting comfortingly at his knee. Cloud reluctantly opens his eyes, expecting to see any number of accusations or deceptions, fearful of her inevitable fury. Yet all he sees is her peering up at him with a furrowed brow, expression one of complete concern. It isn't enough, though. Because he knows he failed - he knows he fucked up - and now they know it, too.

“I’m not weak,” he repeats desperately, “I can still go on. I won’t fail again, I swear.”

“Nobody here thinks you’re weak, merc. Hell, don’t tell anybody I said this, but you might be the strongest damn person I’ve ever met.”

Affection makes Cloud dizzy for a moment, high on the feeling of caring for someone - of knowing they care back. Then Tifa speaks as well, and his heart bursts.

“You didn’t fail us, Cloud. We failed you. We should have noticed and we should have done something. I could never think you’re weak.”

“I’m not...I’m not like I promised I would be.”

“Oh, Cloud," she sighs, and it sounds like grief and understanding and something he could never name, strung together by a heart of gold. His chest pangs even with the sound of her voice. "Everyone needs help every once in a while. Would you blame me for needing it. Would you call me weak?”

“Of course not.” Cloud would never. He riles just at the thought of it, head aching with the sudden rise of emotion. Barret’s chuckle is a low rumble above him, accompanied by Tifa's hum of amusement as she rummages through her bag for something. After a time she brings out a glowing green materia, giving it a triumphant look before turning her beautiful red eyes back to Cloud.

“Then you shouldn’t do so to yourself, either. You aren’t held to a different standard here. Nobody in the group is expected to hurt themselves and punish their bodies just to get a mission done. We care about our own.”

“I'm not…”

“You are,” Barret states, firm and unrelenting, "you're one of ours and you're one of mine, and we care. All of us."

"...oh." It's small and pitiful, but Barret doesn't seem to take it for a sign of weakness, either. Instead, he turns joking as he ruffles his hand through Cloud's hair.

“Uh-huh. So I think you owe Wedge an apology or twelve.”

“And you owe him several as well, Barret, now hush and let me work.”

Cloud fades after that, lulled by the gentle cradle of Barret’s hand on his head and the wash of energy through his veins, light and healing as it wipes the pain away. Until his eyelids are heavy and his limbs limp, exhaustion tugging at his bones until he's falling into a warmth, wrapped in a tender embrace. There's breath across his cheek when he rests his head against a steady shoulder, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his hands as Tifa speaks.

“Sleep, Cloud."

"What about..."

"Sh..." She presses a kiss to his forehead, soft and loving. "Sleep. Trust us. Don't worry about a thing."

[eve-evil-lair]

Night of Research, NSFW, Merman x Human (M)

Okay “not Kay” XD I hope you enjoy it. Allen and Issith belong to my friends Kay ( @singinghands​ ) and Spooder ( @silver-spider-art​ ). This is definitely an AU for the characters.

Disclaimer: Aside of being Polish myself I took some artistic liberties here with how the whole festivity is done. Without further ado- have fun folks. First time writing mlm romance, please be gentle. @monster-bait​ tagging you again but let me know if I should stop xD

If you see this consider reblogging as it seems my posts don’t appear in the tags. Happy Mermay y’all

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The night of Kupała, the shortest and probably the hottest night of his life. In more meaning that one.

Allen’s great-grandparents were from Poland, they had moved to the States shortly after the country gained independence. His grandmother had told him all the stories her mother, his great-grandmother, would have tell her; about the bloodthirsty strzygi, dancing rusałki and vodyanoys looking for wives among humankind. He has been fascinated with them ever since, much to his parents' dismay.

The fascination turned into passion and passion turned into a degree in folklore and ethnic studies. Finally, he had gotten himself a grant and with that, he set off to Europe to study his childhood stories in person.

He had already spent half a year working happily on his new thesis and he had found a perfect place to study the still alive traditions of Kupała’s night. The locals warned him though to not leave the local celebration because this was one of the nights when the veil between the world of mortals and fae was the thinnest and strange things happened in the forest around them.

The air was thick and the heat stuck to his skin even at night. The cool air from the nearby flow lake helped a little as he kept to the sidelines watching the dancing people. There was some drink being passed and he tried some out of the courtesy. It burned his throat making him cough. The locals had a good laugh out of him. Someone must have thrown something into the fire because suddenly the air filled with the scent of burning herbs and something sweet. He tried writing down as much as he could but his head was getting fuzzy. Taking another drink was a mistake. The heavily honeyed wine coated his throat and burned in his veins. He needed to breathe.

Despite the earlier warnings, he made his way as far as he could from the celebration. He sat down at the sandy shore and tossed his shoes off. The water washed over his feet cooling him down immediately. He laid down and let himself breathe.

Whatever was in the smoke or the drinks, or maybe both affected not just his brain but also his physiology. Knowing that everyone was at the party (and maybe he didn’t think too clearly anyway) he undid his pants and sighed as his dick sprung free, erect and seeping the precum a little.

“Great,” he sighed and wrapped his hand around it pumping his cock. Oh, that felt good. He closed his eyes and let himself fantasise of hot mouth and a heavy hand that didn’t belong to him.

Suddenly something cold touched him and he sprung up alert. His eyes focused and what he was about to scream when a wet finger touched Allen’s mouth and a quiet voice whispered: “Shh.”

The creature before him... the best he could say it was... a mermai- no, a merman? Maybe? The upper part seemed humanoid enough, dark hair and eyes like two voids, his(?) skin was covered in bright orange scales that matched the tail. The creature asked him something and it took him a moment to register. Oh, so they could talk. Not in English though. It seemed his new companion used a sign language. It was a bit of a strange one but similar enough to ASL.

Allen used his best to reply, which seemed to make the merman happy. The fishtail wagging happily over the lake’s surface, splashing water.

“What are you doing here? Not at the party with others?” The merman asked.

“It was getting too much for me, it’s my first time,” Allen replied.

The creature tilted his head. “My name is Issith. You’re not from here?”

“Allen and no.” He shook his head.

“Me neither, I’m visiting friends. They are busy now.” Issith looked to the forest then his eyes fell down at the still erect cock. “Do you want to celebrate too?” He asked simply looking up.

Allen stared back a bit dumbfounded. “I, um-” In all his life as a researcher... This was.... His mouth went dry and his cock twitched. There was lust in these void-like eyes. “Sure.” Allen replied much to his own surprise.

Issith’s mouth stretched in a wide smile. The two met in at first a careful kiss. Testing the waters, heh. It was so strange, a bit more wet, sharper than usual but just as needy. Just as passionate. He marvelled at the difference of a texture of his partner’s tongue. It made him shiver when it moved to his neck. The sand grated over the skin on his back as his clothes were removed. 

The merman found his cock, while their mouths were busy. The wet but strong hand gripped him well and stroked, at first exploring the anatomy, stroking the balls and rubbing his tip, gauging for a reaction. And a reaction he got. Allen gasped and moaned. Already panting, he gritted his teeth, his hips pushing into Issith’s hand. He cracked his eyes open a little and looked down he saw the webbed hand working magic on him. At the edge of his vision he noticed that Issith also was affected. Without thinking Allen reached his own hand and stroked the dick of his partner. The shape, girth and textures were different, more bumpy. He licked his lips as his brain tried to work out how it’d feel to taste it. For research of course.

Issith moaned in his ear and sharp teeth traced Allen’s earlobe. Encouraged, Allen squeezed him a little and continued to stroke. His hands went into the damp strands of Issith’s hair, while the merman’s tail wrapped around his legs.

Issith was now directly above him. Their eyes met as both males breathed heavily. Their cocks touched and the two worked each other, faster and faster until the tension was too much to bear. Allen couldn’t stop himself. He bit Issith’s neck and the merman finished with a growl and as if in retaliation bit Allen’s shoulder. It brought stars under his eyes and he came. Their mixed, hot seed staining both their stomachs. 

The merman collapsed next to Allen and sighed. Lazily he lift his hands and signed “Nice,” stretching the word with the movement.

“Yeah, it was,” Allen agreed. The bit stung a little now. “Am I bleeding?” 

“Sorry, wait,” Issith siged, looking sheepishly at him. He nuzzled Allen’s head before splashing back into the water. He returned quickly back with something that looked like first aid kid in a waterproof bag. 

“Thanks,” Allen smiled and let the merman dress the bit. “So, I’m going to be here for a couple more months... do you want to hang out some more?”

Issith nodded and smiled, his tail swishing happily. He finished wrapping the bite mark and stroked Allen’s arm affectionately. 

“Great.” Allen laid down on the sand again and patted the spot next to him. “I like the sky here. You don’t get to see this much stars where I’m from.” 

Issith laid next to him. The night was long, the noise of the humans celebrating was far in the distance. This was a really good choice coming here after all. 

[jiminotopia]

An Unusual Tail of Love [2]

Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff/Smut/Fantasy (Mermaid AU)

Pairing: Human Jungkook X Mermaid Reader

Summary: Junkook encounters Y/N, a helpless and innocent mermaid by the far ends of the sea shore. His immediate thought is to flee and wake up from this very realistic dream but when she asks him to save her with her deep blue, enchanting eyes, he chooses to protect her. He believes that in saving her, he’ll be able to rediscover his lost passion as an artist.

Rating: M

Taglist: TBA (Let me know if you’d like to be added and notified about updates on this fic)

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Chapter: 2

A/N: Please forgive any errors.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: An innocent, non-fuckboyish, sweet but ‘shirtless’ Jungkook ahead. A semi-naked you..xD

JK’s P.o.V.

When he was still a child, Jungkook used to wonder why the kids his age talked about magic and fantasy and about witnessing something extraordinary. Something different. Something that he only use to hear from his mother in her bedtime tales. He never imagined coming across a beautiful fairy in the woods or saving one, like the other children his age loved to. Jungkook never gave such things the time of his day because he has always been a sensible child who keeps his head out of the clouds. So now that he is actually experiencing this unusual occurrence, he doesn’t know how to react. There’s literally no excitement in his form. Not even the slightest. What he is feeling though, is fear.

A tiny part of him that he has kept locked away till now— apart of him that has always wanted to explore the oddities is thrilled but the majority of him is scared of this unknown..

Jungkook can hear the waves crash across the sandy shore, wetting the tips of his feet just as much as the shiny fin of the mermaid on top of him. A bristle of wind touches his skin and he gulps. Jungkook was never a believer, okay? All that magic and fantasy shit is more of Taehyung Hyung’s thing. Not him though. No, not Jeon Jungkook. He has always been a realist because well..it’s real.

