#and he uses his broken sword to cut off the hand that reached out to the man what is breaking casca(ikyk the symbolism here)??? ART!!!

[paint-it-dead]

are you mentally stable or are you reading through berserk only to realise that the hand that guts cut off at the eclipse is the same hand that he put on griffith's shoulder after the assassination of the queen and also the hand that he put on griffith's shoulder, again, that was the catalyst for the beggining of the eclipse?

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“Oh, fuck.”

The clatter of her practice sword on the ground is almost louder than the crunch that rings out from his wrist. He inhales sharply, biting back a shout — no matter how many times it’s happened, he will never get used to breaking a bone. That shit hurts.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck, Seaweed Brain, is it broken?”

“Think so,” Percy grits out. He tries for a smile, and Annabeth matches it, small and worried. He leans into the hand she cups over his cheek. “Not too bad, though. If I just dump my water bottle on it —”

“Absolutely not. Water healing leaves you achey when it rains, you know that.” Shifting to wrap her arm around his waist, she helps him stand, shouldering some of his weight like it’s his ankle that’s broken. He lets her, reaching down to squeeze the hand resting on his hip — I’m fine. We’re good. She turns her hand to wrap clasp their hands together — Okay. If you’re sure.

They walk together to the infirmary, taking their time. Aside from the pain pulsing from his arm, it’s not too bad — camp is as balmy as usual, and the spring break energy is practically visible, it’s so potent. The Demeter cabin has plants growing everywhere, flowers and fruit trees blooming as bright as a box of new crayons, and the air is filled with shouts of laughter and teasing. Annabeth’s steps fall in time with his, and she’s a comfortable warmth at his side, pressed from shoulder to hip.

“You still okay?”

“Yep.” He catches her eye, smiling crookedly at her. “Doesn’t even make my top fifty.”

She rolls her eyes, hipchecking him. “Don’t I know it, ya klutz.”

“Not sure I would call being flung from the St. Louis Arch being a klutz. Or exploded in a volcano. Or crushed under the sky. Or slashed by giants. Or chased by —”

“You’re talking, but all I’m hearing is Annabeth, please, please pinch me, as hard as you can —”

“Hey! Get those claws off me, gods you’re worse than an empousai —”

“— and when you’re done pinching me please put me in the tightest headlock you can manage —”

“I am injured! You are beating up an injured person right now!”

“— and then please just bite a chunk out of my shoulder —”

“Cut it out or I’m telling Mom!”

“Wimp,” she taunts, finally releasing him. “I don’t go running to Sally every time I lose a fight.”

“Wha — you do so!”

She ducks through the infirmary door, smirking like she can’t hear him.

“You literally — you snitched on me last week! I got grounded for two days!”

“And you deserved it,” she says primly.

He gapes. “I did not!”

“Anytime you two are done,” Kayla drawls, shoving a clipboard at them. They accept it with matching sheepish grins, cowed at her perfectly arched eyebrow and slowly tapping foot. “I got patients to deal with and older brothers to harass. Let’s get this moving.”

She is shockingly good at humbling people for a thirteen year old. The two of them turn to their clipboard, chagrined, letting her stomp away with an exasperated He’ll be with you soon! Don’t set off the sprinklers again!

“That was one time,” Percy mumbles, ears reddening.

Annabeth pats him on the back. “There, there,” she says mockingly. “The fact that it was one time definitely negates the fact that you flooded the entire Big House because you got jumpscared by a child.”

“Harley can be sneaky, okay. Let me live.”

“Literally no.”

Annabeth does most of the paperwork for him, ‘cause she’s a nerd because his wrist is far too swollen for him to write properly, so it takes maybe half the time it normally would. The infirmary is crowded as Hell, though (he knows, he’s been), so they settle in for the wait, amusing themselves by tearing little pieces off of a blank form, balling them up, and tossing them in increasingly harder places. Percy is winning 7-4, although Annabeth might just pull through if she manages to toss her paper ball into Travis’ wide-open snoring mouth.

“Hey, guys. Sorry for the wait.”

Aw. She missed. Percy was looking forward to that.

“Hey, Will.”

He drags his attention away from the son of Hermes to greet his friend, but frowns before he can open his mouth.

“Woah, dude, you good? You look exhausted.”

Will snorts. “Welcome to spring break, man.” He holds his hand out for the clipboard, scanning it briefly. “Sparring injury? Oh, thank the gods. I could use a break. Here, face me.”

He climbs up onto the minimal left over space on the cot, tucking his legs under his thighs. Percy turns to mirror him, hesitantly sticking out his arm — A break? he mouths to Annabeth, meeting her eyes over Will’s head.

She shrugs.

“Just spent four hours putting Jake’s nose back on his face,” Will mumbles, placing a careful hand on his fingertips and his forearm. Percy flinches — his skin is blisteringly hot. Like someone just dropped a hot stone onto him. “I never want to sing a skin cell hymn again in my life.” He prods at Percy’s wrist for a moment, gentle enough not to hurt. “Okay, hold still, I’m gonna fix ya right up.”

Healing hymns are familiar, by now, but Percy will never get tired of them.

The cool thing about ambrosia and nectar is that as pleasure food for the gods, it’s pleasant. It’s whatever taste you want, whatever you need to have most, you get it. But healing hymns are intentional the way nectar and ambrosia aren’t. Ambrosia and nectar happen to be healing for demigods — healing hymns were constructed to knit you back together, like you mother smoothing a bandaid over a skinned knee. They’re warm and sweet and deeply, endlessly comforting in a way most things simply cannot claim to be. They don’t feel like a medical procedure or a hasty patch job, they feel like someone gripping you tightly and promising you’ll be okay. They feel like getting carried to bed when you fall asleep on the couch. They feel like sitting down after hours of standing, like a drink of water when your throat is drier than sand. Healing hymns draw the pain and sick and ache from your body, and they feel like relief.

But this time, Percy can’t focus on it.

With every word, Will seems to get a little duller. Nothing like the horrible ash-grey he went in the war, dragging the poison from Annabeth’s body, but like his usual sunny disposition was dialed down a few notches. Enough that Annabeth frowns in concern, drumming her hands on her thighs, watching him closely.

“There,” Will says, pulling away. Percy turns his now-healed wrist, noticing the slight pant to Will’s breath, the strain to his smile. The shake of his blistered fingertips.

“You look overworked,” Annabeth says quietly.

Will holds his hands up in a what can you do gesture. “Spring break.”

“You said.”

“It’s just busy, is all.”

“Yeah, but —”

“Guys,” he interrupts, smiling tiredly, “there are two hundred ADHD demigods at this camp right now who have been trapped in a classroom for six months. There are three of us. I’m going to be a little drained; we’re all a little drained. But I’m fine, okay?” He gives them a second to scrutinize his expression, eyebrows raised in amusement. “I have been running my infirmary for years. I know how to pace myself, and I certainly know how to make sure my siblings are pacing themselves. If something goes really wrong, Chiron is a whistle away. I can go longer than you guys without sleep, anyway. Apollo kid health.”

“If you say so,” Percy says reluctantly. “I just — I can wear a wrist brace, man. Not every injury needs to be handled when it happens. You can tell people no.”

“I appreciate that, Percy, and I’ll keep it in mind. Anyways, I’ve got more patients. Stay off that wrist for the rest of the day, okay? It might be tender for a bit.”

Percy turns to Annabeth as Will leaves, frowning. He’s has never noticed the so-called spring break stress before (his camp spring breaks are usually a blast, but now that he’s thinking about it, he can’t think of a single spring break where he spent any time at all with Will, which is odd), but it can’t be good for him. There’s gotta be something they can do to ease some of the bruising under their friend’s eyes.

“I could set off the fire alarms again,” Percy suggests. “That’ll certainly get this place cleared out.”

Annabeth snorts. “I think that’ll cause more harm than good, Seaweed Brain. It’ll just fall in him to clean it all up, after.”

“Shoot.”

Percy counts nine of the forty cots currently unused. Will, Kayla, and Austin are rushing from cot to cot, handing out nectar, wrapping bandages, rattling off hymns at light speed. All three of them look exhausted, squeezing shoulders when they pass each other, knocking hips, exchanging tired smiles. This is so clearly something they’re used to.

Annabeth’s head rests on his shoulder.

“It wasn’t always like this,” she whispers. “When it was fully staffed…”

Percy exhales heavily. Yeah. He remembers. There was a lot less complication, once upon a time. The most chaotic the infirmary would get was when Lee would challenge his siblings to Hymn Karaoke — trying to heal with pop songs. There was a lot more laughter, at one point. A lot more people.

Percy sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. It never does well to dwell, but he — gods, he wish they all had more time. To sit with it, to acknowledge…everything. Siblings. Friends. A camp that’s smaller than it’s supposed to be.

Annabeth squeezes his hand again, and he squeezes back, resting his head on top of hers.

“Hey,” she murmurs after a moment, pursing her lips at the front door. “Look.”

Slinking through the entrance like a criminal is Nico, in all his dork ass black camp shirt glory. He looks around shiftily, like he’s trying to make sure no one sees him, and when his gaze lands on Percy and Annabeth his eyes widen. Annabeth smiles at him, but it does nothing to ease the spooked look to his face, back arched like a startled cat. He turns to leave, but before he can slip back out the door —

“Nico!”

The son of Hades whips back around so quickly he brains himself on the doorframe. Percy ducks his head and bites his lip, hard, because he can feel Nico’s glare at the side of his head like the press of hot coal, and if he laughs as badly as he wants to then the infirmary is about to look like a Spirit Halloween.

Will turns back to his patient, squeezing his eyes shut and rattling a hymn off so quickly it makes a burst of light pop from his whole body, and rushes over to where Nico’s standing. He only trips over two things, which is remarkable for him. Percy would be proud if he wasn’t a little embarrassed on his behalf.

“Nico! Hi!”

“He-ey, Will,” Nico says, voice cracking badly on every vowel. Annabeth shoves her face into Percy’s shoulder, body shaking.

“I didn’t know you were coming! I thought you were in the arena all day.”

Nico shrugs, shoes scuffing the floor. “I am. I just — uh, I got hurt? So. Came to see you.”

Will’s beam is so bright it hurts to look at, a little. Percy squints and realises that’s not just the excitement, actually — he really is glowing, faintly. His hands flap slightly at his sides.

“Well, you’re in the right place, then.”

“Yeah.”

Neither of them say anything for a minute, rocking back on their heels. Will watches Nico closely, biting his lip. Nico looks resolutely at the floor.

“We weren’t this bad,” Annabeth whispers, “were we?”

Percy shakes his head. “Nah, there’s no way.”

“Gods. It’s so — I don’t know whether to smile or take a dip in the Lethe. It’s embarrassing and endearing at the same time.”

“Painful to watch, but I can’t stop looking,” Percy agrees.

“What’d you hurt?” Will asks, finally. “Did you pull your shoulder again?”

A look of panic flits briefly across Nico’s face until he smooths it to something neutral, aloof.

“Yep. Totally. During — sword fighting, I swung — I did this really big thrust, actually. Just — hugely powerful, training dummy exploded on impact.” He clears his throat. “Some might say too powerful. If you can imagine.”

Percy cradles his head in his hands. “Oh my gods — ”

“Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh,” Annabeth chants, “oh my gods, don’t laugh —”

A light flush dusts Will’s cheeks. He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, fiddling with his earrings. “Woah, really? I’ve never heard of that before.”

Nico smirks, standing up a little straighter. “Well, it’s not the first time. I tend to go pretty hard.” Remembering his supposedly hurt shoulder, he exaggerates a wince. “Too hard sometimes, I guess. Could you do the — the energy thing?”

“Oh — gods, yeah, sorry. Hold on.” He stares at Nico’s shoulder, hesitating. “It, um, works better with skin-to-skin contact.”

“I have seen crystal vases less transparent,” Annabeth says, aghast. “In two years he’s going to remember this and try to drown himself.”

“I will be counting down the days,” Percy says gleefully.

On rare, rare occasions, the gods answer his prayers. Clearly, both Nemesis and Aphrodite are looking at him kindly today. Percy makes a note to scrape some of the good stuff off his plate for them both today. Hell, maybe he’ll skip the portioning and toss them an entire roast chicken each. Or something. They deserve it.

Will places both hands — interesting, Percy notes, his wrist was snapped cleanly in two and he only needed one hand, wonder why that was — on Nico’s shoulder and closes his eyes, screwing up his face in concentration.

“Huh. I’m not feeling much damage. You said it was your right shoulder?”

“I heal quick,” Nico says loudly. “I mean, some of the damage might have — um.” He clears his throat. His face glows a faint crimson. He clears his throat again. “Y’know?”

Will’s face is a similar shade.

“Right, right. Yeah. Um, brace yourself.”

Instead of starting to sing, Will closes his eyes, holding completely still. After a moment, the tips of his fingers begin to glow; soft, ambery yellow, flickering like lit candles. He opens his eyes again and focuses intently on Nico’s bare skin, tracing patterns around every defined muscle, leaving a trail of light behind. He lingers, for a moment, when he connects the last string of light, waiting until it has faded entirely from Nico’s skin to remove his hands and shove them in the pockets of his coat.

“That better?” he asks softly.

Nico swallows. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’m glad, Nico. It means a lot that you — came to me. When you needed it.”

“I trust you, I guess.” Nico looks away. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” Percy says thoughtfully.

Annabeth laughs, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t be mean.” She pauses. “Me too.”

With a sigh that can only be described as besotted, Will steps reluctantly away.

“I have patients,” he says, in the same tone of voice Percy usually says I have midterms. “So I gotta…”

“Yeah, no, go. Do your —” Nico gestures vaguely. “Doctor thing.”

“Right. Yeah. I’m gonna — go.” He turns, walking back towards a group of Hephaestus kids who appear to be tightly entangled in some kind of net. After a few steps, though, he pauses, biting his lip, then darts back over to Nico, pressing a lightning-fast kiss to his cheek — “Um, bye. Thank you for visiting. Bye,” — and then runs back over to his siblings, shy smile on his face.

Nico’s jaw is brushing the floor of his father’s palace. He stands, still as a statue, for four entire minutes.

“I think he just died,” Annabeth observes, eyebrows climbing higher and higher up her forehead with every passing second “Damn. Survived so much only to literally die because a cute boy kissed his cheek. A true hero’s end.”

Percy, because he is a kind, concerned friend, clears his throat loudly.

“Yo, di Angelo, you alive?”

Nico startles so violently he falls right over. Percy shoves his fist in his mouth to keep from cackling.

“Shut the fuck up,” Nico hisses venomously, scrambling upright. “Both of you, shut the — not a word —”

Percy and Annabeth make the mistake of looking at each other and simply erupt. Percy can’t feel his stomach. His lungs have abandoned ship. He’s glad as hell he’s in the infirmary because he is heaving for breath, tears streaming down his face, entire body convulsing. Nico stands in front of them literally shaking with rage, entire body redder than one of Apollo’s sacred cows, trying and failing to string together a threat that will ease any and all of his suffering. Annabeth screeches, almost falling off the bed as she cackles. Percy cannot even find the strength to catch her, his muscles are so weak.

“I fucking — I hate you! Both of you! You’re dead to me!”

“Your face!” Percy shrieks.

“Percy Jackson, I am going to turn you to fucking dark matter! I despise your very essence! I —” He stomps his foot. “I’m leaving, and I’m going to leave a rotting corpse in your cabin! Screw you!”

“Oh my gods,” Annabeth wheezes, digging her nails into his arm. “Oh my gods, that was —”

Percy wipes a tear from his eye. “I love being alive. I love being alive so much.”

“It really is great.” Composing herself, and biting back the leftover giggles that keep bubbling out, Annabeth looks back towards Will. He stands much straighter, now, smile back to full brightness. His siblings, too, look rejuvenated, snickering to each other and making kissy faces behind Will’s back. “So many beautiful things to witness. I’ve never seen his face go that red.”

Percy sighs. “This is genuinely going to carry me through the semester. I think his soul died a little. And Will just — gods, that kid is bold.”

“Oh says you, Mr. Do I Get A Good Luck Kiss.”

“Hey, I earned that.”

Annabeth grins, punching him in the shoulder. He grabs her wrist and tugs her towards him, chasing the curve of her smile. She laughs into his mouth and it taste like strawberries and freedom, and he presses a kiss to her cheek, to her jaw, and the side of her neck, resting there, breathing against her skin. After a moment her hands come up and slide in his hair, gently untangling the knotted mess.

“He is one thousand percent going to put a zombie in your bed, you know,” she says after a moment.

Percy snorts. “Yeah, I know.” He smiles. “Worth it.”

[xxsabitoxx]

Unfortunate

Hantengu Clones x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: this fic contains dub-con/non-con, anal sex, brainwashing, dumbification, gang banging, rough sex, bukkake,, cunnilingus, rough oral, hitting and marking, degrading, using the reader as nothing more than a toy, taunting.

A/N: this took me too damn long. Curse this month bro, I haven’t had an time at all to sit down and write. Regardless, it’s better late than never right? So here it is, the full length fic. Also ignore the way the paragraphs get progressively longer. It just happens as I write and it’s no use trying to cut them in half lmao

Word count: 7.1K

“A village by the north mountains.” you mumbled to yourself, walking through the empty streets that made up the barely there village. “Some shit this is…” you grumbled again, your findings had been less than pleasant upon your arrival. The village itself consisted of only a few homes, less than ten from what you could tell. The larger of the buildings was likely a combination of essentials for the few residents that reside here. Though you couldn’t be certain any of them were left.

You had arrived to a massacre without any bodies, something that would look like a gruesome bear attack to any passerby. Though, you expected such a scene given the fact that it had taken you three days to arrive here. “How was there no one closer…” you still couldn’t figure out why you had been sent. It was obvious from the start that you’d never make it in time, yet your crow screeched for hours on end about how you must hurry to the decrepit little village at the base of the north mountains. It sucked, to say the least.

“Anyone out there?” Your voice bounced off of the empty homes, splatters of dried blood clinging to their walls. The doors had been ripped off their hinges, windows shattered and the remains laid sparkling on the dirt. It was a lost cause, you knew that, yet for some reason you kept trudging forward. It was eerie, nothing but the moon above illuminating the world around you. The silence wasn’t helping the chill running up your spine, it was obvious that the sooner you got out of here the better.

“Last call! If anyone is out there, make yourself known!” You peaked into the second to last home, confirming no remains and no survivors. “This is a waste of time.” You groaned, picking up your pace as you began making your way down to the last home. From what you could tell, the windows had been broken but the door seemed to still be intact. Maybe they’d run away to a nearby town with a tall tale of a demon attack, treated for minor injuries and hysteria. Though it was likely wishful thinking.

It didn’t hit you until you were a few feet away from the door, blood running cold as you sensed a presence. Immediately your hand flew to the hilt of your sword, heart rate spiking as you moved to take a step forward. Something was preventing you from calling out again, the presence in that house felt wrong to you. You pulled at your blade, unsheathing it a fraction as you pushed your body forward. Just before reaching the home, the door opened itself. At least that’s what your initial thought was until you looked down.

Your mouth seemed to dry up, the scent of that demon was undoubtedly an upper rank. It seemed to be an old man, crawling on all fours out of the home with tears streaking his unsettling face. You couldn’t even make out what he was whining about as he pushed himself into the moonlight. It took you less than a second to collect yourself, diving forward with your blade drawn as you swung for his neck. When your flames subsided you realized you had missed, he was no longer in front of you either.

He was wailing loudly now, your head whipped around to the source. He was behind you, clinging to the corner of one of the houses with tears still sliding down his cheeks. There was no denying it now, his appearance was misleading, his speech was that of an upper rank and so was his scent. You moved forward again, swinging your blade to unleash another fire breathing attack. This time, your blade connected, pain shooting up your arm as it sliced clean through the demon’s neck and slammed into the side of the house.

“Dammit!” You flinched as you brought your sword back, it had only chipped a bit but it was still more than capable of protecting you. The rush of adrenaline that shot through you wasn’t because of the fact that you had beheaded an upper rank. No, it was quite the opposite really. Your entire body seemed to come to life as you watched the severed head grow itself a new body. All the while, the headless body had seemed to replace its missing head.

He… no, they were younger now, your eyes widening as they both straightened. One held an odd looking staff, eyes glowing red as he looked you over with a scowl. The one beside him was holding a fan, green eyes boring into yours as his tongue stuck out. You swore it had the word relaxed on it, yet you were equally as sure that your fear was making you hallucinate. Without hesitation, you dove at the one with green eyes, not processing that he was lifting his odd fan in your direction.

Before you could even lift your blade, you were sent flying backwards, body slamming into the house behind you. A scream of pain left you as you landed, body throbbing as you pushed yourself upwards despite your muscles screaming in protest. It took you a moment to realize your ears were ringing, the noise only beginning to subside as his laughter finally reached you. The one with green eyes had a smirk plastered to his face as his laughing died down. “Oh she’s a feisty one, huh Sekido?”

