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charliehoennam · 9 months ago

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from cramps to comfort

a/n: my bestie @harmonity-vibes has been having a bit of a tough day and i just wanted to make something nice for her. luv u, hon 💗

pairing: tommy cahill x f!reader

summary: you're on your period, everything sucks so tommy makes it his mission to help you feel better

warnings: mentions of blood, period, fluff, language, not proof-read

Getting off of work is the only thing you've been looking forward to the entire day. All you can think about is getting home and stewing yourself in a nice, hot bath to relief the aching cramps you’ve been feeling.

The day started off terribly wrong right off the bat. You had felt the cramps settling in the previous day and you even set a pad to try and prevent any accidents, but that was a total failure.

You woke up to the large red stain on your bedsheets and you just knew it was going to be one of those days.

As if the staining paranoia and the gut-twisting cramps weren’t enough to make you constantly uncomfortable, you also struggled to deal with your stupid fucking hormones.

Everything and everyone have been annoying or frustrating you for the past couple days. You hate that you feel like ripping everyone’s heads off and having their spleen for dessert. It’s not their fault; you’ve even managed to piss yourself off to the brink of tears. You just can’t help it.

You had no choice, but to brace yourself for the day. You thought about calling in sick, but you figured you could suck it up and face the day. It’d be over quickly and there was so much that you had to do.

After a hot shower to clean yourself up, you got dressed and took your phone from its charger by your nightstand in your rush to catch up with the clock.

Seeing Tommy’s name on the screen almost makes you forget about the pain.

“Morning, beautiful 🥰 Feeling better? Hoped we could have dinner together tonight?”

You read his message, but you have no time to write back. You’re running late thanks to your alarm and mother nature, so you scramble through your apartment to grab everything you could need.

The minute you lock your door, your phone starts buzzing. You lift it up to see who’s calling you and see your boyfriend’s face smiling back at you.

“Hey, Tommy”

“Morning, baby. You missed your alarm again?”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to set it last night. I really passed out, I was so tired.”

He can hear your footsteps going down the stairs as you make your way to the front entrance.

“Are you feeling any better though? You said you were feeling icky yesterday.”

“And now I know why. I got my period.”

“Oh, damn. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault, babe. Just Mother Nature being a bitch.”

“Is there anything I can d-“

“Fucking son of a bitch” you grumble as you push the stuck door to open. “Door never works. Sorry, babe. What did you say?”

“I asked if there’s anything I can do?”

“No, Tommy” you say holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you fish for your bus pass in your bag. “Fuck!” you groan. “Why can’t anything go right today?”

“What happened?”

“I gotta go back for my stupid fucking bus pass. I forgot it at home.”

“Baby, lemme give you a ride. I’m just a couple blocks over anyways.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to work? I don’t wanna make you late.”

“You won’t be, alright? Just wait there and I’ll pick you up, ok?”

“Alright, Tommy. Thank you so much.”

“See you in ten minutes, babe.”

You hang up and sit on the curb to wait for your boyfriend. The cold air tightens your muscles and you’re reminded of the pain in your core. You took medicine in your morning rush, but apparently, it wasn’t enough to numb it out entirely.

You sit and wait with your head tucked down over your arms. You’re so ready for the day to end.

Tommy soon arrives to pick you up as promised, but the wide grin on his face quickly disappears when he realizes how shitty you’re actually feeling.

It breaks his heart to see you in pain and feeling down in the dumps. He’s got a natural instinct for making people laugh and feel good. Not being able to do even that makes him feel useless.

It reminds him of the mental breakdown his brother went through years ago. Although he's gotten better and was able to return to his family a recovered man, depression hits him from time to time when he remembers what he had to endure.

Tommy never fails to cheer him up and remind him that he's a survivor. He might not be a doctor, but he does whatever he can to remind his loved ones that they are loved.

He listens to you vent on route to your workplace, making encouraging remarks when you mention your driving test is today during your lunch break. Tommy does his best to lift your spirits and reminds you of how well you’ve done during his lessons.

He’d been teaching you for the past couple weeks and, although he says you’ve improved a lot, you’re still nervous about the test because the instructor you were paired up with wasn’t exactly the friendliest of folks. It also didn’t help that Tommy is your boyfriend; he could be a little biased.

As you arrive at work, you thank him for the ride and kiss him good-bye. The hand he sets on your cheek makes you want to cancel the entire day just to be with him.

“Hey… All you gotta do is try the best you can today. And if it doesn’t go well, there’s always a tomorrow.”

His gentle voice chases your worries away.

“I know, baby. Thank you. Wish me luck?”

“All the luck in the world, sweetheart. Lemme know how it goes?”

“I will,” he pecks you once more before you climb out of his truck.

“Dinner at your place or mine?” he questions rolling the window down.

“Uhm, mine? Is that ok?”

“Fine by me, beautiful. Have a nice day. Love you!”

“Love you too” you chuckle and step back to let him roll the window back up. Tommy waits until you’re safely in the building to drive away.

Despite your best efforts, the day does not go as well as you had hoped.

The driving test was a total dud. Your instructor was a grade-A asshole. Your boss is riding you over some stupid report he managed to lose and accused you of not handing it in. Your insides feel like knives are churning in your walls. The headache you already took a second dose of painkillers after lunch still persists.

You can’t stop watching the clock and it seem that, as it gets closer to clock-out, time seems to go by even slower.

While you wither away at work, Tommy heads to the local drugstore. Standing the middle of the aisle, he stares at the vast variety of pads and tampons with a store basket in hand.

"What the f-" he whispers to himself as his eyes roam around in confusion. "Why does there have to be so many?"

His brows furrow like he's trying to build a spaceship. He picks one up to read the packaging. It might as well be in a foreign language because nothing makes sense to him.

He has no idea what difference between a pantyliner and overnight pad is. He doesn't understand why the tampons come in sizes.

Desperately confused, he whips his phone to dial his brother's number.

"Sam, hey! You got a minute?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I'm trying to get some lady shit for my girlfriend, but I don't understand any of this stuff."

"Yeah, I've been there before."

"Like how do i know what her size is? Is it like the size of her lady bits?"

"No," Sam chuckles. "It's according to her flow."

"How the fuck do i know that?"

"Just get the medium tampons when in doubt. And I'd suggest taking overnight pads. Some girls don't like sleeping with tampons."

"Alright. What are wings though? Should I get them with or without the wings?"

"They're like parts that open up and stick to the underwear, so it doesn't keep moving around. I always get the ones with wings."

Tommy nods and places the phone to hold with his shoulder as he grabs the products from the shelves and sets them in the basket.

"You should probably take some Pamprin too. Midol doesn't work for every girl."

"What the fuck is that?" he frowns.

"Medicine for cramps, Tommy. And my tip? When you're in her bathroom, take pictures of the brands she uses so you don't forget."

"Fuck, I didn't think of that. I gotta do that. Thanks, man."

With 5 minutes left of the extra hours you had to put in due to the driving test, you gather your things and head to the bathroom for a quick tampon change before starting your journey home on the bus.

You haphazardly wrap your scarf around your neck and hook your jacket on to finally make your long-awaited exit, thankfully the day is done.

The door flies open as you eagerly walk outside, but you freeze in your stride as you see Tommy standing in the parking lot, stood against his truck smoking a cigarette as he waits for you in the blistering cold.

He grins watching your face light up at the surprise.

“How long have you been waiting out here?”

“Not too long,” he lies. He’s freezing his balls off, but he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, especially since the intention was to surprise you. “I thought you could use a ride.”

“I most definitely can,” you nod walking towards him as he stomps his cigarette out.

He flashes a dopey smile as he cranes his head to kiss you hello. He tastes like smoke, but you don’t mind it. You’re just happy to see him and to feel his prickly beard on your skin.

“Got a couple things for you,” he smirks down at you.

“Oh? Like what?”

“You gotta get home and see,” he chuckles slyly.

You and Tommy had given each other a copy of your home keys as a special milestone in your relationship. It was a major step for him. His time in prison taught him to appreciate his freedom and personal space more, so allowing you to come and go freely meant he trusts you beyond comprehension.

“Just tell me there’s food. I really don’t wanna cook tonight.”

“There’s food, baby. I promise,” he smirks opening the passenger door to help you climb inside.

After a short straight drive home, you head up to your apartment and gasp as you walk inside.

On the table, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers set in a pretty vase. That wasn’t there before. On the breakfast bar, you see you a box of pizza along with your favorite chips and chocolates all arranged neatly.

“There’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer too. And,” he pauses to walk over to the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag off the counter. “I wasn’t sure what products you like better. I don't really understand this stuff but I got you medium tampons, night pads, Pamprin and some fuzzy socks,” he grins proudly. “I just thought they were cute.”

You laugh as you walk over to hug him, tears prickling at your eyes.

“Baby, this is so thoughtful. Thank you so much.”

“Are you crying?” he asks worriedly.

“Yeah, but to be fair, I’ve cried like three time today already. It’s beyond my control. I’m just so tired and in pain all the time.”

“Aw, baby. I’m sorry. That’s gotta be tough. Is there anything else I can do? I-I can run you a bath? Hot water helps, right?” You nod in agreement.

The bubble bath you soak in melts your pain away. It could just be the medicine working, but the warmth of the water provides the relief you’ve been seeking the whole day.

Looking over at the feminine products on the bathroom sink counter, you smile to yourself wondering how you had managed to get so lucky with Tommy.

He might be a little rough around the edges. He smokes, he curses like a sailor, he’s got a temper, but he also takes care of you so well unlike any of your exes ever have before or at least he tries to.

“How you doing in there, sweetheart?” he smiles, snapping you out of your thoughts as he leans in the doorway already dressed in his warm sweatpants and white t-shirt.

“This feels so fucking good. You have no idea.”

“I don’t mean to rush you, baby. But the pizza’s all heated up. You need to eat too.”

“I know, I’m just so tired to move.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to help?” he asks genuinely worried. “I can dry you off and-and, you know…p-put it in you?”

You follow his hands as he reaches for the open box of tampon and takes one out to study it curiously.

“How the hell do you get this inside though?” he asks frowning confusedly as he lifts the box to read the instructions.

“Where’s the applicator? Wait, was I supposed to buy that too? Does that come separately?”

Despite his eagerness to help, you can tell he’s slightly nervous of the idea of putting a tampon in you. The instruction and the product alone have him so baffled.

Your laughs echo through the bathroom as he blushes and chuckles along shyly.

“I’m just saying, I ain’t scared of a little blood.”

“Thanks, babe. But I got it under control.”

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raisoramizu · 2 months ago

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Chapter 13: The end of the third act?

Here are the other chapters:

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Here’s the thirteenth and final chapter of my NSFW Hazbin Hotel Fan Fiction, "Heaven is Not Forever."

Starting with the next updates, I’ll begin posting the third part here on Tumblr as well, titled "New Order" Radiostatic/Radioapple/Radiostaticapple (with a bit of Guitarspear).

If you’re interested, you can also read them on my AO3 – LINK For those who want to stay updated on my Fan Fictions, you can follow me on Bluesky at RAISORAMIZU – LINK

In a few days, I’ll start working on Luciangstweek2025... it’ll be a deeply emotional and angst-filled NSFW Radioapple story, perfect for those who love heart-wrenching emotions and bad endings.

.....

Alastor tried to lift himself up; placing both hands on the bed, he attempted to push his back up, but the moment he raised himself just a few inches, a sharp pain pierced through his chest, forcing him to collapse.

<— ~ > He gritted his teeth, a strained groan escaping him, which alarmed Lucifer. The devil scrambled up the bed and threw himself toward him.

< Don't strain yourself, you're not fully recovered yet! >

On his knees on the free side of the mattress, Lucifer leaned forward, reaching out to place a hand on Alastor's shoulder, but the stag demon's forearm blocked him.

< .. >

Lucifer flinched as Alastor shot him a sharp look through his unruly red hair, which had fallen in his face due to his bent-over posture. He looked terrible—his eyes were ringed with gray, and he was drooling and sweating. Where he had seemed peaceful in his sleep, something had now clearly shattered both inside and out.

His fingers gripped the bandages around his chest more fiercely, clenching with anger. He was thin, emaciated. In this form, his muscles were underdeveloped, and his hands were black up to the elbows, where the color gradually transitioned to a more hazelnut tone, at least compared to Lucifer's lighter skin. He tried to inject his glare with rage, but the transformation lasted only for the brief moment he parted his lips to pant; the constant grin on his face made his expressions even more desperate and unnatural, because his eyes—those never lied, even for someone like him.

< Are you angry about what I told Charlie..? > Lucifer asked, still frozen in the position where Alastor had blocked him: on his knees, one hand bracing himself on the bed, the other hovering in Alastor's direction but not touching him. He continued, his eyebrows arching in regret. < ...don't you see how much she cares about you? We all care.. >

Alastor laughed. A low chuckle at first, shaking his shoulders, then it grew louder, freezing Lucifer in place with wide eyes.

< AHAHAH ~ >

Alastor threw his head back, eyes toward the ceiling. His neck cracked ominously as he whipped his face toward Lucifer, his pupils now glowing, vermilion radio dials. He had managed to transform, but the effort was draining him. His voice distorted demonically, corrupted by static.

At those words, Lucifer jerked upright, staring in shock as Alastor's antlers branched out further, with voodoo symbols swirling around them.

< Our deal is void > Alastor snarled, tightening his clawed fingers around the acidic green chain. For a brief moment, a collar appeared around Lucifer's neck, making him flinch, just as everything shattered into a thousand pieces, dissolving into nothingness.

< W-wait! > Lucifer cried, reaching out, his fingers grasping at the now-vanished chain. He moved to go after Alastor, but the Sinner melted into his shadows in response. His form liquefied on the bed, oozing to the floor and flowing across it. He needed to escape. He had to get out, but the door seemed so frustratingly far away. He made it only to the desk before he was forced to reassemble, grabbing onto it with a loud slap of his hands against the edge. The desk was too low, and he was too exhausted, too weak. His body gave out again, slumping forward, motionless.

Lucifer appeared behind him in an instant, under the watchful gaze of Alastor's shadow. His hand wrapped around Alastor's slim waist, while his other hand pressed firmly against the demon's chest, right where the lance had pierced him through. No one could have survived that wound without the magic of an angel, a High Angel. Was this a miracle? Could you call it that? How ironic, thinking of the Devil capable of miracles... and he wasn't done yet.

< Let me help you... >

Frozen by the embrace, Alastor felt a warm sensation spread through his chest, mingling with the crackling of Lucifer's radiant magic. He sighed, closing his eyes as the angel's grip tightened.

Lucifer pressed his sternum to the demon's spine, so close that they could feel each other's hearts beating. Then, he slid his face along Alastor's bare shoulder blades, cheek to forehead. His breathing was heavy. He sought Alastor's skin with his mouth, craving his taste, his scent, wanting to merge it with his own. He needed him with the possessiveness of someone terrified of watching him vanish in an instant—into a swirl of shadows or a wisp of ghostly flame.

he repeated.

Alastor tensed at those words, his claws digging into the wood of the desk with a sharp creak. But Lucifer continued.

< ...even if you don't return my feelings, even if you're staying close just to free yourself, it's okay. I don't blame you... it's your soul on the line, isn't it? >

Lucifer had tensed up too, his face heating up with the tears he tried to hide, pressing his face against Alastor's back. Then he pulled away with a long sigh. His hand went cold as he stepped back, giving Alastor space. Alastor hesitated for a moment, motionless. What should he do? Try to leave again? But where could he go? To whom? Slowly, he squared his shoulders and turned to face the angel, ready to confront him, but when he met Lucifer's gaze, he saw the angel's right hand extended toward him, waiting to be grasped.

< .. > What does that mean?

< Let's make a new deal. I'll let you summon me in an instant, whenever you need me... that way, if Lilith comes for you, I can be there with you > ... < And you'll always decide when you need my help > Lucifer smiled, a bright smile that split his handsome face from cheek to cheek. His eyes were so shiny that Alastor felt a burning in his stomach. He stared at that hand in fear, and at the frozen smile on his face.

< Why this..? Why go this far? You don't know who I am, you don't know me... >

Lucifer shrugged, then straightened up. < By now, you've probably figured out how I am, right? > Still holding out his hand, he nervously ran the other through his blonde hair. < ...I get fixated on things... and I'll have to face Lilith eventually. I can't live locked in a room making rubber ducks anymore > ... < I've spent thousands of years not caring, but I came out of that when Charlie called me to show me the Hotel. I can't go back now. If all this is happening, it's because of my behavior... avoiding my responsibilities. I could have... > His golden eyes dropped in guilt. < ...I could have managed Hell, fulfilled my duties, and the slaughter would never have begun > ... < Instead, I stayed in the shadows, allowing Lilith to raise Sinners on Earth, inspiring them here in the abyss with her voice... until they became a threat. >

< .. > ... < And what do you want in return? >

Lucifer met Alastor's gaze, shaking his blonde head. < Nothing. >

Damn, where was the catch? Did Lucifer really want to become his bodyguard, and in return... want nothing? Seriously? This situation was absurd, almost embarrassing. But what did he have to lose? What else did he have to lose? Nothing. He had hit rock bottom; there was no way he could sink lower. He could only rise. At worst, he'd die... and he was going to die anyway, whether it was from the other Overlords learning of his power or because of Lilith. That sniveling little brat had outsmarted him.

Alastor grasped Lucifer's hand. From the grip of his red claws around the angel's dark fingers, a shockwave suddenly rippled outward, causing the rubber ducks and a few framed circus landscapes on the walls to tremble.

The golden light that erupted was so intense that it was visible from outside. The noise of the shockwave piqued the curiosity of those in the bar downstairs, making Husk mutter in disapproval.

An intense, electric energy engulfed both figures in the room, reigniting Alastor. When everything went dark, he didn't let go of the Seraph's hand. With wide, pitch-black eyes and voodoo doll stitches across his shoulders and smile, he yanked the angel hard against his chest.

Lucifer stumbled on the floor, crashing into him, immediately flushing with embarrassment—but also with something deeper. He was gone now, lost to the darkness. He had fallen for the Sinner.

Pressing his other hand against Alastor's chest, still wrapped in gauze slightly stained with blood, Lucifer lifted his chin with a sudden gleam of lust in his eyes. < Well... there is something you can do for me > he hissed, his forked tongue slipping between his fangs.

< ..? > Alastor's curiosity quickly turned to worry. < What..? >

At that moment, a swarm of tiny golden lights formed a pair of blonde-furred ears on Lucifer's head, along with two small, white, curved horns, identical to Alastor's.

The demon froze, pressing his back against the edge of that damned desk. < What... what does this mean? > he crackled, his voice distant and distorted by the radio effect, while Lucifer's hands crept up his chest, playing with a tuft of red fur peeking out from the bandages wrapped around his sternum.

< Don't you feel like eating me? > Lucifer asked, his cheeks glowing with the heat that made his gaze languid and impudent. He pressed himself closer, rubbing a thigh against the crotch of Alastor's pants—the only item of clothing he wore.

When Alastor noticed the fluffy white fawn tail at the base of Lucifer's back, thanks to his taller stature, he blushed furiously, gritting his teeth so hard that he began to drool.

< Oh, don't get so worked up, you're injured. I'll do all the work... > Lucifer purred, grabbing the waistband of Alastor's pants.