“Please..save me..”

Jungkook hears the girl’s statement of plea yet he completely disregards it, swiftly pushing her off of himself and scrambles farther away from her. Her completely uncovered breasts aren’t as much of a sight to him as the lower half of her body which consists of a single, long, blue tail instead of normal human legs. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes in hopes of seeing clearer and realizing that he’s only been hallucinating due to the heated rays of the sun. But nothing of the sort happens. The mermaid is still there and very much real. She is short of breath, the gills on her neck unable to help her respire at all. Anguish and helplessness are written all over her pretty face as she is trying desperately to crawl closer towards him.

“I’m not a monster!” she screams at him. “I just..I’m just alone!”

Jungkook ignores her, rummaging through his shorts in search of his cellphone when he recalls he had decided to leave it at the lodge. He didn’t think it’ll be necessary to have a phone whilst shooting at the beach. He simply wanted to explore the surroundings in hopes of being able to get back into the habit of making GCFs that his fans and he himself loves so much.

The panic and adrenaline aids him in standing up and he manages to jog further,reaching the rocks from where he had leaped off a minute ago. But just as he is about to escape, his conscience yet again gets the better of him and he commits the mistake of looking back. His eyes fall upon her’s and for the second time now, he feels a weird emotion— an inexplicable connection. It’s like their encounter was meant to be..

Jungkook’s body acts on instincts as if being called out by her and before knowing it, he finds his legs taking him back to her. He stops before her and she immediately latches a palm onto his leg in her last attempt at begging.

He sighs heavily. God he doesn’t know what he’s doing! Is any of this real? Is this actually happening? Maybe this is all a conspiracy of the universe. Maybe the universe wants him to believe in the unimaginable..

“Please..” is all that she is able to mumble before she finally passes out and he notices her tail beginning to thin, a small lining visible in the middle, along its length. The fish-like fins at the end begin fading until finally they are replaced by a pair of very human-looking feet. The lining along the middle of her fin deepens until it breaks her tail into two limbs of equal size and proportion and he realises what’s actually happening. He stares with amazement at the freshly formed pair of human legs on this girl/mermaid’s body as their bluish tone washes away, replaced by milky, white skin.

The fear within him is substituted by interest. He crouches down and places a palm near her nose. He can feel small release of air from her nostrils which is a sign that she’s still breathing. He frowns but then notices that the fine indents of gills on her neck have disappeared completely.

The fainting must be because she’s a being of the sea and the transformation is definitely a measure taken by her body to adapt itself to land. In fiction, water is essential to a mermaid's life even more than it is to humans. So for a moment, Jungkook wonders if he should just pick her up and toss her into the sea. That is bound to help, right? He mentally slaps himself at the ridiculous idea. He needs to be serious here. She had been sitting at the edge of the sea all this time. If she had wanted to, then she’d have jumped into the sea long ago which brings him to two plausible conclusions: either she didn’t want to live in the water bodies anymore or something was (and maybe still is) keeping her from going back. Therefore, taking her towards the sea is not an option for now.

So the first thing that Jungkook does is taking off his black hoodie. A part of him is glad that this mermaid is lying on her stomach because it’s atleast protecting the intimates between her newly formed legs, letting only her shapely butt be visible to him. He mentally berates himself for staring and with difficulty, manages to slip her small frame into his hoodie. It’s a good thing that the piece of clothing is big on her and reaches her knees. Then he picks her up bridal style, walks over the rocks and sloppily zips his camera bag. He slings it back onto one of his bare shoulders and starts jogging in the direction of the lodge.

Panic returns as soon as he arrives at the lodge. He didn’t think this through on his way here. How is he going to explain about this half-naked woman in his arms!? In the 6 years that he’s been with his hyungs, none of them has ever showed up with a woman at their dorm or any work sites. They prefer to keep their flings as private as possible.And Jungkook has never even had a fling. So how the hell is he gonna explain this mess!?

He sighs in worry and begins approaching the lodge. Jungkook is relieved when the company’s guard stationed outside the lodge doesn’t question him about the woman. He completely ignores the man and stumbles inside only to find the whole place void of any living activity. Where did everyone go?

“Jeon-ssi” Jungkook nearly jumps at the grim tone of voice and turns around. It’s the guard from before. He bows respectfully even though he’s probably older than Jungkook but Jungkook can only nod in response as his body is pretty much occupied right now due to another person being in his hold.

“Jeon-ssi, everyone left to enjoy the beach but they were worried since you had forgotten to take your cellphone and keys to this place.” The guard informs and Jungkook nods again sheepishly. These days he’s become so careless.

“If you want, I can call the others—”

“No thanks!” Jungkook blurts out, his face scrunched with worry. He still doesn’t know how he’ll explain this all to his Hyungs. He needs to think of a way to make them believe him first because he’s damn sure no one will accept his words if he tells them that this girl he brought with him is a real mermaid. He needs someone good with words. Someone who is patient but is also taken seriously at all times. A name instantly pops up in his mind and he clicks his fingers.

“Can you call Sarang noona?” Jungkook asks the guard in an unsure voice but relaxes when the guard nods in affirmation and pulls out his phone.

Meanwhile Jungkook heads upstairs with the girl in his arms with no difficulty.She isn’t heavy at all. He lowers her onto his satin bed-sheets and stares at her. It’s still hard for him to believe he saved an actual mermaid’s life. Well..he’s not sure if he saved her but the moment her tail transformed into legs, the fine indents of gills on her neck had disappeared too. And he can see the proper rise and fall of her chest, indicating that she can breathe like a normal human. So basically, her body’s transformation saved her. It's impressive how quickly her body adapted to the whole situation.

She moans suddenly and Jungkook is immediately at her side. He watches her, searching for any evidence of displeasure on her face but thankfully her breathing is even which means she’s only gone into a sleep. Maybe staying out of water for too long had weakened her body and the fainting was a result of loss of strength. In that case, it’s better to let her stay asleep like this.

An image of her enchanting eyes flashes in his head and he smiles. He has no idea why but coming across her today was a beautiful experience. Even with the fear of something new and unknown lurking in his being, he had felt so alive and blissful in those moments. And it’s the same even now. Her presence right now, in this very moment feels very soothing to him. The slow rise and fall of her chest, the slight flush to her cheeks, her chapped yet still pretty, pink lips, her whole tiny form in nothing but his black hoodie is a breathtaking sight. And although inappropriate to admit, the sight is also kind of a turn on. He has never seen a women like this. Moreover, he’s never been with a woman like this, wearing his clothes and sleeping on his bed. He knows its wrong but he can’t help but feel pleased at the sight. Caught in the moment, he picks up his cellphone from the side table, scrolls to and opens the camera app and snaps a picture of the innocently asleep beauty on his sheets. He thinks about using his digital camera instead because a phone’s camera won’t do justice to her heavenly form. And just as he turns around to act on his whim, he finds three pairs of eyes already watching him.

Jimin nudges Taehyung, the two smiling in amusement at their donsaeng but Manager Sarang glares bullets into him.

“Ho-How long have you guys been standing there?” Jungkook stutters out, something very uncharacteristic of him.

“Long enough to see you stare at her like a love-struck teenager.” answers Taehyung, a sort of pride in his eyes.

“No! I–”

“Is this why you left without telling us!? To find gullible women and take advantage of them!? I didn’t expect this from you of–”

Jimin places his palm over Sarang’s lips to stop her from scolding his baby brother any further. “Lets not jump to conclusions and let him explain.” He tells her softly. She narrows her eyes once at him but agrees.

Jungkook glances at Jimin hyung, who’s smiling reassuringly at him. It always surprises Jungkook how much Jimin understands him without him having to say a word.He is forever going to be thankful of Jimin.

“I..” He stops, wondering what exactly he should say now that he’s given a chance at explaining himself. He’s sure if he says shit like he came across a mermaid on the beach, he’ll get suspicious stares. He needs to take it slow. “I found her all alone, unconscious on the beach..” Yes! This is better. He can start from here and reveal about the whole mermaid-thing later on.

“And she was naked too?” Sarang asks, immediately noticing the flaw in his lie. Damn she is good!

“Ye-Yes” he tries to be confident but fails. He’s been stammering a lot today. What’s wrong with him?

The three elders eye him momentarily. Fortunately, Taehyung breaks the tension and shrugs his shoulders. “We can just wait for her to wake up and hear what she has to say on the matter.” Jimin nods in approval at the suggestion and drags his unwilling personal manager on his way out of the room.

“Oh wait!” Jungkook runs to the threshold of his room and peaks out at the retreating figures. They turn heads, stopping on the stairs and await his next words. “Noona, can you get her some clothes? Um..along with undergarments..” He asks awkwardly but thank goodness, she responds with an affirmative nod.

Y/N’s P.o.V.

Your eyes fidget as you rouse from your slumber. Funny. You don’t recall resigning to your bed of kelp to sleep. You don’t even recall swimming back through the sea to return to your home. The realization makes you snap your eyes open and sit up.You look down at yourself, lifting your arms in confusion, only to find your form covered in some sort of thick but soft material— a kind of material you have only ever seen non-mers use to cover their bodies. But why are you covered in it!? Your eyes dart around, trying to come up with some sort of explanation but then you notice you’re in a completely alien environment. When did all this happen? Panic begins bubbling within you, giving rise to a strong headache.

A sudden clicking sound from the side makes your whole form jump in fright. You avert your eyes towards the source to find some kind of space, a passage opening up and something, no,a non-mer appears. As soon as you meet his gaze, your memories begin bombarding your head. You recall all the bloodshed, the iron bars, the yelling voices, the mocking snickers and the distasteful frowns. All of it starts coming back. All of it till you remember a memory of yourself swimming away to the land where you came across this same non-mer.

“Please..save me..”

Your own words of plea echo in your head and you stare at the non-mer. Judging by the physique, your guess is that he’s a male. You were taught that a male non-mers generally referred as ‘Man’. So it was this man! He was the one who had heard you sobbing at the shore and had come to your aid. He is looking right at you, his hands weirdly moving over his upper body, as if trying to cover himself.

“You!” you address him since the lack of knowledge of his name and try to get out the soft thing that you had been sleeping on, only to tumbledown.

The man was immediately at your side, catching you mere seconds before the fall can occur. Instinctively, your arms wrap around him and you bury your head in his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently and you nod once into his chest.