“She’s a nuisance.” The red eyed demon finally spoke, moving to lift his staff as you surged forward again. Part of you knew this was a useless battle, there was no way you could take an upper rank on your own and expect to walk out of it unscathed. If anything, it pissed you off that you’d likely die on a shitty mission like this. One that should have been avoided altogether really. For some reason, his staff never hit the ground, not bothering to avoid your assault as you sliced his head clean off again.

The green eyed demon began cackling again, the noise high pitched and maniacal as he watched his other half separate once more. You jumped back, the screeching laughter pushing you over the edge as you brought down another attack on the green eyed demon. His laughter didn’t stop, even as his head was removed from his body. Rather, he laughed just a bit harder. You flew back again, eyes watching in disbelief as the bodies split off again. Both bodies gained new heads, both heads gained new bodies.

You had fucked up, big time. “Such a stupid thing! You couldn’t figure out that we wanted you to do this?” The green eyed demon laughed again, watching as you looked between the three of them. Laughing just a bit harder as you realized only three of them stood before you. “I-but…” there was a fourth. You were certain of it… so where the hell did he go? “Karaku…you’re so loud…” the blue eyed demon whined, eyes locked on you as he referred to the green eyed demon. “Shut it, Aizetsu.”

The red eyed one spoke again, staff hovering just a bit off the ground as he scowled at you. “You’re probably wondering where the fourth one went, huh sugar?” The green eyed demon taunted you, completely torn, you couldn’t figure out where to look. If your eyes left the three of them they’d likely attack. If you didn’t try to figure out the location of the fourth, it was likely he’d kill you instead. “C’mon, little slayer… Show us what you got…” the blue eyed demon spoke, voice somber and eyes filled with sadness.

“Urogi, quit playing around.” The red eyed demon bellowed, another name, but your brain was going too fast to remember it. The flapping of wings pulled you from your daze, head whipping in the direction of the noise but it was too late. Two claws grabbed around your waist, the sudden thrust upward knocking your blade straight from your grasp. A scream of shock left you as you were torn straight off the ground, head flying upwards to see what had grabbed you. Somehow, it was the fourth demon.

He looked just as the other three did, the only differences being his eyes and his limbs. Golden eyes stared down at you, a familiar smirk on his lips. Instead of arms and legs, he had claws. His limbs resembled that of a bird or reptile, large wings expanding behind him. You jerked as he stopped, hovering in the air as he looked you over. It wasn’t until he raised his legs that you realized he was using them to grasp you opposed to his arms. “What a pathetic thing you are…” he laughed as he let you go.

You began to plummet to the ground, body and mind so disconnected from your reality that you couldn’t even muster a scream before he swooped down to grab you again. Now, you were facing him, eyes wide and chest heaving. “You humans are so easy to break… though I must say I’ve never seen the fighting spirit leave someone as quickly as it left you.” He admired your petrified face, slowly descending until he was in earshot of his other halves. “Yah know, Sekido? We shouldn’t kill her just yet…”

His eyes trailed over your body, a cruel grin covering his face as he spoke. “Why don’t we have some fun with her? It’s been years since I’ve gotten my fill of human…desire.” The implications had you feeling hot, panic ebbing up the back of your neck as you squirmed in his grasp. “Oh? There it is…” he dropped you a moment later. The fall wasn’t a big one but it still hurt when you hit the ground. The panic was mixing with dread as you realized what the situation was turning to. “Fun? Urogi why can’t we just eat her…” the blue eyed demon whined softly as he stared at you.

“Oi, Aizetsu don’t be such a prude…” the green eyed demon spoke, walking over to where you sat on the ground. He crouched before you, smiling in a way that made you want to run. “She’d certainly have a good time, don’t you think Sekido? You know we need your approval to do anything…” he turned to look at the red eyed demon, a soft thump behind you told you that the winged demon had landed. You met the red eyed demon’s gaze, swallowing thickly as you waited for him to decide your fate.

“There are rules…you know. We each get a turn, no hogging her.” You got the chills, listening intently to the demons conversing about having their way with you. “Listen here, sugar.” The green eyed demon grabbed your face, keeping your attention on him as he spoke. “We’re gonna have a hell of a time with you… satisfy us and maybe we’ll let you leave here with your life.” Behind you, the winged demon snickered, feet dragging on the ground as he too crouched behind you. “You’ll be able to satisfy the four of us with your body, right?”

You didn’t speak, tears burning your eyes as you stared at the green eyed demon gripping your cheeks. “C’mon, answer him, little slayer. It’s not polite to ignore.” The blue eyed demon had somehow closed the distance, crouching down beside you as well. Three out of the four demons surrounded you, the red eyed demon that seemed to be their leader of sorts was still standing by the house he crawled out of. You opened your mouth but nothing came out, you weren’t even sure how to respond.

“You’ll be able to satisfy us, right?” One set of claws gripped your shoulder, tugging you back a bit so you’d be forced to look up at him. You flinched as you did, the green eyed demon’s hand was still gripping your cheeks. “Y-yes…” broken and weak, though the look in his eyes told you that’s just what he wanted to hear. “Good…Oi, Sekido? When can we start?” The yellow eyed demon grinned up at his counterpart, watching him set his staff to the side and finally join you all in the middle of the dirt road. “Now. Karaku, undress her, I’ll let the three of you have free reign for now.”

You swallowed, a noise of surprise leaving you as a single claw ripped your top open from being. “He asked me, Urogi.” The green eyed demon, Karaku, scowled as he moved to rip your uniform pants off of you. “You’ll take years, Karaku… let me help.” Cold air reached your skin simultaneously, pants and top being torn from your body, no longer able to hide any of your skin. “Ah, how modest humans are wearing under garments. How lame.” You felt your face growing warm as the blue eyed demon took you in. “It’s quite useless, I mean really the garment is so thin…”

Your legs were forcefully spread, as if to prove the point of the blue eyed demon. “She smells good, doesn’t she?” Your pants had been discarded, so had your top, nothing but a thin chest binding and your underwear were left to shield you from their wandering hands. “Fear and…arousal?” The winged demon began to laugh, clawed hands coming down to grope your breasts. “She looks ready to cry and yet her body is clearly reacting to this situation.” The green eyed demon kept your legs spread wide, allowing the blue eyed demon to bend down and get a closer look.

“You wanna eat her, don’t you Aizetsu… that smell is so intoxicating…” you could barely pay attention, the rough treatment on your breasts was making your head spin. You hated that arousal was pooling in your gut, cunt throbbing with need as three pairs of eyes stared at you. “I do… you’ll let me go first, right?” His hands were on you now, six hands total touching your body. It was dizzying, “yeah sure, I know you’ll bitch if I don’t… Urogi, take off the chest covering, it’s not necessary.” The green eyed demon shifted out of the way, hands still keeping your thighs spread.

The blue eyed demon, Aizetsu, was tearing your underwear straight off. Perfectly timing it with the winged demon’s motions of slicing your chest covering off. Now, you were completely bare, breasts and cunt on full display for the demons before you. How utterly humiliating. Tears burned your eyes again, this time they broke through the barrier and dripped down your cheeks. “Aww, that needy? How fucking filthy…” your eyes squeezed shut, arms and legs thrashing in their grasp as they held you in place. The green-eyed demon laughed, accompanied by his winged counterpart. Their laughter creates an unbearable symphony.

“C’mon now, no need to fight back. We’re not completely heartless… you’ll enjoy yourself…” his grip tightened painfully, a cry leaving your lips as you thrashed harder. “Aizetsu, quit sitting there like an idiot… get to work.” He mumbled some sort of complaint as he got down on his stomach, the position was too much for you to handle. Your head turned away, limbs giving up their useless fight of escaping the demons’ grasp. Aizetsu moved closer, hands accompanying Karaku’s on your thighs. His breath was fanning over your cunt, uttering a quiet “Itadakimasu” before delving in. You squealed, body thrashing at the sensation of his tongue.

A loud noise slipped past your lips, vibrating your throat as the demon below you kitten licked your cunt. “C’mon now, enjoy it… you won’t find anyone else to give you head like Aizetsu will.” The green demon cooed, face close to yours as his blue eyed counterpart found his rhythm. You could no longer thrash, their grips tightened almost suffocatingly as the blue eyed demon’s lips suctioned to your clit. You could taste blood with how hard you were biting your lip, desperate to not let any noises out. The green eyed demon seemed to catch on, two fingers coming up to pinch your nose. “Ah ah, you’re going to tell us how good we do.”

You gasped for air a moment later, head tilting back into the winged demon’s shoulder as two fingers stretched you open. Aizetsu was lapping hungrily, collecting your arousal on his tongue. He was whining, the feeling sensing vibrations through your clit as his fingers squelched with each thrust in and out of your cunt. Your body betrayed you, seemingly becoming wetter with each passing second. “Damn, hear that Sekido? Aizetsu’s getting her all worked up.” The winged demon behind you cackled, the green eyed one was far too engulfed by the sight. You couldn’t stop the noises you were making, mine fully focused on the pleasure washing over you as he curled his fingers.

“F-fuck…” you choked, eyes shutting as he grazed a particular spot inside of you. “Oh? Do that again, Aizetsu.” Kakaru smirked, gaze shifting from your cunt and your face. Aizetsu whined loudly, sucking your clit harshly and curling his fingers the way he had a moment prior. You convulsed, hips jerking despite their grip on you. You felt it then, the familiar build up in your gut, he was going to make you come. You became more vocal, body giving in to the pleasure he was providing. You held no shame, mind clouded with the desire to reach your climax. Your thighs tensed, a jumble of words slipping past your lips. “Hmm? What was that?” The winged demon cooed in your ear, eyes just barely peeking over to where he was still gripping your breasts.

“…onna…gonna…” you mumbled it over and over as if it were a prayer. Your entire body seemed to be set in fire, the tingling sensations shooting up your spine and down to your toes causing them to curl. “Oh! You’re going to cum aren’t you? All over Aizetsu’s mouth right? I’m sure he’d love to feel your tight cunt squirm around his fingers… right Aizetsu?” The winged demon hugged you tighter, motioning for the green eyed demon to do something you couldn’t see. The demon between your legs only seemed to work harder, fingers moving quicker as he focused all of his attention on your throbbing clit. The green eyed demon keeping your legs apart began massaging your thighs, the sensation enough to push you over the edge as you cried out.

You wailed, body convulsing in pleasure as your orgasm crashed down around you. You couldn’t hear anything outside of the ringing, vision growing spotty as you tried to force air back in your lungs. You hadn’t even realzied the mess you created until the blue eyes demon pushed himself into a kneeling position, a wet patch seeping into the dirt below. You half expected the death grip the winged demon had on you to loosen, he wouldn’t of course. His grip was still tight, eyes shifting around to look at his counterparts… not that you could see it. “Oi, Aizetsu good job…” Karaku laughed, eyes landing on Sekido with a relaxed smile. “Aizetsu had his fun, who’s turn is next? You better say me.” The green eyed demon was doing nothing to hide his erection.

Your limbs felt like jelly, body going slack in the clawed grip of the demon behind you. “It’s your turn, Karaku. Throat fuck her.” Those three words snapped you back to reality, watching as the blue eyed demon was pushed roughly out of the way. “I thought you’d never grant me the fucking permission. You don’t have to tell me twice.” The blue eyed demon groaned as he was essentially tossed aside, whining loudly at the green eyed demon for being so mean. You couldn’t muster any sort of reaction, instead your lips parted obediently. “Oh? Already becoming a well behaved little bitch Hmm? You want my cock don’t you?” Karaku was undoing his pants as he spoke, the winged demon still toying with your breasts while the blue eyed demon decided to sit back and watch.

You swallowed at the sight of him, he was a sizable length with veins running up his shaft. His skin was tanned, the tip was angry red and leaking precum already.. “keep your mouth open.” He’s pumping himself slowly, studying your eyes as your pupils dilate. He can’t help but chuckle at the fact that you’re already that far gone. “Leave it to Aizetsu’s wimpy ass to break her. One orgasm was all it took Hmm? Now you’re a needy little bitch in heat.” He’s pressing the tip to your tongue, holding back a shaky whine as your tongue wiggles around it. “Hold her tight, Urogi.” The winged demon holds you tighter, a loud whine emitting from your mouth as he rolls your nipples between his claws. His front is warm against your back, his breath still fanning against your neck.

You can’t help but close your eyes as the green eyed demon plunged his entire length down your throat. A loud whine changes to a strangled gag at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck…” it’s low, just barely audible to you over your struggled swallows. He draws back, watching as you blink your eyes open, lashes already clumped together from tears. “Oh that’s a pretty sight…” Karaku sighs, completely oblivious to his counterparts' gazes. All that matters to him right now is you and the pretty tears leaking down your cheeks. He doesn’t give you much time to prepare before he’s shoving himself back in. Karaku repeats this motion over and over, not slowing even as saliva drips down your chin and onto Urogi’s clawed hands. “Sekido…”

The winged demon is peering over your shoulder, watching his counterpart’s cock disappear between your lips over and over. “Let me fuck her… please this is too easy for an eager bitch like her.” You’re too focused on the dick in your mouth to even acknowledge the one prodding your back. “Not allowed… I’m the only one that will get to fuck her properly.” his tone is final, not even Aitzetsu bothers to fight that command. Yet, Urogi won’t settle for just your throat like Karaku. “Cmon Sekido! Please… she has more than a mouth and cunt you know.” The red eyed demon scowled at the implication. “You’re nothing more than an animal, Urogi.” The ladder didn’t take offence, rather, he laughed.

“Is that permission?” He cooed, clawed hands squeezing your breasts just a bit harder as you choked and wailed around Karaku’s cock. Sekido huffed, eyes pulling away from Urogi and back to your face. “Go ahead.” You’re being pushed around, the green eyed demon quickly grabbing hold of your head to keep you in place as the winged demon behind you lets you go. You’re shivering at the lack of warmth, not realizing how cold the night air was until his body heat was gone. “You’re doing good for a bitch that was trying to run away earlier.” He’s gripping your hair so tight you think he may rip it out of your head all together. His moans are echoing along the empty village houses, reminding you of just how atrocious these four demons truly are. 

“You can take it right? You’re handling my cock so eagerly, surely a whore like you can take it up the ass.” Panic ebbed through your body, no longer overwhelmed by the way he fucked your throat. Rather, your focus was on the pair of claws pushing you forward, hands scrambling to brace yourself using the green eyed demon’s thighs. You felt embarrassment  flood your cheeks, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as his claws spread you open. You’d never even dreamt of doing anything… down there. Now, you had no choice. “This will do, since Sekido’s too selfish to share her pussy.” The red eyed demon rolled his eyes “don’t make me revoke my blessing.” The position itself was humiliating, your nails digging into the demon’s flesh as something warm prodded your ass. 

You whined, something that sounded like a strangled “no.” But that didn’t stop him, his claws were back on you a moment later, dragging you back towards him. You squealed loudly as the motion forced him inside of you. It wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t harsh either, regardless the intrusion felt foreign, making you squirm as parts of you were stretched in ways you’d never felt before. Karaku showed you no mercy, fucking your throat without missing a beat. Your panic was making your throat restrict, which only made it better for him. You felt as if all air was sucked from your lungs, body completely paralyzed under their relentless attacks. “C’mon Karaku, now is no time to show off your stamina…” It seemed as if he could go on forever. 

“Shut… the fuck up… Urogi.” He couldn’t slow his hips even if he wanted to, your mouth was too addictive. The other demon only laughed, using it as a way to hide his strangled gasping. You were suffocatingly tight, clenching around him so hard it was nearly painful. “H-ha… Sekido wants to be selfish… therefore I’ll go for the next best thing. I bet your ass is even tighter than your cunt.” His lips were against your ear, making sure you heard him over your ceaseless gagging. It didn’t take long for him to start his fast and brutal pace, exiting and reentering your ass over and over. You had no time to process, nor did you have time to adjust, rather your body was forced to try and accommodate the sudden intrusion. “Shit…shit…” he was finally losing his composure. 

“There we go! About time Karaku, I was getting impatient.” For the first time, the red eyed demon seemed a bit pleased by the events taking place. The green eyed demon’s hands gripped your hair so tightly it brought a whole new cascade of tears streaming down your face. Paired with the relentless abuse of your bottom, you couldn’t understand why you were about to cum. The tension was building with each of Urogi’s thrusts, despite nothing you were used to being stimulated. You doubted you’d actually be able to reach your peak, rather it would be dangled right in front of your face, dragging you along the edge but never actually pushing you over. Your clit was throbbing, neglecting and wishing for the blue eyed demon’s mouth. 

You glanced over at him, just barely able to see him over the hip of his green counterpart, your eyes locked briefly. His face morphed into one of shock, tanned cheeks turning a shade of bright red before forcing his gaze away. “Stop prolonging it, I want her to myself for a fucking minute.” Urogi stopped his thrusting, burying himself deeply until you were squirming from the full sensation. He wanted to hear your pretty cries, not muffled by Karaku’s dick shoved down your throat. The other only moaned out a “fuck off” before yanking himself from your mouth all together. You gasped for air, your throat hurting from the constant abuse he had bestowed on you. Karaku’s load hitting your face caught you by surprise, sticky cum pairing your mouth, cheeks and chest.

Accompanied by your tears and drool, Karaku completely ruined you. “How’s that? What you hoped I would do, Sekido?” He was panting, tucking himself away before collapsing on the cold ground, the four of you watched him wipe sweat from his brow, eyes closing as he settled his breathing. “He acts like he even did anything… I’ll show you real stamina.” Karaku on the other hand wasn’t even bothered by the backhanded comment. He was more than satisfied for the time being. You sat there now, knees spread as his arms came up to hook under your armpits and clasp together behind your head. You were completely immobile, fully at his mercy. Tears still leaked down your cheeks but at a much slower pace. “You can handle this…” again, right shading your ear. 

Urogi’s hips began moving again, without anything occupying your mouth you truly had nothing to focus on but his cock shoved up your ass. How utterly humiliating that is, your eyes welled with tears as you thought about what this must look like from an outsider's viewpoint. Though your mind couldn’t wander for long, not when the red eyed demon was boring holes into you. You held his gaze with lidded eyes, lips parted and pussy dripping onto the dirt below you. You could see his jaw tense, patience wearing thin despite his emotion being anger. You were mildly impressed by that, maybe a little shocked at yourself for trying to seduce him over to you. You’d experienced all but one, in your lust clogged mind, you found yourself aching for him. 

“Oh how easy it is to break the human spirit.” He talks softly, too softly for you to hear over the wild moans escaping the winged demon behind you. “She might be exactly what we are looking for.” Karaku was still relaxed on the ground, hands folded behind his head as he relished in the cool night air. “I don’t think she’ll let us keep her…I’d rather not kill her yet…”  Aizetsu sighed, watching intently as Urogi used you. There was no right answer to a situation like this one, but you truly did seem so obedient. As awkward as it initially was, you found yourself starting to enjoy it. The sensation was odd but somehow he was hitting places you didn’t think would be possible, your orgasm still dangling in front of you but completely out of your reach without the extra stimulation you needed. “P-please…” you croaked out in a broken voice. 

“Please? Please what…”  He moaned, cock throbbing as you continued to suffocate him. He would cum by accident if you kept this up. “She probably wants you to rub her clit.” Karaku sighed in a cheerful tone, one eye peeking open to look at the lewd sight before him. “Oh? That's what you want? One wasn’t enough? Aitezu graced you with such a good one earlier.” you whimpered, hips falling back to meet his thrusts. The action was enough to catch him by surprise, a cruel laugh bubbling out of him. “What a needy little bitch… Aizetsu get over here.” Sekido didn’t argue as Urogi commanded the blue eyed demon, he was rather curious to see how it played out. Aitzetsu was up a moment later, crawling over to kneel in front of you with lidded eyes. “You want this?” he questioned softly as two fingers found your clit. 

“Y-yes…please…” the friction alone was sending heat straight to your cunt. “Like this?” he questioned again, head coming close to yours as Urogi nearly thrusted you into him. In a weird way, you wanted to kiss him. “Yes… just like that…fuck.” you were too sensitive, your walls fluttering as your second orgasm crashed over you. You wailed, ears ringing from the intensity of your release. Your face was still sticky, covered in drying cum and tears. A moment later, the winged demon was pulling out of you, painting your back and ass in his pearly cum. “Fucking…shit…” his head fell back, wings expanding as he came down from his high. “T-there you go Sekido… her pussy is all yours to ruin.” Aizetsu was still rubbing your clit, fascinated by the way you fell into him while also trying to pull away from his touch. 

“Aizetsu, leave her alone until I say.” The blue eyed demon huffed out a sigh, moving away from you entirely. Now, you were left on your hands and knees before the four demons. The winged one had joined the green eyed one on the ground, lounging as he watched his angry counterpart stalk towards you. “You’ve done surprisingly well for a little bitch that put up such a fight in the beginning. You liked being used as a toy, didn't you? I mean look at the way your pussy has been drooling, covering the ground in your slick arousal. Covered in my counterparts’ cum.” he’s undressing as he speaks, watching your lips quiver as you struggle to meet his eyes. “Don’t act shy all of a sudden, don’t think I overlooked the way you were undressing me with your eyes earlier. You were so desperate for someone to touch your needy little cunt.” 

