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Could you do a little fic with Frederick x F!Robin 🥺? Pretty please 👉👈? Maybe one where Freddy gets really really sick and Robin is just scared because like, you know, she loves him so much, and what can you do when your stuck on a military campaign in the middle of nowhere and your husbands near dead with fever

(I have been working on this story for the last few months...enjoy 18 pages of angst and fluff and sniffling Freddybear ;;; U ;;; )

Frederick did not get sick. His immune system was impeccably strong; practically impenetrable to any disease or virus that would seek to bring him down.

You believed Lissa’s fervent stories about how Frederick would clear a cold with a single sneeze; seeing how your husband took such meticulous care of his help suggested he was as healthy as the myths foretold.

You had only been married a short while; a little over six months, following the few months courtship after you were found.

So it was very new; but it was also the only life you knew. Frederick had quickly gone from being a distrusting nuisance to the one constant in your life.

He was always there with a smile, a kiss or a squeeze of your hand. His patience was unending, and his compassion for your struggles with amnesia was unwavering. There was no normal without Frederick by your side.

But when the journey to Ferox led to a blizzard on top of a blizzard, it was only natural that not everyone in the encampment could weather the cold.

Vaike caught a bad flu first; of course he did, what with insisting on wearing as little warm clothing as possible to show off his glorious body.

Miriel would chastise him as she treated him, though there was very little one could do to sotp help the body heal from natural illness.

Injuries? Sure. Sickness caused by your own stupidity? Not so much.

Chrom quickly set the Shepherds to work to try and stop the sickness from spreading, but the measures he was taking weren’t good enough. There was still a bit of a journey to the nearest village, before reaching the capital city.

For now, everyone was to shelter in place and try their very best to get the fires burning high and hot. With hearty stew prepared for dinner and thick blankets distributed to the soldiers, it seemed like survival from the cold would be successful.

The darkness had made it difficult to tell just what time it is, but you were just exhausted. The final evening counsel had concluded, and you hurried back to the tent. Frederick assured you he’d follow once he finished checking over each of the fires in camp..

A task which normally took about half an hour, seemed to be taking much longer. You busied yourself with insulating the tent (as he carefully taught you), and had a small orb of fire floating safely in the center of the tent.

It was like a personal haven of heat…and you didn’t want to leave it.

At least, not until the tent flap opened, letting in a howl of cold air.

“Frederick, quickly!” You gasped, motioning for him to latch it shut. “It’ll take ages to reheat the tent!!”

“Forgive me, my dear,” Frederick’s voice was trembling as he shivered despite himself. “I am feeling slightly more tired than I realized.”

“You? Tired? Impossible.” You laughed some, but regarded him just the same, eyebrows raised. “You don’t think it’s the weather, do you? Neither of us are really built to withstand freezing temperatures like this…maybe it’s having an impact on your health.”

“My health is fine, as always.” He dismissed the very thought as he loosened the straps of his armor. “I am simply tired from making sure our campfires will last the night. Not all of us know how to do this warming enchantment, after all.”

“If it didn’t cost so much mana, I would cast it for everyone’s tents.” You agreed, rising to help him place the armor on its stand.

“We do need you to preserve as much as possible.” He agreed, “But I suppose I can allow it for our personal tent…for now.”

“Even the strict Lieutenant Frederick deserves to indulge every now and then.” You grinned, passing him his nightshirt before returning to the bedding.

“I suppose it is an indulgence, but the warmth is quite welcome…Ferox feels particularly biting this time of year.”

“Hmm. Cordelia said it’s actually much milder than usual. Which is saying something, given it feels like the temperature’s in the negatives.” You said with a shiver, but Frederick did not seem to notice.

Slowly, Frederick finished his nighttime routine and settled into bed with you, wishing you goodnight with a kiss. But something was…off. Your brow furrowed, making a small noise when your lips parted.

“Darling? You’re…rather warm. Do you feel all right?”

Frederick took a moment to process your words, but seemed unaffected. “I am sure it is only the tent. Come morning I’m sure my body temperature will drop the second we step outside. We should…rest.”

Frederick was asleep in the span of a few breaths. You shook your head, subconsciously noting that his body heat seemed to rise as you followed into slumber.

With a yawn and a stretch, you faced the next morning well-rested and plenty warm. That heating spell was a true work of art; you made a note to figure out methods to expand it to benefit all of the Shepherds.

The dim light seeping into the tent suggested it was just after dawn; time to get ready to face the day. But when you shifted to get up, something solid touched your back on the bedroll.

You turned to find Frederick still asleep beside you.

“What in the name of- Frederick? My love?” You reached for his face, feeling heat simmer beneath your fingertips. Too much heat.

“Frederick.” You called him again, a little firmer, and pushed on his shoulder. His breath was shallower, and he wasn’t responding to you.

“Freddybear, it’s past time to get up. You’re not going to have time to set all the fires!” You pressed, and that seemed to do the trick.

Frederick groaned, squeezing his eyes before they slowly fluttered open. “Mmnh…Robin…?”

“Good morning, sleepyhead. You’re quite late for your morning tasks. Shall I take care of them so you can rest?” If he was feeling unwell enough to sleep through the first hour of his day, then…

“That’s all right, Robin. I do appreciate the offer.” He dismissed you, rising slowly from his back and starting to stand.

There was a mild dizziness in his steps, as though disoriented from waking up. It had you on your feet behind him, placing a steadying hand to the small of his back.

“My dear, I don’t think you should do anything today. You’re looking a bit unwell, and the last thing I want is-”

“Nonsense. I have never once gotten ill; I am in peak condition, as always.”

“Then why are your eyes so glassy? And why are you struggling to keep your balance?”

“My oversleeping has simply left me disoriented.” He shook his head, “I know my body, Robin. If there is something wrong, I will not ignore it.”

“Unless something more important than your health happens, first.” You sighed, to which Frederick averted his gaze. Guilty as charged. “I know you, Frederick. You have a track record nearly as long as my own that shows you’d rather die than forget to polish Chrom’s sword for the fifth time.”

“I suppose that is true, but you forget that I have had a significant change in my personal life that impacts those odds.”

“And what might that be?” Your hands were on your hips, unconvinced. Frederick smiled softly, closing the distance between you to run handsome fingers along the side of your face.

“I recently married a very caring, attentive woman, whose opinion I value deeply.”

It was your turn to avert your gaze. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Lieutenant.”

“Is it flattery if I spoke earnestly? I can assure you, I could not possibly exaggerate my feelings for you.”

“All right, all right. You’ve made your point.” You huffed, brushing his hand away (gently) so as to preserve the remainder of your resolve. “Just…please pay attention to your health. It’s already brutal outside, and if you’re feeling ill, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You’re all I’ve got.”

“I understand.” He nodded, though he was unable to keep the smile from his lips. He brushed past you one final time, kissing the top of your head while he went.

Your gaze lingered on him even after the tent flap fell closed again. He was pushing himself too hard, and it was clear he wasn’t well. But you decided to trust Frederick; after all, he trusted you in spite of your mysterious origins.

He was all you really knew, now. Frederick’s routine was the one constant, in the throes ofkk battle and the constantly shifting tactics and politics that came with it.

He was always the same. Always performing his duties down to the exact second on his schedule. It reassured you; grounded you.

There was no reason to doubt him.

Glancing at the timepiece he kept in his trunk, it would be a few hours before breakfast. You’d check in on him then.

Surely, he’d be all right to work for a few hours.Frederick was not, in fact, fine to work a few hours.

When you reconnected in the mess tent, you found he had already fetched both your portions, but his was noticeably smaller than yours.

“Freddybear…aren’t you hungry? You’ve been working since dawn.” You noted carefully, sitting beside your husband.

He stared into the bowl, his brow furrowed. “I am not particularly hungry this morning. Perhaps I simply have not put in as much effort today as I usually do.”

You purse your lips, sharing some of your breakfast with him to even the portions out a little more.

“You’re going to need the energy if you insist on doing your daily duties in that heavy set of armor. Although, you could always slow down and rest for the day, just in case…”

“Thank you for worrying about me, but I can assure you I’m fine.” He replied gently, and returned the portion you shared with him into your bowl. “I know your day will be filled with meetings; you’re going to need the strength to withstand all those political battles.”

“That is a good point.” You nodded, “But at last eat one extra bite. For me?”

He exhaled softly, allowing you to rgift him one spoonful of your meal.

“Very well.”

“Thank you, dear.” You grinned, pecking his cheek. “Now let’s eat before our duties drag us away.”

And drag you away, they did; you were plotting out your next steps, knowing exactly where to go in order to avoid Plegian fire and reach Ferox within a reasonable amount of time. The bitter cold would provide more obstacles the longer you waited to take up camp and move it closer to the capital.

The kingdom itself had its share of bandits and vagabonds, which would no doubt become a headache for the Shepherds during the journey northward.

Coupled with the snowfall only growing icier and heavier through the next several days, and you had yourselves a proper race against the clock.

“We’ve already strained the medical tent with the number of soldiers who’ve fallen ill in the cold.” Stahl reported, “Lady Maribelle and Princess Lissa have requested a number of medical supplies, as well as any blankets and winter wear that can be spared.”

“We’re already running low on all of that, as it is…where would we be able to find more?”

“There’s a village between here and Ferox…could we make it there before we get to Ferox, so we can restock and rest?” You wondered, narrowing your eyes at the map.

The faint clanging of sparring reverberated in the still air as the council contemplated the next move. A good reminder that there would need to be a weapons restock in the near future as well.

“Indeed there is; but it would also force us to rework the path to Ferox, as well. It may add an additional two days to our journey when we depart.” Miriel explained, illustrating the wide curve the army would have to take if they went on this detour.

A particularly strong strike of steel hit across camp, followed by an exclamation among the soldiers. Someone must have won that duel handily. The sounds of mock battle resumed in the background.

“It would be worth it, in order to keep ourselves in top condition. I don’t want to risk lives because we were fighting hungry or sick. Chrom, what do you think?” You turned to the prince, who was listening carefully to the deliberations.

The clanging outside stopped suddenly. More exclamations.

“While time is indeed of the essence, I feel that Robin’s plan may be better in the long term. We should start making preparations to take up the camp and head north while it is still early in the-”

“Lord Chrom!!”

Ricken suddenly burst into the tent, the frost across his clothes contrasted sharply with the bright red of his face.

“Ricken? What’s-”

“The Lieutenant collapsed!!”

In a breath the whole of the tent was emptied, sprinting to the clamoring crowd that wasw growing at the training grounds. You led the charge, heart thundering faster than your feet could carry you.

Frederick collapsed. Frederick collapsed?

The words were foreign in your brain; you couldn’t make sense of it. The faint glow of healing staves could be seen in the snow. You pushed your way through the rumbling soldiers, confused and concerned.

Deep in the snow, Frederick laid off the side of the field. Maribelle and Lissa were frantically trying to heal him. He was unconscious.

“Frederick-” You reached his side before Chrom could, sliding to your knees beside him. His face was pale, in spite of being inches deep in the snow and ice. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He just dropped in the middle of a fight. I thought he may have been struck, but there aren’t any wounds.” Maribelle explained, words clipped and anxious.

You tore the glove from your hand, touching his face. Instantly you withdrew your fingers, a rush of air leaving you.

“He’s hot.” The staves paused at your statement, both the women staring at you. “H-his skin is really, really warm.”

“But his face is…” Lissa trailed off, brows furrowing. “Wait. Is he-?”

“Surely not.” The pair exchanged a glance. You were moments from shaking someone’s shoulders.

“What’s wrong with him??”

“He’s…he’s fallen ill.”

Pneumonia. A terrible case of it, at that. You were supposed to be relieved that he wasn’t injured; that this was something healed with plenty of herbs, medicines and rest.

But Frederick didn’t get sick.

You remembered the legends of Shepherds seeing Frederick sneeze and instantly cure whatever cold he might have had. Pneumonia was much more severe than a cold, but…surely it couldn’t have debilitated him so badly.

The healing tent was a mess of anxiety behind you, which was hard to ignore considering you were already deeply upset.

“You should not be here, Robin. If the type of pneumonia he contracted is contagious, you may fall ill as well.”

Frederick didn’t react to the voices above him; he was unconscious. The breaths trembled in his lungs, feverishly turning his head side to side on the pillow. Whatever was going on inside of him was tumultuous.

“I understand, but…I cannot leave him when he’s like this.” Your response was given without ever taking your eyes off him.

It was difficult to sit and watch, but the healers were kind enough to allow you to stay by his side while they worked around you. They had drawn his blood, listened to his heartbeat and his breathing, and were checking his fever every hour.

“H-he’ll be okay, right?” You heard Lissa ask from the end of the bed. She was tasked with healing him as well, but given how shaky her hands were, she needed to gather herself. Chrom put a comforting arm around her, but his expression remained grave.

“I’m sure he’ll recover. This may be a difficult fight, but it’s Frederick. I’ve never seen him sick longer than a day.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Lissa managed a small smile, but she was looking about as pale as your husband currently did. The thought alone made your stomach flip.

“Is there anything that we can do?” You asked Maribelle, “I…I want to stay with him, but I don’t want to be useless.”

“Perhaps fetching some food for yourselves and him will be good. I think all of you could use some fresh air. See if Stahl has the vegetable broth that I requested.”

The three of you left the tent, the biting air a bitter reminder of your current reality. It drew your feet to a stop. Maybe…maybe you shouldn’t leave his side just yet.

“Robin?”

Chrom touched your upper arm. It was difficult to find the words.

“Are you all right?”

“I…don’t know. I just don’t feel like it’s a good idea to leave him.” You glanced back at the tent, “I don’t like the idea of going somewhere and he’s not there with me.”

Chrom motioned for Lissa to go ahead, a little more concerned with his friend folding into herself.

“I’m sorry, Robin. If I realized he was getting sick, I would have ordered him to rest before it got like this. I know how hard he pushes himself.”

“I tried to convince him to slow down - more than once - but he insisted he was fine, and he pushed forward anyways. I believed him when he said he’d take care of himself, but now he’s… I’m just so worried.”

“We all are. This is uncharted territory.” Chrom agreed, squeezing your shoulder. “I can’t imagine how it must feel for you. You’ve been stuck to Frederick like glue almost since we found you in that field.”

You nodded, lips pursed. It wouldn’t do any good to speak out loud your deeper fears.

“He’s…my world.” You admitted quietly, frown deepening. “I don’t think I should leave him.”

“Even if it’s on the healer’s orders?”

“You can bring me back some food too, can’t you?”

Chrom chuckled. “Of course. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

And so you returned to the tent, feeling a sense of relief that you wouldn’t be leaving Frederick behind for any longer. Maribelle quirked an eyebrow, but did not press any questions as to why you had taken a break that wasn’t longer than a few minutes.

You quietly returned to your seat beside Frederick, whose expression remained contorted in discomfort.

He had turned away from your touch, jerking his head when cool fingers brushed against his cheek. His eyes remained closed; was he having a nightmare?

“I’m here, Freddybear.” You whispered, “I’m sure you can’t hear me, but…I’m not going anywhere ‘til you’re better. Got it?”

You squeezed his hand, resting your head on your other arm while you watched his fitful rest. It wouldn’t be long before the royals returned with food for yourself and your husband, though his was more flavored water than anything else.

Maribelle had moved to take care of his meal, but you were quick to volunteer. Something about letting others take over a task that was clearly meant for you to do felt wrong.

Though to the others, it was a symptom of more worrisome fears.By the time the next evening rolled in, Frederick’s condition grew worse.

The past twenty-four hours saw him in and out of a feverish attempt at consciousness. At one point, your name had passed his lips, but th.

Chrom sent their best horsemen to the village north, requesting clerics who would surely be able to turn his fever around with their expertise.

You were anxiously watching the tent flaps, hoping Chrom would return with an army of Feroxi healers at any second.

“Just hold on a little longer, my love.” You whispered, and held his hand tightly between both of yours. “Help will be here soon. Then you’ll be right as rain, and everything’ll go back to normal. Like nothing was ever wrong.”

His response was little more than a shuddering breath, his brow drawn tight against the pounding ache in his head. You kissed his knuckles, trying so hard to keep your wits.

He was your world. He was all that you knew, and neither you nor any of his close friends had ever known him to fall so terribly ill. What was worse, of course, was the terrible reality that no one could think of what might happen next.

When the clerics finally arrived, Frederick’s condition had already worsened. The shallow breathing was replaced with fits of hard, wet coughs. It seemed to pull him from whatever troubled excuse for rest he’d been getting before.

The coughing sounded heavy, as though his lungs were rattling with every sharp repetition. Your hand was on his back the instant he awoke, doubling over almost as suddenly as his eyes had opened.

“Frederick!” Your concern was quickly overwhelmed by the trio of clerics that were shepherded in by the prince. Chrom looked between you and Frederick, a small flash of relief in his eyes quickly overshadowed with worry.

“He's awake- that’s a good sign, isn’t it?” He commented as he came to your side, a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“His fever is severe.” The first cleric spoke, already having placed the back of his hand to Frederick’s forehead.

His eyes were glassy; you worried he didn’t know what was going on. Chrom’s fingers twitched.

“It can be brought back down though, can’t it?”

“It will be difficult, milord. Not only that, but it sounds as though the infection has spread deep into his lungs. The coughing should not be this heavy after two days of rest.”

“What can we do?” You asked, deciding to ignore the crack in your voice.

“We will need cold compresses, a bowl of cold water, and an additional bowl of packed snow.” The third cleric instructed, addressing the healer as she joined the growing group. “Could you show us where the medicinal herbs are, Lady Maribelle?”

“Of course. Though I must inform you that I’ve tried every combination I can think of to address the ailment.”

“We have brought our own supply of herbs local to Ferox, though we assumed you would have most of the base roots and herbs we will need to combine them with.”

“That would be correct.” Maribelle’s chin lifted, clearly proud of herself for maintaining the stock. She nodded to you, “Not to worry, Robin. We’ll have him back to normal in no time, now that we’ve got some proper help.”

You turned your attention back to Frederick, whose expression was a mixture of exhaustion, pain and confusion.

“Dearest?” You touched his cheek, the flushed red and sharp heat nearly catching you off guard. “Frederick, darling, did you hear them?”

A non-committal noise was about the best he could do before another coughing fit took hold. Your hand left his face to support his back again, a vain attempt at helping him.

“Milady,” One of the clerics addressed you, “It will be more efficient for us to work if we are allowed to occupy the whole space. I’m afraid we must ask you to leave.”

You glanced back at your husband, chewing the inside of your cheek. “But you will keep me informed if anything changes, yes?”

“You will be the first to know. Thank you for your cooperation.” They guided you out, Chrom not far behind. He seemed a little more at ease than you did, though you couldn’t imagine why.

“They sure know what they’re doing, don’t they? They’re not wasting a second.” Chrom said, sealing the tent behind you. “I only wish we were able to return with help sooner; I’ve never seen him in such dire straits.”

“But he will be all right?” Your response was shaky enough to be more of a question than a statement of fact. Chrom could hear it in your voice; you were well beyond anxious.

“Yes- yes, of course he’ll be all right! Frederick’s got the fortitude and the stubborness of an ox. He’s not going to let something like this take him down.”

“Thank you, Chrom.” Your whisper was met with a kind smile, and an elbow offered.

“May I escort you back to your tent?”

When he left you to your own devices, there was little else to distract yourself from the worrying besides scribbling nonsense on parchment.

It did at least serve to occupy your thoughts for an hour, though it was far from productive.

A few maps were drawn that would no doubt have to be re-worked, some personal notes that you couldn’t seem to read the words you were writing…

With a sharp sigh, you pushed away from your desk, opting to do some tidying around the immaculate tent instead. Something to keep your mind from worrying. Anything to stop fretting for a single second.

“Lady Robin?”

Perhaps not.

You unlatched the tent flap to find one of the village clerics standing in the whipping ice and wind. His expression was more grim than the weather.

“It is about your husband’s condition.”The pair of you returned to the healing tent within minutes of his status report. Frederick’s fever wasn’t breaking.

His condition hadn’t improved even after the intensive care he’d been receiving for the last hour straight. Even in the state he was in, with the efforts the clerics had already put in, his fever should have reduced by at least half a degree.

Instead, the rate he was going suggested he would not make it through the night if nothing changed.

It sucked the air from your lungs.

Returning to Frederick’s side didn’t give any comfort. You were at his bedside, this time determined not to leave him until you knew he was okay. His hand was tightly grasped between both of yours, feeling the heat that seared through his fingertips. His skin was so pale, and his breathing was labored.

“I am sorry, Lady Robin. We have informed the Exalt and his sister, but have instructed them to stay away from the tent so that we can continue to monitor him with little distraction. But given you are his spouse, I thought you should be the only exception.”

“Please…” The sound of your voice was foreign in your ears. When had it become so broken? Your fingers tightened around his hand, your knuckles white. “Please, help him.”

“My lady, we will do all we can, but there is little else-”

“There h-has to be something.” You hissed, fighting so hard not to let the dam break. “I can’t lose him. Not like this, he- I-I don’t have anyone else.”

The cleric’s lips drew into a thin line; this was the fearless Ylissean tactician, bearing her soul to a complete stranger. A man who you saw as holding his life in his hands.

“We will do what we can.” He repeated, gentler. “I do not wish to frighten you., but it is important that you know…and that you may need to prepare for the worst.”

There was little in the way of a response. Instead the cleric moved away, closing the fabric that provided some privacy in the tent so that you could be alone with him for a little while.

Silence filled the space, your thundering heart overwhelmed by the howling winds pounding the canvas with ice and snow. The tent was warm, at least, but it did not stop the shivers running up and down your spine. Though the trembling had a different source.

“Frederick…” Your forehead fell on his shoulder, a grimace twisting your lips. “Frederick, please- don’t do this. I need you. I need you to get through this, I-”

A sob caught in your throat, desperate and raw.

“Y-you’re everything to me, you know that? Y-you’ve been there since the first day…you’re in my very first memories since I woke up in that damn field. And you are my one constant…my one truth. I don’t…”

You swallowed thickly, pulling back to gaze upon his face. He looked so pained.

“I don’t know how to live without you.”

You drew his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles once, twice, three times as hot tears overflowed.

“Please, love…do not go where I cannot follow.”

Soft whimpers were somehow able to escape, the fragile prayers an echo in your heart. The silence was deafening, interrupted only by the muted cries of the knight lieutenant’s beloved.

There was nothing else to do but wait.

Agonize…and wait.

The first thing that registered in your mind when you awoke in the quiet of morning…was that your back ached terribly.