< What are you doing? ..don't you dare put your face there! > .. < —— ~ ~ >

....

A couple of weeks passed; it had been just over a month since the last extermination, but it felt like the weight of an eternity. So much had happened, but everything seemed to have returned more or less to normal. During the time it took for Alastor and Adam to recover from their injuries, Charlie and Vaggie—mainly them, but also Husk, Niffty, Angel Dust, and even Cherri Bomb—had completed the presentation.

They had pulled it off without Alastor's help, who hadn't been particularly available—but then again, who could blame him, right? It was a television spot, and Charlie herself was going to appear live on Hell's news broadcast to talk about it.

Now, the demon was there, seated in a vintage high-backed chair, wrapped in his red suit, with one hand resting on the armrest while the other arm was sprawled awkwardly over Lucifero, who perched on the opposite side of the chair. On the couch were Cherri Bomb, Vaggie, and Angel Dust, with two arms splayed over the backrest and a third holding a glass of rum. Husk stood behind them, arms crossed. Niffty sat on the low coffee table in the middle of the room.

They were in the room opposite the bar, a little sitting area just before the dining room meant for all the hotel's—currently absent—guests.

The silence was broken only by the jingle coming from the flat-screen TV, playing their recorded commercial. It was a cheerful little song where each of them sang a part—even Lucifer appeared in the background as a somewhat unsettling presence, flashing his sharp smile from time to time. “RAINBOW ROAD

[Verse]

In a hotel full of shadows dark

Colors bright they light a spark

Alastor's grin a devil's chore

Lucifer watches behind the door

[Verse 2]

Charlie dreams of brighter days

Hopes for change in subtle ways

Vaggie stands with heart so true

Through the red she fights the blue

[Chorus]

Rainbow skies redemption calls

In these halls where joy befalls

Through the fire the laughter's bold

In this place our hearts unfold

[Verse 3]

Cherri Bomb with her loud display

Angel Dust in life's array

Niffty's got a cleaning spree

Husk and his sorrows set free

[Verse 4]

We find smiles in the dark

In this place we leave our mark

Redemption's path a twisted trail

Yet through it all we will prevail

[Chorus]

Rainbow skies redemption calls

In these halls where joy befalls

Through the fire the laughter's bold

In this place our hearts unfold “

Charlie's enthusiastic clapping at the end of the video immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room. She stood next to the TV, jacketless, her hair slightly disheveled—a clear sign she hadn't rested much while finishing everything. On a nearby table, there was a mess of papers and drawings in a thousand colors—rainbows, caricatures of all the hotel's guests, including Adam and Lute.

< So?! > she squeaked, eyes wide and darting nervously between everyone, her sharp smile stretching across her face. < What do you think? >

Angel Dust asked, fishing for approval from the others. < My performances are always spectacular, though. I really shine when there's screwing involved. > He added with conviction, raising his glass in a mock toast.

< Oh yes, you were magnificent, Angel! > Charlie exclaimed, clapping her hands together again. < You all were amazing! This commercial is going to fill the hotel, and everything's ready, finally! I still can't believe it! > She ran her hands through her hair and began pacing around the large red carpet that covered the floor. < The rooms are prepped, we've fixed everything that broke, cleaned it all up, everything works perfectly! All that's left is to air the commercial and do my interview, which will be at the start of next week! > She continued, rambling without taking a breath. < We'll talk about Sir Pentious, about how redemption is possible, I'll list all the activities we'll offer and—oh, Dad! You were incredible too, thank you so much for helping us! > She shot a sweet smile toward Lucifero, who startled under her gaze, responding with a crazed, awkward grin full of social discomfort.

< ...We're an orgy, darling! > he declared.

The room fell into silence again, with every baffled gaze snapping toward him, accompanied by the distorted crackle of Alastor.

< You meant a team, > the Radio Demon corrected, drawing an innocently curious look from the angel.

< That's what I said, didn't I? >

< Yeah, but damn, I need to memorize all the answers for the interview, and I think I'll sing a song—another song... And then, shit, I'll have to show the video to Emily, she'll definitely appreciate it! I'm sure it'll need a little— > Charlie resumed speaking at lightning speed, only stopping when Vaggie, who had come down from the couch to join her, placed both hands on her shoulders, looking up at her with a sweet but firm smile.

< ...You're really stressed. You've worked so hard, Charlie. Why don't we go get some rest now? >

< Oh, > Charlie deflated, < Yeah... you're right, we could use it. >

But just as her partner wrapped an arm around her waist...

< Losers! > Adam's voice thundered from the doorway. Standing under the arch that led to the reception hall, with no door to block his path, he appeared, with Lute sulking at his side, leaning against the wall with arms crossed.

< Adam, Lute! You missed the commercial! But you'll be able to watch it on TV a bunch of times next week! > Charlie returned to her cheery tone, earning a dismissive snort from the First Man.

< We're leaving, > he replied.

< Oh... > Charlie's face fell as she glanced toward Lute, who refused to meet her gaze. < So, you've really decided to go? You're welcome to stay—there's plenty of rooms, and you're always welcome here... >

< Aah, sweetheart, don't get us wrong, > Adam straightened, showing his palms in a gesture of surrender. < The atmosphere here is gorgeous, and the vibe... pff, no complaints. I don't even feel the urge to vomit when I see your rainbows anymore. But, you see, hey, we're not interested in redemption. Lute got a job as a security guard, and we've rented a place in the city. We're moving there. > He explained, gesturing grandly with a sharp smile. < But if you just can't resist admiring the Dick Master, > he said, pointing at his crotch with both hands, < you can drop by anytime, bring a friend or two! > He winked, earning a glare from Vaggie. Meanwhile, Lucifer flashed a mischievous grin, contrasting with Alastor's cold stare. Even Lute, peeling away from the wall, scanned the room for a certain former exorcist with a silent, meaningful look.

< ... >

The silence became oppressive until Adam finally broke it with a huff. < Alright, we're outta here. See you around, assholes. > He waved dismissively, turning toward the hall that led to the hotel entrance, Lute trailing behind him.

Soon enough, the room buzzed back to life with the excited chatter of everyone gearing up for next week's big presentation.

…

For hours now, the main screen in Vox's Control Room had been looping the same footage from two weeks ago, captured in the hallway of the Hotel. Every tiny detail replayed: Alastor stiffening as the purple collar strangled him, his cane disintegrating into ash, and the dark, unrecognizable figure of Lilith, visible as the door was ripped open by Adam, vanishing into a burst of ghostly flames. The image of Lucifer crumpled in despair over a dying Alastor triggered another round of visual glitches until the screen went black, signaling the loss of the feed.

...

Vox took a long sip from his blue mug, one hand lazily pressing buttons to bring the screen back to life. This time, it displayed the Hotel's lounge, where the group was cheerfully chatting about the upcoming presentation. His expression, inscrutable and pensive, shifted as his sharp mouth edged toward the right side of his screen-face.

" < Mr. Vox! > "

< Transfer all control of the interview and the Hotel's commercial to me. >

" < You want to handle it all yourself? > "

< Exactly. No one else is to touch it. >

" < B-but, sir, on the day of the interview, you have that meeting about the new security system with Mrs. Carmi— > "

< Cancel it! > he suddenly thundered, a burst of electricity crackling visibly between his antennas, causing his voice to momentarily lose its higher frequencies. < The extermination has been called off, hasn't it? > He relaxed into a broad grin, his mood shifting as quickly as it had flared. < That meeting can wait; there's no danger anymore! >

" < Y-yes, of course, right away, Mr. Vox! > "

Ending the call, the TV Demon leaned back with a huff, slumping into the chair's backrest.

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year ago

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A Fever You Can’t

Sweat Out

A Remi x Levi Sick Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sick fic, Contagion, Fluff, Caretaking

Description: Remi and Levi are both under the weather. They spend the day miserably tangled up in their bed, a mixture of sweating bodies and wheezing breaths.

Based off this Prompt:

Author’s Notes: Geezie told me she's been salivating over this prompt for our boys so I am here to please! Cover art and Remi are the makings of @aller-geez

It was a day like any other, yet it wasn't. Something stirred in the air, and more importantly within the sinuses of Remi and Levi on this bright and early morning. What was it you might wonder?

Remi the first to peep his still heavily lidded eyes open, glowing emeralds quickly turning pale as the sun glared through their blinds. "Fuck..." he groaned from a sore throat. Oh no. He knew that feeling, it never escaped him and now that he was aware of it, his head started to feel hotter, and his body ached. He was sick.

Levi, still in a daze, shifted in his bed and rubbed his eyes. The words "Fuck..." escaped Remi's mouth in a low, raspy tone that sent a shiver down Levi's spine. He knew what it meant when Remi uttered that curse first thing in the morning. He was sick, but thats not the worst part, because the second conciousness began to find the small leopard, he too realized he was feeling like a pile of hot garbage. Levi sniffled lightly, peeping his icy blues open to peer at his mate, the two made eye contact. Neither of them saying a word but realizing at the same moment, they were both sick. What the hell were they going to do?

Levi couldnt afford to take the time off of work. There was always the option to complete his responsibility from home, but he knew between him being sick and Remi being sick it was almost impossible to ask that of either of them. The blue eyed man sighed and shook his throbbing head regardless. "I have to work..." he spoke with a softened, raspy tone, his throat clearly just as sore as Remi's own affliction.

Levi dragged himself out of bed, his body heavy with fatigue. He stumbled towards the bathroom, every step feeling like a Herculean effort. As he splashed cold water on his face, and braced himself against the counter, he stared at his pale reflection in the mirror. Dark circles had formed under his eyes, evidence of the sleepless night and impending illness.

Remi, who had managed to sit up in bed, watched Levi with concern etched on his face, rubbing his arm across his already leaking nostrils. "Are you sure you should go to work?" he rasped, voice strained from his own illness. "You look terrible."

Levi let out a weak chuckle, wincing at the pain it caused in his chest. "Thanks for the compliment," he muttered playfully trying his best to keep a positive outlook. "But we can't both stay home. We can't afford it right now...besides, I'll still be here in bed just...using my laptop, sNdFf...." he snuffled, grabbing a handful of toilet paper before blowing his nose into the respectively crumpled up wad.

Remi nodded reluctantly, understanding their financial situation all too well. "Alright....fine...I'll call out...and...h-h.." it started, his body froze and his hands balled into tightened fists. He was going to sneeze, and he couldn't fight it off as the strained itch became persistent inside him.

He tried to cover his mouth and nose with his hands, but it was too late. "hhh'ISCHiH! H'ut--sschhiew!! t'SChiew!" A loud and forceful series of sneezes erupted from Remi's body, echoing through the small bedroom. Levi winced, the sound took him by surprise and only seemed to make the pounding in his head worse with how abrupt the other was.

Remi's eyes watered as he recovered from the sneeze, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment, he reached over to the side table and snagged a tissue from the box. "Sorry...snDff..." he croaked while wiping his nose and face clear of any residual mess and also hoping to alleviate some of the congestion. He groaned gently, his voice even more hoarse than before.

Levi sighed, understanding that keeping their illnesses contained was going to be an uphill battle. "It's okay, I dont think either of us expected that," he replied sympathetically, still trying to smile through the whole ordeal. Levi crossed the space of the room to place a gentle palm on the side of Remi's heated cheek. "I'll go get our stash of meds and supplies...make us some tea and we can cuddle while I get some emails taken care of, sound good?" the leopard asked the other, who more or less looked as if he was completely spaced out from reality in the first place.

Remi nodded weakly, grateful for Levi's comforting touch. The idea of tea and cuddling sounded like heaven to him in his current state of misery. He watched as Levi shuffled out of the room, his footsteps heavy and slow. Remi sank back against the pillows, feeling the weight of fatigue settle over him like a suffocating blanket. His body trembled with chills, even though he was bundled up in blankets.

While Levi made his way down the hall, the floor felt unsteady beneath him, his hands reached out for the walls to hold himself upright, as he finally made it to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He opened it and sighed in relief at the sight of their well-stocked supply of cold and flu medication. With how often they fell under the weather, it was imperative Levi kept the house full of the necessities. Grabbing a few boxes, along with some tissues and a thermometer, Levi carefully carried everything back to the bedroom.

He set up a makeshift sick bay on the nightstand, placing the medication, tissues, and thermometer within easy reach. Then, he walked over to the kitchen to prepare two cups of some chamomile and ginger tea. His head throbbed, and his back ached but he refused to let it defeat him as he finished pouring the two glasses with a deep inhale and exhale to power through.

Levi shuffled back into the bedroom, carrying two steaming mugs of tea. The fragrant aroma filled the air, bringing a sense of comfort to the room. He carefully set one mug down on Remi's nightstand, then settled himself back into bed beside his sick mate.

Remi gratefully reached for the mug and took a small sip, reveling in the soothing warmth that spread through his body. The spicy ginger and calming chamomile seemed to offer some respite from their symptoms. Levi did the same, taking a moment to appreciate the healing properties of the tea before speaking.

"I'm glad we have each other," Levi murmured, his voice still strained but filled with genuine affection. He set his cup gently on his own side table and shoveled his laptop out from under the bed, before finishing his thought."Even though we're both sick, at least we can take care of each other." He looked over at the larger, smiling sweetly, his reddened nose twitched and the wolf couldn't dismiss how cute he thought Levi looked like this. Messy hair, reddened nostrils and cheeks, sleepy eyes.

Remi nodded weakly, feeling a surge of emotion well up within him. Despite their illnesses, he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of gratitude for their relationship. They had faced countless challenges together, and this was just another hurdle they would overcome side by side.

Levi opened his laptop and began to tackle his work obligations while propped up comfortably thanks to a few fluffed pillows. Responding to emails and organizing his tasks for the day. Despite feeling under the weather, he pushed through, determined to fulfill his professional responsibilities. Remi glanced over at Levi, admiration shining in his tired eyes. He marveled at how dedicated and hardworking his mate was, even when sick.

But as Remi continued to gaze at Levi, a sudden familiar prickle crept up his nose like TV static upon flesh. He instinctively pressed a finger against it, hoping to suppress the monster that threatened to burst forth. His nostrils flared, the bridge of his nose scrunched and his eyes watered as he fought against the inevitable.

Levi, sensing Remi's struggle, paused in his work and turned his attention towards him. His concerned gaze met Remi's glossy eyes, and without a moment's hesitation, he reached out to gently place a hand on Remi's arm.

"Are you alright?" Levi asked softly, worry evident in his voice.

Remi tried to speak, but all that escaped was a muffled and strained sound of "Gyahh~?" as he continued to battle against his own illness. His face contorted, eyebrows furrowed, and he clenched his teeth together, desperately trying to hold it back.

Levi's grip tightened on Remi's arm, offering both reassurance and support.

"Let it out, love," the leopard gently encouraged, his voice sweet and comforting. "It's okay. Just let it happen." reassuring the wolf with a loving rub of his hand.

Remi nodded, his breathing shallow and rapid as he surrendered to the sneeze that had been building within him. He closed his eyes tightly, his body tensing in anticipation. And then, with a forceful burst of air, he sneezed.

"Hi-h..Hiiii'IITTSSSSHUU!! HI'DTSCHIEW! hdt'iSHH!" The sneezes echoed through the room, even louder than the last time. It was as if a cannon had gone off, shaking Remi to his core. He slumped back against the pillows, feeling both exhausted and relieved all at once. He loudly slurped through his nose, desperate to try and save himself the mess of it all dripping out.

Levi reached for a tissue and handed it to Remi, who gratefully accepted it. As Remi wiped his nose, he couldn't help but chuckle weakly. "Tangz baby," he mumbles weakly as he tries to clear himself up. Levi can only shake his head before leaning over to kiss the large man upon his shoulder.

"Sure thing, snDfF," trying clear himself of his own horrible afflictions. Levi's head throbbed, and as they both took a moment to take a round of medications, the cat could feel his own storm brewing carefully around the corner. His eyes narrowed as he watched the screen carefully, trying to focus his attentions on his work and not his own impending doom. Remi slid back under the covers and pushed himself against Levi's body, head resting under the other's arm, snuggled into his side. This was comforting for them both, as the leopard found his strength and center focus again.

However, the smaller was a fool to think he could outsmart a virus. What he was pushing back was only boiling to come back stronger. Levi's determination wavered as he felt a tickle in his throat, a subtle warning sign of what was to come. He cleared his throat, hoping to suppress the mounting pressure, but it only seemed to worsen. Panic rose within him; he couldn't falter, he had to stay strong. For Remi.

He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold it back, but it was no use. "--Hah'ESHHh'uh!!"the leopard sneezed forcefully, his arm flinging upward to catch the mess into the crook of his elbow, startling Remi from his half-dozing state. The wolf looked up at Levi with concern, realizing that his mate was now succumbing to the same illness that had plagued him.

"I'b so sorry I god you sigg," Remi mutters behind his frown stained lips. "I did'd know ...." his head falls against Levi's shoulder, the weight of this virus taking his ability to even muster the strength to look at his mate.

"It's okay, Rems, you seem to be suffering the worst of it," Levi replied, his voice hoarse and strained. He gently rubbed Remi's back, trying to provide some comfort amidst their mutual ailments. "Besides, we'll get through this together. We always do." there was that positive outlook that the wolf loved so deeply, wishing he too could be so thoughtful.

Remi let out a weak chuckle, but it was quickly followed by a fit of coughs that wracked his entire body. Levi held him tighter, feeling a mixture of concern and helplessness wash over him. Both of them were now trapped in the clutches of this relentless illness, with no escape but to endure. "Tch, my poor baby," Levi clicked through his teeth.

As the day wore on and the sun was starting to set, their symptoms only seemed to worsen. Levi's headache intensified, making it difficult for him to focus on anything besides the throbbing pain in his temples as he stared blankly ahead at his laptop screen, really only having gotten through a few emails. It was like he couldnt get his fingers to move fast enough across the keys. They were tight, and sore.

Remi's coughing became more frequent and violent, leaving him gasping for air after each paroxysm.

They huddled together for warmth, seeking solace in each other's presence as they rode out the storm of their sickness. Their makeshift sick bay getting low in stock as they continued to take meds on the hour every few hours. It was an atrocity. Levi slammed his laptop shut and shoveled it under the bed. "I cant look at a screen anymore, my head might actually implode...." he groaned bringing a hand up to massage and rub at his temples.

Remi, even in his weakened state, mustered a small smile. "Maybe it's a sign," he rasped, his voice hoarse from coughing. "A sign that we need to take a break, rest, and heal,"

Levi sighed heavily, the pain behind his eyes making it difficult to think clearly, but Remi's words struck a chord within him. Maybe he needed to stop pushing himself so hard and prioritize their well-being over work obligations.

"You're right," Levi conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached for Remi's hand and squeezed it gently. "Let's forget about work for now. We'll focus on getting better together."

They settled back against the pillows, their bodies pressed close for comfort. The room was enveloped in silence as they allowed themselves to drift into a comfortable stillness, the sound of their labored breathing filling the air. Remi's arms protectively encasing the thin male, nuzzling his face into the side of his clammy neck. Levi's breath hitched, his arms grew goosebumps and he tried to push away the thoughts that raced through his mind when he felt the man's lips at his flesh.

His eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the gentle touch of lips against his neck. It was a simple gesture, one that spoke volumes of love and vulnerability. "I love you...." Levi whispered into the now darkness of their shared bedroom. His headache faded into the background as he focused on the softness of Remi's lips, the wolf now indulging himself in a series of them across the space he inhabited, light pecks followed by one sensual lick. The cat's heart beating in sync with every gentle kiss. In that moment, they forgot about their illness, their worries, and the world outside their sick bay.

Remi's fingertips brushed delicately against Levi's cheek, savoring the softness of his flesh there. Levi's breath hitched as he felt the other's warm breath against his ear, whispering words of affection and adoration that sent shivers down his spine. "I love you, Kitten," Their lips met in a hungry kiss, a mingling of souls that consumed them both, momentarily eclipsing the pain and discomfort they were battling. It was a few moments of getting lost within one another that Remi couldn't even register what was building behind him like a locked door.

Yet, as secure as he thought he was, it was nothing more than an illusion, the deeper Remi fell into his lover's lips, the stronger the sneezes brewing behind it, got.

He tried to fight back the sudden onslaught of symptoms, clenching his jaw and scrunching his nose as he desperately held on to the embrace. But it was in vain. A sudden convulsion rocked his frame. "-H'DttISHH!"The sneeze came roaring out of him, removing himself from the kiss just in time to release an explosive burst of air and particles that sprayed across Levi's neck with a force that made them both freeze.

Levi stayed eerily still for a moment, his body tensing at the unexpected sensation. But instead of recoiling in disgust, he surprised himself by finding the whole thing oddly sensual. Shivering even. The warm wetness on his skin sent a tingle down his spine. "B-Bless you, baby," he blushed, clearing his own scratchy throat with a strangled cough.

"Shit...I'm sorry 'bout that kitten..." Remi reached over for a tissue from behind him before stretching his body back to be close to his mate again. Wiping his nose clear from any ick, he looked back up at the other bracing himself for a disappointed partner, but to his surprise, Levi was smiling. A slight blush still staining his cheeks. "It's okay," he said softly, reaching out to caress Remi's cheek with his fingertips. "Actually, it felt...kind of good," He couldn't believe he was admitting it, but there was a strange intimacy in that moment, a raw vulnerability that they had never experienced before.

Remi smirked, a cocky glint in his paled eyes. "Oh, really?" he replied playfully sucking on the back of his lip piercings. "Well, I guess I'll have to sneeze on you more often then," He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, earning a playful swat from the cat.

Levi chuckled, the sound a mix of love and amusement. "As tempting as that sounds," he said, a playful tone in his voice, "I think we should focus on getting better first." booping the tip of his lover's nose with his frailed index finger.

Remi sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Fine," he said with mock reluctanc, sticking his tongue out and sinking back into the blankets.

Levi couldn't help but roll his cerulean eyes back with amusement at his stubborn mate, as nice as some naked wrestling sounded, the leopard was just far too weakened to be bothered.

They settled into the bed, their bodies molded together with an ease that only years of intimacy could bring. Remi's arm snaked around Levi's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Their legs intertwined, their feet tangling together as if they were a jigsaw puzzle. The warmth radiating from their entwined bodies created a cozy cocoon in the cold room.

Levi sighed contentedly, his head resting against Remi's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a lullaby of love and comfort that washed over him, pushing away the concerns and fears that had plagued their minds earlier in the day. Despite the illness that had taken up residence within them, they found a great comfort in each other's arms.

As they lay there, the soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a dreamlike ambiance in the room. Shadows danced on the walls, their silhouettes merging and separating like a gentle ballet. The air was still as they each fell into the land of dreams, hoping to feel some relief by time morning came.

The End

Author's Notes: Sorry my fics have been so short recently you guys, I just try to write as much as my brain will allow me to! I hope you guy's like Geez's request ;u; These two are stupid cute I love them so much.

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casspurrjoybell-32 · 11 months ago

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Taken - Blue Moon Series - Chapter 23a

*Warning Adult Content*

Lakota Bateman

I was having so much fun today.

I didn't think it was possible to have this much enjoyment after the last few weeks but here I was, with my two mates and Nicholas at a local fair.

There were these huge 'rollercoasters' I was told that's what they were called.

There were so many people here that it was hard to keep from being swept away by the crowd of grinning humans.

It seemed that everyone was having just as much fun as me.

Festive lights adorned the whole giant park area, there games and food stand everywhere.

The air smelled of so many things it was hard to pinpoint them all.

High pitched music from the rides blasted in my ears to the point of pain but I could care less about this meaningless sort of pain, all I wanted to do was try everything.

At this current moment, I had one hand full of cotton candy and the other hand was some sort of pastry covered in sugar.

They were both so sweet and delicious, tastes I had never experienced before exploded in my mouth and took me to another plain of mouthwatering.

Gale took up his position to my left and Cyrus to my right while Nicholas stuck to the back as broody as ever it seemed.

This whole day he hadn't really said anything.

But after walking around all day sightseeing, something I had missed out on since going with Tegan and Connor, we found ourselves here.

"Lakota. Do you want to try some shooting?" Cyrus asked suddenly.

I glanced up at him with wide eyes.

"You want me to shoot these people?" I asked shocked.

Everyone ended up laughing and I couldn't figure out what was so funny but apparently... I said the wrong thing.

"No silly. It's a game. You shoot a target with a fake gun and get prizes for it," Gale informed me while placing his large hand on top of my head.

"Oh," I giggled.

"Are you saying you've never been to a fair, Lakota?" this time it was Nicholas who asked behind us.

He sounded generously curious and I turned to look back at him.

"No, I haven't," I answered softly my eyes falling towards the floor.

"Oh. I didn't mean..."

"Nick, it's fine. Just let it go for now," Gale said a bit firmly to his brother.

Nicholas glanced over at his older brother and a look passed between the two before he nodded.

My hand was quickly grasped and I was being pulled away from the two.

"Let's get a gun in those hands shall we?" Cyrus said tightening his grip.

"That's a terrible thing to say to a kid, Cyrus," Gale said, jogging up to catch up with us.

"Well to you everyone's a kid so..." he grumbled.

"Yes and I think it's time you hand over those weapons sunny," he joked and I smiled.

Cyrus just rolled his eyes and continued to guide me towards a booth full of hanging targets.

"Welcome. Would you like to try?" a man behind the booth with an unusually large grin stared at us with what seemed like greedy eyes.

I flinched back a little.

"Yes. Can we get a gun for this one?" Cyrus said to the man pointing at me, handing him money over the counter.

Why did this look like a shady deal?

"Sure thing," the man said and turned around taking one of the many guns hanging from the wall next to him and placed the weapon on the table.

"Go ahead kid," he said to me.

Tentatively I walked up to the counter and reached for the gun.

The moment it was in my hand I knew it was fake.

It was too light and cheap.

"The more bullseyes you get, the bigger your prizes are," the man advertised.

It was your standard long short barrel rifle, nothing special.

Since living with Cyrus, I knew quite a bit about guns.

My mate was a little obsessed with weapons in general and like to perfect every type of fighting style there was.

There was no scope on the gun so I had to brace myself on the counter with my elbows and held the gun steady.

I place the stock against my right shoulder as I looked down the short-crooked barrel.

I closed one eye and aimed a little off as I took the barrel into account and shot the target.

With the placement of the targets, they seemed a little too far away from what this gun was capable of but I hit the bullseye any way but just by a hair.

I see that the man was trying to pull a fast one on everyone who wanted to play his games.

But now that I had a feel for the toy, I was ready.

I heard Cyrus snicker behind me and lent over the counter towards the man, rather cockily.

"Can we get the giant wolf back there."

The man frowned at him as I moved towards the other target and pulled the trigger again.

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The stuffed wolf was so big I had a hard time holding it in my arms.

"Damn Lakota, I didn't know you were that good at shooting, you almost had that guy in tears," Gale praised.

"Well duh he is. I trained him myself," Cyrus puffed up.

"Why though? When will you need guns to fight? You think your hunters or something?" Gale snickered.

"No but I think he needs to be well versed in all types of combat. That's the way that I like to fight and that's how he will too."

"Your teeth aren't enough for you then?" this was Nicholas.

"Not always, we can't just flaunt our shifts to everyone that picks a fight."

"You make a good point."

"Sucks for you. We can just hypnotize, unlike you sad wolves," Gale said poking his lip out with sad eyes.

I smiled behind my giant stuffed animal as Cyrus growled.

"You always have some smart comeback don't you," Cyrus's voice held a hint of irritation and humor.

"I can go all day kid, just try me," Gale grinned walking up behind him and throwing his arm around his shoulder.

I watched as he leaned his head down into Cyrus' neck and inhaled his scent rather heavily.

"I'd rather not, old man."

"I may be old but that only means I've got lots of experience under my belt and I can school you kid," Gale nuzzled his neck and Cyrus laughed.

"I'm sure you can," even though he was trying to sound nonchalant I could hear a little hitch in Cyrus's voice as Gale got closer.

The proximity was getting to him and Gale's charms were hard to push aside.

We turned a corner walking down an empty alley, caught up in our group's antics, when warning bells went off inside my head.

It happened so fast that all I could do was act.

I dropped the stuffed wolf in the dirt and moved without a thought.

I got in front of Gale and Cyrus so quickly I felt like I teleported.

For a split second, I saw a shiny gleam in the dark heading towards Gale's face and I reached out catching the blade in my bare hand.

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aladaylessecondblog · 1 year ago

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Faal Hah Wuld, Chapter 13

TW: Blood drinking, our boy Voryn--er, I mean, Torovan, is thirsty

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*nothing is written on the page, but there are several things drawn with a shaky hand. Lines drawn toward but not quite reaching an empty central point, a dim lit cave entrance with a ruined wooden door, and a faceless figure bleeding from a gaping chest wound where part of a lung can be seen--but no heart*

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It had been an accident. Just a slip of his hand when he was taking the bottle from Snow's saddlebag, but despite what was responsible the fact still stood: Torovan was out of blood. He'd refused to stoop to drinking it off the floor--but his need was clear, his hunger evident.

"Take my blood. We've stopped for the night anyway." Sadrith said. It was strange, she knew better than to chance it--but still, she was deadly curious. What did being fed from feel like?

Curiosity killed the cat...but satisfaction brought him back.

"I told you, I don't want your blood." Torovan practically snarled the words, but from the slight shake of his hands Sadrith could tell he was tempted. "Suppose I take too much?"

"I trust you."

Torovan fixed her with a somber look.

"You shouldn't." He paused, and looked over his shoulder, as if at something far away. "You truly shouldn't."

"It's either this or I try to go out and get a rabbit or a deer. That could take time we don't have. I'd rather not come back to find you've drained my horses dry."

She could see that he was struggling to give her another denial. Despite the self-control that had marked him since they'd left Winterhold...maybe he didn't trust himself not to drain her entirely?

Still, Sadrith persisted. She saw no reason why someone with so large a stick up his ass would have trouble controlling himself.

"Take mine," she insisted, "I've already eaten, I'm comfortable, and it'll probably put me right to sleep. You know healing spells, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

The huff she waited for didn't come. When she looked in his direction she saw his lips pressed tightly together. He shut his eye and took a deep, shaky breath.

"Fine." There was a pause where he seemed to struggle with what to say before finally going with, "You should lay down...as you'll become dizzy. Get comfortable. And...loosen your tunic's collar."

Sadrith moved a little closer to the fire. She'd already taken off her armor in preparation to sleep, so loosened her collar as Torovan asked--and waited. He knelt beside her and then leaned down, bracing himself with one arm. She looked to one side--

"Are you sure?" Torovan asked, his lips inches away from her neck.

"I'm sure."

Could you even stop if I said no now?

It was like a pair of tiny daggers in her neck, that bite, and as the blood began to flow Sadrith heard Torovan growl. The pain faded swiftly into a strange numbness, and an almost thrilling feeling of her blood racing through another's veins.

His hand came up, almost cradling her head--his tongue working furiously, throat gulping as quickly as he could get it into his mouth. Feasting, guzzling, like he hadn't seen blood in weeks.

Though Sadrith's heart was racing, her mind was still--not in the way the sword made it, but a beautiful silence. There was no typhoon of thoughts to sort through, no sea of endless fog to fight.

Only a simple subtle command, barely a thought and more of an instinct.

yield your blood

The numbness spread...soothing, calming.

And then--a bewildering flash of images before her eyes. Images, connected to feelings, connected to--

Darkness, with a leaping patch of red-hot light, and a feeling of terrible loneliness.

Mechanical pulsing, stone walls ribbed with white. Blood. Pain.

Purple skies, desperate breathing. Joy, pure JOY

Then, pain. Sadrith struggled to bring her hand to her chest unknowingly. A cramp ran through her chest, tightening, spasming--then searing agony, like it was being clawed open--!

Cold air on her neck, the sound of cursing in her ears. Then, trembling--Torovan's heavy breathing, and the warm glow of a healing spell. After a minute or two Sadrith's vision started to clear.

"Wh't happened?" she mumbled.

He didn't answer.

"Torovan..."

Sadrith sat up, expecting her head to be swimming, her vision still blurry as she got up. Perhaps some dizziness.

But she felt none of that. Her vision was entirely clear, and she saw Torovan, hunched over with one red-grey hand clamped over his mouth as he stared at the ground.

"Are you ill? Did my blood make you sick?"

"We." he forced out, "Are NOT. Doing that. AGAIN."

She was still confused, and kept watching him. "I don't understand. Tell me what happened?"

There was now no lingering pain. A thin veil of trust, a surety that he was worrying over nothing. He feared he would kill her, he didn't, no pain or symptom remained, so her mind was wandering. The only doubts now in her mind were of what she'd seen when he was feeding on her. Was that normal, when one was being bitten by a vampire? Had HE seen something?

She decided not to ask. Supposing he hadn't, this might make her look strange.

"I nearly KILLED you, that's what!" Torovan barked at her. "I told you--warned you--"

"You didn't. I'm FINE," she waved dismissively, "It's just blood, you...you healed me up right."

"You were clutching your chest and groaning about your heart, I don't call that FINE!" He looked back at her, fixing her with a hard glare, a look that made her shrink back. "Why must you be so dismissive of danger? Are you STUPID?"

"I killed the World-Eater, I'm not scared of being sucked dry." Sadrith lay back on the bedroll, and reached up to touch over the place he'd bitten her. "I didn't expect you to take so much, but..."

"I should have remembered your...dragon blood. It...it was..." His hands shook for a moment. "I'm glad the vampire problem is largely taken care of. If they knew what you tasted like--"

Torovan immediately shut his mouth after saying it.

"How about we change the subject?" she asked. "Sort of. Are you sated?"

"Yes. Perfectly so. That's the problem."

Torovan would say no more on the issue, and instead changed the conversation to replenishing their supplies. Sadrith suggested a stop in Riverwood, and he agreed.

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romanaisalive · 1 year ago

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broken

Whumptober 2023

No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.”

Concerning Us universe - long-standing Sanctuary fic, as far from canon at this point as it could be without going all AU.

James is dying. John and Janine are Not Dealing Well.

Warnings: future canonical character death

“What about your left brace?” murmured Janine.

“It’s broken,” answered James quietly. “I didn’t have a replacement ready.”

She furrowed her brow and caught John’s gaze. He looked just as confused as she felt.

Why?, she switched to the mental link.

James shook his head and nodded towards Helen who seemingly just finished solving the puzzle they were standing around.

I’ll explain later.

She could feel John’s anxiety as they listened to Helen’s directions. In the almost-seventy years (seventy? more?) James wore the exoskeleton he never once forgot to have backup pieces on hand. Never. Not even during the two world wars.

The feeling she had before they got on the road returned, something was terribly, horribly wrong.

Fortunately they got the same piece of the task, the late Gregory Magnus knew them well enough. James leaned on John’s shoulder and they slowly walked through the corridor Helen found, up to the two doors with riddles over them. As they got close they stopped hearing their own steps. She reached out and pulled on the mental links tying them together, bringing the others close so they could talk. She could almost touch John’s fear around them and a deep pain from James, too deep for her to see the source of it.

What is going on?, she asked again.

Let me solve it first, answered James. Then I will tell you everything.

John squeezed her shoulder, seeking support just as much as offering it. His thoughts mixed with hers, James withdrawing a little to think.

Something is very wrong.

We will solve it, she thought, projecting more confidence into the space between the two of their minds than she really felt. We always do.

John wasn’t convinced.

She wasn’t either.

James reached out again, she pulled him back into the mental space.

Left one, he said confidently. Let’s go.

John pulled them closer, completely unnecessarily, and teleported. They arrived into a ridiculously small room, with a single key dangling on a rope from the ceiling.

“Okay,” she said out loud. “What is going on?”

James put his other arm over her shoulders so all three of them were standing in a group hug, clutching each other. She felt the others’ heartbeat like her own.

“The artifact is failing,” James said, tightening his grip on their arms. “This exoskeleton will run out any time now.”

No. No no nonono.

Her desperation mixed with John’s, she could barely breathe.

“Stop,” said James, but he was choked up as well. His regret touched their desperation, they were drowning in it. “Stop. We all knew this was going to happen.”

That they did. James refused any permanent way to lengthen his life, the artifact powering his exoskeleton was a temporary solution that was never going to last forever. But…

“Why didn’t you say something?” asked John, holding them impossibly close. “We could have…”

“Don’t you dare.” James was quiet but forceful. “You couldn’t have done anything and I didn’t want you to. I wanted our last weeks to be happy, not shadowed by my death.”

“And what if we didn’t ask? You just… die, without even saying goodbye?” John’s voice was thick with tears.

“I wanted to tell you, eventually. Once we were safely here.”

Janine swallowed.

I thought we were going to have more time.

Me too, answered James. But if it’s my time to go, this is how I want it. Surrounded by everyone, on one last adventure.

“But…” whispered John.

I’m sorry, old boy. I’m sorry I can’t stay until the end.

Janine squeezed her eyes shut. Their thoughts, their feelings, their whole beings were so close, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other two began.

I need you both to promise me something. I got close to a solution but it’s not done yet. Promise me you will finish and use it.

Of course, said John.

That’s not all, continued James. Once you’ve used it I need you to promise…

Janine shook her head.

Don’t say it. Please.

Sad understanding swirled through the mental space but James didn’t stop.

I need you to promise me that you will live. Go, see the world like we planned to. Do whatever makes you happy, help Declan in London, run away to the other end of the world, I don’t care. Just live.

James…

Promise. For me, for each other, if not for yourselves. I need to know you will live.

I promise, said John. For you two.

Me too, she said. For you and John.

They were going to have to try, even if she couldn’t imagine how.

They were broken without James.

#whumptober 2023 #no.5 #it's broken #concerning us #sanctuary

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thedarkheretic156 · 2 years ago

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VI_Eternal Flame_VI

Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX❧

warnings: none.

The old folklore of the east whispers of a terrible power. Wielded by a lone demigod, fated to walk through the eras the dark fires of hell dancing on her fingers. With no regard for human life, she was fated to be feared and worshipped. But fate is a bitch. Now cursed to be stripped of her powers and doomed to mortality she finds herself in the care of a sworn rival. The great Daiyoki of the west.

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❧ Home

Kagura's face twisted in a daunting smile, the beautiful fan fluttered, the wind rose and I pushed Rin out of the way.

