#bangs on the walls of my invisible prison

[timey-acey222]

tom looks really huggable. send post

[daryltwdixon]

Daryl Dixon x Reader blurb

Daryl arrives to Hilltop after escaping Negan's prison and sees you x

Content: fluff, emoshie af

author's note: sorry to make you the victim of my emotional wreckage today

gifs are mine

The ache of missing him would never truly leave you. It was always sitting heavy in your chest, sharp and unyielding, no matter how hard you tried to smother it. You’d carried it through endless nights, through mornings that felt emptier than the last, and through those small moments when you’ve turned, expecting to see him, wanting to tell him something... only to be met with silence.

So today, you made yourself get up and finally get on with it. You had to pull your weight at Hilltop, that much was made clear by Gregory. So, you're heading out with a steaming mug of tea in hand, ready to head over to the gardens when the gates creak open, but you don’t even glance up at first. It’s just another moment in the blur of endless survival. You step down from the trailer, boots hitting the dirt, your hand wrapped around the warm ceramic in your hand.

But when your eyes instinctively look for the source of the sound of footsteps, and you look up to see Jesus.

And then... then, you see him and the only noise is the rush of blood in your ears and the shattering of the mug on the ground beneath your feet. You freeze, your breath hitching, disbelief anchoring your feet in place.

Daryl.

He stands just inside the gate, still and silent, his body thin and battered, his hair hanging in messy, greasy strands over his face. He looks like a ghost, like a man you’ve been mourning for months but never truly buried. His arms hang limply at his sides, and his shoulders slump under some unbearable weight. His eyes—shadowed by his bangs—stay fixed on the ground.

Your heart lurches, and before you know it, your feet move on their own, carrying you toward him in a stumbling, desperate rush. Tears are filling your eyes, heavy and blurring, and you blink them away frantically, desperate to keep him in your sight. You don’t care about the people around you, the noise--anything. All you care about is him. Your breath comes in gasps, sobs building in your chest, but just as you’re about to reach him, you stop.

It’s like hitting an invisible wall.

You hover just a few steps away, your chest heaving, the reality of him so close it threatens to break you. He’s alive. He’s here. He’s here. Your lips tremble, your tears slipping freely down your face as you stand frozen, staring at him.

He lifts his head slowly, his bangs shifting just enough to reveal his eyes. The hollowness in them makes you ache, but it’s the slight quiver of his chin when he sees you that is your undoing. His lips press into a tight line, and for a moment, he just looks at you, his face a mask of pain that’s barely holding together.

Then his head drops, his bangs falling back over his eyes, shielding them from you as if he can’t let you see what’s underneath. But before you can close the distance, he moves. His head bows further, and he takes the last step himself, pushing into you with a quiet, desperate motion.

You catch him, your arms wrapping around him as his weight collapses into you. He’s shaking, his breaths coming in uneven gasps against your shoulder. You press your hand to the back of his head, your fingers slipping into his hair, gripping it gently.

A sob bursts from your chest, ragged and raw, and you clutch him tighter, burying your face into the curve of his neck. The relief you feel is so strong it's nearly painful. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make a sound, but you can feel the way his shoulders tremble, the way his fists curl weakly into the fabric of your shirt.

But then his knees start to give out, and you feel him sag against you. Your arms tighten instinctively, trying to keep him standing, but it’s no use. Your legs can’t hold the weight of both your griefs, and together, you sink to the ground.

Your knees hit the dirt, and he falls with you, his arms still locked around you as his head bows against your shoulder. You cradle him, pulling him even closer, and he lets out a sound—a broken, muffled gasp that’s somewhere between a sob and a breath. It shatters something inside you.

Your free hand slides to his back, your palm pressing firmly against the ridge of his spine. His shoulders shake harder now, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and you can feel his tears dampening the curve of your neck.

Your fingers tighten in his hair, grounding him, grounding yourself. You sob into the silence, your face buried in his shoulder, your body trembling against his. The dirt beneath your knees feels sharp, cold, but you barely notice it. All you know is the heat of him, the way he clings to you like you’re his only tether to the world.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, kneeling in the dirt with him wrapped in your arms. Time seems to stop, the weight of everything you’ve lost, everything you thought you’d never have again, pouring out of both of you in broken breaths and quiet tears.

And for the first time in months, you let yourself feel it all—the pain, the relief, the love. He’s here, and so are you, and in this moment, that’s enough.

[legobiwan]

More SM: RPG/SPM nonsense

The Bleck crew and Mario RPG gang are having a scuffle before they figure they're not on opposite sides (at least not to start with) - this takes place during the events of SM:RPG. The Bleck crew is looking for Culex (see THIS post for more information). The Mario gang's objectives remain the same - defeat Smithy - except that Luigi is along for the ride.

Luigi is creeping up on Dimentio on the far edge of this whole little confrontation as Dimentio, characteristically, is floating above the ground, noshing on his invisible tub of popcorn

Now, let’s assume Luigi is hot off his first ghost mission with E. Gadd and has specters-on-the-brain, meaning he associates floating beings with no visible means of lift (remember, the man is an engineer) with ghosts

But! Even better! The Poltergust (at least in its first iteration) has a subfunction in the strobe setting that illuminates the “heartbeat” of any ghost or undead being

And Luigi swears he sees the shadow of a heartbeat emanating from Dimentio’s chest and tries to suck Dimentio into the Poltergust

Of course, Dimentio is having none of this and snaps his fingers, trapping Luigi in a box (oh, the foreshadowing!)

Luigi panics, banging on the box walls, calling for his brother

“What an interesting little machine you have there,” Dimentio purrs, sauntering over to the wall of the translucent prison. “And who might you be, my quivering friend?”

Luigi only answers by yelling for his brother again ("Maario!! Help!")

Meanwhile, the fighting between the others has come to an uneasy truce, that is, until Mario sees Luigi trapped in a box.

“What did you do to my brother?” Mario yells, reaching into his sidebag for his last-ditch fright bomb. O’Chunks manages to catch this out of the corner of his eye, picking up Mario by the collar as he sprints forward.

“Where do ya think you’re goin, laddie?” O’Chunks asks, Mario dangling from his grip. In a fair fight, Mario would have a chance, but he’s sore, tired, and injured.

“Let my brother go, you clown!”

Dimentio puts his hand to his chest with a dramatic movement (of course he does, bastard man). “Such grievous insult delivered by such a small form. Ah, but your cheeks grow as rosy as your cherry-hued outfit, your flailing like that of a blindfolded octopus, lost in a labyrinthine tangle of seaweed.”

At this point, Mallow’s jaw drops open as he stares at Dimentio, utterly confused. “What?” is all he can muster.

Behind Dimentio comes the click-click of a weapon engaging. A moment later, two wooden fingers appear at Dimentio’s temple. “The man said to let his brother go,” Geno says, deadly serious.

Dimentio pauses, then laughs, turning to greet a stone-faced Geno with a wide smile. Geno makes no movement except to motion with his hand towards a terrified and still-trapped Luigi.

“Very well.” Dimentio responds, smiling, giving a lazy snap of his fingers, the box dissolving into nothing.

Luigi is trembling, gripping onto the Poltergust for dear life. Mario, of course, comes rushing over, asking his brother if he’s alright, checking him for injuries, muttering how he should never have brought his brother on this trip and basically mother henning him to death

This out of the way, the groups make their preliminary, if wary, introductions 

After Mario is distracted by something else, Dimentio sidles up to Luigi. “My most sincere apologies for my earlier actions. I did not mean to frighten you so.”

Geno is definitely watching from behind the bushes, creeping towards them as he DOES NOT trust Dimentio one iota

Luigi laughs nervously, telling Dimentio it’s fine (even though it most certainly wasn’t fine).

“I must ask, however,” Dimentio continues after a drawn-out, awkward silence (a silence Dimentio definitely was enjoying), “what you intent was with your…” Dimentio tilts his head in curiosity. “Vacuum device?”

Luigi hiccups. “Yeah, this. Well…it catches ghosts.”

Dimentio is surprised. Now Geno is lurking about a foot away from both of them. “Ghosts!” Dimentio exclaims. “Have you reason to carry such a machine with you at all times? Are the undead that common in this world?”

Luigi frowns. “No. Well, actually, yes. I mean, not here - not so far, at least. But…I have. In the past.”

Dimentio studies Luigi intently. “And you believed I was a paranormal presence. Thus the somewhat half-hearted attempt at reducing me to a bit of shag carpet.”

“You were floating,” Luigi shrugs.

“And that is the sole qualification to be a ghost? I dare say the undead have certainly loosened their requirements in recent years if that is the case.”

Now Geno is at Luigi’s side. Dimentio spares a brief, neutral look in his direction.

“That and I could kind of see your heartbeat,” Luigi mumbles, staring at the ground, embarrassed.

And now Dimentio is truly taken aback. “My…heartbeat?”

“Yeah. The Poltergust,” Luigi holds up the nozzle, “I mean, this machine. It’s…it’s a long, technical explanation. But there’s a function in it where it exposes the “heart” of a ghost, some kind of dark matter gravitational lensing.” Sees both Dimentio and Geno staring at him with a blank, confused expression. “Anyway, it’s not really a heart, of course, not the way we think of it. More like…a ghost’s connection to the living plane? In as much as they have the ability to take on a distinct form and manipulate matter.”

“Stardust recomposed into half matter,” Geno murmurs, looking disturbed by this information. “And when you’ve taken your captive, what then?”

“Depends,” Luigi answers. “The Professor - uh, the man who gave me this - has a container he uses to study the more dangerous specimens. Others he’s pressed into artwork. A kind of memorial.” Luigi looks off to the side. “Or prison,” he finishes, lamely.

“Wishes ripped from the fabric of the cosmos,” Geno says to himself, looking a bit ill.

“Does this machine illuminate all beings or just the dead?”

Luigi shakes his head. “Only ghosts. And I guess other undead or half-undead things. I haven’t really tried it out on anything else.”

“Hm,” Dimentio hums. “May I ask you to point your contraption in my direction again? Without, of course, the vacuum function.”

Luigi scrunches his face in confusion but does as he’s told. A moment later, hovering over Dimentio’s chest is the half image of a deep violet heart. Luigi's eyes go wide. “Are you dead?”

Dimentio gives a false smile and a bow. “No, only a magician. Master of dimensions and pleaser of crowds.”

“But,” Luigi protests, but before he can get the thought out, Dimentio lifts a hand, Luigi stiffening, Geno readying his finger guns. But all Dimentio does is give a tiny flick of his fingers, deactivating the Poltergust.

“And now? What do you see?”

Luigi stares hard at Dimentio’s chest, his jaw locking in place. His eyes go moon-wide, his gaze fixated on an invisible target above where the jester’s heart would lie.

“N- nothing,” Luigi finally grits, his voice breaking. “I don’t see..I have to go.” And Luigi skitters away, terrified because he absolutely saw something, the exact same thing he saw when the Poltergust was on and he doesn’t want to consider the implications of that.

Dimentio and Geno are no fools and know the man is lying. There’s something off about Luigi. Dimentio, of course, is thinking in terms of the Chaos Heart, weaving plans upon plans. Geno is disturbed by what dark magics could be at work, not only with the Poltergust, but with this seemingly innocuous man. A man who is his friend’s - his best friend’s, if he were allowed to have something like that - brother.

“You’re not dead.” Geno finally addresses Dimentio. “But nor are you fully alive.” 

Dimentio just smiles, floating upwards. “Nor are you.” Geno stiffens at that, but Dimentio just waves, “Ciao, my little wooden friend.”

[rocketturtle4]

Why is Akk So Relatable? A self-indulgent reflection.

Heyo so I once again, watched a BL series and related way too hard to a main character so it’s time to write an indulgently long post about said character so I can go back to sleeping normally!

(Previous installments were Arthrit and Tonhon) (@wen-kexing-apologist @plantsarepeopletoo if you wish)

This post is going to be a BIT LOT different from those posts because those posts were about the characters and their arcs and why they felt satisfying. This post is about Akk pulling out my personal self from high school and shoving that individual right in my face for 12 brilliant episodes so rather than leaving me with a vague feeling of being seen and understood, I am instead left with a whole lot of stirred up memories and emotions and so I have no idea where this is going.

Let’s GO

Building up Akks character in my head

In my projecting I feel like Akk probably built up his image of himself through middle school, he probably worked hard and had good grades, he wanted to go to a big school (possibly with Suppalo specifically in mind) and prove himself beyond his roots.

And then he got into it, he actually got in! (his parents are so proud!) and he was grateful and respectful and proud to wear the uniform and uphold the rules. His makes some friends, and these friends are happy to follow his rule abiding ways provided they indulge in some fun from time to time

And now he has authority and he puffs out his chest and uses it wisely because he’s important, because the teachers are relying on him, because his parents are proud of him. He’s doing good afterall.

[Ayan's Dad: "The head of student prefects. My boy!"]

He’s built up this image of who he is, not as a mask but as a genuine identity, He IS respectful and rule-abiding and confident and strong and so he NEEDS to maintain the order because the adults are TRUSTING HIM. (and his parents are proud of him).

And then what happens?

He wants something that's wrong (wrong to him, wrong to his image, wrong to his understanding of himself),

Wanting something is so dangerous to your own self image of (false) perfection. I remember wanting things in highschool, especially the last two years, things I believed I wasn’t supposed to want, things that people around me wanted, but they were teenagers, they had no self control, But I have self control, the adults TRUST ME, I don’t really want these things, If I want these things than all my adults will be disappointed because it turns out I’m just a teenager afterall.

And what does Akk want?

(for the record I am specifically framing the want as a what and not a who because in my context it wasn't a person)

Ayan

(who can blame him)

And then the cracks start to appear, not in his faith in the school, not yet, but in his own self image. Why does he want these things? (Can he have them?) What does wanting these things mean? (Is he bad?) If he takes them…(no don’t think of that).

Since I’m going full self-indulgent-head-cannon I am going to throw in the metaphor for self-falseness that I used in high school

I have erected a glass box around myself, the walls are clear to me and yet not to others, to others they show only the me I have created. Everybody can see into my box and yet no one can see me as I am. Only the perfect me is visible, only the good me, only the smart me, only the respectful me. The me banging on the walls of the glass prison I have erected is silent and invisible to everyone else. Why have I made myself silent? Why have I made myself perfect? and now that I have made myself this way…how can I unmake myself?

To unmake oneself can be the hardest thing of all.

Akk hurts me specifically, because while so many teenagers have a tough time for so many reasons it's normally depicted as so messy and unsure and there’s always these outside stressors on their self-image, or a lack of knowing who they are, and while the teachers in this show are ABSOLUTELY outside stressors that I will be talking about if this ramble ever winds that way, they’re not the primary maker for Akk’s sense of self. They’re a primary reinforcer, because in some ways they’ve stopped seeing him as a teenager, but they didn’t make him that way.

Akk’s pain is due to his internal identity crisis not for wanting something different from his parents or his friends but instead for wanting something different from himself

In this dichotomy of his OWN identity, the who he sees himself as vs the him who wants Ayan is the reason I don’t think I will ever be able to stop thinking about him.

I think the show did this really well (and also actually pulled a LOT of its punches (thank God)) because the thing Akk wanted, both wanted him back and could SEE HIM. Not the him through the box but the him IN the box.

Akk moments that emphasise this dichotomy

Because they’re rotting my brain

His moments with his parents (Original Identity)

[Ayan's Dad: I'll make him wear the uniform and take photos with you.] [Ayan: To make our family proud.]

His moment with Ayans Mum (New Identity) (with flavours of the old because there’s a lot of responsibility firmly tied in with this)

[Ayan's mum: Thankyou for taking care of Aye]

His moments with Mes (Old identity)

[Mes: Just believe in Suppalo's Rules]

He straightens his back in this scene, standing tall and proud at Mes' endorsement

His certainty that he’s bad under it all (new identity)

[Ayan: You know all the bad thing's I've done]

(compared to the perfect image the imperfect wanter must be bad)

His “idol” moment with Namo and the stuff in episode 9 too (old identity and new)

[Namo: Do you realise you've changed]

His teachers (ALL OF IT but here's some examples) (Old identity)

[Teacher Chadok: Then we will finally have peace] [Teacher Waree: This years prefects have performed the poorest of all in terms of controlling the school situations] [Ayan: I'll try harder] [Teacher Waree: Don't let down the one who chose you for the president title]

These moments were a sucker punch, especially in episode 10.

There's also all of Ayan gentle pushing, pulling, prodding and poking and he challenges Akk again and again, while also becoming his pillar of support. (New/changing identity)

There were way more but that's enough

Not with bang but with a whisper

With all this in mind I was fully expecting Akks complete breakdown to be a primary motivator for the curse of episode 11 to strike, I thought he’d be torn in two and lash out at Ayan who started it all.

But the show didn’t do this, and it wouldn’t retrospectively have been right to do so, because Ayan wasn’t passive, Ayan was something Akk already had and so his new identity was grounded and true.

Ayan successfully breaks Akk’s attachment to his perfect self by ripping the wool off Akk’s eyes about Chadok (he thinks it’s the truth anyway, kudos to Thua) and allowing Akk to fully chose Ayan, to choose his own real wants, to choose his own REAL SELF, even as he broke down over and over at this change because his self was still shattered even as Ayan helped make him whole again (not immediately, or perfectly but truly).

Even as it still took time after this to be able to say these things out loud. He could do it, and he could show his true self to the people who mattered.

[Akk's Mum: Whatever is repressed inside, say it.]

And that

It healed something in me.

[shadowphoenixrider]

The Rescue Gambit (4/5) Escape

(Previous: Rescue the Cajun)

"We gotta problem."

Gambit nodded to the prison door. Shadow turned to see it had been closed and locked, Drifting now a floating set of clothes pressed against the wall nearby, whilst Ebak stood at the cell door, red pipe wrench clutched tightly in his hand. On the other side there were at least two men pushing and shoving at it, rattling the lock holding it in place.

"Shit." Shadow cursed, climbing into a crouch. "How are you feeling?"

"Still a li'l rough, but my nose don't hurt and I can see properly." Gambit replied. "Be jus' fine." He smirked, pulling a card from his sleeve. "Want me to show 'em how it's done?"

"Not yet. We still got two others out there and we don't wanna get split up." Shadow pressed her hand to the comm. "Myst, Ber, do you read me?"

"Uh, yeah! I think they're starting to realise that the patrols aren't turning up" Myst replied anxiously. "We've locked ourselves in the office, but I don't think it'll be long 'til they figure out we're here!"

"Can you portal yourselves out of there and into the stairs down?" Shadow asked. "Kinda got a situation developing here and we need to bunch up, pronto!"

"I think I can, give us a minute, might take two trips."

"Quick as you can, Myst!" The door banged again, rattling loudly. Shadow's finger dropped away. "We got backup coming."

Kenneth groaned from his prone position.

"Fucks sake, of all the times he had to wake." Ebak growled.

"Probably means the rest are starting to come to - we've been here too long." Shadow swore, rising to her feet. Her gaze suddenly fell onto the large what she presumed was an AK-47 that the guard had dropped, only centimetres from his hands. "Shit. Drifting, the gun!"

"I got it petite, stand back!" Gambit cried. Drifting flattened herself against the wall as the Cajun let a glowing card fly. It sliced through the rifle like a hot knife through butter before it exploded, sending shrapnel flying.

The other guards gave a cry, before redoubling their efforts, the lock beginning to make a very unhealthy scraping noise with every strike they made.

"J is taking a while with his backup!" Ebak commented, backing up to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Gambit.

Shadow fumbled for her comm.

"Myst, hurry UP!"

The door shuddered violently, deforming slightly around the lock, the bolt screeching at the now rhythmic strikes that were being applied to it. Gambit fanned three cards between his fingers, lighting them up with hissing pink energy.

BANG! The door buckled more.

BANG! It groaned loudly.

BANG!

The bolt sheared in two and the door swung open, striking Drifting in the face, dropping her invisibility. The two guards tumbled in, swinging their guns around to point at the three mutants - thankfully the broken door shielded Drifting from view.

"Freeze! What the fuck have you mongrels done to Ken?" One of them snarled, the other going to check their friend.

They didn't get a chance to answer though, as suddenly a portal yawned open above the two men. With a blood-curdling roar, a huge bear crashed down upon them. Their wails of fear were quickly silenced by several slaps of its massive paws.

As the behemoth turned towards them, its wet black nose sniffing the air, Gambit stepped forward, putting himself between it and the other two mutants in the cell with him.

"Hey hey, it's okay." Shadow said, tapping Gambit's side. "That's Ber, he's one of ours!"

The Cajun looked at her, then back at the bear, who sat back on his haunches (looking decidedly more tame and smaller now), before looking back to Shadow.

"You have a bear?!" He exclaimed with such incredulity that Ebak started snickering.

The Ber bear offered an affirmative grunt, and as much of a smile a bear's lips and teeth could offer. But the true smile sparkled in his ice blue eyes - the only tell that he wasn't a 'true' brown bear.

