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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

virgin sacrifice

a/n: you guys? hail satan.

summary: you didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.

warnings: dark!steve harrington x reader x dark!eddie munson, dark content, noncon/dubcon, smut, summer camp au (they are all camp counsellors), slasher au, virgin!reader, very innocent!reader, final girl!reader, established relationship, violence, murder, weapons, blood, devil worship, predator/prey, bondage, knife kink, dirty talk, pussy inspection, oral, fingering, anal

word count: 1389

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It was the summer of 1986, right before you were supposed to go off to college and start your real life. It was also the summer when you worked as a counsellor at Camp Nebula, the very summer you fell in love for the first time. The summer when the most popular guy for some reason took notice of you and started calling you his girl. 

Now, he was a tad bit more experienced than you and wasn’t shy to show you in ways that you always snuffed out before they could grow into anything uncouth. That’s not how you’d been raised, to lose your virginity in a summer camp’s tool shed, however gobsmacked he made you feel, you just couldn’t take that step. 

No one had ever looked at you the way that he did, truly listened to you when you spoke, and even stood up for you, like whenever the camp’s freak would say things to you vulgar enough to render you speechless, your knight in shining armour would step in and save the day. 

It was the perfect summer. 

Was. 

Completely perfect right up till the murders began to happen. 

You didn’t think in your wildest dreams that Captain and Tennille’s best hits would be blasting over the camp’s speakers while you were running for your life from two nut job serial killers, ones who had already slain what looked like most of the other campers.

Lungs burning, you sprinted through the dark camp, a flicking lamppost above illuminating the path you raced down, the ground littered with sharp pine needles. 

When you made your way to the dining hall, the rotary phone inside, your plan of salvation, turned out to be just as dead as the summer friendships you’d thought would last a lifetime. 

“There’s nowhere left for you to run, little lamb!” the petrifying roar from just outside the hall’s walls caused you to jump and scurry into the kitchen, though when you did, your gaze should have been directed in front of you and not over your shoulder as you swiftly crashed into a figure. 

A blank mask stared down at you, one of the ones that the kids used for crafts, usually decorating them with an explosion of paint and beads. 

Chuckling softly at the way you stumbled back, he playfully uttered, “boo!” raising his hands up to scare you, retroactively flashing you the blade fast in his grip. Half-obscured eyes stilled glued to you, the killer shouted over his shoulder, “found her!” and held the weapon outstretched to keep you where you were. 

“Oh, good,” another masked murderer appeared as the back door was swung open, “well then let’s get this show on the road!”

“Please don’t kill me!” you cried as the one keeping you cornered grabbed you. 

“Kill you?” one of them laughed, “oh honey, we’re gonna do so much more than just kill you,” before he got out a bundle of rope and gestured to his partner, “get her up on the table.” 

Once they’d forced you down upon the cold steel surface and tied you up, they proceeded to reveal something to you that nearly caused your thumping heart to stop. 

“…Steve?” you scarcely breathed as one of them plucked off his mask and tossed it onto a counter. 

“Surprise,” your summer sweetheart flashed you a smile. 

“But–… I’ve been looking for you everywhere all night, you–… you did this?”

“Well, don’t give him all the credit,” the other one peeled off his mask as well. 

“Eddie?” you shuttered, “b-but you two hate each other.”

“That’s what we had to make you think so that no one would suspect a thing,” the long-haired rebel wiped some of the bloodstains on his blade clean on the hip of his jeans, “no one would ruin our plan.” 

“Y-your plan?”

“Might as well tell her,” Eddie nudged his partner who shifted his grip on the axe heavy in his grasp, “since she has such a big part to play in it.”

“Oh, what the hell, why not,” Steve grinned and pulled over a rickety stool, “you see, there are things, wishes, that both me and Eddie have,” the man you thought you’d loved began to explain, “ambitions that, try as we might, we can’t achieve on our own. So, Eddie here found this old book, this tome, that explained a ritual that could grant us our deepest desires...” he uttered dreamily, “it was really quite simple when it came down to it… first 40 lives and then you.”

“…me?” your voice trembled, “why me? I’m not anyone special, I'm just–”

“Oh no, Y/n, you sweet, sweet dumb girl,” Steve chuckled darkly, “you are the final piece to the puzzle,” he stared directly into your soul, “our perfect little virgin sacrifice.” 

Taking a step closer to your strapped-down form, Eddie’s stare danced down your frame, scrapes and dirt still tainting the uniform you’d freshly washed just this morning. 

“But you know, the funny thing is, our lord and saviour down in hell has a funny and pretty ancient definition of what a virgin is,” he teasingly ran the flat side of his blade up the length of your leg, smiling as you squirmed, “sure, some things are off limits, but not a lot…,” the tip of his knife dipped under your shorts and sliced them in two. With the configuration that they had bound you in, everything was already embarrassingly on show, though even more so now that all of your clothes were cut off your frame. Completely mesmerised as the last shred left your form, Eddie uttered softly, “oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“What are you doing?” you struggled against the robes as Steve rose from his seat. 

“It’s a real shame, baby,” his broad hands ran up your inner thigh, “I really did wanna pop your cherry myself, fuck I would have loved that, but I don’t deserve it as much as he does,” his thumbs, creeping up to either side of your core, extended out to wickedly spread you apart, “Satan may get to have your pussy,” you shuttered at the mortifyingly soppy sound that emanated as he briefly ran a finger though your folds, “but this little hole isn’t off limits,” his digit then swept down to draw a feathery circle over your rosebud. 

“Nor this one,” Eddie’s hand found your cheeks in a pinch and forced your lips to pucker, “but we might have to do a bit of convincing in order to be able to play up here,” your body stiffened up as the cold edge of his blade then pressed against your throat, “no teeth, or else we won’t make you feel good, won’t give you a little treat before you help us contact the man downstairs.” 

“How in the fuck do you think I’ll like any of this?” you spat back at him. 

“Uh!” they both laughed and shared a glance before Eddie noted, “I think that might have been the first time I’ve ever heard little miss goody two shoes swear! That’s so cute!”  

“Fuck you,” you wept, “you psycho–, oh!” a moan then ripped through your body and surprised you to the very core.

Glancing down between your legs, you saw that Steve was kissing you down there, his lips latched on to the little pearl that always seemed to throb in his presence. 

“What was that about you not enjoying this?” his sloppy peck detached in an obscene pop, “because you sure are soaked for someone who doesn’t think it feels good to be played with… we’re gonna make you feel good, so good, your virgin ass couldn’t even fucking dream about it…” the sensation of Eddie’s palm snaked down to squeeze your tit, while Steve brought his broad thumb up to bully your glistening clit, grinning at how your untouched hole clenched around nothing for him, “just look at how fucking messy you are for us… fucking leaking all over the place…” a groan then escaped him as one of his digits dipped down to slowly sink into your tight ass, simply testing the waters before the pair of them utterly obliterated you, “fuck… you almost make me wanna keep you forever and just find a different virgin to take your place…”

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[thebadboyfanclub]

My Beloved Wife (Cregan x Reader)

Honestly I got nothing to say for this imagine it’s just sex scenes pieced together. Hope you enjoy!

“It is such a blessed day for you to be frowning sweetling”

Corlys advised his daughter before he placed a kiss on her forehead, (y/n) felt like a lamb for slaughter, a sacrifice for the name of alliance and strength, her mother could only offer a grin and a tight hug for comfort, her youngest offspring was meeting the fate that was written for her the second she was born.

Rhaenys did her best to shield (y/n) from wedlock for as long as she possibly could, sending her away to the Riveruns with the excuse of “expanding her horizons of knowledge”, Rhaenys was a bystander when Lord Cregan asked about their daughter, Lord Cregan was betrothed at the time so it was impossible to predict such a twist of events.

Her father guided her toward her future Lord husband and (y/n) could not breathe properly. There he stood, the ever-defiant Cregan Stark who was with his head held high and a look that could stop a man and make a giant tremble from fear, a Velaryon could not survive in the cold of the north, she was not meant for the environment that she was now obliged to live in after they exchanged oaths in front of the old gods.

(Y/n) could still recall how she shook from the cold that pierced through her bones under her blanket, the handmaidens had dressed her in a sheer nightgown and even though the fire burned bright she was still unable to control her shiver.

“You will get used to it, first nights are always tough”

She had not heard him walk in, a yelp escaped her lips as she sat up in their shared bed to fully see him, instinctively she covered herself with the thick blanket, Cregan was slightly intoxicated from the feast, she could tell as he lazily left his goblet on the table and almost there away his fur, letting it hit the ground with a heavy thud.

“I hope so”

She replied in a meek voice as she diverted her gaze away from Cregan who only approached her and stopped once he was directly ahead of her, his thumb and index found her chin and slowly guided her head towards his direction, once (y/n) laid her eyes on him once again she was met with a drunk yet kind smirk, she did not realize that he was smiling back at him with the same fondness.

“My lady wife”

He spoke more to remind himself and refresh how the phrase rolled off his tongue, it was easy, the girl was beautiful and appeared to be sweet, still, the thorn that stuck in his heart was the fact that she was not Arra, his beloved Arra who gave her life for their son.

Out of pure spite to himself, he brushed off the idea of his Arra and in a blink of an eye (y/n) felt his lips crash with hers with such force that made her lay back down and Lord Stark climb on top of her.

(Y/n) was inexperienced when it came to the sweet path of beddings, Cregan giggled when she saw how she attempted to cover her breasts when he took off her nightgown, one could easily detect how (y/n) did not know how to go about this.

“Do not worry, I will lead, I’ll be gentle”

He put her nerves to ease, her soft skin and sweet scent were enough to lure Cregan into another world, her embrace was tight and her body was burning, (y/n) found out the ways that pain and pleasure could go hand in hand when it came to laying with a man.

(Y/n) surrendered to her lord husband's arms and became a slave to her bodily needs and cravings, love bites started to decorate his skin as (y/n) was no longer in control but Cregan did not care, she was a natural partner in this dance of their bodies

The idea that (y/n) was experiencing things with Cregan for the first time excited him, to see her face form as her body went over waves of pleasure was his favorite part, his grasp was strong and his caress had a certain amount of possessiveness, like the winner that was collecting his reward.

“I-I don’t know”

“It is alright, it is normal”

Her chest was set on fire and the muscles in her entire body spasmed as droplets of sweat went down from her forehead to her cheek, it felt like she would die and then nothing, her body relaxed fully and with a gasp of air she fell on the man that held her until the sensation washed away, she looked so pretty with her hair sticking to her forehead and her eyes half shut from tiredness.

Cregan was also close to experiencing the addictive feeling of it when the idea of pregnancy and the end of Arra repeating took over and with a swift motion he jumped off from her like something had bit him or stung him, his back was now turned on him as he grunted, his heavy breathing and sudden change in his demeanor left her utterly confused.

“What- what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Her innocence and concern left him somewhat amused within the surreal scenery, (y/n) tried to peak while she let her chin rest on his bicep and Cregan mastered all his strength to calm himself.

“No, no, everything is fine, you should rest”

-

Cregan was a man that came with a cloak of mystery wrapped around him, he was respectful to (y/n), held her honor high and was respectful to her in every aspect, there was no room for anyone to even attempt at making any comment about his lady wife.

The problem was that (y/n) had expected him to be more endearing towards her after their encounter, he had not summoned her to his chambers after that night, and their physical contact was as far as a hold of a hand or a caress of her hair, she yearned for the safety that his hugs provided, for the heat his body radiated and the spark in his eyes.

“Higher, (y/n)!”

Little Rickon squealed with joy as (y/n) held the reigns of her dragon Starblaze who flew in circles around their home, (y/n) missed being able to ride her dragon for hours on end, she would try to do for at least an hour a day since Starblaze had started to complain by leaving loud screeches in the middle of the night.

Rickon was curious for marvelous creature, at first she would only let him climb on Starblazes back while he was on land, but slowly she started to take him up in the air with her, (y/n) smiled at the joy that was radiating the little lord and commanded her dragon to go a little higher.

“Dracarys”

She yelled and Starblaze let a breath of fire before they ducked under it, Rickon was slightly frightened by the sight of the fire still as they went away from it for safety his laugh was loud and rambunctious.

(y/n) adored the child from the moment they met, a bright and kind child that was the light she needed to forget the coldness of his father, she would spend her days entertaining the boy by going on rides or playing hide and seek and even helped him with his studies, the boy grew attached to the Velaryon lady in a fast pace and could not go to sleep unless (y/n) tucked him in.

Cregan had gone out in the yard with his men before he saw the handmaidens without his lady wife nor his child around, concerned he approached them for answers since they were supposed to have lunch together an hour ago.

“Where are my lady wife and my son?”

“Lady (y/n) has taken Lord Rickon on dragon back”

Almost like (y/n) had heard her husband looking for them she decided it was time to make their landing, as gently as he could Starblaze landed before he roared to make Cregan cover his ears from the sound, he turned his attention to the large beast only to find (y/n) slide down before she reached up to assist Rickon and once he was tucked in her arms and supported him by her hip she fixed his ruffled her, the boys' rosy cheeks were the evidence of the cold air as he leaned to (y/n)s arms as much as he could.

“Did you have fun little cub?”

Rickon nodded with excitement and (y/n) snickered at how adorable the child was, to see him smile so brightly and enjoy his time with her was the peak of her day, (y/n) was so fascinated by Rickon that she did not notice how Cregan looked at them.

His son was motherless ever since birth, he had not known the love of a mother, he married (y/n) to somehow fill that void in the boy's heart, his heart sang at the sight of Rickon tucking his head on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her neck and (y/n) rubbed his back, she saw him as her kin, Rickon was now one of her own.

“My apologies my lord we seem to lose track of time, Rickon was strapped the whole time I hope you did not worry for his safety, we double check everything before we ride”

“It alright my love, Chiara take Rickon to his bed”

“I will see you later sweet boy”

Rickon yawned when he was passed to the handmaiden, it seemed like the long ride tired him out to forget he had not eaten since he broke his fast, (y/n)s heart skipped a beat at the words of Cregan, he never called her that, it was always “my lady” or “my wife”.

“We should head for lunch”

“It can wait”

Cregan grabbed her hand not forcibly but with enough strength to guide her away from the yard, (y/n) was taken back by the sudden behavior of the lord, he had never done such an act of escorting her so swiftly or skipping their lunch.

Before she could ask any questions or understand where they were heading Cregan pulled her into his chamber and shut the door behind him, at an instant his arm snaked around her waist, and put his lips on top of hers for a passionate kiss.

(Y/n) relaxed under his touch as she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss, the sensation of his beard against her chin was something she never would have guessed that she had missed, his fingers found the back of her dress and with clumsy movements, he snapped her corset open.

“My beloved wife”

It came out more like a growl than a compliment before he finally got her naked, his eyes full of lust as his big hands roamed her bare skin, (y/n) was a fine partner as she had familiarised herself with Cregan wanting to take the lead.

Cregan positioned her so she can straddle him while he sat on their bed, her fingers graced through scars that he had earned from previous battles on his chest and lower abdomen, in (y/n)s eyes Cregan was a God, a handsome young lord that was hers by oath, to be able to see him paralyzed with pleasure was an aphrodisiac on its own.

“I missed you”

She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as she found the strength to admit it between kisses that tickled his neck, slowly she dragged her nails down his back causing him to hiss, Cregan had done his best to restrain from taking her in every room of his home, he had not forgotten their wedding night but the fear of losing her while his seed occupied her womb had been the only obstacle.

“Do not worry, you will always be mine”

The greediness had started to run in Cregan's veins when it came to her, the whispers of men about her beauty and the things they would say about her were making him go wild inside.

(Y/n) was the lady of the north now, it was inevitable that men wanted her and women envied her, that did not make it better in his head, he was possessive of his dragon, and now that she had spread her wings over his firstborn son in such a compassionate and loving way.

The image of (y/n) with a swollen belly walking next to him as the men lowered their heads in defeat was his motivation to thrust with all his might, slow yet strong as he earned grunts and moans from her.

(Y/n) moved her hips like she mounted her dragon, she smirked at the idea that her years on dragon back would come in handy when it came to pleasuring her lord husband, she thoroughly enjoyed Cregan's surprise and sounds that came from his plump lips, the student was catching up to her master.

“Keep it up, my love”

“Say it again”

“My Love”

Cregan repeated before he grabbed a fistful of her hair to force her head back and create a canvas of kisses and bites out of her shoulders and collarbones, her hands found his biceps as she dug her nails deeper to unleash some of her power, there it was again, the strange fire that started from her lower part of her belly and then exploded all over her body.

“We shall have a child, you must be the mother of the child”

He was talking more to himself than her, (y/n) did not care she relished his delirium of thoughts of her becoming a mother, the mother of a wolf and a dragon, what intricate combination would that be? She thought, she had grown tired but kept going, waiting for him to pull away from her all of the sudden but he never did, on the contrary, he held her closer and his hug became almost like an invincible lock with her chest colliding with his until he finally stopped, his head laid in her chest for a moment until the delightful feeling shimmered down.

(Y/n) caressed his back with her fingertips, the wolf of the north, the warrior lord was now holding her and resting in her arms like a baby, she smiled lazily as his eyes found hers, and his thumb reached up to go over her lips, (y/n) response was pursing her lips and kissing his thumb making him laugh in a lower tone.

“Our first child will be a girl”

“It may be a son, my love”

“No, a girl, she will have a dragon, like her mother”

He slightly pulled back to lower his focus to her now flat belly, his hand went from her lips and traced down to her belly button, forcing goosebumps all over her glistening body, she looked like a diamond as the sweat droplets went between her breasts.

The daylight shinned through the windows (y/n)s skin appeared to be made out of diamonds and the sweat was just liquid gold when it came to what Cregan thought of her, they both panted for air and gawked at one another, Cregan's hands found her waist again to pull her near enough for his lips to nibble on her earlobe before he whispered.

“Today will be the day we conceive our first out of many, let us make sure of that, lay down”

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[natalievoncatte]

Nothing has ever hit Lena like this.

She’s been abducted by aliens. She was almost shotgun married to an alien. Her ex was eaten by nanobots in front of her. She’s been tried to a chair while her brother tried to murder the world’s most beloved hero, and nearly vaporized by a man with a radioactive chunk of another planet for a heart.

Not to mention the mundane stuff. The L-Corp logo in the lobby almost crushing her. Bombs, bullets, blades, being thrown off a balcony, thrown off a roof, left to die in a plane crash.

Almost killed when her brother sent drones to shoot down her helicopter and a golden vision of inhuman beauty came from the sky to save her life.

Of course, that golden vision had tarnished, turned brass. She could be bossy, sanctimonious, paranoid, prone to snapping at Lena one moment… then making her knees weak the next.

Because sometimes, Supergirl wasn’t bossy, sanctimonious, or paranoid. Sometimes she was all dashing grace, with a profoundly frustrating tendency to scoop Lena into her arms and carry her there with surpassing tenderness, as though she were the most precious treasure the alien had ever seen.

Poor Lena’s heart had suffered terribly through all that, yet never skipped a beat.

It skipped now.

Kara looked up from her burger, apropos of nothing. Or, that’s what Lena would have thought a moment ago, before she recognized that scar.

The world spun crazily. Lena grasped the sides of her seat for dear life while alarms and sirens blared in every direction. Smoke coughed noisily from the remains of the turbines that had powered her chopper’s rotor blades. As the world seemed to grow weightless, Lena finally accepted what was happening- the chopper was going to crash. She was going to die.

And then there was a wind.

No, not a wind. A blur of motion, a red and blue streak cutting through the brilliant afternoon light and then a stomach-churning lurch as the falling aircraft just stopped, gently floating to a safe landing on the roof.