The child wailed as the entire impact of the vortex slammed into me. I was thrown backwards,

Pulling tuffs of soft earth as i tried to dig my nails into the ground.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I pulled myself back on my feet, heart hammering. I looked up in time to see Kagura’s sneer deepen. She sent another wave of wind towards me and it scaled, scaled the trees around me. I rolled away in the nick of time, getting away with only a cut on my cheek. On the brighter side she seemed to focus all her energy on me, forgetting Rin. I only hoped the child had the brains to start running.

She flicked her wrist and the fan gleamed morbidly; the impact hit me right in my stomach. I gagged as I was thrown backwards, painfully hard into a tree stump. I blinked stars out of my eyes as I braced myself for what could be the next blow, but something beat her to it. In retrospect, I would have preferred that wind lady over whatever the fuck happened next anytime.

There was a sudden shift in the sky, a cunning entity entirely hidden, now finally revealing itself.

Within moments, the world around me went black. And no, I did not pass out. It was as if I had been pulled inside the mouth of an ancient Deitya Beast. And I would know, because once I was stuck in there for a week- I forced my mind to focus. It wasn’t just some miasma clouding my sight. I was no longer in the forest.

The dark miasma flooded over my senses like a rolling tide. I jerked back, tripping over the hem of my kimono. My ears popped as I crouched lower, covering my ears. I had never felt energy like this, something so vile yet so all encompassing. Like I was facing a churning ocean in all her rage. I forced my eyes open, choking and gasping through the thick poison.

I had to see what abomination of nature held power like that.

“How curious.” The voice said, and my human blood ran cold. The voice had a strange hum, as velvety as a shroud. It came at me from all directions, I spun my head around, what the hell?

“Show yourself coward!” I screamed out.

The reply was a laugh from the pits of hell. Ancient, yet incomplete, a monster that hadn’t stepped into his power yet. I gritted my teeth, the miasma sending pain shooting through my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up with it much longer.

“But I am right here.”

I froze. The thing sat crouched beside me, warm breath tickling the shell of my ear as he whispered. Panic rose in my chest, how the fuck had I not noticed? He hummed curiously, long fingers brushing against the small of my back. This little fuck-

But I couldn’t move. Not one bit. I opened my mouth, but only an estranged yelp came out. Finally, I felt the things that were holding me down. Long dwindling legs, sprawled along my body, like crawling black legs of a spider. Bile rose up by throat.

“Don’t struggle now demigod, in this body you can’t fight me.”

Demigod. My blood chilled as one of the legs wrapped around my throat tapping my cheek playfully.

“You see, I’m not as dense as the mutt.” He said lovingly, “Even in your human body… I can feel your hell fire.” He breathed out. The spider legs tightened around me, pulling me in an embrace, “I can free you.”

Liar.

My rage bubbled inside me. I will kill him; I will kill him slowly.

“Join me and I can return you to your former glory.” His hands slid up my torso, “Power like the one you hold, is rare, you would hold great power in my ranks.”

I felt sick, I could hardly hear his words over the feeling of his crawling limbs across my body. His hand stopped on my chest, palm pressing against my hammering heart. “Submit to me child of hellfire.” For a heartbeat he paused. Panic like I had never felt before rang in my ears. “It was nice meeting you Y/n.”

His talons dug into my chest. The pain nearly blinded me, as his fingers continued to dig deeper charring through my skin. I tried to fight my very being to gain some sort of control, but I couldn’t fight back. He was just too powerful. He was about to carve me out. Blood gurgled as I spluttered out, I couldn’t do anything.

I closed my eyes in absolute defeat, scouring down within myself trying to grapple on to any shred of power I could conjure. But I couldn’t. There was nothing. Tears streamed down my face as a final broken sob tore out of my throat.

Empty, empty and empty. What a horrible end to a sad story. For the first time since I lost my powers, I stopped fighting.

And the magic exploded.

It wasn’t mine. It couldn’t have been. It was bright, blistering, like I had looked directly at the run. The beam shot through me, pulling a wall of pure sacred power between me and the thing. I was pushed forward, I stumbled on hard ground, falling face first into sand.

Naraku was taken aback by the pain, the light that threw him back was sacred magic, pure yet unyielding. It was impossible for the demigod to hold any magic energy in her human form. It sizzled through his limbs, he retracted them at once, more surprised than hurt. What in the world?

I was… I was smoking, curls of steam rising off my body. There was no way that was my fire, it was something else entirely. Before me Naraku’s eyes narrowed. For the first time I saw the thing that was holding me down. The dark hair, the sharp face and the crimson eyes. The miasma around us flickered again.

This time I actually saw it. A pure ray of white-hot light shooting across between us, putting enough space for me to scurry away as far as I could manage. My body still felt painfully heavy, I tripped over myself again, heels skidding on the soft muck underneath me. The darkness around me thinned and I fell with a sad thud.

“TESSAIGA!”

The attack cut through the wind, slicing through the remaining miasma. Just as quickly as it had appeared, the spider’s miasma disappeared. My chest heaved as I gulped down clear air again. As my eyes adjusted I realized I wasn't in the darkness anymore.

,"Are you alright?" A voice asked as a figure ran towards me helping me to my feet. I groaned in response, my head still ringing, my skin stung where the spider had wrapped it's talons. But the pain on my chest was unbearable. I tried to look at the young man holding me up by my arm, but more splintering pain erupted across my body. I collapsed on the ground again. Eyesight blurring.

"She's bleeding, be careful Miroku." A woman's voice said sharply. The girl set down her bow, as she crouched down beside me, the pain dulled and I tried to focus on her features.

"I'm fine." I mumbled out, pulling my arm free of the man's grip.

"Easy there love, that was a nasty miasma you were caught up in." The man said. I tried to stand up but my legs gave in, I groaned in defeat as the bow girl eased me on the ground.

“Her chest- God, Sango, hand me my bag now.”

“So it was Naraku.” The man said.

Naraku?

“I’d know his rotten scent anywhere.” The boy grumbled. He scratched the back of his head. I tried to look at him, white hair, amber eyes… were those ears on the top of his head?

“we’ll have to clean her wound right away Kagome.” Another voice said, “otherwise the poison from the miasma will infect it beyond help.”

The voices sounded underwater.

Don’t fight the fatigue Y/n.

For once I complied and closed my eyes.

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I jerked awake and someone beside me jumped violently.

“Seven hells!”

I had just snapped out of the most peaceful sleep I had gotten in days. I looked around a little bewildered and the girl sat up by my side at once.

“Its okay we won’t hurt you!” The young girl said, putting her hands up in assurance. I stared at her wide brown eyes, wasn’t she the one who bandaged me up? my heart twinged at the thought. Her aura, it reminded me of Wei.

“Try sitting up.” The older woman said gently. I shifted, sitting up. I was expecting blinding pain, but it never came. I was fine. I blinked up at her in surprise and the woman grinned, “Looks like your herbs worked Kagome! You’re getting really good at this.”

The upper part of my kimono was bloody and ripped. The top half fell open as I sat up, showing my chest wrapped securely in bandages. The guy in the monk style clothes pinned his eyes on my breasts and the other woman kicked him hard.

“You’ll be fine now,” she said softly. I could feel the bitter taste of herbs in my mouth. They must have fed me something too. Even after the awful encounter, my body felt well rested. The unbearable pain replaced with a dull throb.

Why daughter of the hills, you keep getting lucky.

I put a hand on the bandages, feeling the soft thump of my petrified yet working heart. I had somehow survived.

“Thankyou.” I told her. More sincerely than I had ever talked to a human. “I owe you my life.”

The girl with the bow blushed, “It’s quite alright. Not a big deal.”

I stared at the quizzical faces before me,

“I know you must have questions,” I started.

The monk dude winked. “We could start with your name~”

“Wei.” I told them, ignoring him.

Lying to the ones who showed you such kindness. You really are a wicked thing.

“And what job does that Naraku have with a lady?” Miroku sang, he slipped his fingers through mine, gazing at me intently, “Tell me little dove, where did you come from?”

“I’m from…” my voice trailed off, I couldn’t risk telling them the truth, “I’m not from here.” I said.

The girl who did my bandages gave me a half smile, “It’s okay, I’m kinda far from home too.”

“My name is Kagome, that’s Sango, Miroku but you can ignore him and that-“ she pointed to the boy I had scared earlier, “Inuyasha! Why are you sulking all the way over there?” she snapped at him.

I scratched my neck. Inuyasha? Why does that name sound familiar now. The half demon looked at me skeptically, “She smells weird, its almost like… urgh forget it.” He said looking away.

“You’re being rude!” Kagome yelled back him. These two seemed to get along.

“Wei,” The other girl with pink makeup… Sango, asked. She sat down beside me, setting her huge weapon aside. “What did Naraku want from you?”

“I don’t know.” I said bitterly, “I don’t even know who he was, I had literally never even heard of him before.” I closed my eyes, head still throbbing.

"I was someplace else before - and then i was in that purple slushy thing- and now I'm… here." I explained. I looked around my surroundings for the first time. From the auburn sky I could tell it was already late evening.

We stood on a levelled hill top. The mountain range was huge, surrounding us in a circle. Against the evening sky they looked like deformed hunchbacks. There wasn’t any greenery on the mountains, just dark, unfertile sand. Everything about this place filled me with a sense of dread.

“Where is this place?” I asked, my voice hollow.

Sango handed me an apple. “The locals just call it Kuroi Yama, the black mountain.”

“It doesn’t have much human settlement, other than a few villages and a bunch of skeletal birds.” Miroku said, he gave me a cheeky smile, “The monks always had morbid stories of this place.”

“We were demon hunting in a nearby village.” Kagome explained. She turned to inuyasha scowling, “When this idiot just ran off mid fight because he smelled ‘something familiar.’”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, he snapped back at her, but my mind was too busy elsewhere.

I knew the place;

The black sand hills, the same place my great- grandfather burnt down the entire enemy fleet, charring the sands of the mountain a forever ashen grey. Such a strange coincidence, I thought. My clan rarely crossed the eastern sea. We didn’t have any history in the western lands. Nothing except maybe just this one place. I picked up a fistful of the dark sand, letting it fall through my fingers. And the spider had dragged me back here of all places.

How strange.

“Let’s set up camp here for the night.” Sango said. She looked up at the sky as some skeletal birds squawked distantly. “We have had enough of an adventure for the night.”

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I curled up against the dried-up tree bark, the evening shadow of its branches eerily similar to the spider’s. Sango had kindly lent me one of her spare clothes. I had just pulled it over my previous kimono like a blanket.

I watched the campfire before me crackle. Behind me Inuyasha’s eyes were pinned on the horizon, as if he was making sense of something beyond him. I continued to stare at the flames, holding back every instinct to just put my fingers through it.

Fire is not your friend anymore Demigod. Play with it and it will sear through you.

“Careful not to burn yourself.”

I looked up. “Oh, Kagome.” I said as the young girl sat down beside me.

She brushed her dark hair over her shoulder, “How are you doing?”

I shuddered, “I… don’t know.” And I truly didn’t.

In my head I counted the remaining nights. 4 more moons. I was foolish to think I would die before the prophecy. The crone would not grant me that mercy, while I was fated to die, I had to die on her terms not the spider’s.

Kagome seemed to consider my answer.

“If Naraku was targeting you that means something.” Kagome said.

I pressed the fear down. Naraku had come after me because he knew I was the demigod. But why would he want me dead? It wasn’t that the FireLords didn’t have any enemies. Half of east would rejoice my death, but what did this spider want?

Inuyasha nodded as he walked over, “He doesn’t just go after small fry. He has minions to do that, the wind lady and that short white-haired kid an-

“The point is,” Kagome cut him off, “Even if you don’t know why, if Naraku wants you dead he will see it through. He’s dangerous.”

She pursed her lips, “Wei, we can’t help you, if you can’t tell us who you are.”

I closed my eyes considering my options. I had no fucking idea where I was. I had no fucking idea if Sesshomaru could even find me here. Or if he wanted to. For now, this odd group had shown me kindness, but I wondered how long that would last. If I told them my real identity, they for sure would forsake me. Who needs a cursed demigod doomed to meet death? But I couldn’t keep lying to them either.

“I’m from the east.” I said finally.

Inuyasha’s eyes widened, “Really?” he asked, “Never met anyone from there before.”

“Yeah.” I replied, “My father… he is related to the firelords of the East.”

“Although human!” I added quickly, “We’re both human, I mean.”

“As for how I got here is-“ I sighed morbidly, “It’s a long treacherous story I won’t bore you with. But right now, I can’t go home. Not like this. So I’m pretty much stuck in the west.”

Kagome put a hand on my shoulder, “What about your mother?”

I opened and closed my mouth.

“I never knew her.” I replied, no longer lying. I hugged my knees to my chest, no one had really asked me about her before. “I have no memories of her.”

Something like sympathy settled in Inuyasha’s eyes, he kicked a small pebble out of his way, “Parents are overrated anyways.” He grumbled out. “You just stick with us.”

I blinked at him, “What?”

There was a ferocity in his amber eyes, I knew in a different situation we would get along well. “Naraku is sure to come after you again, thankfully for you we’re already on his hitlist. What’s one more?”

Something like warmth tickled my insides. “I couldn’t bear to be a burden.”

Kagome’s eyes flickered, “You wouldn’t be.” She told me. “And yes, Inuyasha is right, most of us here don’t have the nicest idea of home, I think you’ll fit in.”

I couldn’t help but peek a smile. “Okay.” But my heart still weighed down. I couldn’t put the picture of Rin’s tear-soaked face as I had pushed her away, screaming at her to run. Maybe it was better for the child to think I was dead. The sinking feeling deepened. What if she didn’t make it back? What if Kagura caught up with her after the spider took me? What if-

Urgh, what was the matter with me? The situation I was in with Sesshomaru was temporary, neither of us wanted to be in it. The human child was bound to die in a couple of centuries any ways. Why should it matter to me so much? It shouldn’t, but it did.

I didn’t want to admit to myself but I was hoping to go back to Rin, quietly hoping that I somehow find my way back. How embarrassing.

I pushed that thought away, “Inuyasha you said that Naraku was after you too, why is that?”

Inuyasha shrugged, “It’s another long story, and it involves far too much fighting… even for me.”

Kagome rolled her eyes, “Do you know anything about the shikon jewel?” she asked me.

I dug into the apple, “you mean the pearl thing that can grant a yokai God like power?”

Inuyasha and Kagome exchanged a glance. “Naraku is hell bent on collecting all of its pieces. If he attacked you, there must be something that connects you to it.”

I stared at Kagome, “You mean to tell me the jewel is real?”

She shook her head, “Unfortunately.”

A heavy silence fell over. I had only ever heard of the jewel in casual talk. Something voyagers and guests from the east would chat about. For me it was an old wives’ tale. What could it possibly have to do with me.

“If what I heard about the jewel is correct… if that spider dude-

“Naraku” inuyasha corrected me under his breath.

“Well, if he gets his hands on it, he’ll-“ I gulped down the thought. The memory of his miasma choking me. It sent violent chills down my spine. He was already too powerful, with the jewel, I doubted if even I with my hellfire could defeat him.

“Which is why we can’t let it happen.” Inuyasha stated. I blinked at the young man before me. Now why did he looks so familiar?

“Dinner’s ready!” Sango’s voice called, the woman appeared with Miroku, each carrying a delicious smelling bowl.

��Here’s yours, Wei” She said, setting one in my hands, “Don’t be shy.”

I stared as the small fire demon ran to me and curled in my lap. Well. As with Ah-Un, fire demons really could sense that I was something more.

“Kirara!” Sango, exclaimed, “He doesn’t usually do that.”

I watched as the group huddled together by the fire. Sango chatted to Miroku animatedly just as Kagome said something and everyone laughed. Kirara purred in my lap. I realized this might be the closest I would be to home. I looked up at the sky sending a thought to the companions i had until now.

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Sesshomaru stared at what had become of the forest. Her sword in his hand trembled with rage. The miasma still hung in the air, charred remains of the portal had seared itself into the nearby trees. What in the actual fuck had happened here.

His lips twisted in a scowl as he noticed the blue scrap of her kimono stuck on one of the tree's charred remains. The sword in his hand grew white-hot. Humming with life like a heart outside of its body. With all of his being Sesshomaru just wanted to leave it at that. Throw away the sword and forget about this strange human here and now. He had let her overstay and Rin had gotten too attached.

But something pricked at his soul. The razor sharp grin, the sheer audacity of that wiry mountain girl before him. Like him being a daiyokai didn't faze her one bit. The first time he had seen her, she was half-dead, caked in yokai entrails, but Sesshomaru swore he saw violet-blue hellfire flash in her eyes. How does a human bring anger like that?

He felt himself bare his fangs as he whiffed out the sent of her blood. Human as she may have been she was still under his protection. He was about to tear through the heavens themselves if it meant getting her back.

His eyes shifted to the Yokai sword in his hands, "Lead me to her." he growled out, the ancient markings on the sheath gleamed, blazing so hot smoke curled off of them.

The Daiyokai took that as a yes and kicked off into the sky.

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Parts: ❧ I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX❧

Ay loves thankyou for reading!

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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He’d be so freaking mean too omg

like all “Shut the fuck up, did I say you could fucking speak?” spitting at you when you’re panicking, blubbering out anything to get him to stop.

Originally he was just going to spank you until your skin had broken, until there were raw welts across your ass and thighs, bruised and sensitive to the slightest breeze. Levi would want you to remember and suffer with the pain for as long as he had to suffer and endure the pain of almost loosing you. The hurt of knowing that you’re still trying to run, still trying to get away from him.

But now he knows that the pain of a few smacks won’t be enough to convey the ache you put his heart through. The ripping, tearing, long-lasting suffering afflicting him whenever you show your disdain for him. He masks it with anger, with the poorly restrained attitude of a trainer correcting its pupil, but the hurt is still there.

Levi knows it’s all wrong, everything that he does to you. But in a twisted, fucked up way, you deserve it. Deserve it for catching his eye, and being nice to him even when he was a bitch (which was always), for letting things progress to this point - a relationship filled with suffering and heartache.

It’s all your fault.

That’s what he tells you when the man hisses at you to shut up again, delivering another resounding smack to your rear to convey the seriousness of his point.

“Brat. What did you think you’d gain from running? Huh?”

He’s so aggressive, pulling your hair, smacking you around, his hands stinging with the abuse he’s littering across your skin. When you attempt to garble out another plea for mercy, for forgiveness, Levi grabs your face in one hand and pinches, pulling you towards himself with a cruel expression. “You don’t get to ask for an ounce of goddamn mercy. I am being merciful, you stupid little shitstain.”

The sheets are smeared with the slightest bit of blood.

“Now be fucking quiet.”

You can’t help the yelps of pain that are smacked out of you when Levi’s hand connects to your raw flesh, immediately sobbing and biting your lip as tears soak the sheets, mingle with the blood.

Levi’s so pissed, he doesn’t care how hard you’re trying to be silent. With a growl of frustration, he grabs the back of your neck, hauling you up onto your knees on the bed.

A palm strikes hard against your cheek, whipping your head to the side and then it strikes again in the exact same spot.

“Are you so stupid that you can’t get it through that tiny fucking brain of yours - this is a punishment. I’m in charge. I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. I own you.”