"Sorry we're late!" Myst's cheery if not slightly shaky voice sounded out, and he poked his head through the door. "Took a few more jumps than I thought we'd need."

"Non mais, all dese people an' a bear jus' to rescue Gambit?" He turned to Shadow, flashing her a winning grin. "I'm flattered, chère!"

She couldn't resist smiling back, even as she rolled her eyes.

"Don't let it go to your head, Cajun." She remarked, glancing over to Myst, who was staring a little warily at Gambit. "Okay, quick intros - Gambit, the bear is Ber who I promise is actually a man sometimes, and this guy here is Myst, he summons portals. Very useful if he can see where to put them. Ber, Myst, this is Gambit. I've gotten him back on his feet, but we still need to get the Fuck outta here before the whole place falls on our head. Any questions?"

"Yeah, uh...You've got some interesting eyes, Gambit." Myst spoke, and immediately the Cajun rounded on him with a flirtatious smirk.

"Why thank you! Anythin' else ya no- OW!" Gambit yelped as Shadow sharply pinched his backside.

"What did I say about rizzing up my friends, Cajun?" She huffed, striding over to Drifting, who had become invisible once more. "You alright? You got hit pretty hard there."

Drifting's hand moved over her face - or at least, Shadow presumed that was what was happening.

"I'm okay." The other woman grumbled. "Just wish they'd knocked first."

"In fairness, they kinda were." Shadow replied. "Just a bit...violently."

Even invisible, she could tell her friend was giving her a withering look.

"If she's good to go chère, we better move." Gambit broke in, jerking his head towards the stairs. "Don' wan' get trapped down here."

"Right." Shadow nodded, taking command. "New plan, get out of here. Head back to that office we all came in from and out the window. Meet up with Lemming and get the hell out of here, preferably back to the Mansion." She looked over her friends. "Ber goes first along with Myst in case we need a quicker getaway, Ebak; bring up the rear-"

"No can do, Shadow!" Her brother shook his head, tapping his left ear. "I can't hear out this side, remember?"

"Lemme take back of de pack, chère." Gambit spoke, all tease from his tone gone. "Let ya brudder back up de bear an' keep ya safe."

For a split second, black brown eyes met black and red, a flash of rapport and understanding passing between them.

"Alright. But don't you even think for a second about sacrificing yourself for the rest of us." Shadow said, marching up to him and prodding his chest. "We didn't go through all this to get you out just to lose you again." To her horror, she felt tears threatening to well up, the tell-tale heaviness entering her voice despite how hard she fought to keep it level.

Gambit's eyes softened, covering her hand with his and pressing it hard against his chest, against the steady beat of his heart.

"We gettin' out of here," he said. "All of us."

A squeeze of her hand before he stepped back, reminding her of the present. Shadow took a steeling breath, Ebak thankfully picking up the reigns.

"Ber in front with me, Gambit keeping a watch on our rear." He spoke, gesturing. "Myst, Drifting and Shadow will stay in the middle."

Chorus of affirmatives and nods, and the group gathered together, Ber leading them up the stairs behind his massive furry bulk.

He nosed open the door on the ground floor, sniffing the air. He grunted, beckoning with a paw, and the group quickly bunched up behind him into the corridor. There were no alarms sounding, but there was definitely tension in the air, one that had Shadow wishing she'd actually suited up and brought her sword with her, so at least one of them was equipped for the fight they might face.

They were just passing by the security office when someone yelled out behind them. Shadow barely had time to even catch Gambit's quick movement, only his shout of: "Fous-toi!" and the explosion that sounded out.

"Move!" He barked, and Shadow relayed the order:

"GO!"

The group didn't need telling thrice, and Ber barrelled straight into the door of the unused office across the way, Gambit covering their retreat with a fan of glowing cards, their detonations making the building shudder. The window was still ajar, and Myst pushed it open, the sound of a blaring klaxxon spilling into the room.

"We've been rumbled." Ebak grunted. "We'll hold the door, go!"

Drifting hopped out first, followed by Myst, then Ebak. Shadow came next, caught by her brother and Drifting. Gambit's lithe form was second to last, and he rolled gracefully on the landing, flashing a smile.

"Back up, bear comin' through!" Was about as much warning as they got before Ber burst through the window, glass shards spilling everywhere as the mammal came down heavily on his paws, panting.

"Well that was slightly dramatic!" Myst declared.

"Have you tried to squeeze a bear through an office window?" Drifting asked dryly.

"Shadow, we got a place to go?" Gambit cut in.

"Yeah, a friend isn't far, we can pick him up and get your bike-"

"MUTANT INTRUDERS DETECTED. INITIATING NEUTRALISATION PROCEDURES."

Her blood ran cold.

The klaxxon was drowned out by the roof of the warehouse splintering apart as a Sentinel burst through, the red lights of its eyes catching them in its baleful glare. Shadow had seen Sentinels before, but only in the Danger Room's simulations, and despite Beast's efforts, nothing could have prepared her to see one in its metal flesh. It seemed impossibly large and daunting, a behemoth constructed in the image of her annihilation.

She and her compatriots froze in astonished fear, the world briefly pausing for several long seconds. Drifting suddenly winked into view, even Ber seemingly shrinking in the face of the horror you hoped never to see.

Merciless red eyes bored into them. There was no hatred behind them, only the cold chill of programming.

Somehow that was worse.

"SURRENDER, MUTANTS." The Sentinel announced, snapping Shadow back to reality, her training kicking back in with the ease of a car changing gears. She spun on her heel; her friends were still caught in mesmerised terror, mice beneath the fangs of a colossal serpent.

"Shadow!" Gambit bellowed, extending his staff. "Get ya portal guy an' get outta here!"

"What?!" She rounded on him. "I said I wasn't leaving you behind again!"

He shook his head quickly.

"Things changed, chère! You know only I and maybe de bear can handle dis! 'Sides, don' want dis followin' us back to de Mansion!" He glanced back to her, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Promise I be comin' home, chère. I mean it."

Shadow's lips trembled, wanting to argue but knowing in her heart he was right.

"You fucking better, Remy!" She snapped, no longer caring if her voice was full of tears.

Gambit twisted around, and suddenly his arm was around her waist and his lips were pressing into hers. It was hard and urgent, and ended much too quickly as he pulled away, eyes of midnight and blood gazing into hers.

"I promise, mon ombre." He murmured.

Movement out of the corner of their eyes had him stepping away, hurling a fan of glowing cards at the Sentinel as it raised hand to fire, knocking its aim askew. "Go!"

Somehow his cry shattered the trance the others had been ensnared in, and Myst quickly pulled a portal open. It didn't take much coaxing for Drifting to go through, but Ebak resisted when she tugged at his sleeve.

"I can help, my wrench-"

"Not unless you're up close or Gambit has it charged." Shadow shook her head. "It has scanners, El - it'll lock you down and you won't be able to escape. Go, I'll be right behind you."

Ebak's lip curled, and he swore, shooting a look at Myst.

"Don't close this portal until Shadow's through," he said, his tone like a knife wrapped in silk. Myst nodded, and Ebak gave Shadow one last, pointed look before he stepped through as well.

Ber moved over, gently headbutting Shadow and uttering a soft puffing snort.

"You stay safe, big guy." Shadow said softly, rubbing over his furry head, gazing into ice-blue eyes. "Bring my Cajun back to me."

An affirmative grunt, and Shadow stepped up to Myst. "They're going to cover our escape." She explained. "We better go."

He nodded. She spared one more look at Gambit as he flipped elegantly away from an energy blast. She pressed a hand to her chest and uttered a soft prayer to whatever gods were listening, before she and Myst crossed the shimmering maw, and it closed behind them.

---

"Allons! Have to be faster den dat, tin can!" Gambit taunted, dodging another volley the Sentinel fired his way.

He didn't know what it was about this one, but it seemed to lack the cruel, simple efficiency of the others he'd faced. It hesitated more, its weapons systems were lacking, and if not for the occasional fleeing shape of guards away from its massive feet, Gambit could have mistaken this for one of Shadow's training sims.

Whether that was because Master Mold was long destroyed or whoever was behind these ne'er-do-wells had salvaged a Sentinel that wasn't quite working right, the Cajun didn't really have time to ponder.

Letting fly the last few cards in the first deck he'd brought to this place to distract the robot, Gambit skidded to a halt next to the bear that Shadow had called...Ber. Not the most imaginative name he'd ever heard, but then again, 'Shadow' was an odd choice for a woman who could heal by 'speaking' to cells.

"What would you rather I be called, Cajun? Mitosis?" Her voice echoed in his head, the way her dark eyebrow had arched up at him faint in his mind's eye, his lips tingling with the hurried kiss they'd shared moments before.

You came for me, mon ombre. I'll come back to you.

"Alright, fuzzy." He flashed the bear a winning smile. "Ya ready for dis?"

Ber uttered a huffing growl and bobbed his head in a motion that Gambit took as a 'yes'. Was it his imagination, or had Ber gotten bigger than the last he'd seen of him? He dismissed the thought, glancing back at the Sentinel starting to stomp towards them.

Looking back to Ber, a wild idea burst up in Gambit's head. Oh, he had to - he might never get the opportunity to do this again.

He patted the beast's fuzzy side gently.

"Fancy takin' Gambit for a ride?" He asked, grinning widely.

Ber bared his teeth in the closest approximation of a smile his form could give him, but Gambit saw the true smile in his eyes. Ber crouched to let Gambit spring onto his back, straddling his middle with ease. Ber's brown fur was thick and soft, but the Cajun felt his muscles ripple under him as the bear raised up, squaring down the Sentinel approaching.

Gambit took a handful of fur to steady himself, leaning forward with his staff held perpendicular to his body, his kinetic energy burning eagerly under his skin.

"Mais," he breathed, Ber's rounded ears flicking. "Let's show dis bunch o' scrap why it shouldn't mess wit us, eh?"

Ber reared up, letting out a bellowing roar that made Gambit laugh with delirious excitement before he charged. The robot seemed to hesitate, as if it somehow couldn't quite believe there was several hundred pounds of very angry mammal with teeth and claws bearing down on it, but soon it began to fire on them.

Despite Ber's bulk, he gracefully jinked and dived out of the energy blasts that crashed around them, Gambit leaning into each feint. Kinetic energy poured into his staff, and he hopped up to balance on the bear's back, his body humming with his power. To his surprise Ber began to increase in size, fur and muscle shifting under his feet as his mount grew from car-sized to that of a semi truck.

"Sapristi!" Gambit breathed. "You are full of surprises!"

The Sentinel decided to change tactics, and stepped forward, pulling its arm back in preparation to slap them aside. Gambit's staff flared bright and he hurled it at the robot's chest. It went straight through, detonating inside with enough force to stagger it. Ber roared, diving forward, and Gambit took that chance to spring off his back. The giant bear crashed into the Sentinel, massive claws tearing into the metal and toppling it over.

Gambit somersaulted in the air, sending a rain of hissing cards down with a flick of his wrist. They thudded into the Sentinel's head in quick succession, and Gambit ploughed in straight after, heel crunching down on the metal with all the force he could muster.

A shadow fell over him and he glanced up to see the giant's hand reaching for him. A bellow shattered the air and Ber smashed it aside with a mighty headbutt, twisting around to sink his jaws into the metallic flesh, the steel and alloys giving way with an angry screech. Gambit looked down at the single remaining red eye beneath him, the light flickering rapidly as the Sentinel clung to 'life'. The Cajun smirked, pressing his hands flat to its shattered face-plate. His power surged from him, lighting the Sentinel's head in a bright pink.

"ERROR. ERROR. INTENSE ENERGY READINGS DETECTED. ERROR." It sounded out beneath him.

"Bonne nuit!" Gambit cried, giving his power just that little extra push before he back-flipped away. The Sentinel's head exploded in a pink fireball, the shockwave propelling Gambit to a skidding stop nearby. Ber loped over to him, pressing his giant wet nose into Gambit's face as it to check for injuries.

"Hey hey, stop dat! Gambit fine!" He pushed the bear away, struck now by how gentle Ber was being despite the utter carnage he'd caused only seconds ago.

Shouting sounded out and Gambit looked up to see the remnants of the guards were starting to appear, nervously clustering around the fallen body of the Sentinel and half-heartedly pointing rifles in their direction. Ber snarled, turning towards them. The guards hesitated, shrinking back. Ber slammed his paws on the ground and charged forward with a bellow, and they finally scattered, screaming.

As he trotted back with his head held high, a portal opened behind them, and Myst's face popped out.

"You all done?"

Gambit glanced back at the warzone, then back to Myst.

"Yeah, we done here." He nodded. "Let's get back home."

(Previous: Rescue the Cajun)/(Next: Home Safe)

[akariarda]

Will you ever stop breaking my heart ,all over and over again...

EPISODE 10

Ep9 While Lloyd and Skylor face off against Garmadon, Misako has trouble saving Pixal.

"You hide ." Lloyd mumled to Skylor. "I'll distract him and then you touch him."

Skylor nodded silently and became invisible (thanks to her encounter with Mr. Pale earlier).

"Where are you hiding?" Garmadon called Lloyd.

"I'm here, father." Lloyd stepped out bravely from hiding to face Garmadon.

Suddenly, Lloyd felt overwhelmed with emotions because of everything his mother had told him. He could still be a good person...

"So, you have come to me..." Garmadon laughed softly. "And what about the red-haired one?"

"She's in the other corridor." Lloyd swallowed, they couldn't afford to fail...

Skylor suddenly stopped moving. She couldn't make a sound, she couldn't breathe... So close to touching him.

"You came to fight?" Garmadon looked fiercely at Lloyd.

"Not in the way you think." Lloyd gave him a dangerous look.

~~~~~~

"Nanananana." Ultra Violet giggled foolishly as she tinkered with something around Pixal.

"This could end well. When I restart this robot and make it my servant..."

Misako heard in the nearby room. She entered to see Pixal unconscious, hooked up to several devices.

"Hang in there." Misako whispered to her and sneaked into the room.

"...I'll be done soon..."

Misako listened to Ultra Violet's babbling as she tried to find something heavy.

"I'll make you the most powerful ninja robot servant..."

Ping!!

"Nice try." Misako said to Ultra Violet, lying on the floor after being hit with a wooden box.

"You..." Ultra Violet looked at her disdainfully. She tried to get up, but Misako tied her up.

"Now you will tell me how to bring Pixal back." Misako stared at her sharply.

"Just hope for it." Ultra Violet mocked.

"It's just a matter of time before one of my people comes. Then you'll be back in prison. I just need to shout a little louder...ahgga."

Ultra Violet tried to say something, but couldn't because Misako stuffed a cloth into her mouth.

"Hang in there Pixal." Misako said and approached the computer.

Everything was so messy... she had no idea what to do.

Probably didn't have much time either..

~~~~~~

"Come on, attack me!" Garmadon called Lloyd.

"I won't." Lloyd replied dangerously.

"Then I will!" Garmadon smirked and tried to hit Lloyd with his powers.

"I can not fight you, but I can resist you." Lloyd said as he dodged Garmadon's attack.

Garmadon attacked fiercely, and Lloyd resisted with the same words.

"I can not fight you but I can resist you."

"Got him!" Skylor appeared behind Garmadon.

"Good yob, Skylor!" Lloyd exclaimed joyfully.

"You!" Garmadon yelled and tried to hit Skylor with his powers.

"Oops..." Skylor awkwardly dodged.

"Now I have you." Garmadon shouted and unleashed his powers again.

"No!!" Lloyd shouted and jumped on Skylor.

They both lay on the floor when they heard a BANG!!

When Lloyd turned around, he saw that part of the wall had broken off.

"You go, I'll hold him back." Lloyd told Skylor as they stood up.

"How will you hold me back if you can't fight me?" Garmadon laughed.

"Sure?" Skylor raised an eyebrow.

"Someone has to stop the Colossus." Lloyd insisted.

"Let's go!" Lloyd yelled and hit Garmadon, who clearly didn't expect it.

"Aghh!" Garmadon yelled and grabbed Lloyd by his gi.

"Let me go." Lloyd resisted as long and hard as he could, but it was useless.

He looked behind Garmadon and was relieved to see that Skylor had left.

"It's over, son." Garmadon spoke in a creepy voice.

He led him to the edge of the wall he had broken earlier.

Lloyd couldn't see down, but it was obviously very high, they were almost at the top of the tower.

"I'm doing everything I can to believe that this isn't you." Lloyd calmly spoke to Garmadon as he felt the wind blowing against his back.

"Grrr!" Garmadon growled and just as Lloyd had accepted that he would be thrown from the tower, he changed direction and threw him into the corridor.

"Get up and fight." Garmadon said and tried to hit him again with his powers.