JK’s P.o.V.

After requesting for a fresh pair of clothes from Sarang Noona for the mermaid, Jungkook drapes a blanket over her small form and goes to freshen up into the washroom. He takes a quick shower and puts on a clean pair of boxers and then wears his swimming shorts again instead of searching for some different clothes. Splashing his face with cold water, he stares at his tired face. So many thoughts are going through his mind. What is he going to do with that mermaid when she wakes up?There’s no way his hyungs won’t find out. Even if he manages to keep the mermaid from revealing her true self, sooner or later everyone is bound to find out. Shouldn’t he avoid that inevitable scenario and simply tell them himself? But the chances of them believing the raw truth are even lower. And he can’t always keep her around either.

So then..what is he supposed to do?

With all these thoughts muddling in his head, he walks out of the washroom. And suddenly, he regrets not putting on a shirt. The little mermaid on his bed is not asleep anymore. Fora moment, she stares at him in confusion and he stares back, trying to cover as much of his exposed chest with his arms as possible. He maybe a “bad boy” on the stage but he actually gets shy easily if people look too long at him.

“You!” she shouts out of the blue and jumps off the bed to reach him. Her newly-formed legs however stagger and Jungkook sprints to her, catching her mere seconds before the fall. It must be because she most likely never had legs and so, her brain and body aren’t coordinated enough to use them yet. She wraps her arms tightly around his naked torso and buries her face in his chest. He gulps at the skin contact and tries to stay calm.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hoping she doesn’t catch the shyness in his tone. She moves her face up and down in what he thinks is a nod.

The two of them stay still, unsure of how to continue on with this conversation.

“You’re a mermaid and you were actually at the sea.” Jungkook says more to himself, to confirm to himself that all of this is not just him lucid-dreaming about fantasy novels turning into reality.

The girl/mermaid nods again in response to his statement and speaks, “Yes, I’m a mermaid. And I..” she hesitates for an instant before going on, “I swam away..”

Jungkook stares down confusedly at her sad expression. Swam away? Is this an equivalent expression used by sea-folk to convey an act of “running away”? He scratches his chin, his other hand still resting around her waist.“You mean you left the sea?” He asks.

She nods and looks up at him. But just as she is about to elaborate more on her previous statement, the door to his room opens and in comes Sarang Noona with two carry bags in her hands.

She sighs at the state she finds the two standing in. Then closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Jungkook, I won’t ask about what you two are upto right now, so just leave us. I’ll help her with changing clothes. After that,”she pauses for dramatic effect and points a finger at the girl/mermaid, “this girl will answer everything downstairs.”

A/N: So the name of Jimin’s manager was chosen “Sarang” because once an international fan on fancafe had asked what she should take-up as her korean name. A k-army suggested “Sarang” which means lovely. That I-army told Jimin about her korean name and Jimin replied to her, saying her name is very “lovely”. Cute story, right? :3

So.. Y/N swam away from her home in the depths of the sea. Why? will be revealed in the coming chapters..

Hope you are looking forward to the next chapter. Feel free to send asks..:)

Until Next Time...

|MASTERLIST|

[leviheichou23]

Princess Principal 10/19 Live Report!!

Just got back!!!!!!! Here is the recording! 1hr 17min is where the Kajiura portion starts ^^ I will try to go to the one tomorrow as well! (I believe tomorrow is the day they're filming)

Warning, I'm a diehard keiko stan so this is gonna be just mostly focused on her xD

But for the report it was really really amazing and for me just so worth it to see Keiko in person finally after literally like 8 years , it felt soooooooo unreal. She's so gorgeous and stunning in person, i love her so much <3 <3 They were all wearing the YK15 dresses, but Keiko had her hair up in a ponytail this time!

For the void chords section, I don't have much to say as I didn't really recognize any of the songs except for the OP and ED (I didn't realize there was a character songs album lmao) but the singer was really good! Very jazzy haha

The crowd seemed to be way more into the Void Chords section though, they had these green lightsticks and everything that they only used during it, and they were only standing up during the Void Chords portion too, during the whole Kajiura section everyone was just sitting quietly it was kinda odd lol.

But for Kajiura:

shadows and fog- Joelle and Yuriko mained the beginning, then all 4 joined in and UGHHH it was so so so good. Just hearing Keiko's lower harmony's live like that was so unreal I couldn't believe it the sound literally took over the whole venue. I've always loved this track a lot too

then the MC, Kajiura talked a lot, its so cute how whenever Kajiura talks in MC's Keiko always stares at her so attentively and nods and laughs, it was really cute ;; The scream from the audience when they introduced Keiko lmao (I was so tempted to scream Keiko but i didn't want to embarrass myself haha) Keiko only said 1 line during the whole thing, I really wanted to hear her talk more, I miss that a lot about Kalafina lives :(

espionage trap- Only Joelle and Yuriko, not much to say here but they both sounded pretty good! Yuriko being Yuriko lol

then a bunch of instrumental songs, i dont reallly have much to say on those but i like that new female violinist they have, and the FBM all sounded really good live (as always). Kinda weird they didn't have a cello player tho (or just more strings in general, unless I missed something) when a lot of the tracks were very cello centric. I think they chose a pretty decent selection of tracks overall though

Then another MC and more instrumental tracks, then another MC aaaand the absolute highlight of the live for me:

もひとつまわしてー I was PRAYING they would do this and that Keiko would lead and SHE DID!!!! This was the only song Keiko got a real solo in but it was soooo amazing, her voice fit the song so well and she looked so happy and cute performing it too!! <3 This song has always reminded me of a lighter Marchen, honestly just hearing this live made the whole experience worth it, I was sooo happy :D The recording doesn't do it justice just hearing her voice take up the whole venue was so amazing her voice really is absolutely a one of a kind;; Hearing this made me really sad and nostalgic for all the kalafina lives i missed out on over the years though :( Kaori seemed to be having some mic troubles or something, she kept fiddling with it throughout.

My one real complaint with the concert in general is that I barely saw Keiko's face throughout the whole thing bc there were so little closeup shots of her (the screen mostly showed stuff from the anime arghh) and I was too far away to see her face that clearly :( Hopefully that might be different tomorrow if they have more proper recording stuff but we'll see. The few closeup shots we did get though were great, she's literally so ungodly pretty in person :((

then battle of the shadows- keiko and kaori came in from the right and yuriko and joelle from the left, they were all clapping and being cute and smiley so everyone clapped along too lol. This song is kinda like a better version of shadows and fog imo, and then joelles part !!! i broke out in chills

and then moonlight melody!!- I've always loved this song, it was so great finally being able to hear keikos countermelodys so clearly in person, ive always struggled to hear them clearly in the bootlegged recordings and stuff haha. Joelles verse is always <3 <3 And then the extended lalala's was so cuuuute, the spotlight was on the audience and they were encouraging everyone to sing along and everything;;

I can't remember during which song exactly (it might've been this one), but Keiko and Kaori and Keiko and Yuriko were being super flirty and cute during the whole concert, Keiko had her arms around Yurikos back at one point and was like serenading her xD, and then at another point Kaori started playing with Keiko's ponytail, they were all holding hands at some other point too, it all blended together for me lol i was really in a daze.  And then when the concert was over, Keiko and Yuriko walked out together while hugging each others backs it was so cute :(

And then the last song, shadows and fog again but this time they brought in the void chords vocalist too (shes the one doing the kajiurago in the beginning and all the adlibs). The girls were a lot more involved and cute this time though, they kept bouncing around the stage hugging and being cute, and then during all the FBM solos Keiko and Yuriko were like running around the stage to each member and like jamming out with them it was so hskgsfkgjhjg

and sorry the recording cuts off at the end, that was when I stopped to take a picture, the live pretty much ended right then anyways xD

no encore unfortunately :(

overall it was a really great experience and honestly just worth it for me finally getting to see keiko xD i was kinda bummed she was in so few songs, and only truly had a real solo in 1, but I was expecting that going in. She just has such an infectious transfixing aura whenever she performs, I honestly only had my eyes on her the whole time so I probably missed a lot of other stuff xD

It just made me miss Kalafina and seeing her both regularly, and as like the focus of the concert a lot (especially since I never got to see a kalafina live ever...:/), I really really realllly hope Kajiura is working on some sort of other project for her soon because she has such an infectious love and joy for performing thats so obvious and i really have to wonder if shes ok with performing so seldomly (basically whenever YK feels like having lives xD) when she was probably so used to kalafina's super constant touring schedule. but oh well :( im here until next August so ill probably get more chances to see her, hopefully a full proper YK live sometime next summer!

[kaypeace21]

‘Robin’ - is a codename, she’s Sarah Hopper, one of the numbers (Theory)

So I talked about why I believe Sarah was alive in a previous theory about a year ago,  here, but after reading the prequel novel, more evidence was brought to light. So for those who haven’t read it, I’ll simply copy (from that post) all the proof Sarah is alive first, and explain after why I believe Robin is her.

In s1, Hopper first describes Sarah by saying “Sarah, my daughter … the galaxies, the universe, what not, she always understood all that stuff.” Then, in s2, when Hopper is referencing blackholes, he says “Sarah had a picture book about it, she loved it.” But, if Sarah had powers like Will and El, her extreme interest in the “blackholes” (*the void) and “the universe” (* the upside down) would make much more sense, since it’d be her way of rationalizing what she may have been experiencing/seeing- and making her less afraid of them.

I also have to point out that other posts have mentioned the fact that after her ‘death’, Hopper grieves on a very similar looking set of stairs (that appear to be in  Hawkins lab). Is it possible someone tampered with the Hoppers’ memories or caused visual halucinations of her death-in order to kidnap her? Also the fact, that Hopper negotiates El’s freedom (gaining a daughter in the process) on a similar stair case (to where he lost his first daughter) could be more than simply symbolic.

When Terry goes to find Jane, we see her find Kali and a girl we are supposed to assume is El- but let’s be honest does this girl look anything like El? Or does she look more like Sarah?

Also, after Sarah’s ‘death’ Hopper states to Joyce “After Sarah, I saw her too and I heard her. I didn’t know what was real and then I figured it was all in my mind.”However in that same ep, Will literally uses all his strength and power to astral project and communicate with Joyce (to prove he was alive). El does something similar when trying to communicate with Mike, and Mike similarly confides in Will saying “Sometimes I feel like I still see her … sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy”.It’s very possible after Sarah’s kidnapping, and faked-death, she tried to contact her dad- but eventually gave up (which is honestly heartbreaking, if true).