Sekido had begun to undress as he spoke to you, watching as your eyes devoured every inch of tan skin exposed to you. There was something different about seeing him undress, as if you hadn’t seen the bare bodies of his green and yellow eyed counterparts. Part of you had to wonder what the blue eyed demon looked like under all his clothing…how you hoped you would be granted the privilege. “It was so easy to break you, look at you. Kneeling on the ground, completely naked, not even trying to run. Though I wish you would… I rather enjoy the chase.” he’s dropping his robes on the ground, exposing a cock that is bigger than the other two you dealt with thus far. You had nothing to say, watching him with wide eyes as he observed you. “Well, if you’re going to be an obedient slut, turn around and stay on your hands and knees. 

You did as you were told, switching your position so your ass and cunt faced him. Your head hung low, hips wiggling as you clenched around nothing at all. You couldn’t run away if you tried, you weren’t even sure why you would want to. Not when a dick like his was so eagerly waiting to fuck you. “Look at that, Urogi did a number on you and your back.” You weren’t even aware of the claw marks he had bestowed to your initially unmarred skin. A low thump told you that the red eyed demon had dropped to his knees behind you. What you didn’t expect was his tongue licking up your back. Blood and cum mixed together, a foul combination that the red eyed demon seemed to enjoy. “I nearly regret letting Aizetsu taste your sweet pussy first, I should have been the one to do it. If anything, I should have been first all together.” 

You whined, hips shoving back as if that would get him inside of you quicker. A harsh slap to your already sensitive ass had a sob curdling in your throat. “Don’t rush me or I’ll leave you with nothing.” you stilled, waiting for him to grant you proper relief. “You’d make a perfect pet, you know. Get you a nice collar and keep you on a tight lease. You’d be at our beck and call like an obedient little bitch in heat. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” He wanted you as a sex slave, the rational part of your mind that was still somewhat intact wanted to run away, the rest of your mind was screaming out “yes.” how true his words were, how easily broken you were. “C’mon, answer me or you’ll never get the cock you so eagerly want.” you swallowed, lust winning the argument as you cried out a broken “yes…please I want that so badly.” 

“Atta girl…” you shrieked as he entered you in one go, splitting your walls apart as he bottomed out. “Shit…” you clenched, suctioning to his length so tightly he couldn’t pull himself out if he wanted to. You were warm, unbearably wet, soft and inviting. There weren’t enough words to describe the way you felt. “A demon like me doesn’t deserve this.” He choked out, panting as he waited for you to relax. He was the only one to give you a moment to adjust, little did you know it was fully designed for his benefit. Sekido couldn’t recall the last time he had experienced the warmth of a human embrace, probably decades ago if he truly had to guess. His stamina was well off, but your cunt was enough to unravel him in one plunge. “Can’t take it, can you Sekido.” You recognized the voice as the green eyed demon.

“Shut the fuck up.” he growled as his nails dug into your already tender thighs. As if to prove his point, he drew himself back, nearly pulling out all together before slamming back into you. You cried out again, nails digging at the frozen ground, searching for a way to keep yourself grounded as he picked up a deadly pace. Your entire body jiggled with each clap, his arms thrusting you forward and pulling you back to meet the thrust of his hips. The motions created an echoing symphony of skin hitting skin, wet squelches adding to it. You couldn’t breathe under the pressure, every drag of his cock grazed the points the winged demon had ghosted. You could feel warmth gushing out of you with each drag out of your cunt, dripping to the ground below. 

The sight must have been nothing short of pathetic, your body betraying you, stomping your pride into the dirt beneath you. You were too sensitive, another orgasm sneaking up on you as your cunt quivered around his length. Your ears were ringing again, loud wails escaping as you quickly became overstimulated. Sekido never slowled, pounding into you with the same ferocity as before, calling you degrading names as his nails dug into your hips. The overstimulation grew unbearable but that wasn’t enough to stop him. A fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision as a warm gush of liquid splattered across his thighs and the ground below. “Oh? How cute she knows how to squirt.” you were still sobbing as he pulled out of you. 

“You aren’t quite deserving of my cum just yet, maybe you’ll earn it one day.” He grounded out, grabbing your hair and tugging you backwards. “Turn around and open your mouth like a good bitch.” he let you go, watching you fall over yourself as you tried to get low enough to take his length in your mouth. “Fucking…” he cut himself off, pumping his cock erratically before shoving the tip in your mouth. Salty, bitter cum coated your tongue. You swallowed, slurping as much of him as you could manage before he pushed you off of him all together. “Look at you, greedy little whore. You want more don’t you?” you nodded, eyes so heavy you could barely keep them open. “Aizetsu, fuck her throat since she seems to be thirsty.” You couldn’t be bothered to feel shame at this point, all you wanted now was the blue eyed demon’s cock. 

He didn’t need to be asked twice, immediately undoing his bottoms to finally let out his aching cock. Unlike his counterparts, he was smaller. However, where he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. Eager and exhausted you nearly fell flat as you tried to make your way over to him. He met you halfway, hand gently grabbing your cheek and guiding you to him. Your jaw aches from the previous abuse but you open anyways, happily taking him into your mouth and lavishing him with your tongue. “Wh–ahh… what an unfortunate creature you are.” he’s looking away from you, unable to handle the sight of you licking his cock so fervently. “Look at her, Aitzetsu. Unless you think it would make you cum faster.” Karaku cackled as he whimpered. 

His noise fueled you, relaxing your throat the best you could to take all of him. You swallowed, tears leaking down your cheeks still as you tried to pleasure him. The sad demon was far different than his counterparts, you were drawn to him because of it. He was seemingly gentler with you, softer and more whiny. He met your gaze again, cheeks blossoming a neon red as he tangled his fingers in your messy hair. You couldn’t feel the cold anymore, not even as you knelt bare before him, sticky from the mess his counterparts had made of you. Your tongue glided along the velvety skin, hand reaching up to toy with his balls. That earned a genuine cry from him, the noise making your clit throb despite how sensitive and used you felt. 

He wasn’t trying to hold back, not caring if he came embarrassingly quick. He could tell you were slowly but surely losing the battle of staying conscious. Seconds away from giving up all together the moment the adrenaline wore off. It was likely due to his more timid nature, you foolishly felt safe in his presence. You moved quicker despite your body’s protest, wanting desperately for him to cum and make more of those cute noises. Tears pricked his eyes as his body tensed, gripping your hair tightly and pulling you off of him. Your hands moved before you could think, wrapping around him and pumping steadily until he came all over your face and chest. You felt filthy, body struggling to stay upright as stars blinked across your vision. You were finally giving in, nerves no longer keeping you upright as you collapsed forward into the dirt. 

Aizetsu dropped to his knees, catching you just in time as your body went fully slack. “She lasted until all four of us were satisfied… she’s a tough one.” Karaku was pushing himself off the ground finally, watching Aizetsu use pieces of your torn up uniform to try and clean you off. “I take it we’re keeping her, right Sekido?” Urogi was standing now, stretching his wings dramatically as he yawned. “Might as well, she could be the perfect fit. Maybe if she proves herself over time, we can convince, master to turn her into a demon as well.” Karaku clicked his tongue. “He would never agree. Though we could ask Lord Douma…” Urogi flinched, watching Aizetsu haul you up bridal style. “That bastard would want a couple rounds with her before agreeing to that. I’m not willing to share outside of the four of us.” 

“That’s not a decision for you to make, Urogi.” Sekido scolded, albeit he agreed. Aizetsu was silent, holding you patiently while waiting for the other’s commands. “We’ll leave here for now, keep her blade and tattered clothing where it is. It’s likely they’ll send more puny slayers to try and locate her. If they find nothing but that, they’ll assume she's dead.” Sekido was picking up his staff, moving to walk out of the village. The other three demons shared a glance before following after him with you in tow. It seems you would never be getting back to headquarters, a futile mission had completely altered your life. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all. 

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title : “you weren’t supposed to find out this way..”

warnings : none!!

luke castellan + reader

a/n : yes a sad imagine for my first post 😣

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you weren’t supposed to find out this way, luke had never planned for you to find out this way, to see him completely flip out on percy, to see him such a wreck. you were supposed to find out with him talking to you about it saying something among the lines of “i want you to join me.” but instead you found out is such a horrible heart wrecking way.

you were just following annabeth since clarisse (gf mentioned) had gone to her cabin which a few friends completely uninterested in celebrating percy who she envied, you heard a loud yell of pain with the sound of metal clashing looking at annabeth you two quickened your pace when you saw percy and luke fighting? you were confused until you heard Luke trying to convince percy to leave camp with him ‘why would luke want to leave camp??’ your thoughts consumed of the possibilities for answers but that was when luke raised his sword at percy and you knew you had to speak up and save him despite being lost for words your tounge almost incapable of moving you let out the name of the boy who had left you confused. “luke?”

it was barley audible but loud enough for both percy and luke to turn their heads to annabeth and you luke’s eyes had softened in realization the beings that meant so dearly to him bringing him back from his outburst. “annabeth..”

was the first thing he said before looking to see you the tears were brimmed in your eyes just like his (TWININGGG) his demeanor was changed from before when you found the two boys fighting “we heard everything.”

annabeth spoke her voice rough her tone so different from how she would normally use to the boy who practically raised her and cared for her, her older brother. lukes attention drew to you once again seeing the hurt expression

“sweetheart..” he let out stepping closer to you to which you backed up from him in fear as he reached his hand out to you. a tear escaped from his soft brown eyes realizing that his worst nightmare had come true. his girlfriend and his darling little sister were afraid of him, annabeth looked at you before going to percy helping him.

“you weren’t supposed to find out this way.” his voice breaking he wanted to come closer to you but stopped himself seeing how fearful you were without saying it he could just see it in your eyes, the way your beautiful eyes that he loved staring into had trailed over his face, orbs shaking he hated seeing you like that. he rarely ever did but when you were it hurt to see but this time was different from those other times, instead of you being afraid of the wars you were scared of him.

“i trusted you luke.” you let out and hearing those words it was like a punch in the gut he regretted not telling you sooner like he planned. “was everything you said a lie? is this relationship a lie? do you even love me?” hearing your heart broken voice shattered him to pieces he was disappointed in himself for making you doubt his love for you.

“no, no.. baby of course i love you i only ever lied to you about this i promise. i’m so sorry.” he cried only getting closer to you without realizing it. he had brought up a hand to your cheek running his thumb over the soft skin looking down at you he knew what he soon had to do and it pained him to leave like this he wanted to beg for you to come with him, beg for your forgiveness, beg for you to join him but it was no use seeing the fear and hurt in your eyes he knew he cut you too deep. he turned his attention from you to annabeth who was currently holding percy up his arm around around her waist luke took a deep breath.

“i love you.” he brought a soft kiss to your temple before he was gone, he ran off inside the portal he opened leaving you hurt and upset.

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a/n: i literally hate this but kinda love it, dk how to feel. i didn’t know how to end this so sorry if its bad but hope you enjoyed! and feel free to give feedback back !!

this scene broke me m still in shock, leah, walker and charlie acted SO WELL in this scene like rent was DUE

[murdrdocs]

Currently having some thoughts abt apocalypse!Luke. Cause let me set the scene: You, Luke, Annabeth and Percy are all hunkering down at some abandoned apartment for the night. Due to some unforseen circumstance (read: awful match making) Luke and you are sharing a room. And, sure, you’ve been keeping a distance from each other thus far. It mostly has to do with the fact that you’ve seen Luke cut down through zombies with a sword in his hand without breaking a sweat. It also has to do with the fact that Luke knows you sleep with a bat under your bed— the same bat he’s seen you mercilessly beat down the undead without a flinch.

So, yeah. Distance. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that you both have eyes. Luke can see that you’re hot— he’d have to be blind not to. So imagine when night time has fallen, you’ve both locked down all doors of the apartment and made sure to clear an escape route in case anything happens. You’re going to go change to the bathroom of your shared bedroom— only for the door to be left ajar. And Luke doesn’t mean to peek— that’s creepy. He knows that’s creepy. But he’s frozen on the corner of the bed as he watches you pulling off your shirt through the reflection of the mirror. He watches you pulling down your pants, giving him a perfect glimpse of your ass and panties. It’s only once you start undoing the latch of your bra that he finally looks away, face red and hot.

When you step out of the bathroom in a long tee that reaches your knees, there’s no quip from Luke about taking so long. No remark about you sleeping on the floor because “it’s only fair”. In fact, Luke is awfully quiet— uncharacteristically so.

“What’s up your ass today?”

You could swear Luke flinches.

“N-Nothing. Nothing. Whatever.” He gets inside the bed and lies down, looking away from you.

And if Luke has any wet dreams during the night, then it’s his business. It doesn’t mean anything.

Right?

right!; perv luke; masturbation mention; fem!reader; MDNI 18+

to luke, the wet dream he had about you definitely didn't mean anything.

he keeps telling himself that while he sits at the wobbly table for breakfast, which is just shares of a small watermelon annabeth found before the group had to flee the last place.

you’re standing at the side of the table cutting the fruit with a knife you have reserved just for things like this. it's still early morning, and you all will probably be inside the entire day, so your attire is casual, a low cut shirt and a pair of jean shorts that look like something from the older movies annabeth used to force luke to watch before all of this.

your shirt is a henley with the buttons undone and from the way luke is noticing two pebble-like shapes poking through the fabric, he assumes you’re not wearing a bra.

it's rude to stare, he knows this. but you're magnetic, pulling luke's focus even whenever he manages to break away and find something else to look at for one second. watching you in this casual element is taking luke back to this morning when he watched you redress. and back to last night, when he watched you undress. and back to the last dream he had before waking up this morning, when he watched you come undone on his fingers.

he hasn't been meaning to watch you this closely. or, he hadn't meant to the first time. the second time was a little more intentional, as he purposefully gave you the bathroom first, promising he wouldn't look through the gap created by the broken door. he'd never been more thankful for a zombie apocalypse then. watching you pull your big shirt over your head, the way your tits jiggled from the impact. if it weren't for the undead walking the streets, this door would likely have been functioning. if it weren't for the undead, this house would have been occupied by something other than this small group. if it weren't for the undead, luke wouldn't have ever met you.

"luke!" your raised voice brings luke back to the current moment. he blinks hard, his shoulders jumping towards his ears as he focuses on you again.

were you talking to him? the others were looking his way so you must've been talking to him.

"oh ... uh." he licks his lips. "what?"

you scoff and cock your hip to the side. just that one movement makes your tits bounce and luke literally has to take a deep breath to keep himself calm.

"i asked if you thought we should just eat the rest or if we should save it?"

he blinks. and blinks some more. and then just blurts out the first answer that comes to his mind.

"let's just eat it all."

you squint but shrug and turn back to begin cutting up the half of the watermelon that hasn't been butchered yet. then luke, realizing what he has said, stops you.

"wait, no. let's save it. yeah ... yeah."

he can feel annabeth squinting at him from his left and percy judging him from his right, like his own little devil and angel but both of them are out to get him. luke doesn't know if he's thankful or not whenever annabeth speaks.

"is something wrong, luke?"

he shakes his head. "no. not really. 'm just tired. didn't get much sleep last night."

annabeth buys his excuse, percy must buy it because he has nothing to say in return, and then luke looks at you.

you're pouting a bit, but there seems to be something in your eyes. luke can't tell if you're just teasing him or if you know something. either way you say, "go take a nap, then. we aren't going anywhere today."

luke stands, nods, and leaves the table having completely forgotten about his fruit. he doesn't go to bed, though. instead he goes to the bathroom where he fists his cock thinking about you.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Christmas Shana! May I ask for some Merlin and Arthur? Maybe the time travel Ygraine one, or something else entirely 🎁🎄🎅🏻

Queen Ygraine is cursed to die during childbirth and the baby is stolen from his very crib that same night.

Uther rages. The grief and the fury of losing them both leave him a broken man and a broken king. The grounds of Camelot turn to mud with all the blood he's spilled and the air turns grey and harsh from the burnings. He sends knights to every corner of his kingdom, but his son remains missing, not even a body to be found.

Tristan and Agravaine de Bois send letters, blaming Uther for their sister and nephew's death and proclaiming they are subjects of Uther's no more. It's a blip in torrent of grief - Uther can't even pretend to mourn the loss of his brothers in law in the face of that of his wife and son.

"I still think we should have killed him," Tristan says, watching the servants pack up the contents of their manor with a scowl.

"He would have killed you and then I'd be stuck doing this alone," Agravaine replies, a blond, blue eyed infant in his arms. "So our revenge will have to wait."

"Alone?" Nimueh scoffs. "Thanks. Is this not revenge enough?"

Tristan softens, reaching out to brush the back of his index finger against Arthur's chubby cheek. "He's not revenge. He's our nephew."

Agravaine briefly tightens his hold on the babe before relaxing. "Where are we going? I suppose Mercia is the obvious choice."

"That old man won't be able to help gloating to Uther and we don't want him giving us a second glance," Tristan says. "Cendred's kingdom is a better choice, I think. That's our where our grandfather's castle is anyway."

The two of them plus a sorceress should be more than compelling enough additions to his court for Cendred to relinquish it back to them. Or at least turn a blind eye when they take it back themselves.

~

Merlin is fourteen and standing by his mother's side, keeping his head down and not moving or thinking or looking or anything as the lords come to collect taxes.

No matter what they say, no matter what they do, he's not to move.

There's cries of pain from the smith as one of the lords kicks him down, shouting at him for how little they have. He's the most educated man in the village, he's the one that keeps track. He's the one that warns them how short they are.

They are especially short this year.

There's the sound of sword being unsheathed and Merlin resists the urge to bury his head in his mother's shoulder. He's not suppsosed to move.

"Oh, for goddess's sake," a new, young voice says. He doesn't sound that much older than Merlin. "This is a waste of time. If you cut off his head, will gold coins fall out?"

"We're here to collect taxes!" he insists.

The young lord scoffs. "And if we were sent to squeeze blood from a stone, how long would you spend with your hands pressing into bedrock? Look at them!"

"We can't just let them get away with it," he argues. "If you're father hears about this-"

"He'll hear about it because I'll tell him myself," he says, annoyed. "We could take everything they have and we'll still lose money when they starve to death and we have to send people to bury the bodies or risk disease settling in. The wages for those soldiers will cost far more than everything this little village has to offer."

"They're on our land, they pay the tax!"

The young lord's voice goes hard. "I think you'll see that they're on my father's land and it's ultimately his responsibility to collect taxes for the king. Which means this is decision, not yours."

"Yes, and he decided that-"

"Well I'm deciding differently and he can yell at me about it then!" he snaps. "Put your sword away before I draw mine."

There's a tense, heavy silence. Then there's the sound of a sword going back in its sheathe and, "Yes, Lord de Bois."

Lord de Bois sighs and then raises his voice so his voice carries travels to everyone standing there, to the whole village standing there and waiting. "I'll return within the week. If there's any sort of bookkeeping you have, gather it for me."

"Y-yes, my lord," the blacksmith stutters.

There's the sound of footsteps then hooves.

He lifts his head and only sees the back of the young Lord de Bois's blond head.

Merlin wonders if when he returns, he'll be allowed to look.

[sakkiichi]

NOT IF IT’S YOU.

“I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s rotten work.”

“Not to me. Not if it’s you.”

Jing Yuan, Blade, Dan Heng, Luka, Seele x gn! reader.

genre/cw: angst to fluff, feelings of not being good enough, mentions of blood & injury, but soft comforting vibes.

✧ JING YUAN

Muffled cries and a darkened room are all the company you wish for tonight.

You messed up.

You utterly and completely fucked up.

Not only were you not able to catch the stellaron hunter, but you also got severely injured.

In your defense, the guy was skilled with that wicked sword of his.

And yet, that doesn’t make you feel any better.

Pressing your hand down your bloody side, you reach home.

And for the first time since you started dating him, you really hope the general is already asleep tonight.

The creaking of the wooden door makes you cringe when you enter the main hall, memorized steps guiding you to the bathroom.

Hopefully you’ll be able to patch yourself up without making too much noise.

A low purr greets you when you reach your destination’s door.

“Shhh, Mimi, please…” you utter, weakly, patting her fur with the hand that’s not soaked in blood. “Be a good girl and keep quiet for me?” The lion purrs again, as if unsatisfied, sensing something’s clearly amiss.

Wincing, you close the bathroom’s door behind yourself, pent up tears blurring your vision as you rummage the cabinets for disinfectant and some bandages.

“And just about what do you think you’re doing?” A familiar baritone sternly asks.

You stop in your tracks, a roll of bandage in your bloodstained hand.

“Jing Yuan…” you meekly manage. “Sorry I woke you up.” You lower the dressings in your grasp, defeated.

“You’re bleeding yourself out and me having woken up is your first concern?” He asks, disbelieving, leaning off the doorframe, walking towards you.

“I’m not bleeding myself out, general.” You respond through gritted teeth, your tone harsher than intended. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

And yet, the pained hiss you let out begs to differ.