You groaned, recognizing that you were not asleep in your cot, but had slumped over on a less than comfortable stool. Frederick would surely scold you for falling asleep in such a way- it was simply terrible for your physical health to slump over on your seat for hours like that.

His name flitting through your thoughts was able to pull you from the drowse. The reason you were sitting at all was because you were in the healing tent. Watching over your husband.

“Frederick-” Your whisper was hoarse and a crackled attempt at speaking. Blearily you searched for his face in the darkness.

It was far too dark- was it even really morning? You fumbled with a small spell tag, hastily casting a small Ember spell.

An infant flame flickered to life in your palm, allowing your eyes to focus on your prize.

The lieutenant was still asleep. Your jaw clenched, feeling a lance of fear in your heart; he was asleep, wasn’t he?

Shaking fingers reached for his face, finding heat beneath your touch.

No…not heat. Warmth.

He was warm.

“Frederick…! Your fever-” You rose abruptly from your seat, pressing your ear to his chest to confirm your hopes. His heartbeat was still there.

Breath filled his lungs.

He made it through the night.

“Oh-- oh, the healers-!” You burst from the enclosed space, extinguishing the ember as you called for the clerics’ attention. There were two still shuffling about in the early morning, startled by the noisy tactician.

“My lady-?”

“His fever broke-!” You blurted out, pointing lamely back to where your husband slept. “H-he is still alive!”

It was all you could do to follow after the pair, who hurriedly went to confirm your exclamation. One took up Frederick’s hand, pressing his wrist to feel for his pulse. The other touched his forehead, confirming he was indeed no longer boiling.

“He has made it through the night.” They declared, relief passing over the three of you. It was impossible to contain your joy, all but collapsing beside him and sobbing with immense joy.

You clung to his hand, pressing as many kisses as you could while the healers politely left to procure more medicine to treat him once he woke.

Though you could care less if they stayed or went- Frederick was alive!

He would remain asleep for a few hours more, despite all the ruckus around him. Chrom and Lissa were promptly informed of the state of him, and you were soon joined by two tearful royals who crammed into the little space beside you.

So that, when Frederick finally did open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by three blurry, smiling, ridiculous figures.

“Frederick?” Lissa spoke up first, blue eyes shining bright with hopefulness. “Can you hear me? You feeling any better?”

A soft noise was just about the only thing he could manage, brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to gather his bearings.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, only that he didn’t exactly feel fantastic.

However, he could definitively say he felt better now than he did a while ago. And judging by the worried expressions that were surrounding him as his vision focused, he wasn’t the only one who thought that.

“Darling,” You called to him softly, squeezing his hand. “Do you need anything? Should I get you some water, or. Something to eat?”

He squeezed your hand back, albeit weakly. “Mmn…water…”

“O-of course! Just a moment.” You looked back to Chrom and Lissa, light in your gaze for the first time in days. As if you were saying “Hear that? He wants to drink something!” with your face.

“Why don’t you stay here while we go get him some water, instead? You’ve suffered long enough at his side; you deserve some joy, instead.” Chrom suggested, and took his sister’s hand.

Frederick watched them leave with sleepy confusion, turning his attention back to you.

“You…were suffering…?”

“Freddybear, you were really, really sick. It was pneumonia.” You explained, “One minute you seemed fine, and the next you collapsed during training. You were barely conscious, a-and the fever you had almost killed you.”

A grim understanding crossed his face, seeming to wake him up a little more. “I see…I didn’t realize…”

“I’m sure you didn’t think it was as bad as it was, but…the clerics had informed me you may not have made it through the night.” The red around your eyes betrayed the softness in your tone. You reached your breaking point.

Your husband’s hand shifted around yours, threading his fingers between your own as close as possible.

“I had a dream…you were crying.” He breathed, “Praying.”

With a trembling lip, you shook your head, looking away in a feeble attempt to withhold the tears from escaping.

“Did you say I’m…your one…your one constant?”

With a shaky sigh, you nodded, squeezing his fingers again. “I did, because you are. I rely on you more than anyone else, Freddybear. You’re the one person I can always count on to…to be there. More than anybody. That’s…why I w-was so upset.”

“I didn’t know,” He coughed much drier and softer than before. You made a move to help him, but he shook his head, opting instead to maintain his strengthening grip on your hand.

“I didn’t know you felt so strongly about me.”

You weren’t sure if that was a sob or a laugh that you barked out, but it was there all the same. “Frederick, of course I feel that way about you- I married you! Did you doubt my love wouldn’t extend to trusting you, too?”

‘T-that is not what I meant. It seems my thoughts are still…a bit muddled.” He shook his head, looking troubled. “ I mean that…I did not know you relied on my presence so much.”

“It’s only natural, isn’t it?” You insisted quietly, leaning down so that your head rested on the thin pillow inches from him. He stared into your eyes, his still-blurred vision focusing enough to show the sorrow in your eyes. “I can’t recall what life was like before the valley. And you’ve been there since day one, for the good and bad.”

“You said that to me, too. I remember.” His whisper was met with a bashful smile, and your fingers gingerly brushing along his cheek. “So it really wasn’t a dream. I…I am so sorry, Robin. I frightened you so…”

You blinked rapidly, and shook your head. “You didn’t know it would end up this badly. All I can ask is that in the future, y-you take better care of yourself. I don’t know I can survive another situation like this”

“I will.” He promised, leaning into your touch with a happy sigh. “Thank you…for looking after me. It makes me feel even more grateful that you are my wife; to think you would stay so loyally at my side, despite my own foolishness.”

“I am a pretty wonderful wife, aren’t I?” You mused, allowing the tension to ease with a spot of humor and some well deserved laughter. You kissed Frederick’s forehead, tenderly brushing the hair from his brow. “I will go and find Maribelle, so we can discuss what your recovery will look like from here. And I’m sure Chrom and Lissa have already gotten that water by now.”

Frederick could not bear to take his eyes off you, watching as you rose from your place beside him (with one more kiss for good measure), to retrieve the listed parties.

It filled his exhausted heart with such warmth and joy, to know that you loved him so deeply. That you needed him so terribly.

If he was honest with himself, he knew it would be the exact same nightmares and fears running around in his mind that you had to struggle through. Sinking back into the cot, he stared up at the ceiling, determined to prevent such a horrific experience from ever being repeated.

And, while he was at it, thinking of the perfect way to woo his dear wife’s heart back. Thankfully it would not be difficult to achieve.

#frederick #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe: awakening #fe awakening #fredrobin #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #fe-fictions #fe fictions #angst #hurt and comfort #sick prompt #sick fic #we are BACK with angst and hurt and drama #that's what it's all about folks

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moth-nana · 1 year ago

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Night time talks

Bonten!Sanzu Haruchiyo x gn!reader

Summary: Sanzu seeks shelter at the bookshop where you work from a shooting. You take a liking to him and apparently so does he.

Not proof read!

Words: 2.3k

You had gotten a new job in a bookshop. The bookshop you worked in was cute and nice but it was in an area that was not that safe for women nor anyone really. The unsafe environment was mostly connected to all the bars and clubs that were owned by different gangs around Tokyo.

You had seen your fair share of violence when you were in your teens and successfully removed yourself from all that after highschool ended and you started to study literature and arts. You were happy when you got your new job but the place had raised your concern. Even though the shop was at the outskirts of the street where there were hardly any clubs and people mostly walked past to get to all the clubs and bars. You had had some girls come in before closing to seek shelter from some creepy individuals and you had been nice enough to keep them company and escort them to the nearest bus stop.

Today was different. You had a good amount of customers and when the late evening came along you started to prepare to close after a long day and many customers. Before you knew it someone ran into the shop. He had a pink mullet and formal suit west. He jumped over the register and crouched behind it. Then you heard bullets being fired not far from your workplace.

"Fuck this." You mumbled to yourself. You were too tired to even care to hide with the stranger.

"I advise you to get down." He whispered loudly. You looked at him. Your eyes directly caught his scars on the corners of his mouth. He looked like he could be a character from a book or a tv show that you would enjoy.

"I think I'm good. I have no reason to hide." Your answer was heard but the stranger didn't care. He yanked you down to his level. You landed on your but hitting your tailbone to the floor. You whined from the pain.

"I said I was good." You snapped at him. He gave you a side eye.

"I normally don't care if someone dies but right now I have no energy to clean up any blood from my clothes." He snapped back. At that moment you glanced at his right wrist and saw a tattoo that you wished to never see, a Bonten tattoo.

You heard some shots that were not as close anymore. You started to wake up more and realize the situation you were in. Should you get up and run? That would not be a great idea. Staying and waiting seems a more stable way to go from this.

You glanced at the pink haired man who was typing something on his phone. He huffed frustratingly and looked at you.

"The shooting is going to be over soon." He said this time quietly but he didn't necessarily whisper.

"Good, I need to get home." You moved to lean on the wall on the opposite side of the counter.

"Why?" He asked you. He seemed to be bored.

"I have a cat who I don't like to leave alone for too long. He tends to destroy my stuff when I leave him home for more than eight hours." You told him and he nodded.

"Do you have any pets?" You asked to be polite and for some reason you wanted to know more about him. He seemed dangerous and compelling.

"No, I don't really have time for pets nor do I really like those furballs." He replied to my not so creative question.

“You seem like a guy who keeps a really cool snake but I guess not.” you shrugged your shoulders and he looked at you. His pupils were slightly dilated. Your guess was that he was on drugs.

“How much have you taken?” You asked without actually thinking about it more. You acted stupid with no filter from the lack of sleep that had followed you for weeks now. You were too tired to mostly care much.

“Little enough for me to have a clear head but enough for you to get into hospital.” He stated with a smirk and then added, “You want some?”

“No thank you, keep whatever you got to yourself.” you waved your hands to show that you were declining his offer that most likely was a joke. You hoped it was a joke.

“Nice, more for me then.” He was taking something from his pocket that looked like a pack of pills but you stopped his hand by grabbing it.

“I would really appreciate it, if you wouldn’t take any substances in my presence.” He gave you a stare and you stared back.

“Fine.” He snapped and took his hand away from your grip without his precious drugs. You heard another bang and then it was quite like there was nothing outside. No people, no cars, no wind, nothing.

His phone lit up and he read the message he had received. "We are good to go." He informed you and rose to his feet. You followed his lead and rose from the floor. You dusted your jeans and gave him a nod.

“Next time warn me…”

“Sanzu”

“Sanzu” You gave him a smile. His face had carried almost no emotion other than annoyance or boredom since he had run into the shop but now he looked like he was unsure of something.

He shook his head and started heading out. With a wave of his hand as to say goodbye.

“Nice tattoo!” You yelled after him just before the door closed behind him. He turned to look at you and narrowed his eyes before walking away.

“He has some beautiful eyes.”

Youfelt like you were drowning in your own work. Everyday since the shooting had been exhausting with no help from the owner. It was like they had disappeared after you asked him if he could hire someone else to work with you.

You had to manage all the new books that came in and every decision that came with it. You liked to have your freedom but having no one to ask what they thought or was something you did a good idea made you feel exhausted.

You were stoking up new manga that came in yesterday afternoon. You heard the door opening and someone walking in. You didn’t turn to look who it was since your hands were full of new volumes of one of the most liked and bought manga.

“Hi,” a greeting just beside your ear made you jump a little and drop three volumes you had in your hands to the floor. You cringed as you thought how the cover might have gotten damaged.

“Oh fuck,” You whined before greeting Sanzu. You picked the dropped mangas up and checked their quality. They were still in pretty good condition so you put them to their place.

“It’s rude to ignore your customers.” Sanzu snickered behind you as you loaded the shelves quickly.

“Sorry for doing my job. Anyway, how can I help you?” You turned to look at him. He looked to be in pretty good shape. He looked at you with a subtle smirk on his lips.

“I wanted to come and ask you to recommend a book for someone like me.”

“Seriously?” You asked him and lifted your right eyebrow up a little.

“no,” he leaned towards you, “I needed a reason to talk to you.”

“Interesting, what do you need?” You leaned your upper body a little closer to his. You could feel the building up tension between you two.

“Your name and your number would be nice.” His voice sends shivers through your skin.

“My name is (Name), but you need to put on more effort than that to get my number.” You leaned back to your original position.

“Is that so?” His lips were curved into a big grin.

“Surely it is, I would like to have you on a date after my shift is over.” You felt daring with him standing before you like that. He scanned your face with his eyes for something. A small laugh left his lips as he straightened his back.

“Then that is what we’ll do.” He gave you a wink. He turned away from you to leave.

“19.15!” you shouted after him while he was walking out again.

“See you soon!” He yelled before stepping out of the store.

You were really waiting for the closing time. Not many customers came after he left and it made your time fly by slower than before or maybe it was because you were excited. You were cleaning up the counter when you saw him. He walked in front of the shop and you greeted him with a smile and held your finger up to tell him without words that it would take a second before you would meet him outside but he came in.

“Can you wait up a few seconds?” you asked before putting all the counted money where you should before closing. He was waiting without a word next to the door of the shop. He was leaning on the window with his hands in his pockets and a smirk playing on his face. He looked really handsome.

You finished with your closing and the last thing was to lock the place up and it would be all done. You had shut all the lights and the small shop had become dark. Only light that came in was from the streetlights outside. You walked towards the door and he opened it for you and let you walk out before him. You thanked him and locked the place up.

“Where to?” you asked Sanzu while he started walking towards all the clubs. “I was thinking of taking you to one of our restaurants to eat and then we would go and enjoy a few drinks in a club.” He summarized his plan and your nose crushed up. He seemed to take notice of that and stopped walking and so did you. He seemed amused before asking, “What would you like to change about my plan?” You had to think for a while before answering him. “I would like to do something that doesn’t involve money since I can’t afford anything fancy… Also I would like to do something memorable for both of us.” He seemed taken back by your words. “Then what would you like to do?” He asked and you took his hand. “Follow me.” You started to pull him by his hand to the closest bus stop.

That night you had taken a bus with Sanzu to the closest grocery store and bought ingredients to a dish you liked very much. You had welcomed him into your apartment and let him pet your black cat, Niko, and cooked you two food.

He had enjoyed the food you made and you two had talked about anything you two had thought of.

He didn’t really tell you much about his work, but he told you about stupid shit his coworkers had said and done that had annoyed him. You told him about your studies and your boss who had just left you with the bookshop. He listened well and asked questions. You too listened to him and liked to hear him talk. In the end he left around two in the morning.

You were at awe how he acted more humane than you thought. He didn’t seem so scary after you had pulled him into the bus and partly forced him to go to the grocery shop with you. He seemed so out of place sitting at your dining table keeping you company while you cooked and after that sitting next to you on your couch.

After that night it became a habit for him to visit at your place at evening at least once a week. He seemed to be more at ease when he got to talk to you while you made food or did some studying.

He had found some paintings in your room once and had begged for you to let him keep one so he could have something to remember you by at his place.

You had one picture of him. It was a polaroid picture of him sitting on your dining table head leaning on his hand while partly falling asleep with an actual smile.

Sometimes when he came by he had blood on his hands and a wicked grin on his face. It did scare you a bit at first but after a while of him showing up like that on your doorsteps it also became a part of your reality. It wasn’t all new, you had been a part of a delinquent world before but knowing that the things he did were more than fights in a parking lot that left bruises on both parties made you feel weird. It felt like Sanzu was easing you into his world bit by bit.

“You know that I love you, right?” You asked him as he had come out of your shower with clean clothes he had brought to your place a few weeks prior.

“Oh, really?” His voice was playful as the look on his face. “Where did this come from?” He tilted his head and you shrugged. “I just wanted you to know.”

“I love you too.”

Bonus: Before he was supposed to take you on a date.

“Take them clubbing!” Ran earned a few approving nods.

“No, take them to eat in one of our restaurants or something more expensive.” Koko disagreed with Ran and sat with his hands crossing his chest.

Kakucho was shaking his head. “Ask them. By what you told us before they most likely will not like clubs.” He was ignored by most and Sanzu decided to go with both Koko’s and Ran’s ideas. But Kakucho knew better.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu x reader #bonten sanzu #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers x gn!reader

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scarrypossmscribs · 2 years ago

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Something fluffy with seth please, delivers fire tacos?

[sorry i don't know what the delivers fire tacos mean- but i can can certainly cook up some fluff for you :> (srry not srry for the pun)] cw!Yandere, cw!Stalking

Brain Freeze ~ BLD Mini-Fic

Characters belong to @hotpinkmoon !

The warm buzz of august air drifting across you, eliciting an uncomfortable sigh from your lips. The weather today was pretty unrelenting, if the layer of sweat on your skin was anything to go by. Figuring that your walk in the park was a bust- and that maybe you should probably just find some shade to relax in, you move to do just that. Planting yourself comfortably underneath the shade of a tree. While the heat wasn't completely gone- it wasn't as unbearable as before. A hum of contentment leaving you as the cool shadows worked their magic. Though- the shuffle of grass and leaves from behind the wood you rested on sparked a bit of curiosity in you. Ooh- maybe you'd get to see a cute squirrel shuffling around! Quietly shifting from your position, you take a small peak, trying your best not to startle the hidden creature. Only to lock eyes with a semi-stranger. "Uwah!?" The chestnut haired man yelped, his hair fluffing up slightly, looking as if he'd had a heart attack. Eyes unable to meet yours. Slightly amused, you couldn't help but notice his a bit...well... out of the ordinary attire. Beanie, jacket, gloved hands... no wonder he decided to seek out shelter here, he'd probably be dying in this heat if he didn't! "I- Um...H-hi?" The poor man managed to squeak out, all the courage in his body mustered up just so he could look you in the eyes. Oh.. oh! You've seen him before! He'd show up sometimes where you worked, and you'd always try to strike up friendly chats with your killer customer service smile. Well- its not like you had much of a choice... but he seemed like a nice person! Though he wasn't usually much for conversation- usually responding with stuttered out words, nods, and shy smiles. "Oh hi!" You responded eagerly. You hadn't met many people out of work...so maybe this could be a good chance? "I remember you, from my work." You add, flashing him a warm smile. "Y-you do?" The man's face seemed to flush a bit, his fingers nervously toying with each other. "Yup!" Came your warm reply, followed by a small beat of silence as the man searched for a response. "Mm... Hey- why don't we get some slushies to drink?" Seeing his flushed cheeks, and the subtle sweat sticking to his temple, you couldn't help but feel that this guy needed some relief from the heat. "Eh? S-sure?" His face morphed into confusion- and then bursting into a fluster as you helped pull him up. "Never got your name by the way! Though you probably know mine from my name tag." You looked over at him as you dusted any leaves off of you. "I- I'm Seth?" His response- worded like a question, earning a warm chuckle out of you. "Well then Seth~, drinks are on me!" You grin, taking his gloved hand back in yours, rushing off to the nearest convenience store, with him in tow.

Back at the tree, your eyes glanced from the the blue of the slushie, to the blue of Seth's eyes. Both were colors pretty- was the conclusion you came to. "U-uhm?" Oops- you got caught. Seth's eyes glanced away, already overwhelmed from just a little bit of staring. "Sorry- I just thought it was kinda funny- your eyes kinda matching the slushie you're drinking, I mean." "A-ah? Oh.. s-sorry?" He didn't seem to know how to respond to that, safely opting to apologize instead. Ugh- that made your heart melt a bit... and not in the good way. Your energetic tone calms a bit, "You don't have anything to apologize for?" The words leave his heart stuttering uncontrollably in his chest. His eyes losing confidence, and flickering away like a startled butterfly. He sips on the cool drink once again, hoping it douses the fluttery feelings in his stomach, so he doesn't... mess anything up. "Your eyes are a really pretty blue, though." "Hck?!"

The comment has him choking on the slush- the chill or maybe your words- freezing his brain. He hopes his downward gaze shields you from seeing the undeniably obvious blush covering his face. Gahhh he was such a mess. "Ah? Seth are you alright? Brain freeze?" Your kind words only sending more heat rushing to his cheeks. "N-no.. I mean- yes..." He was thankful for the brain freeze in that moment, unable to deny the overpoweringly soft feelings that flooded him as you gave him a loving, worried gaze. Y-You did love him right? You spent the day hanging out with him after all...

Yes... he was sure of it. You loved him. That thought washed over him, enveloping his body in it's cool embrace. His insides feeling as mushy as the cold slushy he held looked. He would do anything...anything to prove that he was worthy of the love you had just blessed him with.

#possum scribs #BloodLust Devotion #bloodlustdevotion #cw yandere #cw stalking #yandere x reader #yandere x you #male yandere x reader #yandere fluff #if i need to add any more tags please tell me!

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goops-art · 1 year ago

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FNAF AUS!!!

Greetings heres a quick guide and summary for all fnaf aus i got:

• Loose screws and bad coping mechanisms [regular au]:

DAxreader, the story is around a kind of enemies to friends to maybe somenthing more.

Everything beggan with a sleep deprived reader, and a machine runing on his last nerves, they fight and argue with eachother never trully understanding their perspectives, until maybe one day they do, but before that multiple things and shenanigans must happend, and also inminent danger lurks below the surface

Tagg: loose screws

•Tales of the aquaplex [mermaid au & eventual reader]:

Life always works in mysterious ways.

But nothing could have prepared anyone for what was next to come.

In a turn of events and a series of mysteries and murderers, Gregory finds their way into one of the most renowned aquarium waterparks, seeking a temporary shelter to stay in while the danger passes on the streets. Unfortunately, the wet attraction becomes a hunting playground in which he's the main target. Luckily for him, a bored Seal-Bunny, done with the routine and the tediousness of life inside the aquarium may offer a helping paw to rely on.

Come and join, as multiple stories and lives are changed as a chain of events falls like dominoes at the introduction of an orphan, where lost links and untold stories surface to attempt to find a resolution, where forgiveness and hope may thrive or get annihilated, as everyone fights to their happy ending.

Tagg: aquaplex

•Aiming for the stars [mecha au]:

It was never an eassy jot yet still you did it without fail, our lovely story beggans with a hard working y/n hopping from world to world never staying too long, their current job is on the great wall that would hopefully keep the monsters and the plague that torments the planets at bay, or well thats what the blueprints safe, it hasnt happend to this planet yet but soon it will come, theres no safety guidelines and osha would be crying at this but a little bit of comradery makes it go well, things where going like normal, until one day they trown off the wall in a crazy accident and end up rumaging trought the wilderness that rare and few ventured in, discovering a secret and a ticket to adventure where will shoot to the stars

Tagg: mecha au

• Twisting spells [howls moving castle au]:

A reteling of the howls moving castle with a couple of spins and extra details here and there, will be based mainly on the book than the movie but crossreferencing of material will happend!