With a squeak of tearing metal, she was there. A goddess in primary colors, soft waves of golden hair framing her devastatingly lovely face as she checked the pilot and then turned those arresting blue eyes to Lena and then asked-

“Are you okay? Lena?”

With trembling hands, Lena reached up. Kara froze, a thousand emotions flashing on her face, fear flickering in the oceans of her eyes. They both paused, testing the moment. This was it. They had their choices: Lena could stop, make some excuse. Kara could flinch and offer some gee golly shucks reason to move out of reach and dissemble her way out of it. They could decide not to do this.

Lena did not stop, and Kara did not move. The frames of Kara’s glasses were surprisingly heavy in her grasp as she softly tugged them free and set them aside. Lena raises a hand to Kara’s cheek, ever hesitant quiver of her palm a question. She closed the gap between them on the couch and brought her other arm back up, circling Kara in something that was somehow more intimate than a hug. He best friend sat stone still as Lena worked loose the band that held her hair.

Golden locks spilled about her shoulders, and Lena gasped. She caressed her hand up Kara’s shockingly soft cheek and touched the scar lightly with her thumb.

Lena felt the tears trembling in her own eyes as Kara’s welled with her own. The moment had come; the river was crossed, the decision made.

And yet in this moment there was another one, at once simpler and more profound. Lena’s lip trembled. Anger welled in her chest, burning hot and bright.

It’s not a great question for a Luthor to ask someone in my family.

It twisted in her like venom, burning at her insides, trying to eat through her from the inside out. The fury rose until she thought she’d be sick, and then…

Kara Danvers believes in you.

Take me instead!

I can’t hold both! You have to jump!

I will always protect you.

“It’s you,” Lena whispered. “It’s always been you.”

Before she knew what was happening, Kara drew her forward with surpassing tenderness. Hands that could crack marble gently guided Lena’s weight into Kara’s lap. What had not been meant as an embrace became one, and Lena made her choice.

It was her.

It had always been her.

Noticing small details about them (physically)

[glassartpeasants]

Run Rabbit Run

Yandere!Eustass Kidd x F!Reader

Warnings: physical abuse, death, pre-time skip kidd, implied non-con, nonconsensual kissing/touching, blood, Kidd being an arsonist, edited as much as my smooth brain could, long fic??

Trash summary: After escaping, reader has flashbacks of her time with kidd and it only fuels her want for freedom more

A/N: Well, this took a bit long. I went over this fic so damn much it isn't even funny. I do hope in the end, it was worth it and that you guys like it. Whoever guesses the word count gets a cookie

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The sound of rain crashing down did little to dull the sound of your beating heart. It echoed in your ears to the point where you thought it’d explode! The way you struggled to get air in your lungs didn’t help either. They burned along with your body as you ran as fast as you could through the trees.

The rain still hit you despite the leaves that protected you overhead. Your clothes clung to your body tight enough to the point it made it difficult to run. You lost your socks to the mud long ago, so now you were pushing through the slimy ground as fast as you could. The feeling of it against your feet made you cringe. But you’d rather deal with it than go back to the hell that you just escaped from.

About a year ago, you were abducted from your hometown in broad daylight by the most feared New Gen pirates in the South Blue, the Kidd Pirates. Everyone from your town knew who they were. No shop owners denied them service, and everyone waited on their beck and call. Despite that, they still plundered and burned down anything they wanted to. Nothing was safe.

You remember the first day you saw them. You were walking home from the grocery store when you heard the mayor pleading. Biting your lip, you look around the corner of a building, trying to get a sense of what was happening. There you saw it, your mayor on his knees begging a group of people to leave your town alone. Squinting your eyes, you try to see better, only to let out a gasp of shock and fear.

“No way…” You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. The seemingly whole crew of the infamous Kidd Pirates. Their captain, Eustass Kidd, stood in front of your begging mayor with a sick grin on his face. 

“Too bad, old man! Now, you either give me all the treasures in this shit town, or you'll see its ashes fall from the sky!” The air seemed to go cold as you felt frozen. You wanted to run away and warn your community, but something made you stay.

“But! The people need that for-” The mayor went flying backward from a kick that the pirate sent his way.

“Wrong answer, old fool! Burn it down and take everything! Leave no stone unturned!” The rest of the pirates went their separate ways and followed their captain's commands. Your whole body shook as you moved your gaze back to the captain. A choking feeling took over you when you saw his amber eyes staring right into yours. Even from where you stood, you could hear him laughing as your eyes never left his. 

You finally manage to pull out of your frozen trance when you watch him starting to move in your direction. Dropping your groceries, you start to run away as fast as you could. You look all around, trying to find the best routes to lose him, but his eyes haunt you no matter where you look.

The sound of your footsteps rang in your ears as you felt your heart kicking into overdrive. What could he possibly want from you? Would he kill you? Use you as some sort of ransom? All you knew was that you had to outrun him! 

Suddenly, your jerked to a stop. You feel yourself slowly moving backward. Looking down, you see the bracelet that your fiance gave you, slowly pulling you back to where you just ran from. You try to take it off but are once again jerked back even harder, and your whole body feels like it’s flying backward from how hard you were pulled back.

“Where do you think you're going, huh?” A strong hand grabbed your wrist as your back collided with the man you had just tried to run away from. You could only look up in horror as his smile sent chills down your spine.

“Y-Your Eustass Kidd…” Your voice shakes, as well as your body.

“Damn right, I am. What? You afraid?” His laugh only fueled your fear more. Here you were, stuck in a madman's grip with no way of knowing what his plans for you were.

“Please! Just let me go! I-I’ll give you all the money I have. Just please let me go!” You try to pry his hand off your wrist, but inside, you know it is pointless. It seemed your pathetic attempt amused him.

“Now, why would I let something I caught far and square go?” He pulled your hand closer to look at the bracelet that adorned your wrist.

“Your shitty stainless steel bracelet betrayed you, princess.”

“My fiance worked hard to make it for me!-”

“Don’t make me laugh! This is the shittest piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen!” You see him grab your bracelet and watch in horror as it contorts itself off your wrist. It falls into his hands as he looks at it closer.

“Give it back!” You try to grab it, but he lifts it up and away from your grasp.

“It ain’t even pure stainless steel. Pathetic. Not even detailed, just a circle of metal.” Your mouth drops open when you see the bracelet crunch into a ball the size of a bullet.

“Repel.” What used to be your bracelet shoots away from his hand and into a store window. You feel tears rim your eyes at his chuckles.

“Now, c’mon. You're coming with me.” Once again, you try to pry off his grip, but it doesn’t budge an inch.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, princess. I’m not a very patient person.” You were about to say something in retaliation, but the sound of your fiance yelling made you turn your head.

“(Y/N)! Get your hands off her, you filthy pirate!” Your heart drops to your stomach when you see your fiance standing 30 feet away from you. Moving your gaze from your fiance to Kidd was a mistake, as you felt your blood run cold. The cocky grin was no longer there, instead, a furious one replaced it.

“This is that pathetic fiance? Ugh, I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got to take this treasure I found back to the ship-”

“(Y/N)’s not going anywhere with you! Let her go, pirate!” A murderous look sparked in Kidd’s eyes as he looked at your fiance, who dared tell him what to do. A bad feeling filled your gut as you turned to your fiance.

“Run (....)! He’s going to kill you!” You try to scream out to them as loud as you could. The hand that once gripped your wrist wrapped itself around your torso and pulled you into Kidd’s chest. Your arms trapped under his arm as you struggle to even move.

“Killer!” The sound of running footsteps echoes as they grow closer to you.

“Yeah, Kidd?” A man in a striped blue and white mask appears next to you. His stature much different from the one holding you hostage.

“I need to make an example out of them, kill them. Little shit thinks they can tell me what I can and can’t do.” You stare at the masked man in horror as he seemingly stares back at you.

“Who’s she?”

“My new plaything. Cutie, ain’t she?” Kidd’s chest rumbles with small laughter as he holds you tighter. The man who you assume is Killer, simply nodded before two massive blades come into your view. Your throat goes dry as you see him rush towards your fiance, who looks petrified. 

“No! Leave them alone!-”

“Alright, let's go.” You were turned around just before you heard the wails of your fiance. Tears started to slip down your cheeks as the love of your life was brutally slain right behind you. Your mind runs with horrific images of what could have possibly happened. All you did was look at the ground and watch as each pebble left your sight as Kidd walked forward. You wanted to scream, kick, punch, just anything to hurt him, but your body was immobile from the sheer shock of how fast your life was crashing down in front of you.

“What a pretty sight, don’t you think?” Biting your lip, you move your head up slowly to see what could possibly make him so happy. As soon as you lifted your head, you felt your mouth drop open at the sight.

The buildings that you’ve known your entire life were set ablaze. The heat it gave off was insufferable as Kidd walked through it without a care. Sounds of wood collapsing and flames flickering rang from all directions. All your childhood memories erased and replaced with an ongoing hell before your eyes. The urge to vomit was immense, but you held back, not wanting to show any more weakness than you already have.

The trek from the town to the ship felt like hours, yet when you did reach the ship, it was like one you’d never seen. You couldn’t keep your eyes off it. If it didn’t belong to the man who took away all that you loved dear just moments ago, you would have applauded for its uniqueness. The only thing that deserves the fate that your home was subject to is the ship in front of you. 

Your heart beat against your ribs at the sound of wood creaking under Kidd’s feet. You bit your lip in worry, not knowing where he was taking you. While he dragged you to the deep parts of his ship, you tried memorizing anything you could. The only thing you could really focus on, though, was the sickening smile that he wore. 

He stopped at a door in the furthest part of the ship. Your body shook as he opened the door to show what's inside. Crates filled most of the room, but there was a small window that barely let any light inside the room. When your eyes landed on a set of chains, you knew that you couldn’t let him put those on you. If he got them on, there was no way to get them off!

“No! Let me go!” You try to desperately wiggle out, but a quick crushing hold from Kidd had the wind knocked from your lungs. The sounds of chains jiggling blocked from your mind as you try to regain the air that was abruptly squeezed out of you. It was only when you felt the cold metal attacking your ankle and your body crashing to the ground is when you were dragged back to the present. 

“There we go.” You didn’t dare look up. Your only thought was to pry off the chain, even though you knew that it was wishful thinking. Tears pour down your face once more at the fear of what would happen to you. You could feel your nails digging into the skin of your ankle as you tried to rip it off.

You feel Kidd grabbing both your wrists with one hand before using the other one to grab your face. He moves your head so he can look at your tear filled face. He moved his smiling face closer to yours to where there must have been only 2 inches away from yours. You see him stick his tongue out before you feel the slimy muscle run up your cheek, licking your tears away. You felt bile rise in your throat as he did the same to your other cheek, his saliva coating your skin. Through your blurry vision, you can see him licking his lips.

“You look so hot with tears running down your face, princess. Just the sight alone is enough for me to want to shove my cock down your throat just to see more of your pretty tears.” His crude words made you shut your eyes in embarrassment as you tried to turn your head away, yet to no avail. You can feel his head move to the point where you feel his breath against your ear.

“I’ll be back. Don’t wanna miss out on all the fun. Gotta make sure everything burns. I’m sure you understand.” His laughter rang in your ear as he let go of your face and wrists. The noise echoed in the small room. Making it sound like the devil himself was laughing at you. The man in front of you might as well be.

The small light that the door gave you soon snuffed out as Kidd closed the door. The sound of it locking on the other side made the darkness surrounding you more menacing. From the small window that gave you as much light as a lighter, you could see the sun setting and the small burnt debris from your home falling from the sky.

~~~

The feeling of the ship rocking made your stomach curdle. You’ve never been on one before, and now you were at the very bottom of one? The window that was your only source of light was just barely above the water. On rainy days, light was practically a wish. You were caved in total darkness. The only thing that soothed you to sleep was the sound of the rain. You just tried to imagine you were back home and lying down on your bed, waiting for your fiance to join you.

The ‘bed’ you got to sleep on was just tons of blankets lying on top of one another. You had to use a blanket as a pillow as well. It didn’t help that it was freezing. Hypothermia was basically knocking on your door every night. Sometimes you could even see your own breath. 

The chain around your ankle didn’t help either. It felt like freezing needles were stabbing into your skin constantly. Sometimes you thought that it might just freeze your foot off.

Suddenly, you hear the telltale signs that Kidd was approaching your door. You’ve memorized the patterns of everyone's footsteps that had come in and out of your room. Which was basically just Kidd and his little kiss-ass friend Killer.

You could hear the lock unlocking, and soon the bright light from the outside filled your room. Gritting your teeth, you pretend to be asleep under the blankets. Maybe he might just leave.

“I know your awake, princess.” You move your head just so you could barely catch a glimpse of him. Despite the fact you were shooting him daggers with your eyes, he simply laughed at you. He held a lantern light before shutting the door and making it semi-dark again. Your heartbeat doubles as you see his smile as he walks towards you. 

“No, hello, aye?” He set down the lantern on a crate before sitting down just above your head. It was quiet for a second before you felt him grip your hair and harshly tug so you’d look at him. The stinging made your eyes water as you looked at him.

“You better start talking, I wanna hear your voice, princess.” You see him pull out a sharp blade from his pocket. Knowing he was a man who never made empty threats, you gave in.

“H-Hello Eustass.” Your voice barely a whisper as you look at him in his amber eyes. 

“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You dig your nails into the blankets as you try to imagine yourself anywhere but here. His laughter rang in your ears before you felt him lock his lips with yours. 

He was rough, and he kept your hair tightly between your fingers. You didn’t reciprocate the kiss, which made him let out a growl. His grip grew tighter, and you soon felt the cold metal of a blade press up against the skin of your neck. 

You could feel your eyes widen and your heart stop at the sensation. You couldn’t escape him if you were dead. Despite wanting to spit in his face, you did what he wanted. While he didn’t move the knife, you felt him smile against your lips. 

He was pushy with his kisses, seemingly trying to steal your air. You did your best to try and keep up so he wouldn’t hurt you, but he was just not giving you any time. He bit your lip hard, which made you yelp out in pain. He took advantage and shoved his tongue down your throat. The taste of sake filled your mouth as he explored every inch of your mouth. 

Tears soon dripped from your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to keep them in. Kidd saw this and groaned into your mouth at the sight. You hated this sick bastard and how he got off to you crying from pain and fear. 

He soon pulled away, and a trail of saliva connected both of your lips. Air finally expanded your lungs after being cut off for so long. You cough for a few seconds before looking back up at Kidd. The knife was still held against your throat, and his grip on your hair tight. 

“Your still so bratty. I wonder how long it’s going to take to break you. Break you so you cry and beg for my cock the moment you see me. Begging me to use you like a toy. My dicks hard just thinking about it.” The hand holding the knife left, and you could see him put it down. A sigh of relief left you before you felt him grab your hand. He gave you a gut-wrenching smile before moving your hand to the waistband of his pants. Your eyes widen, and your heart stops at the action.

“Gonna show you just how hard you make me princess. And maybe if your good, you’ll get a reward…” He pushes your hand down his pants you hear him let out a shaky breath. You can feel the tips of your fingers touching the base of his cock. The simple feeling made you vomit in your mouth. You hear Kidd laugh as he looks down at you. He puts his face close to yours once more, and you can see the crazed look in his eyes. 

“...And if you're bad, you can say goodbye to ever leaving this room.”

~~~

Your ankle still burns from being shackled for so long. It was so tight against your foot that sometimes you still think it's on. It has been off for a while, but the scar from it scrapping against your skin was still fresh. It’d no doubt stay there forever, even if you do apply scar cream. The scar would always be a reminder of what you went through and what you lost. 

By now, the rain had mixed with your tears as your hair stuck to your face. Your body overworked itself as it ignored every fall in the mud, every rock or stick stepped on, and the overwhelming fear that the man you’ve been stuck with will catch you. After working so hard to be able to escape, you weren’t gonna go down now. 

Still, you feared that he might find you. You had left footprints in the mud as you ran into the woods. What if he saw them? Could the rain possibly have washed them away? Your mind simply ran rampant as thoughts seemed to come and go. 

Especially the thought of how you were going to get the thick metal collar that adorned your neck off. It also rubbed against your skin to the point where it would also leave a scar. The rubbed raw skin burned whenever the cold metal hit against it. The cold rain barely soothed the pain. You didn’t see how that crazy bastard thought that it was a reward for good behavior. 

Once again, you felt your body freezing up. It had been getting colder, and you still had the same blankets you did when you were first thrown into this hell hole. Your hair was still slightly damp from the shower earlier, and it didn’t make you warmer either.  You could hear laughter and cheers coming from the floor above you.

‘Sounds like they're celebrating another successful raid. Gross.’ You could only think to yourself as the sounds grew louder and louder. How the hell were you supposed to sleep when they're practically screaming?

Just then, you could hear Kidd’s footsteps approaching the door. You take a deep breathe before getting ready to deal with your kidnapper once again. What could he want at this hour though? First his crew is partying late into the night and now he’s coming down to bother you? 

“Wake up, princess. I got you a present.” You could practically hear his sadistic smile from the other side of the door. The door unlocked, and you could see his outline. His shadow filled the small room. In his hand seemed to be a thick metal collar. A sinking feeling rose in your gut. What could he possibly want for making you wear that?

“What's that?” Your voice filled with venom despite trying to sound calm. You glared at the collar, hoping that it might explode. 

“Well since you’ve been such a good girl, I think you can take a break from the chains.” Your eyebrows raise in suspicion at his words.

“But you have to wear this.” He held up said metal collar with a smirk.

“If you even try to run, I can just drag you back to me. Of course, you wouldn’t get far, but if you do try anything, your going back down here. In the dark.” You run your options in your head. Even if it’s for a while, getting out of this room might save some of your dwindling sanity. At the same time, you’ll be stuck with him for even longer in the day.

“...Okay.” When the shackle fell from your ankle you swore you could feel a smile grace your lips. The raw skin finally free from the constant rubbing on the shackle. The smile was short lived though, cause just as soon as that piece of metal left, the metal collar wrapped around your throat. It was much lighter than you thought but it was still thick. Kidd grabbed your chin and made you face him.

“You look so much more pretty with that around your neck. Now, I can take you places. Doesn’t that sound fun, princess?” He laughed in your face before grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. You yelp in surprise at the sudden action as Kidd makes his way out of the small room.  

While he locked the door, you took in your surroundings. You haven’t seen the outside of the room since you were originally put in there. Kidd always just came to you, so you forgot what outside the room looked like. That or Killer would blindfold you and take you to the showers before bringing you back. 

“Where are we going?” Your voice sounded like a whisper compared to the loud roars of laughter coming from the crew.  Kidd didn’t answer you regardless, which only made you frown.  You tried to commit every floorboard and hallway to memory as he took you to another room. It didn’t take long, but it felt like an eternity in your fear. 

When he opened the door to the other room, it was much bigger than the one you had just left. It had an actual bed, and clothes strayed all across the floor. Tiny metal trinkets scattered across shelves and a dresser.

‘Must be his bedroom…’ The door locked as soon as you were inside. Before you could say anything, Kidd dropped you onto the bed.

“Get comfy 'cause you're sleeping here tonight.” You didn’t say anything, only scooting closer to the top of the bed.  You were already in your pajamas, the warmest ones that Kidd had bought you. Well, more likely stole, but whatever. All your clothes were picked out by him, and you hated it. They all showed too much skin to your liking, and the pajamas weren’t any better. The warmest one was a T-shirt and fleece pajama shorts. Obviously not something that would create much heat. 

You threw the blankets over you and laid down on the bed, trying to avoid looking at your captor. The metal collar made it slightly uncomfortable, but you could still sleep with it on, no doubt. 