However, I think the greatest evidence is in the symbolism, behind the fact that Will and El had stuffed lion-plushies while Sarah had a tiger doll.

As someone who wanted to be a writer, I can assure you this is most likely being used as foreshadowing or symbolism. So, I decided to look up mythology/symbolism based on these animals.

“Chinese guardian lions-are lion statues that are common guardians of villages (*Hawkins) and even private homes (*Castle Byers and El’s bed room).  These lions can be a sign of protection of an individual or family. These lions are always depicted in pairs consisting of a male and a female, the female representing yin and the male yang, When, there is too great an imbalance between Yin and Yang, catastrophes can occur.”

I mean, that sounds pretty on the nose, don’t you think? XD

So, for consistency’s sake I looked up Chinese mythology/culture relating to tigers. “The tiger is personified by the constellation Orion (interesting given her interest in space). The tiger represents protection over human life (hmm?). Tiger charms were used to keep away evil and disease (that’s awful ironic if she died in the manner she did). In Buddhism, wearing tiger skins during meditations was believed to bring protection from spiritual interference and potential harm while exploring astral dimensions (ok, now I’m just screaming, since this makes too much sense XD).”

------So now for the new evidence, well... I totally called it about the tigers XD. In the prequel novel ‘Suspicious minds’, Tigers are referenced in relation to Kali (11 times!). Just some examples

Kali: “I was named after a goddess. She wore a tiger skin and was fierce in battle.”

Then Kali says to Alice (a women who can see future visions): “I love you, Alice. We can be tigers.”

This parallel (in relation to Alice) is fascinating because Kali actually uses her powers to fake Alice’s death- and to trick Dr. Brenner, and allow Alice to escape. The allusion was so realistic, that Terry could even touch the ‘dead’ Alice. So after Dr. Brenner realizes he’s been tricked, it wouldn’t be surprising after learning Kali could do this- that he’d use this power again, to his advantage. And Just like Kali & Alice are tigers together, so are Kali & Sarah (indicated by Sarah’s stuffed animal) their fates are forever linked.

Evidence Sarah Hopper is ‘Robin’

Now , my theory is that  at the behest of Dr.Brenner she was tasked to follow El and Will ( and gather intel), and make sure the plan to take them to whatever lab he is now operating in, goes according to plan. And before you say, that’s ludicrous... Dr. Brenner has already used numbers to track and bring in those he suspects have powers.

Last week the first chapter of the number 6 comic came out. Here it was established that number 3 (was given a fake mom and ) was tasked at spying/observing Francine (to see if she had powers). She attracted Brenner’s attention, since before her parents won the lottery, they had only been off by one number, on multiple scratch off tickets . In the comic, He (number 3) actually believes he’s doing a good thing . Now you can call it stockhold syndrome, but both the prequel novel and the comic imply the other numbers (aka the ‘Indigo children���) are treated much differently than El & Kali (11 & 8). And this is because, 1-7, and 9-10 have much weaker powers.  The prequel novel states this to be the case “ Eight wasn’t allowed to know there were other children here. They were all ordinary so far. He worried they’d infect her...Child shows gifts that require isolation from those who might weaken her...”. The book also implied that torture and traumatic events can strengthen powers, and that it was utilized more so on them- why Kali tells El to tap into her anger when using her powers. The comic alludes to this as well, the other numbers get to interact with one another, have lunch and talk, and even the guards are nicer and less dehumanizing towards them. Although, It’s mostly a facade.

So what number 3 tells Francine (number 6), may be how Sarah/Robin is seeing this mission. “ It was about protecting you. You can hate me if you want... it doesn’t change the fact that this is the safest place for people like us. Can you honestly say you’d rather be at home right now? Because I’m sure as hell glad they got you out of there.” 

When Francine’s parents found out about her powers they became abusive when she couldn’t use them properly, and since both number 3 and 1 agree that this is the safest place- this is sadly probably a common occurrence for super-powered kids. So even though, Sarah didn’t have such an experience she probably has heard plenty of horror stories from the other numbers- and wants to protect these 2 kids.

So when she says this to Steve, it’s a joke- but she’s probably trying to subtly figure out if he’s also close to Dustin’s other friends (ie. Will & El)

- other evidence includes the fact that the new prequel novel ‘Stranger Things: Darkness on the Edge of Town’ confirms that Sarah’s birthday is on the 4th of July (the same time period s3 will take place in)! And I just find that really suspicious.

-Also, Sarah and Robin have similar facial features, and hair and eye colors. The comic even doubles down on the fact that El was supposedly blonde (yes, people’s hair color/texture can change... but it’s still suspicious). Robin’s wrists are also both covered- so she could easily hide her tattoo, and she’s referred to in her character bio as simply an “alternative girl.” And frankly, with such a huge ensemble cast it makes no sense just to add her , simply to be a love interest.

-The one flaw in this theory, is that in ‘Stranger Things: Darkness on the Edge of Town’ if we takes the dates accurately- Sarah would be about 15 (and Robin seems to be closer to Steve’s age). However, since the other prequel novel got El’s birthday wrong-it’s still a strong possibility. Even if Robin isn’t Sarah, she is alive and we will see her again- whether that is in s3 or s4 though... is yet to be determined.

* all the edited gif/pics aren’t mine- and are simply being used for visual evidence.

[cl-babydew]

10.) “Where were you when I needed you?”(Della and the boys, family angst/slight fluff)

So I’m doing something special. This was requested by both cartoonromantic and Rebeccamurphyslaw!(their wattpad names)But both asked for ether Dewey/Della and Louie/Della. So instead, I decided to mix both and do Della and the triplets! ANGST OVERLOAD! XD

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“Mom!”

The pilot was zipped back from her daily daydreaming, the sound of one of her sons crying out to her. A blood curdling scream piercing through her numb ears.

Absorbing her soundings, she squinted, clutching at her chest as sweat dripped down the side of her head. She could feel the heat beating down on her. As she took a step, a shock struck through her back, causing her to hunch over in pain, as she winced, a ceased breath hitching in her throat as she coughed up blood.

Her eyes flickered up between the blood in her hands, and her surroundings, “Where...” the words grumbled off her beak as her eyes stopped upon a familiar green hooded duckling.

Once realization hit, she was up and running to her child’s side, ignoring all the pain that was screaming at her. Louie was hanging off the side of a crumbling cliff! Was she really daydreaming the whole time, and never seemed to notice her own child screaming for help as he clung on for dear life?!

As she forced her thoughts aside to focus on saving him, she slide to the ground, wincing as her beaten up body made contact with the hard rocky earth that was crumbling at an alarming rate beneath them.

Huffing to herself as she pulled Louie back onto the surface and into her arms, the thought of his face not showing never occurred to her; her mind swarmed as she only had one priority in that moment, “Find a safe area far away from the crumbling edge.”

Finally making it to a safe place, she kneeled down, ignoring the rocks digging into her skin. Clinging onto her youngest, her heartbeat tried to steady itself. “I’m such a bad mother! How could I let myself get so distracted?!”

Her worry bubbled over as the green duckling pushed his own mother away, his gaze still being down cast. A shadow covered his eyes, as his beak twisted into a bitter frown. A sneer escaping his beak.

Stuttering on her words, she hesitated to touch the side of her son’s cheek, “L-Louie?..Are you-“

“Where were you when I needed you?” He looked up, his body going limp in her arms, as his eyes and mouth oozed our black goo. The goo traveled down his face as Della watched in horror. Dripping onto his hoodie, the duckling before her began to drown and disappear. The ooze swallowing his body until their was nothing left but goo in her trembling arms.

He melted before her very eyes! What was happening?! Is this real, or some messed up nightmare? This couldn’t be real...right?

The terror in her eyes bore into her hands, as they trembled. She began shaking her head slowly, as tears stung the side of her eyes. Her mind went into overdrive, her fingers began digging into the goo, aching for her son. Words whispered repeatedly through her quivering beak, not wanting to believe what she had just experienced.

“I had him...I-I know I had him! He was in my arms! I-...I couldn’t...” her gooey hands covered her beak, muffling her sobs that urged to slip out. She kept shaking her head vigorously. This felt too real to be a nightmare.

The world around her crumbled as she began to fall, fall,...and fall...it seemed to go on forever...the darkness.

“Why did you have to leave?”

The voice brought light, bright light at that. She shot up as she clutched at her chest, gasping for air.

Scanning around the area, the light being too much on her compared to the darkness she was in for what seemed to be forever. She could hardly make out a blue silhouette.

“Dew-“

“Why did you leave? Why did you leave us? Why did you leave Uncle Donald? Are you really a good person?...Why mom?”

His voice was weak, but powerful enough to shatter her heart...or what was left of it. She bit down on her knuckles, holding back the tears wanting to slip out past her approval. This wasn’t the time!

Unable to see much but a blur, she stayed put, fixing herself in a more comfortable position.

She reached out her hand, allowing her presence to be noticed, “Dewey...I loved you guys more then anything, understand that-“

The blur shuffled a bit, unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, “-Then why did you leave us then?!” The duckling shouted, his voice bouncing off the bright crystal walls.

On the other hand, her voice was raspy at this point as she mustered her best to put as much heart into her response, “Because I-“

“Where were you when I needed you?!”

There it was again, the light exploded like an old star and left her to be engulfed by the familiar dark void. She hated the darkness...she may be an adult, but being in the dark wasn’t really her forte.

This has to be a nightmare! Because her children are ok, their tucked in bed and sleeping...even though...deep down she knew the words that were said are true.

“You’re such a terrible mom! I can’t blame you though, I mean...how can I? You were never here to learn how to become one to begin with.”

Her heart got back into motion, as did her surroundings. This time she was in a grassy field but...everything was black and white...more of gray. Even her clothes were drained of color.

Leaning over to a near pond, she peered over to look at herself. She gasp as her hand flew to her cheeks, all the colors from her eyes were gone...they were just plain gray, and dull looking. The water being gray didn’t help much though.

Too captivated with her color, she didn’t notice the three black shadowy ducklings circling her.

“Where were you when I needed you.” Huey whispered, as black tears streaked his face.

She jumped, facing the three standing forms. She bit down on her beak, wanting to say so much, but nothing coming out.

The shadows started to spin in a circle as they all shouted the same phrase she’s been hearing throughout this darn nightmare. Why hasn’t she woken herself up yet...was it because she knew she deserved this?