"I can not fight you but I can resist you!" Lloyd repeated the same words.

~~~~~~

"Ultra Violet!" Someone from the hallway. "Where are you?"

Harumi. Misako cursed under her breath.

"What now?" She looked despairingly at the buttons.

She knew a lot about mechanics and was almost done, but she just couldn't figure out the last step.

If she messed this up, it could be fatal for Pixal.

"Red or yellow?" Misako tried to think of something as Ultra Violet tried to call Harumi.

"Shut up..." Misako whispered to her softly, but she knew it was no use.

"Let it be red." Misako closed her eyes and cut the red wire.

Soon she heard Pixal moving.

"Misako?" She said slowly, as if waking up from a long sleep.

"Thank God, Pixal." Misako exclaimed happily.

"What's happening?" Pixal asked in her robotic voice.

"What?" Harumi looked puzzled from the door.

EPISODE 11

[concreteechoes]

The Deuces

The Deuces

Pavlov was really onto something. The brain is a creature of habit, an obedient machine trained by repetition, responding without question, without hesitation. In prison, conditioning is survival.

Here, they call them "Deuces." I don’t know where the term comes from, and honestly, I don’t care. All I know is that when an officer hits that body alarm—when the wail of panic cuts through the stagnant air—every single person in here reacts.

It doesn’t matter why it goes off. A fight. A stabbing. A body seizing up from too much fentanyl. It could be anything. But the moment the deuces hit, the energy shifts. A current of tension snaps through the block, invisible but undeniable, like the second before a lightning strike.

First, the body reacts. Get down. Get back. Move. No one has to tell us; we already know. We’ve done it a thousand times. It’s muscle memory now—like dogs salivating at the sound of a bell. We drop, we freeze, we wait. Some guys mutter curses under their breath. Others just close their eyes, already resigned. Because we know what’s coming.

Then, the real hit—the one inside your head.

See, prison is about rhythm. The mind clings to patterns, desperate for predictability. Wake up. Count time. Chow. Rec. Count time again. Maybe a letter from the outside. Maybe not. But it's something. A framework to hold onto, to keep from spiraling into the abyss of too much nothing.

Then the deuces go off, and it all crumbles.

That sound isn’t just noise; it’s a fucking omen. It means lockdown. It means hours—maybe days—trapped in a cell no bigger than a gas station bathroom, the walls creeping in, your own thoughts turning against you. It means silence thick enough to choke on, except for the occasional screams echoing down the tier, someone banging on a door, the guards stomping past, their radios crackling with bad news.

The first 48 hours are the worst. That’s when your brain fights back, still reaching for a routine that no longer exists. You feel it in your gut, that hollow, twisting thing that makes you want to scream or punch the walls just to remind yourself you’re real.

The deuces do that.

They shatter whatever fragile sense of normal you’ve managed to build in this place.

They make sure you never get comfortable.

For people on the outside, a phone ringing at 2:45 a.m. is dread. It’s bad news before you even pick up. A movie soundtrack builds tension with a low, crawling hum before the killer strikes. That’s the deuces for us. But worse. So much worse.

Even now, as I sit here, writing this, my ears are tuned to the air, waiting. Always waiting. The tension never leaves. It’s like a water balloon swelling under a faucet—expanding, stretching, until it just can't hold anymore. That split second before it bursts? That’s what it feels like.

Every second of every day.

Waiting for the deuces.

[fateinifty]

Our story begins with a young child named Enro. He grew up in an orphanage. From the time he was born, they found him in a carriage held by his mother. A young girl the same age as him walked up to him. She had dark red hair that stood out. She had different colored eyes—her right eye was blue, and the other was brown. Everything about her, including her pale skin, was filled with bruises. She asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

He had never asked himself that question. "I don't know."

"Well, I want to be a knight of the order so I can protect people," she said.

He thought to himself, what a noble cause. "Since you don't have a dream, once we get out of this orphanage, let's become knights of the order and protect people," she continued.

Enro thought about it. "Yes, I'd like that."

The next day, Enro thought about how nice the girl was and realized he had never asked for her name. He planned to ask her that day, but she was gone. Enro looked all over for her. She had been sold by the owners of the orphanage. Enro was reminded of the sick truth: they were truly alone in this orphanage. They were nonexistent to others. They could be gone just like that, and nobody would even cry. But he cried. He knew they existed. He knew they were important, but they were invisible to the world. They had dreams and aspirations. What did they do so wrong to be kept in this prison? But now, Enro had found his purpose: to bring justice to her forgotten dream and become a knight of the order.

While he slept, he heard screams. He looked outside to see the Ignicel cultists, who had no purpose but to kill. He had to run; he had to survive. He couldn't let her dream die. The cultists were in the building. He heard the screams of children. He ran out into the hallway, seeing a cultist.

"We found one here!" the cultist shouted.

He ran and ran, the cultist chasing after him. He didn't want to die. But he couldn't run forever. He grabbed a small iron rod and hid behind a wall. When the cultist approached, he struck him in the jaw, disorienting him. He struck him once more, knocking the cultist to the ground. Enro grabbed the cultist's dagger and hid behind a cabinet on the floor, hoping nobody would find him. Tears filled his eyes as he saw children being kidnapped.

He knew his spot wasn't too safe, so he ran to the closest room and put a cabinet at the door. He was in the nursery. There was one other child there, crying and holding a baby. He heard banging at the door and looked for a way out. He ran to the child, a boy two years younger than him. He grabbed his hand and headed for the window, running as fast as he could to the woods. He couldn't die—not yet. He had to stay alive.

Holding the dagger in hand, a cultist saw them and gave chase. They kept running and running. The boy, holding the baby in one hand, couldn't keep up and fell. Enro picked him up and hid behind a tree, his breath heavy. He could hear the cultist right around the tree. He grabbed the dagger and slashed at the cultist's arm. The cultist punched Enro to the ground. The child cried and cried.

The cultist was distracted, and again Enro went in for a cut, grazing him. “You brat,” the cultist snarled, slamming Enro to the ground and holding a knife to his throat. The child threw a rock at the cultist, hoping to save Enro. Enro pushed the man off, punching him. The cultist got up and was about to kill Enro, but suddenly he was slammed to the ground. “I can't move. What is this?”

Enro grabbed the child and ran for safety. They ran far away and set up camp at the bay of a river.

“Why did you help me?” the child asked.

“I don't know,” Enro replied.

“Thank you, mister.”

“My name is Enro. What's yours?”

“My name is Ken. This baby here is Light; he's my baby brother.”

He could see the pair shivering. “Let's set up a campfire.”

“Okay,” Ken agreed.

Enro held the boy’s hand and offered to hold Light as they walked. “Do you need help with him?”

“No, it's okay,” Ken said, holding on tight to his brother. They walked around, looking for sticks and logs, and placed them near the bay. Enro could hear Ken's belly rumbling. Once they got enough logs, they now had to worry about food. They looked all around, only finding snakes. Eventually, they found a kady, a small creature that relied on the trees to stay alive. Enro used the dagger to climb up the trees and grabbed the creature from behind. They went back to the river where they lit up their campfire. They huddled together for warmth.

“Ew, this tastes nasty,” Ken complained.

“It's the only thing we have, Ken.”

“Wahhhhh,” Light cried.

“Dear, dear Light, everything's going to be okay,” Ken comforted his brother.

They had both fallen asleep. Enro put his hands over them. Maybe they could be a family; they could be the love they never experienced. The night came and went. The next morning, they kept moving. They couldn't risk the cultists catching up to them.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

Series Masterlist

"Medusa... You should stop..."

"Shut the hell up, woman, and let me find a way!"

Sighing at the way she was banging on the outer part of your prison, you shook your head at her stubborness but couldn't help the flutter of your heart at how she was casting spells to set you free, or at least make it weak enough for you to get away, but Desire and that nightmare made sure nothing and no one would set you free.

She huffed in annoyance at what they had done to you, but she pitied you too... The last she remembers you, you were so strong that even Zeus and other gods had bowed in front of you, begged you to not kill them. You were merciless, strong, powerful enough to shake the whole universe yet...

You were treated like an animal... like a whore.

And she remembers your joyous, not so much for her, wedding. She could still remember the happy glint in your eyes and how content you were... What hurt her the most was the fact that the being that was blessed to have you seemed like he didn't even care about you, always looking somewhere else and maybe, you saw yet didn't comment on it or was just pretending to be happy but, the sad smile you wore haunted her more than she wanted to admit.

All in all, the one that she despised so much for having you, the one being that left a bitter taste on everyone's mouth wasn't even here to save his own wife.

"And where the hell is that husband of yours? Surely, he must know-" Medusa was cut off from pouring her venomous words when you spoke your next words lifelessly, shocking her and making her heart shatter at how severe this situation was.

"I don't know, fucking around somewhere else or something... probably..." you muttered weakly, not having enough power to talk or argue with your... ex-wife who was trying to save you, who wore a surprised look at how you seemed small behind that invisible wall, someone who used to always tease her and be playful all the time even in serious times.

She stopped what she was doing and just lowered her hands slowly, understanding the meaning and the pain behind your words. She looked you up and down, and bent down to see your eyes. The eyes that held many stars when she first met you at the beach of her home, the eyes that had an excitement not expected from a princess like you.

They were such beautiful days, she thought bitterly. You always achieved to make me feel strong, make me feel beautiful in your eyes. What did he do to destroy all that life you had? All the things you were, Y/N?

"Y/N... Please, look up... I need to see that you're still-"

"People think I'm not aware of my surroundings since I'm captured but the thing is, I've never been conscious of something that much... He is free, and didn't even come to look for me... You were right, Medusa... Happiness is something I don't deserve..."

Feeling the bitterness of her words, the ones she had yelled at you after what happened to her and broke your marriage, Medusa felt her eyes swell with tears and she slithered to where you were hanging and even if her hands wouldn't be able to touch yours, she layed her green and slightly clawed hand flat on the prison that held you. Calling out to you sternly, you were shocked to see that she was smiling with tears inside the eyes you complimented many times.

" What I said that day... Everything I blamed you for, wasn't your fault. It was only that asshole's for deceiving both you and me and I'm so sorry for realizing this after so long we... we..." she gulped hard and laughed humorlessly while wiping her tears.

"I will not give up on you, you hear me? Even if it takes ages, I will free you and we'll talk later... Your soul called out to me and I'll personally face off that supposedly husband of yours and... We will fix everything up, and mourn for our loss..."

The determined look on her face and how her lips pulled up to reveal her reassuring smile, you felt something stir in your chest. To see someone you thought that hated you, someone who you guessed moved on... here, trying everything to free you, to be with you when even the closest ones didn't come...

I should have never left that day... I was a coward and let something as beautiful as her slip away...

Badump...

"So, Queen of 9 Realms, the Goddess of Life and Creation... You better pull your shit up and get ready because when you get out, you will show everyone who you really are!" And the final grin she sent your way and the soft hissing of her snakes set a new flame inside you to fight even more, and to face the ones who betrayed you.

Your brother Hod, your friend Heimdall and... Your husband who didn't come to you even when you asked him to...

You would show him and everyone to why every being would never dare to hurt the Heart of Asgard and face with your wrath.

"How did you find me?"

Hod turned to look at where Johanna was speaking, only to see the same cloaked form in front of him after the human was able to get away from the Dream Lord. He wouldn't say it, but he was impressed at how quick she was on her feet.

"You were dreaming... And the pull I had with my wife lead me here..."

"Yes... The god who was possesing her body. Really, though, don't you feel weird by having a body but also not?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hod leaned his back over the wall behind him while Morpheus was watching him with careful eyes and a distain only reserved for those who wronged him. "He has no regards to those close to him... He doesn't care about the consequences-"

"I don't remember if she asked you, Dream... And don't talk like you know everything about us." said Hod with a warning hiss while he was looking away from the window in Johanna's room. He felt, caged, like a bird trying and failing each time it wanted freedom. He realized that, with Johanna being rude and watching other humans do any kind of bad deeds, he was right on hating them.

Besides, Johanna was no different than them. She said she cared about those around her, that she wasn't like the others he had seen when she got away from Morpheus and entered her flat.

But he knew what she had done to Rachel, and even if it was to protect her... Little did she know, it all meant nothing.

But hoping that he was wrong for one, at that time, just a few hours ago, he only asked one simple question only for it to be not answered.

"Then why don't you free me?"

Though he understood that he was the one threatening her with killing her and other humans, but the spell didn't contain shackles and he would be just fine inside a circle, just... He just didn't want to remember the painful memories of his childhood.

The ones that included his father beating him and his sister always sticking up for him.

"Anyways, he came for the pouch so... You better give it, Johanna. He has a bad record of people who ended up in a certain place because they didn't do what he asked them."

Glancing between you two, Johanna just sighed and got up to look for it, after Morpheus promising her that the nightmare wouldn't be a problem, leaving both men with each other.

"What have you done to my wife? If there is someone who would know, it's you..."

Morpheus came closer to Hod, your body. Everything was the same with you, same eyes, same look, same nose, same slight freckles-a result of your powers-... It was just the soul that wasn't the same.

Hod gave a slight huff at his question, muttering inside his mind a as if I'd tell you, and just grinned wolfishly at him. "I don't know~"

"Don't you dare lie to me... You and I both know that you are in no shape to stand against me..."

"And? You are forgetting that you also are in no shape to hurt her body, it would bring pain on both of you... After all, when a soulmate is hurt, so is the other~"

Morpheus felt his blood boil at how careless he was, not even worrying about you when he always talked about you as if you were important to him. And by how his eyes were shining with mischief, he just knew that he had a finger on your disappearance.

Before he could have walked up to him, Johanna sticked her head out from the corner, telling them to chill and make Hod follow her to help with looking for the sand when the word "soulmate" peeked her interest.

"Wait, so soulmates are real?"

"Of course they are, though I don't which one is which humans... But the fact that an Endless even has one is a miracle." He scoffed at the look of bewildrement on her but she chose to continue the talk.

"Why though? I mean he is a being too, right? Isn't it normal?"

"It might have, if she wasn't a mortal..."

"What's that supposed to mean? She is a goddess therefore she is... immortal?"

Johanna exclaimed nervously, not understanding what it meant to both the Endless and the god before her.

On the other hand, Morpheus felt his blood run cold at what Hod said with a sad glint in his,your, eyes. He always knew that you were a mortal who just had a longer life than normal humans, and he always chose to believe that it was a blessing. A blessing to love you, meeting you and having kids with you, with all that happened on the way...

But maybe it wasn't as much of a blessing it was to you.

It was no secret that he had previous lovers before you, and he even had an ex-wife. It was all before you were born and reached maturity and as soon as he felt the bond between you two, when you were born, he already committed himself to you fully.

And he remembered the day vividly.

You were sleeping in your crib, letting out soft coos and giggles which brought a soft smile to his cold face and his icy eyes melted at the soft baby that was craddled with the softest silks. He never said it- Lucienne saw him once making grabby hands back at a baby in his realm who was doing the same to him, though he made her keep her mouth shut- but the sight of you, squirming and giggling in your dream made a pleasant feeling spread in his chest, feeling happy that you were happy. He knelt down beside your crib, caressing the soft yet short locks of your hair and the chubby cheeks that seemed so cute, he watched you grab his hand in your sleep which made him coo at your form as well.

Drifting his eyes away from you, he looked at all the lavishing things you had in your room, yet none was enough for you and the precious soul you had. He knew that you were his soulmate, something he thought he would never have, but now that the higher beings granted him, an Endless, with a soulmate to be one with, to rule and love, a great gift that had never been given to any Endless before, he knew he had to give you something that would show every being that you were protected by him all times so, with little to no hesitate, he took out the little ruby necklace he prepared by his hands, the one he crafted with all he had to offer.

Kissing your little forehead and getting up to attend his duties, he shushed your form that was now laying awake and looking into his stormy eyes with a curious tilt of your head. Chuckling at you and becoming one with the darkness, he uttered his final words to you before going back to his kingdom.

"Sleep well, Y/N... As long as I'm here, no harm shall ever come to you..."

"Wait, so... You two are not immortals?"

"Yep."

"And you can die?"

"Yes, happened a few times~"

Morpheus became aware of his surroundings again, after yet another memory resurfacing, and looked back at the stunned woman who was still digging around to find his pouch. But none of the things they were talking about mattered.

He needed to know... He needed to hear that what happened to his previous lovers didn't happen to you too.

"Hod... What did you mean by your sentence? About her... not being immortal..."

Deadpanning at him and how uncomfortable he looked, Hod just gave a flustered sigh and cocked his hip out in a judging way. "What did you think when you married my sister? That she would magically be immortal?"

"She was given the choice, if she wanted... She could and still be immortal..."

"Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to end whatever family drama you're having but... Why is it so important that she's not an immortal?"

Hod chuckled humorlessly at her question, tears slightly gathering at the corner of his eyes while he shook his head in disbeilef... Not because of Johanna, but how inconsiderate and stupid Morpheus was being by not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Morpheus... Do you know why I did what I did? You know what I'm talking about, don't make me repeat them..."

Gulping down at the voice inside his mind, Morpheus didn't understand why he was being secretive by not talking out loud in front of the human female but decided to listen to him, knowing what he was talking about. All the hurt and hatred he brought onto humans with his arrival on the earth...

"I'll not explain everything to you, at least not right now, but please... I'm begging you to let me go... You don't know what you're ruining by letting her keep me. My sister is dying, and if you trully care about her... do it for her"

Morpheus felt his heart stop at the word "dying", and the desperation in Hod's voice, how a god like him begged to be let go... He, for the first time, didn't know what to do. He was a King and an Endless with many subjects wanting something from him, some he complied and some he refused. But never had he had to decide between what the dangers the universe might face with if he let go of Hod and what he might loose, his precious wife...

He knew Johanna wouldn't let go of him so easily, though the woman had a golden heart that was hidden by harsh attitude. But maybe, just maybe...

Hod, on the other hand, took his silence as yet another selfish act and scowled in anger. If that's what you want, if you wish to hurt my sister further more... Then, I shall destroy you with the painful truth...

"The reason why her being a mortal is important is, dear Johanna, because the Endless is not supposed to be with mortals. Dare they do it, the universe would destroy what that mortal holds dear, as if it was only their fault."

Feeling perplexed at how thight Hod was clenching his jaw, and how Morpheus balled his fist in a deadly aura, Johanna knew that she shouldn't be asking about anything more, even though she was curious to know more about you and your marriage.

Luckily for her, Hod didn't let her ask.

" Remember the other goddesses and humans you've been with... All of them had someone to care, Nada had her people, Calliope had her son and so on. And what's the outcome? Death, tragedy and a literal sun burning innocent people... She didn't have anyone she cared when you married her, she already had lost her people and her whole family. She didn't have anyone except herself to care for... And therefore, prepared her own end. But, she found a new one with you, thought you could be a family to her..."

"But he didn't do any of it and it resulted with her... disappeance..."

Hod gave a surpised look at Johanna who caught on what he was saying faster than anyone, not the one in the other hand of his anger.

He nodded his head at her solemnly and Johanna, even though she never met you, she heard about you and how kind of a princess you were from her grandmother. How you helped humanity in many way. She, for some reasons, felt the pain you must be in but it wasn't that she and you shared the same pain. It was more like her and Morpheus were on the same page, being the ones who inflicted that pain on their lovers.

But looking at him now, how he avoided the two pairs of eyes on him and clutched his hand between the other one, the way his brows and lips wobbled and the way he bit on them showed to her that he felt immense guilt at everything he did and did not do for you.

But of course, it didn't mean everything was good just because he was grovelling.

Knowing that it wasn't her place to comment on this, she opened her mouth to tell them that she knew where the pouch was, but Hod stepped closer to Morpheus who was standing aimlessly and Johanna didn't try to stop him for he had to let everything out to him.

"You killed her piece by piece every day, with every missed meal and every time you acted like she wasn't there. You made her believe that she was nothing but a simple object to stand next to you when you, as a man, as a husband were supposed to take care of her, love her for eternity... I may have a finger on her capture but all I did was to save her from your clutches, so that she wouldn't be one of your victims... but guess what? I was already too late..."

"And I promise you, Dream... If something happens to her, if she dies because of you... If I can't save her, I'll come for you next."

"I never would have thought you'd be such an asshole."

"Well, you know what they say: it takes a bitch to know a bitch..." Hod scowled at the astonished look she was giving him after he told everything to Morpheus, how you overused your powers to keep the Dreaming, Asgard and your children alive which resulted in you, dying at a fast rate.

"I may seem like the bad guy here, but the only way to save her was capturing her and putting her to Y/N's Sleep... But now, I don't know where she is and you'll help me in exchange of me not killing you."

Trying to close that topic for good, he nudged the woman beside him which earned a curious tilt from her. "What about you? It's obvious that the emo cat here has a bad history with love... So don't you have a special someone? Is that the someone who you gave the pouch?"

"I didn't give... I left it, alongside her..."

Raising a brow at how she looked ahead, trying to hide the pain her heart was in, Hod knew that whatever was her story was a complicated one but the story she gave, the one that included her staying for a few months and leaving si ce Rachel thought that they were something...

He didn't buy it.

"For one, It doesn't look like it didn't mean anything to you..."

"How would you know, oh so powerful Hod?"

" First, watch your tongue. Two, if it didn't mean anything, your heart wouldn't be in pain... I can feel it throb inside as if it has several glass shards, constantly cutting and bleeding everywhere... Why did you do it, knowing it will hurt?"

"Because it never ends well, does it?"

"Love shits? No, darling. They surely wouldn't and it seems three of us are losers at love..." chuckling humorlessly, Johanna saw the look of experience and the sad pull of the lips and made a note to herself to ask about it mlre since he seemed more... docile. Deciding to change the topic, since everyone became awkward, she turned to the god next to him.

"So where were you when all of these happened? Before she was as good as dead and everything went downhill I mean?"

"Where was I? Hmm, a good question indeed..."

"You are not going to tell us, right?"

"Nope..." Hod said cheerfully, earning a smack from the back of his head from Johanna. She had enough of him and his shit, even though it was funny to see Morpheus and him bicker like an old-married couple, if universe was in danger and the only way to save it was through you, it seemed that she had to open his skull and make him understand that he needed to trust them.

"Look, I understand your distain to humanity and Morpheus-"

"It's not just distain but if that's how you word it... meh."

"For once in your life! Listen to me! I don't know what exactly happened between them but if you put your hatred aside for a few seconds to really look into Morpheus, you would see that he changed and is feeling immense guilt what he had caused..."

Raising his head at the stern voice of the female who was defending him even though she didn't like him that much, Morpheus smiled slightly at how she was challenging a god, not being aware that he could kill her easily.

He was glad that someone had his back, but now, he understood how he broke your heart over the years and how there was a chance that you wouldn't take him back.

Did you think he left you? Or maybe, his disappearance caused his enemies to come after you? Did they hurt you? Or the children? Did you feel fear, whenever you were running? Or sadness at your failure and how he would react?

"Constantine, he's right... I never was the husband I was supposed to be. I never even looked at her once and there were times I wished she would go away so that I'd be free of the nagging she did but..."

Seeing Hod becoming even more angrier and how he clenched his jaw, Morpheus raised a hand to stop him and looked into your eyes while a tear slipped from his eye. And then another, and another...

"I never knew the God would accept what I said, and bring the worst kind of pain down on me... I know I can't make you believe, neither can I make it up to her but I'll not give up. And I'll win her heart aga-"

Hod was amazed at how his tears kept going even after he wiped them and how he turned his back to let out a shuddering breath while looking up to see the twinkling stars that reminded him of you. Frowning to himself, Hod couldn't help but think... A man, yet alone Morpheus, would never openly cry and weep for anyone... Maybe he really changed? Or is it a facade he wear-

Widening his eyes at the omnious aura the house they had come emiting, he bit his lips hard and turned to the duo waiting for him to say something. But apparently, something was about to go very wrong. Number 1 fact of the list of Why I Hate Humans, they always attract danger!

"Fine, I will tell you all about it but first... It's not ConstanTAYN, it's ConstanTEEN! The poor ancestor of hers spent his entire time correcting people! And two, you might wanna let me go again because there's a-HOLY SHIT IS THAT FENRIR!?"

Hod screamed in worry while gripping his hair in distress at seeing a huge black wolf poking from inside one of the apartments. And if it was was here... Hela wouldn't be so away.

But of course, Johanna had to stop him again.

Having enough of that binding spell, he used all of his powers into destroying the bond and snapped his fingers to free himself and stood before the woman who looked at him terrified.

"I wonder what you will do when you see Rachel... If you will defend him like you do now, or blame him for her downfall...Don't take me as a fool, just because I said I would talk. Now stay back..." said Hod darkly, earning a gasp from the woman in front of him, making her stagger back in shock at how he knew her relationship.

And even though it was a clear threat coming from him, Johanna had to get inside and see for herself that everything was fine...

Which wasn't, and a certain Queen of the Underworld was waiting for them to enter with a noncholant stare at the door.

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[mara-xx217]

So... this might be very yandere-ish and dub-con so please ignore if ur not ok with that but like... Reader is terrified, so they hide in a locker- but of course killer finds them there- BUT instead of picking them up, they take a chance to get hand-sy since they trapped themself so nicely for them? I love how Wesker waves his finger at you when he finds you- so cocky! I just want him to find reader, crowd them in the locker and both touch and kiss them all over- reader moaning and wimpering~

Not okay with it?! This is my SHIT, kind Anon!

Warnings: Non/Dubcon, Yandere, Mommy Kink, Stalking

You were too easy to trap. In a panic you've locked yourself in a situation you couldn't possibly escape from. Even from several feet away, the killer could hear your wheezing breaths as you struggled to hide your fear.

They waited until you had fallen quite before he ripped the door of the locker open.

You couldn't even scream. You choked on your heart when it leapt into your throat. The fear you felt was more claustrophobic than the locker you were trapped inside. Unable to move, unable to even cry, you stare up at the killer, owlishly, with your eyes wide with terror and glistening from unfallen tears.

When the killer tenses, your heat drops to your feet.

W-What was-...?

Evan Macmillan/the Trapper

Nowhere to run, darling...

He towers over you, broad and reeking of bitter metals and rotted wood. You flatten yourself against the back of your prison, appearing even smaller than you already felt.

Will it be fast..?

No, of course it wouldn't be so. A calloused hand smooths over your tear-stained cheek before trailing down to your jaw, crushing it in his vice-like grip.

Your lip trembled as you inhaled sharply, hiccuping as a sob threatened to slip past your partially pursed lips.

A large, warm hand traveled up your torso. From your navel all the way to one side of your chest, pressure placed upon you slowly increased, until you cringed away and squeaked as one of your nipples were pinched.

He chuckled.

A slut, just like the rest...

Philip Ojomo/the Wraith

You could only see the faint outline of his invisible cloak. It was dark- too dark!- and now you're at the mercy of something that you can't even see!

The panic you couldn't hide only made you more tantalizing for the Wraith. Even the slightest touch sent you backwards or to the side, your back and shoulders bouncing off the metal walls of the locker with a hollow BANG!

Everywhere he touched, cold moisture followed. Like condensation on a sweating glass or fresh morning dew it collected on your skin, chilling you to the bone.

Something popped- or cracked- then a wet, slimy strip was licked from the corner of your mouth to the lobe of your ear. You attempted to withdraw from- what?- the killer? The situation? It only gave him more room to crowd you inside the locker.

When a set of bony fingers tickled down your navel and into the waistband of your pants, you whimper.

The Wraith will make you scream before he's done with you.

Anna/the Huntress

The little Lamb has nowhere else to frolic to...

She wipes away your tears, smudging your face with dirt and blood. Nothing a bath won't fix... But first-

The Huntress couldn't resist in admiring her new catch. Small. Timid. Frightened, even, but that can easily be remedied!

A clumsy kiss was placed on your forehead. The chill of a wooden mask was all you felt. Smooth and unyielding.

Strong arms snake underneath your own, first bringing you close in a sort of awkward embrace before lifting you by your armpits, out of the locker and high off the ground.

You have no choice other than to let Mama take care of you...

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

A terrible position to be found in by, perhaps, the worse of the worst in this hellscape.

"Oh-HO! It's like you wanted me to find you!" Tears and snot threatened to overflow as you choked on a sob. You grimaced, setting your jaw as you prepared for the worst.

"Aww... What's with the face, sweetheart? That's no way to treat your biggest fan!"

You shake off his attempts to grab your face. Ghostface settles on grabbing a fistful of your hair instead.

"What? Playing hard to get? Don't be a fucking tease." He brushes the tip of his knife against the button of your pants.

You suck in a lungful of air in a vain attempt to create some distance between you and him. The killer cuts through the fabric of your pants with ease. Your eyes grow wide as the severity of your situation hits you as hard as the metal paneling of the locker your head was slammed into.

"Don't play games you know you can't win. It's unbecoming of you."

Albert Wesker/the Mastermind

You silly child... Did you really think you could hide from him? No, no... you're being absolutely ridiculous now.

Whatever is he to do with you...?

You follow the motion of his finger as he clicks his tongue at you. The knife that is plunged into the walls of the locker mere inches from your head sobers you. It would be an appropriate time to faint.

Cries of disgust are strangled as tendrils slither out of his coat's arm. Warm wet-! Some wrap around your neck, lazily looping over one another as others slither southward, down your shirt and lower, lower-

"Hmph. Perhaps seven minutes isn't enough time..." He muses.

A leather clad thumb flicks over your chapped lips. You fight the urge to sob. It easily presses past your teeth and traps your tongue against the floor of your mouth.

You gagged as a particularly curious tentacle slides into your mouth, exploring it eagerly as the killer placed more pressure onto your tongue.

"Drooling suits you nicely, little dove. Keep your mouth wide, just like that..."

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

If you like this, try this Ghostface fic!

[lonely-lost-soul]

Daddy's Little Girl Pt. III

Pt III: Revenge

Pt. I, Pt. II

(Technoblade x reader, and Wilbur x Reader)

(brother tubbo and sister reader)