The feeling of the bed dipping down behind you made your breath hitch as you felt the covers move as well. A strong hand grabs your waist and pulls you closer towards the middle of the bed. A warm body was pressed against your back, and the smell of oil hit your nostrils. Another arm slithers under your body, and now you're totally trapped against his chest. 

“You smell so nice, princess. I could just eat you.” Kidd laughs as he lays his head between your head and shoulder. The metal collar against his face couldn’t be comfortable, but he didn’t say anything.

“Thank you…?” Despite the urge to ignore him, you don’t. You didn’t wanna freeze and maybe this could be used to your advantage. A way to escape!

You feel his lips kiss the exposed skin of your neck that the collar didn’t cover before feeling his lipstick run against your neck when he begins nibbling on the sensitive skin. You can feel him smiling, and the way his breath fanned your neck made goosebumps ghost your skin. 

A rough, calloused hand soon grabs the fat of your thigh before rubbing a circle on it with his thumb. The feeling of his hands holding you never failed to make you frown. You grit your teeth when you hear Kidd laugh against your skin. 

“Now that you're going to be out in public with me. I need the world to know who you belong to.” You can feel your throat going dry at the implications of his words and actions. Closing your eyes, you did your best to try imagining yourself home and in bed with your fiance.

He seemed to pick up that you were imagining you were anywhere else but here cause you soon felt his teeth dig into your skin harshly. You let out a cry from the pain and dig your nails into the bed sheets. Biting your lip, you try to ignore the throbbing the bite brought. 

The hand that wasn’t rubbing on your thigh moved under your shirt. Your heart beat rapidly the closer he got to your breasts. His cold hands felt like ice cubes running against your skin. Words of hatred rose in your throat as you tried to hold down the venom that bubbled inside you.

“A-Aren’t you tired from raiding? Maybe we should get some sleep, huh?” You tried to deter him from continuing his selfish desires. A soft ‘hmm’ came from his throat but was soon replaced with laughter.

“I think I’ll sleep better after fucking you on my cock. Plus, I’ve been thinking about fucking you stupid all day, princess.” Your heart dropped to your stomach at his confession. Every inch of your body went rigid when you felt his hand palm your breast. 

The hand that rubbed circles on your thigh soon moved up and played with the waistband of your shorts. Tears started streaming down your face at the feeling of his cold fingers dipping beneath the layers of clothes. 

~~~

You hated the way his room smelled. Oil and sweat seemingly infused with every object. Did he ever wash his clothes? It was to the point where you would have washed them with! The stench was unbearable!

Yet, you would still rather be here in a warm room than the freezing hell that was your old room. At least here, there was a thick comforter. Even though there was a bed that was much more comfortable than the floor, you'd rather lay on the ground than lay in a bed where you felt like your life was worth nothing. 

“God fucking damnit! Those fucking marines keep getting in my way!” All the blood in your body ran cold, hearing Kidd scream in rage. He was a whole other evil when his rage took over. Unfortunately, it was more often than you’d like. When he got like this, it felt like he viewed you as an enemy. You remember when he grabbed your arm before throwing you to the ground after accusing you of laughing at his failure. 

Or the time when he kicked you in the stomach so hard that you threw up. 

The bedroom door slammed open before Kidd slammed it shut again. You didn’t say anything, only looking at him to see his next move. He had some blood on his face that only made his rage more horrifying. 

“Fuck!” Grabbing a metal trinket, he threw it at his door. The impact was strong enough for it to get stuck in the door. You dug your nails into your palms as you looked at the door. There were already marks from when he’d throw knives at the door in anger. You swallowed the lump that seemed to get caught in your throat as you hesitantly turned your gaze toward Kidd.

“What the fuck are you staring at?!” Your heart froze as you hear him stomping towards you. A spurt of adrenaline kicked inside you as you tried moving backward away from him. It only served to make him madder cause he grabbed you by your foot and pulled you towards him.

“I said, what the fuck are you staring at?!” His hand grabbed the exposed part of your neck before squeezing. You tried kicking him, but he only lifted you up in the air. Tears rimmed your eyes as you try clawing at his hand, which only served to piss him off more.

“Your happy, aren’t you?! You think that marines are gonna catch me and you’ll be free?! Is that it?!” You tried shaking your head, but his grip was too strong. 

“I-I can’t….breathe… Kidd please…” Through your blurry vision, you can see the same amber eyes that haunted your nightmares. Even when your vision started to go black, you could see his eyes glowing.

“Stupid bitch!” You feel your body getting thrown and the grip on your neck gone. Yet not soon after, you feel your body colliding with the wall before falling on the floor. You could hear a crack ringing in your ears when your head hit the floor. 

Every inch of your body burned, and the slightest movement only doubled that. When you tried to open your eyes, your vision was blurry, and you could feel something cascading down your forehead. You couldn’t move your head, so all you saw was the dirty floor of the bedroom. 

It sounded like Kidd was trying to say something, but it was all just white noise. All you could hear was the ringing in your head and the feeling of your head throbbing. You feel your forehead is covered in something, but everything just seems like a blur. 

Kidd’s boots soon came into your sight as he kneeled down next to you. You feel his fingers glide through your hair before taking a fistful and lifting you up to face him. A searing pain vibrated through your body as you let out a pained cry. You try to move, but your body feels too bruised to even move in the slightest.

“Fucking pathetic! Why do I even keep you around when you're so fucking useless?!” Despite your blurry vision, his eyes managed to pierce through the blur. You try to talk, but nothing comes out, not even whimpers. 

“Hey! I’m talking to you! Don’t fucking ignore me!” The grip on your hair was replaced by him grabbing your face so you’d look at him. All you saw was a red blur with eyes glaring at you. All your strength disappeared, and you could feel yourself grow limp.

A deep urge to sleep soon took a toll as you felt your eyelids growing heavy. It felt like rocks were dragging them down, and no matter how hard you tried to keep them open. Even though you could feel yourself being shaken, you simply ignored the sensation. With a last flutter of your eyes, a black void soon swallowed 

You remember Killer telling you that you were out cold for a few days and what actually happened to you. Well, more like you had to hit it out of him. Kidd must have told him not to tell you, but in the end, you managed to get the truth after hitting him repeatedly and threatening to throw things at him. 

What he told you was that your body hit the ground hard enough for your skull to have a small fracture. 

It did manage to heal relatively well and at the predicted healing rate, but that didn’t mean anything to you. It wouldn’t have happened if Kidd didn’t use you as a personal punching bag. You remember the look in his eyes when he lifted you in the air and had his hand wrapped around your throat. It’s a look that still plagues your nightmares even to this day. You’re still fully convinced that he planned to kill you that day, but something stopped him. 

Those events only encouraged you to run as fast as your feet could carry you. 

The rain made it hard to stay on your feet even though you tried your hardest. There were times when your foot would slip, and you’d go crashing into the mud. It felt disgusting to have your body coated in seemingly cold slime. Your clothes were definitely done with after you found a place to safely hide and to get rid of them. 

If you were to look at yourself in a mirror right now, you’d probably look like a mudslide victim. The feeling of mud getting under your collar and rubbing against the raw skin burned like hell. You prayed that it wouldn’t get infected. 

~~~

He was acting more loving than normal. It was…unnerving.

Something must have changed inside of Kidd after he threw you against the wall. Because instead of just him using you for his own pleasure and using you as a punching bag whenever he got angry, he started acting like you actually meant something to him. Acting like he loved you.

The thought made you sick. It had to be some sick game he was playing.

Yet, here he was now, laying on your chest, giving you praises. Telling you that your such a good girl. That he chose the right one to have by his side. How you were so beautiful and that you made him so happy. 

He was acting vulnerable.

“I love you princess…” He buried his head in your chest. You knew he wanted to hear you say the same thing, but there was no way you were ever telling him that. Even if he gave you all the treasure in the world, you’d never say it. So all you did was run your fingers through his unkempt hair, thinking of questions to ask him, to try distracting him.

“How was the recent raid?”

“You should have seen how high the fires were. High enough to touch the clouds! Even those stupid marines couldn’t put out the flames!” His laughter made your heart constrict. You knew he was merciless when it came to his raids, but it simply reminded you of the horror that happened to your own town. You felt stupid for asking even though you should have known the answer.

“Was…the treasure good?”

“Not even worth a cent. They tried fighting us on it, so we had to teach them a lesson.” You let out a ‘hmm’ as you frown. A sudden weight was lifted off your chest as you saw him lifting his body up off yours. You weren’t complaining, but you wondered what was going on in that crazy head of his. 

The bed dipped on the side of you, and you felt Kidd grab you and pull you close to him. Your face was pressed against his chest, and your head was under his. The feeling of his lips kissing the top of your head only served to frown more. 

“Killer was asking me the other day when I plan on letting you go…” You could feel your eyes widen at his words. You haven’t begged him to let you go since you got the collar. Ever since you got the collar, you’ve just been plotting to get his trust and finding a way out. Maybe he figured out your plan? Yet surely, he will get rid of you someday, right? One day he’d get bored of you.

“...And I told him never.”

~~~

It felt like you’ve been running forever. You fear your body is giving up on you with how much slower you’ve been running. The thought that you might collapse soon without being in a safe place scared you cause what if he found you? You’d never see the light of day again.

Thankfully, you were out of the mostly dirt part of the forest. By now, there was actual grass, and you could see light in front of you. Tempting you, encouraging you to come closer, that your almost there. 

You picked up the pace, even though your body burned. Telling you that you couldn’t take it anymore. Yet you ignored the pain. 

You could see through the cloudy light that something colorful was up ahead. It wasn’t like any of the colors that the Victoria Punk wore. Instead, they seemed more lively. More friendly. Still, looks could be deceiving. Although, you would take anything over the ship you’ve been stuck on for the past year. 

When your feet hit the sandy beaches, you feel yourself crying even harder. Instead of fear, it was hope. You took a look at the ship, and once again, you’ve never seen such a unique ship. It was the complete opposite of the Victoria Punk. Instead of a skull, it had a cute little lion. It seemed just as big as the Victoria, if not maybe a bit bigger. Then again, you’ve only seen the outside twice.

The ship was out a bit, but it looked like it was still in shallow water. The anchor was down, so it looked like they weren’t moving anytime soon. That would give you enough time to swim over and scale up the side of the ship. If you could run along mud, sharp sticks, and rocks, you could definitely scale a boat. 

The water was cold when you first entered it. It made you shiver harshly, but you pushed through it. The salty water managed to clean off some of the mud that had stuck to your clothes. It felt refreshing when you dipped your head underwater for a second so you could feel the dirt on your face wash away too. 

When you did reach the ship, your feet still touched the ground, thankfully. It wasn’t that deep to your luck.  There were windows you could grab onto, but they were higher up than you could confidently grab. The only thing that would give you leverage was the barnacles that stuck to the lower side of the ship. You go to grab one, and only then did you feel how sharp they were. Biting your lip, you take a deep breath before actively grabbing onto the barnacles. 

Climbing the first few feet seemed torturous. You could feel them dig deep into your skin. They did end up leaving cuts that had you bleeding, but you were so close now, you weren’t gonna give up now. 

When you managed to grab the window and get a good grip, you let out a sigh of relief. With shaky arms, you pull yourself up. You swing your leg over the wall of the ship, and when you feel your feet touch the grass of the ship-

Grass?

Looking down, you see healthy green grass all across the deck. You can feel the grass brush against your feet. The small cuts on the bottom of your feet from the barnacles left small patches of blood on the grass. You’d have to look down on the grass for a few seconds if you wanted to see it. Maybe the rain will wash it away. You’d hate to bleed all over the boat of the people who would be your saviors. 

Suddenly, You hear voices in the distance. Fear fills your being as you quickly look around to find someplace to hide. Your gut told you to go up the stairs to the first door, so you quickly did. Trying not to make as much noise as possible. Who the voices belonged to, you didn’t know. But you weren’t gonna take the chance that it was Kidd and his goons. 

When you entered the room, you saw it was a kitchen. Your eyes scanned across the room to find a better hiding spot in said kitchen. A cabinet under the sink caught your eye, and you quickly tried to hide under it. But when you were about to close the door, you saw your bloody footprints leading right to where you were. You tried to wipe all the bloody footprints you could reach, but when you heard the sound of the treading through water and a ramp dropping, you quickly ducked inside your hiding spot.

You finally had time to think after you closed the small door. Thoughts of your escape through the forest, thoughts of the hell you experienced, and the thoughts of the man that let you free.

“I’m putting you in charge of her, alright? If I see a single scratch on her, I’ll have your head on a stick!” The man holding the chain that your collar was connected only nodded at Kidd.

“I’d come with your princess, but we need supplies. Plus, you’ve been a good girl. I know by now you won’t run away, right?”

“I won’t run at all. I can’t wait to see you later.” You sent a forceful smile his way, and he sent his smug one back. He turned around and started walking towards the ship where other crew mates were. Only when he left your sight is when your heart calmed down.

It was humiliating. Being chained up like this in public. You would’ve rather crawled in a hole and die then deal with the constant eyes staring at you. Nothing in this town made it worth the stares.

This town was known for having some of the best sweets, and Kidd thought that after so long of you not making a fuss or trying anything, that you were trustworthy enough to go out of the ship. Of course, he still had someone go with you. Just in case someone were to take you away from him.

“Is there someplace you want to go?” The man next to you finally cut the silence. You look up at him, and you notice that you’ve never met him. He was on your right side, and he looked almost just as tall as Kidd.  His hair was much longer, and he had what you guessed to be tattoos all across his arms and some on his face. His voice was much calmer than Kidd’s, and it was a definitely needed breath of fresh air. 

“Can we just walk?” He nodded, and you both started walking in the direction of the town. Hopefully, you’ll never come to this island again after this.

“What's your name?” The least that he could do is tell you his name so you at least know who’s dragging you around like a dog.

“Heat. Yours?”

“(Y/N). I guess Kidd doesn’t talk about me. ”

“Have you been on the ship this whole time? I haven’t seen you at all.”

“I’ve just been stuck below deck in the smallest room for about 6 months before Kidd decided that I’d been good enough to be locked up in his bedroom.” Your voice felt light as you try to explain.

“So, was it you he was yelling at and not him just talking to himself? And this collar thing isn’t some twisted kink I got roped into?” Disbelief dripped from his words, and all you could do was nod as you looked forward. You didn’t want him to see you tearing up.

“Yeah, it was me he was screaming at. He used to get really violent with me before my skull cracked. After that, he hasn’t done anything violent towards me. The collar thing is just a way to show ownership and that he can have control over me.”

“How long have you been… stuck on the ship?”

“Rough guess would be a little over a year maybe? I lost track of the date so I don’t know what month, day or year it is. Hard to keep track in the dark.”

“I see.” A small silence hovered over the two of you as the both of you walked around town. You mostly looked at the ground but every once in a while, you'd look at the man next to you. He always seemed to be deep in thought. You were curious as to what could be going on in his head but you just minded your own. This was your first time in the sun in so long, and you just wanted to soak it up as much as you could before you were stuck in the dark again.

The two of you turn a corner which leads you to the back alley of the town. On the other side of you was a forest that seemed so calm. It made you sad, so you tried to ignore it and go back into the sun, but of course, with your luck, you see the sun getting blocked by obvious rain clouds. You let out a few swears before continuing to walk, only to be stopped when you see Heat stopping in his tracks. Turning around, you give him a questioning look. 

“Come here.” Your heart beat rapidly at his request. Did you do something wrong? Was he gonna tell Kidd something? In fear of the following, you just did what he said and looked up at him. You see his hand move to the side of your collar, and you hear the sound of the chain unhooking, making your eyes widen.

Your hands immediately go to feel around your neck. The collar was still there, but the chain that was once hooked to you was gone. 

“Run. I don’t wanna see you back on the ship, do you understand?” Tears started pouring down your cheeks, and all you could do was look up at the man before wrapping him in a crushing hold.

“Thank you…thank you so much.” Your voice was barely a whisper before you took off into the forest. With your heart beating louder than ever, the sound of crunching leaves never registered. You move your gaze back to Heat for a second, and you see him standing in the same place you left him. Looking at the tree line before throwing the chain in the garbage and walking back towards the way you came.

You didn’t know what would happen to him when Kidd saw you were gone, but you only hoped that the man who saved you would be spared. 

With that thought heavy in your mind, you made sure that you weren’t gonna let his sacrifice be in vain.

Your mind was pulled out from your memories when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, even through the rain. It felt like your heart jumped out of your chest when you heard the door to the kitchen open. You could feel your breath hitch.

“Sanji wouldn’t mind if I got a snack-AHHHHH!” The voice of what you assumed to be on the younger variety let out a wail after entering the kitchen. They must have seen the bloody footprints. They weren’t really hard to miss in the first place, then again.

“What the hell are you screaming about?” A deeper male voice rang through the kitchen, and that only made you cover your mouth, praying they didn’t hear your heavy breathing. More footsteps run up, and they slowly enter the kitchen.

“Is that blood?!”

“Why is there blood in my kitchen?!”

“It leads to that cabinet.” The monotone voice of a woman strikes fear inside you. Why did they have to find you so fast? How could you have been so unlucky?

The sound of footsteps coming closer to the small door made tears fall down your eyes. They weren’t even out to sea yet and they found you. Stupid barnacles and their sharp points. 

You feel your body freeze when your met with the face of a woman with beautiful blue eyes. Her blank face only made you cry harder.

“It's a woman. It seems both her hands and feet seem to be bleeding.” You try scooting closer to the back of the cabinet even though you only moved seemingly an inch. The faces of multiple people soon come into your view, and you’ve never felt so overwhelmed since the day you were captured.

“What are you doing on my ship?!” A man with jet-black hair and a straw hat pushes his way through everyone to get closer to your face.

You try to talk but all that came out were hard sobs. The sound of your voice cracking wile crying probably sounded like a whole other language. You couldn’t even see their faces anymore as the tears made your vision to blurry.

“Luffy! It’s obvious she’s hurt and scared! Be nice to a woman in need!” A man with blond hair violently kicked the man who just yelled at you. 

“We’re not gonna hurt you, your safe to come out.” From your blurry vision, you can see everyone backing up to give you room to come out. Taking a few breaths, you gently move your body out of the cabinet. You try to put your feet down to stand up, but it seems the adrenaline finally wore off. A sharp pain made you whimper and just continue sitting on the ground in the kitchen.

“I’m a doctor, so I can help you!” Wiping the tears from your eyes, you let a shaky smile spread across your face. 

~~~

The sun finally came back outside after what seemed like hours of you running through it. It felt so nice to be able to stand outside with the fear of being dragged back into the dark. The crew mates of the ship were kind enough to patch you up and let you hitch a ride to the next island they were docking at. 

You did tell them the basis of your story. Not all the gory details but enough. The little doctor named Chopper gave you some tips and scar cream to try and get rid of the scar on your ankle. He said he was going to look at the raw skin on your neck once you managed to get it off, which led to where you are now. Standing on the back of the ship, watching it slowly drift away from the island and waiting for the swordsman to cut it off.

“Okay, don’t move, or I’ll cut your head off.”

“That's not something you say to a woman, moss head!”  

“Just cut it off and stop arguing! God, your both children!” 

SHLINK

The sound of metal crashing to the ground had your legs feeling weak. For the first time in months, you finally feel like you can fully breathe. The sensation of air hitting the raw skin had your heart beating fast. 

You look down at the broken metal that laid in two pieces in front of your feet. Big globs of tears fall from your face and make a puddle on the ground. 

“Thank you! I cannot thank you enough!” You trap the green-haired man in a crushing hold as you repeat your thanks. Grabbing the metal scraps, you run towards the back railing, and with all your strength, you throw it off the ship. The sight of it barely making it to fall on the sandy beach let you know that after all the hell you’ve experienced, you were finally going to be okay. Soon enough, the waves would take the metal and drag it to the depths.