Tears sprung to her eyes, as she held her head in her hands. Her eyes were closed shut, she wanted to scream, for this nightmare to stop. But it just kept repeating over and over like a bad memory. That is until one last blow was said.

“Where were you when we needed you?!”

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“I’M SORRY!” She gasped, holding her hand to her forehead, to travel through her -drenched in sweat- hair.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, allowing herself to reflect and catch her breath.

After her breathing came to a steady pace, she glanced over her should to her clock that read ‘4:06am’.

Groaning, she swung her legs over her bed, allowing her webbed feet to slip through her brown and fluffy slippers.

Rubbing the side of her head, she yawned. Even though she was still asleep, the nightmare made her feel like she didn’t have any.

Not realizing where her feet were leading her, she almost stumbled over her own feet as she came to a familiar stop. Her boys’ room.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek and check if they are sound asleep...right? Yea-

“Where were you when we needed you?!”

Her hand shot back to her side, tightening her eyes.

She shook her head, “No!” She muttered. She needed to ignore those nasty thoughts, no matter how true they are.

Forcing her hand on the knob, she opened the door, making sure to be quiet as to not wake them.

A warm smile crept to her face as she saw her three boys sleeping peacefully...well somewhat peacefully. Louie’s body was twisted up, the cover hung off the side of his bed, getting ready to fall. While Dewey was fully under his blanket, this causing worry to shiver through her. Huey on the other hand might of been the only one that seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

She decided to creep on over to fix them. They needed more sleep then she did. She pulled Dewey’s blanket down and under his chin, enough so that he could breathe. While with Louie, she shifted his body to an angle she assumed that’ll be comfortable for him. Before heading out, she had a sudden urge in her heart, pulling her to them.

Following suit with a bit of hesitance, she quietly and swiftly kissed hers sons on the head, having to climb up for Huey being the tricky part in her opinion.

Before she was about to close the door, she took one last look.

“I may not have been there in the past...but that doesn’t mean I can’t be here as much as possible now.”

She closed the door with a dependent smile and a breath of courage. She was going to do her best to make up for everything, no matter what.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this! Sorry if there’s mistakes, I couldn’t check if I wanted to get this out today! I hope you still enjoyed!

[bts-write]

I fucking care- Murphamy Oneshot

A/N: Ahhh I finally finished this!!! For some reason it took a lot longer than I thought it would. I’m disappointed that it’s only my second fanfic for Pride Month but I’m just doing my best. I guess starting halfway through June because of exams slowed me down a bit XD.

Summary: IM SO BAD AT SUMMARIES UGH idk basically they’re all chilling in space (John and co. after Praimfaya- so it’s set after season 4 and before season 5) and John lowkey fancies Bellamy but of course he doesn’t even wanna admit it to himself but he kinda gives himself away cos he does something really cute and Bell is like omg does he like me and he lowkey confronts John about what he did and well...feelings come out and shit is revealed and it’s gay angst so yeah! (I was way too tired whilst writing this intro don’t judge me)

Requested by @bunker-boyfriends

The window looked out on emptiness. Distant stars, a distant Earth. It drove John crazy, being locked in space, the same people day in and day out, no way to escape the fact that he was just another broken light in the circuit of the Ring. There were no distractions. No job that he was good at. And now, no hand to hold his own, no one to whisper reassuringly.

He felt his mood darken further when he saw Harper touch Monty’s arm, drawing him closer, their bodies locking in an embrace. It made him feel colder, as if there was nothing separating him from the icy vacuum outside the window. He tried to turn back to it, to look at the stars instead, but the pain demanded to be felt.

Someone walked to his side and still, John couldn’t tear his eyes away. But then the voice brought more pain, and his eyes moved greedily to look.

“Hey”, Bellamy had greeted.

It had been one word, yet it had hurt more than any happy kisses shared by giggling couples.

“Don’t you have some minor problem to fix? Some decision to discuss with Raven?”

He didn’t want to push him away, but it was instinct. An instinct that had grown into his skin in the past years, an inborn illness magnified by the lethargy of space. There was not enough self esteem for him to face the shining heroes of the Ark.

“Or maybe you need to show off in front of Echo for a bit. She’s so whipped. Go on, lead her on a bit more.”

Bellamy nodded to himself, accepting John’s taunts. There was no point in trying to stop the sharp remarks. But it hurt nevertheless, seeing John punish himself by pushing them all away.

“I’ve made my feelings clear to Echo. Whatever she felt, it’s gone.”

John scoffed. The memory of Echo sauntering around Bellamy, trying to catch his eye, was still bitterly sharp in his mind. It didn’t matter that Bellamy hadn’t felt the same. It had turned John’s blood to fire, seeing them practice together, Echo oblivious to her failure, smirking and purring whenever she pinned Bellamy down. Sometimes it had seemed dangerously close, the possibility of a new couple on the Ring, ready to fill the void left by John and Emori.

And even though he’d had no right, he’d also felt himself scowling whenever Emori found solace in Raven’s company. John had been full to the brim with jealousy, bitter and unexplained, sometimes spilling from his eyes at night, more often, through sharp words from his mouth. He’d pushed them all away, to see if they cared enough to come back. Maybe he’d pushed too far.

“Murphy, I’m not here to talk about Echo.”, Bellamy brought John back, words so tired and listless, John stopped himself. He stopped whatever avalanche of insults was ready to pour out and drown the tired man beside him.

Bellamy hesitated. “I asked Monty about my rations from last week. Why he was giving me more food than he should. And he said someone was giving up theirs.”

John’s heart jumped into his throat. He tried to shrug. “I’m not surprised, the algae soup doesn’t exactly boost appetite.”

“He wouldn’t tell me who it was, when I asked him.”, Bellamy continued, trying to catch John’s eye. “But I heard Raven talking to you the other day. Something about food rations.”

John remembered Bellamy’s bedridden week, and the constant anger, like a squeezed fist around his heart, loosened a little. He remembered the worried glances, the tense silence spreading through the Ring. The half-hearted suggestions of remedies for the coughs and headaches. But they were no doctors. The best they could manage were the sympathetic looks, and that wasn’t enough.

John had taken his suggestion to Raven, but she’d thrown it back in his face in a panic. They couldn’t risk more people getting ill. John should stay away and keep eating and let them handle this.

It had hurt. He’d thought that for once, he might have an useful idea. Raven had snatched that away. But why shouldn’t he try? Apparently the best he could do to help was stay away. So surely they wouldn’t miss him if something happened to him. It would be worth it to help Bellamy. They needed him more than they needed John.

“Talking to me? More like screaming in my face.”, John answered, swerving around Bellamy’s silent question. But then the question ceased to be silent.

“It was you, wasn’t it? You told Monty to give me your rations because I was ill.”

John tried to swallow, but his throat had an invisible grip around it. Excuses seemed futile now, on the brink of discovery. But admitting his weakness to Bellamy was as terrifying as seeing him ill had been.

He’d been so pale. Skin hot and clammy, eyes drooping with each laboured breath. With his old vitality gone, there had been no black fire lighting up his eyes.

It had been Bellamy’s body. Reduced, shrunken, yet still his body. But it hadn’t been Bellamy. Only a shell that croaked whispers instead of growling threats. The familiar short temper hadn’t been there to greet John’s teasing. Bellamy hadn’t been grumpy, hadn’t even scowled. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes open.

So John had to do something. The hunger hadn’t been so bad. Not compared to the empty hours of waiting. Waiting for Bellamy to stand up from his bed and start shouting at John to stop sulking. Waiting for a miracle.

“It wasn’t a big deal”, he said, avoiding Bellamy’s eyes. “I slept through it most of the time. And like I said, that algae soup wasn’t appetizing anyway.”

“You could’ve made yourself ill, Murphy!”

Bellamy’s tone pulled at John’s heart, a violent wrench that made his hesitant eyes reach out for proof. It shouldn’t have been real. But it was there, even showing on his face. As if he cared. For John. As if John’s sacrifice had meant something.

John wanted to shake his head. Laugh it off. It hadn’t been a sacrifice. It had been a small incident, an act to soon be forgotten as things on the Ring settled back down. But Bellamy’s eyes were holding his own, and they burned with their old fire again. Only this time, it was warm. It was a hundred small flames from a hundred different feelings, and John thought he understood them all.

“I couldn’t just let you-”, John choked on the fear behind his honesty. It was terrifying, to remove the mask from his words before he spoke them.

“You were so ill, Bellamy. I had to do something.”

He thought Bellamy might shout at him. Call him an idiot. That he would have been ready for.

“Thank you.”, Bellamy said, his eyes still holding John’s, still warm with their hundred flames.

For a moment, they were both too scared to act, too frozen in uncertainty. The moment floated between them, a heavy air sparking as if with electricity. John wanted to move, but any move seemed a mistake he couldn’t afford to make. And he didn’t know what to do.

Bellamy looked away, the fire running from something more intense.

John wanted to run too. Behind his walls, back to before Bellamy’s illness. He wanted to run from the silence, from the weight of unspoken words.

Bellamy looked back. He looked at the way John’s clothes seem too loose for him, the way his stubble covered sharp cheekbones, a face so thin that all traces of humour had turned dark. And it was partly because of him. For him. And space. It had turned John sour, and nowadays the blue eyes were mostly grey.

Something stirred in his heart. Some discomfort tugging at him at the sight of John’s frailness. It was sadness and something else, something a little sweeter. 

“Why do you care?”, Bellamy asked. “Why do you care what happens to me?”

John shrugged. “Because without you this ship would be emptier. I guess I’ve grown fond of this little space family. It makes it easier to be the outcast.”

“Murphy, you’re not-”

“I am. I am an outcast, but it’s my fault. And sometimes I don’t want to be.”

“Then why push us away? Why push Emori away?”

“This is not about Emori!” John could feel his pulse burning hotter.

“Do you not love her?”

“I do. But I’m not in love with her. Not anymore.”

John pondered the silence, wondering whether it was too late to turn back their honesty. “Just like you’re not in love with Echo anymore.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes. “I never was in love with her. And I don’t think she was in love with me either.”

“Have you seen the way she looked at you?”, John laughed.

“Like she wanted to kill me?”, Bellamy suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Like she was trying not to look away. Like she was trying to be braver than she was.”, John mocked.

But then his tone softened, his mind drifting away. “Like looking at you was the most terrifying thing in the world, but like it was worth it nevertheless.”

The silence deepened. Bellamy’s hands found each other, fumbling.