“Let me see.” Your lover prompts, placing a calloused hand on your shoulder.

“No!” You pull away from his touch, something you had never done before. “I already told you, it’s just a scratch, it’s not worth worrying over, I’m not worth worrying over...”

“Don’t say that again.”

Jing Yuan’s tone leaves no room for argument, steely as the spear he wields. His usually soft amber eyes are akin to raging embers now, glueing you in place, a gelid chill running down your spine.

“But it’s tr-“

“Don’t. Don’t let me hear it.” The arbiter general cuts off, his voice a contrast to the tenderness with which he takes the stained gauze from you.

And under the warmth of his touch, you let yourself be shielded by the rainfalls of lightning with which he’d struck down any who dared hurt you.

Careful hands remove your sticky shirt, a deep gash criss-crossing your abdomen in ominous shades of crimson. With as much softness as he can muster, your lover applies antiseptic, stinging pinpricks in his wake.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” You mumble, voice milliseconds away from breaking. “It’s trouble, I’m trouble, I failed the mission and now you have to patch me up and take care of m-“

Slightly parched lips land on yours, ardently, as if wanting to cauterize the raw soreness from your open wound. Jing Yuan’s hands settle on your waist, like stitches putting shards of you back together, your brokenness, a myriad of pieces glued back into a colorful mosaic.

And in his healing hold, you let yourself fall, because you know no matter how small the pieces, by his side, you’ll find a way to solve the puzzle.

“You are never trouble to me.” Is your general’s affirmation when he pulls away, leaving a lingering kiss on your brow as he begins wrapping your gaping wound.

Perhaps this once, you’ll believe it, you think, as the ache dulls and exhaustion starts to take over.

✧ BLADE

The moment you see his weapon fly out of his grasp, all caution is thrown to the wind.

You weren’t used to the sight of him anything but defeating with ease any who dared to cross him.

Yet now, he bleeds.

Staggering to the side, Blade tries to reach for his discarded sword.

To no avail, for he drops to his knees, sickly crimson pooling at his feet.

Whatever cursed fragmentum creature he’s parrying against will land its last strike.

You can’t imagine a world without Blade. Without Ren.

Not like this, not ever.

The next sound in the desolate battlefield is the clang of metal against metal and your strained grunts.

“[Y/n]…” your lover musters, barely any strength left in his usually steely tone. “Go…”

“Like hell I’m leaving you here!” You yell back, your muscles sore from blocking the enemy’s fatal blow. “I’m not abandoning you, Ren!” A lone tear slides from the corner of your eyes, because of the effort or the thought of a world where you don’t get to wake up by Blade’s side, you are not sure.

“[Y/n]… I’m done for.” He coughs.

“Shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!” You scream, now locked in combat with the creature launching their piercing weapons at you.

You manage to dodge a few of its pounces, ducking and parrying as best you can.

But eventually, their chainsaw-like armament grazes your collarbone, your sky shattering cry hurting Blade more than the deadly wounds he bears.

You can’t let this end here.

Mustering strength from aeons know where, you impale your own weapon into the monster’s middle.

Flecks of fiery dust fly around you, before the construct goes up in flames, the image burning in your teary gaze.

“Ren!” You call, running to kneel by his broken form.

“Why?” The stellaron hunter wonders, ebony hair plastered to his face, deep night skies shadowing the underside of his ruby eyes. His bleeding hand reaches to cup the side of your face. “Why did you save me? I’m rotten.”

If it wasn’t because the guy is quite literally holding himself together in tatters, you’d be slapping some sense into him.

Instead, tears stained in yours and his shades of red careen down your cheeks.

“You are not! You never are! And you never will be to me!” You fling your arms around him, holding his weakened body as close to your heartbeat as possible.

Blade never believed in angels, but tonight, you might as well have been one. His savior in a battlefield where he otherwise would have breathed for the last time.

✧ DAN HENG

Night stars and daylight seem to mingle together lately.

Aboard the astral express, you find yourself buried in work. Records from expeditions, blueprints from parts of the train you need to memorize should they need repairing, leads and clues on the whereabouts of the stellaron hunters… the lines of text begin to blur before your tired eyes, eliciting a sigh from your lips.

It might be good to go grab a coffee, you muse.

But looking at the time, you should work for a while longer without distractions, you really could use a breakthrough in the stellaron investigation… Everyone’s working so hard, and the last thing you want is to be dead weight.

As you stretch your arms and attempt to re-focus on your task, three knocks resound through your room’s quiet.

Resignation makes itself apparent on your tone when you ask:

“What is it?”

“It’s just me.” A familiar voice, smooth as a breeze combing through greenery states.

“Dan Heng!” A relaxed smile tugs at your lips, as you get up from your desk to let him in. No matter how many galaxies you transversed, Dan Heng’s presence was always the brightest constellation to you.

Now, it’s not like you can admit your feelings to him, but you’ll enjoy this fond closeness you have now while you can.

“You’re still up?” You prompt, more of a statement than an actual question. “What brings you here?”

“I could ask you the same question.” He deadpans, arms crossed over his chest.

“Work.” You sheepishly say, with a mirthless smile.

“Have you eaten?” The dark haired man questions, the lilt of his tone indicating he is very much aware of how you have indeed not dined.

“Uh… I drank fruit juice and coffee? A while ago?”

Now it’s his turn to sigh in exasperation.

“How many times will it take of me repeating it to you for you to take care?”

“Sorry.” You lower your head. You know your friend is right and you’ve been neglecting yourself, but can you be blamed? The amount of work you took on is hefty, to say the least.

“Since you aren’t doing it yourself, let me take care of you.” His aquamarine eyes pierce through you, but they hold a warm gentleness to them. Every time you get lost in his gaze, you feel like you’re swimming in luminescent lakes under a thousand starry nights.

However, the reverie is short lived.

When you feel his hand around your wrist, pulling you out of your airless room, a shadow of guilt lodges at the back of your mind.

“Dan Heng, I can’t let you do that.” You stop in your tracks, averting your gaze, not allowing yourself the pleasure to dip in the profound waters of his eyes.

“Why not?” The boy’s hold on you slackens a little.

“You have enough work yourself, I can’t burden you anymore…” You mumble the last part, but it doesn’t escape him.

“You’re not a burden.” The wielder of cloud piercer assures you, incisively.

His hold on you tightens a little, his hand descending to find yours.

“But surely you’d prefer spending your time doing something more fun or, I don’t know, useful, at least…”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He responds. His hand squeezes yours in silent reassurance.

You could get used to his touch.

You’d like it very much, actually.

Instead, self-doubt robs you of your voice again tonight.

“Why?” Is the question echoing in between the corridor’s walls.

“Because I like- no, because I love you.” Is Dan Heng’s confession, cheeks matching the maroon of the maple leaves you’ve sometimes studied together.

Loud heartbeats and frenzied euphoria mingle in your chest, your hand squeezing his this time.

“What? Really? No, don’t get me wrong, it’s good- I mean, thank you- I mean, are you sure? Because I’m flattered but- Well, I love you t-“

Your speech is cut short by familiar hands steadying your shoulders. Dan Heng heaves a shaky breath, then:

“I’m going to show you how sure I am.”

A second later, his lips carefully, tentatively, envelop yours. It’s hesitating, and your noses bump a few times, but, to you, it couldn’t be any more perfect.

Your hands find themselves clinging to the front of his shirt, his still poised on your shoulders.

And as you leave fields of stars behind and enter new woods of shining asteroids, you finally let yourself submerge in the pools of jade contained in the mysterious man’s gaze.

Taking a break was certainly worth it, is the thought crossing your mind, as you lean in for another less innocent kiss.

✧ LUKA

“Ouch!”

“Stay still, Luka.”

“But it stings!”

“Oh and the blows you took out there didn’t?”

“But I won, right?”

“You always say that, yet at what cost?”

That is the currently ongoing conversation (or scolding, depending on how you look at it); the same one that repeats every week, after every victory he achieves in the fighting ring.

Because no matter how many times he emerges as victor, Luka always comes back to you beaten up and bruised. Bloody sometimes too, and you can only be grateful for no fractured bones.

You were no healer, but you still remember the first time you saw him fight.

—

It was his first ever combat, against a much bigger opponent.

Luka was smiling when his arm was lifted announcing his victory, and yet, you will never be able to shake off the sight of his concealed flinches every time his chest rose and fell.

His bruised ribs didn’t escape you.

In the same way that you didn’t miss the redhead lingering for a while after the crowd had dissipated.

Those coughs of his naturally wouldn’t let him go too far.

“Hey, are you alright?” You approached him.

“Sure, I’m fine!” The fighter tried to smile, only for it to turn into a fit of coughing that didn’t sound good at all, especially not with how he keeps holding his sides every time his ribcage so much as slightly stirs.

“No, you’re not fine.” You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest. “You have a black eye, your ribs look bruised and you’re limping. How is that being fine, again?”

“I’ll get through it.” He smiled. His blue eyes glinted in the dim light of the venue, akin to patches of clear sky in the soot-filled air of the underworld.

“How exactly? Passing out from pain? Come on, sit down, I’ll patch you up.” You offered, hurrying around the rundown gym, in search for something resembling a first aid kit.

“You don’t need to-“

“No buts.” You stated, leveling him with a gaze, pointing at him with a newly acquired roll of bandages.

—

“You know, you don’t have to waste your time on m-“ he tries to retort now, summer ocean eyes averted, his usual smile replaced by a frown you’re not fond of.

“Luka.” You stop him before he can continue his self deprecation.

“But you could be doing so much bette-“

“I won’t hear it.” You cut off, applying more pressure than needed while disinfecting a cut on his cheekbone. “We’ve already talked about this. You keep getting roughened up on the battlefield, I’ll be here to patch you up. No buts.”

A smile crosses the redhead’s face, the swirling typhoons in his gaze calming down to ripples over a lake. But still, some clouds linger over the surface, no sunlight quite filtering through in harp like beams underwater.

“Don’t you get tired, though?” Luka ventures, hesitation and bashfulness lacing his tone.

“Never when it comes to you.” You assure him, without having to think twice. “And no buts.”

“No buts, huh?” The corner of his lips curves upward, the cheeky smirk you always adored back. “But what if I asked you to kiss it better, would you?” The fiery haired warrior teases.

“Oh, you…” And yet, you can’t hide the wide smile helplessly illuminating your features.

Softly, your lips brush over each of the clean bandages you applied.

And Luka could swear your lips are better than any painkiller.

“There, all healed.” You whisper when you pull away, enchanted by the lights dancing in the sapphire expanse of his stare.

“Not yet.” He breathes, pulling you to him by the hand, your weight falling against his bare chest.

“Luka…” Is all you can muster before he’s kissing you full on the lips, his hands on the small of your back, the softness of his skin and the iron-hardness of metal making your every hair stand on end. You cup his face tenderly, brushing sweaty auburn strands away, as you drown in the colliding waves of his intense tide.

“Now I’m all healed.” Are Luka’s words when he pulls away, dopey smile adorning his bruised face.

You’re definitely never getting tired of this.

✧ SEELE

By moonlight, she waits.

From her vantage point on the rooftop of Goethe Grand Hotel, Seele counts down the seconds for your return.

She’s noticed.

Your leaves in the dead of every night, when you think everyone’s sleeping soundly.

Your returns before dawn, covered in dust and bruises.

The puffiness and redness of your eyes, the shadows under them.

In the starless silence, the butterfly stills her wings, listening to the steps crossing Boulder Town’s plaza.

With a swift motion, the wildfire fighter steps down from her perch, leaning against the hotel’s front wall.

“Good night to you too.” Seele calls.

Your eyes widen in shock. Why is she here now? She wasn’t supposed to see you in such a state.

“Seele! You startled me…” You try for a reassuring smile, as if to say ‘hey, everything’s fine’, but alas, when it came to you, nothing escaped Babochka.

“Cut the act, will you?” She scoffs, a hand resting on her hip. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?”

“Nothing’s going on.” You meekly answer, tone cold and distant.

Your girlfriend’s violet gaze dilates, concern overtaking her frown.

This detached iciness… This isn’t like you at all.

But Seele’s forte were never hugs and promises for better days to come, no. A fighter honed in battles for a mere glass of water, she always knew how to hit you with honesty, a scythe shredding the rainclouds dampening your light.

“So, are you going to keep looking miserable and isolating yourself?” She scoffs. “Be for real, you are barely talking, you leave at ungodly hours every night and you look like you’ve been crying for ages every morning. So are you going to tell me what’s wrong already?”

You heave a breath, the simple action exhausting.

“I just… I don’t feel like I deserve anyone… I’m not a good enough fighter, I’m not smart enough, I don’t really… I’m not proud of my personality and just…” you inhale, the night breeze unbearably frigid, even though the weather’s not even cold. “These nights, I’ve been going into the mines, to try and help, I guess, or to avoid thinking…” your shoulders slump.

Seele sighs, the bite in her tone completely faded, concern and care lingering as the indigo pigments of a butterfly caught in your palm.

“You can talk to me, you know?” She says, softer this time, her hand finding your blistered one from these last days.

“I know, I just… I don’t want to be a bother…”

“You never are, silly.” Your lover flicks your forehead, wrapping strong arms around your trembling form. “You never are.”

Quiet sniffles escape you at her warm embrace.

You had missed this.

You had missed her.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Seele utters, barely above a whisper, like a monarch’s flutter.

You nod, wiping the tears that started falling, glinting in your lashes like doomed satellites.

“I love you, never forget that.” Is your partner’s promise, with the moon as witness.

For the first time in weeks, you would fly in the sweetness of dreams tonight. By her side.

[mjr-acourtofdreams]

Drowning

Warning: depression, suicidal thoughts and actions, anxiety. torcher, blood (If missed anything lmk) Description: realizing that she was never enough for him and deciding the world might just be better without her in it

part 2

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The clashing of metal singings throughout the top of the mountains being carried off with the wind. Sweat beads on my brow my labor breath is becoming louder by the passing minute I lift my sword again towards the right missing the target that was Infront of me the big Illyrian, the general of the powerful Night Court armies the smirk forming on his makes me want to slap it right off. "Oh, come on y/n I know you're better than that." he swiftly movies and swings his blade at me I dodged it just in time dropping down to the ground swing my legs and knocking him off his feet flat on his back I jumped up and just my foot on his chest with pressure and pointing the blade of my sword at his throat "Yes I know I am." I smirk matching his that claimed his face just moments ago.

It has been just over 3 years since the war against the King of Hybern I just shortly after the war was won so much has changed with my found family and with the new additions to the family the Archeron sister, bless the mother for bringing us Feyre bringing her to Rhysand. I am beyond happy that he has found his mate, his other half that makes him whole. I see from the beginning that day we went to their mansion to ask to host the mortal queens to talk that the tension with Cassian and Nesta was going to lead to something more those two were cut from the same cloth what more than the perfect match the Lord of Bloodshed and Lady Death herself. I can't forget about sweet Elain, the way that Azriel looked at her like she was the reason for him to breath and her deep brown eyes seem to lighten looking up at him, it was kind of cliche in a way the darkness and the lightness meets and blends so well together.

I remember when Azriel went into the middle of the enemies camp to rescue Elain even though he could of easily of been killed and that day before the last battle he gave her truth teller. I sat stood across the way putting on my leather and armor when I caught the seen unfold something cracked in my chest, since the day that Nesta and Elain was thrown into the cauldron Azriel always kept a close eye and helping hand to Elain, I could tell from the way he looked at her that it was much more than just being a good friend helping our High Lady's sister adjust to High Fae life he was falling for her, first it was Mor he was pinned over her for the longest time that never seen to bothered me to much. Mor confined in me about her love for other women so I knew nothing was ever going to help between her and Azriel but that still never eased the hurt I felt the way he looked and acted with her. I don't know why I thought there was ever going to be a chance of me and Azriel becoming something more all he sees is the poor broken female hung between those trees deep in the cold forest bleeding pouring form the wounds on her back forming a pool of blood under her feet.

I shook my head trying to shake the memories away grinning again I held out my hand to Cassian he reached up and I helped him back up on his feet. "oh its good to have you back y/n!" he slung and arm around my shoulders and we made our way back down the stairs towards the dinning room. "You never leave us like that again, got it?" I side eyed him "I just needed some space Cass." I signed "To many things happened during the war and everything else going on it was just to much mentally..." Cassian stopped and turned me to face him he had a worried look on his face "I know you do not like to talk about things much but I hope you know that you have me.. you have all of us if you need someone to talk to about thing.." he paused and put a hand on my forearm "I mean it." I just looked at him gave him a small smile and nodded he just did the same.

We walked in silence the rest of the way to the dining room has we walked through the doors a glanced up at the large table sat in the middle of the room there he was and so with everyone else, i mean everyone. Cassian made is way over to Nesta and planted a kiss on her forehead and sat down I stayed in the doorway just staring at everyone. "Come join us y/n." I shifted my eyes toward Rhysand who was looking at me with is smirk he always seems to wear. "It has been far too long since we had everyone for a family dinner." I swallowed hard and blinked everyone now was staring at me waiting for me to come and sit was them or just waiting for a reply. I avoided looking in the direction and the shadow singer and the lovely flower that stay by him I turned and locked my eyes with Rhys "I'm sorry but I think I'm going to have to pass tonight, I am just far too exhausted" he gave me a worried look the same has Cassian did in the hall I felt him trying to break through my mental walls I just shut him out and gave a weak smile and turned to head back up to my room feeling a heavy stare on my back that sent shivers running down my spine.

[lorelune]

scrap metal

|| blade x reader || M || captive reader x necrobiome blade || wc: 2.5k  || ao3 || -> continued here

Elio sends a new script. A scrap trades hands.

minors, antis, and ageless blogs dni

a/n: blade fic blade fic blade fic!!! this is a snippet of a larger au... stray reader and blade (and sometimes kafka too. bc. woof.) mind the tags as always <3 enjoy!!

CW: dark content, captive/pet reader, reader is implied to be a used for sex, violence, minor character death, reader wears a muzzle, descriptions of injury, beginnings yan blade

"Bladie," Kafka says, singsong. "Elio has a new script for us. Looks like we're picking up a stray." 

Blade, who has been inspecting his sword for the past three hours, looks up but does not say anything in reply. He wipes the metal, broken and refused, over with a cloth soaked in oil.  

Another script, another script, another script. Kafka will tell his thoughts to be quiet and he'll follow the script.  

He runs the cloth over the metal. Again 

"What do you mean by stray?" Silver Wolf pops her hip. She's already dressed up in what must be world-appropriate clothing— robes and tassels, sashes tied tightly around her waist  

"You'll see when we meet them." Kafka pats her head, then turns her attention to Blade. "Listen, we'll be leaving within the hour. There's a parcel with your clothing. Don't be late, dearest. I think you'll like this one." 

Blade is sure he won't care either way. A mission is a mission, a script is a script. Regardless, Kafka's words soothe the ever-itching beast in his mind, and he concedes to her gentle command. He hardly inspects the package and its contents before stripping (to which Silver Wolf runs off after gagging), though Kafka remains in the room to watch, amused. She eyes the scars on his body shamelessly as she always does. 

Blade does not care either way. 

... 

You are the stray. 

Blade first sees you, during what would most appropriately be called a 'business transaction', or at least a meeting made under the guise of being one. Kafka has him carry on a silver briefcase as they enter the stuffy, metal room their host had reserved for them. The air curls with tobacco smoke. 

Kafka settles in a plush chair. She dresses finely, regally, even. The long swathes of fabric stretch over her curves and breasts are fine, soft to the touch and smell of the sticky sweet incense that the denizens of the Aiel Lasha binary system covet. Blade is dressed similarly, posed at her back. He does not care how he is dressed. 

He has read the script, up to a point. Just before leaving their home vessel, Kafka darkened the screen of his phone and forbade him from reading to its end. She told him, with a wink, "Listen, just follow my lead, okay?" She sealed her request with a kiss on his cheek, which he bore. He follows her order without question. 

The man they sit across from has you at his feet, kneeling on the gilded, bronzy flooring. (It must be hot.) There's a metal muzzle over your mouth, with slits only cut under the curve of your nose to breathe. It looks cruel but well-crafted. The metal gleams like itas been recently polished. (It must be very hot.) Your eyes are dulled, trained to the floor as the man pets you. 

"The Stellaron Hunters," he whistles and folds two of his hands together. One of the others from his lower set of arms reaches out to pet your hair. Perhaps not petting, more like tugging. Manicured nails dig roughly into your scalp. Blade can see the way you almost wince, almost rise to react, but settle in yourself. “I must say, I’m not entirely looking forward to this meeting. I’m well aware of what you lot tend to bring in your wake.” 

Kafka tilts her head, ever-confident, "Then, thank you for meeting today." 

“How could I not? Your offer is simply too lucrative not to entertain, though you must know that. You know how too...” 

The conversation drones on. The man is laying it on thick with Kafka. Silver Wolf, per the script, needs thirty-two minutes and forty-seven seconds to take down the solar system’s crypto-economic framework. Something about obliterating this planet's economic viability, disrupting in-galaxy trade, and crippling the two-star system for the next several millennia. "baby stuff", Silver Wolf had said, before taking a quantum ferry down to the planet's surface. 