“Alright, everyone! We’re on our way to the Sabaody Archipelago!” All the crewmates aboard the ship celebrated the new chapter they were about to open. You couldn’t help but celebrate along, as this would also be a new chapter for you-

“(Y/N)!” Your heart stops at the sound of a familiar scream. Turning around, you see the devil himself running out of the woods. The broken collar in his hand. You feel your heart drop thinking about that if you hadn’t gotten that cut off sooner, that would have been you in his grip.

The celebration of the crewmates left your mind as you see Kidd running towards the ship your on, only to be stopped by the salty water that protected it. You were far enough to that if he tried to get in the water, he’d definitely drown for sure. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear him.

Gripping the railing, even from so far away, you feel his haunting eyes staring at you. Your throat seems to go dry as you see more of his goons appear from the woods. To your relief somewhat, you see Heat still alive and walking. At least your savior wasn’t hurt.

Even so, you continued to look at Kidd, and you knew he was looking at you. It felt like getting rid of a life-threatening illness and seeing him grow farther and farther into the distance. It felt like you were healing.

“You can run and hide (Y/N), but you’ll always belong to me!”

Then again, illness comes back when your least expect it.

[hawkeyetrained]

Run. Get to Stiles.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Hale sister!reader

Other characters: Noah Stilinski, Derek Hale

Warnings: Hunters?, blood, gun shot wounds, fear, let me know if I missed something

Summary: Hunters catch her off guard and she has to run for her life

Word Count: 1,955

Run. That was the only thing screaming out in my mind. Run or you’re going to die. Run or they are going to chain you up and torture you for information on your pack. Run or others might die.

Get to Stiles. Get to Derek. Get to Scott. Those were the next statements playing as I pushed myself as fast as I could through the woods. Get to Chris, or anyone.

Blood trickled from a wound on my shoulder, coating my jacket and soaking into the cotton of my shirt. Thank god the bullet that tore through my skin was normal, a simple hollow point that had hit and expanded into my skin, making sure my healing wouldn’t start with the offensive metal still lodged in my body.

The sky was pitch black, the moon shrouded out by dense clouds that blocked any possible light. If I didn’t have my heightened senses, I surely would have been running in circles and tripping on roots. Branches from trees were barely blocked by my hands as I ran, keeping any from scratching my face so I could focus on getting away.

“This way!” I heard a voice shout, probably looking at the messy footprints and blood drops from where I had just been a moment ago.

BANG

A scream ripped it’s way through my lungs as another bullet lodged itself into my leg, this one searing more than the last. My steps fumbled and I crashed down a drop off in the woods, tumbling my way through fallen leaves and over huge stones that sliced into my jacket, hands, and head. The bottom came all too quickly, stopping me in my place almost instantly and knocking the breath from my lungs.

I pushed back my messy hair from my face and pulled myself back onto my feet, eyes flashing as I tried to figure out what way town was. Lights flickered at the top of the hill I had just fallen down, and without thinking I just headed off in the direction that would take me away from them.

Dawn had to be approaching. My legs ached and my lungs burned from running for hours. My head swirling with everything I was telling myself. Run. Don’t stop, run. Get to Stiles, get to Derek, get to someone.

Street. You’re running on a paved road. You’re back in the city and the sun is coming up. Go, run, Stiles isn’t too far away. Get to him and call Derek. That’s his house. There’s his car, and his dads. Scream. Wake him up. Draw attention.

“Stiles!” My voice was no where near as loud as I wanted it to be. Exhaustion and the burning in my lungs from running taking its toll. My skin had to be pale in color by now. My jeans and shoes clinging to my body from the blood that never seemed to stop pouring from my wounds, hair sticking to my head from my sweat dripping down. “Stiles!” Again, I called out for the boy who was always at my side.

His front door opened and out came the sheriff followed closely by his son. “Y/N?” Stiles voice called from the front step. “Oh my god.” His dad had made it to the bottom of the driveway, stood with his hand on his hip, his gun, as he watched the road and woods behind me as I slammed into the chest of his son. My arms wrapped around Stiles, clinging to the boy as tightly as I could while trying to calm my racing heart.

“I can’t-I can’t run anymore.” One of his arms held my waist to him while the other rested on the back of my head, helping me realize I was finally safe.

Soft golden rays of sunlight began to strike through the dark sky, giving light to just how bad a condition I was actually in to the two Stilinski men.

“Honey, what were you running from?” Noah turned from the woods to look at me

“Hunters.” My voice shook as exhaustion began to seep into my body. “So many. Never seen them before.”

“I got you now.” Stiles hugged me tighter, brushing his fingers through my hair.

“You’re hurt.” Noah noticed the blood soaking nearly everything I wore. “Bad.”

I shook my head. “Jus’ need the bullets removed. I’ll be fine.” My arms wrapped tighter to Stiles, eyes dropping closed as I finally got my breathing under control. “Need help.”

“I got you now. We’re gonna help you. You’re safe sweetheart.” Stiles pressed a kiss to the side of my head before unwrapping one of his arms and helping me into his room upstairs. “Umm, ok. I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit, and some clothes you can change into. Give me a sec, ok?”

I nodded at him before he took off for the things he needed. I took this time to start pulling my blood soaked clothes off to make pulling the metal from my skin easier. My shoes and jeans were the first things to go, being tossed into the corner of his room that held an empty laundry basket. The jacket was a bit harder to pull off with how badly my shoulder burned as I pulled the fabric away.

“Woah woah.” Stiles threw his supplies down on the bed and helped pull the jacket off my arms when he saw the pain in my eyes. “Let me help.” His hands were gentle to trail up my sides and bring the cotton over my head, leaving me in my bra and underwear, both slightly red stained in a few spots. “You wanna lay down for me? So I can get the bullets out?”

A hum escaped my lips as I crawled into his bed and rested my head on his soft pillows. I could feel his hands shake and hear his breathing pick up when he caught sight of my wounds and all the blood that covered my skin. “Hey, I’ll be ok. Wanna grab your dad to get the bullets out?”

“No.” He denied, fingers of one hand resting gently on the inner side of my thigh to turn my leg towards him. “I can do this.”

“I know you can.” I reassured him. “Take a deep breath.” He did, then moved the tweezers into the small hole in my leg. I gasped in pain as he moved the metal around a little, apologies falling from his mouth as he worked. As quickly as the pain started, it was over and the bullet was pulled from my leg.

“Ok. I got one.” He pressed a handful of gauze to my wound to stop some of the blood from running down my skin. “Got one more to go. You’re doing great.”

“So are you.” A small smile crossed my lips as I caught a glimpse of his shoulders relaxing and his hands staying steady. “This one’ll be a little harder. I could feel it trying to heal around the bullet so it might need more force.”

“I-yeah, ok.” Stiles took another deep breath as he slid up the side of his bed to get a better look at the wound on my shoulder. “Take a deep breath sweetheart.” He was the one telling me to calm my heart rate now.

Just like the last wound, it burned just as much if not more. My hands fisted into his sheets as he dug for the bullet, my mind pleading with my claws to stay away and my eyes to not glow from the pain.

Stiles fingers slipped on the tweezers and pressed into my skin, a growl rumbling in my chest from the pain and remaining fear from running all night. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.” Finally he pulled the bullet out and pressed another mass of gauze to my skin, a sigh leaving my lungs as the healing finally started pulling my skin back together. “I got it. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Thank you.” I smiled tiredly to him. “Can you call Derek? I gotta warn him and I’m sure he’s worried sick.”

“Yeah. I’ll call him. You wanna take a shower?” He pulled his phone from his pants pocket. “You’re kinda covered in blood.”

I took a quick shower, blood running down the drain and being replaced with the smell of Stiles from his few products now coating my skin. His hoodie and sweatpants were sat on the counter when I stepped out, allowing me to change and bush my hair before I joined the Stilinskis in their living room.

Just as I sat down, the front door slammed open. Both Stilinski men jumped from their seats and turned towards the door looking ready to fight off any possible hunters, only for my brother Derek to be stood in the threshold.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, rushing towards me and pulling me into his arms. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” His hands pulled my face to look at his, his bright blue wolf eyes staring into my golden ones. “What happened?”

“Hunters.” I stated, pulling away and sitting back beside Stiles, his hand coming to rest on my thigh as I pulled my legs up and into my chest, practically curling into his side. “Found me as I was leaving work. Pretty much ran through the woods all night.”

“Are you hurt?” He questioned, sitting to Noah’s side.

“Not anymore. Stiles pulled the bullets from me. Saved my life.” I smiled up at the boy I was hopelessly in love with.

“I can’t thank you enough Stiles.” It was one of the few times I had seen my brother look a little helpless. Knowing Stiles was able to save my life lifted a weight even he didn’t know was on his shoulders.

“I’d do anything for her. You all know that.”

“We need to warn the others, about these hunters in the woods. I don’t know how they are doing it, but I didn’t hear them come up behind me or even smell them before the bullet hit my shoulder. I thought they did something at first, put something in the air, but they managed to completely surprise me.” My hands wrapped around the one Stiles had on my leg, my head resting against his shoulder. “I can’t take anyone else dying. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

Losing each member of the packs ripped at my heart until it was a shredded mess in my chest. That is until Stiles came to my side and mended the tears. Sure, he had been there from the start, just like I had, but we only just realized how in love with each other we were when he was possessed last year.

“I’ll get the word out to the pack, let everyone know to not be alone and to keep an eye out for absolutely anything.” Derek had his phone in his hand already. “No one goes anywhere without someone else with them.”

“They need to know about the surprise part. Can’t be cautious if they don’t know I couldn’t hear the hunters attack.” Stiles gripped me a little tighter. “Can I stay here for a little while? I really don’t wanna be too far from you at the moment.” My eyes glanced up at Stiles.

“Of course.” He looked to his dad and then Derek. “You can stay as long as you want.” I cuddled into his side tighter. “We’ll protect you.”

It may not be easy, this fight against the people who know of us and are scared of us. But I knew one thing, as long as I had the pack, my bother, and Stiles, we’d be able to handle anything.

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1 @bellabadacadabra

[stillfrownyclownlol]

Just a thing with Aidlyn, he's a little obsessive here tho, so...be warned ":>

They're a bit older, enough to drive/get a driver's license.

Aiden took a long, deep drag of his cigarette, the fumes burning his throat, before letting the smoke billow out of the corners of his mouth, like a dragon, the heat a warning of something worse to come. Of course, it was disgusting. It was rare for him not to find himself disgusting.

Epinephrine

"That's disgusting."

He'd quit, if she asked. But she hadn't used those specific words yet, so. "I know."

Ash tucked a bright red tendril of hair behind her ear- God, he loved her hair, he had a lock of it home, but, she didn't need to know that- while sighing. "So, what? You just came on my porch to smoke like an asshole?"

He let himself frown at that. It was a strange, awkward motion that felt wrong on his face, but, he was trying to be more honest with his emotions around her, because she didn't like his 'mask', as she had bluntly put it. "You weren't picking up my calls."

She groaned, putting her fingers to her temple and the bridge of her nose. It was a gesture he saw a lot of, especially directed at him. His mother, disappointed. His dad, frustrated. Ben, irritated. And now, Ashlyn as well.

What am I doing wrong? Why can't I get it right? What do you want, and how can I give it to you?

"I didn't pick up because I was upset with you."

Duh. He wasn't that stupid.

"I'm sorry. Again." He meant it, too. He was so fucking sorry all the time. He knew he was...difficult, to handle. But he didn't know any other way of being. She was a goddamned Saint for putting up with him, honestly. He genuinely wanted to kill himself whenever she was mad at him. Why even live if she wasn't going to be around him?

St. Ashlyn of Alto, Patron of Patience and Fuck Ups.

For some reason, his apology seemed to have the opposite effect it had intended. "Sorry? Are you joking right now?

It would be a lousy fucking joke if he was. "I'm serious, I'm sorry. I...I messed up- again. I just...I don't know-"

Ash crossed her arms, and he thought for a second how unfair it was that she still looked so pretty when she was so pissed off at him. "Aiden, you can't just go on joyrides after a binge! You could've killed someone!"

He took another drag, his jaw clenching painfully.

"You- You could've killed yourself." There was a note of desperation in her tone, one he was intimately familiar with. She loved him. He could hear it in the nervous tremor in her voice whenever that desperation spilt into her words. His heart skipped a beat, went all aflutter, something sufficiently ridiculous and enamoured.

He did a lot of things that could get himself killed.

It was always just for fun. But nothing beat the high he felt when she looked at him with those eyes, wide and pleading. Adoring. For a few, heartache inducing seconds, it almost seemed to him that she loved him the way he loved her.

But always after, she pulled away. Cold and guarded like when they'd first met. It was horrible, if that look was like hitting a high, that cold-shoulder was like the worst kind of crash. Worse than a hangover, worse than detoxing, worse than any pain he'd gone through in his life.

The closest word he could compare it to was soul-crushing. And even then, he didn't think it quite measured up to how he felt.

"Forgive me, please." Abruptly, he pulled her into his arms, sinking his nose into her hair. She smelled nice, he didn't know like what exactly, but it was nice.

He felt her body stiffen uncomfortably for a moment, before relaxing into his touch, a long, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips. It was a tired sigh, the sigh of somebody burdened heavily, but completely resigned. "...Give me some time."

But she still wrapped her hands around his waist, and already warmth rushed through his veins, her fingers causing goosebumps to rise over his skin. A shiver crawled slowly up his spine, both delighted and disturbed. He hugged her a little tighter, dug his nails into the fabric of her shirt, like she'd slip through his hands if he wasn't careful.

She will, if you aren't careful. Get it together.

"We have all the time in the world," he murmured, soft and still, but he knew she would hear him.

She leaned up towards him, balancing gracefully on the tip of her toes, and fixed him with a hard, angry stare. "Seriously, if you do that again, I'll kill you myself."

His heart stuttered, erratic and unsteady. He thought of her pinning him to the cold ground, a knife to his throat, her eyes as dark as the sky above them. And she looked beautiful back-lit by the stars, the blade gleaming.

You could. You could, and I would let you.

"I'll behave, scout's honor." He crossed an X over his heart and cracked a smile at her. To his relief, she smiled back at him.

(Well, it wasn't really a smile, but at least she wasn't scowling anymore.)

"I doubt it," she answered, but there was no malice in her voice. Only something ironic.

"Maybe I need an incentive?" He was probably pushing his luck, but it didn't hurt to try-

Ash looked at him strangely, in a way he couldn't read. "...Alright."

She rested her hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards her, their mouths meeting clumsily, uncoordinated. Inexplicably, she tasted like candy.

Heart palpitations. Arrhythmia. Dizziness. Accelerated breathing. What are these the symptoms of?

He kissed her a little more forcefully, a gnawing hunger growing in the pit of his stomach, and he waited for the sugar-rush to hit him.

[jilyydoe]

Harry shifted slightly before groaning out loud.

His voice barley coming out strangled and hoarse. His throat scratchy and dry.

It took a few delayed seconds before he could pry his eyes open before quickly screwing them closed against the assaulting bright light of his sitting room.

He attempted sitting up a bit too quickly before his vision swam, and a wave of nausea turned his stomach violently.

He slouched back against the sofa, the heel of his palm digging into his eye socket while his other hand danced around for his glasses.

"Kreature.." Harry croaked out

"Master Harry called for Kreature sir?" A blurry blob appeared before him

"My glasses Kreature..have you seen them?" Harry reached out with one arms waving in front of him in the general direction of what he now assumed was his house elf.

When he felt the cool metal frames press into his hand he shuddered a sigh of relief. "Some water as well please"

Harry's head hung limply between his knees, glasses dangling from his fingers until Kreature came back handing him a tall glass.

Harry gulped the drink down in three swallows, the chilled liquid cooling his burning throat.

Shoving his glasses back on his face helped only in that things became less blurry but with each sudden movement his world spun slowly In front of him making him clutch the sofa tightly to keep from keeling over.

He opened his eyes wearily and glanced around the place.

His cloak was thrown haphazardly in the entrance to them room. One shoe sat turned upside-down next to the couch, the other near the fireplace. His wand lay nestled on the plush carpet by his feet. His clothes were rumpled and there was a pink smudged stain on his shoulder.

Harry frowned at the swipe of lipstick on his shirt until suddenly the memories from last night came crashing back in place.

He was going to kill George.

Harry and Ron had just come back from assignment. A rather rough mission that hadn't gone well. 2 weeks in a cold damp climate only to lose half their supplies and 1 of the 2 suspects they were trailing to the mountains. It had reminded Harry so much of the horcrux hunt that it brought back nightmares enough to lose sleep.

So when they came back to England they jumped at George's offer to meet at the pub.

Snippets of memories flashed before his eyes making him groan in despair.

A table full of shots.

The celebratory sound of the Harpies winning a match against the wasps on an amplified wireless in the background

George's loud laugh.

Ron's hand thumping against his back.

The scratchy nails of a blonde woman gripping his biceps as she leaned up to his face.

Harry jerked sideways both in the memory and in the present. Bringing his attention back into focus and resting on the low coffee table in front of him.

That explained the lipstick stain.

So what explains the mess of parchment and ink before him?

Another wave of nausea hit for an entirely different reason than the alcohol he undoubtedly consumed last night.

He was going to kill Hermione.

It had been her idea. All those years ago. When they were camped in the forest on the hunt for horcruxes.

His mind, his body his whole being had been at war with his heart. He was having trouble focusing. Losing sleep. All because he couldn't stop thinking about her.

Ginny.

He longed to hold her. Kiss her. Talk to her. Just be near her.

He hadn't pursued a relationship with her because he had a job to do. One that required his full focus and attention, but sitting there in the cold, he could only think of her. And that was dangerous. Because if Voldemort could get into his head, then he would see how much she meant to him and he would use her, and Harry couldn't let that happen.

And that's when Hermiones bright idea came into play.

"Write her a letter. Tell her how you feel. Get it all out. Out of your heart and out of your head."

"And then burn it."

And it worked. Back then. It worked well enough for Harry to be able to push forward and defeat Voldemort.

It worked when the war was over and they had to greive their lost loved ones.

It worked when Ginny had to go back to school and Harry had to start training.

It worked when Ginny had been recruited to the Holyhead Harpies and dedicated all her time and energy on quidditch.

It worked in Harry's mind enough to allow her the life she deserved without the burden of his unrequited feelings weighing her down.

His heart still longed for her, though.

And maybe it was the conditions of the mission. Maybe it was the flirty blonde, maybe it was definitely the alcohol, but last night Harry was sure he wrote another letter.

His eyes widened at the ink stains on his hand and leapt toward the table frantically looking for the letter but coming up quite literally blank.

The parchments were all blank, but Harry could see the words burned into the inside of his eyelids.

"Ginny. Gin. Ginevra.

You're as beautiful as a golden snitch

You're the keeper of my heart

I wish you were mine

All of the time

I love you more than treacle tart."

No.no.no.no.no.no

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't possibly be happening.

The fireplace stood as cold and empty as the creeping feeling, making its way up his chest.

Surely he didn't send the letter...he couldn't have.

That's when Hedwig appeared swooping in through the window.

An invitation to dinner at the burrow written in Ginnys neat handwriting clutched in her claws.

[chuuyaswifeandhoe]

You should've stayed in

Pairing: Chuuya x femreader

Warnings: pure angst, Corrupted Chuuya, grotesque images, swearing, I'm sorry

If I missed something let me know. Not proof read.

After writing something for my friend @ravencincaide inspiration came to me. Raven I have to thank you for encouraging me to write and this piece is dedicated to you.

Happy New Year everyone! (Pls don't hate me)

How did you get in this situation? You had no fucking idea. Your boyfriend told you to stay inside, the city was under attack and he had to go attend to his duties of the Mafia in order to protect the city. So why were you in the middle of the battle field again?