But escentially reader hatter, is the older sister of 3, but at being the eldest her future has been already fortold to be the one who would eventually inherit the hat shop, while her other two younger may be able to seek their fortune and a good life, she cant complain but sometimes she wished she could chase her own freedom, but that is not somenthing for the eldest to have, or can she?

Tagg: howls au

• Castle of lies [treasure plannet au]:

A y/n on the run, is attempting to get back to their cosmic pirate crew because if they dont theyll be promply executed by multiple felonies of piracy, on the mean time two fleeing robots seek refuge in to the nearest vessel they can get themselves to, choosing to shed their old lifes as entretainers for an actual life, the twins hide away in a ship hoping that the crew wont see them until the next port.

Tagg: <tbd>

Unfortunatelly fate dosnt work that way and as such, the epic journey of 3 souls beggan all while is dangling in a massive colums of lies, as long as no body discovers somenthing that they shouldnt know a calm trip is guaranteed. Shame things never happend like that.

Other aus that are just crack or a silly thing:

The cats one (xx), the dating sim one (xx) and the horror plex one *gore and sensible content beware* (xx)

#wip #fnaf aus #still working on this and info may change on the next days

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theteasetwrites · 3 years ago

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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 2: Destroying Angel

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 1 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mild swearing, scary situation, Merle being creepy, mild violence, typical TWD ❧ Word Count: 2.6k

❧ In This Chapter: A foray into the woods for mushrooms turns deadly, but a mysterious man with a crossbow comes to your rescue, not unlike Robin Hood. The man isn't alone, though, and his brother seeks to know just where you came from.

❧ A/N: This chapter introduces the lovely Daryl Dixon (and the insufferable Merle Dixon). I also researched a bit about poisonous berries and mushrooms for this chapter, something I've never really looked into before. You learn something new everyday!

It had been six days since the explosions, and in that time your group had gotten significantly bigger.

Dale was the first person to find his way to the quarry. You and him both had the idea of heading that way. Apparently he was also familiar with the site and had frequently camped there. You liked him a lot, he reminded you a bit of your dad. He also brought an RV with him which provided some shelter from the elements.

Others began to trickle in one by one. A younger man named Glenn; a woman named Jacqui; a man named T-Dog; a woman named Andrea and her younger sister Amy; a man named Jim; and a man named Morales and his family had all somehow landed at the quarry.

There was a handful of other people in the general area, but the camp seemed to be mostly concentrated around yourself and the others you had grown close to in the last six days.

You, Shane, Andrea, and Glenn had gone to the nearest town to find useful supplies. What hadn’t been ransacked during the panic was sufficient to keep the group alive for now, but a bigger run into the city would have to be planned out sooner or later.

You were lucky enough to snatch your own tent and cot, as well as a hunting knife and some more outdoorsy clothing. After all, the ankle-length dress you arrived in probably wouldn’t be the most practical outfit in an apocalyptic situation. That was one thing you hadn’t really thought about during your panic-pack.

In terms of the disease, it was safe to say that things had gone from bad to worse. The wandering infected, whom Glenn had affectionately nicknamed “geeks,” had been seen staggering around the surrounding woods. It was agreed upon that all geeks were to be killed on sight since they wouldn’t hesitate to take a bite out of one of you. Your group was still able to tune into radio broadcasts, but they weren’t particularly helpful. However, they did confirm your suspicions that those who were bit did actually come back to life. So you weren’t just losing your mind, which was only a small comfort to you.

Despite the overall situation, you considered yourself pretty lucky to have fallen in with such helpful people. Nevertheless, you found yourself dissatisfied with Shane. He fancied himself the leader of the group, and you wouldn’t mind so much if he weren’t so cocky. Plus you were always a good judge of character, and something about him didn’t sit right with you.

By the sixth day you had found a few chores to keep your mind off Shane’s slightly questionable leadership. You and Amy had developed a daily routine of collecting berries, mushrooms, and whatever else you could get your hands on in the forest. Amy was quite a bit younger than you by at least five years but you found yourself getting along with her well. She reminded you of yourself when you were in your early twenties.

“Hey, check these out,” Amy called out to you as she approached with a cluster of blueberry-like berries in her hand, “Think they’re edible?”

You took a cursory look at the purple fruit, then thumbed open the guide to wild berries, nuts, and mushrooms you had “borrowed” from the camping store you had rummaged through a few days earlier. You didn’t know the first thing about foraging, but your life philosophy had always been “there’s probably a book about it.”

“Let’s see,” you muttered, turning the pages meticulously while you examined the berries, “They look like… pokeweed berries. It says here they can cause headaches, nausea, vomiting, extreme dia—”

“Okay, so not edible,” Amy quipped, tossing the bunch of berries behind her in defeat.

You closed your book with a tilt of your head and an exasperated sigh. “Hey, I’m sure we’ll find something.” You rested a comforting hand on the younger girl’s shoulder as she gave you the best smile she could.

Truth be told, the food situation was not great. Fortunately, Dale had brought some fishing gear but no one had any luck in the quarry so far. Ed had some M.R.E.s in his survival kit but they were down to their last box. Plus Ed was pretty stingy with them as it was.

No one in the group was a hunter or trapper. You yourself were a vegetarian and didn’t have much to offer in that department. It seemed that for now you’d have to resort to scavenging until someone found some hunting gear on the next run, but even that was risky with the dead walking around in seemingly greater numbers everyday and very few means of self-defense.

Amy stretched her arms as she looked around at the surrounding woods. “I think I’m gonna head back, Andrea’s gonna have a cow if I’m out too long.”

You nodded and slung your backpack onto your shoulder. “You go ahead, I’m gonna keep looking around. I swear I saw some mushrooms around here the other day.”

“Shane’ll freak out if I come back without you. Buddy system and all that,” she gestured her hands, mimicking Shane.

“Yeah, well Shane’s an asshole."

Amy rolled her eyes and smiled, grabbing her empty basket and starting towards camp. “Just be careful. Don’t get yourself killed over mushrooms.”

You knew it was not the best idea to be out in the woods alone, but the group needed food and you were intent on making yourself useful with the few practical skills you had. Although you didn't know how to forage, the least you could do is try.

As you made your way deeper into the forest, the sun began to make its way towards the west with the last of its gold flakes caressing the dainty silhouettes of the leaves on the beech trees. Time had gotten away from you as you kept looking for those damn mushrooms. Surely you were now much too far away from the camp.

You stopped to rest on a fallen log, wondering how you got this far without finding anything edible.

You gazed up at the intermingling branches giving texture to the increasingly dark blue sky. Evening was encroaching upon you much sooner than you had anticipated.

Bringing your gaze back down to earth, you found your Holy Grail: those goddamn mushrooms!

Practically lunging yourself off the log, you kneeled down next to the pretty white fungi. If you were being honest, you didn’t even like mushrooms, but the beautiful, pearly growths standing proud at the base of an ancient tree were enough to change your mind (that and the incessant growling coming from your stomach).

Reaching behind for your pack, you procured your handy field guide and began eagerly flipping through the dusty pages.

Your eyes darted between the cluster of alabaster and the images in the book, trying desperately to find a match. It was as if, in this moment, the only thing that mattered was those mushrooms.

Your mind was so preoccupied that you couldn’t even hear the crushing of dead leaves underfoot coming from behind you. Your eyes lifted slightly from your coveted mushrooms as you finally unsheathed your hunting knife from its cradle attached to your belt, but by then it was too late.

You spun yourself around only to be trampled on by a particularly hungry looking geek. By some sick twist of fate, your knife had slipped out of your hands in the chaos and landed a few feet away, too far to reach considering this geek had its entire body weight draping over you.

You pushed the geek’s face away from you, one hand on its forehead and the other on its rotting chest.

“Oh, god!” you yelped in panic.

This is it. This is how I die. Picking mushrooms. I don’t even like the little bastards.

All thoughts ceased as an arrow zipped through the air and lodged itself deep into the corpse’s skull. You sighed in relief, until the now completely lifeless body collapsed onto you.

“Ugh!” you pushed the thing off and away from you, checking yourself for bites all the while.

Hearing another rustling of leaves, your head bolted to attention as you laid eyes on a man, a live one, brandishing a crossbow.

He was wearing a tattered sleeveless shirt and jeans. His weatherworn skin was coated in dirt and blood, but you could still make out the sapphire of his eyes, which were narrowed at you as you began picking up your things, still in shock but not wanting to stay here longer than you needed to.

“Um… thanks,” you mumbled, subconsciously fixing your disheveled hair.

The bowman approached you and rather unceremoniously tore the arrow from the decaying bone in which it had nestled.

“Don’ mention it,” he looked down at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t quite pinpoint. Annoyance? Confidence? Pity? He was difficult to read, but somehow you knew his intentions weren’t bad. Hell, he saved you from a geek. That’s got to count for something. Or maybe you were just naïve.

“Well, looky here!” a booming voice came from behind the archer.

A taller, older man in equally as dirty clothes wielding a shotgun approached, resting a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and flashing a smile that made you uneasy.

“Looks like we got ourselves a little doe-eyed bambi,” he looked you up and down lasciviously whilst licking his thin, dried lips, “Where’d you come from, darlin’?”

You quickly stood up to your full height, trying your best to maintain some sort of composure despite the jitters running through your body as you stood alone in the woods with two much stronger looking men whose intentions weren’t entirely clear.

You cleared your throat. “Um, I don’t come from anywhere,” you lied, “I just came out looking for mushrooms and things.” You weren’t sure if you could trust these men enough to tell them about your camp.

“Mushrooms n’ things?” the younger man echoed, eying you suspiciously.

“Yeah, I just love the darn things,” you lied, again, gesturing to the cluster of white mushrooms next to your feet.

The older man scoffed, “Well, you gotta come from somewheres. You got a camp around here, girl?” He stepped closer to you and watched as you zipped up your pack and threw it on your back.

Shit. You’ve always been bad at lying. How were you supposed to talk your way out of this one? It wasn’t like you could just run, these guys had long range weapons. Wait…

Your eyes widened as you focused on the bulky crossbow slung across the archer’s chest. Trailing to his shoulder, you eyed a string of dead squirrels dangling there haphazardly, tied by their fluffy tails.

They’re hunters.

At least the bowman was. That was what the camp needed more than anything — someone who could navigate the woods and bring back some hearty meat. Maybe he could teach others to hunt too. Sure, you just met the guy, and you didn’t like the looks his brother was giving you, but they seemed mostly harmless.

You went over the consequences in your head: living with two rednecks who could hunt and fight or starving to death? The former seemed the better option for surviving.

“You guys can hunt?”

The archer scoffed. “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Hey, that ain’t no way to talk to a lady, Daryl,” the older brother chided and turned his gaze to you, “‘specially not one as pretty as you.”

Great, you thought, one’s an asshole and the other one’s a creep.

“We hunt,” the man called Daryl nodded to you, “Sure as hell don’t hunt no mushrooms neither.”

You couldn’t help but smile a little. This could be a tremendous help to the group’s chances of survival.

“If I take you guys to my camp,” you ventured, “will you help us? We need food and none of us know how to hunt. We don’t have a lot of weapons either.”

“Can’t ya teach yourselves? It ain’t rocket science, woman,” Daryl spat. You couldn’t help but be a little hurt by the vitriol of his words. It stung even though you didn’t know the man.

“Now hold on a minute, baby brother. Maybe we can help these people, but what’s in it for us?”

You thought for a moment. Why should they help you?

“A place to stay, a group to watch your back, human interaction…” you trailed off as you couldn’t think of any other reasons.

“We also have checkers,” you shrugged, and the two men just looked at you like you were crazy.

After a few too many seconds of awkward silence, the older brother let out a vociferous laugh that you were sure would attract every walker in the vicinity.

“Oh, man! You hear that, Daryl? They got checkers!” he hollered.

The younger man just kept looking at you, chewing his bottom lip as he crossed his arms against his broad chest.

“Tell ya what, sugar,” he approached you slowly, never taking his eyes off you, “you take us to this camp of yours and we’ll stay and help if we like what we see,” he was now so close to your face that you could smell the cigarettes on his breathe. “But considering we damn near saved your life, I’d say you owe us a little bit more.”

“Shut up, Merle!” Daryl pulled him away.

Of course his name is Merle.

Daryl looked back at you, “Jus’ take us to your camp.”

“Fine,” you quickly plucked some of the mushrooms and delicately placed them in your basket, “but please don’t make me regret this.”

There was a vulnerability in your voice. You didn’t want this to be a mistake. You needed it not to be a mistake. There was no room for error these days.

“Lead the way, sweetheart,” Merle drawled.

“My name’s (Y/N). I’d prefer if you called me that,” you replied as the three of you began walking towards the camp.

“Okay, okay,” the man held his hands up in defense, “Merle, and that there’s Daryl.”

You looked to the silent archer. He didn’t talk as much as his brother, so that was a relief. He might not be very nice but at least he wouldn’t grate your ears with constant remarks.

As the three of you trudged through the increasingly dark forest, you looked down into your basket at the mushrooms you had picked. Your thumb traced over the soft curves as you admired the delicate ivory cap. You would be sure to identify it later, but for now you marveled at its undeniable beauty.

“Destroying angel,” a gruff, yet somehow soft, voice intruded on your thoughtless thoughts.

“What?” you turned towards the archer.

“Those ‘shrooms, they’re called destroying angel. Eat ‘em and you’ll shit yourself to death.”

“Oh.”

Great. Almost got killed for the damn things and they’re poisonous.

“Thanks for the tip,” you smiled.

Daryl simply grunted, looking down at his feet as they moved across the forest floor. “Ain’t nothing.”

You might get an earful from Shane when you get back to camp with two seemingly unstable rednecks you found in the forest, but at least they seemed to know what they were doing out there.

In any case, Daryl wasn’t so bad. A little rough around the edges, but not so bad.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 3 years ago

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Could I request a scenario between Slenderman and an S/O who is deathly afraid of thunderstorms. Like, curl up into an unresponsive, shaking ball, balling their eyes out in a corner, covering their ears afraid.

Like maybe he is looking for them but can't find them, then he does...

I am gonna stop typing so this does not end up too detailed :'D

- 🐺

This just turned into a big long comforting Slender ramble so I hope you enjoy it

Slender is used to helping out with those that can't handle thunderstorms, after all, EJ is quite terrified of them as well, hiding away and seeking shelter in quiet places to avoid them, so Slender can understand the sentiment behind all of it. However, Slender wasn't expecting you to just up and disappear after the first crack of thunder rang through the air, and it had him incredibly worried and panicked.

What if you were stuck somewhere? What if you were too scared? What if something ended up happening to you, and he wouldn't be able to get to you? Slender works his way quickly and efficiently through the mansion in an effort to find you. He ends up using his powers, tracking you down through that and finding you in your room, curled up into a ball in your closet. His heart tugs uncomfortably at the sight of you, wound up so tight, shaking with tears streaming down your face, cries slipping out of you. It's almost too much for him to handle.

"You'll be alright, my dear." His tone is soft and comforting, lilted with a comforting sort of magic only he has, allowing you to relax a bit more.

He scoops you up into his arms, rising up and teleporting off with you, allowing you to snuggle into him and clutch onto him as you go, comfortingly nuzzling his head into you. The two of you end up on one of the lower floors of the mansion Underground, inside Slender's vault, the room he keeps all items of extreme importance and high classification, and the room he had comforting areas for you to rest in during times like this. The vault was an entire room in itself, and thick enough are far enough below ground to silence any booming sounds overhead.

"You're safe with me, darling. Nothing can hurt you here. I won't allow it." He soothes you, resting with you in a small pile of blankets. You sniffle in response, clinging to him, and he grabs the nearest blanket, wrapping it around you before pulling you back into his chest.

He knows this is hard for you, that your reactions are out of your control, and so he does whatever he can to be a comforting presence for you, to help you feel more at peace, more relaxed, and more comforted while suffering through this. With the current lack of thunder sounding around you, you were already beginning to calm down, and so he kept coaxing you. He would stroke along your back and through your hair as he held you, and he would tell you stories, distracting ones of his past and all the things he's experienced to occupy your mind.

Eventually, you'll calm down and recenter yourself again. The storm outside will cease, and you'll be alright to go back upstairs, to return back to your life and resume your days. For now, however, Slender was perfectly content to put everything on hold, just so he could be there for you, make sure you're alright, make sure you know just how loved and safe you are with him.

There are days like today, however, where he tells you so many stories, one that gets long and boring and far too intricate, and his deep, soothing voice lulls you into sleep. You snuggle into him like you are now, breaths coming out of you slow and even, your hands still weakly gripping onto him, and he'll chuckle lightly, patting your head gently and simply laying with you for a while. It's not often he gets to spend time with you, and so, regardless of the situation, he'd do whatever he could to be around you. After all, he loved you more than anything, and he'd do whatever it took to make sure you knew that, to make sure you have everything you need.

As the storm continues raging on overhead, Slender even finds himself growing a bit sleepy, and with you in your current state, decides... Today is a day for rest, and so, the two of you lay like that for a while, sleeping away the storm, and resting in each other's embrace.

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shoichee · 4 years ago

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how would atsushi, akashi and aomine react to haizaki threatening/hitting on their s/o?? (cue that one scene where he was literally taking on himuro, kagami, kise, and alex all at once 😡... basically that, but with their s/o)

ANON…. THOSE 3???? LONG STORY SHORT…. HAIZAKI EXPERIENCES DEATH (OR AT LEAST NEAR-DEATH) 3 SEPARATE TIMES…… BUT HERE’S THE “LONG STORY” THROUGH THESE HCs

TW: attempt of physical assault, unwanted advancements… asshole Haizaki? cut under this to keep y’all safe JUST IN CASE

[Headcanons]

Aomine Daiki

you went out to look for Aomine after noticing how he hasn’t come back to his seat for too long

this was shortly after Kaijō defeated Fukuda Sōgō, and it was currently intermission before the next match rolled in

your face was met with crisp air as your eyes adjusted to the dark, scanning for any sign of your boyfriend

upon seeing no one, you decided to walk around the perimeter, just in case Aomine decided to nap for a quick moment on a whim and forgot to tell you

maybe you shouldn’t have walked out alone and in the dark of night, but you figured that in such a public event in a public area, you didn’t think anyone had the balls to start anything fishy around the stadium

oh how you were so wrong

you unfortunately bumped into Haizaki right when he was slowly strolling with his basketball shoes over his shoulder, and you immediately stopped in place, praying that he would walk past by you or perhaps not even see you

you knew that he wasn’t good news based from what Aomine told you and from watching that unpleasant game… he was bad, bad news

why did you think he wasn’t gonna see you? his senses are as sharp as a falcon, scrutinizing you before he realizes your identity

“Oh? Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here… all alone?”

“I, um, I was looking for someone, but I realized it’s been getting a little too late… I think they returned back to the stadium, so that’s where I’m heading…”

your voice slowly diminishes to a soft whisper by the end, but judging from his widened eyes from glee, you knew he wasn’t going to walk past by you after this

“That so?” he drawls, licking his thumb. “The stadium ya say?”

something about his gaze turned sharp and dangerous, “the stadium” triggering unadulterated rage and frustration from the game and from his encounter with Aomine

“I… I really gotta leave,” you say in a hurry, quickly backing up. “Th-They’re impatient, so—”

“Huh?” he mocks, leaning closer to you. “I’m kinda of an impatient guy myself, yeah?” but upon even closer inspection, he realizes that he’s seen you somewhere very recently

“Hm?” he muses lowly. “Weren’t ya sitting with Daiki that game?” when you don't answer out of fear, his eyes merely shine with excitement… “Ohhhh… is that how it is?”

. . .

Aomine returns back to his seat after settling a score with Haizaki outside the stadium, but immediately becomes confused when he sees your seat empty

Sakurai immediately apologizes and quickly informs him that you went out to look for him, and Aomine immediately dashes back out… after all, who knows if you got lost in the dark or if you kept being persistent in looking for him?

imagine his visible distress when he sees Haizaki putting an arm around your shoulder while still holding his shoes and you looking absolutely fearful because you knew what he was capable of

this was a very rare moment where Aomine was not so calm and collected

but he tries to, especially when he knows that Haizaki probably relishes in the fact of “getting revenge” for that punch earlier (and probably realized the connection between you and Aomine to do so)

“Hey, asshat,” he calls out, grabbing Haizaki’s attention away from you, but Aomine notices him pulling you slightly closer to his body. “The fuck you think you’re doing with (y/n)?”

“Hehh? So (y/n)’s your name?” Haizaki merely pays attention to you, completely ignoring Aomine

“Back off,” he says lowly, almost to a growl. “I won’t be holding myself back to just a punch this time if you do anything else.”

at his hardened glare, Haizaki does a gleeful mock-surprise expression before putting his arm off of you and says: “Whoaaa there, Daiki. Never pegged you as that typa guy.”

he licks his thumb before walking away casually without a care in the world before calling out, “It ain’t fun here anymore, I’m bouncin’ out.”

by the time he leaves Aomine’s field of vision, he finally releases a pent-up sigh before calling out your name:

“... Come’ere… he didn’t do anythin’ to you right? Sheesh, I leave you alone for one second—alright, alright I guess it was more than a second… fine, it was several minutes… look, I’m sorry… okay, okay quit lecturing me… more importantly, promise me you don’t go out alone like that. It’s dangerous out there, y’know.”

when you finally ask about what he meant by his threat to Haizaki, he smugly replies, “Aw, that? I gave him a hard sock earlier. Went down pretty easily.”

Murasakibara Atsushi

it’s quite rare that Murasakibara would agree to going to Tokyo temporarily over break, let alone leave his house, but here you two are, resting on the park benches in Tokyo

shortly after, you went to the nearest arcade hall, begging and tugging him along with you to try the strength test for the jackpot prize (totally using his physique to nab home prizes and merch LOL)

he only agreed because you looked way too excited for him to turn the plan down

he still enjoyed himself, if he was being honest; it’s just you, him, his snacks, and some games you both are playing together

Murasakibara notices that the arcade also has a mini food court to the side, and he immediately pouts at you to let him go tasting galore on a food binge

and you laugh, telling him to “hurry up” to tease him and letting him know that you were staying here to try to earn more points to exchange for rewards at the end

you entered a coin into the slot and hummed before seeing a START screen, but as soon as it went black into a loading screen you saw someone’s reflection on it

Haizaki was right behind you

“Whaddya know? Would ya look at that?” he says, hands in his pockets while sneering. “If it isn’t (y/n).”

you merely pretended that you didn’t hear him, considering that the arcade was pretty crowded and noisy, and went on to playing the game in front of you

you hoped that by the time you were done with the round, he’d be gone, but his reflection was very much still there on the arcade machine screen, depicting his laid-back posture against the back of another arcade machine, watching you with complete amusement

after spending all the available coins on hand and still sensing him behind you, you promptly turned to your left to head for the coin machine and acted completely casual, but before you got too far ahead, Haizaki easily blocks your path with an outstretched arm, the hand against the arcade machine

“Whoaaa,” he drawls. “That’s pretty fucked up for you to ignore me like that.”

