#cost him a swift kick to the shin

[simbleleven]

Is everybody in?

The Gorillaz Demon Days cover has always been a favorite of mine, and the thought of recreating an album cover sounded like fun. Got my funky little trio on board, including Nyon, because these days, those guys can talk that poor boy into anything. Including dressing up for, uh, dunno, I think they just look cool. But the skull facepaint on Nyon was a deliberate choice.

[yandere-romanticaa]

As a request, may I ask please for a reader running away from the Fatui debt collector and ending up by getting caught by Childe ?

The strong regard in which the Fatui held their contracts in could almost rival the nation of Liyue itself. By signing your name on the paper you signed off your entire life away, perhaps even your very soul if the situation or person called for it. The Fatui were rolling in mora and their Harbingers were some of the richest people to ever grace Teyvat. Their bankers know what they are doing, no penny is ever left unchecked and all of the clients pay what they are owed, no matter the cost.

You were one of those unfortunate clients.

On paper, their professionalism was okay, maybe even great if you're delusional enough. But everything came at a cost and you realized that the Fatui were only ever interested in keeping their side of the contract intact.

After mysteriously being laid off your job and losing every earthly possession you ever owned, you were left with no options other than to turn to the Northernland Bank. Despite its somewhat sketchy reputation there was also a decent amount of individuals who were quite pleased with the banks services, which is exactly why you felt all the more urged to go there. Everything was going smoothly for the first few months. You managed to pay rent and get some other basic necessities in order such as food and clothes but you were still far from the safe zone. You never managed to pay your debts on time which made the clerk at the bank frustrated with you.

"We can be kind to you only for so long." she'd say.

"Don't make the same mistake again."

You promised her that you wouldn't and you intended to keep that promise.

Unfortunately, life almost never plays out the way we want it to.

After weeks of endless job hunts, no one wanted to take you. It made no sense whatsoever! You had no criminal record, were always diligent on your previous job and had no enemies. Whenever you'd have an interview the people behind the counter would always be quick to shush you and tell you that they could not take you in. The last place you applied for, a small flower shop, was so quick to turn you down that it should be considered the world record. The moment you said your name out loud it was as if a switch was pressed and the owner switched gears entirely. Her demeanor went from calm and sweet to anxious and downright terrified as her entire body started shaking. She was beyond forceful as she shoved you out the door and told, no, begged you to not come back, ever.

In those brief moments you shared with the woman she became fear personified. You never understood why but right now that didn't matter.

Not when Fatui agents were pursuing you in the darkness of the night.

They were like the harrowing winter wind, sharp and swift. They barged into your home and demanded you pay what you owed unless you wished for more serious consequences to take place. The hooded agent pressed his large blade against your neck and his fire red eyes tore into you, daring you to make a move.

He was not expecting you to actually do something, let alone kick him in the shin.

A cryo mage and a hydro skirmisher were hot on your tail but you managed to quickly outrun them.

Panting, you hid behind a large pile of wooden crates near the harbor. There was little to no light aside from the stars, providing you ample cover against your assailants. This wasn't unfortunately only an advantage for you alone as they too could make use of this darkness. Not only were you outnumbered but also found to be completely and utterly defenseless. With little to no combat training and no vision to speak of, this endless chase became more and more unbearable. Options were also limited - keep hiding and make a run for it outside of the city but risk getting chased all over the content or come out of hiding and face the music.

Neither option was good. Death was all but guaranteed. The Fatui did not understand the concept of mercy.

That was a sentiment that the 11th Harbinger knew all to well.

He watched you from a window, ocean blue eyes tailing after every single move of yours. His chin rested on his hand while the other toyed with a white glaze lilly that grew close next to him, the soft petals providing him a much needed source of silly entertainment. In his eyes you were this glaze lilly - gentle, beautiful. Easy to break. It took him no effort whatsoever to tear your life to shreds and keep you docile. Tartaglia was a little bitter how you did not remember him back when you were younger, which might be the reason as to why he is being so harsh right now. He always liked to play rough and the sight of you shaking made his blood rush with pure and utter glee. Everything was going according to plan and he could not have been more satisfied. A wicked smirk danced on his lips as he ripped the glaze lilly from the pot, its green stem now firmly in his hands. A wave of determination came over the young man as he let out a quiet laugh to himself.