~~~

Sam’s eyebrow twitched as he eyed The Blade wearily, who stood with his arms crossed completely void of any weaponry. So far the Blood God listened to Sam, he had disposed of all his weapons in the chest and complied with all the prison security procedures. It was rare to see, Technoblade having no weapons and Sam being completely decked out in armor. The only thing the creeper hybrid couldn’t pinpoint was the motive, why did Technoblade suddenly have an interest in visiting Dream, it just didn’t add up. To protect the sanctity of his prison he had to figure out just why Technoblade was visiting Pandora’s worst and only prisoner.

“Technoblade?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you here?”

“I already told you that, didn’t I? I’m here for a friendly chat with my good pal Dream.” Sam pressed his tongue to his teeth and frowned under his gas mask, “What? Don’t believe me? How rude. Are you this mean to all of the visitors who enter your prison?”

“You don’t exactly have the best reputation around,” Sam grunted, while Technoblade made a sound and adjusted the mask on his face.

“Who’s talking bad about me?”

“Tommy.”

“Tommy’s biased,” he scoffed watching the lava slowly descend in front of his eyes. Sam trained his green eyes on Dream across the way,

“Technoblade. Does this have anything to do with Wilbur’s revival? Cause whatever it is you’re thinking I can guarantee it’s not-”

“Sam has anyone ever taught you to mind your own fucking business?” Technoblade snarled baring his teeth at the warden. Sam blinked a few times his grip tightening on his trident, Technoblade stepped on the platform and it sent him forward. Dream’s head was tilted to the side, his dirty blonde hair fell across his shoulders. His bangs fell in front of his face as his head perked up seeing Technblade,

“Technoblade to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dream mused tapping his foot against the obsidian floor,

“Morning Dream.” Technoblade mused cracking his knuckles, “we have a lot to talk about, but I’m going to cut right to the chase. Give me the revive book.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dream mused innocently, “Does this have anything to do with Wilbur being revived? Or a certain lady goat hybrid?” Technoblade growled viciously, “Does the name (Y/n) ring any bells?”

“How the fuck do you know her name?”

“Oops did I hit a nerve?” Dream mused his lips curling up into a grotesque sneer, Technoblade’s fist balled at his sides trying to keep his composure and not listen to the roaring voices who demanded blood be spilled.

“Answer the question Dream,” Technoblade demanded through gritted teeth. Dream dared to laugh in his face, “I’m assuming Wilbur shared that information with you?” Dream hummed softly neither confirming nor denying The Blade’s statement but he got the picture. Dream kicked off the wall tilting his head to the side a coy smile on his lips,

“I met her, and not just her ghost.” Technoblade’s entire body froze and he pushed Dream against the wall, his fist was curled around his jumpsuit.

“How?”

“When I revived Wilbur. She was there in his limbo, what happened to her horns I wonder?” Technoblade snarled deep in his throat, “Wilbur left her there you know? Did he mention that to you?” Techno wasn’t a fool, he knew what Dream was trying to do but kept his composure, not letting the master manipulator get under his skin.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. You’re going to revive her or I’m revoking the favor I owe you. I don’t care about morals, I care about bringing her back to me.” Dream grit his teeth,

“Well, how do you expect me to do that without Ghost-(y/n)?”

“Who says I don’t have her?” Dream’s eyes bulged in his head, he saw no invisibility particles,

“SAM!” Dream tried to shout as Technoblade covered his mouth, Dream saw the wall rippled beside him as a very hesitant-looking ghost came through the wall. Not even Ghostbur was able to do something of that caliber, but she again was a ghost longer than he ever was, she must’ve picked up some fun little tricks. She floated over to Techno and hid behind his shoulder, her grey eyes looked up at him,

“You promise I’ll get to see Ghostbur again if I do this?”

“Of course sweet one,” Technoblade responded watching her nod gently. Technoblade loved the alive version of you, and when your ghost came to him sobbing about Ghostbur being gone and Alivebur not giving a single shit. She begged him for help and he answered her call, he failed to do so before, and he wasn’t going to let the same thing happen twice. You wanted to be with the sweet warmhearted version of Wilbur, who was he to stop you, plus he would have the alive you back.

When you came back Technoblade wouldn’t let Wilbur have you again, he wouldn’t let anyone else lay a hand on you. Well, other than your little brother of course, even if he was an ex-president Technoblade wasn’t evil.

“You still can’t make me do it!” Dream snarled as you hid deeper against Technoblade’s shoulder, “Sam won’t let you.”

“I think Sam’s going to have something else to worry about.”

A roaring sound of explosions went off nearby, Dream’s eyes widened in horror.

“That,” He smirked, “Is the power of the syndicate. Niki really knows how to come through in a pinch. I won’t ask again.”

Dream grumbled assessing his options, on one hand, he could revive you and he’d still have that favor over Technoblade. Yet, on the other hand, he couldn’t use your resurrection for more of those future favors. Dream clicked his tongue, although he could use that to his advantage if she was alive once more.

“Fine. Come here,” He held a hand out to the little ghost, she looked meekly at Technoblade. He nodded and motioned his head towards his outstretched hand, she took Dream’s hand, and he muttered some words in another tongue that even the great Technoblade couldn’t decipher. A bright light surrounded your ghost’s figure, and in a matter of moments you, the alive you stumbled forward. You gasped for breath as you fell against Technoblade’s chest, you had a bright white streak in your hair, and dried blood on your head and by your nubs. You were breathing heavily, pupils were blown wide, as you looked up at Technoblade. He felt his throat close up and he removed the mask on his face,

“Where am I? Who...Techo?” You gaped cupping his cheeks within your palms, he melted into your hands with a soft whine he tried to cover up. “Holy fuck you look so old!” Moment completely spoiled and ruined,

“Hey Dream I changed my mind.” You yelped hitting him softly on the arm, “kidding.” He spoke tenderly trying not to show his soft side around Dream, he was a tough killer, not someone who melted at the sight of his old childhood crush. Technoblade turned towards Dream and saluted, an arm wrapping around your waist, “sic semper tyrannis, Dream.” He mused disappearing with you, Dream should’ve known the Syndicate set up a stasis chamber for their leader.

Technoblade held you tight so you didn’t tumble over, you did look a little green in the face, “You alright?” He spoke softly as the fresh snow of the Tundra tickled your nose. You reached out your hand to touch the falling flakes, it was almost like you were mesmerized by the sight of them. “Sweet one?”

“I can feel them. I haven’t felt anything in so long,” You whispered brushing your hair out of your face. “Technoblade...Did you revive me?” He swallowed thickly, your eyes held a certain look to them, sharp but eager.

“I did.”

“Why?” You titled your head to the side, pursing your lips. He turned his head away from you to hide the flush to his cheeks, your frown seemed to deepen on your features. “Technoblade, why did you revive me? I’ve been dead for...god how long has it been for you?” You sighed heavily, “What use is there for you to bring me back?”

“Wilbur-”

“Don’t mention his fucking name!” You spat harshly, eyes flashing a dangerous shade of (e/c), “That son of a bitch!” Your hands clenched at your sides as Techno’s eyes widened, he wasn’t used to you cursing but it made sense. “He left me in his limbo after he promised me we’d leave together or not at all! I’m going to beat the shit out of the bastard!” You snarled as Technoblade reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, he squeezed it lightly.

“That’s why I revived you. You didn’t deserve to get left there, you deserved to be resurrected more than Wilbur did. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were like Ghostbur sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t know about revivals. You would’ve been my priority, you should’ve been my priority.” Techno stared into your eyes as the rage swimming in them dissipated, instead, they were replaced with a fond look. “I don’t know what you and Wilbur had, but ever since I found out about your death all those years ago, I don’t live a single day without regret. I should’ve pushed for you to stay with us and Tubbo, I should’ve killed your dad the minute I set eyes on the bastard. I should’ve listened to the voices-” Technoblade grit his teeth and it was your turn to reach up and cup his cheek, he came back to you as soon as he felt your touch against his skin. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the first-ever apology you’ve ever gotten and you felt a tear roll down your cheek at his words. Technoblade looked at you hesitantly and pulled you into a hug, he made sure he was gentle as to not hurt you further, “Stay with me?”

“I promise.” You whispered burying your face in the crook of his neck, “Thank you Techno.”

Maybe things would be okay for you after all. Maybe this one was different, maybe Technoblade wouldn’t let you down like so many have done.

“What was it like? Coming back?” Technoblade asked as he leads you in the direction of his once retirement home. He watched you tilt your head to the side rolling your bottom lip between your teeth,

“A train came and picked me up.” You looked distant for a moment as you remembered your resurrection.

Ghostbur was peeking over his handful of cards to look over at you, “Go fish?”

“Ghostbur this is poker.” You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose, he made a soft ‘o’ with his mouth his brow furrowing. He shuffled in his spot eyes flicking down to his cards then back up at you, “You don’t remember how to play do you?” He shook his head no in response to your question. You sighed softly brushing away the annoyance that prickled against your skin, “That’s alright come here.” He shuffled next to you resting his chin on your shoulder, as you taught the ghost the rules of the game once more, it seemed no matter how often you taught the ghost the rules he’d always forget something.

“You’re a really good teacher.” He murmured against your shoulder, “I’m glad I’m not alone here.” He refused to meet your eyes, “but…”

“You’d rather it be ghost me huh?” You hummed looking at him out the corner of your eyes, he wilted under your gaze and you chuckled sadly. “Don’t look so upset I’m not insulted,” You waved him off carelessly, “you loved her?” He stiffened sitting up straight,

“I- I don’t- she’s my blue you know? She’s so kind and wonderful! I just- she doesn’t like to be left alone-!” You placed a palm over his mouth to shut him up, you eyed him before removing your hand slowly. The ghost swallowed thickly and nodded, “I love her a lot.” His voice cracked a little in embarrassment, you smiled sadly, your finger gently caressed his cheek.

“I know you do. Cause I know how much she loves you,” He turned redder as you sighed softly,

“Do you love Wilbur?”

You choked on your spit, your entire face turning a dark shade of red, “Do I WHAT?”

“Love Wilbur?” The ghost repeated curiously, “You were so upset when he left you here.” You grit your teeth and punched the ground of the train station, you thought about all the time the two of spent in limbo. You had grown so close to the man only to have him rip apart that connection in a matter of seconds boiled your blood.

“Yeah. I guess I did, but the motherfucker ruined that the moment he broke his promise.” You kissed your teeth in frustration running a hand through your hair, “Whatever love that was it is long gone I’m afraid. Especially since time moves so differently here, it’s been years since he left me behind.” Your eyes glazed over as Ghostbur gently wrapped you in a hug, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Alive me is kind of a douche.”

You burst into laughter, a bright smile spreading across your lips, “You’re not wrong Ghostbur, ya know you’re pretty alright.”

“You’re pretty alright too (Y/n).” A smile spread across his lips, in a matter of seconds that smile vanished as a train horn sounded in the distance. Your entire body froze as you whipped towards the sound, you felt the air around you grow hot and your mouth go dry. “Hey, Hey,” Ghostbur cupped your cheeks pulling you in his direction, “Focus on me. I won’t leave you.” The rumbling of the tracks grew louder as the both of you stood up, another horn blared causing you to flinch at the noise, ears twitching. The wind whipped both you and Ghostbur’s hair back, he held tightly to the beanie on his head not wanting it to fly away. The train screeched coming to a stop right in front of the both of you, immediately you recalled the same scenario, years prior only this time Ghostbur was by your side. The doors creaked open and fog poured into the station, inside was Dream, but by his side was a ghostly version of yourself. She was fiddling with her hands, almost anxiously,

“(Y/n)?” Ghostbur breathed his hand extending shakily towards the ghost version of yourself, her eyes lit up like stars.

“Bur?”

“This is your stop. Off.” Dream commanded, forcefully shoving her off of the vehicle, she landed gracefully in Ghostbur’s arms. He peppered her face with kisses, tears spilling down her cheeks,

“You’re okay. I’m here now.” He spoke softly running a pale hand through her hair, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to be with you,” Ghostbur looked a little surprised, turning his head to look at your figure. You and Dream seemed to be having a staring contest with one another, “Plus…” The ghost of yourself murmured, “Someone really wants her alive.” That snapped your attention away from Dream, brows furrowing in confusion,

“Who would-”

“Tik Tok, you getting on the train or not?” Dream snapped impatiently, your stomach churned at the thought of riding with the masked demon. On top of that who would want you alive? Definitely not Wilbur, he seemed pretty content on leaving you behind, unless he felt bad. You cursed the way your heart hopefully fluttered at the thought, Tubbo probably doesn’t understand how to bring you back there wasn’t anyone else. You glanced over at Ghostbur who was still holding your ghost close to his chest, he gave you a gentle nod,

“I’ll be alright. You’re not breaking any promises, I swear. Go with Dream.” He reassured as you stepped onto the train in front of you, the doors shut on Ghostbur and your ghost they shared a tender kiss and you smiled sadly from behind the glass.

“Who wants me revived Dream?” You asked voice tense as the train pulled out of the station, he scoffed pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“You’ll see. Just keep quiet or this is going to be a long trip for the both of us,” Dream turned back to the front of the train. You clenched your hands into fists and sat down in one of the train seats, Dream was right about one thing this was going to be a long train ride.

Technoblade placed a hand atop your head careful of your injured horns, you sighed looking up at him. Technoblade was never the best at comforting people, let alone comforting the newly revived but he would try, maybe not with words but with actions. He watched a smile spread across your lips, pink appearing on your cheekbones,

“Thank you for doing this for me...” You smiled softly, “Why else did you decide to bring me back to life Techno. I know you...there’s more to just your original explanation.”

Technoblade blinked in surprise and for a few moments he was silent, he was trying to process the proper words to describe why he did what he did. Plus Technoblade wasn’t any good with words, in the first place.

“I revived you because you never got a chance at life. You could be so good for this server, you’ve been hurt and done wrong even in death. If you want a peaceful life I can give that to you, or if you want revenge I can help with that too.” He watched your eyebrow quirk up into your head,

“Revenge?”

“On Dream, on Wilbur. Whatever you seek I’ll help you get it.”

“What if it means killing Wilbur a second time?”

Technoblade tensed his entire body stiffing, “If it comes to that yes.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

You reached up and brushed a finger across his cheek, he melted so easily into your hand, it was cold. “Lucky for you I’m not a murderer, but...revenge does sound very sweet,” You breathed eyes going half-lidded, “You’ll help me with that won’t you?”

“I’ve made a Syndicate,” Technoblade grunted, “Join it.”

“Yes. Thousand times yes.”

“You’ll need a greek alias,” Technoblade added as you both finally walked towards his house, smoke from the chimney curled in the distance and you smiled. You didn’t need another moment to think about it,

“Nemesis. What better than the Goddess of Revenge herself?” Technoblade hummed leading you inside, he seemed to deem that association representative of you and your goals. “Also, do you have any warm clothes?”

“None that will fit you,” He snorted and you huffed, blowing the white strand of hair out of your face. “Go upstairs see what you can throw together,” He motioned to the ladders "tea will be ready when you’re done.”

“Thank you Techno. For everything.” You whispered pecking him on the cheek before ascending the ladder in front of you. Technoblade stared at the spot you disappeared from for way longer than he should’ve, face a light pink. He was snapped out of his stupor by the teapot letting out a loud whistle signaling it was finished. Techno cleared his throat and poured both of you a cup, he remembered just how you liked it...or at least he thought he remembered. He heard the floorboards creak above him signaling you were moving around trying to find proper clothes for yourself, maybe he should’ve gotten more prepared.

Then again, that would have caused suspicion.

Once more he was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud knocking on his door. He grumbled under his breath and spotting a crow out his window, at least the guest was Phil. He opened the door and leaned against the frame, Phil stood there a nervous smile on his features,

“Uh hey mate.”

“What’s up Phil,” Technoblade’s ear twitched, “I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“Ah, no worries, we won’t bother you then.”

“We?”

“Hello, big brother,” Wilbur mused with jazz hands popping out from behind his father’s elegant wings. Technoblade’s entire body tensed and he bared his teeth,

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

“We’re living together-”

“He can’t stay on my land.”

“Techno, mate he’s you’re brother.”