Your ears feel like they’re filled with cotton, you can’t stop the wretched sobs heaving from your chest. Levi is furious.

He maneuvers you until you’re on your hands and knees facing away from him, barely able to hold yourself up through the fuzzy panic filling your body, weighing you down and making you dizzy.

More spanking is expected, and you’re already struggling to brace yourself for the inevitable hit when instead, hot fingers covered in cold lube grip your ass, pull the cheeks apart.

Levi ignores the way your breath catches in your throat, how your body freezes completely and your tears start falling faster. He doesn’t care about your comfort right now, he’s trying to prove a point.

His nails are blunt and short - the man keeps his hands neat and clean. It just means you’re forced to feel the full sensation of Levi’s fingertips probing at your ass.

“You better relax, or else I’ll shove my entire fist up your ass and fuck you with it until you bleed out.” Levi snarls, and you realize you’re shaking terribly, almost convulsing as you force your hole to relax and stop clenching.

A finger worms it’s way inside, painful and entirely too fast, too soon. But Levi doesn’t care. You deserve to be in pain.

He only wants to work two fingers inside of you, just enough so that he can spread his digits and open your hole a little. Levi knows you’ll probably tear and bleed anyway tonight, but he’s not looking to actually kill you, so he squirts lube directly into your hole, sneering when you clench at the sensation and it makes a disgusting squelching sound.

“You aren’t trying to take a shit, stop that.”

As if you could control the way your body reacted to painful stimulus.

Levi fishes out his cock, doesn’t even bother with removing his clothes. He’s going to fuck some sense into you, make you understand pain and consequences, and then he’s going to leave you lying in a puddle of your own tears. You’re pathetic.

He taps his cock against your hole, jaw set in anger, thinking about how he’d felt to hear that you’d somehow gotten loose in the barracks, running through the halls and trying every single door, hoping to find a way out. Good thing all the cadets, all the staff - they knew to who where you belonged.

“L-Le-L-N-n-n” You managed, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You wanted to say no, tell him to stop, that you’d listen and be good and do whatever he said, if only he would please not do this.

But all your mushy syllables gained you was a violent slap to your rear, Levi seething. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you? Can’t do anything right, useless brat.”

And with that, he was pushing inside, forcing his way into your body, relentless and uncaring of the extreme pain he was putting you in.

A horrified wail tumbled from your lips, body jolting and spasming and struggling to lurch away from the assault, but Levi held you easily in place, exactly where he wanted you.

“Don’t, you brought this upon yourself.” He ground out, your walls squeezing the tip of his cock almost painfully, so tight and convulsing wildly as your body tried to force him out.

He was tired of talking, tired of trying to get through to you with words.

In no time, he was fully inside you, lube easing the way, blood joining and slicking your passage even more. As his hips pulled back, the gross mixture dripped to the bed below, staining his sheets. Levi was disgusted.

But he pushed forward, finding his rhythm with quick swings of his hips, pummeling your insides with barely a care for your wellbeing.

Maybe he was sick, but it felt good.

It felt good to see you in so much pain, mourning the choices you had made to lead up to this moment.

It felt good to feel you squeezing at his cock so intensely, body reacting in violent spasms that felt exciting and made Levi’s balls tingle.

Usually Levi would at least try to help you cum. A hand between your legs with he fucked you, fingers flicking against your clit. Having you ride him and control the pace so you could bounce until you reached your peak. Fingering you after your hole was loose and sloppy from his cock, curling his digits just so that they rubbed against your G-spot and made you squirm on each thrust.

But now Levi had no desire to make you feel good. You had made him feel awful; he was just returning the favor.

Seeing you like this, struggling underneath him to stay conscious through the hurt, crying and sobbing his name even though the man had told you to shut your fucking mouth, taking what he dished out....

Levi felt warm.

That stupid, syrupy warmth rising in his chest, threatening to spill out his mouth by way of foolish words.

“I love you.” Is what he wants to say, press himself down until he’s flush with your back, mouth next to your ear so he can shamefully whisper it just so you can hear.

You’re in so much pain, writhing and jolting, clawing at the sheets - Levi doubts you’d even understand him if he said anything at this point.

So he lets his body talk for him, hips speeding up as he felt his balls tighten, cock twitching inside your hole and you screech in agony. He won’t drag this out any longer, you’ve learned your lesson, remembered who it is you’re supposed to love.

Levi grabs your hips, clutches onto you with white knuckles and pounds home, faster and faster until he feels himself let go, cock twitching wildly as your hole squeezes him down.

When he pulls out, the cum that drips down your thighs is tinted pink.

Levi’s reminded of the color of love.

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nightowlfandom · 4 years ago

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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!”

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off.

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded.

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point.

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime.

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!”

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?”

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?”

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you.

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door.

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him.

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?”

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead.

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind.

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound.

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear.

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest.

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping.

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face.

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed.

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

#slasher imagines #slasher fan fiction #imagines #slashers #slasher x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface imagines #billy x reader x stu #scream imagines #billy loomis imagines #stu macher imagines #horror imagines #poly ghostface

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mimisempai · 2 years ago

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Even in your dreams, I will protect you

Summary

A lecture on World War II and the memories it brings to the surface are causing Hob to have a terrible nightmare. Fortunately, Dream is there to help him to get through it.

Notes

Prompt #5 - “You’ll catch me, right?” - “Always.”

For @l0vel3ss-l1nds3y

On AO3

Rating T - 990 words

Hob pulled one last time on the belts of his parachute, stood in front of the door frame, feeling the wind in spite of his gear.

In front of him was the dark night.

The only light was the red light turning green.

"Go!"

Legs forward, hand on the handle of the lap-pack chute, head forward, he jumped into the black sky.

He didn't shout anymore after so many jumps.

The wind hit his face.

He was on automatic pilot.

It was ingrained in him, despite the night, he knew the exact moment when he should pull on the straps of his parachute.

3... 2... 1...

Nothing.

Not the usual feeling of pulling back.

With his heart beating a little faster, he pulled again.

Still nothing.

No parachute above him.

With nothing to stop him, his body gained speed and passed the first parachutists who had jumped before him.

He was so out of breath that he could not scream.

He heard a voice, "Sergeant Gadlen!"

Then nothing but the ground coming closer and closer.

So he braced himself for impact.

It was going to hurt.

He couldn't die, but he could suffer.

This time he couldn't hold back his cry, "Nooooooo!"

Hob woke up with a cold sweat and jumped to his feet, expecting to be somewhere else. But when he looked around, he saw only the familiar walls of his room lit by the moonlight filtering past the window. The curtains fluttered softly as the summer night wind blew in through the half-open window.

Hob ran a hand over his face and let himself fall back onto his pillow with a soft thud, trying to breathe slowly to calm the pounding of his heart, still reeling from his nightmare.

"Hob?"

He wished he hadn't woken Dream up, but he had to admit that the sound of his voice and his presence at his side had such a calming effect that he overcame his feelings of guilt.

He didn't even hesitate to turn to Dream and clutch his shirt.

His lover asked with a concerned voice, "Hob, what's wrong?"

Hob breathed, "A nightmare... just a nightmare."

Dream asked softly, " May I touch you?"

Hob, with his head against Dream's chest, nodded and immediately felt strong, slender arms wrap around him and holding him close.

Hob was still trying to catch his breath and calm his heartbeat so Dream just held him, gently brushing his hair and stroking his back.

Hob felt the touch of a gentle kiss on the top of his head as Dream's voice whispered, "You want to tell me about it?"

Hob's first reaction was to shake his head. He couldn't, he didn't want to think about it and Dream soothed him with another kiss and a soft caress on his tangled hair.

"Shh, that's okay. You don't have to talk about it. Only if you want to."

Then, Hob, after a few moments of silence, his heartbeat finally returning to a normal rhythm, said in a barely audible voice, "I... I think I want to tell you."

Dream hummed as Hob wrapped his arms around Dream's waist and sighed, breathing in his comforting smell that had become so familiar.

"I think that my class today triggered this nightmare. It was about the end of World War II and specifically the various operations to end it. Having been there, you can imagine the memories. I was in the British 6th Airborne Division and participated in Operation Varsity. We were ordered to take two German villages, force the withdrawal of German troops and secure three bridges. When we were dropped from the Bristol Bombay, a troop transport plane, my parachute malfunctioned and opened later than expected. As a result, the landing was rather painful as you can imagine."

Hob winced at the memory of hitting the ground and could almost still feel the pain.

Dream tightened his arms around him and Hob continued, "I was repatriated with numerous fractures and after many months of recovery, I was discharged and that's how I was forced to change my profession." He added with a half-smile, "for the better."

Dream's arms clenched even tighter around him as he whispered, "You're safe now."

Hob didn't know if Dream was reassuring himself or seeking to reassure Hob at that moment. However he finished his story, "I still have the same nightmare of the moment the parachute doesn't open and I wake up at the moment of impact with the ground."

He shuddered at the images the memory's recounting triggered and slipped his hands under his lover's shirt, his fingers running over every inch of warm, velvety skin he could reach. As if it helped him realize that Dream was there and so was he. That he was safe in his lover's arms.

Dream lowered his head and kissed him gently, just enough to reassure him. The kiss lingered, comforting and soothing, making the last vestiges of Hob's nightmare disappear.

When they finally parted to breathe, Dream rested his forehead against Hob's and whispered against his lips, "I will never let anything happen to you again. Even in your nightmares. I pledge that to you."

Hob swallowed, "I know."

Dream held him close and, resting his chin on his hair, said softly, "Sleep now, my Hob. You are safe now."

He continued to lull Hob to sleep with gentle caresses and tender words of comfort, until he finally felt sleep take him.

Hob pulled one last time on the belts of his parachute, stood in front of the door frame, feeling the wind in spite of his gear.

In front of him was the dark night.

The only light was the red light turning green.

But instead of the expected 'Go!', he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and found himself facing Dream who said softly, "Go my Hob."

Hob asked softly, "You'll catch me?"

Dream replied, "Always."

Hob jumped.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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bright-whump · 4 years ago

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Normally calm & stoic whumpee now broken, starving, thirsty, just begging to be let go / for the torture to stop…..lots of pleading…..

why hello anon 👀 💕 one very broken whumpee coming right up

implied torture, but nothing like...described

“Do you even know how beautiful you are when you cry?”

They don’t mean to. They never, ever meant to cry, not once, but now it seems it’s all they do.

And they know Caretaker would probably be embarrassed by them, if they saw Whumpee like this. Whumpee had promised them they’d be strong, always. They’d promised. They’d never been anything less.

But then...they hadn’t expected this to happen. They had never expected to be captured by the most cruel person they’ve ever known and hurt again and again and again until everything they were was gone and they’re not sure what’s left but...it’s not them anymore. It’s...it’s...

“Poor thing...poor, poor thing.”

Whumpee sniffles, wiping under their nose, trying to compose themselves, defiance flickering up in them at the taunting, but then Whumper comes closer, does nothing but step forward and Whumpee is sobbing again, uncontrollable, curling into themselves and shielding their head to try and protect themselves against whatever’s coming next.

It’s never good. It’s never anything good. It’s beatings and torture and pain and Whumpee can’t fucking take it anymore. No more, no more, no more...

“Oh, sweetheart…” Whumper purrs, crouching down and petting through Whumpee’s hair, always feigning comfort and kindness until they’re not. “What’s that? Hmm? What are you saying?”

“Nnn...nnn...no more,” Whumpee manages to whine out, and then can’t seem to stop the rest of the pleas from falling from their cracked lips. “Please...please! Please no more, please stop...please...please...I c-can’t, I just—I can’t—”

The hand tightens in their hair, tugging their head up, and Whumpee braces themselves for a blow.

Only it doesn’t come. Whumper just stares down at them, surveying the damage they’ve caused.

“God,” Whumper says, with too much pride in their voice. “Look what I’ve done to you. Look at yourself. If only your darling Caretaker could see you now. Do you think they’d be ashamed? Oh, of course they would be.”

“I want—" Whumpee gasps, and then cuts off, frightened.

Whumper strokes under their chin with their other hand, smirking. “Want what, sweetheart? Caretaker? You want them? Oh, I know. I know you do. You miss them terribly, don't you? But...you know they wouldn’t want you anymore, right? They wouldn’t want anything to do with you...not after what I’ve turned you into.”

Whumpee looks up at them, eyes wide and desperate, questioning without ever speaking aloud.

“Nothing,” Whumper says. “I’ve turned you into nothing, little Whumpee. There’s nothing left. Look at you. Shivering, begging at my feet, cowering...it’s…it’s…”

They laugh, and Whumpee flinches.

“It’s pathetic,” they finish, and it is. It is. But they’re so hungry and tired and cold and they still just want to go—

“Home,” Whumpee whispers, desperately, and then starts to cry again. “Please...please...please…”

“Oh, sweetheart…” Whumper says, bringing them into a far too tight hug, one that squeezes the air from Whumpee’s lungs and makes them squirm even knowing it’s hopeless.

“This is your home. This is the only place you’ll be again until you die.”

Whumpee doesn’t have the breath to respond, though they’re not sure what they would even say. Maybe something venomous, back in the beginning. Maybe a retort of how they’re wrong, because Caretaker is coming for them.

But Caretaker isn’t coming. Whumpee doesn’t know how long it’s been, but they’re sure of that, now. No one is coming for them.

They’re going to die here, suffering, and it hurts almost more than anything Whumper could physically do to them.

Almost.

Whumper releases them, tosses them back onto the dirty cellar floor. Whumpee gasps, and dares to look up at their captor.

And then Whumper brings out their knife from the holder on their belt, and smiles as Whumpee shrieks and scrambles into the corner, protecting themselves best they can when they know nothing is going to stop the pain that’s coming. It never does.

“Now, now...let’s see about helping you forget all those troubles on your mind…”

#captivity #captivity whump #defiant whumpee #or ...used to be.#whump #whump writing #whumpee and whumper #implied torture #taunting #emotional whump #begging #txt #bright.writes

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clairecrive · 4 years ago

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"it’s been months since we broke up and i just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you" nikolai x reader with a happy ending pls?

A/n: I can't help myself but give my best man a happy ending, sorry not sorry. Hope you like it x

Warnings: angst, confrontation, happy ending

Word count: 2K

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A knock on the door in the middle of the night wasn't something you were expecting to happen. Merely because you were not expecting anyone. Even though, to be fair, it wasn't that late. And considering how everyone's so busy these days, with the Darkling threat looming over your heads, everyone is required to put in some work to plan a strategy that will assure our victory. Or at least, to contain the damage that surely the Shadow Summoner had planned to inflict upon those who had betrayed him.

Sleep was a luxury these days, so really, you shouldn't have been surprised by someone calling for you. Sighing, you walked to the door wrapping your robe around your body.

When your eyes fell onto the person behind the door, you froze. Now this, was a surprise.

You definitely weren't expecting your ex-boyfriend to knock on your door in the middle of the night a month after your break up.

"Nikolai?" the surprise was clear in your voice as well as weariness. If he was here that meant that something terrible must have happened.

"Were you sleeping?" he shuffled on his feet. As if seeing at your door after all this time wasn't baffling enough, his insecurity certainly was.

You shook your head. "Has something happened?"

"Yes," he said rolling his shoulders back. You stood taller as well, bracing for the bad news. "it’s been months since we broke up and I just found one of your old sweatshirts in my wardrobe and it’s making me miss you," he added and pulled something from behind his back.

It was your sweatshirt indeed, one of your favourites, certainly the most comfortable one. One that you usually used to sleep but it was also the one that you had left in his rooms. The break-up had been sudden in the sense that it had been a long time in the making but the bubble had broken abruptly, leaving you no time to retrieve your stuff.

Well, you could have gone to him and ask for your things but you had spent the last month trying to avoid him.

"Nikolai-" now your words were tentative, a slight warning in them. There was a reason why things had ended, after all.

"No, please, just hear me out." There was no insecurity in his voice anymore, nor in his body language. You knew the man in front of him, painfully aware of how stubborn he was. And the truth was that you had missed him too. Being so close to him and yet so far away had been one of the hardest things you had to do.

So you relented. With a nod, you let him in your room.

You closed the door and when you turned around you saw him sitting on your bed. You took a couple of step towards him but decided to stand at a safe distance from him. Nikolai's eyes were on you and you shifted on your feet under his gaze.

"What's there left to say?" You spoke since he didn't. His presence was unnerving enough on its own, embarrassing silence wasn't a surplus you needed.

"I'm aware of why we broke up, what you think. But I need you to know that it was a huge misunderstanding." He said, squaring his shoulders.

You scoffed, crossing your arms on your chest. "Really? And you waited a month to clear the air?"

"It wouldn't have been fair to you for me to have this conversation before." He stated as if he was during one of his diplomatic meetings.

"Because all this time, you've still been flirting with her."

"I wouldn't put it like that..." He slightly grimaced, his eyes leaving yours for the first time to move to his hands.

"Courting, wooing, pursuing, whatever Nikolai. I don't care how you'd put it. I don't care about what you do with her either." Gesturing with your hands, you sneered at his audacity. He wasn't going to get out of this on semantics. Nonetheless, it was over and you didn't want to show just how aggravated seeing him with Alina made you. "It's none of my business." You shook your head and moved towards your window, giving him your back.

"Well, maybe you don't care but I do. Maybe what I have to tell you won't change a thing but I need to at least try." He raised his voice, frustration clear in his words for your attitude. But you couldn't care less, you had just started. "Because this past month without you has been hell and I don't want to spend another day without you." His voice trembled a bit at the end and you knew that it wasn't easy for him to be this vulnerable with you.

"Don't tell Alina that." You teased him in a neutral tone. Back still to him.

"Alina doesn't care, y/n. And neither do I."

"Could have me fooled."

"It would have been a political union." Frustrated, he pointed out. You turned around this time, scoffing at the implicit insult.

"That much I had guessed, Nikolai." You weren't stupid. And you knew Nikolai. As soon as the first wave of pain and betrayal passed, you realized that it must have been a strategic move on his part. Not that it made anything better.

"You...did?" He almost stammered, eyes widening in surprise.

"Of course," you sighed, "but it doesn't make anything better. So if this is all you had to say, I'm afraid it doesn't change anything."

"But- it changes everything. I don't love Alina, I never have." He insisted, standing up from the bed and taking a step in your direction.

"You would have still married her though, wouldn't you?" You pointed out with a rhetorical question that he still felt like answering.

"Well, I-"

"And you didn't tell me anything, did you?" You continued this time without giving him time to speak. "So yes, maybe you didn't love her. Maybe you loved me but would that matter once you were married to her?"

"I'll tell you: no it wouldn't have. Because as much as I loved you, I wouldn't have let you made me your mistress. And you and Alina are good friends, I'm sure you'd grow to love her with time." Your voice has hardened, failing at carelessly exposing an eventual love blooming between them. But Nikolai didn't notice. He was still at the second sentence.

"Loved?"He whispered. Past tense.

"Did you expect me to hold a torch forever?" Your voice softened at his reaction but still- you weren't going to be around forever. He had made his choice, after all.

"Of course not," Nikolai mumbled as he sat down on the bed again and looked down at your sweatshirt still in his hands. You couldn't see his face and you knew that it was a deliberate move. Never had you seen him to defeated and crestfallen. His shoulders slumped, his fingers fisted the material in his hands.