As fun as this was, he was done. No more games, he was going to have you.

It was time to step into the heart of the action.

Like an acrobat, Childe leaped out of the window and landed gracefully on both his feet, the bow on his back firmly set in place. His fingers twitched in anticipation as he creeped up closer and closer towards you. He was so quiet that not even a mouse could hear him.

It really wasn't your fault for screaming so hard, he thought to himself. Anyone would have gotten scared if someone just came up to them like that. As a matter of fact, he even found it kind of cute!

The shrill screams naturally caught the attention of the people he told to hunt you down and in a flash they stood before the two of you, panting but ready for action. The measley subordinates were, unsurprisingly, startled to see a Harbinger out in the open like this, prompting them to immediately lower their heads and bow deeply.

You were too caught up in your own paranoia to hear Childe mumble a quiet "You are dismissed." command to them. You trembled, fat tears caking your face as the ginger turned to face you, a small smile on his lips. He scared you enough for now, hasn't he? Reaching out towards you he held your quivering body, your face pressed deeply against his chest as you wept loudly. The grey fabric of his clothing soon turned a much darker shade due to the heavy tears but you could not care less.

Tired, you were so tired.

Despite having no clue to the identity of the man who held you so gently, there was absolutely no chance you were letting him go. You made your decision right there and then - snaking your arms around his thin waist you stayed like that as you let out everything out of your system, the pain, the fear and every other dark emotion which clouded your heart, all the while having no clue that your savior was the one who brought out all of this misery to you.

He could be a sadistic bastard, Childe knew this. He went too far in tormenting you and was most surely going to make everything up to you.

Right now though all he could do was sit on the ground and cradle you in his arms as his heart wept alongside yours, but with much different reasons than yours. He was a walking paradox, both the tormentor and the savior. All in due time though, you would grow to love it.

He would make sure of it.

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[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt #22 ~ Kiss of Death

Conclusion from: Prompt #14 ~ Whetstone - ♫Lovers on the Sun♫

The escapee of an assailant gave procedure carried, a freed child and sought to sprint out of this hazardous facility in haste. The hostile territories weren't yet finished. A familiar Fae, shouted, <Watch out Master!> In their connection, before a sonic boom of noise shattered his enhanced sense's rung, the infliction was amplified, sending him reeling. He dexterously faltered on his back. Close to the exit. Agitated in pain, unable to use or be reliant on any of his senses but touch. Equipping youth with one of his entrusted daggers, "Run!" Sending them off with an aggressiveness command in his voice. Life's dependency on the line. A matriarch subjugator of the base. "Don't let that experiment escape. Who could've thought a troublesome cat could cause this." As her barking commandment gave to one of her men stepping in and giving an aim shot. The Seeker launched a tricky sleeved dirk attached to a rope and upset the aim and balance disarming and cultivating the man into his pull and grasp. He'd yank him inbound, into kicking distance. Breaking the shin and sending him into a leg-lock squeezed the man's life out in seconds with a fearsome entanglement. Taking advantage of his scent. His feline eardrums were blistered and leaking sanguine from the overflowed frequency of that sound-wave weaponry. The child escaped in line out of sight. The men of her control rushed forth in droves.