“Yeah Techno don’t you care about your revived brother.” He mused pushing past the blade and walking into his house, looking at the decor. “Wow! Your house is shit!” Technoblade spun on his heel, absolutely livid, “Oh? Two cups of tea? Are you expecting someone? A date maybe?” Wilbur snickered holding up the tea that was going to be given to (Y/n), “Cinnamon?” His eyebrows furrowed, “but you hate cinnamon-” They all turned towards the ladder hearing the wood creak beneath it, you had fashioned one of Technoblade’s white button-ups into a shirt. One of his thicker belts was hanging on your waist, sinching it like a corset typically would, the bottom of the shirt flared out beneath the belt. You had a pair of his black pants, they were the smallest pair he owned and luckily fit you decently, his boots however did not fit you that way, they looked like they were swallowing your ankles. Wilbur’s eyes blew wide, his jaw-dropping to the floor, it took all of Technoblade’s strength not to rush over and shield you from his brother’s gaze.

You weren’t Wilbur’s anymore, you were his.

“(Y/n)? Who? How? Look at you…” He said tenderly, the cigarette he was smoking dropped out of his mouth and onto the floor.

“Wilbur.”

“You...You revived her?” Wilbur turned to face Technoblade, “How did you manage to convince Dream-”

“Easily.” You said stiff voice cutting through the air like a blade, “Cause he tried.”

“Darling that’s not fair,” Wilbur grabbed your forearms squeezing them tightly, “I didn’t want to leave you behind-”

“Bullshit!” You snarled ripping yourself away from him like he was made of fire, “You left me without a second look! The minute you saw a way out you didn’t hesitate to take it, you broke your promise!”

“Are you still hung up on that?” He asked groaning, seeing he wasn’t going to get his way the considerate way, “I had a plan.”

“No, you didn’t! If you did you would’ve revived me right away, as Technoblade did!” You argued motioning to Technoblade with a snarl, he smirked at his brother who glowered at him. “You’re a bastard Wilbur Soot, I loved you but you just needed someone convenient to you. I was a convenience.” Wilbur didn’t even deny your words and for some reason that hurt you the most, “You’re just as bad as my dad.” Wilbur saw red and before you knew it you were pinned up against the wall, his fist was reeled back ready to hit you, and before Technoblade could intervene Phil moved first.

He grabbed his son’s fist out of the air and held it tight, he gently pushed Wilbur away from you. Wilbur growled and ripped his fist out of Phil’s hand, and shoved them into his pockets. You stayed flushed against the wall, hands balled into fists at your side, Phil glared at his son,

“Step outside. I’ll join you momentarily,” He told Wilbur the man grumbled flicking the lighter in his pocket.

“Fine. I needed a smoke anyway.” Wilbur scoffed marching towards the door not before giving you one last look over his shoulder. Technoblade tensed fingers twitching at his sides, just begging for Wilbur to try something towards you. “I hope we can have a calmer conversation once you’re settled in my dear, sleep well.” Wilbur mused adjusting his glasses, “I know you don’t mean those harsh words, you’re just exhausted.” Technoblade watched you grit your teeth as Wilbur exited his home, as soon as the door clicked shut you were surrounded by an entourage of feathers. You made a frightened sound but the grip on your body only tightened, you calmed down the moment you realized it was Phil. You couldn’t process why the old man was hugging you, he barely knew you, and if he did he probably only thought you were Tubbo’s protective older sister.

“Phil…” You whispered quietly and you felt wetness on the skin of your neck, was he crying?

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry.” His voice quivered against your neck and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You couldn’t see Technoblade over Phil’s wings but you hesitantly tried to peak over them to find your safety net.

“Why exactly...are you apologizing?” You asked hesitantly, hands gently resting on Phil’s lower back. He pulled away from you now it was his turn to be confused,

“You...I didn’t do anything to help you back with your father.”

“Oh, there’s nothing you could’ve done. Really it’s alright-”

“Alright?! Alright! (Y/n) he let you die!” Phil exclaimed wings puffing up in shock, “I was the adult, I saw what was happening to you and I didn’t do anything to put a stop to it. I took Tubbo in because you pleaded with me too and because he was a child, but so were you- close your mouth don’t argue with me- I should have forced you to stay with us. You could’ve gone and visited your father but I should’ve taken care of you, if I did...maybe all of this wouldn’t have happened.”

“But that wasn’t what I wanted…”

“I shouldn’t have mattered what you wanted. I should’ve overruled you as the responsible adult...although.” He laughed wetly pulling away from you, “Back then I wasn’t a responsible adult, I’ve learned so much.” Phil shook his head, he reached out and cupped your cheek, “I’ll do better by you, we all will.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before fully pulling away from your body, he turned toward Technoblade with a weak smile. “You take good care of her alright mate? Don’t let her cause too much trouble.”

“I will.” Techno said with a stern nod, “I promise.” Phil nodded at him before smiling back over at you, he gave a little salute before heading out of the door. Your brows furrowed and Techno walked over to you, “You alright?” He watched you shake your head and he wrapped you in a tight hug, “It’s okay I got you.” You buried your head in his chest, your shoulders began to shake and Technoblade brushed his fingers through your hair. “I won’t leave you sweet thing,” he whispered more to himself, you were so emotionally fragile.

He wouldn’t let anyone lay a hand on you, if a single hair was out of place he’d paint the ground with their blood.

Frantic knocking startled him out of his stupor. Technoblade snarled against you and you felt his chest rumble, couldn’t he just be left alone for two seconds.

“You should answer,” You pulled away whipping your wet eyes on your sleeve “it might be important.”

“Nothings as important as you.” The knocking continued, just as loud and frantic and he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“It’s alright,” You smiled kissing his cheek, “open it.” Techno flushed and nodded opening the door so aggressively it was almost ripped off its hinges. Ranboo was outside and his brow furrowed. Ranboo wasn’t surprising but the government he was with sure was,

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t not tell him-”

Tubbo pushed past Technoblade releasing Ranboo’s claws from his hand. He lifted his bangs from his eyes to stare at you, oh my he’d gotten so big. The horns on his head curled around his ears mimicking your father’s, a golden ring fits snuggly on one of them. His hair was longer than you would’ve liked, it covered his beautiful eyes, but even so, it fits him well. The only thing that concerned you were the scars littering the left side of his face and body, and the nuclear symbol that seemed to replace his electric green eye on the same side. You saw his eyes grow glassy as he reached out to you, you couldn’t help but think he must be so disappointed in you. Your horns were nubs, ears were torn, your hair had a permanent streak of white, you probably looked so much older, so much weaker.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cracked stumbling forward to grasp your shoulders,

“Hey, bumblebee.” You spoke weakly holding up your hand, “You’ve gotten so big-” You were cut off by him engulfing you in a hug, you were taken aback, he should be screaming and yelling at you. Why wasn’t he angry?

“I missed you so much!” He sobbed against your chest, “Please, don’t ever leave me alone again.” He was trembling in your hold, his hands clutched at the back of Technoblade’s shirt, his breathing was shallow. “I love you,”

“I...I love you too Tubs…”

“Promise you won’t ever leave me again.”

“I promise.”

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When I Dream of You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Jungkook always imagined being with you was like a dream come true, and after years of pining he can finally say it’s all he could have ever hoped for and more. But what happens now when Jungkook’s dreams about you no longer have a happy ending?

➥Genre: established relationship, (somewhat?) heavy angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~6.2k (little much for a drabble i know, sorry)

➥Content warnings: story mostly told from jungkook’s POV, jungkook has a nightmare, feelings of insecurity and anxiety, mentions of harassment (not much), yoongi to the rescue (seriously he’s the voice of reason i love him), making out, grinding, slight hair pulling, riding on top, reader is in control (and jk is happy about it), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around a year after the events of OFY. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

As always, thank you to @dntaewithluv​ for being so supportive of me and motivating me to keep writing when there are times I feel like I shouldn’t. And for also being my beta-reader and just generally an amazing person, one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after this dream drabble

I know this is the most angsty thing I’ve written so far (update: Stay With Me now holds this title), but I got attached to these characters and wanted to tell more of their story so here we are. I basically wrote this all in one sitting because I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while and I was excited to get it out. I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn​​

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Jungkook was dreaming again.

It was a dream he’d had many times now, and it always started the same way. He watched as you appeared in the doorway of the chapel, ready to make your trek down the aisle.

You looked dazzling in your dress, and through the thin veil that covered your face, Jungkook could see the brilliant smile you wore, which caused him to break out into one of his own. Each step that brought you closer to him made his heart race faster, and it didn’t take long for you to finally be in front of him.

Well…somewhat in front of him.

He could only watch as at the last second, you turned slightly and were now standing in front of Kun, the man you were originally meant to marry. Jungkook’s stomach twisted with fear as he observed Kun lift your veil over your head and take your hands in his as you both stared into each other’s eyes. You, looking at Kun with all the love in the world, because that’s just how you were. And Kun, looking back at you, with a sinister expression that made Jungkook feel dizzy.

He opened his mouth to object, to speak, to do something but no sound would come out. Everyone around him that had gathered to see you get married were either oblivious to Jungkook’s obvious distress, or they just didn’t care.

They weren’t here for him, after all. They were here for you, in the same way that he was here for you, too.

When his legs could finally move without crumpling underneath him, he walked over to stand next to you and Kun as he tried to reach out to you. He couldn’t touch you, though, because it was like there was an invisible wall in between the two of you now. A wall he could still see through but couldn’t reach past. He moved back at the realization, only to be met with something similar hitting his back.

Jungkook whirled around and was met with the same thing, now surrounding him on all sides, trapping him inside some sort of box. A box where he could still see what was happening but couldn’t stop it despite what he did. He felt suffocated.

He was shouting from inside his new prison, banging on the walls, trying to make any sort of sound that would reach you. And he knew you couldn’t hear him; you didn’t spare even one glance his way. But he still had to try. The longer he let this go on, the greater the chance of losing you grew to be.

And the possibility of that, of losing you in any capacity, was something he couldn’t bear to even think about.

Jungkook could hear everything coming from your mouth. The cheerfulness in your voice was usually something he loved to hear under any given circumstance. But in this case, it was threatening to tear him apart. He listened dismally as the two of you started reciting your vows to each other.

And his heart started to break when he heard the words from the letter he’d tried to give you all those years ago. Tears were forming in his vision as he listened to Kun rattle off the words he’d written for you. Words he never got to claim as his own until much later, when it was almost too late.

He could feel his heart shatter at the sight of the breathtaking smile on your face as you two finished your vows, moving now to kiss each other and seal the deal.

He tried once more to call out to you, but any sound he could’ve possibly made would’ve been immediately drowned out by the cheering from everyone around you.

His legs gave out as he knelt down to the floor, helplessly staring at you as you linked your arm with Kun’s to walk back down the aisle as a newly married couple. It took the last bit of his strength to look up as you passed, and you didn’t notice him.

But Kun did.

Kun paused in front of Jungkook, still separated by that invisible wall, and he grinned. It was the kind of grin you’d expect from someone who’s sole purpose in life was to sabotage others’ happiness. Which, ironically enough, is exactly what Kun was now known for.

All Jungkook could do was look on while you left the chapel, followed by the many guests who had gathered for the ceremony. Only when everyone was gone was he able to move about freely, but he opted to remain seated on the floor there instead as the chapel slowly started to fill with darkness once the doors closed.

Jungkook awoke with a start, bolting upright and inhaling a sharp intake of air. He was covered in sweat that dampened his hair and made it stick to his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and it took him a few seconds to remember where he was.

He was at home, in his bed. It was nighttime and sleeping next to him was a figure who’d remained undisturbed by his sudden movement.

He cautiously looked over at your sleeping form. You were turned on your side, facing away from him, breathing peacefully. His eyes softened at the sight and he could feel his heartbeat start to slow down into a pace much less frantic.

He pushed his hair out of his face as he took a deep breath. He knew he should probably wake you, especially since you always told him to do so whenever he had nightmares. Lately, he hadn’t been having any bad dreams, so it had been a while since he last had to rouse you from your slumber.

He reached an arm out, only for it to gently fall by his side. He hated waking you unless it was really important, because he knew you sometimes had trouble sleeping, and this included falling back asleep if something made you wake up during the middle of the night. You’d been especially exhausted lately, what with the new exciting event that had suddenly happened in both of your lives.

Well, exciting wasn’t really the right word. Terrifying fit way better.

After managing to avoid Kun for over an entire year, he somehow turned up at your new place of employment one day, surprising you and frightening you all at the same time. He told the staff at the front desk that he was an ‘old friend, here to congratulate you on your new position.’ And they believed it, so they let him come up to your office unsupervised.

Let’s just say when Jungkook heard about that little ordeal, he was not pleased at all.

Ever since then, Kun had been borderline harassing you, even sometimes going as far as to try and talk to Jungkook during his shifts at the bar. That lasted for all of maybe 2 encounters before Kun found himself banned and unable to return.

You both thought he was out of your life for good after the break-up, but he was proving to be much more of a plague than you or Jungkook initially imagined. So yes, these recent events had maybe been causing Jungkook to have intrusive thoughts once again that translated themselves into the one recurring nightmare he used to have shortly after the two of you got together.

The nightmare of him losing you. You obviously didn’t end up marrying Kun, but you came a lot closer to it than Jungkook liked. And that wasn’t because he’d been pining after you for years; he could’ve dealt with that, if it ended with you being happy. It was more so the reason that your relationship with Kun hadn’t seemed genuine on his end, and Jungkook wanted better for you than that.

Sometimes he wondered if he was the right one to give you what you deserved.

He shook his head to keep more thoughts from seeping in, but he knew sitting here alone in the dark wouldn’t help with that for long. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was 2:08 A.M., so not too late, but most people were usually sleeping at that time.

Nonetheless, Jungkook pulled back the covers and swung his feet over the side of the bed to stand up. He moved as gently as possibly to not risk waking you, but on his way to the bathroom he had to pass by your side of the bed.

Your sleeping face was free of worry, and your lips were slightly parted as you were breathing softly. The sight made Jungkook’s heart thump. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

If you woke up, he’d just tell you he had to use the restroom and try to coax you back to sleep. You looked too cute for him not to kiss you, though, so he deduced it was worth the risk.

He padded off to the bathroom then, only wearing a pair of gym shorts. Every step he took was calculated so he didn’t make much noise, and when he finally made it to the bathroom, he closed the door as quietly as possible, listening to the faint click before he leaned against the sink.

He sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for. After dialing the number, he put the phone to his ear, and within 2 rings someone picked up.

“Kook? You ok?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, Yoongs, I’m ok. Just needed to talk to someone, that’s all.”

He heard shuffling from the end of the line and he felt a small pang of guilt at the fact that he may have woken his friend up. But then again, it was Yoongi, and he wasn’t a stranger to being up at this hour.

Yoongi hummed. “Y/N not awake then, huh?”

Jungkook shook his head, despite Yoongi not being able to see him. Yoongi took his silence as confirmation.

“Hm, well you do know I love talking to you, but I am wondering why this time of night?”

Jungkook sighed. Better to get it over with than beat around the bush. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh no,” he could hear the somberness of Yoongi’s tone. “Is it the same one, or…”

“Same one,” Jungkook answered without hesitation.

“Kook, we’ve been over this-”

“I know,” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “I know. Trust me, I don’t want to keep having this happen either.”

“Can you think of anything that may have triggered it?”

Jungkook tongued his cheek then. The more he thought about it, the only thing he could see as being a potential trigger for these dreams to come flooding back would be Kun’s unwanted reappearance.

While he was still thinking, Yoongi continued.

“Do you think it has anything to do with that asshole showing up again?”

Jungkook smirked. He knew how much disdain Yoongi had for Kun, and for good reason.

“Yeah, it’s exactly that, I’m almost positive.”

It sounded like Yoongi was moving again and Jungkook could just picture him now, sitting up and shaking his head in disappointment, not at Jungkook, but at the situation.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna level with you.”

Jungkook gulped.

“I honestly have no idea why you’re letting someone like that affect you. He’s not worth your time, he’s not worth Y/N’s time, not worth anyone’s time if you ask me. Letting him continue to have this kind of effect on you isn’t healthy.”

Jungkook sighed again, his breath coming out somewhat shaky. “I know, it’s just…it’s hard. It’s really hard, Yoongs. I can’t help but think of how close I came to losing her and fuck it hurts every time I think about it.”

“First of all, you wouldn’t have lost her, and you know that-”

“Yeah but seeing him is a reminder that I came close.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s tone was stern now, and Jungkook immediately stopped talking.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Like I was saying, you wouldn’t have lost her. You mean too much to her and she means too much to you for either of you to have let that happen. Give her a little more credit, yeah?”

At the mention of you, Jungkook’s lips curved upwards into a smile. He knows you’d never allow anything to take you away from him, outside of maybe some things beyond both of your control. But you certainly would never let someone come in between the friendship you both shared.

A friendship that had developed over several years and had now blossomed into a beautiful, loving partnership.

There it was again: you. Anytime Jungkook thought about you, it always made him happy. He was so in love with you and had been for so many years, so it was sometimes still surreal to him that you two were together now. Your smiling face was all he needed to get him through some days.

But right now the vision of you playing out in his head was the sight of you the night he found you in your house kneeling on the floor after Kun broke your marriage off. You looked so utterly broken, and Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that he’d do anything in his power to make it so you never felt that way again.

“Kook? You still with me there?”

Yoongi’s voice roused Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. You know I worry about you, kid.”

Jungkook smiled. “I know.”

“This is the first time you’ve had this dream in a while, right?”

Jungkook leaned against the sink again, looking at the tiled floor underneath his feet. “Yeah, it’s been months.”

“Then I want you to do something for me, ok?”

Confused, but intrigued, Jungkook shook his head. “Yeah, sure.”

“I want you to take a look at your left hand.”

Jungkook did as he was told, splaying his fingers out in front of him.

“Now tell me what you see?”

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at his gold wedding band as it glistened faintly in the light of the room.

“My wedding ring,” he answered softly.

“Exactly. Your wedding ring. It belongs to you. And it means you’re the one who’s married to her. Not him, not anyone else, but you.”

Jungkook could see exactly where Yoongi was going with this, and the thought made him almost tear up. Yoongi knew exactly what to say and when to say it whenever Jungkook needed reassurance about something, and this was one of those times.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna tell you this, and it’s something I want you to remember. Y/N loves you. She loves you so much. My God, sometimes it’s hard to look at you two because you’re always so lovey dovey like-”

Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

He could imagine Yoongi smiling on the other end. “Good. I think as long as you remember that, you’ll be ok. It’d probably still help to talk to her, though. You know how upset she’d be if she knew you were suffering in silence about your dreams again.”

Jungkook shakily inhaled, his grip on the sink behind him tightening. “I know. I’ll talk to her, probably in the morning since she’s still asleep-”

Jungkook cut himself off when he heard the soft sound of you calling his name. “Yoongs, I gotta go, thank you for answering and for everything else.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Anytime. Night, Kook.”

Jungkook hung up the phone and peered from behind the bathroom door. He saw you sitting up in the bed now, rubbing your eyes before you stretched. He was so fond of you, the sight made his heart swell.

He also noticed how the t-shirt you were wearing had ridden up some during your stretch and he could see the exposed skin of your thighs now now. He even thought that something as simple as you wearing a t-shirt was breathtaking. And when it was one of his t-shirts, like it was now – on some days it was enough to drive him crazy.

Now wasn’t the time for that though. He watched lovingly as you focused your eyes on him and smiled. He wasted no time getting back in the bed with you, seated with one leg crossed under him, his hand coming down to rest on top of your own.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a lazy kiss. Jungkook melted into the kiss when you deepened it, because after everything he just went through, any touch from you now was igniting all his feelings for you.

All of them, which is why he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, nuzzling his nose against yours before pulling away to look at you. He could tell you were still sleepy, but you wouldn’t attempt to go back to sleep without talking first. Especially since he knew you could tell something might be off.

Your brows furrowed. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I had another nightmare.”

The immediate look of concern on your face made his heart lurch, and not in a pleasant way. “Baby, what happened?”

He brought up your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, right above your ring.

“I had that nightmare. You know the one…”

You frowned. “Jungkook-”

“But it’s ok, really. I talked to Yoongi and I feel a little better.” He was looking anywhere but your face now, so you placed a hand under his chin, tilting it up so he’d look at you.

“You know you can always wake me up and talk to me.” You brushed your thumb across one of his cheekbones and he sighed into the touch.

“I know. You’ve been having trouble sleeping lately so I-”

“You also know that if I have trouble sleeping, usually cuddling with you helps. So please don’t use that as an excuse.”

Jungkook felt guilty again because he knew you were right. Before he came along, sleeping wasn’t always easy for you, but in the comfort of his arms, you found slumber much faster these days.

You took Jungkook’s face in both of your hands, your own chest twisting with pain at the sight of him. His big, doe-like eyes were shining with so much emotion, and all you wanted to do was take away all his worries.

“Do you know why you had that dream again?”

Jungkook nodded, absentmindedly brushing his thumb along your thigh. “Everything that’s happened with Kun lately, it- I don’t know, it just bothers me. It bothers me way more than it should. And I guess it just made me think again about- well, you know.”