“... You’re blocking the way, so can you please kindly let me pass?” you flatly say, not bothering to look at his face

“What’s with the cold shoulder?” He tilts his head with a crazed look in his eyes that spelled unpredictability. “I just came and stopped by to say hello to an old friend from Teiko. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“Look,” you sigh. “You’re in the way, and I wish to spend my time here left alone. No, I’m not interested in small talk. No, I’m not in the mood for a bite with you. No, I don’t want to give you my number. Did I address everything?” you finally turned your face to look at Haizaki, but his face contorts to one of a dangerous beast

“Good, good…” he slowly says. “You haven’t changed one bit, haven’t ya? I was wonderin’ where that feisty side of yours went.”

perhaps you shouldn’t have spoken up after all; it only riled him up more

before you can formulate any further thoughts, he grabs your chin and directed it towards him, and you immediately froze up

you tried to dart your eyes around you if anyone noticed, but no one seems to pay attention

“What’s the matter?” he asks. “Cat got ya tongue?” when he looks to where your gaze was at, he chuckles before drawing closer to your face. “No one’s gonna help… not when they think we’re a little thing…”

but he instantly feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Haizaki turns around, ready to cuss the perpetrator out, but his eyes widen when he sees a furious Murasakibara

a giant with a very, very hostile aura… even nearby crowds dispersed out of fear for their safety

“Hands off of (y/n)-chin, pest.”

“Oho?” Haizaki releases your face and completely turns around to face him. “Well if it isn’t Atsushi… been a while hasn’t it?” he brings up a hand in a shrugging motion. “While I’d love to chat, I’m busy. Scram.”

“Touch (y/n)-chin again, and I’ll break all of your fingers.”

“Huh?” Haizaki licks his right thumb. “What’s up with ya? It’s non’ya business.”

you took this as an opportunity to run to Murasakibara’s side and seek shelter behind his back, which Haizaki raises a defiant brow

“Hmmm?” he smiles a slow smirk. “Was I really such bad company, (y/n)?”

his smile was completely wiped when he sees Murasakibara’s outstretched hand towards his head, and he deftly dodges his grasp before he walks off with a scoff

“I’m gonna crush him—”

“W-Wait! Just leave him be…” you held onto his torso in a full-attempt to stop him from going too far, and after a few moments, he relaxes with body and finally turns to face you

he doesn’t say anything but darts his eyes all over your figure to make sure there weren’t any injuries on you

he gently holds your hand before he tugs you to follow him to the food court

“Murasakibara…?”

“... You won’t be separated from me if we hold hands, (y/n)-chin.”

“I’m fine, you know.”

he doesn’t say anything more, and when you both settled into your table with your orders, he’s constantly staring at you and giving nonverbal cues that he wants to do PDA with you

becomes very protective and affectionate of you for the rest of the trip

grows very quiet and deep in thought until you reassure him that you were okay because of him stepping in to save you

Akashi Seijuro

it’d be extremely rare for you to ever bump into Haizaki, especially when the only chance you can see him is during the annual Winter Cup

Winter Cup arrives once again with the GoMs being 2nd years this time, and Akashi is still the same Oreshi ever since last Winter Cup

Haizaki definitely had seen you walking with Akashi very closely before the opening ceremony started, and it gave him ideas on how to “get back” against Akashi without directly confronting him

he was gonna mess with you

even after all those years, he still has that grudge against Akashi; the fact that he is one of the few people who has that power over him irritates him to no end

even when Akashi told Haizaki to quit long ago to help him save face, his pride was still heavily bruised

when he was sure Akashi wasn’t with you, he approached you while you were waiting outside the stadium

. . .

Akashi exits out of the locker rooms and carries his duffel bag before he heads to the entrance to greet you, excited in reuniting with you to talk about today’s games and your opinion on Rakuzan’s performance… that is, until what he saw made him beyond furious

“O-Ow…!”

“If ya want someone to blame for,” Haizaki sneers. “Ya can thank Akashi for messin’ with me, yeah? Don’t take it too hard babe, but I’m just returnin’ the favor… by proxy.”

Akashi strides over to the two of you with the intensity of death that would even surprise Bokushi himself

“Haizaki.”

at the sound of his eerily calm voice, Haizaki turns over to Akashi, and his glee is immediately wiped off his face and replaced with one of anger… and hidden fear

he suddenly drops you from his chokehold, and as you hit the ground, coughing to intake air, he turns to Akashi with a vengeful look

after a suffocating staredown between the two, Haizaki tuts and turns to leave in unspoken defeat, knowing full well the consequences from defying against Akashi; it’s something he never did in Teiko and certainly not something he would risk doing now

Akashi immediately drops his cold facade and rushes over to your side, rubbing your back and examining the slight bruises on your neck

his HIGHEST priority at that very moment was your safety, and he decided to take you to a doctor and then to your home, opting to cancelling/rescheduling any plans for today despite your objections

all the while, he coos softly at you and touches you with such care and gentleness that you managed to calm your heartbeat from that sudden attempt of assault

as soon as he feels like you’re safe, mentally and physically (and probably in a safe environment with either a GoM or at your own home), he reveals his true emotions on his face regarding the incident for the first time when he’s alone

being super considerate about your current mental state, he didn’t want to potentially scare you even more with his anger and much more negative emotions

for the first time, he allows his darker thoughts to simmer and stir… it’s one of those rare times where he wishes that Bokushi still existed within him

he eventually finds time to pay a visit to Fukuda Sōgō… to make nice… threats conversation

if you somehow figured out that he was going to do that, only when you convinced him is when he’ll decide to back down

but that’s only IF you figured out about how Akashi really felt about this…

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sinner-as-saint · 4 years ago

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‘Till We Bleed Out - 1.

Vampire!bucky x reader AU

Part 1 of this series.

Run-through: Your car breaks down on a deserted road on a rainy night. You have no other option but to seek shelter from the nearest house you could find; the mansion, which happened to be the talk of the town for its mysteriousness along with its equally mysterious owner, Mr. Barnes. The universe can be tricky sometimes but the fact that you found yourself at that mansion’s doorstep at that time was no simple coincidence. That one night changes everything forever - quite literally. True love, past lives and creatures from folklore; turns out it’s all real.

Themes throughout the series: vampire!bucky, fluff, smut, angst

You knocked on the large wooden door and took a step back, hands shaking with how nervous you were.

You were quite far from your neighborhood, and none of your friends were in town currently. So really so there was no one who could come pick you up. Plus, the thunderstorm was making things worse. Your car had broken down for no reason while you were heading back home. And you drove down this road often, to get to the other side of the town and you always, always admired this mansion - at the doorstep of which you found yourself at the moment.

The mansion was renowned for its unusualness. It was the largest property around so definitely whoever owns it must be extremely well-off. Another reason why it was so talked about is because no one personally knew the man who owned it. People saw him once in a while, some claimed to have seen him at the library, or at the museum or at the coffee shops. He had no friends apparently, always seen alone. No one knew of his occupation, or how he was able to afford and maintain this large estate.

Most people said he was stand-offish, or mean, or rude or arrogant. Well, whatever he was, you were about to find out in a few seconds given that you were now knocking at his front door. What if he doesn’t agree to help? Or worse, what if he’s a creepy weirdo who-

Your thoughts were cut short as the door flew open. And the man revealed himself. Your gaze locked with his and for a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped. Blue eyes. The bluest you had ever seen. Magnetic, mesmerizing. Strong jaw, broad shoulders - the man was a dream.

I finally found you…

For some reasons those words echoed in your head, and you felt a pressing need to say them out loud. You had to force yourself out of whatever trance you were under and come back to reality.

You cleared your throat. “Hello Mr. Barnes. I apologize for-,”

He cut you off, abruptly. “Come on in.” he spoke with a warm smile and opened the door wider. And you found yourself under his spell just by the sound of his voice, again.

“But Mr. Barnes you didn’t even let me-,” you realized it would be much better if you told him why you were here in the first place, you would hate to impose.

He gave you another smile as he waited for you to enter his home, closing the door behind you. “You’re a long way from home, I figured that the only reason why you would be here at this time is because you need shelter from the terrible weather, or maybe your car broke down.” He gave you a soft look, “So which is it?”

You looked down at your shoes now drenched by the rain, sheepishly answering, “Both actually.” You looked back up at him and finally took all of him in. You had to admit, he was just as they described him; very, very handsome.

Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. He looked like he was crafted by the gods above. His soft sweater gave him a very warm look, but his eyes - icy blue, they reminded you of glaciers and mountain tops, and snowstorms. He was the kind of man one could spend hours looking at. And the more you looked at him, the more details you picked up on. For instance, how perfect his nose was. Or how well he carried himself, or just how mature and wise his facial hair made him look. He was… oddly familiar. Maybe you had seen him at the library or something before.

He must've caught you checking him out judging by the smirk he gave you. You cleared your throat again, looking everywhere else but right at him. “I promise I’ll be gone by morning, Mr. Barnes.”

He took a step forward and you froze in place. “Please, call me Bucky. And you can stay for as long as you need too, there’s no way I’m letting you leave until this terrible storm passes.” And just as he said that, you heard the thunder roar right above you.

“Thank you.” you replied with a shy smile. Normally, whenever you came face to face with men this handsome, you’d turn into a nervous mess. But Bucky had a sense of familiarity with him. Warmth, comfort; you couldn’t explain it. “You have a lovely home.” you commented.

Bucky looked right at you with a look in his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher. Longing? Sadness? Or was it just you who was overthinking? “Thank you.” he stared at you for a few more seconds before rushing over to the coat hangers and grabbed one, holding it open for you. “I’m sorry, it seems I forgot how to be a good host. We don’t get many visitors.”

You happily accepted the coat and turned back around to smile at him. “I think you’re doing perfectly alright.”

He smiled and opened his mouth to say something but another voice beat him to it. “Who is it? I heard someone come in. Is it-,”

The woman with brown hair and a white apron, who suddenly emerged from one of the hallways, stopped talking the moment she saw you. Her lips parted in surprise and you could’ve sworn you heard her gasp. You assumed it was because of the odd time you showed up.

“Oh…” she seemed surprised. “Hello miss...” her eyes searched for Bucky and the moment she found him, her eyes widened again.

Bucky spoke up. “Wanda, this is Y/N. She will be spending the night here. Could you prepare the guestroom for her please?”

The woman, Wanda, smiled brightly and you wondered how she had this much energy at this time of the night. “Of course! Right away.” And with that, she left. Leaving you and Bucky alone again. You turned to face him again.

“That was my housekeeper, Wanda. Her and her husband take care of the house.” He explained, and you nodded.

“She seemed a little surprised upon seeing me. I didn’t mean to disturb your household at such a time, I’m-”

He cut you off again, stepping closer and gently placing his cold hands on your shoulder. You shivered a little and he didn’t seem to notice. “Y/N, listen to me. You don’t have to apologize, you didn’t disturb anyone, okay?”

His piercing blue eyes were making it hard for you to focus on what he was saying but you grasped whatever you could and nodded in understanding. “Okay.” You tried hard not to, but you couldn’t help but be all bothered by his simple touch. His very presence screamed power, in a good way. You felt safe.

“Good. Now come on, you could use some rest.” He held your hand in his gently, and led you up the grand stairs. He took your hand in his with such ease almost like he had done so a thousand times before, and you let him.

You took in more and more of the house as you moved upstairs. It was the right mixture between modern and vintage. Parts of the house looked like it belonged in one of the home décor magazines you were currently obsessed with, while others seemed like they were pieces of ancient manors. It was unusually, hauntingly beautiful.

Once you entered the guest room, you felt a wave of emotions hit you right in the face. Like homesickness, but for a place you had never stepped in before until this very moment. Nostalgia, but for a moment back in time which you had never lived in.

The room was absolutely gorgeous. Dark wooden interior, with accents of black and gold. A chandelier which reminded you of an ancient castle, and a bed which seemed fit for royalty. “I must say, you have incredible taste in interior décor.”

Bucky chuckled. “I take it you like the room. Very well then, you’ll find everything you need in the closets and in the bathroom.” He took a step back. “And if you need anything, anything at all, just call out.”

You giggled as he said so. “This place is massive. There’s no way you’re gonna hear me if I call out for you.”

He let out a little laugh. “Trust me doll, I will hear you.” And with that, he left.

You watched him as he closed the door behind him, feeling just a little more warm after that nickname. You let out a sigh of satisfaction. Well, you were weirdly comfortable here. You walked further into the room, taking in every little detail. You took off the coat Bucky gave you earlier and placed it down on one of the couches. Taking off your heels, you made your way to the bathroom and it was everything one can dream of.

You searched the cabinets and closets and found sweatpants and t-shirts which would fit you. Grabbing a set of clothes, you hopped into the shower and forgot about your broken down car and the thunderstorm. Instead, you thought of Bucky. What a peculiar man he is; no one in the town knows where he comes from, or what he does but here you were seeking help from him, showering his bathroom.

There was something about him, a sense of ease and warmth which many people lack when you first meet them. But Bucky was different. It almost felt like you’ve known him all your life.

When you stepped out, all refreshed and dressed you sensed a change the moment you walked back into the bedroom. Someone was here.

“I brought you some tea. To warm you up a little.”

You turned around and found Bucky sat on one of the couches by the bed. You instantly smiled, instead of being startled. He was so easy to be around.

You walked towards him. You picked up one of the cups from the coffee table and brought it up to your nose, softly blowing on it before inhaling the lovely scent.

“It’s chamomile and lavender.” Bucky said, and you faced him with a big smile.

“My favorite, thank you.” you smiled at the odd coincidence as you took a sip of the tea. It soothed you immediately.

Bucky picked up his own cup and took a slow sip as he watched you intently. “Tell me about yourself, Y/N.”

The way your name rolled off his tongue sent shivers down your spine. Which then reminded you that you never actually told him your name. Or maybe you did and you forgot.

You held your warm cup with both hands and began. You told him your name, where you’re from, where you work and a little bit about your family. You knew you shouldn’t be giving this much detail about your life to a stranger but you were currently drinking tea in his guest room wearing clothes he provided, so the least you could do is engage fully in the conversation.

He did a little nod after each piece of information you fed him, and you found it adorable.

“It’s your turn.” you spoke after you were done talking about yourself.

He smiled. It was a sad smile, or so it seemed. Surely you were overthinking. “I’m quite a boring person to be honest. I work all day, and I work all night. My family is… not around so I have to handle everything. All their businesses and companies around the country.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely here? I mean it’s a magnificent home but, to live here alone must be quite hard, no?”

You didn’t mean to pry but the way he looked straight into your eyes made you want to know the man a little better. Why was he so calm and collected? How is he so okay with you just being in his home? Why is he so kind? He didn’t seem old, then why did he give off the vibes of being so mature and wise, like he’s lived lifetimes before this one?

“Memories can be great company.” He answered in a tone which gave away that the man had lost a lot. Perhaps a close family member? Or a friend or a spouse? He added, “And this house is full of it.”

“You grew up here?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He gave you that same look; sad, longing like he was desperately trying to show certain emotion but he couldn’t.

“I moved here. With my wife.” Those words of his caused your heart to feel heavy. “But she passed, a long time ago.” The look on his face made your heart burn for some reasons. The need to comfort him took over you but you refrained from doing so, it wasn’t your place to.

“You must’ve loved her a lot.” You didn’t ask, you stated. Because it showed.

He had that same sad smile on his face. “She was my everything. My lifeline.”

He sounded so broken, it hurt. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

He smiled again. “You know, I like to think that the things we lose end up coming back to us, eventually. One way or another.”

That didn’t really make sense to you right away, but it was a beautiful thought nonetheless. “That’s beautiful.”

He stared into your eyes again, and it seemed like he was fighting something back. The need to say something perhaps. “It’s late. You should get some sleep.” And just as he said that, the thunder roared again, as loud as it could.

You stood up as he did. He said goodnight and left. And you were left standing there wondering what the hell happened in the past few minutes. His presence alone made you feel safe for some reasons. Knowing that he was just a few doors down the hallway made you less anxious. Even when you settled under the covers, it didn’t feel like a foreign bed.

You wondered why. How could you have settled into an unfamiliar home so easily? It wasn’t weird, just surprising.

With the help of the tea, you drifted off to sleep in no time. Dreaming about ballrooms, and kissing a man inside a beautiful mansion and… and a pair of ocean blue eyes…

A flutter on your cheek, and you looked up to find a pair of blue eyes looking down at you. “Hello sweetheart. You ready?” the man said as he offered you a red rose.

You nodded, despite his face being quite blurry. You felt his arms around you, and you felt safe; like nothing could go wrong and this was a perfect world. You felt his lips place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Your surroundings changed and now you were at a ball, wearing a lovely rose gold gown, arms linked with the tall man. The music was unfamiliar but lovely. He twirled you around and pulled you close, your one hand carefully placed in his and the other on his shoulder. You noticed the shiny ring on your ring finger, and the wedding band on his. You smiled, realizing that this was your husband and all was well.

Your surroundings faded again. Now you were inside your home. A beautiful home, with the fireplace warming the room you were in. Your blue-eyed husband was beside you again, the two of you sat by the fireplace and he offered you a glass of wine. You smiled, taking it from him. You felt a slight discomfort inside your mouth, around your front teeth but that was alright, it seemed like you were used to it. You brought the wine glass up to your lips, letting some of the contents into your mouth. It wasn’t wine, but you seemed to enjoy it nonetheless.

Euphoria, you felt utter euphoria as you stared into the same pair of eyes only this time they were so red, they seemed black. He reached out and held your face in place and tilted his head just a little; deepening the kiss. He nibbled on your lower lip and shoved his tongue past your lips. Your body tingled in his arms. It all felt so right and perfect, it felt like a dream. Like a dream inside a dream.

Gentle sin, that’s what it felt like when he pulled you closer, his hand slipping under your night dress and resting on your thigh while his other hand cupped your cheek. Your hands slid into his hair naturally and he moaned into the kiss again when you tugged at his roots a little. He kissed down your neck, his arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your body against his. He nibbled on the skin at the side of your throat, his teeth sharp and you were sure he left marks on your skin, but you didn’t mind.

You gasped and moaned. This felt right. He pulled away after a while. He looked down at you with pink, swollen, parted lips. Slightly breathless, and his eyes showed nothing but love and passion, and a hunger like you had never seen before, but it was all familiar. His face was unclear, but you could make out certain features of his and he was oddly familiar too.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

You knew that voice…

“I love you so much.” He whispered against your lips, his hand slipping in between your legs with no shame; his knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He smiled against your lips upon feeling just how aroused you were, before he pulled away and kissed down your body. He took your sensitive nipples in his mouth.

He sucked on the soft skin as his teeth applied just the slightest bit of pressure upon the bud. His warm tongue swirling around your nipple had you throwing your head back in pleasure.

Your eyes closed as you relished his touch. You felt him kiss his way down your body; from your lips all the way down to your hip bones; his lips soft and gentle on your skin.

He placed his hands on either one of your thighs and slowly spread your legs further apart and attached his lips to your core without any hesitation. You moaned out loud as you felt his warm mouth on top of your dripping core. His tongue slipped past your folds and teased your entrance; occasionally flicking your throbbing clit mercilessly.

Obscene, wet sounds erupted from where his mouth latched on to your core, and the sight was just as sinful. He had dark hair you noticed. The room was getting darker and darker as well. You could see your arousal drenching the lower half of his face as he ate you out relentlessly until you were nothing but a moaning, hot mess, squirming on the large bed.

Your body arched off the bed for just a moment, your eyes closing and your head leaning back as you felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over you when his tongue slowly circled around your sensitive clit. The pressure between your legs was building up nicely.

With a few more strokes of his tongue, you let go and gushed out all over his face without any warning. He licked you clean, then kissed his way up your body again. “You’re all mine, Y/N.” he whispered softly against your lips as he settled in between your legs again. You shuddered under him and whined against his mouth, the feeling reminding you a lot of how you shivered earlier when a pair of cold hands held you gently by the shoulder.

Your body felt tingly as he pushed himself fully into you. He lifted his head to look at you and you gasped quietly in surprise. It was Bucky. Although he still had dark eyes, and sharp canines?

He didn’t give you time to think too much. You moaned out loud once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to relax your tense body. You wrapped around him perfectly. You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, kissing you deeply while he rolled his hips against yours.

His body felt cold. But it also felt familiar. Being so close to him felt right.

You whimpered as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you slightly harder. He groaned right in your ear as you felt your walls wrap around him, squeezing and clenching. This felt right.

Panting and swearing under his breath, he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you. He kissed your face; all over. You felt a little bold so you hooked your legs around his waist as his thrusts got rougher than the last. You were a moaning mess under him as your hands gripped his arms and shoulder. Your body moved against his like a rag doll. You knew, in your dream that you belonged to him, and him you.

“I love you.” he whispered. He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. If anything, you wanted more. You needed him closer. Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. He growled and bit down on your shoulder as he fucked you. He was relentless, and you liked it.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in your ear, groaning as you tried to meet each one of his thrusts as well. He slammed into you, his hands travelling all over your body, until one of them wrapped around your throat. Your eyes watered as the pleasure became too much to handle; and you felt the pressure forming again. You felt him everywhere, each nerve ending burning and tingling.

You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him harshly each time he filled you up. A sweet, familiar pain formed again, and you came without any warning; gushing out all over him as he kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm.

“Bucky... ” you sounded breathless.

He gasped and snuggled closer to you. His eyes were back to the gentle blue again. “I’m right here, sweetheart. I’ll always be here. I love you, Y/N.”

You wanted to say it back. But then you woke up to a loud boom. You sat up gasping, and looking around frantically. You were sweating, but also cold. The room was dark, unlike the one in your dream earlier, which was illuminated by candlelight. It took you a little while to reorient yourself. The storm was somehow getting more and more loud and violent outside.

And you just had a weird dream about Bucky. Which didn’t feel like a dream, but more like a memory. A memory buried so deep that it almost didn’t feel real.

You were confused. What is the meaning of all this?