Blade only half-listens to the current exchange, and counts the seconds before this excruciating ordeal can be done with.  

The man pets you more and more aggressively as Kafka swerves his advances. Whatever faux ‘deal’ she cooked up was being superseded by the man’s obvious lust. Kafka is used to such things, even if it's foolish.  

The man takes his frustration out on you. He yanks your hair and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your shoulders shake. 

(Something twinges, deep in his chest. Something that should be dead, but can't die.) 

"How about this," Kafka lays a hand on Blade's lower back, almost startling him. "You give me that little scrap you've got by your knee, and we'll call it even. Everybody wins, hm?" 

The man's eyes widen, before he leans back, belting out a laugh and dragging you to him. He winds your hair around his fist, and pulls your body up, over his lap. Your scramble to straddle him. Eyes dead. Lost. Almost vacant. 

The man grabs your cheeks in between one palm and squeezes over the metal of your muzzle. The others grope your waist, slipping under your gossamer sheer robes. They're hardly clothes at all, Blade realizes. Just sheets of thin, hardly-there fabric. He can see the shadow of your body underneath. Blade itches in his skin. 

"I'm afraid I can't accommodate that request, kind Kafka. This 'scrap' gave me such... trouble," your eyes scrunch, and the muzzle shifts over your mouth. "When I first acquired them. Training them was a hardship, but they're my most obedient thing now. I can't let my hard work go, just for a business deal, can I? You must understand." 

His eyes shift to Blade, regarding him fully for the first time since they entered. 

It’s not the first time he’s been regarded as something lesser and subservient. Hardly. It does not bother him. Not usually. And yet, he jolts and almost summons Shard Sword, but Kafka stops him with an arm, extended at his waist. 

"My companion is not trained, nor does he need to be. He’s a lovely tool, but he has his own two feet." Kafka says. "You really only speak in insults, don't you?" 

The man goes red in the face, and the arms around you constrict. You clearly try to steel yourself. You are trained. Poor thing. But there's only so much you can take.  

The man’s form changes... bursts, seemingly in anger. He is almost melting, half-corporeal as his hold on you becomes tighter. Like a lasso drawn too snuggly over your tummy. 

There's an audibly sickening snap (nothing Blade isn't familiar with, yet why—?), and your eyes blow wide. Alight. Awake. You shove against the man but sink into his oozing flesh. Your muzzle shifts over your face, panic in your eyes. 

The man roars something in a tongue Blade doesn't know and a wet looking... hand, more than likely, slaps across your cheek. He grips over your muzzle, liquid flesh clogging the air slits in the muzzle. 

Blade begins his count. 

"What a tantrum." Kafka sighs, stands, and stretches. "I thought you really liked that 'thing', yet you treat them so roughly." 

Thirty-two minutes and ten seconds 

"They like to struggle, I assure you. I made sure they do." the man says. Blade doubts that. "Besides, I do not need your judgments. I heard you were a wretched woman. I know of your calamities." 

Thirty-two minutes and twenty-two seconds. 

"And yet, you invited me all the way down to your planet for a silly deal you don't have the currency or sway to accept. Pretty bold move." 

Thirty-two minutes and thirty-five seconds. 

The man sputters, something like an excuse, who knows or cares. you struggle in his arms, a few more snaps of bone. Your shoulder may be dislocated. Blade could pop it back into place easily.  

Thirty-two minutes and forty-five seconds. 

The last thing Blade had been able to read on the script was the crashing of the ion grid after Silver Wolf's hack. Everything else from there is in Kafka's hands. Things are clearly going to plan as an alarm begins to blare, screens and projections go alight in the room. Disaster, disaster, disaster. Destruction and all. 

The man shoots them a look, enraged, and the dripping lump of his hand wraps around your throat.  

(The thing in Blade writhes. Violence does not phase him. It shouldn’t. It hasn’t been in a long... long time, right? He remembers— maybe?) 

Kafka draws her weapon and shoots the man in between the eyes. Or what's left of them. Blood and electricity shoot from the wound, spattering over your face.  

You flinch with it and shriek. You scramble away from his body once it melts to the ground in a puddle. You paw at the muzzle, trying to clear the clogged air slits. Kafka, however, is faster and more efficient. She's kneeling by your side in moments, brushing away remnants of a dead man from the muzzle. Blade follows at her heels. 

"Oh dear," she coos, soft and easy. "Let's get this off of you, hm?" 

You shake your head and push at Kafka. You do not know her. This is logical. 

Who is this stray? Blade only thinks to ask that now, but keeps his mouth shut as Kafka cows you enough to let her touch you. There's the whirring of sirens just outside. 

"Bladie, dearest, a hand please?" Kafka urges him and taps the clasp of the muzzle. A platinum lock keeps it flush to your face. more than flush, really. Painfully tight. 

Blade takes the lock in between two (shaking, arthritic ) fingers and crushes the mechanism. He pulls it off you a moment later—  gently— 

(When was the last time he was gentle?) 

Kafka unsticks it from your cheeks, and you let out a gasping breath now that your mouth is free. There are indentations across your jaw, cuts, and wounds all over you, now that Blade looks closely. 

Kafka does, too. She traces an angry-looking scar over your clavicle as you leer away, lip wobbling, "Oh, Bladie, look. You match. How cute." 

You try to say something, but your voice is nothing but a wisp of sound. Your throat must be so dry. Or maybe your voice is unused? Probably both, now that he thinks of it. You look to be in horrible shape— neglected. A stray. 

(Something in him screams. His consciousness is too fragmented and corrupted to trace the origin, other than that it is recessed. A dormant urge, yawning awake at the sight of a scared little thing. Yingxing— Blade— does not care to know. He knows the heat of a forge and the way flesh melts around molten metal and the swift flourish of a blade. He does not know the feeling growing in his chest like a lush rot. Birthed maggots crawling between his ribs. A fungus bloom on the inside of his lungs.) 

His dilemma is so swiftly interrupted. Kafka smacks the butt of her gun against your temple before you can panic any further, and you slump forward into her. Your cheek rests on the cushion of her breast, and Kafka looks pleased. She pets over your hair for a moment and shushes you. There's no need to, you're limp and still. But Kafka does anyway. Blade is unsure why. 

Blade is jealous— maybe. 

Kafka presses a kiss to your forehead, then turns her focus to him, pin-prick gaze all on him, "Could you, Bladie?" 

He complies. 

Blade throws you over his shoulder just as Silver Wolf arrives, dropping down from a vent in the ceiling. This is not necessary, but Silver Wolf likes the flare of these things sometimes. Some days, he thinks it's almost— 

(Endearing.) 

Maybe he needs Kafka to wipe his memory again. 

"All wrapped up?" Kafka asks with a smile. 

"Yup." Silver Wolf unwraps a sucker from their last mission and pops it in her mouth. It's bright green. Her mouth will stain. "The system is irreparable at this point. The infrastructure will be fried too." 

"Perfect, Elio will be delighted," Kafka hums. "Let's get back, then. We have a new pet to settle in." 

"Wait, we're keeping them? Actually?" Silver Wolf circles Blade, studying your slack features and bruised cheeks. "Why is their face like that?" 

"They were wearing a muzzle." Blade answers. Silver Wolf looks shocked that he replied. 

(Blade does not see the way Kafka is looking at him. Conniving, smitten, and so utterly pleased with herself.) 

"Gross." Silver Wolf scowls. 

"Let's get them home, then." Kafka walks lazily to the balcony, taking out her phone to presumably dial Sam and their transport. "Our new pet needs a good bath and a hot meal. Some care, don't you think?" 

Kafka flashes a look to Blade. Something in him twists. 

It makes him aware of you, over his shoulder. You're soft in a way he isn't used to. He's carried many bodies over his shoulder many times at the behest of Kafka. Those were flesh weighs to him. Dead and still. You feel alive to him. The thump of your heart, the pressure of your chest and your breath against him. He can feel the way the fat and flesh of your body curve around him. How you mold to him, naturally. 

It’s familiar, almost? It reminds him of— 

"Listen, let's get going. You can play with them later, once we find out if they bite or not. They may need their shots." Kafka says. Blade cannot tell if she's joking. 

Silver Wolf snorts a laugh regardless. 

And... who's to say if Blade ruminates longer than usual as they board the sky ferry back up to their ship. The alarms and sirens drone on as they ascend, idling in the cockpit as they debrief with Elio's emissary. 

Blade has not set you down. 

He runs a hand up the back of your leg, high up your thigh, squeezing flesh along the way. He drags his nails over your skin on the way back down, and you stir with a whine. Kafka looks at him, knowingly as usual, and guides him to your... room. It should be a cell, probably, but it’s not. 

(Kafka had prepared, it seemed. The room has been decorated, softened, with a plush bed replacing the cheap cot that reeked like petroleum and acrylic. Instead, there’s a gentle, floral scent. The bathroom looks freshened, with a bathtub big enough for two.) 

(There are seven locks on the door.) 

"Listen, set them down, Bladie. Nice and steady." 

Blade does as is directed. You grumble and groan, pressing your face into the sheets.  

"I'll fetch some medicine, hm? You stay with them. Greet them. Be good, alright?" Kafka says with a grin in her voice. 

Blade is not good. He is something awful. 

A high-pitched, breathy sound leaks from your throat as you fumble for the rising lump on your forehead. 

Blade is not good. He does not know how to be good. But he... he wants. He will— be something for you. Maybe it'll be poison, or maybe he will learn the language of the roiling, human thing in his chest that he can't believe still breathes. 

Blade shushes you and rubs over the scar on your collarbone with his thumb. You quiet beneath him, and Blade swears you almost turn into his touch. 

Kafka was right, you do match. 

[ghosthoard]

PART 1

parts 01 02 03 04 05 06 07

CW: main character death, aftermath of torture, vivid descriptions of injury

They had been too late.

And isn’t that a hero’s worst failing, almost there, almost in time, almost saving the day. What was the use if after the victory, there was nothing left to salvage?

If only they had been quicker and smarter, they would have saved the day just like they were supposed to. 

But mercilessly, they had no do-over, and they had to face what lay before them in their failure.

Their brother hung from chains that pulled his arms harshly up to the ceiling, his toes just barely skimming the floor. Blood dripped, dripped, dripped—! Time ripped himself out of the spiral, closing his eye to it.  

Wild had been taken from them. The yiga had grabbed him and dragged him into a portal. By Hyrule and Legend’s quick thinking and skillful spell casting, they had stopped the portal from closing just barely until it stayed frozen as the size of a disc, enough for maybe Wind to stick his head in. 

It took them an hour, 33 minutes, and 42 seconds to figure out how to widen the portal enough for them all to squeeze through and land in the middle of a mass of shocked yiga. Another two hours, 16 minutes and 2 seconds for them to throw themselves into maiming, incapacitating, and killing whoever tried to stop them from finding Wild. 18 minutes for Time and Warriors to find Wild too late. 

The approaching sound of footsteps as the rest of his boys arrived turned him around just in time to see Twilight enter the dungeon with Wind and Hyrule. The man’s eyes searched feverishly around the room, first looking at Time, Warriors who stood further in, and then finally they landed on the hanging body and he froze. 

Nobody moved, nobody made a sound. It was a brutal precipice they waited on. Sky, Legend, and Four arrived before anything happened, for of course all of them had to be present to witness the fall.

“Get him down…” Twilight’s voice cracked the delicate silence. Echoing around the dungeon. He stormed toward Wild. “Get him down from there! Here, help me.”

“Twilight…” Warriors said, careful with his brother’s heart, “he’s—”

“His shoulders oughta be real sore, and we hafta to stop the bleedin’. Hyrule, you need to get ready to heal ‘im.” 

Hyrule twitched to life at the mention of his name, tears already flowing down his cheeks. “R-Right.”

“I got you, cub, I got you.” Twilight had cradled an arm under Wild’s knees, his other arm hovering, preparing to catch him. “Sky, cut the chains.” 

Time heard Sky take in a breath before stepping forward to do as he was told, his face stony. The hum of the Master Sword was hatefully calming and beautiful as he unsheathed it. The chains snapped with just one perfectly executed swing and Wild dropped into Twilight’s waiting hold. A whimper escaped someone’s mouth from the way Wild’s head fell bonelessly back, from how his arm fell limply at his side. 

Twilight hastily moved his arm from around Wild’s shoulders to support his head as he lowered him to the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, must’ve hurt your neck” he muttered. 

Now laying on the ground, everybody got a good look at Wild’s face which had been hidden behind his hair. His nose had gushed blood, and it looked broken. Bruises colored him a deep purple, stark against his pale skin. One of his ears had been cut off, the other burned. His eyes… blank and unseeing and stained red from the blood that had leaked down from his head.

“Okay, Hyrule, come on.” Twilight was avoiding Wild’s face. 

Hyrule numbly knelt on Wild’s other side, staring with wide, pained eyes on all the damage, the blood loss, the sunken chest that told of shattered ribs and internal bleeding, the missing fingers, the exposed bones. He reached out. His shaking hands started to glow. He placed them ever so gently over his brother’s chest, feeling it crackle under his touch. They all watched as the healing light shone for a few— hopeful despite everything —seconds only for a sob to wrack Hyrule’s body and the light flickered before going out entirely. Hyrule collapsed on top of Wild’s chest, clutching at the blood soaked tunic, letting out heart-wrenching wails. 

“What… what’s wrong?” Twilight said, his voice rising, his breaths shorter, “Why did you stop? Why isn’t he healed?”

“It’s not going to do anything, Rancher,” Legend’s caustic (devastated) tone lashed out. “Hyrule can’t bring back the dead.”

Twilight flinched. “Th-Then, a-a potion. Or a fairy…!”

Seeing Twilight’s face twist that way as he tried to hold back tears, Time automatically went to him. Twilight’s eyes snapped on to him as he approached and never left his face as he lowered himself to his knees next to him.

“Time… Time, we have to save Wild. We have to do something.”

Time wrapped his arms around his pup and pulled him close. 

“Time, please.” Twilight shuddered in his arms as he begged. “He can’t be dead. He can’t be gone. He would’ve been alone and scared when he died. We weren’t there. We were supposed to save ‘im. He would’ve been waiting for us.”

“I’m so sorry, pup.”

Around them, the others were getting closer. Legend started rubbing circles into Hyrule’s back, his face crumpled in soul deep sadness. 

Sky had lifted Wild’s head up onto his lap, gently closing the boy’s eyes before starting to card through the tangled mess of hair and dried blood. 

Warriors had an arm around Wind’s shoulders, looking smaller and exhausted and ten years older as he took in Wild’s body like it was a punishment he was dealt. 

Wind was searching around the empty cavern with tear-streaked cheeks, hiccuping. 

“He’s skin and bones. How could they have done this much in so little time?” Four muttered in a numb grief. “It couldn’t have been more than a few hours between when he was taken and when we got here.”

“A lot can be done in an hour,” Time said. A person can be alive and then gone within a second.

“We should get out of here.” Legend said from where he had managed to bring Hyrule into a hug. “He doesn’t deserve to be here any longer.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Sky shifted, he lowered Wild’s head back down delicately as if he could still feel pain. Legend guided Hyrule onto his feet and out of Sky’s way. Sky got as far as leaning forward to lift Wild up when Twilight pulled away from Time’s embrace.

“Let me. Please.”

Sky nodded and stepped back. 

Twilight gathered Wild in his arms as he’s done millions of times before. He rested Wild’s heavy head on his shoulder then placed a kiss on his forehead. “Come on, cub, let’s get out of here.”

The shackles that were still around Wild’s wrists clattered as Twilight rose to his feet. 

“We’re getting those off,” he snarled.

Next

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[senseigrace]

Take These Broken Wings and Learn to Fly (Part One)

Lloyd knew that he was a hybrid. He was an Oni, a Dragon, and a human. However, he wasn't ready for all of the changes that came with being a hybrid, both emotionally and physically.

But he would figure it out. He's the Green Ninja.

(Or Lloyd suddenly getting a whole bunch of Oni/Dragon features, and he has to come to terms with it.)

Kai couldn’t help but notice Lloyd’s absence at the breakfast table. 

Maybe missions before breakfast were becoming normal for the youngest member of the team, but that didn’t make them a good idea. Or something that they should be getting used to. 

“Hey, Pixal? Did Lloyd go out on a mission this morning?” he asked as he carried his bowl to the sink. It was Nya’s day to do the dishes. 

Pixal looked up at him, then shook her head. “I am not aware of any disturbances in Ninjago that would require his attention this morning,” she told him. “Perhaps he is still asleep?” 

Kai nodded, but something in the back of his head disagreed with Pixal’s words. It wasn’t like Lloyd to sleep in, and it definitely wasn’t like him to skip breakfast if there wasn’t some sort of mission. 

“I’ll go check,” he said as he tried to keep the worry out of his head. 

He knew he was overprotective of the youngest member of the team, it was something that had come with realizing what his full potential was. His job was to protect Lloyd, everything else came second. 

He made his way through the monastery, then knocked on the door to Lloyd’s room.

He couldn’t hear anything from inside of the room, but that didn’t really mean anything. With the exception of an occasional nightmare, Lloyd was extremely quiet. 

Kai opened the door, and peered in. As soon as he did though, he frowned at what he saw. 

The room was a mess, which was unusual for Lloyd. The sheets were torn off of the bed, a teacup had been shattered, and in the middle of the room… 

“Lloyd?” Kai asked as he walked in. “Lloyd, what’s wrong?” 

Lloyd sat in the middle of the room, his legs pulled up to his chest and the sheets from his bed wrapped around him. He looked like he hadn’t slept in a year… 

Instead of looking up at Kai, Lloyd looked away. 

“Go away,” he whispered. 

A part of Kai wanted to be hurt, but instead, his body was filled with worry instead. Lloyd didn’t act like that. He never pushed Kai away unless something was seriously wrong. 

He didn’t take Lloyd’s advice. Instead, he walked over to his little brother and sat down on the floor beside him. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” He tried to make his voice as gentle as possible, so he didn’t make Lloyd shut down anymore than he already had. 

“I said go away!” Lloyd shouted as he looked up at Kai. 

Kai gasped when he saw his little brother’s face. There was blood on his lips, cuts on his cheeks, and his eyes… 

His eyes were glowing purple. 

Before Kai had a chance to say anything, Lloyd made a noise of distress. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he repeated over and over again as he reached out to stop Kai from leaving. 

Lloyd’s hand didn’t look normal. Where once there had been gentle fingertips, there were now claws as sharp as swords. Claws that could tear through flesh without a second thought. 

Kai reached out to wrap his arms around Lloyd, the way he always did when his little brother was having a bad day, but Lloyd recoiled. 

“I-I… I don’t wanna hurt you,” Lloyd said as he curled himself into an even smaller ball. 

Kai didn’t know what to do. This had never happened to Lloyd before, he didn’t even know that it was possible. Sure, the kid was some sort of hybrid, but… 

He scooted a little closer to Lloyd, as close as he could be without intruding in his personal bubble. He wanted his little brother to know that he was close by, even if he couldn’t touch him. 

Besides, it wasn’t the first time Lloyd had gone through a phase where he didn’t want to be touched. It had happened right after the Tomorrow’s Tea incident, when his body ached from the sudden changes that had taken place over seconds instead of years. And again after the Overlord had drained all of the power from his body, the only person who had been able to touch him after that was Garmadon. 

So Kai sat as close as he could, a reminder to Lloyd that he was there and that he wasn’t alone. 

Finally though, Kai knew he had to break the silence that was forming between the two of them. “Do you want me to go get your uncle?” 

He wasn’t sure how much Sensei Wu could actually do, but he definitely knew more about this dragon and oni thing than he did. 

Lloyd shook his head, but didn’t say anything. Kai didn’t know if he was scared to talk, or if he just didn’t want to. 

Resisting the urge to reach out and hold his little brother the way he was so used to doing, Kai looked down at the ground and began to count the lines in the polished wood. “Do you wanna talk about it?” 

A soft gaspy sound came out of Lloyd’s mouth. “It started last night,” he whispered. “Eyes first, then the horns, claws, and teeth… My back hurts so bad, I can’t stop my fangs from cutting open my lip, the claws keep scratching me… Kai, I don’t know what to do. I just want m-my dad… I need him.” 

A shuddering sob wracked Lloyd’s body, and Kai watched as his little brother broke down. 

His mind was running a million miles an hour, but it was blank at the same time. He had no idea what he could do to help, but he knew he had to do something to calm Lloyd down. 

Kai resisted the urge to reach out and pull him into his arms again. Lloyd didn’t want to be touched right now, or at least not yet. Doing so would probably only make everything worse. 

But then a thought popped into his head. There was nothing he could do to bring back a Garmadon that loved his son and was there to help at the drop of a hat, but the memories still existed. And even though Garmadon had never told Lloyd anything about his hybrid nature and how it affected his body, he had taught Lloyd a lot about his powers. 

And he had taught him about how to control fear. 