Jungkook’s head hung then, and you leaned down so you could look into his eyes once more. He brought his head up to keep you from having to lean uncomfortably like that for too long.

“Koo,” you brushed a piece of his long, dark curly locks out of his face. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I know that things happened in the past that we can’t erase or change, but what we can do is focus on our future. Our future that we’re building together.”

He started to smile at your words, his heart lurching again now, but in a good way this time. Every time you told him you were in love with him, he felt like he could conquer the world.

“So please don’t worry about what almost happened or what could’ve been, because what matters is we’re here now. We’re here together. And I don’t plan on going anywhere,” you placed a quick peck on his lips, “Unless you want me to, that is.”

Jungkook quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you so you were straddling his lap, making you giggle as you tried to steady yourself. His hands rested comfortably against your waist and you placed yours on his shoulders. He looked up at you now with so much love and adoration.

“Never. I’m not planning on ever letting you go,” he accentuated his words with his grip around you by wrapping his arms more tightly around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. “Not until the day you decide you don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Well I don’t see that ever happening, so I guess we have nothing to worry about then, do we?” You booped his nose and he grinned, placing a hand on the back of your head to bring your lips down to meet his once more. The kiss was soft, yet passionate.

And it quickly turned into something more.

You deepened the kiss and Jungkook groaned into it, kissing you back now with a fervor that had you unconsciously moving your hips against him. He broke the kiss to lean his head back against the headboard, eyes shut and mouth parted.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Y/N. And right now,” he opened his eyes to stare at you again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hand snaked underneath your t-shirt to brush at the skin he found there, pulling your head back down for another kiss.

“I want to show you how much I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Will you let me?”

The sound of his voice shot straight to your core, and you were nodding before he could even finish his question. He chuckled against your lips before he started trailing them down your neck.

“Need to hear you say it, baby,” he spoke as his lips ghosted over your throat, his hold on you tightening.

“Please,” you breathed out, pulling at his dark tresses and making him grunt. “Please, Koo. I want you to make love to me.”

That was all he needed. Jungkook started placing kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone that was exposed from the collar of his shirt, his fists clenching around the material at the bottom of it.

“I love you,” he kept saying in between kisses. “Gonna take care of you.”

He started tugging your shirt up and you met him halfway, ridding yourself of the garment fast enough that it made him chuckle at your eagerness. He started peppering kisses all over your chest, kneading at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between your fingers and making your hips move faster.

You could feel him growing harder underneath you through the thin fabric of the shorts he was still wearing, so you sped up your movements, making him moan.

“These need to come off, don’t you think, baby?” You tugged at his shorts. Another moan came from Jungkook as he nodded, helping you move up so he could shimmy out of his shorts. He still didn’t think he could ever get used to that pet name coming from you, and he thought it was the sexiest thing ever when it fell from your lips.

Of course, Jungkook thought nearly everything you did was sexy. That was just the effect you had on him. Everything intimate was intense in the best way possible, and if this was what being in love felt like, he never wanted to stop being in love with you.

He loved you. He needed you. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. And he’d never felt this way about anyone else for.

He felt all of these things for you. Only for you.

Jungkook was pulled out of his thoughts of how much he loved you by the feeling of you grinding down onto him again, this time the only barrier of clothing between the two of you being your own panties.

Yeah, Jungkook wasn’t having that.

He made quick work of removing your soaked panties, laughing again at your enthusiastic impatience. He loved seeing that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Be careful, angel,” He cooed at you as you tried to steady yourself on his lap once more. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs while you huffed, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Just wanna feel you already,” you said breathily, and the sound of your voice mixed with the words that fell from your mouth made him twitch. He knew he probably wouldn’t last long inside of you, and with the way you were already worked up, he figured you might not either.

But tonight wasn’t one of those nights where he planned on going for hours anyway (even though you both definitely could at times and boy did he love it when that happened). No, tonight was about him proving to you how much he loved you, telling you through his words and soft caresses and the way he took care of you.

And you did the same for him. Jungkook had never had anyone care about him before the way that you do. He knew you’d do anything to ensure his happiness, the same as he would for you.

And that’s also why he thought you were destined to be together. And he hoped he would never fuck that up, that anything would ever fuck that up.

Jungkook heard you whine from your place in his lap, still grinding against him to find some much-needed friction. You felt so good on top of him that he let himself enjoy it for a few moments, soft moans escaping his lips as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. You leaned down to give him another kiss, and in the same movement, he picked you up by your thighs under your ass and placed you back down where his tip was at your entrance.

He grunted against your lips as he felt you sink down onto him, waiting for you to accommodate to the stretch as you’d done many times before. You always told him you could handle it and sometimes you wanted him to be a little rougher with you from the get-go. Jungkook wasn’t at that level where he was comfortable with that yet.

But one day, he thought, especially with how good you feel around him, he just might be.

When he was finally completely inside of you, he waited just enjoying the feel of your warmth around his length. He brushed some hair out of your face, noticing how your eyes were glinting in the faint light of the room.

God, he could never get enough of staring into your eyes. He’d happily get lost in them over and over again.

Now, though, they were starting to close as you picked yourself only to drop down again a moment later. The action caused Jungkook to let out a throaty moan, eyes fluttering closed at the motion.

Hm. That was new.

Usually, Jungkook would guide you with his hands on your hips, and it wasn’t that he didn’t let you have control, it was more that you never really wanted to take control. So, seeing you decide to do it now was exciting and something he’d gladly let happen if that’s what you wanted.

To be sure though, he placed his hands on your waist. You placed yours on top of his and shook your head.

“Let me take the lead,” you said as you pushed his chest to where he was lying down more. “You can keep your hands here, but I want to do the work.”

Jungkook frowned, only because he knew you still had to be tired. “Angel, are you sure? I can help- fuck.”

You cut him off as you clenched around him before you started moving again, his hands constricting around your waist. You placed your hands firmly on your chest to help you get more leverage as you continued moving.

As you sped up, Jungkook leaned his head back into the pillow he was lying on, eyes screwed shut and the prettiest sounds falling from his lips. You watched as the muscles in his neck strained with the movement, and that alone made you want to mark him up.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

Jungkook managed to open his eyes and look at you riding him, the sight making him twitch inside of you. He thought you looked so beautiful like this, and you taking the lead was so hot to him, he knew he’d definitely not last long if you kept this up-

“Do you know,” you broke off to moan as his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your breath hitch, “do you know why I wanted to take control tonight?”

Jungkook swallowed and shook his head, rubbing his hands along your waist.

You smiled at him lovingly, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your lips before linking your fingers. The action made his heart soar.

“It’s because you always take such good care of me. I want to take care of you in that same way,” you squeezed his hand, letting your words wash over him.

“But you do take care of me,” he started to say, only to be interrupted by the feeling of your walls clenching around him again.

“I know. But tonight, I want to show you I know how to take care of you in this way, too. I want to show you how much I love you.” You leaned down, hitting a new angle that had both of you moaning as you brushed your lips against his. “Will you let me?”

Jungkook felt himself getting closer as you repeated his words from earlier. He nodded vigorously, kissing you with so much passion that you thought you might topple over. You sat up straight again and started moving faster, now pulling out as much as possible before dropping back down.

Jungkook’s high was approaching fast because of the combination of you taking control, the way you were riding him, and your words. He was feeling so many things at once and he tried to will himself to not let go.

He didn’t want to let go yet, not until you were there with him.

To help you along, he reached down in between both of you and started rubbing your clit, relishing in the feel of you around him as you stuttered in your movements. He smirked, knowing that even when you were in control, he still had an effect on you the same way you did him.

“Come on, angel, I’m right there, I want you to cum with me.” Jungkook’s voice was husky now, the pleasure threatening to overtake him any second. He bit his lip as he stared at you, watching as your head lolled forward on your neck and you started shaking from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

“I’m almost there, Koo, I love you so much,” your sounds were increasing in pitch and becoming more frequent, so he knew you were close. All that was left now was for you to reach your high together.

He took your hand that was still intertwined with his and placed a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I love you, too,” he said softly.

His response was enough to finally provoke your orgasm, it being so powerful that you fell forward on top of him. As you did, you were clenching so tight around him that his release wasn’t far behind. He grunted as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, filling you up, the familiar sensation of warmth making you shiver in his hold.

Both of you were trying to catch your breath, you now completely laying on his chest and his arms snaked around you. He placed a kiss on top of your head and you both just laid there for a few moments.

Jungkook was the one to break the silence. “Well, that was certainly something.”

You giggled. “Yeah, I enjoyed that, Don’t know why I haven’t done that before.” You felt his chest rumble with laughter underneath you.

“Me neither, but you can absolutely do it more often. I know I won’t be opposed.”

“Deal,” you said as you leaned up to place a kiss on his nose. “But only under one condition.”

“Oh?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued at your proposition.

“You,” you said as you traced patterns on his chest, “need to stop being so cautious with me.”

A tiny frown etched itself onto his features. “Angel-”

“I mean it, Jungkook. I’m not some fragile thing that’s going to break anytime you stick your dick in me.” He couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him, immediately apologizing afterwards because he knew you were being serious.

“I know you’re not, I just- I never want to hurt you.”

“And I’d let you know if you did. So promise me you’ll at least try to treat me a little less like I’m gonna break under your touch?”

He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid your head on his chest again. “I promise to try. I don’t just do it for you, though.”

You brought your head back up to look at him, quirking your own eyebrow. “Oh? What do you mean?”

He chuckled darkly, his stare alone making you throb. “I also do it so I can maintain some self-control.”

You laughed. “What’s so bad about losing control?”

He smirked. “Nothing, I guess. We’ll have to see though, won’t we?”

The suggestion made you tingle with desire, but you were unfortunately too tired to go again, so you figured it’d be best to leave it alone for the night. Jungkook finally pulled out of you, making you let out a small whine at the loss. Before you could say anything, he picked you up and carried you with him to the shower, as he did most nights when you two shared these intimate moments.

In the shower, he helped you clean off, and as he was washing your hair, you stared up at him, seeing his dark locks falling into his face with the weight of the water that drenched them. His lips were parted and his tongue was slightly sticking out as he concentrated on making sure he lathered every inch of your hair with shampoo. He looked so adorable like this that you couldn’t help but giggle.

You ran your hands along his chest now to help him wash off the soap, and your ring caught the light, glimmering faintly. Jungkook picked up your hand and turned it this way and that to watch the ring shine from different angles, before he linked your fingers together.

“I told you I’d get you a better one, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes in amusement at the cocky smirk that tugged at his lips.

“You didn’t just tell me, you promised me.” You continued washing all the suds off of him as he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer.

“And did I follow through on my promise?”

You pretended to think about it for a second, making Jungkook tickle you under the shower’s waterfall. “Ok! Ok! Yes, you did,” you said as you laughed. “You always follow through on your promises.”

“I try,” was his soft response. He nudged your cheek with his nose, which is something he did when he wanted a kiss, a habit you were very quick to pick up on in the early stages of your relationship. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood up on your tiptoes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips that had him letting out a small sound of contentment.

“I love you. And I’m in love with you. Nothing, nor anyone, will change that.” You reassured him as you pushed his hair out of his face. Any doubts he still had you wanted to erase them all.

You wanted him to know that you loved him with everything you had.

He smiled, brushing his nose against yours. “I know. And I love you more than anything. All the love I have to give is for you.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips before he pulled back to quietly add, “Only for you.”

Those three words meant so much to you, and every time you heard him say them it made you fall for him even more, if that was possible. The two of you continued to hold each other and exchange lazy kisses until the water turned too cold to bear. After drying off, you both snuggled back into bed, with you falling asleep almost instantly, feeling safe in Jungkook’s arms.

He kissed the back of your neck and wrapped his arms around you securely, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you both laid on your sides. Your soft breathing let him know you were already asleep and he smiled, elated that he could provide you the comfort you needed to help you fall into peaceful slumber once more.

When Jungkook inevitably followed behind you, he was met with nothing but pleasant dreams, and all of them were about you.

[carmasi]

Mercenary For Hire chapter 7 - part 3

All he saw was the flashed of energy hit the  beast before it all went blank. The ice salamander, scratched yet again before the mercenary eyes blinked, he was out for what it seemed like a second before he came to it. The loud banging awoke him, he almost ran as he saw the claws of the beast clash with an invisible wall. He looked around, the warlock was by his side. She did her best to keep whatever it was that surrounded them. Her eyes were filled with tears. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Wright, I’m sorry” she cried out. 

“ you can’t die, please, Wright, Wright  please don’t die” she sobbed, her voice a crack of a whisper. She was so worried. She was so focus, she haven’t even notice him wake. 

“I’m fine” he groaned,  bringing himself to stand.  She let out a sigh of relief before another loud thud was heard, and she shook. The claws of the beast hit the invisible wall again, as  she continue trembling, and so did the walls.

“What’s that?” he asked finally standing. She looked so strained.

“It’s a white prison” he raised a brow, still in awe, not understanding, he haven’t heard of such thing before. “It-it's meant to trap monsters” Kyrius sobbed as she tried explained. “No damage can be caused except from ghost property” it was the best she could describe it really, in their current situation she wasn’t able to get into the mechanics of it all. She trembled once more, the MVp’s attempt to reach them was taking a toll on her, mentally and physically. “can you attack?” he asked, but she shook her head.“ not while the prison is up” Kyrius  explained, worried filled her voice. They only had a good five, or ten seconds before the prison disappeared. “I’m sorry Mr. Wright I’ve brought you into this, I’ll distract him, you can escape, is alright” With a gentle smile,  she looked over at his clear silver eyes, hers were  teary  and fogged, but  still she smiled regardless. He frowned, as he picked his sword, “ bring this thing down” he called and almost made her jump in surprise,  she tried to complaint but he refuted. Hi sword now unsheathed, and his feet firm to the ground, he commanded, “ get one more spell ready, just one more. I’ll get that scale for you” his voice was low  when he spoke. He couldn't fathom the idea of letting her down.

“It’s not going to work!” she cried out. “Please leave! Maheo was right, I’m incompetent, I am a disgrace to my class, and I don’t know what got into me to even think I could do this, I was never talented, I was not a talented wizard and Being a warlock doesn’t make it any different, I’m nothing but a failure” he bite his lips hearing how her voice cracked with each word, in the little time they’ve spend together he’s gotten used to a completely different side of her, to a warmth he wished never stopped. He clenched his fists. “He’s wrong!” he yelled, and Kyrius halted. “ I- I can’t  say I know you long, but you’re brilliant! You’re.. You’re beaming! Don’t let that guy get to you, now  … one more spell,  ger one more spell ready, you got this!” he scolded and took his sword in his stance “now!” she nodded and he charged again, she thought of something that would buy them enough time before she chanted  “Te-Tetra vortex” she casted nervously,  but nothing happened. She looked over at her hands shakingly “it didn’t work… I..” she looked up at him, he was fighting, giving it all he got  “ he’s doing his best and I-i can't even do this much”.

He noticed her hesitation, and as he saw her tremble, her knees almost buckle, again he could feel  her fears, and her uncertainties.  His sword clashed with the beast claws again. She continued to shake, taking a couple of steps back in misbelief.  “What, what did I do wrong , why won’t it work?” she continue to mumble, disappointment and humiliation filled her, still she stepped backwards, each step closer, and closer to the edge “Focus!” he screamed.  She was oh so near the edge of the cliff that was in the middle of the cave. As he called out she stopped, pebbles crashing down the steep cliff and all she saw was darkness down that pit. Her gaze place back in front of her and saw him fight, he was spent. “Think about what’s missing!” he screamed again, barely dodging another frost driver. “I D-don’t know, I ” she looked around the cave, as she tried her hardest to remember. What was she missing? What was the spell missing?  From the corner of her eyes she notice a  siroma, peek through and ran off. Poor thing must’ve been scare. Such a small creature, so round, and fluffy just like a snow - “ ball..”  her eyes grew wide when she finally remembered, of course. 

“summoning - Lighting ball!”

Kyrius murmured a couple times and soon was surrounded by circular energy pockets which crackle with wind magic and electric current. He smirked as he looked her way,  the determination in her eyes, the magic current that surrounded her, now embraced her. Unlike before, she was now in control. “TETRA VORTEX” at the top of her lungs she screamed words of the spell she prepared for, the blast of energy connecting with the beast, and another loud screech was heard, the beast was slain. The Ice salamander was down. He fell to his knees as he saw the salamander disappear, then looked back at her, a glimpse of a smile almost adorned his face, his all too serious face. 

Her face was smudge with dirt, but also relieved, her clothes were slightly torn off and the neat braid that adorned her hair when they first arrived was undone.  She looked almost feral, though, not as much as he did. She smiled when her eyes met his, but a rumble in the ground made her falter.  She missed a step, forgetting how close she was to the edge. She fell.  “is this.. Is this How I die?” she thought to herself while her body weight overtook her, darkness was all she could see as she was swallowed up by the cave’s mouth. She was too tired to even fight, her eyes closed as she let herself be swallowed whole. 

His silver eyes widen and he rushed to her when he saw her falter. Without thinking, he launched himself to the abyss in order to catch her. His arms quickly wrapped around her protectively, he wanted to make sure she wasn’t hurt. He could tell her body was tired and he could see her eyes were closed, she was unconscious by now. But  still, he will carried out his mission at whatever cost. He will protect her. He wanted to protect her. Not because it was his mission. “no”  he whimpered as he brought her face closer to his chest  “because…”  she was the woman he’d fallen for. 

[ko-riacchi]

Snatched

Pairing: Dabi x F!Reader (x Shouto) Genre: Smut Length: 3.8k Tags: Cuckolding, Creampie, Rough Sex, no prep Warnings: Non-Con, Netorare

Synopsis: It was a normal day on patrol for you and your fiancé Shouto. It was about to take a turn for the worse however.

I created the Word file for this fic in September of 2019, so if that tells you anything about how long it takes me to actually sit down and write...

Feedback/Concrit/etc. is appreciated. I’m not confident in my writing at all tbh

Your workday had been boring so far. You and Shouto had been patrolling the outskirts of town for the better part of five hours, conversing quietly while letting your gaze wander around to check for anything unusual or sketchy.

So far, nothing had happened and your feet guided you towards the industrial part of the city, the last part of your route before you would head back and report to the hero agency before doing some paperwork and finally being able to leave for the day.

“So, what would you like me to cook today,” you asked Shouto, your hands playing around with the skirt that made up the bottom part of your hero outfit.

“Hmm…,” Shouto began and fell silent for a moment. He lifted his right hand to his face stroking his chin while looking at you.

“Soba.”

You gave him a look. “Shouto, we had Soba yesterday, we can’t eat Soba every day,” you chided him.

“Why?” He looked you in the eyes, appearing to honestly be curious about why it wouldn’t be possible to eat soba daily.

“Because…,” you started to explain, then huffed, looked at Shouto and smiled a little. “Let me just pick it out then.”

Shouto answered your smile with one of his own. “Okay.”

You continued your patrol through the industrial area, making sure to pass all the spots where drug dealer, small-time villains and shady people in general liked to conduct their business. Although, since it was barely ten past five and the weather was nice and sunny without any clouds in sight, you didn’t have high hopes to actually find something or someone out of the ordinary.

Stopping and stretching your arms up to the sky, you let out a little sigh, enjoying the warmth of the sun, and closed your eyes for a second before jogging up to Shouto and taking his right hand into your left.

“By the way, my mum called the other day and asked if we still needed anything for the wedding. I told her we would be fine but if you can think of something, let me know, so I can call her.”

Giddily, you swung your arm that was connected to Shouto’s, who let you do as you wanted, smiling softly as he saw your anticipation every time you two talked about the upcoming wedding.

“I will,” he told you and gripped your hand a bit more tightly. His way of showing love and anticipation was subtler than yours but over the years you had become quite good in deciphering the stoic man.

In that fashion, you continued to make your way through the industrial area, sometimes conversing about interesting things that had happened at work or with your friends, sometimes just silently enjoying patrol together.

 You had almost completed your last stop of the day when you noticed a figure in the corner of your eye, standing in the shadows of an alley way and grinning at you. It took you a second to process exactly who was standing there but when you did, you started sprinting towards him. You left behind a confused Shouto, who had just been looking in the opposite direction, but he immediately collected himself and started running after you. If you had started sprinting, you had to have a good reason for that; a villain or something equally sinister must have caught your eye.

You had a head start of around 15 meters and Shouto ran behind you, watching your figure as you exited the alleyway. Your feet came to a halt in an open space, an area which at one point must’ve been a truck loading area, judging from the surrounding buildings. In front of you, a figure stood, a good 5 meters between them and you, and Shouto could see you changing your stance, ready to react should the figure attack.

As he was nearing you two, he finally managed to make out who exactly it was standing before you. The black clothing and hair had been pretty non-descriptive but as soon as Shouto saw the burn scars that covered almost all of his body, his eyes widened and he started running faster, hoping to catch up with you before the fight that surely was about to break out had begun.