“I guess I wouldn’t know...I’ve never really-”

“What? You’ve never been in love, Bellamy? You’re lucky.”

“Why?”

“Because it hurts.”

“I’ve heard it can be pretty good.”

“What did you hear?”

“I’ve heard that it can make you smile a lot. Even if you’re not with them, you think of them and it just happens.”, Bellamy shrugged, fighting his own smile.

“You seem to be smiling a lot right now.”

The smile turned bashful at John’s words, shying away until it disappeared.

“Sounds like you’ve got more experience than you think.”, John concluded, trying to redeem his mistake. “Whoever she is, I hope she’s worth it.”

John’s small voice, his fading smile, the fragile frame drooping under baggy clothes, they all tugged on Bellamy’s heart. A regret for the fear behind his actions.

He wanted to smile again, hold onto it and embrace the fact that yes, he was smiling a lot right then. But he didn’t know how to say it, and he didn’t know why.

“Murphy-”

John was still studying his hands, folded together to tight that his knuckles turned white.

“John.”

John’s hands clenched tighter.

Bellamy’s breaths turned shallow. “I didn’t- I think maybe I was wrong”, he stuttered, his words stumbling over each other. “Maybe I do know what it feels like.”

He took a deep breath. “When I saw you with Emori, Monty with Harper, I thought maybe Echo’s company wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe that’s why I didn’t push her away at first. But then you and Emori broke up, and even though she was a friend who was hurting...I felt- I wanted to stop pretending with Echo. I realised she wasn’t what I wanted. And I hated myself for it but... I was glad you pushed Emori away.”

John’s head was spinning. It was as if the sound waves were tumbling over each other, mixing up words, carrying muffled half sentences to his ears. It was dream-like, it was impossible.

“And when I found out what you did for me”, Bellamy continued, “I realised how much it meant to me. That you cared. But it terrified me, the fact that you could’ve been sick or hurt. Is that- is that what it feels like? The good and the bad?”

For some reason, John’s voice trembled when he spoke, and his eyes filled with emotion. He felt pathetic, too much relief, fear, too much of everything being too much for him.

“Is that what what feels like?”

“Being in love.”

All the hidden emotions, everything John had been ignoring for years broke through the surface, and he sobbed too hard to speak.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, Bellamy asked, that impossible care still in his voice, his arms moving to hold John’s shaking body.

There were a million things John could have said, or forced himself to say. But instead he cried, sobbing in Bellamy’s arms, not letting himself talk because trying to speak would have been more embarrassing than simply crying in silence.

When John felt like he’d cried his soul out and was nothing more than an empty shell, he leaned weakly against Bellamy, whose arms were still wrapped around him.

“I’m sorry.”, John said, too worn out to manage more than a monotone whisper. The million emotions that had mixed together through the years had now drained out through his eyes, leaving emptiness behind.

“What happened? Why were you crying?”, Bellamy asked.

“Did you really mean what you said? Because I really don’t feel like being played with, Bellamy.”

“It was because of what I said? John, I’d never do that.”

Bellamy pulled away, his hands on John’s shoulders, holding him at arm’s length.

“John, I don’t know much about this. But you just made me realise that I’m in love with you. And I have been for a while. I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“You really must not know shit, because how the hell could you just admit that in front of the person you supposedly like?”John spoke lightly, too weak to fight Bellamy or to look away, to pretend he didn’t care.

Bellamy smiled. “I guess I was pretty certain you felt the same. You’re not exactly subtle, Murphy.” Bellamy’s hands moved up John’s shoulders, resting in the crook of his neck.

John was too tired to worry and doubt. The tears had washed so much away, that all he could do was live the feelings he was feeling right now, it was too hard to remember the past. So it felt easy to mirror Bellamy’s smile. 

“You cocky shit. How could you be that self centered? And just stick with John please, it was really hot.”

Bellamy laughed, his hands cupping John’s face. “So you believe me? You admit you like me back? No more pretending, no more sulking and pushing people away?”

Part of John wanted to defy the infuriating confidence, prove Bellamy wrong. But the feeling of the hands on his skin was too intoxicating to deny.

“I never said anything about liking you. But even if I accept you, it doesn’t mean I have to talk to anyone else. You’re just too hard to resist.”

“You’re contradicting yourself, John.”

“Fuck, just kiss me already you coward.”

“I’m the coward? I’m the one who actually-”

John muffled Bellamy’s words with his lips, bringing years’ worth of struggles to an end, and finally sealing his dreams with a kiss.

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A Deal with the Devil

[17:48] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would be dropped off just infront of the place he was supposed to meet this mysterious employer at his trusty blasters on his side and his sword resting he'd enter the street looking closely around him he'd activate his visor damn undercity was always dark he'd notice what appeared to be a darkened robed with bolts of lightning around it he'd raise his hand said '' Ye called fer a pirate ? ''

[17:54] Dark Lady Malice studied the man as he approached her, a sly smirk crawling across her face behind the mask.  The tendrils of electricity crackled around her, seemingly to try and reach out to grab the pirate, but she held them in check.  "Former ISM General are you not Mister, Artimis Raiden.  How the mighty have fallen." she chuckled.  It was not an overly pleasant sound given the horror that was her voice.  "I have a job for you.  One I intend to pay well for.  It requires a man of your....background.  I am in need of a subject for my experiments.  They must be strong...yet broken.  Byss has been known to keep prisoners, all their lives, in a permanent state of misery.  That is the kind of person I need.  Given you were once a General, I assume you can find your way into their holding cells and get me what I need?"

[18:00] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would have his hands close at his blade just incase there was something fishy about this but if the credits were good why the hell not right. looking over the lady listening to her words as he said '' Actually i was just a pirate put in charge of a military due to my successful raids in the past. As pirate i might add so in truth the mighty have not fallen in my occasion '' he'd grin the suaveness of his tone increasing as he said '' I am actually still the Rear Admiral of the navy so i can certainly access those cells you speak off but first there is my fee to discuss you see i'd be endangering my rather favorited position within the Dark Council what if they no longer invite me for tea ! '' he'd smirk then added '' I'd also like to know who i am rescuing specifically plenty of scum in the brig not all might be compatible with your ermm... I will call them plans '' he'd laugh briefly lighting up his chemstick still somewhat cautious and took a toke of it [18:05] Dark Lady Malice chuckled at his choice of words. "I do not think I would go so far as to call it a rescue.  There is no one specific.  Any one of them will do, as long as they have been a prisoner since they were very young.  I want them used to captivity." she replied.  "I am sure the Dark Council will not even miss them.  They keep hundreds of such worthless beings for their own varied uses.  Your tea sessions are not in danger.  As for your fee...." she drifted off, looking over his somewhat shoddy armor, "A new set of armor perhaps?" she offered.  "Though it will be a custom job and may take a while." [18:08] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would run his hand over his chin considering her words the job was easy enough and he sure could use new fancy armor he'd smirk then said '' Armor is good but i'd like some credits too. Lets say add 5 thousand creds to the offer and we got an understanding.. '' he considered adding for a fancy ship but eh t'was an easy enough job [18:12] Dark Lady Malice rolled her eyes.  The armor she was going to give him was going to be ridiculously expensive.  But five thousand credits wasn't exactly much.  If he felt the need to add the sum in so he could pretend he had negotiating skills then that was just fine with her, "Very well.  You drive a hard bargain," she patronized him.  "But I expect the job done within the hour."

[18:16] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden bowed respectfully as he said '' We got ourselves a deal then Miss Mystery. Tis not hard bargain perse i simply like credits. '' nodding in her direction as he said '' well i better change into a uniform then must be the best way to get em

[18:16] Dark Lady Malice waved him off, "I do not care how you do it.  Just do it.  I will wait here."

[18:17] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would tap his bandana as he went to his transport to change into uniform

[19:05] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would approach the meeting point as he looked to the lady and said '' Here's your friend i fulfilled my end of the deal i'll be expecting my fee now course the armor may be delivered to my ship whenever it is avaliable '' he'd smile then took a toke from his chemstick his hands close to his blasters incase the man wanted to run away

[19:08] Dark Lady Malice inclined her head towards the cage next to her that she had had brought from her ship while she waited, "Put him in there while I start the credit transfer," she replied.  She just shook her head at the ridiculous pirate refering to the test subject as a "friend" but said nothing about it.  She pulled out a datapad, connecting to the personal accounts of Artimis Raiden.  She transferred five thousand as agreed upon, and waited for the prisoner to be secured.  "Someone will be sent to collect your measurements at a later date.  Expect them to show up at random."

[19:09] Subject 074 looked ahead with wide eyes. He turned to look at the man who freed him, wanting to ask if he saw what Subject 074 saw. Being alone for so many years in isolation did things to the mind, but without a doubt he was staring at a nightmare. A woman that reeked of madness and oblivion. He stood his ground, previously seeing the man's blaster and sword. Even with his powers, Subject 074 was not prepared. And just like that, his life was sold again. He grinned somewhat at the thought of it. It was that easy to sell his hide, on the street no less. [19:14] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would try to persuade the man to go into the cage '' Like i said when i let you out i never guarenteed actual freedom simply a new path. So i ask you to please step into this cage i'm certain you'll come to enjoy it '' nodding to the lady he said '' I got a ship to catch though lady [ RL bed xD 4:14 AM xD ] So i cant do much more then i agreed upon and that was to deliver ye the man here ''

[19:17] Dark Lady Malice nodded, "I have no other need for you anyway, your purpose has been served." She finished the credit transfer and put the datapad away.  She did not bother to thank him, credits were thanks enough.  She waited for the man to get into the cage, preparing to throw him in, violently, if she had to.

[19:22] Artimis 'The Talon' Raiden would turn around and made his way to his ship [leaves rp cuz rl sleepz and baby wakes up in 4 hrs xD ]

[19:23] Subject 074 looked between the two and paced slowly over to the cage, studying it, looking it over. He began to feel something strange, an exhilaration over possibility of his next torment. What new ways would he suffer in? Considering it all, even that thought, was horrifically exciting. He stepped into the cage and grinned wide at the pirate that brought him to a new fate. "Enjoy the credits."

[19:39] Dark Lady Malice removed a scanner from her belt.  Using the Force to bring the man closer to the bars, nearly crushing him up against them, she would use the scanner to take a blood sample and cross-reference it with the Byss prisoner records.  She downloaded all his information, such as age, blood type, medical records, etc.  "Ah, prisoner since 11 years old," she commented idly as she glanced over the information.  "What would you even know of enjoying credits?  And no one asked you to speak."