Kai swallowed. There were three ways this could go. 

The first was that his suggestion would work and help Lloyd get through whatever was going on. 

The second was that it would make Lloyd cry even harder, which Kai didn’t really want. 

The third was that it would make Lloyd angry, and Kai had to admit that he didn’t really want to be on the receiving end of those sharp claws. 

“Lloyd?” he began, his voice as gentle as it could possibly be. “Do you remember the breathing exercises that your dad taught you for when you were scared?” 

Lloyd looked up at him, tears still pouring out of his glowing purple eyes. He hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly. “Uh huh.” 

“Do you want me to help you do them?” Kai asked. They were the same ones that Sensei Wu had taught him after they had saved Nya from the skeletons, and he had been having nightmares and panic attacks. 

Lloyd nodded again, then reached out his shaky clawed hand and placed it on Kai’s leg. His hand trembled even as it rested against Kai’s leg, an obvious sign of the anxiety the younger ninja was filled with. 

“You ready?” 

“Yeah.” 

Kai nodded. “Okay. Breathe in, two, three, four…” he said slowly as he prompted his little brother to follow the exercise. “Hold, two, three, four…” 

The exercise was simple. An even amount of inhaling, holding, exhaling, and resting. It was easy for Kai to remember when he needed it most, and was easier to do than some of the longer ones. 

It took a few minutes of doing the exercise before Lloyd’s hand stopped shaking. It took longer for the last of the tears to stop falling. 

But it didn’t matter how long it took to Kai. He would do this for days on end if it helped his brother feel better. 

The claws disappeared at some point. Kai wasn’t really sure when, but all that was left was what looked like long, sharp fingernails. They didn’t resemble the claws that had been there earlier at all. 

When Kai finally felt comfortable with saying something that wasn’t guiding Lloyd’s breathing exercises, he found himself only able to ask one question. 

“When did you last eat, Lloyd?” he asked. 

Lloyd opened his eyes and looked over at him. They still glowed purple. It was a color that looked so familiar on villains like Garmadon, but not on his son… The color barely registered as anything other than evil in Kai’s mind, though he knew his little brother was the furthest thing from that. 

“Last night,” he responded, though Kai noticed it took him a minute to remember when. “After I got home from my mission.” 

That settled that. The kid needed food. 

Kai stood up, then held out his hand to Lloyd. “Let’s go get you some food,” he said. 

Lloyd stared at him, his eyes still glossy with tears even though he had finished crying. Kai couldn’t help but notice the hesitation in his eyes. 

“They’ll see me…” 

Kai felt a surge of protectiveness rush through him. On top of the pain, Lloyd was embarrassed to be a hybrid. Kai had watched him push those parts of him away, but he hadn’t realized the harm it must have been doing. 

But their team wouldn’t bully him, not for this anyway. 

“Lloyd, they aren’t going to make a big deal out of it. They aren’t going to freak out, and they aren’t going to make fun of you,” he said. “Cole was a ghost, Jay was a snake, Zane’s a robot, and Nya was the sea… We’ve all had our moments.” 

Lloyd seemed to contemplate that for a second, and then reached out and grabbed Kai’s hand. 

Kai gently pulled Lloyd up, the blankets that had been wrapped around Lloyd falling down to the ground. 

As they fell, they revealed one last thing.

It was all Kai could do not to gasp. 

Lloyd had wings. 

Wings with golden and emerald scales that glittered in the sunlight that was peaking through the window, wings that would maybe allow Lloyd to fly one day, wings that were so cool it made sense that only the grandson of the First Spinjitzu Master could have them.

And Kai had to admit, he was insanely jealous of them.

Lloyd caught his gaze, then looked over his shoulder. After a second, he looked back at Kai. 

There was a smile on his face, a mischievous smirk. A sharp fang that hadn’t there before was just barely visible. “Jealous?” 

Kai let out a soft chuckle. “Honestly?” he said. “Yeah, really jealous.” 

“Not really a fan of everything else, but I gotta admit… I like the wings,” Lloyd admitted. “Although, my back does hurt a lot cause of them…” 

Kai winced. He remembered Lloyd saying that his back hurt earlier, but he never would have guessed that it was because of the wings. 

“Maybe it’s because they’re just coming in?” he suggested. “I mean, I know you aren’t human, but you’re growing wings.” 

A pained look flashed on Lloyd’s face for just a second, and Kai realized what he had done wrong. 

“Lloyd, I didn’t mean…” he started. He hadn’t even thought about the words he had been using. Sure, Lloyd was a hybrid, but it wasn’t just Dragon and Oni, he was human too.  

Lloyd cut him off with a shrug, and gave Kai a tight-lipped smile. “It’s okay,” he said. “It probably is just cause they’re coming in.” 

Kai swallowed. A part of him felt like he needed to apologize, but he also knew that it would make it worse. The best thing he could do was drop it. Lloyd was already struggling with it today, and he always did better if they didn’t focus on it. 

So he mustered up a smile and hoped that Lloyd wouldn’t internalize the accidental words used. “Let’s get you some food.” 

Kai wasn’t sure if Lloyd was off balance because of the wings or if he just needed something to ground him, but Lloyd held tightly to Kai’s hand for the entire walk to the kitchen. 

They didn’t say anything though, the only sound was their footsteps against the wooden floors. 

When they reached the kitchen, Kai could hear the sounds of Nya doing the dishes. He wasn’t worried about how she would react to Lloyd’s current state, she was always great at using the right words and making the kid comfortable. 

“Hey, Nya,” he greeted as he and Lloyd walked in. 

“Hey,” she said back, but she didn’t turn towards them. Instead she just kept washing the dishes. “How’s Lloyd?” 

“I’m okay,” Lloyd told her as he sat down. “Definitely been worse in the past.” 

Nya turned towards him, and for a second, Kai could see the shock in her eyes. She masked it pretty quickly with a grin. 

“Bet Kai is pretty jealous of those wings,” she said, her voice playful as she walked away from the sink. 

Lloyd’s wings opened up a bit as a slight blush covered his cheeks. Kai wondered if the movement was something that Lloyd had done on his own to show them off more, or if it was automatic. 

“Just a little bit,” Lloyd told her. 

Nya sat down at the table. “They wouldn’t look good on him though,” she said, and Kai allowed himself to not fight their playful banter this time around. “Green isn’t his color at all.”

Nya looked over at Kai and gave him the most subtle nod she possibly could. They two of them had tag teamed Lloyd enough over the years to be able to say things to each other through nods and shakes. 

Nya had Lloyd. Kai could focus on getting him food or anything else he needed. 

So he let them keep teasing him as he walked over to the kitchen cabinets and began trying to find something to make the kid. 

Kai grabbed a bowl and a packet of instant oatmeal. Lloyd tended to crave warm things when he was upset. Blankets to wrap around himself, someone warm to cuddle, warm things to eat… 

It had always been adorable, but now Kai was wondering if it was the dragon inside of him. The dragons that the ninja had owned had all been different, but Kai would never forget the way Flame had always wanted warmth. 

He missed that dragon… 

Kai looked back over at Lloyd. He still looked sad and paler than normal, but in the few moments Kai had been focused on something else, Nya had cleaned up his bloody lip and the scratches on his cheeks. 

The purple glowing eyes were gone now too, his bright green eyes replacing them with a glow that was almost as bright. 

Kai poured the boiling water over the oats and stirred. 

Their conversation had moved onto something different. Something about dragon wings and fight moves. Definitely something that Lloyd would be interested in, though it worried Kai. 

Lloyd’s hybrid nature would put him at risk now that the physical traits were showing up. A pair of tiny horns covered by his blond hair would rarely be noticed, but wings? 

Kai swallowed at the thought. He was Lloyd’s sworn protector, and he would give his life to keep him safe… But the risk was so much higher than before, and he had failed Lloyd before. 

There had always been a target on Lloyd’s back, but would people actively seek out the blood of a Dragon, Oni, and Human hybrid? Especially when some part of that blood was also related to the First Spinjitzu Master?

He tried to push it away. He would leave it in the back of his mind until he was with the rest of his team. Then he could talk to the others and get their opinions on it. 

Would they have to force Lloyd to hide what he was? That didn’t seem fair… 

He knew that Lloyd would take it like a champ. He would smile his golden smile and mask the pain as he was forced to hide away parts of himself that should be free. Parts that none of the other ninja would have been forced to hide away. 

Just the thought of forcing his little brother into that position made Kai feel sick. 

Then Kai remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He was supposed to be taking care of Lloyd. He was supposed to be getting the kid food. 

He carried the bowl of hot oatmeal over to Lloyd and placed it in front of him. Then Kai handed him a spoon. 

“Eat.” 

Lloyd nodded, then began to eat. 

“Have you told Sensei Wu yet?” Nya asked. Of course, Kai knew that the answer was no. He had been the one to find Lloyd like this, and Lloyd hadn’t wanted to get his uncle involved. At least, not at that point. 

“Told me what?” 

All three of them jumped as they turned towards their master. 

“Uncle!” Lloyd exclaimed, and Kai could hear the nervousness in his voice. 

Sensei Wu looked over at Lloyd, and like always, his expression was unreadable. Kai couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. 

“I see your Dragon and Oni heritage has caught up with you,” he said. 

Lloyd nodded. “It happened last night,” he whispered. “Kai calmed me down this morning.” 

Sensei Wu hummed for a moment. “Did you get any sleep?” His voice was gentle, and Kai had no idea why he had expected anything else from his master. 

While he had pushed Lloyd to perfection and beyond, he had always been a good uncle. And besides, if Lloyd had Dragon and Oni heritage, Sensei Wu would have had it too.

Lloyd shook his head. “No, Sensei,” he said. 

Sensei Wu nodded. “I see,” he said, then turned to Kai. “Once he is done eating, help him to bed.” 

Kai knew what his sensei was asking of him. He was asking for more than just putting Lloyd to bed and leaving him. He was asking for him to help Lloyd be as comfortable as possible, then stay with him as he slept in case anything else happened. 

Kai hadn’t just tag teamed Lloyd with Nya before. He’d tag teamed him with Sensei Wu too. 

“Yes, Sensei,” he said. 

Sensei Wu turned back to Lloyd. “Get some sleep,” he said. “Then I would like to speak with you.” 

Lloyd nodded, but he didn’t say anything. To which Kai couldn’t decide if he thought that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

Sometimes Lloyd was just quiet, but normally he would respond to his uncle… 

Sensei Wu left the room after that, and it wasn’t long before Lloyd finished his food. 

“Get some rest,” Nya told Lloyd gently as she reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “Use this as an excuse to get a good nap and take some time off of training. You need it, kid.” 

Lloyd nodded, and Kai could tell how exhausted he was just by how slow the movement was. “Okay,” he whispered. 

Kai stood up, then turned to his little brother. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said as he held out his hand. 

Once again, Lloyd took Kai’s hand and allowed himself to be led across the monastery and into his bedroom. 

Kai quickly made Lloyd’s bed, then looked over at the sleepy green ninja. “C’mon,” he said. “Bedtime.” 

Lloyd nodded, then climbed into the bed and rolled onto his side. He didn’t say a word as he closed his eyes. 

Kai walked over to the chair at Lloyd’s desk and sat down in it. If Lloyd needed anything, he would be right here. It was all he could do for the kid. He couldn’t change DNA, he couldn’t change the fact that people would hunt him down for another reason now. 

All he could do was be an anchor. All he could do was be what Lloyd needed. 

It was quiet for a long time, and Kai was completely convinced that Lloyd had fallen asleep, but then he heard his name. 

“Kai?” 

Kai looked up and towards Lloyd. “You okay?” he asked. 

Lloyd didn’t move from where he was still laying on his side. “Do you think Uncle Wu is mad at me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. 

“Why would you think that?” Kai asked. Sensei Wu had seemed pretty normal to him, but maybe he had missed some underlying tension earlier. 

Lloyd let out a shuddering breath. “He said he wanted to talk to me alone, and all of this wasn’t really convenient, and now I’m supposed to be sleeping instead of training, and…” Lloyd suddenly stopped. 

Kai stood up and walked over to Lloyd’s bed. He sat down on the edge of it and placed his hand gently on his little brother’s arm. “What?” 

“What if he hates me?” Lloyd’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I-I’m an Oni now… I look like one, what if I… What if I can’t control myself? What if I become like Garmadon?” 

Kai swallowed, then squeezed Lloyd’s arm. “He cares about you, Lloyd. He wants you to rest because you didn’t get any sleep,” he tried to reassure him. “He’s not gonna hate you just because you have horns and sharp teeth. You’re his nephew.” 

Lloyd let out a sound that was a mix between a whimper and a sob. “I just wanna be normal again…” 

“I know,” Kai whispered. “I know you do.” 

Kai didn’t remind him that he had never been normal. He was the grandson of a god, the child of an Oni, an Elemental Master, and the Ultimate Spinjitzu Master. His childhood had been ripped away from him, he was destiny’s favorite child… 

The last thing that could be used to describe Lloyd was normal. 

But still Kai sat by him, trying his best to soothe his little brother. He stayed quiet as Lloyd cried out tears that had been held in for too long, rubbed his arm and shoulder to remind Lloyd that he wasn’t alone… 

And when Lloyd’s eyelids finally closed, and his breathing evened out, Kai breathed a sigh of relief. 

“It’s all gonna be okay,” he whispered to his sleeping brother. “I promise. Dragon and Oni or no Dragon and Oni, you’re still our Lloyd.”

[dullgecko]

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 4

Riz is a ghost in his own house because he has the home field advantage.

Without Riz the bad kids lacked a certain level of finesse when it came to infiltration. They knew Riz was inside his apartment, Adaine had used locate creature, but he hadn't answered when they knocked on the door. They even tried ringing his crystal again but it similarly went ignored, which was concerning because they could hear it ringing from inside.

Getting inside to find him was their current hurdle. Riz wasn't stupid enough to leave a key under the doormat and Figs plan to pick the lock with a bobby pin just left the lock broken and full of hair clip parts. It was Fabians patience that cracked first, the fighter rearing back and kicking the door with his full strength. The wood splintering around the door frame and handle as it flew open with considerable force.

"I'll buy a new one." Fabian whispered to his team, as if the noise he just made wouldn't have alerted any enemies inside. The fighter drawing his sword and creeping into the near silent apartment.

Upon entering all they could hear was the hiss of the running shower, the noise cutting off abruptly and followed by the loud creaking and groaning of the apartments water pipes as the flow was stopped. It was dark inside, Fabian reaching for the light switch and clicking it to the on position. Nothing happened so he flicked the switch up and down a few times before giving up and creeping forwards towards the bathroom door in the dark. The lack of light just increasing how eerie everything felt and ramping up their unease.

"The Ball?.... Riz? You in there?" He glanced over his shoulder at his party, most of them clustered around the door or in the kitchen by this point. Kristen and Adaine standing ready with spells just in case something attacked them. When he received no answer from their rogue he placed his hand on the bathroom door and opened it slowly, glad it was unlocked.

The bathroom wasn't very well ventilated so when the door opened all he could see was steam for a few seconds, the fighters eye going wide when the cloud finally cleared and he could see into the tiny bathroom. He was greeted by two things. A completely empty room and the words "IM FINE. GET OUT." written in the fog coating the bathroom mirror.

Fabian whispered a quiet "What the fuck?",eye locked on the mirror as Gorgug crept up behind him to peer inside as well. None of the girls had moved beyond the kitchen yet, just in case Riz was in the bathroom.

"That is... ominous... and concerning." The half-orc had to shift the dirty clothes hamper just outside the bathroom door out of the way with his foot so he could see inside. The message already fading away in front of their eyes as the mirror re-fogged.

He nearly got bowled over backwards when Fabian suddenly jumped, their fighter taking a panicked step backwards and swearing again while looking at something in his free hand. Head turning from side to side as if he was looking for a hidden assailant.

"There's something in there." He hissed out, showing Gorgug a torn scrap of paper that had been pressed into his hand. Messy, smudged letters spelling out 'YOURE IN MY WAY' on one side of the damp paper while the back was covered in words neither of them could understand.

Fabian rolled his shoulders, readying himself to step into the bathroom properly to confront whatever creature was lurking there. Free hand conjuring fairy fire to hopefully reveal whatever was hidden in the darkness.

He didn't get that far though, attention diverted back towards the main door of the apartment by the tell-tale clicking of an arcubus's safety being switched off. If they hadn't all wheeled around to face the door in that second someone would have caught the tufted end of a goblins tail revealed by the fairy fire as it disappeared behind the cracked door of Rizs room.

"Kids? What the fuck did you do to our door?" Sklonda sounded more disappointed than mad, re-engaging the safety on her sidearm as she stepped fully into the apartment. The paper bag from the pharmacy crinkling under her arm as she moved.

"Look I get that you're probably worried about him but did you really need to kick the door in? Fig don't you still have our spare key?" She reholstered her weapon under her coat, rubbing a hand over her face. She really should be used to her sons party's antics by now, but somehow they continued to surprise her in new and disapointing ways.

Fig at least had the good sense to look properly chastised as she dug in her pockets for her house keys, blinking at the fairly large collection and muttering an "oops" under her breath when she found the correct one.

"Sorry. I'll get you a new door. More to he point. The Ball is missing and I think your bathroom is haunted and we may need to rescue him from a mirror demon... again." Fabian rambled, gesturing towards the bathroom with his sword. Ducking his head and sheathing it when the goblin woman gave him a look when she saw him flailing around a weapon that all mothers seemed to be proficient in.

"The bathrooms not haunted it was probably my son. The rogue. Who probably isnt in a mood to talk to anyone right now." Sklonda used a claw to pick some of the bobby pin parts out of the lock of her front door before giving up and stepping inside, moving around a concerned looking Kristen and Adaine so she could get to the kitchen.

"Riz took the day off sick. I called the school to let them know but I'm assuming he was too tired or delirious to let you know himself. He had a pretty bad fever still when I ducked out." She put he packet from the pharmacy down on the kitchen bench, standing on one of the stools they kept there so she could get a glass and some water to disolve the medicine in before heading for Riz's room.

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Riz spent far longer in the shower than he meant to, the heat and steam making him feel a little better. He had zoned out completely leaning against the wall when he heard a loud bang from near his front door. Ears flicking as he turned the water off to better hear what was going on. He couldnt hear much when sick, the illness making his senses muted and fuzzy, but they weren't being particularly quiet.

His friends were here and, more importantly, they were calling for him and headed this way. Riz didn't want to deal with this. He just wanted to lie down in the dark until he felt less dizzy and awful and interacting with other people was very low on his priority list right now.

He stepped out of the shower and shook himself mostly dry. Voice not even a whisper when he tried to call out to tell them not to come in. Riz winced at that, he hadnt realised he'd lost his voice, and there would be no way to stop them coming in because the lock on the door was broken.

He couldn't even throw his dirty clothes back on, the hamper was outside the door because the bathroom was so small and, like an idiot, he'd left his towel in his room after the last time he showered. He had to think fast, which wasn't very easy with a fever trying to cook him from the inside. He wasn't particularly keen on the idea of his friends busting in on him naked (even though there wasn't anything to see, goblin anatomy was mostly internal but Solesians were still weird about them going around sans clothing). The boys wouldnt care but he didnt want to traumatise Adaine, Kristen and Fig who he was sure had also tagged along.

He settled for writing a quick note on the mirror with his finger as he heard someone grab the doorknob, the goblin clicking his fingers in the next second to use one of his rarely used spells to render himself invisible as he tried to also hide himself out of direct line of sight next to the door frame. It was Fabian who ended up opening the door, the fighter fully blocking Riz's escape route and rendering him trapped in the corner. He didn't seem to understand the message though because he didn't exit the bathroom, simply staring in shock at the mirror and whispering something Riz didnt hear as Gorgug peered in over his shoulder.

Well, if he couldnt speak he could at least pass Fabian a message. Riz flicked his tail, looking around the room for something he could use and settling on an eyeliner pencil from his mothers makeup bag beside the sink. He also grabbed part of a torn up shopping list (written in goblin) that was in the little bin nearby, flipping it over so he could write on the blank side with the smudgy pencil before using slight of hand to press it into Fabian hand not clutching his sword. It probably didnt have the best phrasing, but Riz was getting woozy from holding concentration on his spell and the paper didn't have much room to write.

It had the desired effect, though he thought he might have startled the fighter more than anything because he backpedeled away from the door rather quickly. Riz slipping out once there was a big enough gap and heading for his room as Fabian and Gorgug squared up to barge into the bathroom properly. Only the end of his tail getting revealed by Fabians spell as he ducked behind the door to his room and set about making himself presentable.

He heard his mom come home while he was trying to dry off his hair, the rogue having to sit on his bed once he was dressed and dropped the spell because he was feeling bad again. Towel getting left draped over his head as he leaned forwards to put his head between his knees and tried to breath through the room spinning around him.

He didn't look up when someone knocked on his door, his moms voice accompanying the sound of it swinging all the way open as she pushed her way inside.

"Riz honey you okay?"