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a/n: hi

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Life After Death

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Genre: Zombie! Au, Enemies to Lovers

Warning: Death, Blood, Smut, Swearing

Word Count: 9k

Summary: The morning you woke up, everything seemed normal, until it wasn't. The world is turned upside down the government and the World Health Organization have shut down, zombies around every corner and only the strong survive. You meet a few friends along the way, and lose even more as you continue to fight for your life. You never thought you'd meet someone under these circumstances but here you were, happy while surviving life after death. Though you should have known, there's never a happy ending in an apocalypse.

A/N: This is part of the collab started by @biaswreckingfics! Go to her page to see the other stories written by terrific creators!

"I'll see you later." You whisper to your sleeping boyfriend before you place a light kiss on his cheek. You open the front door to your apartment, looking back and around at everything, making sure you weren't forgetting anything before you left. As you close the door, you realize you forgot to turn off the radio when you hear one of your favorite songs playing. With a sigh, you glance at your watch and you see you're going to be late, so you leave it, just missing the important message that interrupted everything.

"Breaking News: The World Health Organization has announced extremely serious side effects from the recent vaccinations of batch number 0506361. If the numbers 0506361 are on your vaccination cards please report to your nearest hospital to seek medical treatment."

You don't notice anything different or weird as you walk down the pathway from your apartment building to your parked car. The sun is shining, the air smells crisp, today was going to be a good day, you could feel it. You slide into the driver's seat of your car, turning it on and immediately syncing your phone to play your favorite playlist to amp you up for the day of work you had ahead of you. As you continue to drive to work you notice the streets seem a lot busier than they usually were, especially for 7:45am, some people in their suits running down the sidewalk screaming. Your stomach twisted as you continued down the street, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to watch the people and the road, slowing your speed. You look out your window and see a man laying on the ground, with another man on top of him. You rolled down your window to yell at them, but when the man turned to look at you, panic ensued. His eyes were white, his face was covered in blood, veins pulsating in his face. Nothing about him seemed human. He looked directly at you, and stood up. Your hands shook as you rolled up your window as fast as it would go. The man suddenly now bolted towards you, snarling. With your window up and both hands now on the steering wheel, you try to breathe through the lump that had appeared in your throat. As you keep driving, you see more and more of people being attacked, tackled and ripped into, people running away crying and screaming, vehicles crashing, buildings and cars up in flames. You could hear the blood curdling screams from inside your car. With shaky hands you switch the station of your radio to see if anyone was reporting on what the fuck was happening.

"..If the numbers 0506361 are on your vaccination cards please report to your nearest hospital to seek medical treatment.. there's a virus.. It's zombies. Zombies are attacking the city.. everyone seek shelter.. oh god.. please no."

You quickly turn your car around, speeding back to your apartment as you try to swerve off the undead as you rush back to your boyfriend. You may not know much, but you've seen enough zombie movies to know that you need to get supplies. You drive your car up and over the curb, parking directly on the lawn in front of your building and run inside. You were lucky you lived right on the ground floor of one of the first apartments in. You struggle to slide your key into the lock, the cries of residents pleading filling the hallway. Your key finally slides into the lock, quickly you turn it and shove your door open before slamming it behind you.

"Jaebum?" You whisper as you scrounge through the front closet looking for the duffle bag that you knew was in there. "Jaebum." You hiss again, running to the kitchen. You pack all the perishable food items and then begin filling up every jug you could find that had a lid with water. You tore through your junk drawer grabbing the flashlights and batteries, and any candles you could find as well as your butcher block.

"I'm serious, Jaebum. You need to answer me now." You hiss, bringing the bag into the living room. You guys needed to leave quickly, which meant you needed to pack even quicker. It wasn't like him not to answer you, it made you worry. You glance to the front door and his shoes were still exactly where he had left them the night before. You crept up to your closed bedroom door, with your hand hovering over the door knob. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you grabbed the knob, slowly turning it. You push the door open, expecting to see him, but he wasn't there. You quickly changed out of your work clothes, and grabbed everything from all of your drawers and shoved it into the bag. It wasn't until you had finished grabbing what you needed and you had a second to listen that you heard the shower running from down the hall, but for whatever reason, something didn't feel right. You tiptoed quietly down the hallway, standing in front of the door, you pressed your ear against it but heard nothing other than the sound of the shower running.

"Jaebum?" You whispered, gently knocking on the door, but there was no answer. You turned the knob, and opened the door. You saw your boyfriend standing there with his back turned to you. "Oh my god, Jae, we have to go! There are fucking zombies outside!" You gasp, still having a hard time believing those words that were coming from your mouth. In a split second he turned around, his face was beginning to contort, one eye was pure white.

"Y/N.. somethings wrong." He chokes out, spitting out blood before he falls to the ground, his body spasming while he froths at the mouth.

You let out a loud scream as you slam the door shut, running down the hallway to grab the duffle bag before heading out. You swing your door open to run out and crash into a man who falls into another group. You turn to apologize but already there were zombies staggering down the hallway at a quick pace. You whisper an apology before you run out the front door, his cries and pleas for help making your heart sink. You release a big breath seeing your car is still there. You climb in your front seat, closing the door as fast as you can and locking all the doors before turning your car on. Just before you were able to put your car in reverse and speed away, a man began banging on your window.

"Please miss, please open your door." He asks. You look at his face, he's sweating, blood splattered all over his face. His fists and arms remain pressed against your window, smearing blood across it. Your eyes drift down and you see a fresh wound - a bite mark and a chunk taken from his arm.

"You were bitten.." You say to him through the window.

"I'm fine. It's fine.. it's not a bite.. please." He begs. He turns to look behind him and looks back at you, panic written all over his face.

"Please miss, they're coming.. please." He cries.

"I can't." You yell, turning your head away from them. You put the car in reverse, stepping on the gas you pull away from him, knocking him to the ground. As your car stops so you can switch it into drive, you watch as the man gets mauled by a herd of the undead. You felt bad, but you couldn't have helped him, even if you wanted to.

You drove towards the freeway, thinking your best bet is to get out of the city. Your eyes were glued to the road and watching the mirrors, you watched as people panicked while driving, crashing into other cars trying to merge first, crashing into medians, and going in all directions. You could feel a panic attack coming along as you finally realized you were all alone. You had no one to talk to, no one to help you and that was terrifying. You glance down at your gas gage, seeing you had almost a full tank, you knew you would be able to make it to the one place that was probably the safest, your cousin Ray's.

You're stuck in traffic with your doors locked as you see a few people running to cars, trying to get in. There's a man, crying and panicking. No one would let him in, a herd of zombies following behind him. You needed to make a quick decision, so you rolled down your window motioning them over to you. "Here, get in." You yell, unlocking your doors. A man climbs into the backseat of your car, and you quickly lock the doors as soon as the door closes.

"Thank you." The man cries

"Have you been bitten?" You ask, turning to look him over.

"No.. no I haven't. Some men.. they pulled me out of my car, and took off, leaving me out there to die." The man explains. "You're the first person who offered me any help."

"I'm glad I could help." You smile through your rear view. "My cousin has a farm just an hour or so up from here. My family is heading there now. He's been preparing for an apocalypse for a long time. We should be safe there." You explain.

Earlier you had gotten a frantic call from your mother, her asking if you had seen what was going on. You couldn't understand why she thought you lived under a rock and didn't know anything. You did leave your house and listen to the news, contrary to popular belief.

"Thank you, thank you." He cries. You just smile as you continue to drive to Ray's farm.

An hour later you take a left turn, driving down the gravel road that leads you to the farm house. You drive slowly, seeing your mom's car, your aunt's car and a few other relatives. You sighed a sigh of relief, knowing that your family was safe. The two of you get out of the car and quietly make your way to the door. You softly knock but there's no answer. You turn the door knob, pushing the door open and it's empty. You walk down the small hallway and hear nothing. Your mom isn't talking, Ray wasn't yelling, no one was making a sound and that was very unusual for your family.

"Hello?" You call out.

You hear footsteps coming from down the hall as the two of you stand around the kitchen. "Hurry up." You laugh and cry.

As the footsteps got closer, you could hear snarling. Your laughter stopped as your cousin Ray came out of the back room. "Zombies." You whisper, backing away.

Not far behind him was your mom, dad, and aunt all coming out, rushing towards you all. "Run!" You scream, heading towards the door. You pull it open, the man behind you trying to get out the door, but he falls, crying as the undead come closer. He's doing his best to fight the zombies off but more stagger out from the back room, there are too many for him. "Run! Save yourself! If you meet my wife, her name is H/N, tell her I love her and our daughter." He yells. "I was trying to get home to them." He yells.

He's trying so hard to fight them, but he's bitten, he screams in agony as he's being ripped to shreds, his body being mauled by the undead.

His screams are now silent, the only sound filling the room is the sound of flesh being torn through.

You close the door, running back to your car. You see a gas can on the side of the house. You rummage through your car, knowing that you have a lighter somewhere in there. You remembered the argument you and Jaebum had gotten into about smoking and he tossed his lighter in your car.

Found it, under the passenger seat. As you went to get out of the car, you noticed something in the backseat.

A wallet.

You grabbed it, opening it up to see the license. It was the man's.

"Kim Jongdae." You whisper. You felt sorry for him, but you couldn't take long to mourn. You needed to be alert and get back on the road. You take your lighter and run to the gasoline. You pour it all over the front of the house, seeing your undead family banging against your windows broke your heart but you needed to do this. You flick the lighter, igniting the flame and throw it onto the ground. The house lights up, the flames quickly engulfing the house. You walk back to your car, slide into the driver's seat and sit there, tears pouring down your cheeks. You have no family, no friends, you have no one.

No one is coming to save you. You watch as your family and the house burn to the ground, exploding in the process.

That made you laugh a little bit, thinking of all the illegal shit your cousin Ray had in his basement.

A while later you get yourself together and drive over to the barn. If you knew anything about your cousin, it is that he always stored something in his barn, besides his pride and joy of a car, his old bronco, Monty. You pull the doors open, and take the tarp off the car, revealing its shine. Just as you remembered it. You peaked in the driver's side and sure enough, the keys were dangling from the ignition.

You began walking slowly to the back of the barn, opening another door, and here you found the jackpot.

Guns.

From a machine gun, to a pistol, to a shotgun. You gathered them all, putting the guns and the ammo in the backseat of Monty. You grab your bags from your car, tossing them in as well before looking around to see if there was anything else you could take. You notice a radio, but don't think much of it at the moment.

You climb into the driver's seat, and pull out of the barn, feeling safer than you have all day. You keep driving down the deserted highway. Abandoned cars everywhere, a few bodies laying around but most of all, no zombies but also no humans either. You're barely paying attention to the road, when you hit something, causing you to swerve, and the car to make a funny noise. You get out to check and see your front tire, flat as fuck.

You didn't have a spare. It was getting dark and you were exhausted. You moved most of the guns to the floor of the back seat, grabbing a blanket and some food and water. You change your clothes, wiping yourself down before having a snack. Laying down in the backseat you try to plan out your next move, but your eyelids get too heavy, and you can't fight it anymore. You doze off completely, and for a little while, forget about the disaster you're in.

You stayed in your car for weeks, never coming across anyone human. You missed talking to someone, talking to yourself wasn't the same. At times you almost forgot what your own voice sounded like. When it was safe, you'd get out of the car and wander around the forest, collecting sticks and branches to make fires with, so you could heat up some of your food. You have some, but you were starting to run low and you didn't know what you were going to do when it ran out. You were limiting yourself to one meal a day but even that didn't seem to help.

You learned when zombies came near the car, in a few or a herd, you needed to hide yourself very well. No moving, light breathing and packed under a lot of things. You were sure if they couldn't see you then they would continue on their way and leave. It almost always worked.

Life in the apocalypse was lonely and exhausting. That night you went to sleep, hoping for a miracle.

You're woken up later, by a frantic tapping on your window. Your eyes adjust to the sun as you look directly out your back window. A group of men stand there, all looking terrified as one of them taps on your window harder. You crawl up to the front driver's seat. You know you can't go anywhere, not with your busted tire. You turn the car on, rolling down your window just a crack.

"What?" You ask, side eyeing all of them.

"Please, we won't hurt you.. we just need a ride. There.. there's a military base a few miles up, but we just can't walk anymore. We haven't come across anyone, human in a while." He stutters.

"My tire is flat." You explain. "I don't have a spare."

"I can change it for you, just gotta take one off another car." A man pipes up.

You didn't feel uneasy from these guys and you were one to always trust your instincts.

"You change the tire, I'll give you a ride." You say. A military base? Maybe it would finally be somewhere safe for you to be.

The man nods and gets to work. By the time he's done the sun is beginning to set, and then you're on your journey to hopefully find somewhere safe.

You're driving down the highway, doing your best to follow the men's map that has every military base mapped out in the 100 miles surrounding the area. "What are your names?" You ask.

"I'm Changbin." The one in the front seat answers. "I'm Chan, and this is Felix." One in the back answers.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N." You say with a smile. As you continue to drive, it quickly becomes night time, everything is black, except for the dim lights coming from your headlights. The two men in the back continue to loudly talk and argue over something, making it hard for you to concentrate. You hated driving at night, especially near wooded areas, you never knew what was out there.

"Can you guys stop?" You ask, glancing to the back.

They continued and got louder. Changbin was asleep in the front seat as they continued their bickering, making you get even more flustered. You turn your head to look back at them, telling them again to stop. They look at each other as you look back at the road and see something standing there. You get startled, yanking the wheel to try and avoid it, heading directly into the woods. The car heads straight on towards a tree and crashes. You hit your head hard on the steering wheel, knocking you out.

What feels like hours, but only seconds later you gain consciousness, just in time to hear Changbin and Chan crying. "She killed him." Changbin cried. "I'm gonna kill her." He yells.

You're struggling to open your eyes, your head is pounding.

You can hear some rustling between the two. "Don't." Chan says. "Leave her. She's in no condition to go anywhere. The undead will get her. She'll get her suffering, ``he says. "Let's take what we can and leave."

"No." You whisper. "Don't."

They can't hear you.

You can hear them rummaging through your car, collecting your guns, your food, your water, everything you had.

"Let's go." Changbin says, they both take off, leaving you there to die as you lose consciousness once again.

You're startled awake, surrounded by darkness. You unbuckle your seatbelt, getting out of the car with your head pounding. Your headlights are still on, and you see Felix's body laying on the ground. He had flown through the windshield from the impact of the crash. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt. You begin to cry, this was too much for you.

And then you remember. You look up and see a herd of zombies staggering towards you. They were quicker than you thought. You turned towards the road, running as fast as you could, your leg was throbbing. You run across the road to the other side of the woods. You can hear the snarling behind you as you do your best to navigate through the trees, branches breaking beneath your feet.

You stop, hiding behind a tree, trying to control your breathing. You listen, you can hear the sounds of them walking through the forest, searching for you. You take a second before you take off again, trying to zigzag through the woods in your best attempt to lose them.

You look up, seeing a fire. You run towards it, the flames becoming closer, you can hear the sound of faint words.

Then everything goes quiet. Suddenly the fire is put out and you can hear the sounds of guns clicking.

"Don't shoot." You yell out. "Please."

"What do you want?" A woman yells back.

"I'm.. there's a herd following me. I need help. I was in an accident, I was robbed. I haven't been bitten." You stutter.

"We don't need anyone else." A man yells. "Keep moving."

"Please.. I just need some help. I'm all alone." You cry.

"Move along, before I put a bullet in your head." He yells.

You let out a sob as you turn, beginning to run a different way. You hope you can find a safe place and a group of people but for tonight, you just hope you can survive the night.

It had been months.

Months since the outbreak, months of being on your own, months of fighting, scavenging, and hiding. You had come across a few groups, but they wanted nothing more than to take what you had and leave you defenseless. You had learned to hide from most people, giving yourself the advantage of a surprise attack. Most of the time you were successful and they just took off but sometimes they also fought back.

A week ago you had come across a small town, and had found some food and water and a place to stay, but you knew better than to stay in one place for too long. You quickly packed up your belongings into your backpack and grabbed your large spear. You learned awfully quick how to take down a zombie with it, finding it to be much more efficient than a gun, especially with having spears on both sides.

As you walk through the forest, your eyes and ears are open, listening for any signs of the undead. You stop in your tracks, hearing the sound of grunting and yelling, sounding close to you. You walk towards the sound, and come into view of four men trying to fight off a herd. They looked to be struggling, and although you don't usually like to insert yourself into others' fights, you felt like being nice and lending a hand. You run towards them, spearing a few in the head on your way.

You quickly join the fight, taking down a few zombies, as they get a little distracted, seeing another person helping.

"Focus." A man yells, bringing them out of the confusion.

A few minutes later, the last one is stabbed in the head, his decaying body dropping to the ground. The four men turn to look at you, two of them with a smile on their faces, one looking a little confused and the other one looking right angry.

"Hi." One with brown hair and a large smile says.

"Thank you." The blonde one grins.

"No problem." You laugh.

"I'm Baekhyun, this is Chanyeol." He introduces. "And that's Suho." He says, pointing to the confused one. "And that's Kyungsoo." He finishes, pointing to the angry one.

"Nice to meet you all." You say. "I'm Y/N."

"Are you all alone?" Chanyeol asks.

You nod your head.

"What's your story, Y/N?" Suho asks.

You smile awkwardly as you look at the four men who surround you. "My boyfriend turned into one of them when this whole thing started, so I was on my own from the beginning, in a sense. I met a man on my way to my cousin's farm, where my family was gathering, and when we got there they all had already turned. He..he tripped and he fell while trying to escape and he was bitten." You shudder. "I gathered supplies and I took off, and ended up with a flat tire a few hours away. I stayed in my car for weeks, managing pretty well on my own. I met three guys who offered to change my tire for a ride to a military base but when we finally got going.. it was dark and they were arguing in the back." You explain. "I turned around to tell them to stop, but they wouldn't listen and when I looked back at the road, there was something there and I swerved." You sigh. "We hit a tree, and one of them flew through the window. The other two robbed me of everything I had and I've been alone ever since."

"Well not anymore you're not." Baekhyun smiles. "You can join our group."

"Yeah!" Chanyeol exclaims.

"No." Kyungsoo grunts, walking past you, glaring at you. "We didn't need your help. And you're not joining us." He spits. "You're not going to let her join, right?" He asks Suho.

"I don't know." Suho sighs.

"Suho, everyone around her dies. She's bad fucking luck and if you bring her with us, we're all as good as dead." He spits.

"Meeting." Suho announces.

The four men huddle around, whispering to each other. You can make out Baekhyun and Chanyeol saying yes, and Kyungsoo saying no.

Seconds later they all stand up, Kyungsoo looking pissed with the other two looking happier than a pig in shit.

"If you would like to, we would like to invite you to join us. We know it's tough out here, and I can't imagine what it's been like to be alone." Suho says.

You look between all the men, even if one hated you for no reason, you were tired of being alone, and being scared alone.

"Yes." You announce. "Thank you."

"Come on, our camp is this way." Chanyeol smiles, waving you along. Three men begin walking away, but Kyungsoo walks towards you.

"I don't trust you." He murmurs, moving in close. "If anyone from this group so much as gets a splinter, I'm coming for you." He growls into your ear, his tone is low and very threatening. Goosebumps cover your skin as you feel his hot breath on your ear.

You nod your head.

He turns away from you, running towards the rest of his group.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea?

You felt like your legs were going to collapse as you continued to walk behind the group. Baekhyun turns around, smiling as he announces you have arrived. You look around and see a bunch of trees, but no camp, except for the small campfire pit that sat on the ground.

"It's.. nice." You smile.

Chanyeol, Suho and Baekhyun start laughing.

"Look up." Chanyeol says.

You tilt your head to the sky, and see a decent sized tree house sitting between a few trees. Your jaw drops, this was one thing you had never expected to see. "Come, we'll give you a tour." Baekhyun says, beginning to climb up the swinging ladder. You follow behind Baekhyun, the rest coming up behind you. When you get inside, you're honestly still amazed. It wasn't much but it was safe and it was out of the way and off the ground.

"We pull up the ladder when we're here, and when we all leave we just hide it." Suho explains. "We have food, water and sleeping bags. The most important things. We all pitch in around here, whether or not it's repairs, runs, or fights, everyone helps." He says, looking at you.

"Of course. Whatever I can do to help, I will." You assure them.

"Or don't, I'm not ready to die." Kyungsoo mutters, setting his stuff down.

Your eyes darted over to Kyungsoo, giving him an offended look. He looks back at you, not caring if he's hurt your feelings. You can sort of understand why he's weary of you, but it's not like you killed these people for the hell of it. You were determined to prove that it wasn't you, that you weren't bad luck. How you were going to do that, you had no idea.

That night you sat around a campfire, your belly fuller than it's been in a while, while you listened to stories Baekhyun and Chanyeol shared about their friend group. As it turned out, there were a total of twelve of them when this first started. Some of them were unfortunate to be ones who had gotten the batch of vaccines, a few they had lost while traveling, some died in fights, or took off to find their loved ones.

"Have you come across any of them?" You ask.

"We've looked, but no luck so far. There are two we're still looking for. Oh Sehun and Kim Jongdae." Suho says.

Your heart stops. Your head darts up, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What?" Chanyeol asks.

"What was that last name?" You whisper.

"Kim Jongdae? He was one of our best friends." Suho tells you.

You gulp, there's a ball forming in your throat. "What?" Kyungsoo yells. "What do you know?"

"I.. He said he was trying to get back to his wife and kid.. h-he told me to run and save myself. I wanted to help him b-but I didn't know how." You choke out.

"The man that was bitten at your farm. That was Jongdae?" Kyungsoo asks.

"I saw his license in his wallet.. he had dropped it in my car when we got out. I'm so sorry." You cry.

Kyungsoo rushes towards you, tackling you to the ground, straddling you.

"You fucking bitch, I knew you shouldn't have joined us. It should have fucking been you. You should have died, not him." He screams in your face, spit flying from his mouth as he hands pin your shoulders to the ground.

You're bawling as Suho and Chanyeol pull Kyungsoo off of you, he's still crying and yelling. "It should have been you!" He yells.

Baekhyun helps you off the ground, guiding you to go up into the tree house. He sets out a sleeping bag for you, tucking you in as you cry into the built in pillow. 'I'm so sorry." You whimper.

"I know. And we know it's not your fault. Jongdae was a clumsy motherfucker so I'm not surprised he tripped. Don't take what Kyungsoo says to heart. He's been through alot and he's not warm to new people. Just give him a bit." Baekhyun tells you. He gives you a half smile before climbing down the ladder and sitting back around the fire, helping to calm things down. That night you fell asleep with tears staining your face.