Forcing the assassin broke open his eyelids. In pure concentrated golden hues, glowering. He scattered up with a flexible roll back. Blocking the doorway and spiraling in counter blocks registering their aims and disarming them in dispatched his gifted Truesight saw their movement's before they even made them, but at-strict quick cost, of giving him a short burst before becoming indefinitely blind so only could sustain it for a tiny window. He unhooked a bomb strapped onto one of their waists and saw how they used it once in history, and turned and swift-round kicked one in the groin to pull and shove it down a man's throat. Then smashed him into his fellow, then cartwheeled in a series of acrobatics back. Exposing a link of connection he strung them into forcing them to meet a messy catastrophic demise. That unbridled velocity and quick-footed motion were dumbfounding captivating. Sadistically the matriarch even despite seeing her men being murderously and viciously dispatched by the opposition felt a fluster. She saw one of her men's head's be swiftly beheaded and rolled over to her. Blood churning scream's came as this man etched in shadows, prowled and ate people like a dining panther. Their number's meant only added to a body-counter for his expertise. He punctured through a man's chest with his bare hand called lethality and plunged a darkened heart out. Then gushed it to just blind and kill the next man. None could get past his essence. Leaving them strangled and hung up on their own intestine's, their own disembowels used as deathly instrument's. She was left in disbelief and hysteria, twisted, fear, death, whatever she felt was euphorically maddening she let a pitch swoon. Her third-eye was coated in red. That nameless reaper had his gaze only her left standing. His eye-sight was dysfunctional and fading. Lives spent yearning maintaining, just perished in seconds. He was leaving a trail of a combination of his own injuries and limping with fractures. But his face was masked with a red not of his own. She seemed broken to mania. Contract's only end when the target is dead, or the contractor dies. He was the written pen. She felt genuine death and fear, but yet, instead of it deciding to make her, unmoved, she was so motivated more. He gripped a vice around her throat, in his touch, she felt broken. The twist, he was met ceremoniously with an underhanded shock of her arm's that served as a taser. It stacked up and the voltage cranked sent him into a new downfall. His eyelids closed to a shutter, little sight to see preservation. She straddled the clad leather man, in a sultry tone, and her own turned on state as she grind hips onto his lower extremities, "I want you." Rattling off with sultriness. Unable to fend, her own fast pace. She took his loosened blade from his grip, and put it to his throat. Pressing sharp steel upon flesh, breaking skin, wedging between to deliver a final joy. Lips terribly close to another. His body felt entirely numb and drifted, the tightness ring onto his finger, becoming the only thing felt. Contemplating lastly. Before delivering a final song to the Subjugator. Their lips met. And when they did, her literal heart-stopped instantaneously as she slunk off him. Even the balm of his lip's gave a respite of death; too poisonous to contain. He heaved exhales dying out to his steep injuries. Emerging a particularly wise fox gave a canted, of judgement over him, it appeared almost translucent. His eyelid's left open to a crease. Panting out. Resonating a voice internally. <"The Father's shadow must create light."> Looming in forewarned, an oddly spiritual fox delivered a spectral omen. Blurred vision perhaps hallucinating from overexposure to his True-sight resuming to blindness, the spirit drifted aetheric particles away.

Cryptic messages held mystery beyond even where shadow's roamed into as. Sensational presence of what felt, served alarmingly unlike anything. As if was caressed by a power beyond conception. Yet known. It was another thread onto a ball of yarn. Injuries racked over and sent him into an unconsciousness, faded to black. He found himself breathing heavier in nightmare as a nightmare surfaced. Overabundance dread, smelling fresh decay that meteor showered corpses stained into gore-crimson seas. His feet found an empty ability to retreat, or go anywhere, finding little room to maneuver stifling lungs; unable to escape. Cloud's swallowed swirls a puncturing blackest hole, roamed above devouring Sun and Stars alike. Massively awakening an all-consuming silhouette Colossus towered above on an Isle that felt insignificantly like standing upon a pebble-stone, a little rock. The heathen let out a signal and a deafening battle cry upon this hellish out-land. Birds of prey, beckoned pecking and tearing away color, into just pure instilled red and darkness. This felt like a vision of a battlefield, yet to come. It felt inconceivably real. Even his suppressed emotions and conditioned mind was shattered before it. Why did his heart feel so strange? Beyond this veil nightmare, he was actually being revitalized and given chest compressions. Were all these collection's of being on the brink? Or more. Whatever it was, the nightmare changed into a turn. He heard a pitching whine from an apparition on this inhabited place of an infant. In a crater before the Colossus who began proceeding forth, it would've crushed; like witnessing an incoming train. Unless he did something about it, there was nowhere back, no side to turn. Only forward to an executioner behemoth, who engraved death's certainty. That familiarized tone... A parent could only know... that was his child. The boy with a sick heart. Right when finding the answer, and procedure of step's came dashing forth, in this brink. He saw unfathomably shadows do emit light. Only in a pacific condition. Awakening appendage and stitch back together with medicinal ointments and treatments. He had a choice, to ignore this. Or maybe be alert, recognize. Where the murdering had stacked summits, and made him nearly feel anything. Only his wife and child could make him feel. Wasn't too late for even a shadow in acting as guardian over his son left before hardships. A sword, carried a new foundation, of purpose to see truth; peace, because if achieved that, it'd reward him to see his child and be there, one-day. His end would be the ember to begin.