He ducked his head in a quick nod, before thinking better of it and shaking his head from side to side to change his answer. Ear flicking under the towel as he heard her put something down on his bedside table. Hands touching the top of his head through the towel as she finished drying off his hair for him and took it away so she could check his temperature again.

"Gods you're still burning up. I got your meds if you think you can keep them down."

"Okay." Riz hissed out in a whisper, voice completely absent as he sat up and took a deep breath to try and stop himself from passing out from the movement.

He could see his party standing awkwardly in the living room and kitchen of his apartment from here, Fabian still holding the conjured fairy fire in his non-dominant hand for some reason. Obviously he'd realised something was invisible in the bathroom but why he'd tried to expose Riz was completely beyond him at the moment.

The rogue took the glass of medicine when it was pressed into his hand, face wrinking at the taste as he knocked back the entire glass in one go and handed it back to his mom. With his hands free he threw a quick series of hand signs to Fabian, the fighter relaxing and extingishing his spell once Riz finished signing out their 'i havent been replaced with a freaky mirror demon puppet' code word followed by a quick 'im okay'. His mom ruffling his hair as he pulled himself back into his bed and curled up facing the wall again to sleep some more.

Sklonda shut the door behind her when she exited Riz's room, waving a hand at the shut door.

"There. Alive and... I'm not going to say well he's probably feeling pretty awful." She sighed, glancing over a the font door that the girls had clustered around as they tried to repair it. Adaine using mending on the broken wood as Kristen and Fig hefted it up so the hinges were alligned properly. Gorgug was also standing with them, digging in his backpack for tools as he contemplated pulling the lock apart to remove the broken bobby pins and just fixing it directly with his artificer gear.

Fabian was the only one that hadn't moved from his spot in the middle of her living room, eye fixed on the shut door until Sklonda got his attention by patting him on the thigh. "Look, I know you're all worried but he'll be fine now. You really should head back to school... but I'm not going to kick you out if you want to stick around and wait for him to wake up."

[a-french-coconut]

Will Solace loves Star Wars

Nico has seen a lot of weird things in his life.

It's included in the demigod packaged he received upon birth.

Got upgraded to premium after he spent eighty years in a casino where he met tons and tons of unique people.

But seeing his boyfriend and Cecil Markowitz dressed up in some kind of robes, Will in beige and the son of Hermes in black, facing each other on the top of the lava climbing wall is at least earning third place on the podium.

They circling each other when Cecil starts talking.

"I have brought peace, freedom, justice and security to my new empire !"

What is this doofus talking about ?

"Your new empire ?"

"Don't make me kill you."

Nico frowns. He's used by now to his boyfriend's antics but Cecil is sounding really serious.

"Anakin, my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy !", Will screams at Cecil.

Anakin ?

Who in his father's name is Anakin ?

"If you're not with me, then you are my enemy."

"Only a Sith deals in absolute."

Nico figures it's some kind of pop culture he missed on. He has no idea of what a Sith is.

"I will do what I must."

He boyfriend reaches for something in his robes, face deadly serious and golden curls flying around his face.

"You will try"

At his bewilderment, they both ignite some kind of light sword. Cecil does a backflip Nico had no idea the scrawny little thief could do and he attacks his boyfriend.

Music fills his ears, he sees Austin, Kayla, Yan, Gracie and Jerry playing a somber tune as Will and Cecil clash their sword in a practiced dance, their movements swift and graceful.

He watches, a little awed he'll admit, Will doing a backflip to escape Cecil's attack, the two boys using all the place they have in top of the lava wall.

The combat continues for a while, Nico suffering from a heart attack when Cecil almost chokes Will to death, until the music gets faster and more tense, a chore of voices now joining.

They fucking jump on the lava wall.

It occurs now to Nico that the wall has been modified, flying platforms turning around it, sometimes getting splashed by molten lava.

Will and Cecil continue to fight while they jump platforms to platforms, narrowly dodging droplets of lava.

"I have failed you Anakin, I have failed you," Will says with sadness in his voice, hands tightening around his sword.

"I should have knows the Jedi were planning to take over !"

"Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil !"

"From my point of view the Jedi are evil !"

"Then you are lost !"

Nico has never seen such tension between those two. They facing each other, both with grim determination.

"This is the end for you my master.", Cecil says darkly and jump onto Will's platform.

They exchange blows and parries, the platform getting close enough to the ground for Will to kick out Cecil that lands on the ground.

"It's over Anakin, I have the high ground !"

"You underestimate my power !"

"Don't try it", warns Will.

Cecil jumps from the ground towards Will that swings his sword and hit the son of Hermes's both legs.

Nico has to say he is little disappointed when the legs don't get cut off. He's sure his boyfriend is skilled to reattach them. It can't be more hard than arms.

Cecil crumples on the ground, sliding towards the lava pit while Will looks at him.

"You were the Chosen One ! It was said that you would destroy the Sith not join them ! Bring balance to the Force not leaving it in darkness !"

Will is screaming at Cecil, despair echoing in his voice.

"I HATE YOU !" yells back the son of Hermes as Will leaves him.

His boyfriend turns to Cecil, voice broken :

"You were my brother Anakin. I loved you."

Nico has never seen Will like this. Shoulders dropped, grim face with sadness written on it.

Maybe he isn't acting and Cecil really did something to him.

And he just stood there looking like an idiot while his boyfriend fought his ex best friend.

"Hey Will, everything's alright ?"

At the sound of his voice, Will's entire demeanor changes.

"Hello there !"

His face lightens up, a smile graces his features. Gone is the sad boyfriend he was looking at a second ago. In his place stands his goofy boyfriend in beige robes with what Nico can now see is a plastic tube.

"Yes, hi-"

"Breakup material !", Cecil screams from where he is laying the ground, lopsided unconcerned grin like he wasn't chilling one meter away from a pit of lava.

"Nah don't worry Neeks, this one I can forgive due to your special childhood."

"What on earth are you talking about ?"

"The cinematic masterpiece, the magnificent oeuvre d'art, a cultural revolution-"

"Star Wars. He's talking about Star Wars", Kayla cuts her brother off with an amused smile.

"Yes, that exactly. Star Wars."

"What is Star Wars ?"

Will lets out a long sigh.

"I see I have failed you too young Padawan !"

Kayla stifles a laugh at his expression whereas Cecil has no such survival instinct.

His laugh transforms into screams when skeletons hands erupts from the ground to catch him.

"Neeks we talked about using your underworld powers on Cecil", his boyfriends scolds him slightly.

"He deserves it. Now what is Star Wars ?"

"Come tonight at Apollo Cabin ! It's time for the Star Wars marathon !"

Kayla groans and shoots him a glare.

"Good job Nico ! It's going to be my fifth one ! I can only endure so much !"

"Nonsense ! Of Star Wars getting tired you cannot !".

Kayla notches an arrow and Will bolts out snickering :

"See you later Neeks !"

"Come back here you little green gremlin !"

"Yoda is not a gremlin ! He is a wise Jedi master that lived for hundred of- Kayla no ! You can't shoot your head counsellor !"

Austin and the rest start playing a lively tune as Kayla chases around her older brother.

A night cuddling his boyfriend watching movie seems like a great plan. But for now he'll just appreciate the view of Will running like a headless chicken, robes flowing in the wind.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

HERE WE GO.

Angst time, baby.

@tmntaucompetition @boots-with-the-fur-club @daboyau

CW: Injury, blood

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April's eyes widened when she saw it all happen. The glowing golden chains that ignited, the room turning into a tornado, the ground cracking and breaking as if an earthquake would devour them, the crevices and miniature canyons that formed - also glowing gold - erupting and spewing what she could only assume was something like mystic magma. It was as if every natural disaster was happening at once.

"Is he trying to kill us?!" April shouted. She'd meant it as a figure of speech, an exaggeration. She didn't yet realize how right she really was.

"Get to the other side!" Karai yelled over the roaring wind. "We'll try to surround him!"

The two girls started circling the tiny warrior, who kept his hands held out as long golden cracks started to form from his fingertips, slowly but surely. Flakes of light peeled off of him and danced away. He felt nothing. He said nothing. His stone cold expression was chiseled into his face like the statues from his namesake. The chains circled around him, rings of fire that lashed out at whoever came near. The hand had long since been dropped, and it scuttled away into the dark room Mikey had broken into before.

Karai lunged at him, shouting a war cry. Mikey's head snapped towards her. A series of chains shot at her, coming in so fast they would pierce her flesh straight through if they got a direct hit. But Karai never let that happen. Instantly, her hands burst into green flames, the shapes of swords that covered her fists and forearms down to the elbow. She slashed, shattering the first chain into pieces. She swung again, twirling for momentum and thrashing relentlessly, turning each chain into shards, destroying every link. Mikey's eye twitched, he growled at her. He thrust both hands towards her, she danced and dipped and dodged every advance. Mikey waved his hand and an army of chains came towards her as the ground underneath her broke into two pieces, causing her to lose her balance. One chain was too fast for her and it struck her in the arm, cutting her sleeve and slicing her tricep. Blood spurted, and she cried out in pain. The other chains made their advance, wrapping around her legs and stomach and neck, pulling tight and suspending her in midair as she began to choke. She clawed at the chains, straining to pull them away and let air back into her throat.

"Michelangelo... Mikey... this isn't you!"

Mikey closed his fist.

The chains drew tight, cutting off her airways completely so that she couldn't even speak. She gasped and coughed, fighting for her life as the burning mystic energy sizzled against her skin.

Mikey grinned maliciously. He couldn't see who he was choking the life out of. But honestly... he really didn't care at this juncture.

"APRIIIIIIILLLL O'NEIIIIIIILLLLLL!!!!"

Mikey didn't even have time to turn around and see the banshee screaming girl who teleported on top of him. With his mystic chains focused on Karai, he'd left himself all but defenseless. April wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him in a choke-hold and hoping to get him to pass out.

"Snap! Out! Of! It! Don't make me kick your mystic butt!"

Mikey screamed with fury and threw his elbows back. One hit her in the stomach, the other smashing her in the face, breaking her glasses and colliding into her nose with an audible CRACK!

April went flying. She hadn't taken into account the differences between her Mikey and this Mikey. Her Mikey was 70lbs soaking wet with almost no muscle mass and not at all the kind to pull a move like that, whereas this one was INCREDIBLY STRONG and TWO YEARS OLDER with MUCH MORE FIGHTING EXPERIENCE.

Karai had managed to get herself free during this time, and as soon as April was incapacitated, she lunged again. Mikey saw her coming, and reached out a hand. His chains wrapped around his gram-gram and bound her arms to her sides.

"Mikey! Stop this! It's not real, none of this is real!! You're stronger than this!"

Mikey's expression slowly fell. His eyes were lost, glazed over in gold and amber. His barred teeth, his snarl softened and calmed. He no longer looked angry. He looked... devoid of all feeling.

"I know I am," he responded, his eyes slowly turning from gold to that horrible shade of sickening electric blue. "Let me show you how much stronger THAN YOU I am."

Mikey's chains changed colour. The cracks in his hands - which had now reached his elbows - changed too. The deep glow and burning from the ground followed suit. The magic sparkles in the air. The whole world seemed to follow the cue, and everything went blue.

Karai was brought close to her "grandson", who gently raised his hand, opened his palm, and blew. Instead of the flakes that came from his disintegrating hands, there came the spores.

Karai, not realizing what this Mikey was now capable of until it was too late, didn't get a chance to hold her breath.

Mikey flung her into the wall, Karai's head smacking into the drywall. Stars floated overhead as her vision was filled with black spots. Once the ringing in her ears quieted, she slowly got back up.

She was not in the same place she had been before.

Karai knew these green skies, the tentacle plants that sprouted all around, the debris and the enormous glowing orb chained to the spot in front of her. But the lock was broken, her sword in her hand, and her father slowly creeping towards her.

Each footstep made a horrid clank, klink, clunking sound as a mechanical laugh echoed throughout the Twilight Realm.

"No... No... this isn't real. I know this isn't real. I shan't be afraid of a bad dream..."

"Is that what you think of me, my daughter?"

That voice... it wasn't the Shredder's. It was Oroku Saki. It was her beloved father. His voice was broken, choked up as he tried to escape from the steel that kept him prisoner.

"F...Father?"

"Please, my dear," he begged, forcing his hand through the chestplate, desperately attempting to free himself. "Please... do not give up on me! I know I've made mistakes, but I am still in here! It is not me that does these things, but the armor! I'm trapped! A prisoner!"

"F-Father... I'm coming, Father, I--" Karai froze. "No... no, it... it isn't real. You're not him."

"Why do you condemn me to eternal torment? Why do you leave me in this godforsaken place, why do you personally deliver my execution? I love you, I did all this for you! Please, do not leave me here to suffer... I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you, I know I have done so much to hurt you... I... perhaps I do deserve to stay here. But not by your hand, you don't deserve to be stuck in this hellscape with me. Flee, now, while you can!"

"Stop," Karai begged, tears streaming down her face. "Stop using his voice. Stop showing his face. I did what I had to, he was going to--"

"I was going to kill your family," Oroku finished. "I remember that... I remember setting the villages ablaze. I remember tearing their houses down... and... I remember your face," he wept, reaching to her as he finally stepped out of the armor, "I remember the look you gave me when you saw what I had become. Worse than the Foot Clan, worse than the marauders that drove me to this, worse than the oni that I made the deal with... worse than all of it. I truly am a monster, the look you gave me let me see it all... it was nothing like how you used to look at me..."

"Stop it, please," she begged, falling to her knees, her strength slowly giving out. She wished she could fight this, as she had told April to fight before... why was it so hard now?

"I remember how you used to smile when I entered a room. How you laughed and giggled when I would pick you up and spin you around. How you only ever cried at night, when you were awoken from a nightmare, but I was always there to comfort you. Now... I'm the nightmare, aren't I? Have I... have I lost you, my dear one?" he asked, his eyes blurring over with saltwater as he finally reached her, kneeling down beside her and wiping away her own tears.

"Īe, otōsan, anata wa watashi o ushinatta wakede wa arimasen. No, father, you have not lost me." She looked up at him, reaching for him, for his embrace. "I still love you. I still miss you. I will never stop fighting for you..."

He smiled so brightly, opened his arms to hold her close again.

The armor reacted, its claws extending and reaching forwards to grab him, screaming and begging for his daughter to save him as he was pulled back into his demonic prison, forced back into the armor.

"NO!" Karai screamed, jumping up. She just got him back, she couldn't lose him again!!

Karai leapt forwards, summoning daggers of green fire and throwing them all at the metal monster.

"Release him!"

"You'll have to destroy me," the Shredder growled low. "That is what the fates have cast for us, daughter. Either you will die by my hands, or you must kill your father. I shall not give him up."

"Neither shall I!" she screamed, jumping into the air to fight the Shredder, her father weeping inside as he begged her to save him or else save herself.

The Shredder pounded his fists against the cracking ground, the portion he was on getting lifted into the air as the rest broke away, sonic waves like giant ripples throwing Karai off balance and pushing her back again. She couldn't get close to him... she couldn't save him...

She looked back up in desperation, hoping she could find some way to defeat him. The Shredder held his hands out, summoning chains of mystic blue and fire and... wait a minute...

This wasn't her father in the armor anymore.

It was Mikey.

The Dark Armor slowly faded into golden dust, revealing a new bearer of the mystic armor as she watched the alternate version of her great(x14) grandson become the thing she'd sworn to stop at all costs. His chest coated in metal, his head covered by the wicked headpiece, his hands wrapped in long gauntlets with claws, silhouetted by an amber cape that billowed and whipped in the whirlwind around them. The cracks had made their way up to his shoulders now, his hands completely engulfed in the glow as he continued to destroy himself. He was a dark mystic warrior... the next Shredder.

Whether by luck or the work of the spores to further ignite her fear and devastation, Karai happened to glance behind him. Into the room he'd broken into, where Leo was meant to be kept. And she saw him, the blue ninja, sitting slumped on the floor, eyes open but unfocused, glowing a vibrant blue. Against the blue glow, she saw dark vines and roots wrapped around him, circling his neck and chest and arms, keeping him in place. What was holding him? She couldn't tell from this distance, from the darkness of the room contrasted by the furious flames in this hall now. But the door was open, and the room was solid and hidden and it kept prisoner all who entered.

Karai knew what she had to do. And she hated that this was the only solution, the same one she'd come to many generations ago...

"April!!" she shouted loudly.

...

April slowly came to. Her head ached, there was a long bloody streak pouring from her nostrils. She gradually forced herself up, her arms shaking and straining. Her head felt like it weighed a hundred thousand pounds...

She vaguely registered someone calling her name. But there was so much wind and wildfire and crackling of lightning...

"APRIL!"

That got her attention. She snapped her neck so quickly that it audibly cracked, the muscles shooting pain up and down her nape. Karai was yelling at her, trying to explain something.

"April! Go find the others!"

"What?!"

"Go get the others! The other Raphael and Donatello, and go find our family! Get the others, it's up to you! I have to stop this!"

"But how? What are you going to do?!"

"There's no time!! GO! HURRY!!"

Karai ran back a few feet and knelt down, preparing to leap one more time. Underneath the soles of her feet, green ninpo activated - fire like from a jet engine exploded, causing her to take flight and shoot towards Michelangelo.

"KARAI!!!" April screamed, realizing too late what her plan was. "NO!!"

He didn't even have time to summon a chain.

She crashed into his chest, knocking the wind right out of him. Karai immediately wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tight, even twisting the back of his sash around her wrist - so that they were tied together, no chance for escape.

Karai blasted off with the young adolescent, flying the two of them into the room with Leo. April watched as the chains followed their master, getting sucked in with him and the last Hamato martyr, all the devastation ceasing in the process. At the last second, April managed to catch sight of Leo, who "watched" it all with sad and sleepy eyes, held in place by a... what was that...?

April was closer to the door than Karai had been, she could see it much clearer than her.

And inside... she saw Leo, held down by the clutches of a terrifyingly large mushroom. It was three - no, FIVE times his size, with a giant glowing eyeball in the center that stared at her menacingly.

Karai and Mikey disappeared into the abyss, the door promptly slamming shut and locking behind them, claiming two more prisoners.

And April was left alone.

KKkkkrrrsssshhh-- "Clean up in hall 221B, Bakers district, please."

April stared at the devastation left behind by the other Mikey. She shakily got to her feet, blood and sweat and tears dripping from her face as she sluggishly came to the realization that it had been a trap right from the start. Finding the hand so easily, getting into the hive mind, her vision leading them to Leo and straight into this ambush.

And now... the hand and the mushrooms had Karai and the alt. Mikey. She... she didn't know what to do now.

She had to find the others, and fast.

[luimagines]

Take the Potion

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They asked for stubborn Links in which they refused to take the health potion.

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Wild

“Wild.” You approached the young man steadily, as one would a cornered wild animal. “Care to explain what happened?”

He gives you a tired, almost angered look. “I was up a tree.”

“Yes?”

“I got the eggs to make breakfast.”

“...And?”

“I fell.”

You have to bite your lip. His clipped answers were new. Granted, he wasn’t exactly one of the more talkative of the bunch, but he was never this snippy. “And then what happened?”

“I broke my arm.” He glares at the space just around you. You think he’s frustrated with himself. And while that may be true- it’s not a far off guess to say that he was also genuinely annoyed that you’re asking him of this.

You can’t help it. You snort and sit next to him. “Did you tell anyone about it?”

He looks away, poking the dropped arm with a neutral expression. He doesn’t want to show how much pain it’s in. Or he has high pain tolerance. It could go either way with this one. At least it doesn’t look broken. So he either put it back into place himself (also not surprising) or it’s not that bad.

You hold out the potion. “I have something for you.”

“Don’t need it.”

You scoff. “Don’t be stupid. What if one of the guys punched your arm?... Or we get attacked? How are you going to explain that not only can you not use your sword but you’re out of luck with your bow as well?”

Wild doesn’t answer for a moment. Instead he chooses to look away from you. Out of sight out of mind, right?

You sigh and shift around him, reaching around to shake the bottle in his peripheral vision. “Don’t make me tell Time-”

Wild snags the bottle and uncorks it with his teeth. “This stays between us. Not a word to the others, understand?”

You grin, feeling satisfied and happy with the results. “Of course, Link. Anything you say”

Legend

At first there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the Hero of Legend. He was walking normally and rough housing and bantering as he normally would have. But then he started walking slower. Not a big deal. No one thought much of it, they just passed him, thinking he couldn’t fall so far behind. Then he started walking with a limp.

Then you noticed the steadily growing blood stain just under his boot-

“Link, stop right there.” You command.

Legend- and Time unfortunately, stop dead in their tracks. Both of them turn to look with confusion in their eyes. Legend’s is mildly laced with irritation until he sees that you’re looking directly at him- and you don’t look pleased. His looks softens into something a little more sheepish after that.

Time looks between you both and promptly backs out of it. Every man for himself.

You march up to Legend and point to the injury. “How long were you planning on hiding that?”

“Pssh...” He waves you off. ”It’s nothing.”

“You’re limping.”

“Well it itches.”