[19:47] Subject 074 stood there in the small crate, staring out the bars, resigning himself to his fate. When she pulled his up against the door he grunted and looked at her with eyes of fury and fire. "I know more than you think. A jail cell is less confining when you can see far away just in your mind. I've seen people walking these streets. Visions of other planets. Whispers of civilization. You want me for my power? Take it, I will never give it."

[19:55] Dark Lady Malice lifted the cage onto the cargo tug, punching into the keys the coordinates of her ship.  She laughed when she heard him speak.  Her voice was the sound of multiple voices echoing in a void with screams in return.  It was obvious it was unnatural. The laugh was not a pleasant sound. "I did not even know you had any power.  I am here to collect prisoners for my experimentation.  You were nothing but a randomly drawn number.  Do not place such a self importance upon yourself.  You know nothing of true power, and what you have is mine to take not yours to give." she executed the commands of the tug and it hovered immediately towards her vessel, with her walking behind it, unhurried.

[20:03] Subject 074 felt the structure he stood on move, keeping his feet planted on the crate's floor as he looked at her. "Then I await this true power. Maybe someday I'll lay eyes on someone who wields it." He stepped back and leaned on one of the walls, looking up. He expected nothing but lies from this woman, following the pattern of his life. But this demon didn't belong amongst normal people, even on a terrible planet like this. "What are you?" He mouthed, but not too loudly.

[20:06] Dark Lady Malice did not bother to answer him, as a lioness did not concern itself with the ramblings of it's prey.  Once they reached her ship she loaded the cage securely in the hold before heading wordlessly to the bridge to make the journey home.

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

#16 + #26 with MatsuHanaIwaOi, please? For "The Way You Said 'I Love You'" prompts? Maybe with Iwa-chan being the one dying? So much angst...xD Thanks so much!

Hi dear! Whydo you want to kill me? No really, I was waiting for some MatsuHanaIwaOi andwhen finally it arrives, you ask for angst. Deep angst. Angst so angst that I’mstill crying. I warned all of you that I go all out on angst if requested, sodon’t complain if I break your hearts! (But THANK YOU FOR ASKING MATSUHANAIWAOII LOVE THEM) I’ll hope you like this!

Have a niceday!

MatsuHanaIwaOi,ApocalypticFuture!Au, Major Character Death, Angst and Love, Love andSacrifice, Love

Why?

Green. Green had always been Oikawa’s favorite color.

Green like aliens.

Green like the grass where he’d learnt to playvolleyball, where he had lain with his boyfriends during high school andexchanged giddy kisses.

Green like Iwaizumi’s eyes.

And green was the only thing he could see right then.

“I-Iwa-chan…” Oikawa called in a broken voice, nousual cheerfulness in the way he pronounced his favorite name. Just a shatteredwhisper.

“Glad you’re safe, Shittykawa…” Iwaizumi repliedtrying to sound fine but, ah, he wasn’t fine uh?

Blood dripped from his lips. Pain numbed his senses.His body trembled as he towered over Oikawa, hands propped against the concreteby the sides of his head. A broken metal bar pierced his chest, other bloodwetting his clothes and falling in droplets over his boyfriend’s.

“I-Iwa-chan…” Oikawa repeated in horror, eyes wateringwith tears and widening in fear.

No, no, no,no. Anyone but him. Please, not him.

“Shhht babe, it’s fine…” Iwaizumi hummed tiredly, fondand warm eyes caressing Oikawa’s face with that special tenderness.

“You’re not fine!” Oikawa yelled finally panic and terrortaking the place of shock, “You’re not fucking fine Hajime! ISSEI! TAKAHIRO! WHEREARE YOU? PLEASE COME AND HELP US! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP US!” He screamed to thetop of his lungs, chocking on his tears.

His words echoed in the empty space, filled with ruinsand dust. The damaged building had collapsed suddenly, while Oikawa andIwaizumi were searching for food. He had thought they were far enough, weren’tthey? They had run. They had run hand in hand through the falling rocks. So whydid it happen? Suddenly Iwaizumi had screamed his name, pushed him down andcovered him with his own body.

As fucking always. As he always protected them.Without even thinking about himself. Sacrificing everything for them.

When Oikawa had opened his eyes, he had found sorrowfulgreen, crimson red and the deathly shine of metal.

Why?

Hadn’t the world already hurt them enough? It hadkilled their families, taken everything away and left them only with each otherand their desperate love.

Why?

“You’re always so loud…” Iwaizumi chuckled faintly,before he coughed more blood.

“Stop! Don’t talk! Preserve your energy! They’recoming! They’re c-” Oikawa wanted to move or help, but he didn’t dare to. Hedidn’t want to risk worsening the wound.

“…but I’ve always loved your voice.” The boy endedwith another soft small. “Like a bell. And I never spent a second of my lifewithout hearing it.”

Oikawa cried harder, moving his sore and bruised handsto cup his face.

“Please Hajime, please,” he whispered feeling as hisown soul was breaking down. Every breath was a dagger, every tear burned likeflame.

“And I love Takahiro’s giggle and Issei’s silence. Ilove how stupid you can be yet so serious and capable. How protective andloving yet so fragile and human. I love all of you.” Hajime continued as a flowof memories flooded into his mind and brought away the pain. He had to say itall, he had to say everything before it was too late. He didn’t have much time,did he?

“Hajime-” Oikawa cried holding him tightly. Stay withme, he wanted to scream. Don’t leave us.

“I love your stupid antics and the fire in your eyeswhen you play volleyball. The feeling of being home when we hug. The nightsspent watching the stars. Your alien movies, Hiro’s drawings and Issei’shumming…”

“TOORU! WHERE ARE YOU?” Matsukawa’s voice reached himsuddenly and Oikawa’s eyes went wide.

“…and your kisses, the sensation of your naked skin,they way your eyes shine when I compliment you suddenly, your pout, how Hirobeam when he sees small animals or Issei dancing while we clean up the apartment.Go, I love even your stupid nicknames or the pet names…”

“HERE, HERE! QUICK!” He shouted even if his voice wasbroken, “Hajime please don’t give up, please Hajime-”

“..and they way you all smile at me every time or knowwhen I need to be hugged even if I never ask because I suck at talking…”

“No.” Oikawa whipped his head and found his other twoboyfriends, standing and looking at them in pure horror. Worn-out clothes,dirty skin, blood stains…survivors. They were survivors. The four of them hadsurvived the worst calamities, the apocalypse, together and were stillbreathing until then.

Why?

Hanamaki fall on his knees, mouth open and eyes void.Tears streamed down his cheeks in silence. Matsukawa cursed and came nearer.

“No. NO!” he wept staggering towards them and eyeingthe metal bar trespassing his love. Not Hajime.

“Issei…Hiro…”Iwaizumi called them feebly, anothersmall smile blooming on his face, “Tooru is fine, don’t worry…”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT BEING FINE!” Oikawa burst,looking desperately at Matsukawa, “PULL IT OUT! PULL IT OUT NOW!”

When it was the last time Oikawa had screamed likethat? Probably he never had.

“I COULD KILL HIM!” Matsukawa yelled in responsegrabbing his hair and feeling his breath coming short. Hanamaki sobbed loudlyand covered his face with the hands. How the sky dared to be tainted with thebeautiful colors of the sunset when their world was crumbling? Their beautiful colors as once Iwaizumihad unexpectedly said while Hiro was drawing in his lap: deep blue for him,violet for Matsukawa, pink for Hanamaki and bright red for Oikawa.

Why?

“PULL IT OUT!” Don’t let him die, Oikawa beggedinside. To his boyfriends. To himself. To God.

Don’t let him die.

“Issei,” Iwaizumi called, turning slightly towardshim, “Pull it out.”

“But-“

“I don’t feel pain anymore,” he admitted weakly and Hanamakibroke in a grieving lament.

Matsukawa tried to brush away the tears to clear hisvisions, but it was useless. Trembling like a leaf, he grabbed the spear.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he repeated closinghis eyes. Then he pulled out with all of his strength.

Iwaizumi only emitted a small, suffering groan andfell onto Oikawa. The brunet finally moved and scrambled seated, holding his bestfriend delicately by the shoulders.

“Hajime! No, stay awake! Look at me!” He begged as heturned him so that Iwaizumi was in his lap, leaning against his chest andgazing at his face, “I’ll save you! Please, I’ll save you!” he repeated tryingto stop the blood from his chest, but it was everywhere. Everywhere.

Iwaizumi shook slightly his head.

“You’ve already saved me, Tooru,” he said quietly, “You,Issei and Hiro. From the day you’ve loved me.” He caressed softly his cheek andthen turned slowly to his other boyfriends.

Oikawa inhaled sharply, realization downing on him andfreezing his body. Hanamaki finally moved and scrambled to them, taking Hajime’shand and hiding the face in the crook of his neck. Matsukawa followed, fallingonto his scarlet chest and gripping tightly around his horrible Godzillat-shirt.

“Please Hajime no,” Hanamaki prayed in a whisper, “Wecan’t survive without you! I can’t! Who’ll hold me during the night? Who’llcook? Who’ll smack me when I’m being inappropriate? Who-”

Iwaizumi stopped his frantic blabbering by squeezinghis hand and Hanamaki lifted his head to meet those green eyes.

“You’ll be fine, Tooru and Issei will be there.” He reassuredhim. Because obviously Iwaizumi was reassuring them even when he was the onedying.

Dying.

Why?

“You’re strong Takahiro, more than you believe,” hecontinued as his boyfriend cried hugging his cold body, “You’re all strong. Iknow it, it’s a part that I love of you.”

“Not as you,” Issei argued, “You kept us together. Youare our Hajime. Our super Hajime. Please, don’t leave us.” He begged.

Oikawa closed his eyes as the pain torn him apart.

Why?

Iwaizumi moved his hand from Tooru’s cheek toMatsukawa’s hair and ruffles them gently.

“I’m sorry, this time I can’t,” He mourned as his handlost force and fell, “Please live on. Live on and smile, laugh, love eachother. I’ll be waiting Issei, I promise. I’ll be always waiting.”

Matsukawa wept harder and clutched his hand to thechest. The hand who had smacked, flicked, caressed, protected and loved him.Always.

And finally, Iwaizumi raised his eyes on his childhoodfriend. His better half.