Days bled into weeks, and then into months, until this new life and these men were all that were at the top of your mind. Chanyeol had finally been able to make contact with the ham radio that had been found on one of many expeditions. There seemingly were whole groups of people like yourselves out there, sticking together and trying to survive. You reflected on the wonder of it all as you cleaned the rabbit you had caught, the best you could.

Kyungsoo had become different with you, he didnt give off a hatred towards you anymore. His words didn't cut quite as deep. Slowly you were becoming closer, and you enjoyed it.

Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you, waves of hot breath covering the nape of your neck, sending chills down your spine. He didn't even need to speak, you already knew who it was. "You're doing it wrong." Kyungsoo breathed, his body close to yours.

"I'm not." You retort, continuing to skin the dead animal. You tried to ignore his presence, and that fact that he made you feel so many mixed emotions whenever he was around.

You both hear a crunch of leaves behind you, making Kyungsoo step away from you and turn around.

"What are you guys doing?" Baekhyun asks, raising his eyebrow.

"She's skinning the rabbit wrong. She's going to take off all the meat with the fur." Kyungsoo announces.

"I am not.. shit." You spit, looking on the ground, seeing hunks of meat still attached to the fur.

"Told you." He mumbles, walking away and into the forest to try and find more food.

You stick up your middle finger at the man who drove you crazy day in and day out.

"Y/N." Suho calls out to you, a few hours later. "If you want to take a bath, go to the stream now. It's going to be dark soon."

You nod your head, climbing up the ladder to grab your things. You slide back down, just in time for Kyungsoo to be protesting something.

"We've all got other things to do, you're the only one free." Suho tells him. "Y/N, Kyungsoo will be keeping watch for you."

"I really don't ne.." you start.

"Yes you do." He says, looking at you. "And you will go. That's it."

With an aggravated groan, Kyungsoo stomps off towards the stream, with your speed walking to keep up with him.

As you finish up your wash, you dry yourself off with your towel, pulling your jeans on over your damp legs. You bend down to grab your shirt, when you hear a rustling from behind you. You stand up straight, your heart pounding in your chest.

You hear it again, the sound now closer to you. "Fuck." You scream, running towards Kyungsoo. Your body collides with his, your breasts pressing against his hard chest. "There's something out there." You whisper.

You both hear the sound, Kyungsoo holding onto you as his eyes dart around, taking in the surroundings. Seconds later a deer walks out of the bushes, grazing and you can feel your heart slow down.

"It's a deer." He announces, looking at you. You look back at him, your eyes trailing to his heart shaped lips. Your own set of lips parting slightly as you look back at him, his eyes haven't moved from your face. Without thinking you inch yourself forward, which causes Kyungsoo to inch back. Your stomach sinks. You cannot believe you just did that. Why did you think that he would return a kiss?

"We should head back." He says, avoiding eye contact and clearing his throat.

You feel so embarrassed. You quickly whisper an apology before grabbing your things and taking off, hearing a faint "wait." From behind you. You're running through the words, desperately trying not to cry as you can hear Kyungsoo running behind you.

You finally slow down, trying to catch your breath as your lips quiver. You hear a stick break behind you. You turn around with a sigh, and come face to face with a zombie, snarling as he reaches out for you. You scream loudly as you try to fight it off, tripping in the process. You fall back with him on top of you as he tries to go in for a bite. Black bile is seeping from his mouth, his breath is rancid.

"Help!" You scream out, one hand trying to reach for something, anything that would help you take him out.

Suddenly his body goes limp and you hear the sound of a sword coming out of his head. You roll the body off of you, and see Chanyeol smiling above you.

"Thank you." You sigh in relief. Chanyeol puts out his hand to help you up, when he's attacked. Another zombie staggers up to him, latching his teeth to Chanyeol's neck. He screams out in agony as the monster devours him before your eyes.

"No!" You cry. You take Chanyeol's sword, putting the blade right through the zombie's skull. Chanyeol sinks to the ground, sobbing while he holds his neck. "I'm sorry." You cry. "I'm so so sorry."

"It's.. not.. your...fault." He breathes. "Tell them.. I love them.." he stutters.

Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Suho rush to Chanyeol's side. Baekhyun is sobbing while Kyungsoo and Suho hold back their tears.

"I didn't.. I didn't know there was a second one." You sob.

Kyungsoo walks over to you, his face stone cold. He wraps one arm around you, pulling you in close to him. "It's not your fault." He murmurs. The two of you stand there, watching the life drain from Chanyeol's eyes.

Baekhyun announces he will be the one to put Chanyeol down, but would like to do it in private. Three of you walk away from the sobbing man, your heart full of guilt.

The next day, the camp is quiet. You were busy making wood spears, like Chanyeol had taught you a few weeks ago. You couldn't even look at Baekhyun. You knew the two of them were best friends and your heart hurt so badly that Chanyeol died while trying to save you.

Had you not been so stupid and tried to kiss Kyungsoo, then this would never have happened. You knew this was your fault and there was nothing you could do to make it better. You can't bring Chanyeol back and you really wish you could.

"Careful." You hear from behind you. You turn your head and see Kyungsoo leaning against a tree. "If you keep sharpening it like that you're going to end up slicing your finger off." He tells you.

"This is how.. Chanyeol showed me how to do it." You say. You could barely speak his name.

Kyungsoo chuckles. "Yeah, he wasn't the best at doing it either." He crouches behind you, wrapping his arms around you to show you the proper way of doing it. Your heart still flutters as he touches you.

"Thank you." You whisper.

"Anytime." He says, standing up and walking away from you.

Fuck. You were so fucked.

That night you couldn't sleep. You stared at the empty spot beside you, where Chanyeol used to sleep. You could hear the small whimpers coming from Baekhyun and you just couldn't take it. You slowly slid out of your sleeping bag, slid on some shoes and climbed down the ladder. As you stand in the forest, you take a deep breath of fresh air. You need to gather your thoughts and heal yourself. You begin walking through the woods. It's quiet, and you didn't plan on going very far. As you're walking, you stop to listen. You hear a noise coming from in front of you but you didn't know what it was. You tried your best to hide behind the tree, limiting your breathing as you continue to listen. You can heat twigs breaking and leaves crunching. Your heart begins to race in your chest, you squeeze your eyes shut.This was a bad idea, you should not have left the tree house.

"What are you doing?" You hear from in front of you. You open your eyes and see Kyungsoo standing in front of you.

"I thought.. oh my god." You sigh. "I thought I was going to die."

Before he can say anything you both hear groans and snarls but you're not sure where from. You unintentionally let out a squeak. Kyungsoo covers your mouth with his hand, pushing you up against the tree. His body presses hard against yours, you can feel his hot breath against your neck.

The two of you stay like this for what feels like hours. When the sound is finally gone he pulls away from you.

"What are you doing out here?" He growls.

"I needed some air, and to think." You explain.

"You could die out here. This has to be your stupidest decision." Kyungsoo scoffs.

"No." You begin. Before your brain can tell you not to say anything, your mouth begins to move. "My stupidest decision was trying to kiss you." You say, turning away from him to walk away.

"I was surprised." He announces. "I didn't think you'd try and kiss me. I didn't think you'd even like me. I treated you terribly." He tells you.

"That's probably why I like you unfortunately." You sigh, making him laugh.

As the two of you are walking back towards the house, you hear whispers coming towards you. You both stop, hearing the sound of a gun loading, making you stop in your tracks. Kyungsoo pulls you behind him, moving both of you towards a bigger tree to hide behind.

"Show yourself walker." A man screams. "I know you're out there."

Neither of you say anything. Kyungsoo is against pressed up against your body, shielding you from any danger.

A while later you see a light flashing. It flashes towards your tree, making Kyungsoo push into you more, trying to keep the two of you hidden. The light passes the tree you're behind and continues to walk away. Neither of you move until the light is completely gone and out if sight. Both of you let out a sigh of relief but Kyungsoo doesn't move away from you. His face hovers close to yours, you can feel his breath on your face.

You wait. You wait for what you hope will happen but you don't think that it will come.

Until it does. Kyungsoo presses his lips to yours. You're shocked at first, until he begins moving his lips against yours and you get into it. You wrap your arms around his neck as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, making him groan.

"I want to fuck you." He says, his lips still just barely touching yours.

"I want you to fuck me." You breathe.

Kyungsoo turns you around, pushing you up against the tree. He kneels down, pulling down your sweat pants and underwear.

"Spread your legs." He demands.

You spread them as far as you can. You can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling behind you. Your pussy throbs in anticipation. You don't know how big or small he is, but you hope he destroys you. You couldn't even remember the last time you had been fucked at all.

Kyungsoo steps up behind you, taking two fingers and searching between your lips for your hole. He chuckles when he finds it, he can feel your juices dripping from inside of you. "So fucking wet." He groans, slowly pushing his two fingers inside you. Immediately you clench around them, it feels so good. "I needed to make sure you were wet enough, and fuck are you ever." He whispers in your ear.

He pulls his fingers out of you, and lines his cock up with your hold. You're bracing yourself on the tree as he pushes himself inside you. Your eyes practically roll back into your head as he stretches you out.

"Oh god." You cry, your fingernails digging into the tree bark.

"Shit." He cries, slowly pulling out of you before snapping his hips and harshly pushing his cock back inside. "It's gonna be quick." He groans.

That was fine with you, you knew you could rub your clit twice and cum, it had been too long.

Kyungsoo has his hands holding onto your hips as he snaps his, grunting and groaning from behind you. You reach between your legs, touching your clit. You begin to slowly rub it and you can already feel your intense orgasm already building up. You feel like you're going to cum already. His cock feels so nice sliding in and out of your pussy, the sound of his grunts and moans, with the feeling of his hot breath covering you and giving you shivers.

"Cum." He grunts. Your tighten your pussy around him as you orgasm washes over you, leaving your body feeling weak.

Kyungsoo moans loudly as he pulls out of you, jerking his cock to cum all over your ass. He lets out a string of swear words as he releases his load, breathing heavily as he works through it.

You both pull up your pants, and get situated. "We better get back." He says, walking back towarsa camp. You follow closely behind him, confused about your feelings for him, but more so his feelings for you, if there were any.

The next day you wake up with the thoughts of what happened last night over flowing through your head. You didn't know how to process this, or what was going to happen now. You decided to see how the day was going to play out and just go about your normal routine.

When you got downstairs you said hi to Suho, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo. Two of them said goodmorning back to you, and one did not. You tried to stop thinking about it but it was hard and you knew he wasn't the type of man to tell you his feelings.

However, all day he ignored you. Anytime you tried to say anything to him, he walked away, he refused to answer you and honestly you felt extremely disrespected. Your eyes burn as you fight off the tears, watching him talk and laugh with Baekhyun while you just get ignored.

Suho on the other hand most definitely noticed something was going on because a little while later you see Suho quietly yelling at Kyungsoo.

"I don't care what you did." Suho spits. "Fix it. I refuse to have a hole in our team because one of us is being a dick. Fucking fix it." He murmurs again before walking away.

That night you laid in your sleeping bag, wondering if this is what it was going to be like. You having feelings for Kyungsoo, and him taking advantage of it. Fucking you when it's convenient for him and ignoring you the rest of the time. Even after death, life was still so fucked.

You feel something pressing against you from behind. You slowly roll over and see Kyungsoo laying beside you in his sleeping bag.

"Can we talk?" He asks.

You nod your head.

"I." He begins. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you, I'm sorry for the things I said and for the way I acted when I found out about Jongdae. Its been hard to lose people, and it's even harder to accept new people into the group. You're doing a great job here and we're lucky to have you." He whispers.

"Thank you." You smile. But you really want to know why he ignored you all day. "What was going on today?" You ask.

"I enjoyed last night. I, um, had a girlfriend when this whole thing started. We got out together, we met up with Suho and Baekhyun and Chanyeol and she really helped build alot of this. I lost her a while ago, and it's been hard. I didn't think I would meet anyone, or fall for anyone else and then you came along. I feel guilty for liking you so much, like I'm cheating." He explains. "I was convincing myself it wasn't cheating."

"I get that. I was in a relationship when this thing started. Unfortunately for me, he ended up being one of the ones who received that does of vaccine. I had to leave him in our apartment and take off." You whisper. "You'll always have her memory with you and it's something you'll treasure. I didn't know her, but I'm sure she wouldn't want you to be sad and mourning her."

"You're right." He sighs. "It's hard to let go, but I do like you, Y/N. I want you to know that."

"I like you too." You smile.

The two of you lay there, whispering to eachother, laughing and enjoying the night. You couldn't have asked for anything better.

Over the next few weeks, the others had changed. With Chanyeol being gone, it took a toll on Baekhyun. He often sobbed at night, crawling next to you so you could rub his head while he cried. Your heart went out to him.

This life wasn't easy.

Suho had become much more grimmer and sullen. He barks orders at people, never engaging in coversations anymore. He's tired, everyone is tired with very little of hope for the future. Fighting for your lives everyday, scrounging for food and water is a struggle, however none of this stopped you and Kyungsoo from sneaking off when you could to be together.

Neither of you really talked when you weren't fucking and that was okay with you, you knew he still had feelings for you. It was the little things he did for you when no one was looking that reassured you. You both knew that announcing your relationship to Suho and Baekhyun would not end well, so keeping it between the two of you would be the best.

You announced to Baekhyun and Suho that you were going to the river, they both just nodded while Kyungsoo offered to be your watch.

It didn't take long for him to be pulling off your shirt and for you to slide off your pants and panties. Both of you walked into the cool water, soaking yourselves before Kyungsoo pulled you towards him. He lifts you up, letting you put your legs around him as he leans in for a kiss. You can feel his cock sliding against your pussy, waiting to be pushed in. He breaks the kiss, leaning down to pepper kisses along your neck as he thrusts, pushing himself inside of you.

You throw your head back as he holds you, fucking you harshly. There was never time to fuck slow, you always needed to be quick and get it done, just in case.

He pumps himself into you, his hand reaching between you and him, touching your sensitive bud and rubbing while he pounds his cock into you.

"Fuck baby." He groans. "You feel so fucking good."

You hold him close as your orgasm builds, biting your bottom lip and your hands gripping his hair. "Just like that." You breathe. "Don't stop." You grind yourself on him as you begin to cum, intensifying your orgasm. "Oh god yes." You moan, breathing heavily.

"I'm gunna cum." He moans, thrusting harder. Seconds later he releases himself, shooting his cum inside of you, his head resting on you as he catches his own breath.

"Fuck." He breathes pulling out of you. "I love you." He whispers.

You stare at him with wide eyes. This wasn't something you had been expecting at all, considering you did your best to hide the relationship at all costs. "I know it might be too soon, but I do and I need you to know that."

"I love you too." You smile.

You're brought out of your sweet moment when you hear screaming from Baekhyun and Suho. You both rush out of the water and get dressed as quick as you can before running back to camp.

"What?" You breathe. "What happened?"

Baekhyun and Suho grin as they stare at the radio. "Listen!" Baekhyun yells.

“Our dear citizens, to those who have survived. The WHO has created what promises to be a vaccine. We are asking all our citizens to make their way to the nearest hospital facility. Troops are being deployed along with helicopters and planes to transport as needed. Today … we have hope in the world again”

You all burst into tears. You did it, you survived and met some wonderful people. You have a love you had never thought you'd get again.

Kyungsoo embraces you tightly, crying into your shoulder as you do his. Quickly Suho and Baekhyun join your hug, all of you feeling such relief and happiness, for the first time in a long time.

As quick as you all can, you gather what you need to make the trek to find a hospital. You say a quick goodbye to your site that has kept you safe for so long, before taking off, hand in hand with Kyungsoo, and Baekhyun and Suho on either side of you.

It wasn't long into your journey, when you hear the familiar sounds of zombies wandering through the forest. The four of you prepare yourselves for a fight but as they come out, you realize there are more than you all had anticipated. You try to fight your way through the crowd, but somehow you're separated from the group, trying to take on more than you can. The others are distracted, they aren't paying attention to your calls for help. A zombie lunges at you, knocking you back. You're crying loudly but no one is coming to help. The other zombies kneel beside you as you keep trying to fight them off, but one takes a chunk out of your shoulder. You scream in agony as you lose your strength to fight. They're devouring you as you're fading into the darkness. You can hear Kyungsoo yell no and all the pain stops. You see him standing over you as you spit up blood. He's crying over your body, asking you to stay with him but you can't. You're tired of fighting, you want to let go now.

So you do.

You open your eyes and see a film over everything. Your body is sore, the scent of meat makes your mouth water and your stomach cramp. Everything feels stiff but something smells so good. Your hearing is better than ever, picking up the sound of a rapid beating heart and the sound of crying. Wait…Where’s my heart beat? You look with horror at the meat...

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “I love you.” You reach out to stop the knife but your body is stiff and I responsive as you watch the knife plunging towards you. It’s me you scream in your head as it all goes dark

There is no happiness in life after death.

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Homesick (Peter Parker Oneshot)

((NO WAY HOME SPOILERS))

Character/s: Peter

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A/N: This wasn't the fic I wasn't planning after I saw the movie, but I can't pass up the idea :) I'm not super crazy about the writing style, but I think that's just me being a lil too critical. Hope you like it my loves!!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!!! 💜💖💜

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There it is again.

This indescribable feeling. This sudden want to sob. To scream. To cry. The urge to seek shelter in the nearest set of brown eyes, to cling to the forearm of the nearest brown-haired boy, to find yourself lost in the gaze of coke-bottle glasses. Running up to strangers, unsure of why, unsure how to stop yourself, so overcome with this inexplicable joy until they shatter your heart, stepping on the pieces as they jerk away. When they are too tall, when their voice isn’t right, when something is missing from them, something you can feel, but could never begin to put into words. You back away, a wounded animal, stuttering through an apology. "I’m so sorry, I thought you were someone else. . ." Someone without a name, a face, an identity. Someone who never seemed to exist at all. Is this a trick? Some sort of sick joke? Is the world fucking with you? You can’t trust your mind anymore. Your instinct to call out a name that never existed at all is too much, too powerful. How can you find him if all you have to call him is silence? The absence of a name? You know it’s real, that whatever used to exist was real, there’s not enough proof to convince anyone else. There are gaps in memory, in your life, things that feel out of sorts. This boy, you know him. He makes your heart pound out of your chest. He makes your knees weak. You lose sleep over him, restless in this abyss of questions, of uncertainty. Who is he? Who was he to you? Where is he now?

The city’s too big. Full of too many people almost like him, as if they know you’re looking, as if they’re taunting you. A laugh, you think ,so similar to his it’s criminal. It doesn’t come from him though. It never does. Someone on the subway, the bus, walking through the sidewalks. They make you want to break out into a sprint. They make you want to stop traffic, to stop time itself. Sometimes you catch up to them, look them in the eye, only to be let down. There is something about him, you remember, something sweet, something kind, something that made you feel safe. These boys, these men, these strangers, they don’t have that. They smile at you, thinking they’ll have a chance, promising they could be this mysterious guy that’s got you going crazy. They wish, you wish, too. On shooting stars, on planes in the sky, hoping against hope that he will show up any moment and explain everything. Sometimes they get away. Disappearing around corners, in the crowds, disappearing as if he never existed at all. It leaves you hurt, helpless, fearing your one chance slipped away from you and you let it. Some, without even intending to, show you they are not him. They do something bad, something wrong, something you know your boy would never do. It disgusts you to watch. It makes you miss him even more, whoever he is.

They think you’ve gone mad, that you dreamt about him and now you’re following a figment of your imagination. Friends try to be supportive. They try to look on the bright side, they try to joke that one day they might find this mysterious love like you have. They tease you in the only way they can, as a means of expressing their affection, but it can’t fix the shame and embarrassment that spreads across your inside like a plague. Family brush it off as unrequited love, a crush you had you can’t seem to get over. They point out anyone who fits his description, laughing, trying to get a reaction out of you. It’s no use. Maybe you shouldn’t have told anyone. Maybe you should give up. How many times have you tried? Something, someone, always brings you back. A phrase you know he used to say, a song or movie he liked, it pulls you back in every time. Libraries, malls, stores, and movies. You have looked everywhere, you have asked everyone. No one knows who you’re talking about. No one understands this gnawing feeling in your bones that’s telling you you’re so close, but so far away.

He used to be one of you. The suit, the gadgets, the blood. You remember him in the way your body aches, in the tears you have yet to sew up in your suit, in all the names you’d tried out before deciding on one officially. The only person who understood your double life. Your pride, your envy, your anger. The one who could laugh with you, and at you, when you tried to be something, someone, you weren’t. Neither of you were big heroes yet, but you wanted to be. You would be. For now, the neighborhood. In the future, the world. No one knew this, though. No one knew who you were when you put on the mask, no one but him. You’d sit on the bridge together, watch over all the cars, waiting for something. You faced danger together, life and death, but it’s all so muddied. Hazy. as if it had all been a dream. Anything, to happen. The pit of your stomach relieves it every time you think of him; something horrible happened, to him, to you, and because of it, you can’t remember. It’s the only sensible conclusion you’ve come to. It’s the only one that holds weight to it. Your boy was there. He was there, and he was real, and he was a hero. So why isn’t he here now? Why can’t you find him? When did the skyline start to feel so empty?

He never wanted this. He tried so hard to keep it the way it was, to prevent this very reality from coming true. In the end, it was better for everyone if the whole world forgot who Peter Parker was. It took some trial and error. It killed him to do it, but he had to. You, MJ, Ned, you all deserved better. So, he said his goodbyes. He wrote these long, detailed letters, intending to read them off to you one by one, to try to get back what you had, but when he saw them, his best friends, they were so happy. What kind of person would he be if he ruined that for them? It wasn’t right. He smiled, he grit his teeth, he made out the door without letting them notice he was crying. He’s tried to face you, to want to explain, but nothing ever sounds right. There’s nothing he could say or do to explain all those moments you had together. Even when he's Spiderman he keeps his distance. He goes to all the places you used to, he watches you when you’re up there, wondering if you know, if you could ever understand what you lost. He says nothing. He moves on. He lives his life, tries to get by, tries not to drown in all the possible what if’s. He does his best, all while carrying the memories of an entire lifetime of friendship, of something more. Someone had to. He understands this is his burden to carry.

You spot him one day. Somewhere innocuous, somewhere you never gave a second thought about. Somewhere you never expected. You’ve given up. Another failure. How much longer can you keep going on like this? How much longer can you search? He is always there. There is always someone who could be him, who wants to be him. It’s no use. You want to call it quits, you want to focus on the real world, a place you haven’t really been living in these past few months. That’s when he shows up. Close enough to see, to recognize, too far away to reach out to, to grab, to see if he’s real. You stare at him, wide eyed, and he looks back. For a moment, you feel like you’re dreaming. The excitement, the joy pulsing, it’s unbelievable. You swear you catch him smile, if only a moment, before he realizes what he’s done. He drops it, as if it’s a mistake, turning away. He’s too fast. It’s too late. It’s always too late. He’s gone. Disappeared. Wherever he went, wherever he came from, you need to find out. You need him. You have a feeling he needs you, too.