You smack the side of this head. “Idiot. You’re not superhuman.”

“I’m fine.” Legend moves away from you and begins to walk with the rest of the group.

You grab him before he can leave and hold him while you search through your bag with your other hand.

“Come on, this isn’t necessary-”

“Here.” You all but push Legend away with the strength you chive the potion into his chest. “Drink it or so help me, I will make you.”

“Alright, alright, by the three-...” Legend takes the bottle with more dramatic flare than you think is called for. “If it will get you to calm down.”

He opens it and takes a small sip. “It’s not like we have a lot of these, you know-”

“Just drink it.” You cross your arms.

Legend pauses again before taking another sip. “...What? Are you just going to watch me finish it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not that bad!”

“I beg to differ.”

Warrior

“I’m fine.” Warrior groans, pushing you to the side. Granted, he’s not rough with it. He can’t afford to be. An arrow has been fully logged into his forearm from the inside and it’s been hard to put any pressure on it.

You’re not impressed.

“Ok, so tell me why is there blood on your shirt then?” You point to it with your free hand. Your other hand still has the health potion extended towards him and you’re not ending this until he takes it from you and drinks it.

“Well It’s not mine.”

“Monsters don’t have red blood.”

“It’s not monster blood then.”

You growl, shoving the potion towards him again. “Don’t make me do something drastic, hero.”

The word stings your tongue and Warrior flinches. The way he had gotten injured to begin with was nothing short of a hero complex. He had bitten off than he could chew and his impulsive and brash nature had gotten the best of him this time around

“It was an accident.”

“I know. That doesn’t change this.” You glare.

To be completely honest, you're more upset about the injury than the man in front of you, but he doesn’t need to know that just yet. You shake the bottle to emphasize it. Warrior glances away like a petulant child.

“You’re full of it.”

“I am not!” He snaps back snagging the potion before he registers what he did. He did it with the wrong hand.

Warrior grimaces with a pained cry and drops the bottle. You catch it and uncork it before he can change his mind.

With a shake of your head, you hold it out again. “Believe me now?”

Warrior whines. Your heart and attitude softens a bit at the sound. Maybe you’re being a bit brash yourself. “Here.” You tilt his head towards you with two fingers. “Open.”

Warrior does as you say even if he closes his eyes. He drinks the potion and relaxes. The magic does its work and you both calm down. “Thank you.”

Time

“Are you ok, Old Man?” You had asked him. He seemed to be breathing a little heavily even if there didn’t seem to be anything too bad going on with him. But he did get hit in the fight. He got hit hard enough that the wind was knocked out of him. He had to be dragged out of the fight so he could catch his breath.

“I’m fine.” He grunts.

“You don’t look fine.” You press. It could have gotten worse. “Is it the hit?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Time-”

“Listen-”

“Link.” You glare. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad at all.” He meets you head on.

You reach out and poke his side.

Time reacts as if you’ve burned him and he hardly manages to kill the pained cry that leaves him from the contact. You pull your hand back slowly with wide eyes. You hardly touched him. But you could feel it. His ribs are broken.

“You really are getting old.” You smile awkwardly. It was supposed to be a joke but it falls flat. “Um… Here. Hold on.”

You bend down, taking your bag out in front of you so that you can look through it. “I might have something left over.”

“I’m not going to take your-”

“Found it!” You cry out happily. You take out the health potion and hold it out to him. “Here. This should help.”

Time’s look softens but he puts his hand over yours, pushing it down. “Keep it. You need it more.”

You give him a deadpanned look. It’s such a striking contrast from the moment before that it startles a laugh out of Time. “Which one of us is hurt here, me or you?”

Time sighs. It dissolves into an impromptu staring contest. A test of wills.

You push it forward again.

“Alright, fine.” Time grimaces and takes the bottle. He uncorks it and takes a generous swig of it before he looks you in the eyes again. “Thank you.”

You grin, albeit weakly. “It must be worse than I thought. You didn‘t put up much of a fight.” 

“Hush.”

Wind

“I don’t want to drink it!”

You frown, holding the health potion in your hand. “Wind, don’t be ridiculous. You have to or it’s going to get worse.”

He turns his violently to the side. A hand comes up to knock the bottle away “I won’t drink it. I’m tired of that stuff. It tastes disgusting.” 

“Don’t be such a baby.” You frown, pushing his hand away from yours. You push the healing potion towards him again. “Just drink it fast and don’t let it touch your tongue. That’s how I do it.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Well you don’t see me complaining do you.” You challenge him. “So stop whining.”

“I’m not doing it.” Wind meets you head on. He’s glaring.

You stare back for a solid ten seconds before you yell out, “Time, you were asking about who was the one who dropped all the fish food in the lake earlier?”

Time turns his head as Wind pales. Wind reaches out to cover your mouth with both of his hands. Wind turns his hand to the leader. “They’re lying.”

Time just raises an eyebrow. “Are they now?”

“Yes.” Growling, Wind snatches the bottle from your hands. “You play dirty.”

“You’re the literal pirate.” You stick your tongue out at the boy. Wind uncorked the bottle with little difficulty. He stares at it for a long period of time. He’s clearly hyping himself up to drink the contents within. You wait and wait. You turn to Time. “Wind just so happened to-”

“Shut up!” Wind kicks your shin, throwing the health potion back like a shot.

You laugh at the way he seems to shiver from the liquid going down his throat. He coughs and gags. You take the bottle back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was awful.”

“Are you done complaining?” You raise an eyebrow, getting comfortable in the spot next to him.

Wind looks to you with an unimpressed expression. “I’m never doing that again.”

“You said that last time.”

“Well I mean it this time.”

Hyrule

“Come on- just one sip.” You plead. The bottle full of liquid sloshes around with your movement.

Hyrule shakes his head, only for it to flop. “Dun… need it.”

“I beg to differ.” Your voice drops, entering the gravely portion that you try to avoid. It’s a voice that shouldn’t belong to you and it catches his attention.

“Go drink… some water…” Hyrule raises his arm to point- but he can’t bring himself to point and he only gestures to the rock wall beside you. The hit to his head was incredibly bad but he’s not in a state to either be cooperative or forced to take the potion.

“Link, honey, this is for you.” You try a different approach and put the bottle in his hand.

“What issssss……it..” He lifts it the best he can but you can see him struggle to get his vision in order.

“Water.” You grin tightly. You uncorked the bottle. “Here. This will help you feel better. But you have to drink all of it, ok? Otherwise it won’t work.”

Hyrule hums and brings the bottle to his lips. You press the top of your fingertips to the bottom of the bottle and tilt it slowly as he drinks it. His eyebrows furrow when he registers the texture and taste of the potion but you tilt it a bit more. He has to drink more of it to keep up with the inertia of the liquid.

He coughs and you pull it away.

The light returns to his eyes for a moment to glare at you. “Rude.”

“Better?” You press the bottle to him again.

He looks away for a moment, still upset before he sighs. He takes the bottle from you and admits defeat. “...Yes.”

You sag. “You’re as stubborn as a mule, Link.”

Twilight

Twilight grunted as he pushed himself up against the wall of the dungeon. Admittedly, it was not his best performance but he got the job done. 

There was a deep wound in his side. The blade of the monster had cut him deeper than he wanted to admit. He was thankful that he wore as many layers as he did.

Twilight took a breath. He calmed down. All he had to do now was wait for someone to come get him and they would be able to call it a day. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He could hardly feel it if he had to be honest with himself.

That’s it, he decides. He’s going to just keep going. He’s fine. He doesn’t need to have anyone else wait on him.

“Hello hello?” You call down the hallway, trepidatious and nervous.

Twilight relaxes. He’s happy to see you. “Hey there, yourself.”

You also seem to relax at the sight of him, but then your eyes dip down. “....Link…”

Uh-oh. You said the name. His name.

Twilight suddenly gets a tad sheepish. “Yes?”

“What… happened to you?” Your jaw drops and you instantly drop to your knee, taking your bag out from behind you.

“Oh, this?” Twilight takes his arm off of it. It’s all red. “It’s nothing.”

“Link.” You stress, taking out a potion. “Why are you like this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Twilight pushes forward. He may trip, but he blames it on the rocks on the floor and not the blood loss.

You are undeterred. In fact, you deadpan. “Link Ordon.”

“Not the full name.” Twilight whines.

“Take the potion.” You glare. You shove the potion towards his chest.

Twilight takes note of your furrowed brow and your pout. It’s your serious face. Part of him knows that this isn’t to be trifled with. ..But you’re so cute.

He sighs, trying to make it seem more of an effort than it really is and takes the potion out of your hand. “If I take this, will you stop pouting?”

“I’m not pouting!”

Twilight smirks, uncorking the bottle. “Uh-huh.”

Sky

Gasps and hisses were the only things to fill the air during the quiet night’s watch.

“What on earth are you doing?” You hiss back. “You’re going to wake someone else up and they’re going to think that you’re doing something inappropriate.” 

Sky just grunts in reply and you stand- almost afraid to see what he was really up to. You run your hands through your hair and begin to close the distance. “Don’t expect me to cover for you when Time or Wind- oh by the golden three-”

He’s trying to put a bandage around his forearm. You don’t know but it’s bleeding profusely and Sky has the bandage in his mouth to try and keep it tight enough to wrap it around.

Your stomach drops for a moment and you have to turn your head to keep the contents within yourself. “I’m not going to ask.” You say instead. “But give me one second…”

You turn and make it back to your bed roll. You fall to your knees and take out your pack. It’s dark and your back is against the firelight so it’s hard to see. You have to fiddle around for a moment before you manage to take out what you were looking for.

You make your way back and drop the bottle unceremoniously on Sky’s lap. “Drink that.”

Sky drops the bandage from his mouth and looks up to you. “Thanks, but you should save that for an emergency.”

“You’re hurting.” You deadpan, not willing to deal with this during the witching hour. “Enough so that it woke me up. Just take it. I’ll get more.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Sky argues, holding your potion out to you. “Keep it.”

You frown, taking the bottle and bashing it over his head. The glass shatters and the potion seeps into his body anyway- healing the hit and the cut simultaneously.

Sky freezes as the glass rains down his face and body.

“Retail taught me that one.” You say and move to go back to bed. Stubborn man. You’re not going to play those games.

Four

“How did you manage this?” You frown, putting your hands on your hips.

Four winces and slowly laying backwards against the stone floor. “I have no idea but it certainly wasn’t my greatest moment.”

“I’ll say.” You take the potion on reflex and sit down next to him. “Come on, drink up. I’m not going to carry you out of here.”

“Nah.” He doesn’t even look at you. “Save it. Just give me a moment and then we’ll be on our way.”

“And if you’re bleeding internally?” You raise an eyebrow.

Four doesn’t react. “My blood is all on the inside anyway, that’s where it’s supposed to be.”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow.”

“Drink the potion.” You press, putting a hand on his chest. His breath leaves him with a wheeze and he has to push you off.

“That’s where I got hit!” He croaks, trying to get his breath back. “Don’t just touch it!.”

You poke it again. “I would hurt less if you drank the potion.”

Four grunts, sending you one of the nastiest glares you’ve ever received from the young man.

You shake the potion in front of his face.

Four growls and takes the potion. He has to force himself to sit up again and it’s clear he struggles to make it all the way. You push him up as gently as you can. Four puts his attention into opening the blasted bottle while you hold him steady.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” He complains as he takes a sip.

“You love me.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t put up with half of the things I do if you didn’t.”

“Lucky you. And lucky me.” He takes another sip, a bigger one this time. You don’t dignify that with a response.

[secret-fungi]

Anger Management

Book: Astrea's Broken Heart

Paring: Cassiel/Audrey

Word count: 2224

Rating: T

Warning: swords, sexual flirting, violence as a means to vent anger, (only trees and training dummies were hurt) mentions of physical harm, mentions of blood

It was a rather slow day, and when he found her she was sitting on the small stone bench with her head in her hands. Her hair looked as if in a moment of frustration she had punished it by balling it up on the top of her head. He noticed she did that, whenever she was frustrated she would reach to get her hair out of her face. She looked like she would rather be left alone, and if she came here she must’ve, but with a snapping of a twig she wiped her eyes. “What is with you fucking people and spying?” She asked, turning to face him. “I didn’t mean to…” “I know your spot.” she said, waving her hand in a motion that seemed to wave away a pest. “Get used to sharing.” she muttered 

He watched her for a moment, everything in her seemed as if she was maybe one ill-placed comment away from stabbing someone, her posture, her expression, the tone of her voice all of it he had come to know that this meant someone’s death. 

“Do you need to be alone?” he asked, “Sit.” she said shortly. 

Somehow, he felt like he was being scolded but he couldn’t remember what he did, but still he came and sat beside the woman. She stayed quiet, not looking towards him or attempting to make conversation and for some unknowable reason he missed it. Three assignments and she had already gone quiet, her brows furrowed and her lips pressed into a displeased line as she glared at a tree in front of them, and for a moment he took in the crime scene before them; a stick on the ground next to it and a decent chunk of bark missing from it, the scuffs on her palms and her foul mood. 

And he smiled, faintly, unnoticed by the woman beside him.  “What happened?” he asked. She looked at him as if he was the stupidest person known to man, and her next victim. “Nothing.” she said. For a moment he was silent, only raising a brow at her in question and in return she raised her own, a response not worth repeating. 

“Did David do something?” he asked. She let out an annoyed huff and it was clear to him that she wouldn’t talk to him. Everyone that came here came with troubles they rather not remember, troubles they cut into short sentences devoid of any emotion because if you allowed even one word to betray the facade you would fall into a despair you couldn’t return from, as if you made it so by admitting your feelings on it. Everyone here did that, and everyone here only gave the facade of openness, but even with all her efforts It didn’t take much to guess that she didn’t want to be here, no matter what she said it was clear that when given the chance she would leave, and so with all this in mind it was easy to guess that whatever trouble that lead her here it had gotten worse.

He watched as she let out a breath and for whatever reason he didn’t want her to be so overcome by her troubles that she became like them. “Do you want to use a sword?” he asked and at this she looked at him for the first time, her brows raised high and her eyes wide in surprise. “It helps blow off steam when I'm angry.” he explained, and as he did a slow smile crept across her lips before she nodded. “You trust me not to stab myself?” she asked “I’ll be there, I can show you a few things.” “I would love to.” she said.

He rose to his feet without another word and started on without checking to see if she followed, but he slowed his pace when he heard her stop footsteps behind him so that she could catch up.  

They didn’t say a word as he led her to the training grounds, but he noticed she took care to notice the scenery and how to get here, and when they reached the clearing he looked at the rack the back to her and handed her a fairly light, short sword. 

For a moment she held it in her hand, getting used to the weight before she took a few practice swings. “Aren’t you going to correct my stance?” she asked, wordlessly, he walked towards her and pushed her legs apart with his foot, then he moved her hands apart at the hilt before he grabbed his own sword and started to show her the movements. 

And for a moment she watched him so intensely he could feel the heat against his back but then he heard her strike the dummy, and once she started she didn’t stop, she kept attacking it with all her force. “I can see why you do this.” she said breathlessly. He gave a small smile. “You keep this up and you might be able to get that unfortunate tree that pissed you off.” he teased. “You think?” she asked with a soft smile that felt like spring's first breath. With each swing of her sword he watched her mood brighten, with each strike she seemed lighter, until she had returned to herself again, and so then they had the pattern once again for her to wait and watch him before repeating his movements. 

And maybe he struck his target with a touch more flair than usual, and when he turned back she wasn’t bothering so much to pretend that she was looking at him just to copy him, a small, greedy little smirk on her lips as she watched him. 

“Are you paying attention?” he asked, “Definitely.” she replied. “Do you have any other thoughts?” he grumbled. 

she waited till he turned to reply “Not when i'm with you.” she said with a grin. He rolled his eyes and grumbled “Unreal.” “You’re showing off again and now you’re complaining I’m enjoying the show.” she said “I’m not showing off, it’s not my fault you suck.” he replied “Who uses a sword anymore?” she dismissed as if he was the strange one, and to her he was. 

“Stop being lazy and do it.” he instructed. “How am I even supposed to do that?” she asked. With an exasperated look he started to walk her through the movements, only for her to jump up and grab hold of him, she had gone pale and her eyes had grown wide and the last time she looked like that she had fainted. “What?” he asked, grabbing hold of her arms to keep her steady. 

“Don’t you feel that?” she asked “what?” He asked, “Your arm is hurt.” “Oh, yeah.” he said looking at the dark spot that had formed on his shirt sleeve.

“You did all that when you knew you were bleeding?” she asked, as if he was insane. He only shook his head, surprised at the worry that seemed to etch into her features. “You’d make trouble if i didn’t.” he said with a smirk. 

“Well you could have said you needed tending to, i would’ve waited to start causing trouble until after you were all fixed up.” she replied so surely that it felt rather strange. “It’s nothing big, it just reopened,” he explained.

 “Is there a kit out here?” she asked as she tied a strip of fabric around his arm. “no.” “closest ones should be?” “There's one in every room or the manor.” he said, neglecting to mention that these were all newly placed kits that were placed when he saw how accident prone the woman was.

“Can you walk?” He arched a brow at her. “What? like you’ll carry me?” he asked sarcastically, “You think i can’t?” she asked, reaching to steady him as they started their walk to the manor. “No.” he replied with a scoff. “I can, I'll carry you in like a princess, I'm very strong.” “sure.” he replied, rolling his eyes.

But still, as they made their way to the manor she kept her eyes on him, her hands hovering behind him as if ready to catch him. 

With every movement he made he could feel her keen eyes following him. He was sure she wouldn’t take no for an answer when it came to seeing him fixed up, and with a sigh he silently relented before they even got to the steps. 

When they did get to the manor she looked at the kit he had handed her with a surprised smile. “Okay take it off.” she said. He arched his brow but did as told, she was careful, gently taking off his bandages before she looked at his cut, her hand on his wrist and the other on his arm.

“This kit doesn’t have what you need.” she said “Just wrap it up it’ll be fine.” he said, and once again she looked at him in horror. “God no. You’ll get infected.” she said, pulling him away. 

The walk to her room was short, as it seemed she had already found the shortcuts, and though he gave her a knowing glance and she offered an innocent smile in return, neither one of them said anything about it.

She hadn’t made herself at home here, everything as it was before, and without a word he sat on the chair she gestured to before going into the adjoining bathroom. Her kit was much larger than the ones around, and from it she pulled gauze and wraps and all sorts of unnecessary items.

“You think I need stitches?” he asked, watching as the woman set the box beside her. “It’s deep, won’t close on its own with you favoring it.” she replied as she wiped his arm down with an alcohol wipe. He raised his brows but she didn’t say a word.

He watched her long, graceful fingers thread the needle. “Do you need something to squeeze?” she asked, “I’m not a child.” “Well, if you need to hold something.” She handed him a teddy bear, a frown embroidered into its fuzzy face. He looked at it skeptically for a moment and after a beat she informed him with a smile you can hear: “His name is Cas.” “It is not.” he replied “it is, look at his foot.” she said 

Sure enough on his foot the grumpy looking bear’s name was Cas. “I saw it when I went out and saw an uncanny resemblance.” she explained “So you took it to bed?” he asked, arching a brow at the woman, but she didn’t seem to notice his joke, her gaze trained on his arm as her fingers worked on stitching him up. 

“Did they teach you this in school?” He asked, “no.” “I thought you were a doctor?” He asked with a smirk and an arch of his brow. truthfully he wished to cheer her up, she looked rather disturbed by his wound and the thought that she worried about him made him uncomfortable. 

“not that kind of doctor.” “Did you ever want to be a real one?” he asked and for a moment she paused. He expected something snarky on the tip of her tongue, it was force of habit to go tit for tat with each other, but instead of that her brows pitched together as she worried her lip, trying her best not to hurt him with her gentle movements. “Why do you always want to argue? Just sit and be taken care of.” she demanded suddenly. Then after a while she must’ve felt a bit bad for her tone because after a moment she replied to his question. 

“I had my heart set on the not real kinda doctor.” she teased with a slight smile upon her lips. “I didn’t mean it like that.” he said “You did.” She said with no real anger, He opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t bring himself to, instead he watched her every movement silently. 

He couldn’t feel her moments, and he realized she must’ve given him something for the pain.

And the thought made him laugh just a little, and without looking up from her work she asked “did you lose that much blood that it affected your head?” “My heads fine.” “if you say so.” she replied easily. 

Finally, she cut the thread and started to wrap his arm, and that’s when she met his gaze with this look on her face that just told him she was trying to figure him out, she had seen something in him and was sure it was gospel he knew it, so before she could ask whatever question she was going to ask he interrupted her. “Don’t do that.” 

“Look at you?” she asked in surprise “that's not what you’re doing, You’re analyzing me.” he said at this she smiled as if very amused. “Why would I do that?” she asked calmly “to see how you can fix me.” at this she nodded as if reasoning with the unreasonable. “I won’t try and fix you if it makes you uncomfortable.” she promised with an amused little smile. “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” he assured “okay.” came her bemused reply as she tied the bandage, finishing it off with a little bow.