Right, the unsettling feeling that got a hold of your soul once Chuuya was out of your shared apartment. You told him to take care, to be safe, but this grip on your heart would not let you stay in peace. Something was about to happen, you got the feeling that you're never going to see Chuuya again so without thinking much, obviously you did not think this through, you just ran after him. Why? Ughm... You actually did not know. You were a mere civilian without any particular set of skills or anything so you definitely could not do anything to help him. But you just had to.

Now you did not like what you were seeing. There was Chuuya, yes, but in his corrupted form. It was him, but not him, your sweet, loving Chuu. Well he was definitely winning against the enemy, red globes of power shoot here and there and a sadic laugh. Hell, he was powerful, out of this world. You did not know everything about his other form, just enough to have an idea. And enough to know that once activated, Corruption could only be deactivated by Dazai and his "No longer human" ability.

You were hiding behind some debris at an acceptable distance from the destruction Chuuya was doing and clear enough to see that Dazai was not around. Your heart was racing like crazy, pounding so fast and loud that you thought it was going to burst out of your ribcage. It ached when you saw Chuuya spitting out blood, his body slowly giving up because of the intensity of the power he held .

"C'mon Dazai, C'mon". Biting your nails you looked around frantically to see his brownish coat, the only one who could save your lover. The screams Chuuya was emitting were inhumane to say the least. Your legs start moving on their own, a rush of adrenaline taking over. You had to get closer, you had to do something.

You got closer and could better see the damages his body suffered. Burn marks, cuts bigger or smaller, blood all over the place. His beautiful blue orbs were nowhere to be found. Another look around in hope you're going to see Dazai. A pit in your stomach formed when you realised that he was not here. Chuuya was going to die in front of your eyes. No, no, you were not going to let that happen. Your mind started racing trying to find a solution. Well, maybe, maybe if you could kiss him, maybe there was a possibility he could come to his senses right? Like in the movies, yes, it was a possibility. That thought continued spinning in your mind, "that pretty little mind of yours" as Chuuya used to say. You had to take this chance, you could not risk it so without overthinking it you just start running in his direction.

Luckily, thanks to some type of miracle he did not see you coming as you just jumped on him in a hug. For a moment his movements came to a halt. The big orbs from his hand disappeared. In this split of a second you cuped his face and crashed your lips to his, feeling the metallic taste of his blood. That was it, right, it would work. He stopped for a few seconds, the intensity of the power was decreasing. You made a mental dance for your win.

Then what was this sudden pain you were feeling in your chest area and why suddenly a fit of cough of blood hit you? In a flash of a second one of Chuuya's hands just passed through your ribcage tearing out your heart from its place. When you opened your eyes, you were met with the blank white ones of his, no sign of your Chuu there. It hurt. As you stumbled back, falling you saw your lover holding your heart in his right arm. Once you hit the ground you could hear a scream of pain and your name called out. So this was how you're going to die. In your last seconds of consciousness your mind focused on a memory of your and Chuuya kissing, the sounds of desperation slowly fading away. At least Dazai came, he was safe. So much of being a hero.

Yeah, I should've stayed in was the last thought that crossed your mind before the sweet embrace of death engulfed you.

[mywebfoot]

In Every Winter Night, Part 1 (Marry My Husband Fanfic)

Author's Note: Starting at the end of Ep 10, this fic explores their growing romance and physical relationship, overcoming the trauma she's had from that horrible ex that will not be named.

Part 1/4

-- Ji Hyuk could hear the words of Ji Won’s confession, but after she said she wanted to be ‘honest’ his lungs just froze. Ji Won’s lips kept moving, saying good things, wonderful things, but they came filtered to him, a tinny sound at the end of a long chamber. The rest of his mind was processing her presence in his home, her closeness… and her approaching lips.

A tiny corner of his brain registered her tentative kiss. The rest was a clashing battle of roaring yearning and iron resolution to stay away from her, so he wouldn’t have to make her suffer with his early passing. Too soon she was retreating, her fingers sliding off his neck in disappointment, her body turning away. 

A loud NO in his mind broke through the cacophony of wants and needs.  A heartbeat later, they were a tangle of hands and lips and heart and mouth. Nothing mattered, nothing could matter. 

They crashed into the wall, driven by the urgent need for more, more contact, more skin, more fire, just more. Vaguely, Ji Hyuk knew he needed to get to a horizontal surface, somewhere, anywhere, but the repeated press of her sweet curves was robbing his mind of direction and aim. Then she shifted, hitching up a hip on the low dresser, opening up her legs and suddenly he was perfectly pressed up against the crotch of her white jeans. He hardened, impossibly more, and almost howled into her mouth. It came out an anguished growl.  She moaned, and it was better than in his sweaty dreams. In those dreams he had made that last thrust, had imagined the burning hot slide and the slick reception he would receive. 

What he had not imagined was the tremor in her arms and her tinny whimper. He froze. His restless hands stilled. Something was wrong. Cupping her shoulders, he leaned back, and peered into her eyes. Even half perched on the dresser, Ji Won’s head only came to his nose, and he had to bend over to get a good look. 

He caught a short, damp glance before Ji Won lowered her eyes. Her slim fingers grasped bunches of his chunky sweater at his shoulders, and an unwilling tear trickled down her cheek. 

Waves of panic hit him.  “What did I do, Kang Ji Won, tell me.” The arousal had made his normally smooth voice gravelly, and it came out harsher than he intended. 

She gulped and he felt wrong, wrong and guilty. What a monster he had been to rush her, to all but molest her. She had initiated things, yes, but that was no excuse…

He pulled back to give her space “I’m so sor—”

Immediately her hands tightened and she locked her legs around his thighs, pulling them back into full contact. Hot streaks of sexual tension burst as his cock came so near to her entrance he could feel her heat. The white jeans were a sexy, but effective barrier. He grit his teeth against the urge to thrust his hips forward.

“No, no, don’t…I just… it’s… ,” helplessly Ji Won looked up at him. The words could not form, and her eyes pleaded for understanding. 

He had not been her friend for long. But he’d watched her, for years, quietly and painfully. In recent weeks he’d even had the joy of listening to her, understanding her dreams and her new resolve to be a different woman. Now, as during those long hours in the office, he examined her minutely. His assessing gaze took in the contradiction of her teary eyes but her legs determinedly gripping him, her lingering shakes but clutching hands. Then came a suspicion that perhaps he wasn’t the source of the problem. That she possibly wanted him as much as he craved her. 

Experimentally, he grasped the hand still curled into his sweater, and locked his eyes on hers to check her response. Gently, he touched his lips to her inner wrist. That made her shudder too, but he was satisfied at the lack of alarm in her eyes.  Whatever it was terrorizing her, it wasn’t him. 

“Come, we need to talk.”

He placed her arm around his neck again, and in one easy move, slipped out of the grasp of her thighs, then turned and lifted her into his arms. He wrapped one arm securely around her back, the other under her knees, and he turned towards his living room. 

Ji Won gasped at the sense of being completely surrounded by Ji Hyuk. Then she relaxed,  trusting him and taking the comfort offered by the embrace of his wiry male body. 

---

“Tell me.”

He thrust the glass with half a finger of whiskey in it at her. She glanced first at it, then at him. 

After plopping her down, he’d purposely turned to his bar to fix her and himself a drink, and to give her a little space to compose herself.

Uncertainly, she took the drink. Ji Hyuk sat down kitty corner to her, so that he could look into her eyes as she talked. He didn’t touch her, although a part of him wanted to draw her back into his lap and carry on where they had left off. As before, at the beginning of this mad journey into the past, Ji Won looked wounded. As before, he wanted, no, he needed to tend to her first. So he waited, patiently, a frown curling his wide brow. 

Ji Won gazed, unseeing, at the twinkling frosty cityscape exposed by his panorama windows. Her lips twisted in a bitter curl. 

“I didn’t get a venereal disease from that man… but I guess he still had to leave me with something.”

Ji Hyuk stiffened at the mention of the serial cheater that was Park Min Hwan. The next second, he wanted break something. It should have been obvious that she had scars from that fool. His only excuse for not realizing earlier was that his judgement had been destroyed by the wonder of Ji Won’s kiss. 

“He hurt you. Sexually.”

Ji Won jolted a bit at the blunt frankness of his words. 

“Were you forced to have sex with him?” He could barely say the words past his clenched teeth. 

Ji Won shook her head, slowly, then a little more certainly. “In a way, that’s more difficult to admit. I thought I loved him. So I… went along.” Ji Won closed her eyes, in shame, in sorrow. 

“But I don’t think there was a time when I didn’t hate myself a bit more after.”

She heard him shift a little closer, felt the dip in the sofa as he leaned forward. Then she felt the warm clasp of his hand, wrapping her smaller hand almost completely in his. His body heat penetrated the fog of her awful memories and she marvelled. Marvelled at how good it felt, how much she already trusted this man despite confirming their feelings a few short minutes ago. 

“Then let’s do something about that.”

Ji Won opened her eyes to stare into his intense gaze. “What do you mean?”

The left corner of his mouth tipped up, and the little dent she already loved so much formed. “I’m a man with a plan Ji Won-shi. It’s what I do.” He lifted his free hand and gestured to himself. “This old man does earn a living by running an organization.”

His smile faded. “Let me date you,” he said earnestly. “Let me treat you the way a man should treat a precious woman. I want to praise and pamper you until you cannot doubt how much you’re worth. Let me touch you, pet you, make love to you. Please.”

Ji Won already felt her insides heating at his words. Her inner muscles clenched once and she licked her lower lip. His eyes immediately darted to her lips. Watching her reaction carefully, he gave her an open-mouthed, frankly sexual kiss. His tongue darted out to taste her soft lower lip, sweeping a little deeper each time.  She uttered a tiny moan, already wondering if she could handle being the focus of the intimidating man that was Yu Ji Hyuk. 

“And when you’re ready, I’ll show you what I really want to do with that white jeans of yours. ” ---

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[bluegalaxygirl]

Wild Flower (Zosan X Reader) P3

Plot: While doing recon for the crew, reader's snake gets captured by a marine who knows more about her than her own crew but to make matters worse he can hurt reader through her Snake using some strange powers and deadly plants.

Warning: Bad language, Making out, Sickness, Violence, Blood and Snakes

Reader is female and has the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them and see through their eyes but they are also connected to her emotions. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P7 - P8 - Bonus

The battle outside the marine base was over with making Luffy sigh with frustration "It's over already?" The captain whines making Nami sigh, she goes to yell at him when a burning smell hits her nose, turning in the direction of the smell part of the marine base has black smoke rising from it, and she can tell right away that its Sanji's and Zoro's doing. "Nami-Swan" The navigator jumps a little at the sudden voice taking her eyes away from the smoke to see Sanji holding his bleeding shoulder while running up to them followed by Zoro, your injured snake being held close to the swordsman's chest. "Oh my god what happened?" Nami yells only to be cut off by Zoro "We need to get back to the ship now" The swordsman yells out gripping onto Sanji's hand hoping that the cook doesn't stop to talk to Nami, luckily he didn't they both ran past their crew heading for the sunny, the others soon following getting away from the now burning marine base. "What happened?" Franky asks running next to Zoro noticing his mixed emotions of anger, sadness and slight distress, the swordsman didn't answer though just tried to focus on keeping close to the crew and making their way back to you. "Hay, should we get out of here captain?" Jinbe yells out from the ship waving his hands at the crew running towards the sunny, a blaze of smoke and fire filling the sky behind them. Making it onto the ship, Luffy nod letting Nami take over in getting the ship ready to leave and telling the others what to do.

Sanji lets go of Zoro's hand as the two run to the medical room only to be stopped by Usopp who holds his arms out to block their way "Out of the way" The two yell skidding to a stop as to not slam into the sniper, peeking his eye open Usopp lets out a relieved sigh happy that the two didn't crash into him or shove him out of the way "Y/n's fine but Chopper sent me out to grab the snake, its needs treatment before going back and second she's on high pain meds so-" Before the sniper can say more Sanji pushes past the sniper throwing away his cigarette and clutching onto his bleeding shoulder while Zoro hands over your passed out snake to Usopp "Be careful" The swordsman states walking past the long nosed man following Sanji into the medical room. Their heart's pound in their chests scared to find out what shape your in but the two are surprised to find you awake, your chest and stomach bandaged up but your breathing on your own and you look a lot better despite your red and lump covered arm. "Oh baby, i'm so sorry" Zoro rushes over placing his hand on your head letting his thumb stroke your hair while his other hand runs over your bandages, you turn to look at him with a smile feeling dopey at best thanks to the pain medication Chopper gave you "Zo, sorry for what?" you ask unsure of what he's talking about as you lift your good arm up to stoke his cheek. Sanji stood there frozen, he's glad you look better but didn't know what to say or do after finding out where you where from and how things went down there thanks to his family.

In a way he felt guilty for what happened at your home and the fact that if Germa 66 weren't distracted with attacking your home he never would have escaped onto the Orbit and got away from his family. He also felt responsible for you getting hurt, they had your snake, and they were ready to get out of there, but he just froze and now your suffering for his actions or lack there of. Usopp rushes into the room before placing your snake on the table where Chopper was working, the doctor looks over your snake before giving it an injection and starting to clean up the wound on its chest while Usopp turns to the two men "I was trying to say before that she's going to be a bit loopy with all the drugs" The sniper sighs watching as Zoro keeps apologizing to you but you still don't seem to understand why "I didn't think, i just swung at him and now your hurt" Zoro sighs placing his forehead against yours, moving your hand to your chest you feel the bandages and finally remember what happened "Oh! this? Its nothing... at least now we have matching scars" you whisper with a tired smile and slight laugh making the swordsman pull away in shock at your reaction to it "Like i said loopy" Usopp sighs patting Zoro on the shoulder the swordsman wincing a little in pain making the sniper panic "Oh shoot sorry" Usopp backs up now noticing the burnt sleeve and skin, his eyes shoot over to look at Sanji, the cook still frozen with his eyes fixed on the floor "C-Chopper, their hurt" Usopp pants a little walking over to Sanji to try and snap the blonde out of his thoughts while grabbing a towel and putting pressure on his bleeding shoulder.

Chopper jumps up looking the two over and noticing their both hurt so with your snake now stitched up he places it in a dish of the antidote for it to sock up in before turning to take care of his other crew mates. "Sanji, Sit down I'll fix you up" The doctor orders pointing to the chair next to his desk before grabbing a few things, Usopp takes Sanji's good arm and walks him over to the chair making him sit down and hold pressure on his wound. Chopper hands the sniper a cold gel pack before assessing and clean the slash wound on the cooks shoulder, Usopp sighs seeing the cook still out of it but heads over to Zoro strapping the pack to his burned arm. Finally, being able to see Sanji you look him over seeing his sad face and bleeding shoulder "What happened?" You ask keeping your eyes on the cook hoping he will look up and talk to you, everything at the moment was confusing but the blonde not giving you any kind of look or glance made your chest hurt. "We were supposed to sneak in and get your snake back but our captain had other plans" Zoro chuckles while stroking your hair, Usopp sighs though and shakes his head "Of course our captain always has to cause trouble" The sunny suddenly starts moving making Zoro and Sanji sigh in relief, they didn't want that marine following them back and hurting you or the crew. "I'm gonna go and help, try and sleep ok" Usopp smiles at you before walking out.

You smile back at him and give him a small wave only for Zoro to take your hand and bring it to his lips lightly kissing it "I'm really sorry baby, i got mad and attacked the guy... I couldn't stand him hurting you two" The swordsman sighs against your hand which you squeeze, even though your a little fuzzy on things you know he would never hurt you. "We got your snake back, that's all that matters" The cook finally states as Chopper stitches up his shoulder, looking over you smile at him but the cook refuses to meet your eye instead staring at the floor "My snake? You got my snake back?" You ask tears of joy filling your eyes, the swordsman wipes some away before kissing your head "Thank you.. Thank you so much" You lean up placing a kiss on the green haired man's cheek relief flowing through you. Chopper wraps Sanji's shoulder up before turning to check on your snake, its still passed out but its temperature has gone down and its breathing is back to normal "Its fine now but I'd leave it out for as long as you can so it can keep soaking up the antidote if thats ok?" The doctor asks hopping off the chair and heading over to the bed to check on Zoro's arm "Thank you Chopper" a large smile forms on your face as the doctor lifts up the cold pack on Zoro's arm to see the burn, he nods with a smile before putting it back down and patting Zoro's shoulder "Your all good, just keep that on for the rest of the day and don't pick at it"

The swordsman nods patting Chopper on the head before the doctor heads off back to his desk to look after your snake. A wave of relief and happiness flowing through you knowing that your snake and your two boys are ok, that there with you and will stay with you "Thank you for bringing it back" You smile reaching your good hand up to rub the swordsman's cheek who smiles at you taking your hand and giving it a kiss, "Thank you Sanji" You smile over at the cook who still refuses to look at you, it hurt wondering if you did something wrong or if something happened but you just wanted him to look at you, at least once. "Hay Chopper, do you mind giving us a minute?" The swordsman asks getting the doctor to look at him, the reindeer's eyes scan the situation before nodding and taking the dish with your snake in it and some equipment to the kitchen closing the door behind him. A pit forms in your stomach feeling the heavy tension forming in the room, Zoro sighs and turns to look at the cook leaning back in his chair while keeping a hold of your hand, "What he said-" the swordsman's cut off by Sanji who tightens his fists on his lap "Don't.... I-I don't want to talk about it... not now" The cook sighs loosening his grip and letting his shoulders relax. Zoro growls going to yell when you squeeze his hand giving him a look that begs him not to start a fight.

Sanji stands up and walks over to the end of the bed finally looking up to meet your eyes, their sad and full of worry it makes your heart ache. "We can talk about it later, when your better and less drugged up. I'm glad your ok but you should get some sleep" Sanji reaches his hand down and pats your covered leg before heading to the door, your eyes tear up not wanting him to go, you want to know what's wrong. Someone said something that made him upset but he's only upset with you. Why? "Sanji, hay you can't just leave" Zoro jumps up grabbing the cooks arm who pulls it away glaring at the swordsman, he goes to yell at the green haired man when sniffing caught his ears turning to see you trying to sit up while tears fall down your face "What's going on? Did i do something wrong?" you ask wincing in pain, shocked Sanji rushes over and places his hands on your shoulders trying to make you lay back down while Zoro places his hand on your head forcing it back onto the pillow before placing a kiss on your forehead "No baby, you did nothing wrong" he whispers against your skin trying to control the anger welling up from inside. Gripping onto Sanji's shirt you can't help but cry not wanting him to leave "What ever i did, i'm sorry. I'm really sorry" Panting the cook shakes his head trying to get his thoughts together, his heart breaks hearing you cry your hand grabbing tight stopping him from pulling away. "Y-you didn't do anything wrong" The cook states trying to calm you down.

He didn't mean to hurt you, he just couldn't understand why you would still be with him after what his family did to your home. That day during the attack on your home he was there, he made his escape and left never looking back, he didn't try and stop his family from destroying your home and killing your people, he just ran and went to start a new life. He tried to think of reasons why your still with him like maybe you didn't know who attacked your home or maybe you were too young to remember, so he didn't want to say anything and risk losing you. He also couldn't wrap his head around the fact that if you did know then why are you with him? Was it somehow a way to get back at him or his family? if so then why did you come to get him when he left you and Zoro to get married off? You stepped foot inside the castle but you did no damage to it or his family. "Why? Why won't you look at me" you cried out looking up at the cook who still refused to meet your eye instead focusing on your wrapped up torso. "Sanji" Zoro grabs the cooks good shoulder snapping him out of his thoughts, the angry swordsman glaring at the blonde but soon his expression softens noticing his watery eyes that soon start letting tears falling down his cheeks. "Come on, Just tell her" The swordsman sighs moving the chair so the cook can sit next to you, with slight hesitation the blonde nods giving in and sitting in the chair taking your hand off his shirt to hold it.