 Only 5 meters separated you from Shouto now and another second and he would’ve been at your side, when suddenly he crashed head-first into… nothing? He ricocheted off something and fell to the floor but when he lifted his head, he couldn’t see anything. He got up and tried to walk forward, only to feel an invisible wall in his way. Both hands collided with the barrier and he frantically moved them to the left and right to find a way out. In the end, Shouto realized that he had been trapped from all sides. From his positions, he could now see that Dabi was walking leisurely towards you, you stepping back every time he took one step forward but not taking the chance to turn around to see where Shouto was and give Dabi an opening to attack.

Shouto stepped back from the wall and positioned himself sideways, a stomp creating a wave of ice that rushed towards the barrier in hopes of destroying it. It collided with the wall and crushed into bits and pieces, proving to be futile. He just HAD to get through this wall and to you! So he started to barrage his prison with spear after spear of ice, in hope to weaken it enough for it to break down.

You were still cautiously monitoring Dabi’s movement, keeping as much distance as possible, in case he suddenly decided to attack. He had not said anything so far, only sent a lopsided grin your way as he continued his leisure pace towards you. That was about to change though.

“What a pleasant surprise meeting you two here!” he spoke, his tone that of a person meeting friends after a long time.

“Too bad I can’t say the same!” you snarled back and took another step backwards. You had heard Shouto behind you when he had sent out attacks against something, but you hadn’t seen what occupied him exactly and only knew that he had to be not too far behind you.

For now, you needed to get closer to Shoto so you could come up with a plan on how to take on Dabi and any possible allies that were lurking in the dark. You continued stepping backwards. The sounds of Shoto in the background got louder and louder but you could not hear the telltale sounds of a fight taking place. What was occupying him?

Dabi had taken a step forward each time you stepped back but it didn’t seem like he was trying to close the distance just yet. You knew very well that he was capable of sending his flames towards you, so you figured that he just didn’t see the need. Another step backwards had you crashing into something solid and in instinct your head flew around to see what was blocking your path. You couldn’t remember there being a wall behind you, surely you would’ve registered that.

But when you turned around you found… nothing? Only Shouto, standing a meter away from you, panting like he had just run a marathon. Your body was still angled towards Dabi, so you quickly turned back to face him, a soft sigh of relief leaving your lips when you saw that he was still standing away a few meters. Your hand extended backwards, and sure enough, you felt a barrier just behind you.

“Is that a quirk?” you asked Shoto, hoping that he would be able to hear you through whatever that thing was.

“Seems like it,” he answered, his voice strained. “I can’t break through it with my ice. You have to get the person who’s doing this… I can’t help you like this.”

Dabi let out a chuckle. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll let you do that,” she said, coming closer now.

You weren’t sure what to do, step aside and around the invisible wall? If that was even possible. Or stay and let Dabi come dangerously close to you. You eventually made your mind up, taking a step to the side and feeling around the wall, trying to see where it would lead.

The only warning you got was a “I don’t think so” from Dabi and suddenly he was standing right in front of you, blocking your way off. Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up. How had he managed to come close this quickly?

You ducked and tried to slip away sideways, but Dabi grabbed your arm and pulled you back, slamming you against the barrier. You heard Shoto shouting from behind you, telling Dabi to let you go but he only grinned in answer and lifted his free arm, a blue flame igniting in his palm. “I don’t think you’re in the position to make any demands right now,” he chuckled, bringing the flame dangerously close to your face. You leaned back as much as you could, your entire body pressed up against the wall, the heat of the flames uncomfortably licking over your skin.

“What do you want?” you asked, and you hated your voice for sounding so weak in this moment.

“Me?” Dabi said, extinguishing the flame and grabbing you face with his hand instead. “I just wanna have some fun,” he grinned. “Work’s been pretty boring lately, you know…” His fingers pressed harder down on your cheeks, making your lips pucker and your jaw ache. “And I think I just found just the perfect plaything.”

Shouto banged on the walls. “Leave her alone!” he shouted, another barrage of ice banging against the barrier. You could feel the vibrations on you back where it was pressed against it, but the barrier itself didn’t move, didn’t break or shatter. It was solid.

Dabi let go of your face and leered at Shouto over your shoulder. “I don’t think I will,” he said, his hand now moving down to trail along your thighs. Your hero costume consisted of a bodysuit, a short skirt covering your hips and waist, but your legs were bare, so when Dabi touched you, you could feel it on your skin and it erupted into goosebumps immediately. Was he about to do what you were thinking? No, surely this was just to make you nervous, fuck with your head a bit. Sadly though, it was working and in a split-second decision, you felt like you needed to get away from the villain and pulled at the arm he was holding harshly, hoping that he would lose his balance and you could get away. You ducked under his arms and tried to flee but his grip on your arm had not faltered and he pulled you back, this time slamming you against the wall with your chest, stepping close behind you to hold you there with his body.

“I told you not to do that,” he growled, his hand heating up and singing your arm, the smell of burning flesh beginning to waft from it. Pain shot through your body and tears sprung up into your eyes as you cried out. “I get it! I get it!” you told him, sobbing at the pain. Dabi hummed in response and he reeled back the flames, his grip still iron-like on your arm however and pressing into the charred flesh. “Let’s hope I won’t have to do this again. Would be a shame to burn a cute face like yours.”

Shouto had once more banged against the walls, furiously trying to get them to shatter. How could he just… stand there while his fiancée was being tortured by Dabi. His hands curled into fists, tiny specs of blood trailing from where his nails had dug into his skin.

Dabi simply chuckled at Shouto’s desperate face, his free hand lifting up to your face, turning it towards him. “Really would be a shame,” he said with a grin, before leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes widened and you tried to move away but when you felt the hand on your face heat up again, you stilled, tears leaking from your mouth while Dabi kissed you and pulled at you lower lip with his teeth. “Open up,” he growled when you didn’t move and you obeyed, feeling like there was no way for you to get out of this situation. Your quirk simply wasn’t made for close-range combat.

As soon as you had opened your mouth, Dabi’s tongue snaked inside, exploring every little nook and cranny that before had exclusively belong to Shouto. More tears rolled down your cheeks as Dabi made a slurping sound, pulling your upper lip into his mouth slightly before he parted from you, looking back at Shouto with a grin. “Delicious,” he commented, loving the way that Shouto looked at him with rage in his eyes.

“But this is not what I’m here for,” he eventually said, letting go of your face. You wanted to spit out the disgusting taste Dabi had left in your mouth, but you feared that this would only lead to him burning you again, so you held the desire back, hoping that he had simply done this to rile Shouto up a bit and this was it. He had said that this was not his goal after all, right?

While you were lost in your thoughts, trying to calculate the next step Dabi would take, he had sent Shouto another grin, making sure that the man’s eyes were on Dabi’s hands as they laid on your thigh again.

You shot up, turning your head to face Dabi with wide eyes.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time,” Dabi lamented as he let his hand trail upwards and under your skirt. “So, I’m just gonna have get to the main part.”

You heard Shouto shouting but you couldn’t see him, your eyes still fixed on Dabi as he pulled at the bottom the bottom of your body suit to the side, uncovering your pussy for his fingers to explore.

“Don’t!” you shouted instinctively, trying to get him to stop but a slap to your pussy had you lurching forward and against the barrier. Dabi laughed and two of his fingers dipped inside you, prodding against your walls as your teeth clenched at the painful intrusion.

“Yeah, should work,” you heard Dabi mumbled behind you and the next second, his fingers left you and he popped them into his mouth, humming at the taste.

“Gotta say, this one really IS delicious,” he commented, his eyes looking at Shouto, who was watching the situation unfold in front of him with a painful look in his eyes.

Once Dabi had cleaned his fingers, he moved his hand towards his belt, expertly unbuckling it with one hand and shoving his pants down, just enough so he could pull out his cock from his pants.

“Relax or this is gonna hurt,” he whispered into your ear, his hand pushing against your back so your ass would stick out more.

Your wide eyes were looking at Shouto now, knowing what was about to happen. “Don’t, please,” you whispered, a sob leaving your lips. You were going to be violated in front of your fiancé. You were going to get fucked by a villain in front of the love of your life. “Shouto, please, close your eyes,” you begged him as he stood in front of you, both of his hands pressed against the barrier and his face directly in front of you. He shook his head. “I don’t want you to see me like this,” you begged and eventually, Shouto nodded and closed his eyes, a tear running down his cheek just as Dabi prodded your entrance with the tip of his dick.

“You better watch what I’m about to do,” Dabi warned him, not liking that he was not looking at them anymore. “Or your little bitch is gonna be a burnt little bitch by the time I’m done with her.”

At those words, Shoto’s eyes immediately opened again, looking at Dabi with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t watch me, watch her,” Dabi ordered with a grin and as soon as Shouto’s eyes had moved to your crying face again, Dabi pushed into you.

You let out a howl, your face contorting in pain as Dabi buried inch after inch inside your tight little cunt. Your eyes looked up, to the side, anywhere beside Shouto’s face with was still in front of you. You couldn’t bare looking at him.

Dabi let out a small groan. “Damn, you’re tight,” he said, pulling back a little before pushing in again, this time further. “You’re boytoy that small?” He laughed at his own joke and grabbed your hips to hold you still, slamming himself into your cunt to the hilt. Your body was jolted forward and against the wall, a pained cry leaving your lips as your eyes closed. Dabi was big, too big for you and it felt like he was splitting you open in the middle.

You didn’t have time to get used to him however, as Dabi immediately began to thrust into you. He was hunched over you, his head laying on your shoulder and his mouth directly next to your ear, so you could hear every little groan he made. It disgusted you and only made you sob harder.

It must’ve made you clench down on him however, as he let out a small hiss of pleasure and in turn made him only pick up his pace, your body now getting repeatedly slammed against the barrier with Shouto having no choice but to watch the horrifying things Dabi did to you.

After a while the initial pain had subsided, and your sobbing calmed down. All you tried to do now, was to dissociate from everything that was happening, hoping to get lost in your own world while Dabi used you for his pleasure.

Unfortunately for you, Dabi noticed the empty look on your face and he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. “That won’t do,” he growled into your ear and the hand that had been holding onto your arm up until now let go so he could beginning rubbing at your clit.

As soon as you felt his fingers rubbing you, you were brought back to reality and a pained whine left your lips.

“Say, how would you like to cum in front of your boyfriend?” Dabi whispered into your ear, his fingers picking up in speed and flicking at your clit in the same rhythm as his thrust. “I’m sure he would like to see you come undone at the hands of a villain.”

He laughed when he felt you clench around him and his eyes moved towards Shouto. “She likes the idea, I felt her squeeze my dick,” he told him.

“Fucking die and rot in hell,” Shouto simply replied, his brows furrowed and his eyes full of tears he refused to shed. You had it much worse than him, there was no way he could allow himself to cry.

Dabi let out a bellowing laugh. “Sorry, can’t die just yet. Still got some unfinished business, you see…”

He soon turned his attention back to you however and began pounding into you like a man possessed, his fingers bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm you desperately tried to hold back. He could hear you breathing hitch and felt your pussy trying to squeeze him dry; he knew it wouldn’t take much longer for you to cream on his dick.

A few more thrusts and he knew that he had reached his goal when you cried out, your muscles clenching around him and your entire body twitching as you came all over his dick.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me dry,” Dabi groaned, trying to continue his thrusts but finding it hard with how hard you were gripping his dick. “That desperate for my cum, huh?”

You were panting and crying and trying to calm down again, but those words made you perk up. “No! Don’t” you exclaimed, looking back at him with a horrified gaze.

“Don’t what?” Dabi asked with a snicker, although his breathing had picked up as well as he got closer and closer to his own peak.

“Please, don’t cum inside!” you begged. “Anything else but that!”

Dabi thrust once, twice, and felt his dick twitch as his orgasm crashed over him.

“Oops,” he said with a laugh as his dick spurted his thick cum deep into your cunt. “Too late.” He groaned, pressing inside you as far as he could, lazily thrusting into you a few more times before he pulled out and let go of you, watching as you crumbled down to the floor.

“That was fun and all,” he told you in a conversational tone as he stuffed his dick back inside his pants. “But I got places to be, you know.”

His attention shifted back to Shouto, who was looking at you sitting on the ground, a small pool of cum dripping from your pussy and onto the floor.

“Hope you have a great day, Todoroki Shouto,” Dabi said to him with a wave and a malicious grin and in an instant he was gone, as if he had never been there in the first place.

It was eerily silent now, and Shouto simply pressed against the barrier, wanting nothing more than to go to your side, comfort you and make sure you got to an hospital to look over your wounds.

It took a minute before the barrier vanished, and Shouto had been pressing against it so hard that he stumbled forward a step once it was gone.

He immediately rushed to your side, embracing you and whispering into your ear how sorry he was, that you needed to go to a hospital, get your wounds checked and maybe talk to someone.

You had been silent up until now, your gaze on the floor but when Shouto rambled on and on about how he would take you to people, TELL people what had just happened, your head shot up and you looked at him, shaking it with wide eyes.

“No,” you whispered, pushing his hands away from your body so you could get up. “No, I’m fine.”

You grimaced at the feeling of your sore cunt but ignored it, simply pushing your body suit back into place and dusting off your clothes. “I’m fine,” you repeated. “Let’s just go home…”

With those words, you began walking off, heading into the direction of your shared apartment. Shouto followed your movements with wide eyes, getting up again and trying to get you to reconsider but you ignored his words, simply continuing to walk back home.

Eventually, Shouto gave up trying to talk some sense into you. It would do neither him nor you any good if he forced you to go to the hospital, and so he could only make sure that no one paid any special attention to you until you had reached the safety of your apartment.

Hopefully, you would listen to him eventually.

[crystalk17]

This is my super late submission for the MCYT gt gift exchange. I am really sorry for it being so late. I hope it is up to your standards!!!

This gift is for @leetlezeetle

Their promt: Giant dragon hybrid kidnaps a tiny/human to watch its young while they hunt.

As soon as I read this I thought "OMG PHILZA!!!"

So here is a fatherly, Giant, halfbreed dragon named Philza. Who kidnaps a young knight in training named Tommy. Maybe he can handle the young ones? Or maybe he will become the next meal. Who knows?

Tommy remembers the first day he was brought here. The teen was working on his stances and swings. Not even hours ago his face was shoved into the dirt by Dream. "You will never be a true knight. You can't even strike down Niki and she's a woman!" Tommy felt a heavy boot across his back shoving his body and pride even further into the mud. "You will quit or be killed."

Picking his body up the young-looking blond whipped the mud all over his front and face. If he was rebellious he would flick it at the superior, but now was not the time. After cleaning the brown thickness from his eyes he saw Dream holding his silver sword out to him with one hand. Tommy didn't say another word, even though so many were boiling under the skin to be screamed out. With a swipe of his hand, he grabbed the sword storming off.

Now he was in the field making sure he was perfect. Every swing of the sword, every shift of his body, had to be just right or he would restart with a deep growl. He would not leave until he got this perfect.

At least that was the plan.

Instead, he swung the sword jutting it straight out. The invisible enemy crippled back from the fatal stab. He was holding the wound begging for mercy.

"No foul creature. This is your last day on earth." Sliding his foot back he prepared for the final blow. Ramming the sword forward with such speed he had to close his eyes. He knew this was not the correct way to stab someone, but he was just practicing and he would try again. He expected the sword to slide through air. He would open his eyes and he would be holding his sword with one hand straight out and a perfect stance with the ghost enemy on the ground. But...but...he struck something.

Opening his eyes just a peek, his blood ran cold. Standing inches away from him was a black dragon with dark green scales sprinkled in. He thrust his sword forward hitting only the beast's clawed hand. The beast was humongous. Tommy had to look straight up into the air to even see the Creature's surprisingly blue eyes. What startled him, even more, was the fact that if the dragon wasn't looking its head over Tommy then he wouldn't even be able to see his eyes very well.

He could feel his body freeze. It didn't want to move. He felt the sword drop from his hands when the creature got even closer sniffing at his head. His hair flew up a bit then landed on top of the sweat already traveling down his face. The ground seemed to be shaking...oh wait that was his feet shaking back and forth. His pupils went wide when the blackish dragon nudged him with its claws. Maybe to see if he was alive?

Faster than he thought the creature could move, its clawed hand struck out grasping the young knight. It easily encompasses the human hiding it from the world. Tommy's whole body was encased by leather and claws that were larger than his own body. Was he seriously getting kidnapped like a princess? For what seemed like five minutes, most likely longer, Tommy banged against his rock-hard prison. He looked down seeing the monster made the mistake of allowing him to keep his sword. As if it was an instinct he grasped it in two hands and shifted his body forward. One. Two. Three hits. Even a stab and nothing happened. He wouldn't be surprised if he looked at the to and it was bent. He was going to be here for a while. -------------------------------------------------------

That very day was three months ago. On this very day, Tommy was sitting on the dusty ground of a cave, light reflecting off the walls from the fire he built. There was always plenty of food and the cave even had a small stream running through it. He was always surprised no other creatures tried to claim this area as theirs, but at the same time, he understood why.

Behind him, the sound of running feet hitting rock made his head turn. At this point, he was used to this. Looking outside it seemed about that time when the young ones started to stir.

"You can't catch me!!" Running up behind Tommy a child with short brown hair and a rugged jacket came into view. The child decided to run right behind Tommy's back even though his body was way too big to be covered up by the teen. The child looked like he could be a very young adult in stature, but in fact, this was a young halfling.

Two other forms came running out, but instead of humans like this child one was an actual dragon the size of a horse and the other human-looking but with dragon features. These three were young dragon halflings. Tommy found out through experience and reading in books halfling children had no control over their body. The younger they were the more dangerous they were.

When halfling babies are born they are very small compared to their parents. They are the size of a human, some can even be the size of a human toddler. As they got older their bodies morphed into the proper size. This is the exact reason why most halflings do not survive. They have dangers around every corner because of their vulnerable size and accidents do happen between the older halflings and their young. Throughout the years, the children would get used to their shifting abilities, so it wasn't uncommon for siblings, like these three, to look completely different.

The human-looking child keep moving back and forth so he was covered up by his 'shield'. The human with dragon features was trying to get around the sitting human to get to his sibling. With every movement, Tommy flinched a bit because the dragon halfling had claws that were digging into him every time he touched Tommy's skin while trying to get around him. He knew it was an accident, probably didn't even think about it, but he had to learn.

"Michael" he winced once more as his claws touched his shoulder. "Michael." he raised his voice a bit more to get the child's attention. The volume seemed to get his attention cause he froze in his actions. "Michael. What did we talk about playing."

"To be careful." Tommy watched as the pink flaps he had for ears drooped down showing he was upset.

"Yes, kid. You unlike your brothers have claws, wings, and these cool horns." Tommy grabbed one horn and shook the child's whole head making him smile. "I can't have your dad coming back and I'm filled with holes from your claws. He would kill us both. Just make sure next time-"

As he was talking the third child jumped right on top of Tommy. The Third was a black dragon like his father but had specks of dirty yellow scales on him. Somehow the third child learned to turn into a full dragon, but couldn't control turning back very often. He was the size of a horse and as heavy as one. "Tubbo! Tubbo get off!" Tommy was using all his strength to push the little dragon off, but all it accomplished was a face full of dragon licks.

This was how it was every single day. Tommy was left in the cave with three halfling children named Wilbur, Michael, and Tubbo. Every day it was him watching as the three played tag or roughhoused with each other while their father was gone. Who was the father? That was the black dragon who kidnapped him three months ago. Every day the giant black dragon would go out hunting, leaning poor Tommy to watch and protect his young. At first, he hated it and wanted to escape himself, but after a few days of being stuck here, the seventeen-year-old fell in love with Phil's children. Anymore he couldn't picture it any differently.

"Tubbo this is the last time I'm asking. Get off." his face was drenched in dragon slobber. The most he could do was push against the black dragon's body but he wouldn't budge. All it accomplished was the young one started to nuzzle and push up against his face to show affection. Michael ran behind Tommy's head and put all his weight on the human's arms. He was pinned to the ground and he was not going anywhere. His legs would flail up and down, but that was about it. He couldn't even do this much in fear of kicking one of the halflings.

"Get off!" Through his shouting and torturous affection, Tommy heard wood breach at the opening of the cave. The three children must have heard it too, because all three of their heads whirled to the opening as well. Tubbo started to growl and Michael's eyes grew wide. Tommy could feel the young dragon slowly stepping off his body, but he had to be ready for action now. Gently pushing him all the way, Tommy grabbed his sword from the ground. This was why he was brought here. His job was to protect and help with the young ones when their father was gone. All this training had to come into play. His heart started to beat faster as he watched the three halflings hide behind his body as if they weren't bigger than him, as if he could protect them from whatever dared to come into a dragon's den. His grip tightened on the hilt as his eyes glared at the opening. Tommy put one hand out to assure the young ones behind him.