He recognized you. He knows you. He knows what’s going on.

It’s all the proof you need.

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years ago

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hello can i pls have draco x reader fanfiction but can it be thunderstorming and the reader is scared?

Eye of the Hurricane

Draco X Reader

A/n: okay, so I made this a drabble, but it has comfort and thunderstorms all the same and it’s all for you my dear~ and I quite enjoyed writing a drabble ngl.

Draco had said that he would be back in a few minutes. That was fine, he was just popping out for more tea.

It was totally fine until a massive clap of thunder shook the crystal on the chandeliers.

I jumped to me feet, my heart pitter pattering in my chest as an onslaught of rain joined the rumbling clouds. I should have known that the fist clap of thunder would bring more. My fingers grasped an old afghan. Swaddled in the knotted yarn I yearned to find a room in the large cold manor where the rain and thunder were non-existent.

“Come on Draco, where are you?” I asked as the light flickered.

I felt utterly alone. There were no house elves any longer, it was just Draco and I living here until we found a more suitable place. And without Draco home...

I yelped at the next strike of lightning followed by the boom of thunder.

“It’s just rain,” I tried to convince myself. “Just some water,” The wind howled drowning out the sound of my justifications.

Finding a sitting room deep within the Manor, I cast a lighting charm and curled up on the floor next to the inner most wall. The lights threatened to go out, a jarring contrast to the flashes of lightning that lit up the room.

The next loud sound was not that of thunder, but of apperation. “Y/n!?” Draco’s desperate voice called. Relief flooded through my veins.

“Draco!?” I called, searching for him, only to find him dripping wet in the foyer, a ruined paper bag in his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think it would storm before I got back,” Setting the ruined bag on an antique dry sink, Draco ran a hand through his wet hair to slick it back.

Disregarding the notion that he was soaked, I dive into his arms, finding protection and security in his embrace.

“I’m here,” He assured, rubbing my back. “You’re not alone, you’re safe.” As the words left his lips, a crack of thunder plunged the house into total darkness. “Oh for Merlin’s sake,”

Drawing his wand, he casted first a drying charm, then came a more complicated incantation that lit the room with a soft candle glow.

“Alright, I’ve got tea, and we can have a fire and wait out the storm.” Draco smiled down at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I hummed. “I don’t like it,” My eyes were trained on the nearest window. “I know,”

Sighing, he drew me deep into the house, to the sitting room that I had sought shelter in earlier, casting a fire into the hearth with a simple spell before transfiguring two teacups for us to use. Draco slid the pocket doors closed, sealing off our little haven away from the tempest around us. Our own little eye of a hurricane.

Before he joined me on the sofa, he went to one of the built-in bookshelves and selected a novel. Pulling me into his arms, as were situated in such a way that I was cradled in his embrace, but he was still able to read aloud to me.

“Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy,” Draco began, and a smile curled onto my face.

“Really?” I leaned my head back to look up at him. “What? Do you not want me to read to you?”

“No, I do. But your choice surprises me, that’s all,” I settled back down letting my eyes drift close.

“You know Lucy found Narnia when it was raining outside,” Draco pointed out. “They played hide and seek because it was storming,”

“I suppose she did,” I mused, letting myself get lost, not in the fear of the storm, but in Draco’s voice spinning a narrative, his warmth, and the aura of comfort that covered us like the blanket draped over me.

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yourstruly-caycay · 3 years ago

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20 Years Later

A one-shot base of the art from @ris-lunas.

Disclaimer: none of this will be accurate to the mythology, and this won’t follow the Record of Ragnarok storyline.

Ganesha and Shiva have a best father-and-son relationship. Beside being a father, Shiva is also like a brother to him, everyday is like a holiday whenever Shiva is around.

But lately, as Ganesha grow up, Shiva has been really busy with lots of work. They spend less time, and even Shiva immediately go to sleep after work sometimes — it can be lonely to Ganesha.

On the other hand, Shiva actually want to spend a family time with his wives and Ganesha, but the work can be stressing to him even though he always never show his stress expression. Although, he still able to spend times with his family, even if it’s only a little amount of time; he wish to go back to that day.

20 years ago~

“Papa!”

“Ganesha!”

The elephant jump into his father’s hug with a laughter that’s pleasant to heard it, “Happy Father’s day, papa. Look at the chocolate cake I made for you!”

He excitedly showed it to his father, shiva smirked at the messy drawing of Shiva, his three wives, and Ganesha together by using a cream— it flattered him.

“How creative you are, Ganesha, good job,” he continue,“Now that your school is over, where do you want to go?”

Today is actually an unusual day for Shiva to wore clothes and jacket, let alone a sandal too—it made him looked like an ordinary father picked up his son from school.

“How about carnival? Let’s ride roller coaster together.”

“Great idea then, let’s go.” Shiva still carried his son with a smile on their face, anxious to spending time together, plus it was a right day to went to carnival since it’s sunny.

Well... not really, on the way to the carnival, the weather somehow turned into cloudy. The wind was slowly getting harsh, and suddenly a droplet of water dropped to Shiva’s head as another waters dropped from above clouds — it had became raining, and they’re disappointed.

“Screw the rain, who even dropping this rain?” He silently glared, immediately ran to find a nearest shelter, Shiva used his jacket to covered Ganesha from the rain.

Fortunately, it’s a relieved for Shiva that it’s not took a long time to found a bus shelter to stayed for a moment, he put Ganesha on the seat as he sat too. Now, the only thing they should do right now was to waited for the rain to stopped.

Shiva noticed that Ganesha was shivered because of today cold weather. He shoved Ganesha unto his jacket to covered him from the cold — not much of a help, but Ganesha hugged tightly to his body, Shiva took a glance at his son who yawn and eyes exhausted.

“If you’re tired, just go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up once the rain stopped.”

“I can’t sleep papa, it’s really cold here.”

Shiva sooth the little elephant’s back, “Well, just rest, this might take a long times to stop.”

Suddenly, a growled can be heard from both of them as Ganesha had a blush on his face, then a bigger growl came from Shiva that both of them glance awkwardly to his stomach.

The awkwardness turned into a laughter, it's ironic that both stomach were begging some foods, happiness filled within them even in this cold harsh rain.

They almost forgot about the rain as suddenly a thunder clap make them scream in surprise.

Ganesha hide his face with Shiva’s jacket, not even wanted to saw the rain as he could felt the slight shiver of coldness. Meanwhile, Shiva held his son tightly to comforted him.

“Just close your eyes and cover your ears, Ganesha.” The trembling little elephant nod his head within the jacket, Shiva was seeking for an indoor place where they can stay for a moment.

Fortunately, there’s a restaurant that’s only across the bus shelter. It could be saw from the light and blurry figure. How excited Shiva was when discovered it, he carry Ganesha while covering Ganesha and himself with his jacket.

“Papa, what are you doing?”

“We’re going to restaurant, it not far from here.”

“But isn’t this too dangerous, papa?”

“just trust me on this one, son, we’re gonna make it without getting wet.” Confident can be saw on Shiva’s face, his smile that always reassure Ganesha that his father can go through anything — even troublesome one.

Shiva scanned the road to make sure there’s no vehicle driving, him and his son held the jacket tightly as the wind was getting harsher. In this empty road, he countdown and ran to the road. Both father and son were scream either in panic or fun, Ganesha held the jacket tightly with his other hand while the other clinged into Shiva’s body.

As they finally reach to the restaurant, and got inside. Shiva put Ganesha down — he’s completely dry from the rain, amaze that not a drop of rain was on Ganesha. “We did it papa, We’re safe.”

"See? Told you that your papa can go through anything." Ganesha rolled his eyes while chuckled, Shiva sometimes can be a bit too confident.

The restaurant that they stumble in is actually a WcDonald, it's Ganesha's first time in here.

“Well, let’s order a food, unless you want your stomach to complain.” Since Ganesha doesn't knew much of this place nor the foods, he just let his father order anything for him. They wait for the meal to be served, and it only took a few minutes as they received the meal.

It felt new for Ganesha to saw a burger and french fries with coke since he live in a luxury life. He found the shaoe of a burger to be funny and the smell was pleasant to made his stomach growled.

Taking a bite of the burger curiously, he freezes at how tasty it is, his wide smile could obviously be seen as he take another bite.

Shiva just laughed at how Ganesha devoured the burger excitedly, however it’s not long until Ganesha cough from eating a big bite, Shiva immediately gave him the water as he drank it.

“Be careful when eating, just slowly.” He patted Ganesha’s back, then as they begin to ate again, a waitress came to them and asked.

“Sorry to interrupted you sir, but if you don’t mind, may I take a picture of you and your son for the Father’s Day?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Thank you, please just eat your food while I take your picture.”

She thanked Shiva as she took the picture of them, Shiva just continue ate the food with Ganesha happily.

After the waitress took the picture twice, she gave one of them to Shiva and leave them.

“Wow, we look great in the picture, don’t you think so Ganesha?”

“We are!”

Shiva looked at the outside and disappointed that the rain is still pouring, it’s a shame they can’t go to a carnival, plus he have other works to do after this and he can’t spend the rest of the times with his family. “Ganesha, sorry that I can’t take you to the carnival, seems like the rain won’t stop soon.”

“That’s alright papa, beside I’m happy that we get to hang out together,” Ganesha continue, “I know that papa have work to do, and maybe after this papa can’t play with me, but I’m happy that you try to spare a time for me.”

Shiva was out of words, didn’t expected that sentence to came out from his son. It’s quiet for a moment until Shiva finally smiled, proud to know his son understand him, both of them continue to ate the foods.

A hour later, the rain had stopped and they order another WcDonald’s foods for his wives.

Once they reach their house by evening, the wives were concerned with Shiva wearing his jacket that’s wet from rain, wasn't he feeling cold the whole time?

In the end, Shiva gave each of them the foods as an apoligize for making them worried. The wives were also impressed when they heard that Shiva kept his son dry during the rain, and adored the picture and the cake that Ganesha showed them.

Present day~

One of his wives, Parvati, found a certain picture in the attic. She didn’t expect this to still be in here — it’s actually a cute picture. Parvati come to Ganesha as she show him, “Ganesha, I found something from the attic.”

His eyes gaze at the picture and become wide in surprise — a picture of him and Shiva eat together in a fast food. “How? I thought it’s already gone.”

“I don’t know how, but I think it’s the best if you keep it. You and Shiva looks really cute in this picture."

Ganesha smile at the memory from twenty years ago, this was back when he’s only grade 3. "You're right mama, I will keep it."

"I'm home!" A sound of door open wide revealing Shiva with his joyful expression.

"Welcome home, Lord Shiva." One of his wives, Kali, approaching him and kiss him.

"Kali, look at what I got for you guys-"

"Papa, you come home early!" Ganesha approach him along with Parvati and Durga. Ganesha hug him as Shiva hug him back, the atmosphere has become warm and vibrant with him. Then, he embrace his other two wives, everyone always got a turn.

“By the way, I’ve got something for you guys while I was on my way back home.” He handing out the bag of food, Ganesha immediately recognize the bag as if a memory come back alive. “Papa, isn’t that from WcDonald?”

“Correct, I’m surprise you still remember it, let’s eat this together for dinner.”

The end~

Author’s note: I’m so sorry that it got delay, but I hope y’all like it. Thank you for being patient with me. >////<

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv shiva #ror shiva #shuumatsu no walkure

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morganas-pendragons · 4 years ago

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Goodbye For Now | Din Djarin

I had a dream the same day this aired that incorporated Goodbye by Avril Lavigne... and yeah, this was born. I put a lot of my own experiences into this fic. It’s very personal. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy!

tag: @earthtokace / @kyber-queen / @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol

This is literally the first fic in years I’ve used Y/N and it’s just one line for the fic, and I think it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written on Tumblr.

Word count: 5.1k OOPS

After

In the quietness of a little room in the back of an inn on Nevarro, the question asked by a grieving Din Djarin rolls around in your mind. You hadn’t been able to give him an immediate answer. It was too fresh. Too heavy.

What’s the hardest part about letting go?

As The Mandalorian sleeps fitfully behind you with his arm wound tightly enough around your waist to ensure you do not disappear in his sleep - because has he not sacrificed enough? - you ponder his question as much as your sleep deprived mind is able.

Din.. I think the hardest part about letting go is being able to accept that the people you’re letting go of aren’t apart of your life anymore. They aren’t physically with you anymore. They aren’t imprinted on your memory, on your soul. You just have to let it... fade. Let them fade until they're just a story.

Your eyes flicker down to the ring that lays on your left finger.

But in a galaxy as remarkable as this one... There’s always that glimmer of hope that someday, maybe someday... they’ll come back to you. That they won’t leave you.

“And Grogu will never leave you Din.” You whisper, wrapping your hand around his forearm and lightly squeezing it as you settle into the warmth of his embrace. “Never.”

Before

Your blood chills in your veins at the words, “I go alone.” because there is no possible way in Sith hells you are allowing Din to walk onto that cruiser alone. As Bo-Katan reiterates the plan to the crew around you, your eyes are focused on the rigid and silent Mandalorian standing across the holo-table.

You’re not coming with me.

Are you really naive enough to believe I’m letting you go alone, Din? You snap, to which he winces at your sharp tone. If Gideon is half intelligent as I think he is, he’ll have installed impenetrable defenses on those dark-troopers. You'll need a Jedi to get through them.

You can practically feel the burn of his gaze through the helmet. It’s obvious he wants you with the larger group, but you refuse to bow when the life of your son is at stake. If he’s going to retrieve the baby, you very much intend on remaining by his side to ensure the safety of them both.

Until the end.

Fine. You stick by me, don’t say a word- He pauses and swallows the reluctance in his throat that dies when he meets your eyes through the helmet. You know he’s looking at you... and you know how fearful he is. And please, don’t die.

You beam. Dying without you, Din Djarin? I have no intentions of doing that anytime soon.

The two of you disengage from the shuttle, trekking through the bodies left in the wake of the women in the landing bay as you move in the direction of the brig. Doctor Pershing had disclosed that Gideon had been keeping the baby there, so there was no reason to believe that he wouldn’t still remain within the same cell.

Your blood roars in your ears as you disengage the lock on your staff and hold the hilts of each saber in your hands. The Force envelops you in its comforting hold - wraps around your bones and your scars and your muscles and invigorates you with a strength you haven’t felt since before The Republic fell - and guides your steps that will lead you in the direction of the little one who holds a large piece of your heart.

The other piece is held in the hands of The Mandalorian.

Din. You murmur. I just need you to know that you may see a side of me today that you’ve never seen before. If that in any way changes how you feel about me-

He stops you short just as a pair of Stormtropers jog past. Nothing will ever change how I feel about you. He sounds certain, almost confident, in his answer. The sound of it makes your chest warm.

Never?

Never.

It’s right there on the tip of your tongue. You’ve only said it to each other once in the time that you’ve been together, but you’ve never desired to say it more then this moment, but it doesn’t feel right. It’s too rushed. Dancing too close to the edge of anticipation as you seek out your child.

Your heart nearly jumps out your chest as Din sprints in the direction of the doors where the dark troopers are emerging and one lone soldier has escaped. Before you can react, the man you love is being held against the wall in an iron grip and a fist is repeatedly pounding itself into his helmet.

“Din!”

The Dark-Trooper turns its eyes on you, and you’re suddenly flung into a lifetime of battle skills that kept you alive when you’d served as a Padawan in The Clone Wars and on the front lines of The Rebellion. You slide forward on your knees and remove the legs of the trooper just as Din impales the thing with the Beskar spear slung across his back.

“I’m fine-” He rasps, extending a hand to hold you at arms length as your trembling hands tighten their grip on your saber. It’s not often that Din comes face to face with Death when you're standing right there. People are petrified of Jedi. There aren’t many of them left. Mandalorian bounty hunters, however... They can be more expendable. Easier to break then one who is gifted with The Force.

“C’mon. I’ll take point.”

Right here. The Force whispers its assurance as you both stand in front of the nearest cell, and the moment the door opens you are granted with the sight of Moff Gideon holding the dark saber in front of Grogu.

Buir. You’d completely forgotten the baby had bonded himself to you in the days just shortly after you’d found him. He’d rarely used it. He’d only ever opened himself up to project his emotions onto you in order for you to know when something was wrong, but the minute you see him sitting on that bench, he’s talking to you.

Grogu holds his hands out as if he’s reaching for you, wide eyes pleading for you to remove the Force Suppressant handcuffs that envelop his tiny hands. Buir.

Tears prick your eyes as you ignite your saber. The other sits idle on your hip just out of reach.

“Drop the blaster,” Moff nods to your saber. “And your saber. Slowly.” The two of you drop your weapons simultaneously. “Now kick them over to me.” Before Din can do so, you wave your hand to throw your weapons just out of reach. “Very nice. I didn’t know Jedi could be civil.”

The venom drips from his words. “If you’re not careful,” You warn. “I will show you what I look like when I am not civil.” A split second passes as you watch the fear flicker through his gaze before he’s tightening his grip on the dark saber. Moff had not, to your knowledge, encountered any kind of Jedi up until this point. He only knew of their abilities. Not of what they were capable of - with the dark or the light - with The Force at their disposal.

The damage you could cause....

“Give me the kid.”

“The Kid is just fine where he is.” Gideon replies, to which he begins moving the dark saber back and forth just to hear the satisfying hum of its kyber that rings within the hilt. “Mesmerizing, isn’t it? It used to belong to Bo-Katan.” Din stops short at his statement. “Yes. I know you’ve both been traveling with Bo-Katan. Friendly piece of advice, assume I know everything. Like the fact that your wrist launcher has fired its one and only salvo.”

Your gaze is still trained on the kid. Did he hurt you? Your voice is gentle as you prod at the shields that Grogu has placed inside of his mind. For someone who has little to no training, he’s rather good at making sure nobody can reach the most vulnerable places of himself. Ad’ika, it’s okay. It’s your buir. Did he hurt you?

Din and the Moff are still talking as your son lifts his head, meets your soft - and familiar, he hasn’t felt this safe since he was last on Tython, knowing you and Din were out there protecting him - gaze, and shakes his head.

Bless The Maker.

You shake yourself out of your reverie at the Moff’s words. “I see your bond with him. The bond the Jedi has made with him,” He comments, disengaging the dark saber as he moves away from the baby. “The two of you can take him, but you will leave my ship immediately and we will go our separate ways.”

The Force coils itself around you. Tightens around your arms as if you pull you away from the baby, and just as Din moves to pick him up, whispers danger before The Moff has reengaged the dark saber and slams the weapon into Din’s jetpack.

“Din! Go!”

Buir. You throw yourself right into the line of fire, regardless of the threat to your own life, and envelop Grogu in your arms as the fight between the Moff and Din carries out into the hallway. Safe.

You aren’t sure if he’s talking about himself or you. Regardless, you cradle him against your chest and bring your knees upward to shelter him within your manse.

Yes. Safe.

The cuffs fall to the floor with a snap of your fingers.

***

You’re straight up itching to punch Bo-Katan right in her smug face. After bringing Gideon to the bridge where the rest of your team awaits you, the Moff confesses the origins behind the Dark Saber - which for some reason is a tradition, despite Mandalore’s loss, that Bo-Katan still follows because it is what she knows - and the Princess of Sundari refuses to take it back from Din.

“You are so stuck in your old ways, Bo-Katan.” You snap, Grogu still cradled in your arm as you pace the width of the bridge. Din still wields the blade and grasps the Moff in the other hand, hardened gaze set on the thick-headed Mandalorian before him. “Wake up! This is not your sister’s Mandalore-”

The youngest Kryze whips around. Shock and disbelief writes itself into your features because that is the only time you can recall seeing such a fire lit within her. “Don’t you dare speak her name-” She snarls, pointing an accusatory finger at you as the two of you step toe to toe. “Or even think of her.”

You are so tempted to release your biggest secret, the one you’ve been keeping from everyone - even before you met Din - for your own safety. You hadn’t even told the Skywalker's about it.

It’s fortunate you didn’t obtain the auburn hair.

“Why don’t you kill him now and take it? It’s yours now.”

“What is?”

“The dark saber.”

Bo-Katan will not relent. Until she wins that saber in combat, she refuses to even lay a hand on the dark saber. You find the entire thing amusing given what your former Master had told you in hushed stories underneath a starry sky about Clan Kryze. Stubborn, prideful women. Satine’s pride had earned her an early grave. Bo-Katan, however... that remained to be determined.

“I yield. It’s yours.’’

Din is too good for the throne of Mandalore. All he wants in life is a ship, the baby, and you. That is what drives him to hand the dark saber over to Bo-Katan. That is what drives him at all.

You know about the Dark Saber. You’ve heard the tales surrounding it since you were small, stranded on a home world you’d have rather never seen again with your father and a thrumming lightsaber crystal. The Force will be with you. Always. He had made that promise just before he died, and you had carried his words with you ever since. That man had sheltered you, raised you, made you his own.

And as Din watches you hold that Dark Saber out in front of your hand, he finally sees the resemblance. He sees the ferocity in your gaze and the defeat in Bo-Katan’s, he sees how similar you too are in both personality and physical appearance.

What the kriff?

“He’s right. The power is in the story, not the weapon.” Darkened eyes meet your own as your pulse thrums erratically beneath your grip on the Dark Saber. “Ironic how a Jedi raised on Coruscant knows more about Mandalore then most of the people in here, two of which are from Mandalore.”

“Who said I wasn’t from Mandalore?”

Before the two of you can argue, one of the alarms begins blaring on the opposite side of the bridge. The dark troopers have breached the ray shields and board the cruiser.

“You’re about to face off with the Dark Troopers. You had your hands full with one, let’s see how you do against a platoon.”

This was the precise moment you’d warned Din about. “Bo-Katan,” You call over your shoulder at the Princess, who turns to acknowledge you as she puts her helmet on. Now or never I guess. “Ke'pare olar, cabuor cuun adiik. Par Clan Kryze.”

Before Bo-Katan can ask you what you’re doing, you reach into your tunic and reveal the pendant you’ve worn since long before you met Din. A token from the man who'd taken it upon himself to raise you, you’d been everywhere with the tiny silver owl that almost never left your person.

Her breath catches in her lungs. The last time she saw that pendant...