Wiping your tears away you look over at the cook happy that he deiced to stay but you can tell by the look on his face that he feels guilty for something. Sanji doesn't speak he can't bring himself to say something in case it makes you leave him but you reach your hand up wiping away some of his tears his eyes meeting yours at the feeling "Don't leave me" You whisper making Sanji gasp at your words and the way your voice breaks, his hand squeezes yours as he leans in closer placing his other hand on your cheek running his thumb over your soft skin "I'm sorry my Love, I won't leave you i- i just don't want to hurt you, your already hurt enough" The cook relaxes a little when feeling Zoro place his hand on his back giving it light rubs of encouragement "I think your the one hurting" You whisper leaning into his hand desperate to feel his touch. The cook sits there for a moment knowing your right, he was hurting, but he didn't want to bring up old memories for you. "The marine he.. he told me your home is Cozia" Sanji looks into your eyes as you look back your hand squeezing his while looking a little confused "It is, why?" fear hit him at your question, he didn't want to be the one to tell you what his family did to your home and your people, but he was shocked by your hand meeting his cheek lightly running your thumb under his eye to wipe away the last of his tears "Is it because Germa 66 attacked it?" you ask now realizing why your cook was upset, you know his family has done some bad stuff but that doesn't mean he's also responsible for it.

Zoro gives you a smile and lightly pats Sanji's back, he had a feeling you wouldn't hate Sanji because his family attacked your home but it seems the cook needed to hear you say it. Jumping a little in shock Sanji's stutters, his eyes wide not understanding why you would still be with him if you knew. "Y-Y/n, My family attacked your home, t-they burned it and killed your people. T-The Vinsmoke's did that, my family did that... h-how do you not hate me?" Sanji leans back a little placing a hand on his heart not understanding why your so calm about this, why would you love him if you knew this whole time? Your eyes soften while grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him back down to you. "How could i hate you? Yes, your family attacked my home but you didn't." You try to reassure him but the cook shakes his head still not fully understanding "I-I was there... That day i managed to escape, i left and didn't help, in fact i was happy for the distraction" Sanji's eyes lock with yours, he expected them to change into anger or hate, but they didn't, they stayed full of love and understanding as your hand runs over his cheek "You were just a child, you couldn't have done anything to stop it. I don't blame you for anything, Sanji... I'm glad you got away from them and i'm so glad i have you in my life" You sigh running your thumb over his cheek, Sanji lets a few more tears fall while trying to find any doubt in your eyes but you just wipe his tears away for him letting his mind try and figure things out.

After a short silence Sanji sniffles a little trying to gain some kind of composure before speaking again "I don't understand, how could you love me after what my family did?" The cook asks his heart racing in his chest ready to hear rejection or that you in fact don't love him but your sweet smile grows lighting up his chest "Your not your family, Sanji" Cupping his face in your hands you manage to lean up a little to place a light kiss on his lips "Your just my Sanji" you smile whispering against his lips while keeping your eyes locked on his, his eyes soften as he relaxes into you moving his hands to your waist, relief wash's over him, but he also felt stupid for thinking you were any less than loving "I'm sorry my Love, i-i just don't want you to leave me, I love you" Sanji holds back the tears as you smile up at him "I will never leave you... I love you" you whisper placing your lips on his again this time though the cook returns the kiss lightly pressing into you. Zoro sighs pinching the bridge of his nose glad its over with, he knows Sanji's family has always been a hard topic for the cook but some times he wishes the blonde would just tell them what's going on and not hide it away. Pulling away from the kiss Sanji gives you a small smile before turning to look at the slightly annoyed swordsman "Sorry for all this and urm.... Freezing back there" The cook sighs but keeps his smile seeing the Swordsman relax placing a hand on his head before leaning down "Yea you better be sorry, i wish you would just tell me what's going on in that thick skull of yours" You can't help but let out a laugh at Sanji's slightly pissed off face as he stands out of his chair "Yea well i didn't charge in head first without thinking"

The two bicker a bit while you lay there just looking at them giggling to yourself hearing them throw stupid nicknames at each other as a last resort while pressing their foreheads together. "Stupid moss head" Sanji growls glaring at the swordsman, but he can't help how his eye's flicker to the mans lips, "Shitty cook" Zoro give a cocky smile even with slightly angry eyes noticing the way the blonde looks at his lips. Before Sanji can reply Zoro crashes his lips onto the cooks grabbing the back of the blondes head to stop him from going anywhere while shoving his tongue past the cooks lips. Sanji's eyes widen in slight surprise before leaning into it and letting out a slight moan moving his tongue and lips with Zoro's his hand running up the green haired man's arm to his neck. You smile watching the two, you knew this would happen, it always does when things get a bit too intense or after a battle that wasn't satisfying enough for them. Zoro soon pulls away panting slightly as he looks down at the red cheeked cook before his eye shifted to you giving you a cocky smile "Like the show baby?" He asks giving you a wink which you slightly blush at "I can't help it when i see my two handsome boys having fun" Sanji turns to you with a smile taking your hand and kissing your knuckles "You flatter us my love". Zoro steps closer to the bed leaning down while placing his hand beside your head his lips lightly grazing yours before pressing his lips to yours, the kiss was more gentle than normal so you lean up a little to deepen it while lightly biting his lower lip.

Zoro chuckles focusing your head back down onto the pillow while shoving his tongue into your mouth "Zo, be gentle" Sanji glares but stops when you let a hum of satisfaction your hand squeezing the cooks to tell him it's ok. The swordsman hums back letting his tongue meet yours as he kisses your lips giving you short breaks in between kisses so you can catch your breath easily, the sloppy kisses slowly turn into small kisses then pecks before he stops fully looking at your tired but happy face "I'm really sorry baby, I'll do what ever it take to make it up to you" Zoro states running his hand over your bandages chest and stomach "Zo, you didn't mean too, you were just trying to stop the guy, plus you got my snake back that more than makes up for anything" You smile up at him leaning up and placing a quick kiss on his lips before laying back down. Sanji runs his fingers over your knuckles his eyes filled with love as he looks at his two lovers "You should rest love, i need to start dinner before Luffy freaks out" the cook goes to pull away when you grip his hand harder "Wait... Don't i get a kiss?" You ask putting on a fake pout and sad eyes as Zoro leans back holding in his laughter by covering his mouth with his hand, Sanji's eyes widen before he rushes closer and cups your face "Oh mi amour, i'm so sorry please forgive me" He knows your faking, but he can't help himself when you look like that, so cute yet so sad. You let a smile show and run your hand up his arm to his face pulling him closer so you kiss him.

Sanji's lips where light on yours so you move your hand to the back of his head running your fingers through his hair before pushing slightly telling him what you wanted. He hums in a tone asking if it's ok, to which you moan back almost in a begging way, giving in the blonde presses into you licking your lip before pushing his tongue into your slightly parted lips, a hum of satisfaction leaves your mouth making Sanji smile into the kiss. The cook pulls away too soon for your liking, but he places a kiss on your cheek then your neck feeling you relax back into the bed "I'll cook your favorite, how does that sound?" Sanji asks earning a large giddy smile from you "Your the best" The cook kisses your head before letting you go and heading to the kitchen, Zoro sits in the chair and takes your hand giving it light squeeze while his other hand goes through your hair "Get some sleep baby, i'm sure Sanji will wake us for dinner" The swordsman lays his head down on the bed hoping to take a nap with you before all the yelling for food starts. With a content smile you nod while lightly gripping his hand, starring up at the ceiling you let your eyes slowly close, sleep soon consuming you and the light snoring swordsman.

[ssturniolo]

Dead (pt.3)

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - death, gore, fear, crying, swearing, kinda long, I think that’s it

Y/n’s POV:

“Nick stoooppp” I giggle, shoving his shoulder lightly.

We both lay in his bed, cracking jokes and teasing each other about random shit. He’s never failed to make me smile or cheer me up. He is my home, my safe space and lll love him unconditionally forever. Forever?

The walls of his room start closing in, trapping me, suffocating me. Glancing back at Nick I gasp, watching as his head detaches from his body, rolling off of the bed hitting the floor with a loud thud.

“Nick!” I shout, waking up in a cold sweat. Matt is quick to comfort me, pulling me in with his tattooed arm while the other soothingly cards through my hair.

“It’s ok baby I’m here” he sniffles, obvious that he’s been crying.

“Can’t sleep?” I question, taking deep breaths as an attempt to pull myself together.

“Mhm” he hums in response, burying his face in my hair.

“Want me to make you something to eat?” I ask, already moving out of his arms, pushing myself off of the bed.

“Yes please.”

I sigh sadly seeing the dark circles under his eyes through the dim lighting. It’s been extremely hard for me and I’m not even related to Nick, so I can’t even imagine what it’s like for his family.

It’s been almost a week since, well… you know, and things just haven’t been the same. Matt and I sleep with dim lights on, terrified of the image that’s been burned into our brains to be seen in the dark. There’s been many sleepless nights and when anyone does end up falling asleep, the nightmares that haunt us feel as though they’ll never end.

After being questioned by the police we immediately went back to the triplets (Boston) home, unfortunately having to break the news to their parents. And we’ve been here since.

No one wants to leave the house in fear they’ll be the next.

I pad down the hallway with Matt on my heels, pausing in front of Nicks door. A gloom has fallen over this once happy room, the only occupant being Trevor whining at the bottom of Nicks bed.

Trevor knows something is wrong, off, but doesn’t know he’ll never see Nick again. No one will.

***time skip***

Matt’s POV:

Mom and dad left for the grocery store 10 minutes ago and my anxiety is running wild. I’m in a constant state of fear, terrified that someone else I love will die.

Y/n is currently curled up on my lap, head in the crook of my neck while she traces my tattoos. God I love her.

Chris is sitting directly next to me while Nate is upstairs taking a bath. This house hasn’t been the same since Nick died. It’s so empty; cold.

The silence in the room is deafening but short lived, as a crash echos through the upper floor. The three of us exchange wide-eyed glances, Chris immediately sprinting up the stairs shortly followed by y/n and I.

All three of us stop in our tracks, seeing a masked figure hunched over the bathtub with a knife.

Well fuck.

The person snaps it’s head towards us as Chris slams the bathroom door shut, all of us sprinting in different directions.

Y/n’s POV:

I take off left from the bathroom as soon as Chris slams the door, hearing footsteps following behind me. Assuming it’s one of the boys I turn around, only to be met with the masked figure.

My eyes widen as the bloody knife that had just killed one of my best friends, is pointed directly at my head.

“p-p-please don’t” I beg, now being backed into the corner. I can’t die, at least not yet. I have so much life left to live, there are so many things I still want to do; experience.

Pressing my back into the wall, I slide down it, my knees going weak. My heart is beating a million miles a minute as the figure squats down to my level. It glides the knife down my cheek leaving a cut there in the process.

Ouch.

The figure raises its arm, about to stab me leading to my death when Chris comes from behind, grabbing its arm and wrestling it to the ground.

“Run!” He lets out, struggling to keep the knife away from him.

Stumbling to my feet, I run out of the room, hearing Chris scream before footsteps continue to follow me.

I’m dead.

Matt’s POV:

I take off back down the stairs as soon as Chris shuts the bathroom door, hoping that all of us make it out of this ok. I run straight to the front door only to find it, and everything else either locked or blocked off. We’re trapped.

I frantically look around for a way out or something to use to help y/n and Chris. The footsteps stopped and I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. Just then, I hear Chris scream, a few seconds later followed by a bloodcurdling scream from y/n.

That was definitely NOT a good thing.

My beautiful girlfriend, best friend, and triplet brothers all dead within a few weeks. And I’m next.

Hot tears slip down my cheeks, burning my eyes as I push myself into a corner, hoping I’ll just disappear with the rest of them. I don’t think I can do this. Live without them. I’m done for.

And then I hear it. The creak of footsteps coming down the stairs.

I’m dead.

[winterlynightlystories]

Viper’s tongue

Tw; mention of past accidental murder, fighting, injury, blood, attempt murder.

Please do not copy or steal my work

Mikey/Male!reader

Summary; Lied to, you find yourself in the middle of the fight between Valhalla and Toman. But you won't let Kazutora go unpunished. Unknown to you, altering the time line.

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Rage burned in your veins as you searched trough the mass for Kazutora. You could not believe how stupid you have been! How could you believe that viper and his sweet words?

How could you believe that your friend would come back untouched after the crime he committed? You should have dropped and forgotten Kazutora the second he killed Shin. Better, you should have beaten his sorry ass when he came with his proposition of joining your gang to his.

How could you be so blind?

Believing him when he said he wanted to take back the Black Dragon and restore them in memory for Shin. It was so sweet, so touching and you wanted that. You missed Shin and his smile, his big heart and his advice.

But it was only lies.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Hanma fighting Draken. The two beasts seemed tireless as they kept hitting each other over and over in an endless dance. But no sign of Mikey or Kazutora by their side. Cursing, you avoided two Toman members, refusing to hit them.

It might be too late to take your gang out of this mess, but you refused to fight Toman. They weren't your enemy or the one you should be facing right now.

- “Mikey!”

Draken’s scream froze everyone in place and your blood turned to ice in your veins, fear gripping your heart. Slowly, you turned around to face the pile of cars. There, almost on top, you saw Kazutora with a metal pipe in hand and two other figures around one, blond, lying down.

That was Mikey.

Shin’s little brother.

You two were more or less the same age and you remembered playing around with Manjirowhen you came to their dojo. You two used to be inseparable and so close.

You haven't seen him since... since Shin’s death.

And you missed Mikey.

Anger ignited your blood once more when you saw Kazutora’s accomplices grab onto Mikey and Kazutora ready to beat the young President one more time with his weapon. You bolted in their direction, followed by Draken. Unlike you, Draken was stopped by Hanma. Maybe the idiot thought you were joining the party and not planning to crash it.

As fast as you could you climbed the cars. Your rage blinded you more and more as you watched, powerless, your former friend beating Mikey on the head. You felt each hit as your own.

- “Kazutora! Stop it!” you screamed, horrified when you saw blood splashing in the air.

He ignored you, too caught in his monologue. You finally reached their level and the fucker dared smile at you. Crazy. Kazutora was simply crazy, you decided.

- “Y/n! You are joining us!” rejoiced Kazutora, but quickly lost his joyful demeanour when he saw your angry face. “What is it?”

- “You fucking lying piece of shit!” you screamed, running toward him.

Before anyone could react, you tackled Kazutora. Arms wrapped tightly around him, and with all your strength, you jumped into the void. Kazutora screamed in fear, and somewhere someone cried your name. Then, you hit the top of a car. The shock and pain had you let go of your enemy and you both rolled. You were the only one able to get a grip before falling, unlike Kazutora.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the rage, but you got back on your feet in an instant before jumping down. Your eyes never left the falling teen until he reached the ground on broken glass. You didn't give Kazutora the time to get up; you pinned him down before hitting him in the face.

The silence around you two was deafening. Only the sound of your panting and fists colliding with Kaz’s face could be heard.

- “Kazutora!” shouted Hanma, running toward you. “Son of a bitch, let go of him!”

You ignored Hanma and hit Kazutora one more time.

- “Did you really think that I would be fine with all of this? You lied to me! How dare you use Shin’? How dare you!” you screamed and slapped him across the face.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Hanma almost on you. But Draken got between you, blocking the kick Hanma's kick.

- “Y/n! What is going on?” asked Draken, giving you the side eye. “Aren't you with them?”

- “No! I mean, yes but no. Kazutora told me we were taking back Black Dragon, but he lied. He used Shin’ to get me to agree.” you replied, panting. “I'm so sorry Draken.”

- “I see.” he sighed before adding; “Thought so. I couldn't see you hurting Mikey on your own will”

- “Eh? What is that supposed to mean?” you asked before gasping in pain.

Kazutora punched you back, getting you off him. Cursing, you got back on your feet. Back to back with Draken, you dared look up. Mikey stared at you, face blank. A shiver ran down your spine when you realized he was now standing alone, blood definitely pouring down his face. Turning your attention to Kazutora, you gave him a cold stare.

- “Y/n... You are betraying me for Mikey?” asked Kazutora, smiling madly.

- “Fucking yes! And you are the one who betrayed me first! I can't believe I trusted you... Believed in you! You are nothing but a filthy murderer!” you shouted at him, shaking.

- “Oi! Y/n, don't you think you are going a bit too far?” asked Draken, blocking another hit from Hanma

- “No!” you grunted, barely blocking Kazutora's punch. “He killed Shin’ and now he's after Mikey. What kind of psychopath do that? And you think he will stop there? What make you believe he won't go after Emma-chan?”

You yelped, feeling Draken grab you by the wrist. With all his strength, the Vice President spun you around. You barely had the time to understand what was going on when you saw Hanma attacking. Your foot hit him on the jaw and send him to the ground.

- “Oi! Draken! A warning beforehand would be nice!” you scolded him

- “Kazutora would never hurt Emma.” was his only answer.

- “Want to bet?” you replied, watching with horror as Kazutora took a knife out of his pocket. “Because that moron got a knife!”

Holding back a scream, you barely avoided Kazutora as he jumped on you. Your ex-friend was determined to stab you. Not giving you a second to rest, Kazutora kept attacking, his eyes shining with madness.

- “You are not laughing anymore, right Y/n? I’m going to guts you in front of everyone!” he shouted, smiling like a lunatic.

- “You are crazy!” you shouted back, fear growing up.

Because how the hell was he getting faster? You could feel the pain in your back and legs becoming harder to ignore. Your breath also getting harder to catch, making you slower to react. But it was impossible to look away, your eyes stuck on the blade.

- “Y/n! Watch out!” warned Draken

Was it how you would die, you wondered as Kazutora was finally catching up on you. You could not move anymore, too tired.

Then something hit you, sending you to the ground. A scream of pain left your lips as you heard Draken scream again.

- “MIKEY!”

Looking back, you gasped and felt tears threatening to spill. There stood Mikey, Kazutora's knife deep in his shoulder. Blood poured generously from the wound. Yet, Mikey didn't even seem bothered. His face, dark and grim, was turned toward Kazutora. Fear could be read on the culprit’s face. Neither of them moved as if time was frozen.

Out of nowhere, as quick as lightning, Mikey kicked Kazutora in the head, sending his aggressor face first on the ground.

- “Oh Gods. Oh, Gods! Mikey!” you whined. Getting up, you ran to Mikey and stopped him before he could take out the knife. “Don't! Please don't take it out.”

- “Y/n, did he hurt you?” asked Mikey, unbothered by his wound. His expression had changed, you realized. It was now softer, but worried.

- “No, no he didn't,” you answered, feeling tears run down your cheeks. “I'm so sorry Mikey.”

- “Mikey! Are you alright?” inquired Draken, running to join you two. Behind him, Hanma was also unconscious on the ground. “Son of a bitch! He got you.” cursed Draken, taking your place by Mikey's side.

Mikey grabbed your wrist, not letting you go anywhere. The blond offered you a big smile.

- “I'm happy you didn't get hurt! You scared me when you jumped with Kazutora. Please, Y/n, never do something like that again,” he said

- “I can't promise you anything, Mikey,” you replied, smiling as well.

All around you, the battle was finally over. Roman had won and you could not be happier. After everything Valhalla did, this felt like the right thing. Every member of Toman cheered, congratulating each other and taking care of the wounded. Somewhere, you heard someone screaming Mikey's name. It was Baji, followed by Chifuyu and a blond you didn't know who was crying.

You felt Mikey take your hand in his, smiling.