[siancore]

A/N: This is a collab between @thematsaidwelcome79 and I. It details Rick's return to ASZ after six years of everyone thinking he was dead

Part 1: Prologue by Siancore

Words: 1,986

Warnings: Typical Zombie Apocalypse Violence; Blood; and Gore.

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The cool water slid down Rick’s throat. It hurt a little, as he swallowed too much at once; the reprieve felt almost foreign. He could not remember the last time he had been given something to drink. His captors liked to remind him that being an ingrate in their community did not go unpunished. It was not that Rick was ungrateful for the help, because he truly was. They had saved his life when he was on the brink of death. They had lifted him to safety, and, as they so bluntly put it, wasted valuable resources on him; resources that could have gone to someone else. Someone who would have appreciated the help. Someone who would have wanted to stay and work off the debt that they owed. But Rick Grimes did not want to stay. He wanted to go home to Michonne and Judith; he needed to go home to his family. He was not an ingrate, but rather, a man who wanted to be with his wife and daughter.

 That was almost six years ago. Six heartbreaking, lonely years. It crushed his heart just to acknowledge how long it had been. Not a single day passed where he did not miss his girls. Not a single day passed where he had not longed for them; where he wished he had done things differently. Where he wished he would have spent more time with them, and less time at the bridge. Where he hoped and prayed that they were safe. They had to be. He knew Michonne would do everything in her power to make sure they were.

 Judith. His precious child whom he swore to always protect. Whom he had hoped to be there with, every step of the way. His daughter who did not deserve this world she was thrust into. He missed her little smile. He missed the way that she felt in his embrace; how she looked at him with such adoration that it caused his heart to swell with pride, and hurt at the same time because all he ever wanted to do was live for her.

 Michonne. His heart ached for her, knowing that she most likely thought he had died. She had lost so much, too much. It saddened him deeply that he was putting her through the grief of losing yet another person she loved. He missed the way she felt wrapped in his arms. How her kisses breathed new life into him again and yet again. How she was smart and strong and wanted the best for their little family.

 Thoughts of them are what kept Rick going on those harsh days and those long and lonely nights. When he had first arrived, he was unconscious. He spent months in a coma, he was told. They had kept him alive and cared for him. When he had woken, he was disoriented and remembered nothing of what led to him being there.

 As time passed, he grew strong, regained his memories, and healed; he recalled seeing all of the people he had cared for. The ones who were long gone, and the ones who were still living. And then that explosion. The destruction of the bridge, and the sacrifice of his life, to save everyone else. When he was feeling particularly low, he would curse himself for giving so much. But then he would regain composure and realize he had done the right thing. He had saved them.

 Yet it was not lost on Rick that the cost to himself was great. Though his family was safe, they were without him, and he was without them. That is what fuelled him and his urge to leave the community. When he was well enough to work, they asked him to. Jadis asked him to. Her being allowed to stay, it seemed, was riding on Rick’s cooperation and willingness to toil and sweat as a form of recompense.