“It seems we’re going to play for different teamsOikawa,” he teased tiredly and Oikawa forced a grin through the tears. As if hecould deceive him, Iwaizumi has always been able to distinguish the “fiftyshades of Shittykawa’ smiles”.

“Only for a while,” he hummed in pain, gently combingIwaizumi’s hair with trembling fingers. But the boy couldn’t sense it anymore.

“Make it a long while,” Iwaizumi replied sternly andOikawa grimaced.

Why?

“I don’t know if I can, Iwa-chan, not without you.”

Iwaizumi smiled. The special one. With dimples andsunshine. The warm one. The “Everything will be fine” one.

“You can, you’re the strongest man I’ve ever met. Thestrong partner I can boast about. My childhood friend. My captain. My lover. MyTooru,” Hajime told him without breaking off his stare, “Lead them, Tooru. Leadthem and protect the loves of my life.”

Then, Iwaizumi lowered his eyelids and concealedforever that shining green.

Oikawa screamed his sorrow and anger at the sky as hissoul was ripped in two.

Hanamaki curled around him and closed his eyes toblock off that empty world.

Matsukawa hugged the three of them and let the sufferanceand heart-breaking pain take over him.

They stayed there for an infinite time, holdingIwaizumi Hajime as they repeated “I love you” over and over again, until it wasnothing than a senseless babble. Even if they weren’t going to hear an answer.

Never again.

Why?

[scartale-an-undertale-au]

Papers of Homelessness - Chapter 28

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BEFORE | NEXT

a/n: i’m terribly sorry for not keeping to schedule, but life is a bit of a mess lately... enjoy nonetheless *smirk darkly* this chapter is certainly... interesting XD

Somehow you move on, it seemed.

After everyone had calmed down, Grillby had brought over the soup pot and distributed the broth to the four of you, putting the plate with the bread on the middle of the table.

And so an awkward silence fell upon the table as you each quietly took from the bread and feasted upon the soup. You noticed Papyrus' eyes brightening up at the taste and Frisk twitched but kept her eyes on her bowl.

You didn't fault her. She probably was filled with different emotions and thoughts.  She most likely doesn't wish to speak to anyone at the moment.

You wouldn’t.

"Sans?"

Or she would.

The older man's head shot up, his eyes duller than before and the spoon stopping just shy of entering his mouth. You grimaced at the repulsing sight of the soup dripping from the soup and the open mouth.

Sans quickly shook himself out of his reverie and placed down the spoon thankfully, giving a weak grin. "Water is it, kiddo?"

You gave a snort. "There is no water around and you used that joke already."

Frisk gave a small snort as well and Sans shrugged, his grin turning genuine. "But seriously. What is it?"

The woman fingered their hair, her fingers twitching and occasionally reaching for her hoodie only to stop and return. You sighed and placed a hand on her head. She jolted and turned to you, eyes confused.

You shrugged. "No one ran out screaming yet so don't worry about your eyes."

Frisk blinked and then frowned. "Yet?"

You smirked. "You do have a way of making people scream—ouch!"

She had pinched your unguarded ribs. You retracted your arm and rubbed the sore part. "Hey! I was just trying to be supportive!"

"No violence!" Papyrus piped in and you rolled your eyes. Frisk eyed the tall young man, her face hidden from your position. But then Papyrus grinned and placed a hand on his chest. "I personally think that your eyes are magnificent, so never fear over covering your face with the great Papyrus."

That's basically what you had just said… without the 'great Papyrus' part.

Seriously, why does he even do this?

"Thank you…" Frisk said and you scowled. And of course that sun incarnate managed to convince Frisk. Was it the childhood friends' vibe or just Frisk being annoying?

Frisk turned to you and gave a small smile, making your insides twist yet you felt your mouth quirking up in reply.

...

Damn that woman.

A cough turned the three of you back to an amused Sans and a silent Grillby. Frisk blinked and shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry."

Sans chuckled. "It's okay, kiddo. So what did you want to know?"

"How… were my parents?" Frisk asked and Sans' smile drooped a bit before he grinned and nodded.

"Well, how about I just tell you baby stories? That way it's funnier," He suggested and Frisk stiffened.

You smirked. "You have embarrassing ones?"

Sans' eyes flashed. "Soup much."

"And then this tiny girl, barely reaching to my knee, like ‘this’ tiny, just approached me and demanded with this haughty princess like manner that I would be the knight," Sans told his third story by now and you were fighting hard not to laugh at Frisk's wide eyes.

Toddler Frisk was extremely bossy, it appeared.

Sans wiped his eyes and gave a big laugh. "I thought that she had wanted me to save her from the big, scary, dragon. But then she goes to Papyrus, who was wearing this ridiculous hairband with two horns, and said that as the dragon, he must protect her from the evil knight."

"Frisk, you had gotten it all wrong!" You cracked and evaded a pinch to your side. Frisk's cheeks were red at this point and Papyrus was too enraptured in the stories to notice.

"Sorry, sorry," Sans laughed, "Your father always liked to record stuff that you did so as to when you grew up, he would have a lot of blackmail to use with your future significant other."

You smirked at Frisk. "I have blackmail now."

Frisk frowned. "No, you don't."

"I do."

"Don't." Frisk attempted to pinch you again, but you realized her intention and stood up, stepping away from her fingers. Frisk's frown turned to a scowl and she stood up as well, rushing after you.

Shit!

You ran away, jumping to the side and ducking when her fingers reached too close. Frisk shot out her right hand and you flung over a table and turned to deflect her arm. She grabbed your arm and went to pinch it.

So, knowing it was pointless to wrench your arm away from the strong hold, you pinched her arm. Frisk froze and her eyes grew wide.

You smirked. "I won."

Frisk blinked and then swiftly in a sharp move, she pinched your nose.

You looked at her fingers closing over your nose, scowling. "I still won."

"I did. I got your nose."

"Oh, yeah?" You swatted her hand away and attempted to reach for her nose when a loud exclaim and long arms circled your body and lifted you up.

Heartbeat skyrocketing from the sudden panic, you flailed. "Put me down!"

"The great Papyrus will help Frisk vanquish her opponent!" Papyrus exclaimed louder, hurting your ears but somewhat calming you down from your fit. But you were still panicked over being held by someone like that and tried to get off. But Papyrus was stronger than first impression and you were too high in the air to get your legs working.

You wanted to yell at Papyrus to put you down but for some odd reason, cold washed over you and the panic beat loudly in your ears.

You had to get down. You were in a bad position. You're vulnerable. You can't fight back. You can't win. You can't—

"And 'The Vanquisher' holds him up, people! Seems like a new kind of move for our big guy."

"Too bad Player is so small for his age."

"Would be interesting to see how Void's best puppy would fare in this troubling position."

Breathe smelling of dirt and blood on your neck and cheek. Fatty arms holding you up. Your knife is on the floor. You can't get down. You can't kill this kid. You can't fight. You're going to die like a dog. After all this time, you—

"Chara."

Air whooshed in and filled your pruned lungs, and everything swirled and you grabbed your head as the world went black for a moment. You were on your knees and two warm spots were on your shoulders, preventing you from falling forward.

"Chara, breathe with me."

You nodded, groaning when your head exploded and your forehead throbbed from the bruising from earlier. But you still followed the heavy breathing, trying to rein in the panic and the exhaustion buzzing and weighing your bones down.

That vision… it wasn’t real, yet felt so real. What the hell had even happened to you?

"You're with me?"

You made a small hum, not wanting to move your head again. A sigh of relief followed your sound and a hand was placed on your forehead. "No fever, no throwing up. That's good. Grillbz, get him on fluids and send him to bed. That was a really bad one."

You didn't see Grillby, but you felt small arms circle your back and pick up your arm, looping it over a small shoulder. A small body was pressed to your side and the familiar earthy scent chased away the smell of dirt and blood, making your body relax. You lowered your closed eyes to the hair tickling your nose, taking in some deep breaths.

"Stand up, Chara…" Frisk's soft voice slightly soothed away your panic and you nodded, using her to get up to your trembling feet. You had to stay bent over for her to be able support your weight, but you weren't able to straighten up anyways so you didn't mind. You just needed her to walk, not to stand up. You just needed to know she was the one holding you up. That she was there.

And so, you slowly made your way to the staircase.

"I'm sorry, Chara…" Papyrus' voice started but then was dropped. You didn't open your eyes or acknowledged him. You just wanted to be in bed and be close to Frisk, that's all. Or your mother. That would be great as well.

"Bro, it's okay. You didn't know, how about we leave them be for the meanwhile?" Two sets of footsteps left followed by the front door closing with a jingle and more tension left your body. You were now with people you trusted. Grillby's arms joined Frisk's on the stairs and soon you were laid down on a bed – Frisk's probably since it smelled strongly of her.

"…I'll get… tea."

The door shut close and fingers fluttered over your closed eyelids. You stiffened on instinct and the fingers withdrew. You relaxed and sighed. "Sorry…"

"Don't be. Sorry for Papyrus," She mumbled and pulled the blanket over you, hand resting on your cheek. You slumped and your heart settled. She brushed your hair back, massaging your temple a bit harshly but slowly growing softer as she adjusting her strength.

She was unused to this as well.

"…What did you see?" She suddenly asked and you jolted from nearly falling asleep. Then you froze and your heart leaped to your throat as you recalled the vision.

Someone was holding you. You were about to die, that you were certain of—

"Chara..." You heard rustling and a warm object pressed to your forehead… was it her forehead? Frisk blinked, her eyelashes brushing your bruise. So you were right...

You took a deep breath and reached out, meeting with Frisk's hand and holding it tightly, needing something to ground yourself with.

What was going on? You didn't remember it happening so why were you having that panic attack? Why were you so affected by it?

"Chara, focus on me…" Frisk muttered and you nodded. "You're safe…"

Safe… that's right. Grillby’s is a safe haven. Grillby was here. Frisk was here. They won't let you be in pointless danger…

You sighed and gently pried your eyes open, your sight blurry and foggy but it slowly cleared as you blinked, Frisk's nose appeared and the woman shifted so the gold-flaked garnet eyes focused on you. Your noses were touching and you were staring into one another's eyes.

So at least now you had a name for the color…

"How are you feeling?" Frisk finally asked and you blinked. After a moment, you gave a weak shrug and your eyes closed, too exhausted to keep them up. Frisk exhaled, her breathe tickling your lips. "I understand… sleep."

It was as if you were waiting for those words, since the next thing you knew was the oblivion of slumber.

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