- “You know, there is enough place for you in Toman. If you want of course! “ said Mikey, blushiing.

- “It'll be an honour for us to join you, Mikey.” you smiled, blushing as well.

[cas-skz]

COMFORT ZONE

Five years down the drain. You couldn't believe what you had walked in on, and you didn't bother to stay and find out. You quickly found comfort in your best friend.

18+!! MDNI plz n thx

warnings/quick rundown: talk of cheating, fluffff mainly, best friends to lovers, slow burn.

SKZ/BTS FIC REQUESTS: OPEN

yeshello

my brain has been mush but i did this and i hoep you like it

okokok love u

cas

Your car had finally come to a stop in front of your best friend's house, tears streaming endlessly down your face as the music blasted. Your mind couldn’t help but flash back to you catching your fiancé in bed with another woman. You didn’t bother wasting your energy on him, simply throwing your ring in his direction and leaving before he could even get up.

Now, sitting in front of Chan’s house, you finally broke, letting your emotions out in waves of screams and palm hits to the steering wheel. You felt betrayed, heartbroken, and just about every emotion that came along with the situation. Bringing your knees to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them, calming slightly as you sobbed into your knees. You didn’t even notice Chan running over to the car until the door beside you opened. His face and voice were filled with concern. “Hey…hey, what’s going on?” He said softly, his hand brushing some hair from your face.

You couldn’t manage to get any words out as you tried to calm yourself. Before you got a chance to speak, Chan quickly lifted you out of the car in his arms, carrying you bridal style in his home. He sat you both on the couch, holding you close and rubbing your back. You had been best friends with him since the age of 14. He was truly the one person who had always been there for you.

“He’s cheating…” you finally managed to get out, using your sleeve to clean your face off. “Five years. Wasted five years of my fucking life on this idiot and this is what he does?” Chan frowned at your words, pulling you closer as he placed gentle kisses on your head. “He’s a waste of energy. I think you’re better off without him.” He comforted.

You sat in Chan’s arms for a while, calming slowly as he quietly sang your favorite song to you. Chan was always your safe space, a friend who would drop everything to be there for you. “Can I crash here for the night?” You ask quietly, sliding off his lap and curling up tightly next to him. Chan kept his arm wrapped around you, “of course, for as long as you need.” He held you close for a while longer before deciding to order a pizza for you both and offered you a bottle of wine. “Got anything stronger?” You question, forcing a small smile.

You sat in the kitchen, a bottle of whiskey on the counter next to you. You down the bit left in your glass, trying your best to hold back from making a face. You were about 4 glasses in when Chan took the bottle away, “okay, easy on the whiskey. You know you hate how you feel in the morning” He said, leaning against the island opposite of you. “I don’t care how I’ll feel in the morning.” You laughed, your eyes falling to the ground. “I don’t want feel anything ever again.” You let your words trail as a single tear fell, which you quickly brushed away.

“Don’t say that…” Chan started, closing the gap between you. He lifted your chin with his finger, making you look directly at him. “Remember what my grandma told us when we were younger? Life lessons make you a stronger person, and that’s what this is. You deserve the best. You always have.” His words made your heart skip.

It was true, even if you didn’t want to believe it right now. You looked into his eyes for a long moment, feelings warmth and comfort take over as he softly smiled at you. “I think I’m ready for bed.” You say, eyes dropping as you jumped off the counter and skipped towards the stairs. “I’m gonna raid your dresser for a shirt to sleep in.” You quickly made your way up the stairs, hoping Chan hadn’t noticed the deep red blush starting to take over your face. The thought of kissing your best friend popped into your head, something you didn’t expect to ever happen.

After finding a band tee to throw on and saying your goodnights, you sunk under the covers of the spare bed, trying to calm your mind from going a million miles a second. It was a mix of leaving the life you had known for five years, and why you suddenly felt the attraction towards your best friend.

You fell asleep at some point, drifting into a bad dream. You woke up a bunch of times, tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfy. You gave up once you felt your bladder calling, quietly making your way to the bathroom. On your way back, you heard a low audio and as you approached Chan’s door, which was slightly opened, you saw his face illuminated by his phone screen.

“Are you gonna come in or just keep standing there like a creep?” He joked, eyes moving to you. “Sorry…” you say quietly, slipping into his room and over to his bedside. “I can’t sleep.” You pout, plopping your chin on his chest as you looked at the screen. Chan flipped through a couple of reels on YouTube, laughing at different little clips. “Why don’t you get on the bed” he laughed, motioning to the spot beside him.

You hesitated for a moment, but walked around and climbed in. You grab a pillow to cuddle as you laid next to Chan. His arm wrapped around you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder, his fingers moved softly against your skin. Chan switched from watching his phone to putting the tv on, just a background show to fall asleep to.

Chan slid down a bit in the bed, just so he was able to see your face illuminated by the tv. You gazed into his eyes, gently poking his nose. “Thank you.” You say softly, finding his hand and playing with his fingers. “You don’t need to thank me.” He said, leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always take care of you.”

You moved the pillow from between you and Chan, scooting closer to him. He was so warm and pulled you in close as he quietly sang to you. Your eyes glanced up at him, and you felt your heart skip a beat. He giggled as his eyes looked down at you, “why are you staring at me?” He asked, his fingers drawing circles on your back. You rested your hand on his chest, shyly smiling as your eyes fell. “Just thinking.”

Chan wiggled down in the bed, making himself eye level with you. “What are you thinking about?” He questioned. You were silent for a long bit, thinking back to high school when you chose to keep Chan as a close friend rather than dating. Instead, you ended up starting a relationship with your now ex.

“I was stupid for picking him.” You said quietly, “you wouldn’t have hurt me like this.” A small laugh escaped your lips as your eyes met his again. “You’re right, I wouldn’t. Never will either.” Your eyes moved to his lips, the perfect shade of pink, beautifully plump. You wondered why you hadn’t noticed it before.

Chan’s hand slowly crept onto your waist, giving you goosebumps throughout your body. Your hand rested gently on his jaw line as you brought your lips to his, pressing the smallest kiss upon them. Chan pulled you into him as you shared another kiss, deep and slow. It felt like fireworks were exploding. Your body was electric as your lips moved in sync.

“I waited five years to kiss you.” Chan said against your lips, barely pulling away as you both took a moment to catch your breath. Everything felt right at this moment, just the two of you sharing soft pecks as you fell asleep in his arms.

[gloomzombie]

I'll Bury You For This

Pairings: Jeff the Killer X Male Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Word Count: 4,244

Chapter 6: Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5

August 21. 3:05pm.

It gets to the point where my burning lungs won’t let me go any further. I slow down and stop, gasping for more and more air. My eyes are still watering- no Y/N, you’re still crying. It doesn’t help at all with trying to catch my breath. It sounds like I’m hyperventilating. 

I breathe heavily as I look around, trying so desperately to take in my surroundings. But, with the state I’m in, I could’ve been here a thousand times before and still wouldn't be able to figure out where I am. It’s as if my vision has gotten ten times worse; I can’t make out anything, no shapes of houses or other buildings, not even the shapes of what I’m sure are trees. 

I push forward and find it so difficult to walk, I trip after a few seconds. My face hits what I expected to be concrete, but instead leaves. So. Many. Leaves. When did I get back in the forest? I jolt back up, grabbing at the dirt underneath me. I look around and it’s not all blurry anymore. 

All around me are trees, tall and thin, but some are thicker. I get up and turn around to find the only building out here it seems. An abandoned house? I seem to find my footing and walk up to where the front door used to be. I hesitate. What am I even doing? It’s as if something is luring me to this place, but I don’t know what. 

Snap. I spin on my feet quickly, my eyes flitting around at the trees, only to find nothing. I don’t trust that for a second. I guess I’m going inside then. My shoes step on broken glass and twigs as I walk inside the small place. It doesn’t really look like a house, more like a shack. It doesn’t have a bathroom or even any bedrooms. All it has is a bunch of broken and worn down furniture and..is that a gun? 

I shake my head, bend down at the knees, and examine it closer. Well, it definitely is a gun. I wonder if it’s loaded. Wait, Y/N, you should be wondering why it’s even here or, more importantly, who it belongs to. I stand up straight. Where the hell am I? And who left this here? Crack. I swiftly turn my head, and, this time, catch a glimpse of a dark figure. “Who the hell are you?” I ask. My voice comes out less shaky than I expected. Not only does my throat burn from all the running and heavy breathing, but I’m also scared shitless.

“Who are you and where the fuck did you take me?” I speak louder this time, but no answer. I followed in the direction I saw the figure sneak from, and step out of the building. Whoever it was, it seems like I gave them enough time to leave. Dammit. Suddenly, the hair on my arms stood on end. I cross them together, but that doesn’t help. There’s an ear-splitting sound that fills my ears and, helplessly, I gaze around everywhere for the source but all there is are trees. Wait, was the building gone? That question gets thrown out of my head as the sound gets worse.

“Fuck!” I groan out in pain as it gets louder, and I clutch my ears. What the fuck is going on? Where am I? Why am I here? What is that sound? I try so hard to keep standing, but that becomes impossible. My knees buckle and I drop to the ground. “Ugh!” I can feel the tears stinging at my eyes as the sound gets even louder. I blink rapidly, not wanting to shut them. In the short time that I manage that, I make out a figure standing across from me in the small clearing. But it doesn’t look right. Too tall, far too thin. Am I seeing this correctly or am I going nuts? 

My heart beats so loud in my ears, loud enough to be heard just above the sound. All of this crashing sound leaves a ringing in my ears. My head is spinning, my vision is spotting. I’m fainting. I don’t want this to happen. Everything goes quiet, and that’s the second I know it’s happening. My head drops into the grass just as the tall figure gets closer.

?:??

My head is pounding when I wake up. I groan, but that makes it worse. It’s so bad I can feel it in my teeth. I open my eyes only to see grass. Am I still in the forest? I sit up slowly, and wince. I feel so sore. My ears are ringing slightly. I bring my hand up to my wet nose, and wipe whatever it is off. I look down at my hand and notice it’s blood on my fingers. Well, that’s a nice thought. My nose was bleeding, which is confusing because it never bleeds. I sigh and ignore the headache, gazing around to get a hint at where I am. 

I guess I’m not in the forest anymore, but just outside of it. There’s trees at the edge of the grass I’ve been laying on, but only there. It’s darker out now; the sun’s gone. How long was I out for? “Enough for me to be starving” I think as my stomach makes all kinds of noises. What time is it? My phone! I was out for so long, someone could’ve robbed me. I feel around my pockets and let out a sigh of relief as I find my phone and wallet in the back one. I take it out, and try to turn it on. “You've gotta be kidding..” It’s dead. Of course it is.

I groan, put the phone back in my pocket, and stand up. My legs feel like they’re on fire. How long did I run for today? I walk away from the forest. I don’t want to go back there. As I walk, I try to make out anything that could tell me exactly where I am. I stop squinting as I come across a picnic table. Is that..? Am I in the park from earlier? I get closer to it and as I do, I smell the strong scent of Xander’s cologne lingering at the bench. Xander. The memories from today come flooding back and I feel so sick about it. Why did I break his nose? For literally coming out to me? I groan into my hands. I feel like such an ass. 

But I also feel so fucking exhausted. Too exhausted to get caught up in shit from earlier. I huff and walk out of the park. I wish I could call someone to come pick me up because I sure as hell don’t feel like walking all the way home. I walk to the nearest gas station, and go inside. The air conditioning feels so heavenly against my sticky skin. I desperately need to shower when I get home. “Welcome,” I turn my head to the front. I nod to the sleepy cashier and turn to the aisles. 

I look through the rows of snacks and pick out a bag of cookies. I go to the back and take a bottle of water, then head back to the front. I place the stuff on the counter and the cashier lazily scans them. “Did you find everything okay?” He asks. “Yeah..hey, could you tell me what time it is?” I ask. He stares at me for a second, then takes his phone out. “7:48.” I nod, making sure my face doesn’t reflect my shock. I was knocked out for almost 5 hours?

“11.57.” I hand him the cash and tell him to keep the change. He seems pretty thankful he had one less thing to do. I open the water bottle as soon as I leave, chugging down about half of it. It soothes my throat a bit, so I feel safe to eat a little. I sit down on the concrete, open the bag of cookies, and eat a few. Now that I’ve relaxed a little, I can think about stuff. Mostly about how I have no clue what happened before I passed out. I remember eating, then punching Xander and running away. Then I was in the woods for some reason. I try to remember, but come up with nothing. My headache gets worse when I try and think about it too much, so I give up.

I finish my cookies and throw away the bag in the dumpster by the store. I sigh. How the hell am I supposed to get home? I ignore all the pain in my legs and chest as I make the walk back home. It’s a good thing I’ve been to this park enough to know the way home. It’s so hard to make myself put one foot in front of the other, but I manage it. I’m definitely skipping dinner; I’m way too tired to deal with that.

?:??

It takes at least an hour and a half to get back home, though I can’t be entirely sure since my phone is fucking dead. I huffed and picked up the pace a little as I finally made it to my street. As I’m walking, I feel that weird sense that I’m being watched. I keep walking, then quickly turn my head to look behind me. My heart sinks. This dude is entirely covered in..is that blood? It stains his white hoodie so easily. He’s got long, messy hair that drips blood on the pavement like water after a shower. I take in his build, his hair, and especially his face.

I couldn’t get a good enough look at it, as he almost immediately pounces on me. The wind is knocked out of my chest when my back hits the concrete, and I gasp. He leans over me, his face so close to mine. I can feel myself start to shake as I stare at him wide-eyed. The scariest thing about him isn’t even the jagged scars that carve into the skin of his cheeks, or all the blood that he’s absolutely drenched in. No, the scariest thing about him is the way he stares unblinkingly into my eyes. My breath catches as I feel the blade of what I assume is a knife against my throat. I didn’t even realize he was carrying one.

I breathe slow and shallow breaths, so terrified that I don’t dare try to do anything more. I just stare into his eyes. What’s taking him so long? If he’s going to kill me like he clearly has others, why hasn’t he done it yet? As I stare into those soulless eyes, I notice how blue they are. Ice blue. As soon as I think about the connection, he suddenly jerks up and off of me. I pick myself up as fast as I can, but he’s gone when I’m finally on my feet.

I ignore my burning lungs and sprint the rest of the way back home. My hands are shaking so bad as I unlock the door, quickly getting inside and locking it behind me. I breathe heavily as I make my way to the bathroom, ignoring John trying to get my attention. I shut the door behind me, lock it, and turn the light on. I stare at the boy in the mirror. Jesus fucking christ, I do look crazy.

My neck is bleeding, but it’s not terrible. I guess the knife sunk in a little; just the thought makes me shiver. My hair is all gross. What happened to it? I think back to just a minute ago..how his hair draped across my face…Oh no. Please don’t tell me. The tears continue to drip down my face slowly as I move my hands into my hair. My breathing turns ragged as soon as I feel it. It takes all of me to pull my hands back out. They shake as I will my eyes to look. I must sound hysterical as I breathe so harshly. Blood. There’s blood in my hair. But that’s not the worst part. I felt chunks. I don’t think as I strip my clothes off as fast as I can and turn the water on in the tub. I switch the damn thing to the showerhead and take off the last of my clothes. 

I jump in and scrub my hair furiously. The blood turns the water red, and the chunks of it take a lot of water to finally slip down the drain. I’m crying again, but I can’t really tell much because of the water from the showerhead. My face feels so numb, and I almost forget about the cut on my neck. My neck. Once the water runs clean again, I press my fingers lightly against it. I wince as I feel across the line. It’s not deep, so I don't have to worry about a bandage or anything. 

I take a washcloth and scrub my skin raw; then I do the same with my hair, shampooing it twice. I only stop the water and get out once I feel like I’m about to faint. I take a towel from under the sink and dry my hair, making sure I get the roots. Once I’m done with that, I wrap the towel around me and open the door, then speed walk to my room. “Hey!” John tries to stop me, but I close the door on him, locking it immediately. “Go away!” I scream. There’s silence behind the door, then I hear his footsteps as he walks away. 

I take the towel off and put some comfy clothes on. I groan and flop down on my bed. What the hell just happened? Today doesn’t feel real. At all. The more I think about it, the more it doesn’t make sense- but does at the same time? When he jumped off of me is when I thought about Jeff. I mean, I don’t know what his whole face looks like; but the hair, those eyes, his build..Is that why he acts like such an ass? I shake my head. No, it can’t be true; it can’t be him…but is it?

I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm down my racing heartbeat, and run my fingers through my clean hair. As I think it over, it becomes increasingly obvious that it would make sense if it was him. Is that why he ran? Did he recognize me? I sigh and rest my hands on my face. If it was him and he did recognize me, maybe he wouldn't bother me anymore. Stop that Y/N, there's plenty of people with the same eye color as Jeff.

“Ugh!” I groan. My brain won’t ever shut up when I fucking want it to. I turn on my side and press the power button on my phone, wait for it to turn on, then go through all my notifications. Oh. I have a bunch of missed calls and messages from Xander, a few messages from John and Gage, and a missed call from Lily. Wow, I must be getting popular or some shit. I bite my lip and press on the notifications from Xander before I get the chance to decide against it. 

August 21. 3:21pm.

Xander: Y/N pls pls just talk to me

Xander: I didnt mean to overstep

Xander: I didnt know u even liked me like that, im sry

4:46pm.

Xander: Y/N pls

Xander: Y/NNNN

Xander: Im sorry for kissing u without permission

Xander: That was my fault, Im so sorry

Xander: Pls just talk to me

5:57pm.

Xander: Im sorry. Pls dont be mad at me. Ill give u space

I sigh, dropping to lay on my back again. I feel bad for punching him and running away. Why did I do that? That was such an asshole thing to do and so not like me. It could be that I’ve had so much social interaction this whole week, first school, then the fucking bar, Gage’s house, and then seeing Xander. Or maybe it was all the confusing “feelings” I’ve been having for Gage. I’m still not entirely sure how exactly I feel about him, but that’s what dating is for, right? I’m new to dating, of course, so I’m not entirely sure. 

I lay there, thinking about it for a good while. It would be easy to fall for Xander again, but is that really what I want? Gage is good for me. There’s always the chance that Xander could fall back into his old habits, and if I were with him, I could too. I think of the pros and cons, who is better for me. So far, the only pros with Xander would be that I already loved him once, and that’d make it easier to get over him because, well, I wouldn’t have to anymore. But, I’ve already started things with Gage and finally started feeling better about Xander. Well, now I’m gonna feel like shit about him all over again. 

I groan. I wish he never told me he liked me, or I never got drunk enough to have the confidence to kiss Gage. I’ve never had this problem before. I’ve never had “options” until now. That feels like such a weird thing to say, but what else is there to say about it? When I got with guys, they didn’t really like me, they just liked what I could do for them; so it was easy for me to not think much about who I slept with, because it was just that, not anything close to love.  I like Gage, but I loved Xander. This is all so confusing. I sit up and stretch. I pick up my phone again, and decide to go with the hardest choice; see what happens with Gage and tell Xander I need space.

August 27. 3:34pm.

“Do you think this one looks good?” Gage asks as he does a little twirl, showing off the skirt he’s trying on. I smile. “It looks adorable on you. I’m not really a skirt guy, but it suits you.” He faces me and covers his cheeks with the ends of his sweater sleeves. “Thanks, Y/N.” I push off the wall and walk up to him. I kiss his forehead and wrap my hands around his wrists. I pull his hands away from his face, and kiss his lips. He giggles before pushing me away. “Y/N, you know I can’t kiss you until the snake bites heal.” 