 He reminded her that he had a family back in Alexandria; this meant very little to her. He knew she was a selfish person, but this was another level of malice. He reminded himself that she should meet a swift end if ever he was afforded to opportunity to do so. With each failed attempt at escape; with each subsequent beating and imprisonment, Rick grew more determined to free himself of the walls of this prison dressed up as civilization. But he needed to be smart. They had locked him away for long enough, now he would convince them he was ready to join the workforce.

 Presently, he found himself being given food and water. He would play the grateful prisoner for a time, even agree to work their fields, until it was time for him to make his move. Jadis stood at the other side of the small cell and watched him. He chewed the food slowly, so he did not choke, and hoped it would be enough to give his some physical strength.

 “You don’t have to spend the rest of your life in here,” she said. He said nothing. It was the same message she delivered each and every time she visited. “There’s work to be done; debts to be paid, if you’re ready to do what’s needed without trying to get away, they will have you. They will let you out of this shithole.”

 Rick washed his food down with the water she brought with her. He then looked up and met her eyes. Determination rose in his aching stomach until it seeped through his tired bones and flowed through his veins. He cleared his throat and said, barely above a whisper, “I’m ready.”

…..

The sun was bright and it burned his eyes. Being locked away in the dark cell did not help to maintain his eyesight. It took a moment to adjust to being outdoors in that daylight again. A guard stayed with Rick while he went to wash up. The dirt and grime fell from his weary body and the cold water rejuvenated him. As he found his bearings, he remembered that the prison cells were near the agricultural fields, and the sprawling community was off in the distance.

 Rick slicked his long curls back, and ran his hand over his thick, mostly-white beard. He would not waste time visiting a barber, for half of the day was already gone. Instead, he chose to begin to work the fields. If he did that for a week or so, maybe the powers that be would be more lax with the security detail; maybe they would be fooled into thinking he was ready to repay them for their so-called hospitality and kindness.

…..

With each day that passed, Rick grew stronger. With each day, he was able to take note of the routines of the guards, and identify if there were any structural weaknesses in the walls: There were none, but off in one of the corners, the barrier was low. What he understood of this community was that it was part of a larger network. No one told him where he was in the world; no one told how far he was from home. It was something of a security measure against those whom the community had acquired.

 It was the end of another workday, a few weeks into his duties, and Rick was packing away the farming implements and chemicals he was using. The guards’ watchful eyes were never far away, so there was no way he could take one of the tools back to the cells with him. As he brushed his curls from his brow, he had an idea. It just might work, too, he mused, if he could get word to the other prisoners and gain their support. Upon approaching one of the guards, he put forth his request.

 “Do you think I’d be able to see the barber tonight?” asked Rick as he ran his hand through his mess of curls. “Didn’t realize how much of a bitch it was to let my hair get so long.”

The guard eyed him, and then nodded his head before saying, “Yeah. Don’t see why not. I’ll send him around after meal time.”

“Thanks,” said Rick as he ambled toward the mess hall to have dinner and spread a few whispers of dissent.

…..

The thing about the prison block in the community was that it was only guarded by two people at any time: One on the inside, and the other at the outer door. It was their own hubris about the fortitude of their infrastructure that accounted for this somewhat relaxed approach. Rick was going to use it to his advantage.

 He waited in his cell for the barber to come; upon their arrival, Rick played the willing punter in need of a cut and shave. He backed away from the cell door when the sentry unlocked it, and took up a seat on the stool the barber brought in.

 “Yell if you need anything,” said the guard as he closed the door and left the two men inside the cell. Rick noticed it was not locked. They would be foolish to lock someone in there with a prisoner. There was no way they would even entertain letting a prisoner go with a hostage. Luckily, Rick had no intentions of taking a hostage.

 “What’d you need?” asked the barber as he sharpened his straight razor on the leather strap attached to his bag.

 “Get rid of the beard,” said Rick. “But leave the curls, my wife loves them. She’ll want to run her fingers through them when I break free from this place and find her.”

 “Eh?” asked the barber.