Sighing, you closed the distance between you and sat beside him on the bed. Maybe you had been too harsh but it was an instinct for you to be so defensive. Even though his betrayal had hurt you immensely, hurting him back was never your intention.

"I don't think I could ever stop loving you." You whispered. Eyes latched on your fumbling fingers, you heave a sigh. This felt like the confession it was.

"But you can't expect me to be fine just because you explained Nikolai. It doesn't excuse the lies or the betrayal." You continued, wanting him to understand. Now that everything was out in the open, it was best to speak heart to heart.

"Indeed it doesn't. And I'm sorry I've hurt you, it was never my intention." He agreed and apologised but you shook your head. What good was it an apology now? It wasn't a matter of forgiveness anymore. There was now a lack of trust and you didn't know how to handle it.

"How do you think I would have reacted? What if she said yes, uh? What then, Nikolai? Would an "I love you" fix everything?" Speaking no matter the lump of your throat, you turned to face him. His eyes were already on you. They were glossy and one of his hands reached out to yours to hold it.

"I knew she was going to say no. And I knew that it was a low move on my part considering that you're my whole heart but I couldn't have lived with myself if I didn't at least try," he confessed. You nodded because you knew how much he cared for Ravka's future and having Alina on the throne would no doubt have a positive impact on all fronts.

"Because having her on the throne would have been advantageous for us, for Ravka. It would benefit us in so many ways that I had to try, at least. No matter the sacrifice." The last word came out as a whisper, his eyes flickering between yours and you understood the underlying message. But that was exactly the problem.

"What hurt me the most, Nikolai was that you made the decision for both of us."

"I'm not a strategist but I understand the power Alina holds. It would have still hurt but if you had told me, it would have been different." You explained as his eyes filled with an emotion that you recognized as regret.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I never wanted you to feel like you don't matter to me. Because you do. You have no idea how much you do. And I love you, I really do." His hold on your hands tightened and you were surprised to see how his lower lip trembled a bit.

"I love you too, Kolya." You confessed, unable to pretend the contrary. "But I don't know where to go from here."

"You don't owe me anything, my sweet. I wanted you to know and now you do. That's more than I deserve." One of his hands came up to caress your cheek as he gave you a small smile. You actually leaned to him, missing the touch, the closeness.

You missed him.

And yes, he had made a mistake. Yes, he had hurt you. But was it to the point of no return? To be fair, you knew that nothing had actually happened between him and Alina besides the proposal. And sure, that was certainly enough on its own but in a way that meant that it hadn't actually cheated.

He had surely betrayed your trust and lied to you. But trust could be regained. And work could be done on your relationships so as not to have these communication problems again.

The question is: were you willing to put yourself through that? Because it was not going to be easy. And there was a chance that it wasn't going to work.

His eyes boring on yours, you hoped to convey your insecurity to him. You knew he loved you. And you dearly loved him too. Maybe you could give him a second chance. If love was there maybe it was worth it to put in the effort to make it work.

Scratch that- it definitely was.

"What about what I deserve?" You whispered as your hands wrapped around his on your face.

"Everything and more, my love." His eyes flickered between yours hopefully. Trying to see if he could find the confirmation in them of what your words implied.

"Well, I think that I deserve a prince." You stated with a small smile.

"Even if he's unworthy of you?" He insisted, raising an eyebrow but mirroring your smile.

"I guess I can give him another chance to prove himself."

"He'd be most grateful, my dear. But I'm afraid he'll never deserve you." His face got closer to yours, nose almost touching. He cradled your face in his hands, his thumb stroking your cheeks.

"Enough with the charming, Kolya, I'm already yours. Come and get me." You chuckled with a roll of your eyes before eagerly tugging him closer to you.

"As you wish." He said before he kissed you. Slowly at first, almost as if he couldn't still believe that it was happening. Then with the hold on your face, he pulled you closer angling your face so as to deepen the kiss.

Your old sweatshirt laid discarded on your bedroom floor. Forgotten for the moment as you caught up on your lost time together.

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“may i?”

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff & angst. ❈ word count: 8k

❈ summary: you’re the medic assigned to take care of captain levi as he heals from the explosion. you’re also the only person he tolerates.

alternatively: in which you create prosthetics for humanity’s most war torn soldier.

❈ trigger warnings: manga spoliers. profanity. mentions of violence, blood, gore, and death. mentions of sexual themes.

a/n: levi’s kinda ooc bc i couldn’t write the progress of his relationship with reader without making it longer than it already is. also this is medically inaccurate (re: healing time of broken bones and amputations) for the sake of the plot so pls no one throw hands.

Levi doesn't like looking at mirrors.

There was no tragic backstory behind his distaste for the reflective surface, no deeper meaning or hidden symbolism as one would expect from a man with his past. The reason behind it was simple: he just saw no reason to.

He wasn't vain, wasn't too concerned about his face, didn't care much to look at his physical appearance aside from when he had to cut his hair or get ready for the day to look presentable to his comrades. He knew he was attractive, and effortlessly so. The little letters and gifts he’d received from fans and admirers proved as much, and his title of “Humanity’s Strongest” only added to the appeal. Really, there was no reason for him to always be looking into a mirror.

But now... Levi simply couldn’t understand why that mindset had vanished. It was replaced with the fervor to always be staring at his own reflection— not out of vanity but out of disgust.

The disgust of staring at his mutilated face.

He warily lifts up the small mirror he held in his hand, features contorting into a grimace at the man staring back at him. Scars and cuts littered his cheeks— some deeper than others, but none as terrible as the long jagged scar that ran down the right side of his face. It started from his forehead and ended at his bottom lip, held together by ugly black stitches the medics had hurriedly sewn on him the second he got back to the base. His right eye was split in half, completely useless, completely blind; held together by the same black stitches that donned the ugliest scar of all.

And Levi couldn’t help but think that this man was hideous.

He was hideous.

Levi reaches out with his right hand to touch his scars out of habit. He feels his heart tighten when he realizes there’s only air where his fingers should be and he nearly breaks the small mirror he held in his good hand from how hard he was squeezing it.

The mirror makes a gentle clink as he sets it down onto the mahogany of his desk. Bitterly, he stares at his three fingered right hand. His pointer and middle finger were gone, nothing but pathetic stumps protruding from his knuckles where they used to be. It was still covered in bandages and a makeshift brace so he wouldn’t strain himself when he moved, but he knew it was useless. He couldn’t move those stumps even if he tried.

He probably should’ve been thankful to have made it out of that explosion alive— not unscathed, but alive nonetheless. Though Hange had tried cheering him up (“Look on the bright side, we can wear matching eyepatches now!”) he simply couldn’t find it in himself to celebrate coming back so... useless.

His writing was as legible as chicken scratches. His right eye spasmed in pain every time he blinked. He couldn’t even try to relearn how to use the ODM gear with his new circumstance, and he mentally curses out his orders to stay put and heal.

Too many things were lost, too many people, too many lives.

All because of that damned explosion.

All because of that damned bearded bastard.

Levi is pulled from his thoughts when three soft knocks reverberate throughout his otherwise quiet office, and he rushes to put his eyepatch on and hide the mirror in his desk drawer. He attempts to sit in what he hopes was a seemingly ‘professional’ position but his stiffness gives away his discomfort.

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I’m here for your daily checkup.”

He feels himself release a breath he didn’t even know he was holding once he hears the voice. Your voice.

“Come in.”

The wooden door creaks open before it closes with a soft click, floorboards making minuscule sounds at the weight as you make your way to his desk. Levi pretends to look busy as his good eye scans the document he held in his hand.

The sound of porcelain clinking against porcelain grabs his attention.

“Brought you tea.” You murmured. “I figured it won’t be up to your standards again but I did try my best.”

Levi still doesn’t look up as you set the tray down on his desk, and his good hand reaches for the steaming cup to take a small sip. His eye twitches at the taste.

“If you were going to bring me shit tea anyway then why bother.”

He hears a gentle chuckle but doesn’t see the way you smile at his contradictory words and actions. He made no move to throw the “shit tea” away, something he was infamous for with teas that didn’t meet his standards. Instead, he keeps sipping, gently placing the cup down onto his table once he finished.

“I thought that maybe distracting you with terrible tea would keep your mind off me changing your bandages.” You explained, and Levi nods but doesn’t speak. When silence once again filled the room, interrupted only by the occasional crumple of documents you knew he wasn’t reading, you take it as your cue to pick up your pen and clipboard to start the checkup.

“Have you felt any discomfort or pain in any of your extremities such as your right eye or your right hand?”

“No.”

“Have you felt any throbbing or other sensations in any part of your body?”

“No.”

“Have you experienced any fevers, headaches, dizziness, or sudden spasms in any part of your body?”

“No.”

He hears you set your clipboard down and his skin tingles from your doubtful stare. He didn’t have to look to know it was there. He risks a glimpse at the papers attached to the wooden board in your hands but just as he expected, you didn’t write down any of his answers.

“Have you lied to any or all of the questions I’ve asked during your routine checkup for today?”

“...yes.”

A soft sigh escape through your nose and your eyebrows furrow in disappointment. “Captain, lying to your medic won’t get you to the battlefield faster. You’re of no use to anyone when you’re injured.”

Levi clicks his tongue at your reply but he holds his smart ass comments back. He knew you were right, and it infuriated him so much.

“Fine,” he grits out. “My right eye’s been twitching all day. The fucking stumps on my right hand don’t feel like stumps. It feels like I still have fingers there, and I know it’s complete bullshit since they were lying next to my face when they got blown off.”

His angry glance finally lands on you. “That the answer you were looking for, oh medic of mine?”

It was now your turn to click your tongue. “Not quite,” you mumble, writing down his answers onto the file in your hands. “Feeling your missing limbs even after they’re amputated is normal. It’s called phantom touch.”

You place the clipboard back onto his desk and reach into your pockets, pulling out pristine white gloves before gingerly putting them on.

“Your right eye still spasming though, that’s concerning.” You add. Your hands slowly reach out to his face, and Levi momentarily flinches away out of habit. But you made no move to touch him.

He eyes you warily, tense muscles relaxing even just the slightest as he sees your gentle stare.

“May I?” You ask softly, a caring smile on your face.

Levi only nods, not trusting his words, and he once again tenses up as he feels your hands unbuckle the leather straps of his eyepatch before setting it down onto his table. He keeps his bad eye shut.

Your hands are gentle as you touch his face, touch nothing but a soft caress in such a way that his tender stitches felt no pain. Your eyes are focused on his stitches, lacking any judgement or ill will, and Levi’s suddenly aware of how close you actually were to his face.

Your eyes were beautiful, he noticed. They always were. The little furrow in your eyebrows as you concentrated was cute, and the soft caress of your hands on his cheeks as you inspected his face felt... nice, and dare he even say relaxing. Momentarily, when he finally lets himself adjust to the atmosphere, he lets his tense muscles ease.

“Can you open your right eye, Levi?”

“Y-yeah.”

FUCK.

What the fuck.

Did he just fucking stutter?

Levi’s surprise is only painted on his face for a few mere seconds before he schools his expression back to one of stoicness and neutrality, and he prays to all the existing gods he knew of that you wouldn’t notice.

He risks another glance at you. One of your eyebrows is arched and the corner of your lip is quirked up in a small smirk, but you dared not comment on the captain’s speech mishap.

Fuck. So you did notice.

Before he could try to save face by dishing out some bullshit reprimand of being disrespectful for calling him by his name and not his title, the words die on his tongue as you lean in impossibly close and oh god your noses were almost touching, your eyes are even more beautiful up close, and what the fuck is—

“Captain,” you repeat. “Can you open your right eye please?”

Oh, right.

He doesn’t speak as he does what he was told. He feels his eye open but no vision comes to his senses.

“It’s looking... not so good.” He hears you mumble, face contorted into one of concern. “It’s actually looking pretty bad.”

Levi scoffs. “Not one to beat around the bush, are you.”

You roll your eyes, the small smile once again returning to your lips.

“How long have you been keeping the eyepatch on?” You ask. Your hands are holding his head in place now, grasp a little more firm but not enough to hurt.

“An hour at most.”

“Are you lying again?”

He sighs. “Yes.”

You nod but made no further comment, leaning back to grab the clipboard once more to write down your observations.

“So,” you start. “Are you going to tell me the truth or do I have to poke your bad eye?”

Levi’s lips turn into a frown at the notion. “I’ve kept it on the entire day. And I know you’re probably lying about poking my eye, but in case you’re not, no. I do not want you poking my eye.”

You nod your head again, writing more things down onto your little clipboard.

“You should let it breathe. Keep it on for an hour or two at most but take it off when you sleep. Too much friction with the eyepatch might cause irritation.”

As the consultation draws on, Levi tries (keyword: tries) to be as honest as he could. Not that he could be dishonest when you were so good at snooping out his lies, though. You were already used to his stubbornness.

He wasn’t lying, however, when he tells himself that his heartbeat did not speed up when your hands gently held his own as you changed his bandages and cleaned his amputation; he wasn’t lying when he tells himself that the tips of his ears were not burning a bright red, cheeks flushed as you asked him to take off his shirt; and he definitely wasn’t lying when he tells himself that his dick did not twitch in his pants when your hands caressed his abdomen and back, accidentally hitting sweet spots he didn’t even know existed, to inspect his still purple bruises and healing ribs.

Yeah, he definitely was not lying.

“Okay, I think we’re done for today.” You say cheerfully. “I’ll be back same time tomorrow for another checkup.”

He glances up as he finishes buttoning the last buttons on his shirt. The gloves from your hands are taken off and tucked back into your pockets, and you hand him a small vial full of pills.

“Take one of these, twice a day at most, whenever you feel pain in your right eye.”

“I’m not feeling any—“

“Sure you’re not.” You cut him off with a smile. “I believe you. But feel free to contact me for any pain or discomfort you feel at any time of the day. I’ll be more than glad to find you.”

Levi says nothing, opting to instead stare at you as you gather the now empty teacup and kettle, placing them back onto the tray along with your clipboard and pen.

“Oh, by the way.” You speak, walking towards the door and opening it. You don’t spare him another glance as you finish your sentence. “I don’t think I can prescribe any pills to lessen blood flow to your dick.”

The door shuts with a soft click behind you, and Levi’s momentarily mortified as he processes your words. He risks yet another glance, this time down to his lap.

Shit, he thinks before he sighs. His hands readjust the hard-on in his pants.

Nothing goes past your observant eyes.

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I’m here for your daily checkup.”

“Come in.”

Levi doesn’t bother to look busy like he did last week, you noticed, because this time he was actually busy. Which was odd considering he was taken off paperwork duty until he could write again.

“What’re you up to?” You ask, setting the tray down onto his desk and pouring him a cup of tea. Your eyes curiously glance at the papers scattered about his usually clean desk, each filled with indiscernible writings of his name.

“Trying to write. I’m useless until I can.” He mumbles before he scoffs. “This would be easier if I had all my fingers.”

You nod along to his replies yet made no move to stop him. You picked up your pen and clipboard to write things down as well.

“You’re not supposed to be using your right hand, your amputation is still too tender.”

“Tch, what do you expect me to do then?”

“Uh... use your non-injured, complete left hand?”

Levi blinks at your words, and he has half a mind to slap his forehead for being dumb and not thinking of that. Which he undoubtedly would’ve done had you not pushed the steaming cup of tea closer to his sitting form.

“Have some tea. You look like you’re about to pop a vein.”

Your smart remark is met with silence and a steely glare, and surprisingly, as Levi drank the tea you prepared, he notices it’s not downright terrible.

“Your brew’s better.”

“Yeah. I finally took your advice of using a thermometer to get ‘the perfect temperature’ after you complained about my ‘shitty tea’ for the nth time that week.”

Levi hides his little smirk behind the teacup, silently reveling in his small triumph before setting it down. From the corner of his eye, he notices you eyeing something, and his heart drops as his gaze follows your own.

The mirror. He forgot to hide the mirror.

Discreetly (or as discreet as he could) he takes the mirror and shoves it back into his desk drawer. You had many questions, that much he knew, but he was thankful when you didn’t push it further.

“Shall we begin?” You ask instead.

“Yeah.”

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I’m here for your daily checkup.”

“Come in.”

Levi’s been trying to write again, you surmised, as you glanced at his focused eyes and the tenseness of his shoulders. Scattered papers still littered his desk and he was still trying to write his name. This time though, you were relieved when you saw he was using his left hand.

“Finally took my advice?” You asked, pouring him a cup of tea.

“Regretting it.” He doesn’t look up from his task as he answers, something you noticed he always did. “It’s been three days since I took your advice and my handwriting’s shittier than it was then.”

You smile, hand reaching out to hold his incomplete one that was clenched into a fist on the desk. He immediately stops writing, opting to instead stare at your hand atop his before glancing up at you.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you relax. You might tear your stitches.”

He feels you give his hand a gentle squeeze, and the warmth of your hand is suddenly gone from his own. You reach for the cup of tea you prepared, and he wills his cheeks to not show his blush at the small gesture. You slide the teacup across the table.

“What makes you think holding my hand will make me relax?” He asks snarkily. He reaches for the tea with his good hand.

“Are you relaxed?”

Levi ponders the question in his mind, noticing how his muscles were no longer tense, his shoulders were now slumped down, and his eyebrows were no longer scrunched. He sips the tea.

“Your brew’s still shit.” He replies instead.

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I came here for your daily checkup.”

“Come in.”

Your head peaks out from behind his door as you enter, closing it with your foot and making your way to his desk. You were no longer surprised when you saw him still writing and scribbling messily at his desk as he’s done for days now, and you discreetly eye the papers as you pour him his tea.

“You don’t have to keep bringing me tea.�� He comments, still focused on writing.

“I know.” You reply. “But how am I going to perfect your brew if I don’t practice?”

Levi glances up, and he raises his eyebrow as he sees you sat on his table, a cheeky grin on your face. He makes no move to scold you for being so casual in his office and instead reaches out to take a sip of the tea. He notices your expectant eyes, the grin on your face widening as he nods in approval.

“Your tea’s not bad today.”

“Really?! You think it’s good?”

“I said not bad, I didn’t say it was good.”

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I’m here for your daily checkup.”

“Come in.”

The first thing you noticed as you entered Levi’s office was, of course, the scattered paper around his desk, face focused as he continued to practice his writing. The second thing you noticed was that he was no longer using his left hand.

“It’s barely been two weeks. Did you give up already?” You ask as you pour his tea.

“I write better with my right hand.” He simply replies, not even glancing up as you slide him the beverage. He uses his good hand to reach out for the cup, silently preparing his tongue for another unpleasant attack.

He takes a sip and his eyebrows shoot up from surprise. The tea was... delicious, absolutely delicious, and Levi couldn’t find anything to complain about. The temperature was right, it wasn’t too bitter but wasn’t too sweet, and the aroma was delectable. He takes a sip once more to double check if his taste buds were deceiving him, but the second sip was just as good as the last.

His suspicious eye makes contact with yours, a shit eating grin painted on your face as you eagerly awaited his feedback. The porcelain makes a sound as he sets it down.

“You bought this from the tea shop across the barracks. That’s cheating.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

Three soft knocks reverberate through the door to Levi’s office. The captain hastily hides the papers with your name scribbled on, shoving them inside his desk drawer. A shiny glint catches his eye before he could close the shelf and he pauses as he realizes it was his mirror. He hadn’t taken it out in a while. He was always too distracted with criticizing your piss poor tea to even think about his appearance.