I smile widely. “I know, but I can’t help myself when you look so cute,” I pepper small kisses all over his face and he whines in protest. It’s been a week since I decided to try things out with him. It’s also been a week since I last spoke to Xander. He’s coming to school again, but we don’t talk. He’s given me the space I ask for, and I’m glad. It makes me feel better about my decision, and better about him. I still find myself feeling bad, but it was either him or Gage; either way someone’s feelings would be hurt. I have a reason to deny Xander, but I don’t have any real reason to deny Gage. 

Since last week, I’ve also made more of an effort to talk to Jeff. He’s not as terrible once you actually get him to keep talking to you- but that’s the problem; he talks to me for a maximum of 10 minutes straight, then tells me to fuck off, walks away, or just ignores me. I’ve found out a bit more about him now. He’s 19, he lives by himself, and apparently he’s bisexual. When I found that out, it was mostly a joke question. “Do you like anyone here?” I had asked, and I didn’t really mean it as a romantic question, more like if he actually had friends; but looking back at it, it really didn’t sound like that at all. He just blinked at me- he’s finally dropped that offended look, well mostly. “No. None of these bitches are worth my time. The dudes here aren’t either.” It caught me off guard at the time, because people don’t usually drop their sexuality that casually. But I guess it does match his character.

And now I’m shopping with Gage, at Hot Topic of all places. I haven’t been in months and he’s never been at all. It didn’t surprise me much, because he doesn’t really look like he would shop here. But, when I brought the idea up, he seemed excited about going. “I’ve seen so much cool stuff from there, and I mean, I do want to try out a new style,” He responded with a cute smile. I couldn’t resist it. The thought of seeing him in clothes that were more my style made me feel good. It was like seeing him in my own clothes. Well, minus the skirts. We’ve been on a few dates before this one, including getting piercings together. I suggested snake bites for him because I thought they’d look good on him (they do), and he said I should get a septum to match his; I wanted to get one for forever anyways.

“Think I should get it?” he asks, leaning his head against me. “Yeah, but I think you should get one of their knit sweaters to go with it.” I pull away. “The ones with the holes in it?” he asked, his face going all pink. I smirk. “Yeah, one of those.” We go back to the front, and he starts going through the rack of sweaters and jackets. “Is this the one you were talking about?” He asks, and his face is still all pink. “Yeah, wouldn’t it look awesome on you?” I hold the cropped sweater up against his chest, and I imagine him in it. He would look great in it. His face grows redder. “My whole chest would be out,” He whispers, averting his gaze. 

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s the point. But, you could wear something underneath it. Orrr,” I lean in and whisper in his ear. “You could wear it just for me.” I pull away and smile as he shudders. “W-well. I guess you’re right.” He takes the sweater from me and carries it to the counter with the skirt. 

5:23pm.

After the mall, we went to get something to eat. On the way back home, my phone starts going off in my lap. Gage glances at me for a second before his eyes go back to the road. I ignore every message and call, before I just turn the phone off. I stare out the window, listening to the London After Midnight playing through the speakers. “Are you not going to answer that?” I hear Gage ask. “No, I don’t plan on it.” I sigh. I don’t want him to ask about John, really. “Who is that? You always get a bunch of messages that you just..ignore.” I chew on my lip. Do I tell him? I guess I could now, he was gonna have to know sometime. “My dad,” I responded. I can hear my heartbeat thump thump in my ears. Why do I feel so nervous about this?

“Oh.” He says blankly. As I bite down on my lip, the metallic taste of blood meets my tongue. He’s silent for a few minutes. What is he thinking right now? God, he probably thinks I just hate my dad for no reason. I continue to chew on my lip despite the fact it’s burning. “Why do you ignore him?” I fold my hands and start kneading them together. I don’t like talking about this. “Uhm. That’s really personal, Gage,” I murmur. Why does he want to know so bad?

I turn to look at him. He’s gripping the steering wheel tightly, as if he’s upset. He’s got an expression on his face that I’ve never seen on him before. His jaw tight, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. Is he mad at me?  “Whatever,” He responds coolly. I look away. Why is he so upset? Did I do something wrong?

“What are you doing, Y/N? Why don’t you want me going inside?” I squint my eyes, and stand in front of the door so he won’t try anything. “Like I said, that’s really personal, Gage.” He stares at me, and I stare back. What the hell is he thinking? He strides towards me, but I shove him away; it’s easy to, because he’s shorter than me. “Y/N. Answer my question. What are you doing in there that you don’t want me to see?” I look at him defensively. “What the fuck is up with you? I’m not doing anything. What do you think I’m doing?” I ask, walking up to him. He glares at me. “Whatever Y/N, don’t answer me. But there’s something off about this.” He turns to walk away, but at that moment, the door swings open.

When we get to my house, I get out and shut the door like I usually do. I started letting him drop me off on Tuesday. He had agreed to not get out of the car when I asked him not to, albeit acting very weird about it. But now, when I start walking up to the door, I hear his footsteps trailing behind me. My brows furrow and I turn on my heels. “What are you doing?” I ask. He stands there with his arms folded in front of him. He still looks mad.

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Whumptober 2023 Day 5 - Pinned Down

Day 5! And this one is MOVIEVERSE! I REPEAT: MOVIEVERSE! I wanted a bit of a challenge so a few of these are going to be set within the movie! Also movie!Jay is an absolute bean but he swears like a sailor and I will die on this hill.

@splinnters fifth tag! You better be asleep by now good sir

Words: 2.2k

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

Garmadon wasn’t supposed to strike during the middle of the school day, his plane wasn’t supposed to get shot down out of the sky, and he was not supposed to crash it directly into a building that was already crumbling from the attack. Jay had tried to hit the eject button only for it to fail, so he had no other choice than to sit tight and hope that the impact didn’t kill him.

It didn’t, but Jay could still feel the whiplash that hit his neck as his head slammed against the console, his helmet the only thing saving him from certain doom. He had been knocked out almost instantly, and when he finally came around there were voices screaming at him over the still-functioning radio and blood trickling down from his forehead.

“Jay!” Cole yelled, and Jay could hear the sounds of missiles detonating over the comms. “What the hell happened?!”

He must’ve been talking for some time, so Jay fumbled to press the button and activate his mic. “Cole? I’m here.”

‘Oh thank the First Master,” Lloyd sighed, and Jay winced from his volume. His mask must’ve gotten shoved up closer to his mouth. “Did anyone see where he went down?”

“He is near the corner of Main and Fourth,” Zane chimed in, and Jay’s heart started sinking. Nobody was patrolling in that direction, which meant that there was no one nearby and they were all still fighting a battle. He was on his own.

Which immediately posed a problem when he tried to move his leg.

A short scream escaped his lips when he tried to pull his leg out, and Jay felt the tears sting at the corners of his eyes. Glancing down, the sight of mangled metal buried in his leg almost made him sick. White-hot pain shot up his thigh from his calf, and Jay bit down on his hand to keep from screaming again as his head hit the back of his seat.

He was trapped.

The others must’ve heard him, because Nya was hurriedly clicking onto the channel. “What the hell was that?”

“I’m stuck,” Jay said, “m-my leg’s pinned. I can’t get it out.”

“How stuck?” Kai asked, and Jay heard the screeching of metal on metal through the comms before Kai’s flamethrower ignited, the whoosh familiar as well as the yells of whoever Kai was fighting against.

Jay really did not want to look at it again, but he did have to assess the injury. His leg was burning with pain, his nerves alight with the sensation as he leaned down to try and get a better look at what had happened. Of course, it looked like one of the pylons had gone straight through his leg; not enough to take it off, but definitely enough to pin him in place and start to cause problems.

Why was he so calm about almost having his leg forcibly amputated?

“It’s gone through my leg,” Jay said lightly, his voice betrayed absolutely none of his inner turmoil, “so I can’t move. I also can’t remove it because I don’t know what’ll happen or if it’s structurally sound.”

Silence rang over the comms, and Jay waited patiently for his team to respond. It wasn’t like he was going anywhere. “Buddy, are you okay?” Cole asked hesitantly.

“Oh yes, Cole, I’m just peachy! I’m stuck in this stupid fucking cockpit and there’s a metal rod stuck in my leg and I dunno how to fix it and there’s enemies everywhere and you guys are across the city and I’m going to flip my shit because what if I lose my fucking leg?!” and there it was. Everything was falling apart around him, literally and metaphorically, and Jay’s vision started to tunnel as he struggled to take a deep breath. He wanted to pull his knees up into his chest and bury his face in them, but any movement of his leg only brought more tears to his eyes.

“Breathe,” Nya tried to say, but Jay only took a harsh inhale through his nose in panic-fuelled rage.

“My jet is fucked! My leg is fucked! I’M fucked!” Jay yelled. “So what do you mean ‘breathe’?!”

“It’s not going to get better if you keep panicking, so I need you to calm down,” Nya said soothingly; the others stayed quiet, trusting her to take control of the situation. “I’m on my way, okay? Just hang tight, we’ll get you out of there.”

He couldn’t calm down. The rod shifted, making him see stars as his head knocked against the side of the cockpit. All it took was one sob to open the floodgates, and suddenly he couldn’t stop. “I’m scared, Nya, I’m scared and it hurts and I don’t know what to do-”

“I know,” Nya said, “I know, that’s why I need you to breathe for me, Jay. In for three, hold for four, out for seven, can you do that for me?”

“Yeah,” and Jay tried, he really did, but the sight of Garmadon’s forces flying high over his head, twisting and turning through the air as they made a beeline for where the others were already fighting, drowned out any common sense that may have stuck around at the beginning of his panic attack.

If they saw him, he was as good as dead.

And they were getting pretty damn close.

“Fuck!” Jay cursed, pushing hard at his shattered windshield. “Come on, come on!”

“What happened?” Lloyd asked, alarmed. Jay kept banging at the windshield, ignoring the shards of glass cutting through his gloves and the pain radiating from his wrists.

“Garmadon’s army is coming!” he said, and he could hear the sharp intake of breath from the rest of the group. “I’m pinned down, and I can’t get out!”

“Cole, Nya, get to him now,” Lloyd ordered, and Jay felt his heart lift when he saw the green ninja’s mech shoot across the sky, already tearing through the hordes of planes flying through the city. “Kai and Zane, we’re running defense. Don’t let them get close until Jay is clear.”

“On it, boss,” Kai said, and Zane confirmed as well. Cole grunted, and Nya was silent, but Jay knew that she was just thinking of a way to get him out of here. Probably. Hopefully.

There had to be something he could do. His brain was racing a mile a minute as he looked around the cockpit for anything that he could use to pry open the canopy, or even something to help him start to free his leg. Adrenaline poured through his veins, dulling any pain radiating from the wound and making him shake with repressed stims. Finally he tore off a control panel on the side, steadying his hands long enough to start fiddling with the wires. Maybe he could get his jet’s cloaking ability to start working; that would buy him some time until Nya got there.

It only took a minute for the wires to start sparking, small arcs racing up his fingers and Jay quickly dropped said wires, but the damage was already done. The tips of his fingers were slightly singed, as Cole would so gracefully put it, and Jay quickly put them into his mouth one by one to soothe the burns. Hopefully someone was still on the line, he thought as he pressed the button to open the comm channel, his finger throbbing in protest.

“Uh, team?” Jay said, flinching when one of the planes flew a little too close for his liking, “I can’t activate the cloaking thing and I think I burnt my fingers.”

“Seriously?” Cole said angrily, and Jay’s heart dropped at his tone. “Don’t worry, Jay, Nya and I are almost there?”

“Can you turn your ‘almost here’ into actually being here, please?”

“Working on it, Blue,” Nya grunted, and Jay could hear the sounds of crabs hitting her windshield with dull thunks. “Hang in there, you’re doing great. How’s that injury looking?”

“Let me check,” Jay leaned down to look again and nearly lost his lunch for the fourth time since he had gotten stuck in this predicament. Nothing had changed, but it suddenly looked a lot more red than it did before. His boot squelched on the floorplates, and something was soaking into it and through his socks. Dizzy, Jay realized that he was sole-deep in a puddle of crimson red, of his own blood.

That…wasn’t very comforting. “There’s a lot of blood.”

“How much blood?” Nya asked.

Jay swallowed thickly, pressing the back of his head to his seat and shutting his eyes. “T-There’s a puddle, and it’s soaking into my shoes.”

An explosion, and Nya’s voice came over the speakers again. “These guys are not making it easy. Is there any way that you can staunch it? Or pull the thing out?”

It warmed his heart that in literally any other situation Nya would be flipping her shit, but she was keeping her cool; Jay liked to think that it was because of him rather than anything else. “I can’t move it. The pylon is attached to the main engine and I’m not nearly strong enough. Plus, this thing is already falling apart; I don’t know what’ll happen if I move too much.”

Case in point, the loud whine of falling metal as a section collapsed behind him, making Jay jump in surprise and stare with wide eyes. “You guys might wanna hurry, I don’t know how much longer this is going to stay up!”

“Going as fast as we can,” Cole assured, and Jay could tell that his best friend was starting to grow frustrated with the situation. He slumped in his chair, trying in vain to keep his anxiety at bay as the planes flew closer and closer. Rationally, he knew that Cole wasn’t mad at him, per se, but it sure as hell felt like it. Honestly, It was a miracle that he hadn’t been spotted yet.

He should’ve never thought about it.

Screaming through the air as they descended, Jay watched as the planes focused on his location with a plummeting heart. Their crab cannons swiveled to face him, and Jay was suddenly very aware of just how cracked his canopy was and the fragility of the cockpit protecting him. It wouldn’t last for very long at all.

“Lloyd!” he yelled, throwing his arms up and over his head as the crabs started raining down on top of him. “I’m in trouble here!”

“On my way!” and Jay saw the green dragon mech zigzag across the sky, tearing through the planes with its mechanical claws and firing missle after missle. “Guys, does anyone have eyes on Garmadon? I can’t see him from here.”

“I do,” Kai ground out, and Jay could tell that the fire ninja was not happy. “He’s on the south side, I’m gonna need all hands on deck to take care of him. He’s got a new barracuda mech? I think?”

“Zane, get to Kai,” Lloyd said, and for First Master’s sake they had to stop sending Jay on these emotional rollercoastsers. He could not function under these conditions! “I’m right behind you.”

“Wait!” Jay exclaimed, because even though there may have been no more planes attacking, there were definitely people on the ground that would be trying to make their way towards him. For the first time he noticed that his weapon was gone; it must’ve gotten lost as he went down. “I don’t have anything to defend myself with, you know! They find me up here and I’m fucked!”

“You’re fucked anyway if we don’t defeat Garmadon,” Kai said harshly, and Jay flinched even though no one could see him. “Cole and Nya are almost there.”

“About that,” Cole said, and for the sake of the First Master could they please stop delivering bad news?! “I’m a bit stuck too.”

“Stuck? How are you stuck?” Nya asked, concerned. “Do I need to go back-”

“No, get to Jay,” Cole insisted, flicking a few switches near the mic and slapping a new record into his turntable. “I can handle it. I’m with you, girl, so lead the way.”

Jay knew that above all else, he trusted his best friend with his life; if he said he was with someone, Cole was going with them. Sighing in relief, the adrenaline finally started to fizzle out, and Jay sobbed as the pain started to set in again. It was blinding; the pool of blood had risen to his ankle and Jay was starting to feel the effects. Woozy, he tried to open up the comm channel, forgetting that he never closed it.

“Please hurry,” he slurred, and the fire racing up his leg made him yelp in pain. Vision blurred with tears, Jay let his head rest against his seat again, shutting his eyes and hoping that the world would stop spinning.

Until a shadow was finally cast over him. He cracked his eyes open, smiling at the sight of the battered water strider mech, the love of his life (even if she didn’t know it yet) giving him the world’s brightest grin as she grabbed her spear and saluted him. “You called, Blue?”

“I did,” he said softly, a chuckle bubbling out of him despite the grimness of his situation, “and they couldn’t have gotten anyone more gorgeous to answer it.”

Later, he would blame the flirting on the blood loss, but only he knew how much of a lie that really was.

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heavymedic awkward confession please? with a side of first kiss and lots of fluff pretty please 🥺

Oooh i love them!

Warning: none

Rating: General

Breakfast at the base, especially during ceasefires, were as chaotic as can be. Nine men trying to squeeze around each other to grab milk cartons, toast, and fight over who gets to use the good pan first. It’s no help that the stove only holds eight burners, and today, everyone wants to cook at the exact same time.

“Stop shoving me! I gotta make my food right.” Scout huffs when Medic bumped into him for the third time. His eyes are locked on the three pancakes sitting in the pan. Never the best at knowing when to flip them, he’s making it his mission to get them perfect.

“I wouldn’t if I could. Pyro, you’re going to set off the fire alarm again.” He looks down at the too hot pan of scrambled eggs, popping from air bubbles every few seconds. Pyro muffles an annoyed complaint, stirring their food as smoke rises.

“Doktor, give Heavy bowl.” At the center of the conglomeration is the Russian attempting to finish his porridge. Although the strongest, the man was being hit in every direction by his coworkers. The continuous bumps nearly spilled Heavy’s raisins into Engineer’s sausage gravy.

Medic leans over to Sniper to reach, but right as he does so, the Aussie jumps back with a shout. His strips of bacon sizzled out of control, burning him with hot grease. The motion knocks Medic against Demo, who had just taken a pot of beans off the stove.

“Watch it!” The Scotsman swerves his scalding food away from the open flame only to crash into Spy. She screams, both in pain and disgust as hot beans spill onto her suit. The pot clatters to the floor, sending Spy backwards into Engineer.

He drops a jar of honey for her crepe right into the Texan’s biscuits and gravy, splashing said gravy onto several of the men. Medic tries to dodge only to slip on the bean covered floor. The doctor reaches out, grasping at whatever he can to not fall face first into multiple pans of food and fire.

“Ah!!” Two steps forward, and his face crashes into Heavy’s. Their lips press flat together, leaving the men stunned as the smoke alarm sounds. As Medic straightens himself, he realizes he never grabbed Heavy that bowl he needed.

“Uh…aheh, sorry…” Behind them, Scout drops several dishes as he hits the floor. He groans, sneakers coated in beans as Engineer fights the fire starting on the stovetop. Pyro merely cheers, completely unscathed as she enjoys her meal.

“Is okay…we should sit in living room.” The two leave the chaotic kitchen for the quieter space adjacent to it. They sit on the same couch with just enough room between them to not be awkward. Of course, they weren’t sitting too close for the same reason. Medic clears his throat.

“Was it weird to be kissed by me?” A hesitant question. The German smooths his pants to occupy his hands. Why do they feel clammy? The room is much cooler than the kitchen, and its just them. Right, just them….

“No, Heavy feels…happy with Doktor. Would not be upset by kiss.” The Russian tries to word himself just right. In his mother tongue, he could speak for days on how he feels about Medic. Even the best of poems and novels would pale in comparison.

“I wouldn’t be upset by it either. Heavy, for sometime I have felt…close to you. Aheh, very close. More than anyone else.” Medic moves an inch to test the waters. His hand lays in between them, silently offering itself to the other. A second passes before Medic feels a larger palm lay atop his own

“Heavy feels the same. I…love you, Doktor.” Love. That’s the right word. Heavy knew each version by heart in Russian. The passionate, the hesitant, the carnal, and many other ways to say the one word in English. If he’s certain of anything, its that this love is the romantic kind. The one he’s desired for years.

“Misha, I love you too. Oh, I feel like a schoolboy.” Medic covers his face to giggle. It’s as if he’s a child with his first crush confessing to him! The doctor squeezes Heavy’s hand softly and leans in.

“May we kiss again?” Eyes closed and lips puckered, Medic sat in wait. The couch creaks slightly, dipping beneath the shift atop it. Heavy brings Medic in close, kissing him on the lips. The world drowns out as they bring each other in close. Yeah, this is what romantic love feels like.

Hope you enjoyed this!! I love these two -H