Tubbo started to sniff the air, then his tail wagged like a dog's. He was excited about something. He ran forward with a determined speed. Tommy tried to reach out and grab his neck, but he was just dragged forward when the pup ran at full speed. Tommy dug his feet into the ground, but it didn't seem to help.

Tubbo came to an abrupt stop, flipping Tommy's body onto the ground. He frowned in irritation. He couldn't even stop a running five-year-old, how was he supposed to protect these guys?

Walking into the entrance of their hidden cave was the same black dragon who grabbed him all those months ago. With the creatures massive body in full view Tubbo ran full speed towards his father wagging his tail. Tommy had to just release or be dragged with him. He watched as the dragon very carefully dropped a dead cow, probably stolen from the villagers. The sheer black beast very carefully nuzzled Tubbo with the end of his snout getting a small squick in response.

Michael and Wilbur ran over, but straight to their dinner. Tommy watched in disgust as the two would burn the carcass with their fire than eat the pieces they tore off like hamburgers.

"Not hungry?" a deep rumbling voice asked with a surprising gentleness to it.

Tommy's scrunched up in disgust. "I'll stick to my berries and properly hunted meat. He looked up to see where a black dragon was standing was now an adult half breed human. The half dragon was smaller then the dragon form, by 20 feet to be exact. He still had black dragon wings, his tail, razor teeth, even his claws on his hands, but everything else was the perfect imitation of a human.

Tommy grabbed his sword to head out and find his own food. He would allow the family their time and he could practice with his sword. He marched to the opening when the tail curled around him blocking his path. In irritation, he looked up at the smug blond-haired male who looked 30 with horns. He had his wings tucked away, but Tommy knew they were there. He attempted to climb over the tree truck-sized obstacle until it started to move dragging him closer to the half-breed.

"What! I'm just getting food unless you want your protector to starve." The tail didn't stop herding him until he was right back to the other three dragonlings. Tommy knew he didn't need his sword so he let it drop while he yelled up at the beast. "This isn't funny Phil."

"You know I appreciate you right?"

Since he was close enough now, Phil gently picked the young knight up with two fingers. He could feel Tommy squirming, but both knew nothing would happen.

"If I didn't think you could handle yourself, I wouldn't have chosen you to watch my young."

Tommy looked back in those deep blue eyes before he spoke. "Yeah well... I know."

Phil put the human back down beside the other three. He curled his tail closely around the four. His four kids.

[thegreatobsesso]

A scene for anybody who wants to dive a little deeper into my WIP. :)

Hi friends. I have gathered a tiny taglist and I’ve barely used it, so here is a scene that is probably my favorite scene from my whole WIP. I gonna resist the urge to bog you down with context and just let you get shot off onto the ride.

Trigger warning for general creepiness and Callie using Callie-like language.

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@avrablake @adie-dee @dontjudgemeimawriter @ryorine @thelaughingstagComment to be added or removed :)

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Simon POV 3:15 am.

His magic wouldn’t last forever and it’d fade with distance. He had to get them all out, now, before it was too late.

He opened Callie’s door unceremoniously and called to her, uncaring what she was up to or why she ignored him earlier. She wasn’t in her bed but the bathroom door was open.

He found her in the empty bathtub, naked and wet, hugging her knees and staring straight ahead.

“Callie?” he asked, so startled by the sight he nearly forgot the danger they were all in. “Are you okay?”

She blinked. “Yeah,” she said absently. She uncoiled herself and looked at her hands, shriveled by water that was already gone. “I guess I fell asleep.”

Nothing about her position when he walked in resembled someone who’d been sleeping. “Are you okay?” she asked him as he came closer, knelt by the edge of the bathtub on cold, checkered tile. It smelled like extinguished candles in here but they were all still burning.

“You’re shaking.”

She looked down as if to verify, and pushed down the unsettling impression of an invisible scar, a gash in time.

“I’m cold,” she said.

Callie POV 2:45 am.

She couldn’t fucking sleep.

Which was whatever. It’s not like she was on a schedule here. If she was bored probably get the Trudy the Ice Queen to drag her around again while Bennett was off arguing for equality. And if she wanted to sleep the day away, she could do that too.

The water was getting cold again; she sat up and turned the brass handle of the faucet, bringing fresh hot water into the bath. The pipes that ran along the walls clanged and groaned in distress.

Shitty old castle.

All the same, a bath was a bath and no one who hasn’t been in prison - hasn’t spent years of their life cleaning themselves in long, stark halls with lukewarm water spewing from rusty shower heads in concrete ceilings - can know just how exquisite a bath could be.

Callie knew now, and could testify, that it was better than sex. Yes. The hot waterfall splashing into the huge porcelain tub; swirling, caressing her skin, wearing away at every ache until her limbs felt like jelly. Bubbles, rising up high and soft like clouds, separating the world of the cold, cruel air from that of the forgiving, nurturing water. Candles and incense; smoke and musky scents filling the air of the darkened room.

Yes, yes, yes. This claw-footed basin of bliss was her favorite thing in the castle - Lyonall School of the Arcane wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Or, it was exactly what it was cracked up to be: ruthless, sharp, unrestrained. It was her that changed.

Bennett was fighting a losing battle here. These people weren’t like him. Where did the other five of them stand, those other headmasters, besides one Bennett was banging?

Another draft - barely there, but in close quarters like this, odd. It ghosted over her wet arms hanging over the lip of the tub, and she pulled them down under water and shivered.

There was no one here, of course. It was just an old weird castle, maybe mildly haunted. She closed her eyes again and sent out a little magic to warm the water.

It worked, for a minute or two, and then the water cooled again. Except this time, too quickly. She sat up to turn on the faucet again but within seconds, the temperature plummeted and the water was freezing, freezing, fuck!

She yelped, cursed, and jumped from the tub, splashing water and bubbles all over the tile floor in her haste to grab her robe.

What the hell? She pulled the long, heavy robe around her body, staring at the tub. It looked normal. What happened?

She’d never be able to explain how she knew it was behind her again. She didn’t need to turn around; the same thing she felt watching her in the halls, that got close enough in the old gardens to make her arm-hairs stand up, to tingle the back of her neck. Familiar and foreign; human and not-human; wrong, wrong, wrong.

She clenched her jaw and faced it.

This time, it was there, and it didn’t just take on a human appearance, the thing standing stock-still in the door frame: it looked like a human she knew.

But it wasn’t her, couldn’t be. It was something seething and false, a memory from a dream that hid just out her mind’s grasp.

Half-convinced her hand would go straight through it, she moved forward and touched its cheek.

It didn’t disappear - it was solid, warm, and alive. Too alive. Pulsing with power she could feel inside her own chest - too much, too many kinds.

“Riley?” she asked. It felt like a foolish thing to say to the thing so obviously wearing Riley’s face.

Riley wouldn’t wear a dress like this, a black linen thing, simple but elegant, loose but flattering, with bulbous, fluttering sleeves cinching at the wrists. Riley wouldn’t be here, in this bathroom inside Lyonall School of the Arcane, barefoot on the floor like she’d been born here. And Riley’s eyes were grey, not amber. Not this bright amber, simmering with a fire behind them.

Its hand came up to trail its fingertips over the back of hers, the color of the eyes alight in its veins too, and it smiled without moving its face. Numbness followed where it touched, spreading from the back of Callie’s hand down her wrist.

She pulled sharply to look, expecting to see something, anything, but it was just her hand; the numbness crept up towards her elbow.

“It’s me,” it said softly, its eyelashes fluttering. “Changed, yes. But still me.”

“No,” Callie stammered. “No, this is, this-”

“Sorry about the water,” it said, its cool gaze flicking to the bathtub. “I seem to cause disturbances. Water gets hot or cold, candles go out. A wind blows.”

She backed away, her mouth going dry, her feet oddly heavy. A spreading paralysis, but she wasn’t falling down, just becoming rigid.

“Stop,” she choked, wishing she sounded much stronger. “I’ll scream.”

She said it, and the ice crawling through her body shot up her throat. Her useless hands fumbled at her neck, but there was nothing to latch onto, no attacker to fight off except-

“This isn’t personal,” Riley said coolly (because through her panic she could see it was Riley, against all odds, against logic, against sense). “It honestly never was, you know. I thought I needed you.” She raised a single eyebrow. “I was short-sighted.”

Callie found herself frozen like a statue, her hands at her throat. This magic that slipped beneath her skin was beyond anything she’d ever felt; it bound her tightly and pulled in even harder when she strained against it, choking her life away.

“Don’t be scared,” Riley said, stepping aside - leaving the doorway to the bedroom clear.

Her feet stepped quite mechanically out of the cold puddle on their own accord. She passed right by Riley, close enough to smell her - tea leaves and latex and hotel soap, just like before, just like always - and her body folded itself awkwardly like a badly-stringed puppet and settled on the edge of the bed.

Not mind control, she noted frantically, observing herself - Matter magic, her limbs being controlled like a puppet, her vocal cords frozen.

How could Riley possibly do this? She flipped between her own types of magic, but none were a match for this hold.

Riley sat next to her, her slight body barely even moving the mattress, and sighed. “You and I,” she mused. “The only two hybrids alive. It’s a shame we’re not on the same side.” A pause. “Maybe the world’s lucky we’re not.”

Riley, but not Riley. Riley wasn’t this talkative, especially about nonsense - she wasn’t a hybrid. Or, at least, she didn’t used to be. God, but was that why she felt so wrong? Was that the reason for this unnatural, jittery cloud that clung to her, radiating from her like static electricity?

Riley brushed some wet hair away from her face. She couldn’t turn her head but found she could still move her eyes. Riley was watching her curiously, a small smile softening her angular cheekbones.

“I took Nauxial’s magic from Nauxial himself,” she stated matter-of-factly, gently tucking Callie’s hair behind her ear. “And every power he ever took along with it. That’s what you feel. I bet you’re even more in tune with it than anyone else, because you’ve known him too. Briefly, at least. You felt his wrongness, that swirl of a hundred different kinds of incompatible magic, and now you sense the same in me, don’t you?”

Her throat was rigid, her jaw clenched shut. Riley seemed to have forgotten, and on Callie’s silence, she saw Riley’s golden-orange magic pulse and it loosened, just a fraction - an invitation to speak.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked, forcing her voice up through the small space Riley gave her. If it was true, Riley would never spill her plans unless-

“Because you won’t remember any of it,” Riley said softly, pulling her voice away again before she could question any further. “And I thought it’d be a nice way to pass the time.”

She stood up then, her black linen dress hanging softly from the edges of her shoulders, leaving Callie to dumbly contemplate her meaning. “I meant it when I said I’m still me,” she said, wandering to the vanity and picking up a vial of Callie’s perfume. “But I’m different, too. It feels good to tell you what I’ve done. To tell someone, at any rate.”

She sniffed the perfume, considered at it for a second, and then placed the cap on.

“This is a bit much, isn’t it?” she asked, spreading the folds of the dress open over her non-existent hips. “But you have to look the part. I don’t think I’d have had the stomach for it before, but now, it’s…”

She picked up a tube of Callie’s lipstick, twisted the bottom, exposed the color curiously. “Well, fun is a stretch, but it comes easier.”

Callie watched pathetically, locked in Riley’s magic and her own terror, as she leaned toward the full-length mirror. Riley applied the stuff carefully, puckering her lips and examining the results.

It looked absolutely obscene on her, blood-red screaming against her natural face, her sharp features.

The three quick knocks at the door would’ve made her jump out of her skin, if she could move.

Riley snapped to attention and looked, for a split second, something like herself - her softness disintegrated. She clenched her fist in Callie’s direction, flaring her magic, painfully tightening her hold on her throat.

This was why she was here, Callie realized - controlling her, telling her stories, rifling through her things. Killing time, until she stopped her from answering the door.

Three more knocks, louder this time, quicker, more insistent.

Help, she cried inside her mind, not even close to giving a shit who it was. And then, stupidly, for the first time, she remembered Bennett.

Bennett, she said, grappling for their connection across the bridge, but she couldn’t find him, maybe he was asleep, or, or worse- bennett bennett wake up I need help it’s riley she’s here she’s-

The door cracked open; Adrian Prentice poked his head in and she nearly wept with relief. So he was an asshole, so what, someone stumbled in and saw this, he’d do something, he’d stop it-

His eyes glazed over both of them, looking around the room, and it was only then she caught the practically imperceptible glimmer of obscuring magic. Riley hid the both of them in magic so subtle she didn’t even see it from the inside at first.

Her hope shriveled as Adrian walked through her room and her bathroom, searching for her. He lingered right in front of her for a moment, looking right through her and chewing his bottom lip, and then left the way he came. Riley only breathed again at the sound of three more knocks, farther away.

Bennett’s room.

She screamed across the bridge but it was more than just her body that was paralyzed. She heard his door creak open, hushed conversation - two sets of footsteps walking out of their suite and shutting the main door behind them.

Riley, at last, relaxed.

“You can’t begin to imagine my surprise, hearing you’d be here,” she said, and if there was some connection between Adrian’s intrusion and her statement it was lost on Callie. “I almost panicked.”

She placed the lipstick back on the vanity, her movements easy, languid again. “Adrian’s going through you one by one, plumbing your memories for anything he can use. I couldn’t have him doing that to you - I’ve got him believing I’m a descendant of Nauxial. That there was a secret bloodline and all that, the sort of thing these people love. Now,” she said, raising her index finger like a teacher coming to the point, “if he came across you and me, the orblex, the things we did in the basement…”

She dropped off, raising her eyebrows and searching Callie’s face and fuck, she was enjoying it - watching her panicked mind racing to catch up with the information flying at her while she was frozen and afraid. Adrian believes Riley’s a descendent of Nauxial, she told herself. Remember this, no matter what she does to you, she’s lying to Adrian, she needs him for some reason, she’s… she’s…

Riley cracked the door open a bit to look outside - Callie lost her focus, wracked herself for a way to draw attention, a loud sound, a signal, a-

“They’re gone,” she said, shutting it again. “I don’t think it’ll last long. I told Adrian that Simon was strong, but he’s a hard-headed, arrogant son of a bitch. Although, to his credit, I’ve gone out of my way to make him underestimate me.”

God, if she could just reach Bennett, to warn him, to get his help, anything. She reached for the bridge again or at least where it should be but nothing was there except black, black.

“Now, this is different,” Riley commented as she regarded Callie, motionless and helpless and growing in desperation. “Before, I’d have finished up with you as quickly as I could but now, now, I just…”

She knelt in front of Callie and she could see quite clearly now the earnestness in Riley’s eager eyes, the clean, sharp lines of her face, her blazing red lips. The sight left Callie stunned and stupid, a blow to the back that knocked the air from her lungs.

“I’ve never fully flexed this power,” Riley said, drawing her hands over her own magic that hovered around Callie, seeping through her skin, freezing her bones. Curiosity lit her eyes, not the old, clinical sort - this was closer to temptation. “I should go,” she admitted. “But I wanna test it.”

She laid her hands down over Callie’s, through the spellwork, and Callie watched numbly as Riley unclenched her fists and took her hands into her own. “You’re strong,” she said. “Not as strong as me, but stronger than almost everybody else. I wonder how much I could make you do against your will.”

The magic shifted almost imperceptibly, its taste changed; physical magic like hers, like Peter’s, but frightening in its precision, the way it clung to her muscles and bones and left her brain free to cry in protest as Riley pulled her gently from the bed.

No, she tried to say. No, no, no. She felt feverish; the robe clung to her clammy skin but whether it was from the bath or her fear, she couldn’t say. Riley took one of Callie’s hands in her own and held it out, away from their bodies; she took Callie’s other hand and placed it on her shoulder, smiling when it stuck there.

“My mother made me take ballroom dancing lessons when I was a kid. Amazing,” she hummed thoughtfully, low in her throat, “how all that muscle memory sticks with you. Have you ever done it? Nod yes or no.”

The magical bonds around her head and neck loosened a fraction but she didn’t use the temporary freedom, refused to give Riley the satisfaction until-

“I asked you a question,” Riley said softly, her voice laced with a different kind of magic. “Answer me.”

The answer was no and to her chagrin, her head moved side-to-side to indicate it. Riley smiled - just a hint, a subtle pleasure at a tiny victory.

Acid rose in her throat and she closed her eyes. Even if she had to feel it, she didn’t have to look. Riley’s hand, soft on her waist; her own feet moving over the tile. Riley led, and she followed.

To think she ever enjoyed being near this person - that she felt safe, that, that just because Riley was going along with her and because her own magic was stronger back then, that she had any power over the other woman whatsoever. She was never more than a game piece; a minor one, at that.

She never stood a chance. She could have all the strength in the world but she was so, so stupid and Riley was anything but and now, now she was… she was…

“Open your eyes,” Riley said.

She didn’t force her - just a simple request, no magic behind it.

Callie did. God help her, she was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t.

It was terrible this way. She could see too much, their bodies inches apart, their faces level. Riley’s eyes, mercilessly sharp; her wiry frame, even thinner now but twice as strong; her wavy hair tied loosely, elegantly back, a few stray tendrils hanging free over her shoulders. Her lips stained like she’d just eaten someone alive.

She was beautiful and it made Callie want to scream and scream.

“I’ll be free someday,” Riley said. “All these powers will be gone, and so will my natural one, and I’ll be a normal human being. I can’t do that to myself, though. I need somebody else to take my powers from me. That’s the thing I never understood before. Magic doesn’t disappear. It has to go somewhere.”

Her throat clenched: not because Riley made it, just because her body was trying to cry and Riley wouldn’t let it. She watched Callie carefully, checking for any signs of resistance as Callie’s body responded to the tiniest change in Riley’s touch. Her feet followed Riley’s in reverse; she didn’t even have to think. Her palm sweat in Riley’s cool hand.

“I have to perfect it,” she continued, her voice taking on a faraway quality. “I have to learn to take it away safely, and then I have to give that knowledge away.”

So it was true - the same thing she always wanted, different ways of trying to get it. More desperate ways. How many people would she pass this grotesque secret to before she found one who could do what she wanted? What would they use it for after that? The power to take away magic, if it fell into even worse hands than hers…

She forced her voice through, the words tearing their way up her constricted throat.

“People are afraid of me,” she rasped, knowing she only had so much strength left in her. “They should be afraid of you. You’re a monster.”

Riley looked into her eyes with a soft expression, somewhere between understanding and pity. “Yes,” she said.

Her feet stopped moving because Riley’s did. “I really should go,” she murmured with a quirk of her eyebrow, as if Callie were the one tempting her to stay. “I’ll put you back the way I found you,” she said thoughtfully. “It’ll be less jarring when you come out of it, I think, to find yourself where you remember being last.”

Riley had mastered moving her body now and she walked back to the bathroom far more naturally than she walked out of it. It might have looked, to a bystander, like she moved on her own accord. Might have looked like she didn’t mind Riley slipping her bathrobe off her shoulders, dropping it on the floor.

She cringed as she lowered herself back into the cold water, swallowing her mute humiliation at being stripped and positioned like an inanimate plaything. “There,” Riley said as she settled Callie’s body down into the tub. “Not so bad, it it?”

Then her eyes flicked to the water and she touched her fingertips to the surface. “Oh, maybe it is,” she said apologetically, flicking her hand dry. “Here you go.”

The water warmed as Riley laid her hands flat against its surface and shut her eyes - not enough to stop her shaking, not enough to calm the scream stuck in her throat.

“It is different now,” Riley mused, as if conceding it to someone who’d told her so, leaning comfortably against the edge of the bath. “I didn’t think it would be, but power changes things in ways I couldn’t have guessed. I’ve had people at my mercy before, but I’ve never taken any pleasure in watching someone squirm, or seeing fear in their eyes. Helplessness. It’s all very strange.”

She dipped the tips of her fingers into the bathwater again, near Callie’s arm, and swirled them around as she spoke.

“You poor thing,” she said, and reached up to caress the side of her frozen face. She would jerk away if she could, or bite her fingers off, or maybe just vomit. She couldn’t do any of those things. Couldn’t move. Riley’s fingers trailed up to the top of her wet head, and the room spun.

The damn water was getting cold again. It wouldn’t stay warm, not even for five minutes.

Shitty old castle.

She briefly considered leaning forward to turn the tap on again, but the water level was slowly dropping, the drain making a sad sucking noise, and it didn’t feel worth it. Something was off but she couldn’t say quite what. It gnawed at her. She felt strangely defeated. Or maybe she was just afraid to move.

So she just sat there instead, staring at the tap, letting the water drain.

-

Simon POV 3:15 am.

“I’m cold,” Callie said.

He felt like he should look away, but he was too worried about her to be concerned with her lack of clothing, especially if she wasn’t. The shadow of whatever happened in here darkened her eyes, leaving them unfocused.

A bathrobe lay crumpled on the floor and he picked it up and put it over her back, pulling it around her shoulders like a blanket.

“We’re leaving,” he said. “Get dressed, pack your things.”

She blinked, nodded. “Good.”

Nothing could have unnerved him more than that: simple compliance. No questions, no arguments. Just good.

What had happened to her?

There'd be no time to find out until he got them out here, whole.