“Name and business.” He calls out, still eyeing the shiny object.

“Hange Zoe. Y/N asked me to do your daily checkup.”

Levi's eyes widened, heartbeat stopping for a second as he heard Hange’s voice. Where were you?

“Come in.” He closes the drawer as the door opens and Hange walks in.

Levi couldn’t help but notice that he was becoming uncomfortable the closer his friend got; skin prickling, hands sweating, his collar feeling a little too tight. Little by little getting more conscious of himself as Hange walked closer.

Was this what insecurity felt like?

He briefly wonders why he didn’t feel it with you, but his mind answers him with a simple fact: you were the only person who’s seen him mangled and bruised, and each time, you showed nothing but gentleness and care. Yet even with this knowledge, the notion that a person other than you would be doing his checkup today didn’t sit right with him.

He pushes his discomfort to the back of his mind, telling himself to remain objective. But it didn’t stop him from subconsciously adjusting his eyepatch and hiding his incomplete hand underneath the desk. He eyes the tray in Hange’s hands, spotting the kettle and teacup.

“I don’t want your shitty tea.”

Hange doesn’t look up as they pour him a cup, humming a tune Levi doesn’t recognize as they hand him the warm beverage.

“It’s not my shitty tea.” They reply. “It’s Y/N’s shitty tea. They made you a batch before they left for the mission.”

Levi’s good hand pauses for a brief second as he reaches for the cup, mind still processing the fact that Hange said Y/N and mission. You hadn’t mentioned anything to him, and since he wasn’t allowed paperwork duty until he could write legibly, he wasn’t aware of any missions.

“I see.” He takes a sip, and he immediately squints his eyes in doubt once his tongue caught taste of the flavor. “This isn’t Y/N’s tea.”

Hange looks up from the clipboard they were writing on, eyebrows are arched in curiosity. “What?”

“This isn’t Y/N’s tea. This is from the tea shop down the road.”

Hange’s confused face stays still for a few seconds, silently assessing whether Levi was being serious or not. A smile cracks on their face, turning into a grin as small chuckles left their lips, before finally turning into full blown laughter. The captain waits for the eccentric soldier to stop cackling and start explaining, but Hange’s answer only serves to confuse him more.

“Nice try, shorty. You crack me up.”

Levi ignores the remark about his height. “What do you mean?”

“Y/N owns the tea shop down the road. Made the recipe for the black tea you love so much, even.”

The captain’s good eye twitches, and if Hange notices, they don't comment. Levi takes a sip of the tea once more, a little more doubtful this time, before sighing in content as the drink makes its way down his throat.

“Why did Y/N go on the mission? I thought they were to be my caretaker until further notice.” He chooses to ask, placing the cup down and pretending to busy himself as he absentmindedly starts practicing his writing.

“Y/N is our topic medic, their skills are more valuable on the battlefield than in an office with you.” They reply, and the captain pretends that the truthfulness of the statement doesn’t sting the slightest.

“Besides,” Hange pulls out white gloves from their pockets, sliding the cloth over their hands to prepare for the checkup. “Y/N personally asked to be reassigned.”

Levi sputters and chokes on his tea at the sudden revelation, and he feels Hange’s hand patting his back as he tries to compose himself. You asked to be reassigned? But why?

“Why?” He manages to choke out before once more descending into a coughing fit. Hange silently hands him a napkin.

“They didn’t say.”

Perhaps you were done with his incessant criticizing of your tea making skills (if so, then why’d you keep brewing him a crappy batch? Clearly you could’ve made good tea whenever you wanted.) Perhaps you grew tired of watching over him everyday when you could’ve been attending to more injured soldiers in the medical wing or the battlefield. Or perhaps you felt a little cooped up in the office with him, hating that you were confined when you could’ve gone on missions to help the wounded.

Whatever your reason may be, Levi finally gets himself to stop coughing and wipes his mouth. Any questions he had, he would ask you. For now, he pushes his feelings to the back of his mind to ask a more important question.

“Why are you here and not on the expedition, Commander?”

Hange shrugs.

“I wanted to bond over eyepatches with you.”

Levi was trying, okay? He was really trying.

But god, the new caretaker assigned to him was nothing short of a complete and utter noob. His bandages were always either too loose or too tight, his touches every time he tried to inspect Levi’s scars were always an ironclad grip, and worst of all, his tea was pure and utter shit.

“Watch it!” Levi barks, and his caretaker jumps about two feet away from him at his yell. “What’re you trying to do?! Are you inspecting my broken ribs or trying to give me a broken rib?”

Oh, that too. His caretaker was the hands on type, something Levi wouldn’t have minded if not for the fact that his caretaker was also heavy-handed, and Levi had had enough of this bullshit.

“Stop it, just stop. Get out of my office, right now, and find me a new caretaker.”

“B-but, Captain, there’s no one else who can—“

His caretaker is cut off when he makes eye contact with the enraged captain. Levi’s eyebrows were knitted together in anger, and the glare on his left eye was nothing short of terrifying. The fact that he only had one good eye left did nothing to lessen the intimidation of his glare; if anything, it made it even more intimidating.

“I will not repeat my order. Go.”

The boy in front of him nods nervously, head bowed down and metaphorical tail tucked between his legs as he quickly scurries out of the room. Once Levi hears the soft click of the door shutting, he takes a deep breath and lets his body slump into his chair.

That was the fifth caretaker he’d kicked out this month. He wasn’t picky, he tells himself; he just had standards. Standards that apparently these damned amateurs they kept sending him couldn’t meet.

Briefly, his conscience contradicts him; the image of a certain top medic popping in his mind, one that he hadn’t spoken to in almost a month since they dropped him out of the blue. Maybe, just maybe, he was being picky. With a dash of passive aggressive and a sprinkle of butthurt. But Levi quickly brushes that thought aside when he remembers the incompetence of all his recent caretakers.

That was definitely it. He wasn’t petty, all his caretakers were simply idiots.

The captain hears three loud knocks on his wooden door, and he grits his teeth as he mentally prepares himself for whatever fuckery the clown caretaker they assigned to him was about to do this time. True to his words, Levi did end up breaking a rib from how heavy handed the last one was, and though he knew it was partially because his body was still quite fragile, it didn’t hurt his request for a new medic.

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I’m here to do your daily checkup.”

Levi feels his eyes widen and heart speed up, and he once again rushes to hide all the papers scribbled with your name as he shoves them into his desk drawer. He composes himself, trying to appear uninterested and professional as he speaks.

“Come in.”

The door squeaks open and Levi doesn’t bother to hide the way his eyes soften and his shoulders slump in relief as he sees the familiar sight of you. A soft smile dawned on your face as you gently kicked the door close, walking towards his desk and setting down the tray you held in your hands.

“Heard you fired everybody who came after me.” You mused, eyes teasing as you poured him a cup of tea. He didn’t think he’d miss someone pouring him a cup of tea as much as he did now.

“Their tea was shit.” He replies, taking a sip of the warm beverage and holding back his sputter at the god awful taste. “Yours is too.”

You chuckle, picking up the clipboard and pen to start writing for today’s checkup. “Can’t help that I suck at brewing tea.”

“You don’t have to keep making me shit tea anymore. The secret’s out.”

You freeze in your spot, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before you nervously clear your throat. Levi definitely noticed.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I know you own the tea shop, Y/N. Stop lying.”

You let out an irritated sigh. “Hange told you, didn’t they?”

“Yep.” He replies, popping the ‘p’.

I’m going to fucking kill Hange, you think to yourself, silently gathering your composure once more. Levi watches you intently, continuing to sip on the terrible tea before deciding that he’d assaulted his taste buds enough and placing it down.

“Why’d you do it?” You hear him ask. “And don’t lie to me. You’re not the only one who’s gotten better at spotting lies.”

Why’d you brew shitty him tea? Is he that affected by it?

Your reply was already on the tip of your tongue, head glancing up from your clipboard to say your answer. But your words don’t come out and your mind suddenly cleared when you saw the look in his eye.

Levi’s eyes were nothing short of gorgeous; a beautiful gunmetal gray with a gaze deadly enough to kill a man with one mere look. But right now, even though they were schooled into his usual look of disinterest, you could see him... wavering. A mix of unanswered questions, curiosity, and— for the briefest second you swore you saw— hurt.

“I take it you’re not asking me why I brewed you crappy tea for the past three months?”

Levi clicks his tongue in irritation. “No, you idiot. I’m asking you why you left out of the blue. If you had a problem you could’ve brought it up with me—“

“No!” You quickly interrupt. “No, god no, you’re perfect.”

The captain’s eyes widen, and you suddenly realize the words you’d spoken as you quickly try to explain before Levi could interject.

“There was no problem, okay? I didn’t request to be reassigned because I had a problem. It’s quite the opposite, actually.” You murmur.

He eyes you curiously.

“What do you mean?”

“I think I have a solution. May I?” You gesture, asking if you could sit on his desk. Levi nods, not understanding why you needed permission now when you’ve done it of your own volition countless times before, but he suddenly understands when you sit directly in front him and not across from him like you usually would.

He watches as you pull a small brown box from your jacket, placing it down onto his desk before opening it. Levi is quiet as he eyes the item inside.

“It’s just a prototype for now. I was hoping to carve out a better one in my free time, one that would be a custom fit, but my free time kinda went flying out the window when you started firing people left and right until no one would accept you but me.”

You pick up the wooden prosthetic fingers and gently place them onto his desk. Your hand opens palm up, waiting for Levi to be comfortable enough to lend his hand to you, and he does so silently.

“The prosthetic’s made from redwood and the joints are connected by small metal rods. It’s light and durable, and I weatherproofed it so it wouldn’t break down so easily when you use them.” You explain, unwrapping the bandages around his hand. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out the concept, actually. I just took a pair of standard issue Survey Corps gloves and cut out all the fingers. Then, y’know, attached the wooden fingers to where the pointer and middle should be.”

Levi could only nod. You weren’t sure if his silence was good or bad and you couldn’t read his look. But Levi— Levi was speechless. In his mind, he dared not speak in fear of looking like a fool. Especially not in front of the person who gave back a piece of himself (quite literally, at that.)

He tenderly looks at the way you fitted the prosthetics onto his own hand, fastening brown leather straps around his wrists to secure the glove. The minute the glove is on and he sees all five fingers for the first time since the explosion, he feels like he’s about to cry.

“I had Hange help me with the anatomy so you could still bend them as you would normal fingers. I couldn’t figure out how to make them move on their own though, so you’d have to manually do that yourself.”

To demonstrate, you bend one of the prosthetics, the wood imitating the bend of his finger but not springing back up despite his brain commanding it to do so. You watch intently as he fumbles around with his hand, moving the fingers about. The wonder and astonishment in his usually unimpressed eye didn’t go unnoticed by you, and it spurred you to continue on.

“Unfortunately, it’s not strong enough to flick the switches on ODM gear. You still have to relearn how to hold your blades when you’re cleared for training again.” You say regrettably. “But it’s strong enough to hold a pen.”

Your hand reaches for the forgotten quill across his desk, dipping it in the inkwell before offering it to him with a small smile. Levi slowly takes it, still speechless, as he readjusts his prosthetic to hold the quill and write.

His writing is still shit, undoubtedly; still no better than chicken scratches as he messily writes down the words. But god, the sight of the indiscernible handwriting next to five fingers brought tears to his eyes as he finally finished writing his name. The slightly legible letters of ‘Levi Ackerman’ stared back at him.

Levi couldn’t hold it back anymore. He immediately set the quill down before standing up to engross you in a warm embrace. You tense in his arms, not used to Levi willingly initiating any form of physical touch at all. But as he tucks his head into the curve of your neck and his shoulders start shaking, splotches of wet dripping onto your collarbones, you feel your arms encircle his waist, bringing him closer as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear and let him cry in peace.

Your hands ran through his scalp, willing him to calm down. Though normally the sight of a crying Captain Levi was something you never thought you’d see, you couldn’t help but feel honored he chose to share this rare moment of vulnerability with you.

You let him cry, still holding onto him, giving him his time. Briefly, you wonder what he was thinking. What pushed him to tears? Did the captain ever let himself mourn his losses? Does he mourn his friends, his family, the little pieces of himself that he’d lost along the way?

Though you had a million questions in your mind you dared not pry as you continued to comfort the weeping man in front of you.

Finally, after a few moments of nothing but silent sniffles and your sweet words, Levi finds it in himself to finally speak.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Night had fallen around the base, encasing the world in darkness that beckons slumber. Levi continued to stay awake, still in his office, staring at the prosthetic you had given him hours before.

Curiously, he feels himself form his right hand into a fist, not surprised that the two wooden fingers didn’t comply like the rest. It was imperfect and he himself thought it could use some tiny adjustments for the sake of comfort— something he definitely would bring up to you as requested.

And yet, despite knowing his ‘fingers’ were nothing but wood, leather and metal, he couldn’t help but think it was the best thing he could ever ask for.

Silently, under the lone glowing light of his oil lamp, Levi pulls out a blank sheet of paper and begins to turn his feelings into thoughts, thoughts into words, and words into sentences as his quill meets the white surface.

Hours later, he finds himself in front of your quarters, a candle in his left hand while his right held a pristine white envelope. The envelope containing unsaid words, unspoken wishes, and hidden feelings.

Your eyes are sleepy when you answer the door, half lidded and hair a mess when his knocks had woken you from your slumber. You rub your eye, adjusting to the light as you stare at the person in front of you.

“Captain?” You ask, stifling a yawn. “What’re you doing here so late?”

He doesn’t answer your question. Instead, he opts to look at you with an unreadable expression as he asks, “Can I come in?”

You stare at him for a few seconds more, and the thought of you slamming the door on his face crossed Levi’s mind; but that didn’t happen. Rather, you nodded and ushered him inside your bedroom, closing the door behind him as you once again flopped onto your bed.

He places the candle down on your bedside table and now he was unsure what to do. He had a plan— or, he thought he had a plan— but awkwardly standing in your room in the middle of the night wasn’t part of it.

Quietly, you chuckle at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest looking so odd and out of place, unsure and slightly panicked. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to sit, and he complies.

Both of you had your knees pulled up to your chests and you were thankful when you noticed Levi had taken his shoes off before sitting on the bed. A comfortable silence encompasses the atmosphere in the dimly lit room. Shoulders touching, heads not daring to turn because of the close proximity.

From the corner of your eye, Levi looked like he was deep in thought. Not the kind you saw plenty of times in the battlefield or in strategy meetings, not the kind you saw when you entered his office as he hastily tried to hide his mirror. But the kind you saw when he quietly suffered through his own living hell.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you ask, finally breaking the silence. He shakes his head.

“Well, what brings the mighty Captain Levi to my humble little room?”

“Levi.”

“What?”

“Call me Levi.” He murmurs, downcast staring intently at the envelope on his lap. “In this room, I’m not your captain. I’m not your patient. I’m not Humanity’s Strongest.”

You feel your eyebrows scrunch as surprise and curiosity paint your face, but not because of the captain’s offer to call him so casually. No— the surprise you showed was because he unclasped the prosthetic you made, not even sparing it a second glance as he carelessly threw it to you, and you barely managed to catch the limbs you’d spent countless hours and sleepless nights to create.

“Levi, what are you—“

“But I’m not a broken teacup for you to fix either.” He says, eyeing the stumps on right hand. “I’m not a doll who’s missing some parts. I’m not a charity case accepting donations.”

You were looking at him now, head turned in his direction as he unclasps his eyepatch and lets it fall onto his lap. He raises his head, eyes making contact with yours.

“I’m just Levi.”

A few moments of silence pass but neither of you look away. The reason why the captain continued to stare wasn’t something you knew. But the reason why you never looked away was because of his eyes.

Levi’s eyes were still as gorgeous as you remembered them to be. Though his right eye was a different shade from his left, a lighter and paler shade of gray; though it lacked the light and emotions his unharmed eye bore; though it had a jagged scar running through it from where he was hit, you couldn’t help but think that his eyes were still the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen.

Gingerly, you lift up your hand to touch the right side of his face where his battle wounds lie, the prosthetic forgotten as it falls somewhere in the sheets. He doesn’t flinch like he did the first few times you did it, when you reached for his face during checkups to inspect his scars. But it didn’t stop you from asking.

“May I?”

Levi doesn’t answer. Instead, he brings your hand to rest on his cheek as his head leaned closer to your touch. His eyes closed momentarily, almost as if he were reveling in your warmth. But they opened once more, and you willed yourself not to get lost in the sea of gray.

“You were never a charity case to me, Levi. Or any of the things you just said.”

“Then what am I to you?”

Your heart stops, eyes widening ever so slightly at his question. Would you tell him? No, you couldn’t. Not when—

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N.” His grip on your hand tightens a bit, not enough to hurt but enough to distract you from your thoughts. You realize the hand that held your own against his cheeks was his broken hand, his mutilated hand.

...would you really tell him?

You sigh, eyes finally leaving his. “You’re just another soldier who got hurt from a battle, asking a medic to take the pain away.”

Your hand slips out of his grip and goes back to your side, and you turn away from him once more.

“Are you lying?” He asks.

“No.”

“Then look into my eyes and tell me what I am to you.”

“I can’t.”

Your voice cracks ever so slightly, hesitant but determined to stick to your words. And Levi knew that he was never going to get an answer. He sighs, shoulders slumping down in defeat. It was now his turn to look away from you, gaze falling to his lap. The envelope holding the letter crinkles and he’s reminded why he’s here.

“I know.” He whispers back. “But do me a favor.”

He doesn’t look your way as he hands you the letter. He doesn’t look your way when you silently took it, eyeing the red wax seal that bore his initials, fingers tracing over the edges before—

“Don’t open it yet. Open it tomorrow morning before you come in for my checkup.”

You only nodded in response. You reached out, placing the envelope on your bedside table before once again sitting next to Levi. Just as you had started, a comfortable silence blankets the atmosphere. Shoulders touching, heads not daring to turn because of the proximity.

But this time, it was he who breaks the silence.

“I don’t know what the future holds.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know what the future holds.” He repeats. “I could die in action tomorrow and be one of the bodies they wheel back from war, or you could die trying to save someone in the battlefield. Even if neither of us die tomorrow, there’s always a possibility that we’ll die the day after that. And the day after that and the day after that. Such are the risks of our jobs.”

He takes a deep breath. “But tonight, I don’t want to focus on tomorrow. I don’t want to focus on what the future holds. I don’t want to focus on titans or enemy troops or looking after my team.”

“Then what do you want?”

“You.”

Your eyes soften. “But what am I to you?”

You didn’t know what to expect, what his answer may be. But you know you didn’t expect it when Levi’s fingers gently grabbed your chin and coaxed your head to look in his direction. You didn’t expect it when you opened your eyes and met his, his warm palm resting on your cheek. And what you didn’t expect most was for his eyes to look at you with so much love, so much care and adoration. Gone were the facades of boredom and disinterest; the stoicness and detachment they always seemed to reflect. All there was left was softness, warmth, and what seemed to be the unmistakable swirls of vulnerability.

“You’re just another medic too busy putting other peoples’ lives before your own.”