 As quickly as he grew confused, Rick was on him and had freed the razor from his grasp. He used it to slice it across the barber’s neck. His limp body fell to the dusty floor as the people in the cells next to Rick started yelling and banging on their cages. The guards were back there in no time, one before the other. Rick rammed the freshly sharpened blade into the first guard’s stomach, before disembowelling him. He moved to the next guard and kicked him in the shin, effectively breaking his leg just below the knee. He cried out in pain and dropped to the floor before Rick took the razor from the other guard’s still-writhing corpse, and slit his throat. He searched their bodies for the keys and took one lot for himself, and gave the others to the other prisoners.

 Havoc ensued as everyone ran from the block to make their escape. They used chemicals on hand to fuel the fires; they set the cellblock and the crops alight. Some dashed for the fences and ran for the walls. Others wanted retribution for their captivity and were intent on doing as much damage as they could. It took some time before alarms were sounded and the police force came. Rick hid over near one of the tool sheds and watched the chaos unfurl. While the authorities were busy with chasing down escapees and extinguishing fires, Rick crept away to the quiet corner of the yard and scaled the fence in the place where it was lowest. 

 By the time the fires were put out and the prisoners were either captured or killed, Rick was running furiously through the abandoned streets of the outlying surrounds. He ran until his legs felt like they would give way. He ran until his lungs hurt. He ran until he could no longer smell the smoke from the fires. He ran until his body was so heavy that it collapsed to the soft dirt on the side of a sealed road. He willed himself to stand and figure out where he was. In the moonlight, he was able to see a sign that read: Welcome to Ohio. So much to discover…

[gardenofdreams-fanwriter]

Dear fave author of mine. Can you write a Shinobu angst fluff ending as a start fic for the year? Scenario could be s/o helping shinobu vs douma but s/o got seriously hurt as a result and wakes up after the fight with muzan. Thank you so much!

Dear anon, thank you for calling me your fave author, I’m so (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ).

✤✤✤ஐ

Sudden Change of Plan. [Blood,Mention of suicide]

Kanao was troubled sitting next to [Name], she couldn’t object against her master’s order but listened closely. The girl was beyond bewildered, agreeing accordingly while [Name] was silent. Shinobu have prepared her entire life for the moment she’d avenge her sister, she’s going to kill that upper-demon no matter what. The determination is set deep within her eyes, Shinobu have chosen the plan and nothing can change it. Her body and thoughts were engrained with poison; anything they’d say was voided to her. The Insect-pillar told them of her plan simply, not to discuss but to order them.

  After they fell down the sudden opened doors of Muzan’s fortress, [Name] was running after Shinobu’s trace. Though [Name] first fell onto their face and into a semi-dark strange place, despite that, nothing managed to stop them from getting up and following her. If she finds that demon there’s no going back, they know and can feel the chance of losing her getting closer to every second they waste.

‘FASTER! I need to catch up’ [Name] worries as they run in this goddamn maze. There were many paths and doors that kept appearing out of nowhere, opening, tripping or pushing them off the right path, the whole freaky building was fighting to keep them away but they fought and grasped on ledges and walls, anything! Whenever the building became insistent with keeping them away, it was the clue to Shinobu’s whereabouts.

( ! )

The smell of blood, coming from behind a huge door that looked significant compared to the others. [Name] Slammed the door open; at the second of the Insect-pillar was attacking an upper-moon demon, [Name]’s first instinct was to propel on their feet right away and they were fast with their reflexes. Without [Name], Shinobu might have had several severe damages caused by the demon’s weapon. Succeeding to push him off, there was a gap in between and he proceeds to rest his weapons (which were two fancy golden fans) and looked back at them with such relaxed manner.

A bloodstain on top of that demon’s head, he looked disgustingly tall and wide as well as having a gentle smile on, that contradicts his bloody appearance. [Name] hurried to stand in front of Shinobu, who seemed to suffer to breathe, shielded her as her knees topple to the ground, they wield their sword ready, whatever that demon has done to her is unforgivable and they will make him pay.