“Sarad-”

“Din?” You question hesitantly and lowly enough that the others can’t hear, handing him the baby before you reach for your sabers. “Remember when I told you I was going to do something you’ve never seen before?” Din nods and tightens his grip on Grogu as you activate each saber and turn in the direction of the doors.

“Yes.”

The Mandalorian catches your trembling hands wrapped tightly enough around your sabers to turn your knuckles white.

Din swallows the trepidation that lingers in his throat and squares his jaw beneath the helmet, allowing his fear of what may happen to you - despite knowing how well you can take care of yourself - to confine itself to the back of his mind. He can dwell on it later.

You’re making the child’s safety your top priority.

“Don’t let it change anything.”

You cast one last look over your shoulder at the man you love, allowing your gaze to soften as Grogu eyes him, then you, and rests a tiny hand against Din’s. He’s trying to tell you I’ll keep him safe while you’re gone. It’s sweet. Endearing.

“It won’t.” Din replies quietly, to which his voice then whispers I love you across your bond. Your heart nearly explodes with how gentle it is, how he chose now to tell you again after so long of having not heard it. There’s a newfound strength coursing through your body as you turn towards the doors and call to Fennec to open them. “Be safe, Sarad.”

“I will.”

As someone who usually calls on the Light Side of the Force, you’re oddly coaxed to the lingering darkness in the hallways of the Cruiser. You’ve never allowed yourself to fall like the Sith do. You’d had every reason to do so over the years, and yet you never did.

It occurs to you as you make your final stand alone that the only reason you never fell was because you found the baby.

Oh Force...

The metallic footsteps of the dark troopers ring in your ears as you stand vigil before the doors to the room that contains your family. Your aliit.

Forgive me.

“Go on then!” You yell, hoping your voice will carry through the hallways in which they are following to lead themselves to you. “What, are you afraid of a Jedi? I’ve bested the dark, I’ve survived two wars and a mass genocide! Nothing can break me!” You twirl your wrists in the usual jar’kai motions and settle yourself into your favorite defense position. “I’m ready! Are you??”

Outside the main viewport, a lone X-Wing flies within view with the hangar as its destination.

Your head falls to your chest. I’m calling on you... Be with me. The steps grow closer, the anticipation of their lethal capabilities thrumming in your veins. Be with me.

The first dark troopers circle the hall. You peer out of the alcove in which you’re hiding, position yourself in the middle of the platoon, and lift your head towards the ceiling.

Din watches from the surveillance array as the first squad of dark troopers begins trembling. The metal crumbles beneath the weight of your Force grip. “Sarad-” He whispers, fingertips ghosting the screen as he watches the troopers turn in your direction and set their targeting systems on you. “Sarad.”

Be with me.

Unaware of the other Force User who’s just landed in the hangar, your head snaps upward and your instincts kick in as your sabers begin moving of their own accord. You are not the one moving with such grace, such poise, years of training in desert sands with a man who’s constantly dancing with his ghosts.

You are not you. You are simply The Force.

Blue collides with obsidian. Further down the hall, Grogu watches on the surveillance as his buir and the Jedi he’s called upon move to meet each other half way.

Before you reach the newcomer, you’re nearly knocked off your feet by the way his presence radiates in The Force as you clench your hands into a fist and send the last Dark Trooper slamming into the wall.

“No way.” The two of you snap upward to meet each other’s gaze. It’s been years since you’ve seen that familiar face - the same familiar face you’d spent so many nights with training in the forests, the same face that had always softened as the two of you traded stories about your pasts and the Jedi who’d trained you - and it’s a welcome sight that this happens to be the Jedi that your ad’ika had called upon on Tython. “Luke?”

The newcomer throws his hood back to meet your eyes.

“Y/N.”

***

During

Buir. Grogu watches the surveillance screen as you and Luke join one another in the elevator. There’s one small platoon left that’s come from a separate hallway that the two of you can eliminate without barely lifting a finger.

The powerful two Jedi can radiate. It’s cosmic.

It’s alluring. Mesmerizing. A flurry of blue and green weaving between one another as each individual dark trooper is reduced to a pile of smoking metal. Din watches Grogu where he stands, little hand planted on the surveillance screen as the two of you emerge together from the elevator.

“Remarkable.” Din whispers, because it is. The way that the two of you fight is almost like you were born to do it together, to fight with one another and as one another.

The last dark trooper crumbles under Luke’s grasps. When he passes by the camera, Grogu turns to his father and tips his ears back before whining for Din to lift him up.

“Open the doors.”

Din tries not to laugh at the utter indignation on Fennec’s face as he cradles the baby’s neck in his hands, moving around the bounty hunter to stand before the blast doors. He knows they’re safe when you’re standing on the other side of it.

The crowd watches as the newcomer follows on your heels through the smoke left in the wake of your destruction, and the two of you both remove your hoods to acknowledge them.

“Mandalorian.”

“Is he... A Jedi? Like you?”

Luke, ever the civil, folds his hands across his stomach and nods. “Yes.” He says quietly, green eyes softening as the baby peers around the edge of the chair to look at his buir and the man who has answered his call. “Come, little one.”

Grogu looks to Din, and then to you. You can hear his question as clear as day inside your mind.

Are you ready to let me go?

And in that moment, everything comes crashing down in front of you. He’s asking for your permission to go with Luke. He’s asking for the permission of the woman who’d saved him and the man who’d taken it upon himself to keep him safe, to raise him, to let him go with the other Jedi in order to be properly trained. Maker knew you couldn’t do it.

“He doesn’t want to go with you.”

Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, my love

“He wants your permission. Both of you.” Luke’s voice breaks through your reverie as you hang your sabers on the belt that’s swung low across your hips. This child has been your livelihood, your reason for breathing, since the year following the genocide of the Jedi. Since you lost your world.

And it seems like you’re about to lose it again.

I can’t hide

I can’t hide what has come

“He is strong in the Force, but talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect The Child, but he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.” Unfortunately for you, Luke knows you so well that he can feel the weighed projection of your feelings that emanate from you like a flare within the darkness, which is what prompts you to gently usher you towards Din.

“Hey, go on. This is who you belong with. He-He’s one of your kind.”

I have to go

I have to go... and leave you alone...

“I’ll see you again. I promise.”

Wide, innocent eyes flicker between you and Din before Grogu is reaching up, ever the gentle, to press his hand against his helmet. This would be the first and most likely the only time the baby has ever seen Din’s real face.

You flash a questioning look at the man you love. Then, without question, he wraps his fingers around the bottom of the helmet and slowly lifts it off.

The beskar clang resounds within the bridge.

But always know

Always know... Always know

That I love you so..

Your heart has begun to bleed just by watching this exchange. Din has gone so much of his life without knowing what love was, how gentle people were capable of being. That had all changed when The Child had healed The Mandalorian’s lonely heart. It had never been you. It was him who healed you both.

Din’s lips quiver as Grogu presses his hand to a bare cheek. Your tears are becoming harder to keep at bay, and with the sudden tightness in your chest, you’re suddenly finding it incredibly difficult to breathe. Nevermind the fact that the room has suddenly begun spinning.

‘’Alright, pal. It’s time to go.” Din said quietly. You aren’t entirely sure if he's talking to himself, to you, or to Grogu. “Don’t be afraid.”

Everything around you is muted. Numb. Like your body is trying to fight a shock that you haven’t experienced since Order 66.

Buir. A tiny whisper, echoing in the back of your mind as a gentle hand rests on your shoulder. A flash of a child’s cry echoes in your ears as a blonde woman hands a baby into the arms of Obi-Wan Kenobi, the very man who had taken it upon himself to raise you. Safe. That whisper grows into the voice of your son. Your son is staring at you over Din’s shoulder and desperately trying to call your attention as your world comes crashing at your feet. Buir is safe.

That’s what he means. Since you’re not going to be looking over your shoulder and sleeping with one eye open anymore just because he’s in the same vicinity as you - such a powerful being inside this tiny body - now, you are safe for the first time since The Empire fell.

The fact Grogu puts your safety over his own makes your heart break.

“You’re losing a child.” It’s Bo-Katan’s voice that brings you back to reality. The gentle and foreign tone she’s using is enough to jar you and bring your focus back to the matter at hand: It’s time for Grogu to be with his- your people. “It’s alright to grieve.”

It is, but you can’t. Not right now.

You stumble forward and wipe at your eyes as you press your front to Din’s back. He’s very clearly overwhelmed by the loss of the baby, but that doesn’t stop him from nodding in thanks to Luke.

Goodbye, sunshine

Goodbye for now

Your anguish is replaced by a split second of joy as Grogu looks at you, waddles forward to cradle your leg against himself and say i love you through his Force Bond before he’s turning in the direction of the astromech who’s just rolled into view.

“May The Force Be With You.” But before Luke walks into that elevator, he casts one last look at you. It’s the same look he gave you before you’d left to make a life for yourself. To be your own person outside of the legacy of the Jedi that you’d been brought up in. “I’m offering you the same opportunity I did when you left, Y/N. You can help me in training The Child with the new Jedi Order I intend to build. There are many young Force Sensitives to find.” He holds out his free hand and tries to hide his smile as R2 beeps his approval. “A new world. Would you like to be a part of it?”

Through your Force Bond, you clearly feel Din’s heart drop right into his stomach and his chest tighten as reality hits him: You and the baby may be leaving him together. That would leave him alone for the first time in several years.. and Din doesn’t remember what he was like before he met the two of you, before he loved the two of you.

He doesn’t want to go back to being a ghost.

“I left you for a reason, Luke.” And just like that, the infamous Mandalorian masks his shock as you step backward and right into his hold, maneuvering your arm so as to take his hand within yours. “And I have no intention to leave my aliit. Not this time.”

Luke nods. It’s all he can do. “Very well. As I said, May The Force Be With You.’’

Grogu looks at the two of you as Luke carries him into the elevator.

Goodbye, brown eyes

Take care of yourself

It is so difficult to keep your composure as your son watches the two of you disappear from view. Your knees are already trembling by the time Din pulls you into his arms, and when the elevator doors close, you throw your head back against Din’s chest and let out a wail that shatters the silence following their departure as the two of you sink to the floor.

I have to go.. and leave you alone

But always know that I love you so

Din’s split second decision comes as he buries his face in your hair and whispers as gently as he is able, “Marry me.”

I love you so

Your eyes snap open to meet his own. Tear filled onyx meets your gaze as you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him - once, twice, three times until he’s open and begging and desperate for more of you - before pulling away to envelop him in the tightest embrace possible.

Oh... he’s so wholly and wonderfully yours.

“Yes.”

***

After

Bo-Katan approaches you as you stand in Slave One, knees brought to your chest and chin resting upon them as she kneels in front of you. You and Din haven’t said a word since you boarded the ship, and it’s a needed silence. You must have time to process your losses.

Why did I have to let him go?

“That pendant.” Bo-Katan whispers. “That pendant used to be in my family, Clan Kryze.” The former Princess of Mandalore tilts her head as your gaze remained focused on the cargo hold, eyes vacant as she continues. “It was mine. That pendant was mine and eventually passed to my sister, Satine. You know about Mandalore before the Empire, you know about Kenobi, you know about The Force.”

Your eyes slowly shift to hers.

“And?”

“I don’t think you’re from some backwater planet. I think you were born on Mandalore,” Her eyes soften, the first time you’ve seen her show any kind of humanity in the entire escapade since leaving the Cantina. You didn’t think she was capable of it. “I think Kenobi raised you wherever he ended up, and I think he was your Master. I think you are Mandalorian, little one.” Bo-Katan stands to her feet and hesitates for a brief moment before resting her hand against your head. “But I don’t know. I never will.”

Your entire body sags into her touch.

“Bo-Katan-”

“Be peaceful, little Jedi.” She stops before turning to look at you over her shoulder, flashing the faintest smile - one you swear you’ve seen before - before returning to her spot beside Koska.

Your eyes flutter as you fall asleep.

***

The End

In the quietness of a little room in an inn on Nevarro, he asks you again.

“What is the hardest part about letting go?”

And this time, you have an answer.

“The hardest part about letting go is knowing they’re somewhere out there in the world, away from you, and you still love them. Love them so deeply and so much that it hurts you to be away from them.” You trace the contours of his exhausted aspect, lightly poking the end of his nose just to see the toothy and bashful smile he flashes in response, and prop your head on your hand as you lightly trace his bicep with steady fingers. “You wanna know what the best thing to do is before you inevitably must let them make their own way?” Din hums his acknowledgement and opens his eyes to meet your own. “You love them. You love him..” You exhale slowly on a sigh and lean inward to press your lips to his forehead.

Din sinks into your hold and allows you to cradle his head to your chest. You bury your face in his hair and reach into your shirt to reveal the owl pendant.

“And you hope it’s enough.”

Hm. Maybe one day you’ll have the courage to tell her.

One day.

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Suitably Warm - A Jean Kirstein Fic

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: *Spoiler Alert* if you havent watched any AOT there is some death spoilers? Also *CW* Cursing, blood, gore?

You couldn’t remember how long you had been separated from the other scouts. Everything had turned into a whole mess once the squads had been directed to split up once the Colossal titan had appeared near the Trost district. You were assigned to be with Eren Jaeger’s group but you couldn’t exaggerate on how fast things went from bad to worse. The group had run into an abnormal titan within the first few minutes of patrolling the area. In which Thomas had gotten eaten in the process. You and the rest of your squad were staring at the scene in horror.

However, when Eren had run after the titan that had eaten Thomas, you only felt a clench in your gut that things were only going to get worse.The rest of the squad had gone after him, while you found your gear malfunctioning. The gas was not releasing on one side making it jerk you around. A slew of curses left your lips as you attempted to hit the gear in order for it to work with no avail. Mina had noticed you weren’t behind them and almost stopped to go back but you had waved her off. You had shouted to Mina to go on without you, and that you’d fix your gear and catch up to them later. After a brief nod from her you quickly got down from the rooftop to seek out shelter.

You finally broke into one of the abandoned buildings in the trost district and quickly threw your gear off in order to get a better look only to see that it was only your gas tank that was screwed on wrong that was causing it to malfunction. Quickly fixing the problem and hoisting the gear back on securely, you went to run out of the building when you heard loud footsteps. Freezing in place, you placed a hand over your mouth in order to distill any sound that would potentially come out of your mouth. Quieting your heavy breathing and listening very intently on the footsteps on the outside.

You felt your entire body wrack with nerves and wanted to do nothing more than to crumple from the fear. However, you managed to keep your composure and listened as the titan seemed to find something to distract itself from your location. Cautiously you slowly opened the door to the building and peaked your head out to see if you could see any other titan’s lingering. Thankfully they had seemed to clear from the area.

Immediately you launched yourself onto the nearest rooftop with your ODM Gear to get a better look at what was going on. Your eyes widen with fear as you had noticed Mina’s limp and bloodied half-eaten body laying in the middle of the alleyway in front of you. There was blood everywhere down the same way she was laying. You felt the bile rising up in your throat as you tried to keep your composure. You aimed your ODM Gear towards where Mina’s upper body laid and swept down to her. Her eyes were lifeless and you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks. What if you had just made sure your gear was good to go from the get-go instead of rushing after Eren like everyone else? Maybe she would still be alive.

As you continued to sob and blame yourself, you looked up and made eye contact with a titan walking towards you. Your face paled and you grabbed up Mina’s half- eaten body and fled a few blocks over. The titan was tight on your trail, chasing your flying body. You managed to gain some distance from the titan and crashed yourself and Mina’s body into a nearby second story window of another abandoned building. You slammed against a wall with great force and felt all the wind being knocked out of you. It was possible one of your ribs broke and you were definitely sure you injured your shoulder from the rough landing. However, you couldn’t just give up here, you had to get into a room where you and Mina’s body would be safe. You had to make sure there was a body to bury, especially since you felt at fault.

You hurried up with gasping breaths and dragged both yourself and Mina’s body into the hallway where there were no windows. You decided that you would wait until you heard a rescue group come around. You were in no condition to be swinging around on your ODM gear. You felt the vibrations around the house you had crashed into, knowing that the titan that was following you was probably not that far away.

You had to act quickly and you rushed yourself down the stairs of the house, desperately hoping that maybe there was a basement you could hide out in. Thankfully when you reached the bottom floor you noticed the trapdoor that led to a lower level basement. Even if a Titan were to breach the house, you would be safe in the confines of the lower levels of concrete. You tried to keep yourself as quiet as possible as if not to drag any attention to yourself, but you struggled to drag Mina’s body with you as you made it to the first level of the house. You heard sounds of a crash nearby and hurried your pace. Hurrying, you opened the hatch in order to get both yourself, and Mina inside. You closed the hatch and let out a few loud breaths. It felt like your lungs were on fire and that your shoulder was numb.

In between your ragged breaths, you kept an ear out to hear if anything was happening. You wanted to be sure that if anyone had come looking for scouts missing, that you’d be able to hear it.

…

You weren’t sure how long you had been in the basement of this abandoned building. Your nose had become adjusted to the smell of the blood that still lingered from Mina’s body. Your breathing was still ragged with your broken ribs, making you inhale sharply every so often. As stupid as it had sounded, you almost wanted to fall asleep and hope to wake up from this nightmare. When you went into training you hadn’t actually expected to fight titans so early on, and yet here you were. Your thoughts drifted back to when they were first forming groups to take care of the Titans that were overwhelming the trost district.

You looked over to Jean when the squads were being formed and felt extremely disappointed that you were not assigned to his squad. You knew that you two would get separated at times, but it didn’t make you less disappointed. While you both were part of the middle guard to take care of the titan’s, you knew that you couldn’t afford to be distracted by constantly looking at him.

Sure the two of you were really good friends, but you felt yourself grow deeper feelings for the abrasive man. The two of you had both recruited to be a part of the Military Police together, to have a nice and safe life inside the walls. It was almost a guarantee that you two wouldn’t see much action like the Scouting Legion did. “Get ready, we are deploying soon! Check your gear and get your supplies ready!” The head in command shouted. The recruits replied in unison and broke apart. However, Jean was over to you within seconds.

“They separated us.” He hissed angrily, glaring over at the head of command. You smacked his shoulder and he looked at you annoyed. “I can take care of myself, Jean. You were one rank above me in our graduating class. Don’t think you’re all high and mighty now.” You scolded him, making him smirk at you. “I know you can. Hell if it weren’t for Mikasa and Annie, I’d say you were the scariest female in the recruits right now.” He teased, making you stick your tongue out at him in a childish manner.

However, as fast as he was to tease you, his face turned serious. “You better keep yourself safe. I will come find you if you are missing.” He sternly said. You nodded your head and pushed his shoulder. “Same goes for you, loser. I’ll see you when this hellish nightmare is over.” You laughed, before heading over to your assigned squad. However, you couldn’t help but feel Jean’s eyes burning on the back of your head. You tried to be strong to not make him worry, but you were so nervous for this mission. Both of you hadn’t anticipated to be in this situation so soon. You could tell her was just as nervous as you were, so you didn’t want to add onto his worry by making him also worry about you.

Being so lost in thought and breathing in a methodical way had almost lulled your tired body to sleep - that is until you heard a shouting from outside. You quickly opened up the hatch of the basement to be able to hear it better.

You grimaced at the thought of potentially going out to risk your life, to help the life of someone else. However, you would do it in a heartbeat. You were only hiding to hopefully heal your body. “Y/N!” You heard your name being shouted, and you almost cried. Someone had noticed you were missing. The groups must have met up and searched for their missing comrades. You managed to pull Mina’s body out of the basement and up onto the ground floor so that when you were met with a higher up, you could tell them where her body was.

“Y/N!” You once again heard your name being shouted by a familiar voice, and it was getting louder. You hobbled your way over to the front door of the house and opened it quickly. As soon as you had exited the house and your eyes adjusted to the sun, you saw Jean Kirstein swinging through the street looking for you. Your eyes almost immediately flooded with tears and before you could shout to let him know where you were, he locked eyes with you. He redirected his ODM gear quickly and landed close to you. His feet hit the ground with urgency and he ran over to you, enveloping your body with his arms softly.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You scared the shit out of me.” He whispered in his tight hold. His body was suitably warm, probably from both fighting titans and from swinging around with his odm gear. It didn’t take you long before you had wrapped your arms around his body, nuzzling your face into his chest. Sobs wracked your body and he sat there and held you close to him. You had always been close to Jean. Hell, you were practically best friends with him. You were as attached to the hip to Jean as Armin was to Eren. “The titan’s got Mina.” You cried, shaking your head. “The titan’s got a lot of the new recruits.” He said grimly, his grip tightening around you.

“I’m so angry they separated us, as soon as I caught word that you weren’t with your squad I rushed to find you.” He whispered into your hair, stroking it with one hand. His grip around you was still tight and you felt so safe in the hell that was reality. “You have to be hurt if you have laid low all this time, I know how stubborn you are.” He stated, making you nod. You told him about how you crashed into the house after trying to flee an abnormally fast titan.

This only made the boy look more worried, especially when you told him about your conclusion about your broken ribs. However, that wasn’t what was bothering you, but the whole situation within itself. “Jean, are we ever going to live peacefully or are we always going to be fighting for our lives.” You cried, wincing at the pain in your lungs. “Regardless, I am going to make sure to protect you from now on.” He stated, pulling away from your embrace to pull you into his lips.

You felt the rising heat burn up to your cheeks and felt in shock that this was happening. You had to have fallen asleep while waiting for rescue. You inhaled through your nose and felt the sharp pain still in your lung. Nope. This couldn’t be a dream. You finally kissed him back after confirming that this was indeed not a dream, melting into his affection. When he pulled away you could see the blush dusting his face. “I’m starting to realize that I need to act on my feelings before it’s too late. If we’re both recruits for any of the Legions, we could lose our lives fighting. I don’t want to lose my life and not have you know how much I love you.” He boldly stated.

“Am I dead? Did I go to heaven? This can’t feel real.” You replied in awe and a scowl immediately rested on his face. “That’s all you have to say to me? I just confessed my feelings for you, we’re in the middle of battling titans, and you think you died?!” He shouted which made you laugh. “I love you too, Jean. Thank you for coming to find me.” You whispered, with tears in your eyes. The blush returned to Jean’s face, making you smile even though the situation was grim. “Let’s get back to the others before they send another search party for you.” He teased with a smile, in attempts to make you feel better. He extended his hand out for you to grab and you quickly took it, intertwining your fingers together. This might have felt like a living hell, but Jean made it feel just a tad bit normal in your moments together.

A/N: I’ll have you know that I legit rewatched this specific episode to make sure this all felt as cannon as possible. I hope you liked it, I know you are all expecting probably MHA or even Haikyuu but I promise I am trying to get things running. I hope you liked this 🥺

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