“Are you lying?”

“No.” He whispers. “But you make me want to plan for a future I know we won’t have— a future we can’t have.”

And for the first time, you knew he meant it. You knew what he meant.

In your line of work full of death and violence and risks almost too big to take. In what you once thought was your little world, turning out to be too big for you to handle. In your personal brand of hell where tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, and loss was the only constant— it was enough. This small moment was enough.

“You have the most beautiful eyes.” You whispered, entranced. A soft chuckle leaves Levi’s lips, eyes turning into crescent moons so fitting of his gray orbs and your heart twitches at the sight and sound of his melodious laughter.

His thumb brushes over your cheek and your eyes meet his once again, the beautiful shades of gray staring you back. You didn’t know who did it first but at this point you didn’t care enough to find out because slowly, you both leaned in. Slowly, you both closed your eyes. And slowly, you both tilted your heads.

He pauses.

“May I?” Levi asks, lips merely inches away from yours. You nod.

“You may.”

And suddenly, the distance between your lips was no more.

There were no fireworks, no explosions in your heart or butterflies in your belly. There was no feeling of cloud nine, no feeling of want or need. There was only warmth in your chest, the feeling of a small fireplace crackling and glowing in the coldness of the night. The feeling of warm sheets and warm bodies cuddled up in an embrace.

Home.

The feeling of home.

Because that’s what you were to Levi, and what Levi was to you.

“Name and business.”

“Y/N L/N. I’m here for your routine checkup.”

“Come in.”

As the door opens and you set the tray down on his desk, hands gently holding the kettle to pour him his cup of tea, you noticed that Levi was still trying to write. But what caught your attention wasn’t the fact that it was no longer his name he tried to scribble, opting to write down complete sentences. What caught your attention was that he was wearing his prosthetics, and his eyepatch wasn’t on.

“Did you read the letter?” He asks. His hands were still writing and his eyes were still staring at the papers in front of him. But you could tell he was anxious.

“Yes.” You simply reply, and he nods.

“Good.”

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Love Me, or Let Me Go (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello!

Double Lizzie!

Um... No comment other than brace yourselves. Enjoy! :)

“Do you have to go?” You mumbled into Wanda’s collar bone, smiling slightly at the way she absently ran her fingers up and down your spine. “I think your skills will be better utilized here. With me.” You added, softly kissing the base of her neck.

Her body shivered as her hands began gently stroking through your hair. “I’m sorry, krasivaya. I have to.”

Curiosity blossomed in your chest when the foreign word fell from her lips. “What does that mean?”

“Beautiful.” She replied without hesitation. Your cheeks flushed at the term of endearment.

Making your way up her neck, you allowed your lips to linger teasingly at the corner of her mouth. “Is there a way I can convince you to stay?”

Once again, Wanda shivered, and you felt pleased at the way her breathing became uneven. “Y/n…” She whispered, gently tugging you forward to meet her lips in a heated kiss. A moment later she rolled onto you, her lips moving passionately against your own.

You easily wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close, so close that you weren’t sure where she ended, and you began.

The moment was interrupted by the shrill sound of a phone ringing. Wanda began pulling away, but you chased after her lips. “Ignore it.” You mumbled against her lips.

For a moment it seemed like she was going to ignore the call until the ringing started again. “I have to get that.” Wanda said quietly with a small smile. She pressed three quick kisses to your lips before she rolled off of you.

You groaned in displeasure and Wanda just laughed at your response.

As she stepped away to take the call, you pulled on your sweater that was carelessly thrown on the floor. For the first time since the day before you picked up your phone, noticing a few missed messages and calls. You decided to open the messages from Leigh first.

Is it socially acceptable

to throw hot coffee at

men when they whistle

at you? Asking for a

friend.

Sent 9:02 AM

You couldn’t help but laugh at the message as you scrolled on, seeing she had sent two more following the first one.

Jules said to bark at

them. Would that scare

them away or get me

institutionalized?

Sent 9:27 AM

Do you maybe want

to come over tonight?

Sent 2:46 PM

Reading over the last message surprised you. After the talk you had at your office you had begun to see glimpses of the Leigh you knew was hidden by the walls that she had built.

That’s not to say she changed overnight, but the hurricane had settled into a storm. You could navigate that.

Just as you were about to reply that you had plans, Wanda walked back into the room. A sheepish smile spread across her lips as she took a seat next to you. “Let me guess, you’re smiling like that because you’re staying, and we can watch movies and cuddle?” You murmured sarcastically.

Wanda leaned forward and once again pressed three short kisses to your lips. “Unfortunately not, dorogaya.” She took your hand in her own. “I actually have to leave now instead of later tonight. I should only be gone for a day or two though.”

You sighed, and Wanda smiled back at you. “I’m going to miss you.” You admitted. No time with Wanda ever seemed to be enough.

Without a word, she pulled you to your feet, tugging off the sweatshirt she was wearing in the process. All you could manage to do was stare at her in awe. She laughed and reached out to pull off your sweater as well which you easily complied with.

This woman isn’t real. There’s no way she’s real. Your thoughts screamed at you as your mind short-circuited at the sight of her. Wanda giggled.

Your brow furrowed in confusion when she pulled a sweatshirt back over your head. “What are you doing?” You asked with a puzzled smile.

Wanda put your sweater on before answering. “Now you have a piece of me and I have a piece of you. For when I miss you.” She leaned forward and lightly pecked your lips. “And you miss me.”

You melted at her words.

Once you had heard someone say that you don’t remember days, you remember moments and this moment here, with Wanda… This moment you’d remember forever.

Three words hung on your lips, but you forced them back down. It was too soon to say them. “Hurry back to me.” You whispered, giving her one final kiss.

“As fast as I can.” She promised with a soft smile, lingering in the doorway. Wanda always lingered before she left, as if it would be the last time she saw you. Butterflies filled your stomach with the way she looked at you before she sent you one final smile and closed the door behind herself.

With a content sigh, you threw yourself back on your bed, smiling up at the ceiling for a moment.

After a few minutes you pulled out your phone, erasing the reply you had begun to type out to Leigh and sending a new one.

Hey. I’ll be there.

Should I bring anything?

Read 3:11 PM

Institutionalized yet?

Read 3:12 PM

Not institutionalized

YET… but it’s still early.

Sent 3:13 PM

Can you bring flour?

We’re making pizza

from scratch tonight.

Sent 3:14 PM

What an accomplishment!

Cooking? I think you

forgot how terrible of

cook I am.

Read 3:15 PM

It really is, be proud.

It’s flour and water. How

hard can it be? Come over

at 6.

Sent 3:15 PM

If you say so. See you then.

Read 3:16 PM

_______________

It turned out making pizza from scratch was a lot harder than Leigh made it seem. “Why is it so… slimy?” You mumbled, poking what was supposed to be the dough with your finger. You made a face when it jiggled.

“I told you to follow the recipe.” Leigh called in a sing song voice from her place by the stove.

You rolled your eyes. “I did!” She pursed her lips but didn’t comment further. “Hey, there will be no judging!”

A small smirk spread across her lips as she stirred the sauce in the pan. “But I’m so good at it.” She quipped back sarcastically.

Petulantly you poked the dough again. “But I’m so good at it.” You mocked under your breath.

There was a soft click as Leigh turned off the stove, her eyes squinted at you slightly. “Are you mocking me?”

You shrugged challengingly. “What if I am?”

Leigh tilted her head slightly, her lips pressed together in an amused smile. “I don’t know…” She began walking towards the counter slowly as you eyed her wearily. You knew that look. She was up to something. “I might have to do this.”

Before you could react, she had tossed a hand full of flour your way. You gasped. “You didn’t.” Leigh bit her lip to fight back her laughter. “Oh, it’s on.”

As you reached for one of the tomatoes, she sprinted around to the other side of the counter. “Listen, Y/n, we can talk about this.” A short laugh fell from her lips as she mockingly held up her hands.

“What was that?” You grinned, raising the tomato slightly. Leigh’s eyes widened. “I couldn’t hear you with all this flour in my ears.” Quickly scrambling over the counter, you reached out and smashed the tomato into the front of her shirt.

That action unleashed chaos as you and Leigh chased each other around the kitchen with various items that were originally supposed to be for the pizza. When there were no ingredients left, you leaned against the counter, laughing at what disasters you both were.

Leigh laughed along with you and you felt your chest tighten when you heard the sound you had spent so long adoring. She looked so carefree. You missed that. “Alright. I’m going to go change now. Thank you for turning me into the beginnings of pizza dough.”

You playfully squinted your eyes at her. “Says the one who threw flour first.” She opened her mouth to retort. “Go change!” You playfully shouted with a laugh.

With one final teasing glare, Leigh walked off to her room. When she left, you turned to face the kitchen, wincing at the mess you two had made. With a one final grimace, you grabbed a rag and began wiping down the counter.

“Boo!” Jules said loudly, causing you to jump in surprise.

The shock of your friends sudden appearance made you clutch your chest as you shook your head in amusement at her. “Was that necessary?”

Jules shrugged as she leaned against the counter. “You look like a mess.” She commented offhandedly. You just laughed, not offering an explanation for your appearance.

A short moment of silence settled in the air as you continued cleaning up the mess. “Don’t give up on her.” Jules said suddenly.

You froze slightly. “What?”

Even though you didn’t turn you could hear Jules sigh. “On Leigh. Don’t give up on her.” She repeated quietly. “Last year was a nightmare for her. She lost Matt in more ways than one and learned some pretty painful things about him. And to be honest… I don’t think she ever really recovered from losing you either.”

You clenched the rag tightly in your hands before begrudgingly turning to face her. “I’m not giving up on her, Jules. Why do you think I’m here? I want to be her friend again. To be there for her.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “Look, Matt was amazing, and Leigh loved him so much. We all did… but towards the end they had drifted apart. They weren’t on the same wavelength anymore. She had to compromise herself. I don’t think she's ever had to do that with you.”

You sighed, but Jules continued on. “Leigh isn’t used to being loved anymore. That’s why she pushes you away. That’s why she said what she did on her birthday.”

The tightening in your chest made a reappearance. “Yeah, well, Leigh made her decision two years ago.”

Jules subtly shook her head. “Someday she’s going to realize that your what she wanted all along... It may not seem like it, but she’s happiest when she’s with you.”

The weight of her words rendered you speechless as you stared blankly at a spot on the counter. “Jules, I-” Wanda’s name was on your lips when she interrupted you.

“She’s a lot, trust me, I know better than most… but don’t give up on her.” She repeated once more in a hurried voice. She stood up just in time for Leigh to walk back in. “Alright, have a fun night you two!” She called out as she rushed out the room, sending you one last meaningful look before she disappeared.

Leigh chuckled as she turned her attention to you. “What was that about?”

Through the fog in your mind you managed a weak, “Nothing.”. Leigh’s eyebrows raised curiously but she didn’t question it. “I’m going to go wash my face.” You mumbled rushing out of the room.

When you reached the bathroom you quickly splashed your face with water, trying desperately to shake Jules’ words from your mind. After a few minutes, you felt calm enough to make your way back to the kitchen.

Leigh was cleaning up, but she looked up when she heard you wander back in. “Hey, I ordered pizza. I didn’t think there was a way for us to salvage… this.” She gestured vaguely to the final creation left standing, your slimy pizza dough.

You shuddered at the sight. “We need to destroy that before it grows legs and walks out of here.” Leigh laughed as she dropped the ball of dough into the trashcan. “What’d you order?” You asked as you leaned your forearms against the counter.

Leigh mimicked your stance and tilted her head to face you. “Extra pineapple.” You stared at her in disbelief for a moment. “I’m kidding. I got spinach and sun-dried tomatoes. That’s still your favorite, right?”

A small smile spread across your lips. “Yeah… it’s still my favorite.” You said quietly. You knew she hated those toppings, but she ordered them anyway. The small action confused you.

________________

After you had both finished eating, you were both sat on the couch, talking casually when your phone buzzed. When you opened the message, you were greeted by a picture of Wanda with a goofy smile, wearing your sweater.

Miss you.

Sent 9:53 PM

The message was simple, but you couldn’t help the adoring way you smiled at your phone. Leigh quirked her eyebrows curiously. “What’s got you so smiley?” She peeked over before you could move your phone out of her sight. The smile on her face fell immediately. “Seriously?”

A heavy sigh fell from your lips at her tone. “Leigh-”

“What? So, are you dating now?” She asked, her words clipped.

Your gaze fell to the floor. “Yes- No- I don’t know? We haven’t talked about labels.” You admitted quietly.

Her lips pressed in a line as she shook her head disbelievingly. “Right. Well, tonight was fun. I’m going to bed now.”

As she stood you followed after her. “What’s your problem?” You demanded. Tired of all the back and forth.

“I don’t have a problem.” Leigh called over her shoulder, feigning disintrest as she continued making her way towards the staircase.

“You obviously do because every time I mention Wanda you shut down.” You grabbed her hand and spun her back around to face you.

Leigh yanked her hand out of your grasp. “Because you’re using her as a placeholder to get over me!” She shouted, making you flinch.

The heat of the moment made it impossible to process your words before they tumbled from your lips. “I’m not, I love her!”

Her mouth fell open as she stared at you in shock, the fight leaving her system. “…What?”

You pushed a frustrated hand through your hair. “I’m in love with her. With Wanda.” You sighed. Your gaze falling to the floor because you weren’t sure you could handle another minute under her scrutinizing stare. “With the way she plays with her fingers when she’s nervous. With the way she scrunches her nose when she’s excited. With the way she lingers in the doorway every time she has to leave. With the way she lets the world move around her because-”

“Why her?’ Leigh interrupted quietly. You tried to ignore the way her eyes glistened.

“Because whenever something happens, she’s the first person I want to tell.” You replied without missing a beat.

For a moment Leigh just stared at you. You noticed the way her lip quivered ever so slightly. “Did you love me?”

The shock of the question rendered you speechless for a moment. “You can’t be serious.” The way she blinked back at you made it clear she was serious. “I loved you to the point of ruin, Leigh. I loved you so much that I had to build myself from the ground up again because all that was left of me was ashes after you chose him.” Your breathing became ragged as you fought to push your words out. “I loved you enough to let you go but you keep pulling me back.”

Her gaze fell to the floor, but she didn’t respond. “Why do you even care? You don’t want me. You’ve made that perfectly clear.”

She paused and took a breath, her eyes never meeting yours. “Y/n, I never-… I l-… If you're going to leave then go.”

“You can’t keep doing this to me.” You sighed. “Love me or let me go, Leigh.”

You winced at your word choice but didn’t take them back. When it was clear she wasn’t going to say anything else, you nodded slightly, accepting the silence as her answer.

Unable to take it anymore, you turned and left.

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Hours later you had fallen into a restless sleep until repetitive banging on your front door startled you awake. You were surprised to find Leigh on your doorstep, the bags under her eyes were more apparent than ever. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but worry.

The worry faded when she spoke.

“I hate you.”

A disbelieving laugh fell from your lips. “Wow. Okay, that’s great, Leigh. Thank you for driving all the way over here at 1 in the morning to tell me that.” You began closing the door when she put her hand on it to stop you. You didn’t fight her.

Leigh continued as if you hadn’t even spoken. Her eyes glistened brightly under the light of the moon. "I hate you because every time I’m around you it feels wrong.”

You fought desperately to ignore the pain that bloomed in your chest at her words. “Alright. I get it, Leigh.” You mumbled staring down at the floor. You couldn’t understand why she was doing this. “You can go now.”

“I hate you because you make it so fucking hard to be around you and not love you.” Your eyes shot up to meet hers just as tears began falling down her cheeks. You couldn’t breathe. “It feels wrong because nothing about it feels wrong and it should. It feels wrong because everything about you feels right. You shouldn’t feel right, and I feel so fucking guilty, Y/n.”

All you could do was stare back at her, all your words wiped entirely from your mind. Her lip began to quiver once again. “Say something.” Leigh pleaded. You opened and closed your mouth, but no words came out.

Eventually your frustration took precedence because why now? Why not two years ago? “What do you expect me to say to that, Leigh?”

Leigh used her palm to wipe the tears that flowed steadily down her cheeks. “Say that you haven’t given up on me yet.” She whispered.

Jules words rang in your mind as you struggled to keep your breath steady. “Why now?”

“Because you’re like oxygen to me and I’ve been holding my breath for too long… Because I don’t want to lose you without knowing that I tried.” Leigh took your hand and held it to her chest, much like you did the day of her wedding. “Does it feel like this to you?”

Your breath hitched when she repeated the words you once told her back to you. “I love Wanda.” You whispered, feeling her hand slacken slightly in your own, but her eyes continued to shine with determination.

“Do you want us to be done?” She asked, holding her breath.

The way she was looking at you was unbearable as you shut your eyes to avoid the emotions that came with meeting her gaze. “I don’t- I don’t know.” You stuttered out.

“Well, I don’t. I don’t want us to be done.” When you opened your eyes again Leigh gently wiped away a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

For a moment you both stared at one another, the emotions making the air around you feel heavy. Leigh gently took one of your hands and slowly brought it up to her cheek. She lightly kissed the inside of your palm before she leaned into it. Your chest clenched as you watched her closely.

You allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of her skin under your fingertips. Her lips parted slightly as you saw her eyes fall to your lips, her chest rising and falling unsteadily with shallow breathes.

A moment later, Leigh slowly leaned into you, her lips tentatively pressing against your own. You had kissed Leigh dozens of times before, but none had ever been like this. It was as though she was trying to pour all her emotions into this one kiss. To make you understand how she felt with this one kiss.

When you realized what was happening you quickly pulled away. “Leigh, stop. I can’t do this to Wanda.” You stepped back, putting a fair distance between you both.

Leigh’s eyes filled with sadness, but she nodded faintly. “Please, just think about what I said.” You nodded, not feeling up to saying anything else. “I’m not giving up on you.”

With a final nod, Leigh turned and got into her car which you watched drive away. All you wanted to do was scream in frustration.

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Even though you were expecting it, the knock on your door made you jump. Anxiety quickly overcame you as you rushed over to open the door. Your heart thudded guiltily against your ribcage when your eyes fell on a smiling Wanda. “Hi, krasivaya.”

All you could do was leap into her arms, quickly pulling away when you felt her flinch. “Are you okay?”

Wanda managed an unconvincing nod as she pulled you back in. “Just fell on the trip, I’m okay. Holding you is worth it.” As gently as you could, you wrapped your arms around her and breathed in her sweet scent. The anxiety you felt earlier easing slightly in her presence.

“I missed you.” You said quietly, as you pulled her in and led her to the couch.

“I missed you too.” She replied back without hesitation. Your gaze fell to your lap and you could feel Wanda’s concern without even looking at her. “What’s wrong?”

Her fingers slid against your palm as she squeezed your hand gently. You had to tell her. Everything. “There’s something you should know.” You said quietly. The concern in Wanda’s eyes grew.

Part 5! Um... it had to happen. Also I feel like this part was particularly important because we got to see a different side of Leigh. Sure, she's a lot sadness most of the time but if you watch the show, she's actually kind of dorky when she's not mad or sad. Hopefully this showed more of her depth.

How's the team Leigh vs. Team Wanda debate?

I hope you all enjoyed! I am so excited to read all your comments about this part! Remember, thoughts and comments are always welcome. :)

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