“[Name]!” Shinobu called weakly on the ground “Let me do this, I’ll take him”

It must be—! [Name] is sure of it now, that particular demon is. The anger in her eyes are betoken of the plight. No more of her ‘laid back’ way of being, it’s clear after taking a glimpse from the corner of their eye, Shinobu is raging in silence.

“Shinobu, calm yourself” Name said, facing the enemy, they’re glad to have arrived right in time.

The demon giggles, holding the fan in his right hand against his chin “Another guest, Nakime is spoiling me at this point” He got an eccentric smile and a way of talking, he sounds like an innocent child while his mouth and hands are coated with blood. There were multiple of corpses gathered in a spot in this room too; it must’ve been the blood of those dead girls that he feasted on. “Ugh, I just did introduce myself to the cute hashira there, do I have to do it again? Oh well—”

“No one asked for an introduction” [Name] replied to him.

Shinobu suddenly spoke to [Name] again “I can stand up, I still can fight!”

“Just stay still and don’t strain your lungs— No more discussions.” They said, their tone really supressing their anger inside.

“Don’t breathe in his attack” She warned lastly before closing her mouth, her chest felt cold and tearing off the faintest of air, breathing was a hassle.

“Both of you are so mean, I’m trying to be nice and you’re making it difficult” he spoke once again, to which [Name] couldn’t bear hearing his annoying voice. They flounce attacking and in a swift force their sword cut his left arm, ‘He’s fast’ [Name] acknowledged, their sword attempted to cut his neck but he dodged. Now his face is looking at them, his brightly colored eyes were very ecstatic saying “You’re strong!” then [Name] kicked their feet straight on that annoying face of his to throw him away.

His arm already have regenerated half way ‘this might take all night, unless someone—’

Someone entered and it was Kanao, of all people, the girl was shocked and immediately tended to her master with a worried face. [Name] ordered her to take Shinobu outside while they’ll keep that demon away, shinobu wasn’t complying and wanted to kill him herself, although she didn’t state that exactly. To which had [Name] to confess:

“I never lied to you before, but I think I did this only time” Still facing the enemy, grasping their sword like a lifeline “I don’t support your plan, you’re a pillar and everyone needs you— I need you, and I won’t allow you to die so vainly.”

She couldn’t say anything back when the air itself was damaging her lungs, even so, she couldn’t think of anything to disprove their words. She was in utter pain and thought healing herself fast would allow her to continue fighting on their side.

Outside that place, Kanao was looking at her, her big worried eyes were breaking her heart “Kanao, go and help NOW” She kept focusing on healing at the time being, she have to poison that bitch, she wanted to make him suffer but she could hardly move on her own. Though the burden felt less agonizing when she got [Name] on her side, [Name] have always helped her, have always made everything feels better, they were strong enough to carry her wings and cure them.

Shinobu will stay still utill her body gets better; it might take a long while for her body to restore itself, not enough to help her right now. It wasn’t hemorrhage, just some portion of her blood was gone, still, she felt cold and her heart was racing that likely soon will drop unconscious.

( ! )

The period of fighting that upper-moon was over, and yes, Inosuke have joined in the fight alongside Kanao and [Name]. They managed to defeat him without Shinobu’s poison, however, it was at the cost of an injury across [Name]’s chest, a broken sternum, broken left arm and other contusions. That upper-moon was strong but also have easily underestimated them.

[Name]’s eyes flutter softly to the words whispered “I should’ve died, not you”, feeling tears on their cheeks, but, they weren’t crying

“I couldn’t help you, I couldn’t avenge my sister, I can’t take it any more, why I keep on surviving?! I can’t live without you too”

Breathing was hard, how would they inform their crying love that they’re not dead and that she shouldn’t die, and that she actually helped. Hearing her very low crying voice have shredded their heart “Aa-”

“!?” Shinobu sensed their chest moving “[Name]?“ she called through her crying, her brows raise in surprise then pinched in relief as if they were back from the dead “You’re breathing, keep breathing baby” her hands all over their face, she looks in distraught and her big eyes were swollen from crying.

“The sun… is up” [Name]’s dark eyes could only see Shinobu and the early morning sky above “What’s going on?” They got to talk carefully for the broken sternum bone not to cut into their muscles or organs.

She whispers against their cheek “I couldn’t compress my hands on your broken sternum, I only could breathe into your mouth, I’m so glad it worked” She happily kisses their cheek on and on.

“Shin-obu” whimpers before they talk “Don’t mention dying, I love you”

Which had her weeping suddenly “You had me worried sick about you”

“Ok, stop talking, you need rest.”

“You too stop talking, jerk” she smiled so warmly “I love you“

… They both giggled softly, then shared a kiss.

Shinobu will talk about everything that happened later, when she’s recovered and [Name] is too. It’s a miracle that they’re alive after all that hell they went through.

✤✤✤ஐ

[klaushargreevesofficial]

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“hello! i really really like your writing/ blog! and i’ve had this idea of a little story/one shot with Klaus x reader but since i can’t write for shit, i thought i’d send it to you: the reader, being in a relationship with klaus, is in the family’s house when Cha-Cha and Hazel attack the siblings. the reader doesn’t have any super powers whatsoever BUT tries to defend Klaus with everything they have when they try to kidnap him? like...rather clumsy than successful defending. thank youuu <3”

anon anon anon. i loved this request. thank you for all the love on my writing, i only hope that this lives up to what you had expected! thinking about maybe a part two if that tickles your fancy? 

(klaus hargreeves x reader) 

warnings: cursing (this is always going to be a given with me i have the worst vocabulary ever, sorry!) 

you were upstairs laying in klaus’ bed, reading a book, when you hear the first round of shots being fired. klaus had kissed your head and left you alone around 15 minutes earlier to go take a bath, something you knew was necessary in calming him down and making him much more pleasant to be around for the rest of the night. you had sent him off with a smile and a “don’t forget your headphones,” tossing the Walkman to him while he stood in the doorway. you knew damn well that klaus would be oblivious to the occurrences outside due to a.) his tendency to play music at the highest possible volume, and b.) his tendency to be a bit...spacey. immediately, you sprung up and into action. well, action is a loose term.

stepping out into the hallway, klaus still blissfully unaware, you joined your boyfriend’s siblings in their effort to stop whomever was causing the gunfire. diego groaned. “y/n, we don’t have time for your shit.” you ignored him. so what if you didn’t have powers like the rest of them? at that point in time, the only thing that mattered to you was that klaus was safe, and if he had any knowledge of what was happening outside of his tranquil world he had created, you knew (as much as you loved him) he would put his own safety in jeopardy.

you were significantly less powerful than the rest of the umbrella academy in that you were perfectly normal. no clever knife throwing skills or super strength. bounding down the hall in your fuzzy slippers to find where the noise was coming from, with one last glance back to make sure klaus was okay, you slid to a stop in front of someone wearing a half-horrifying, half-cute mask. the figure was built with the physique of a man, and after a quick and careful assessment, you decided he wasn’t armed with any firearms. buuuuut the pressure of the situation was far too much, especially when face-to-face with a man who was absolutely, positively the intruder.

awkward, and unused to situations like this, your brain seemed to short circuit. in a matter of three seconds, obvious gun or not, you knew that this man could absolutely kill you. you would have said better you than klaus, but you were acutely aware that if you died, klaus would slip back into old habits and would probably (unfortunately) be dead in a matter of weeks. your thought process immediately switched from protect klaus at all costs, to protect klaus...but still maintain your life. so you screamed. you screamed, and screamed until your voice cut out and still you attempted to scream. (Although at this point, it was a hoarse whisper.) After a swift kick in the intruder’s shin, you bolted back down the hallway to the bathroom, stumbling a bit on your feet.

not processing anything, really, you closed the bathroom door behind you, sliding to the floor and heaving a sigh of relief. Safe. Safe, you thought, until your brain kicked back into speed and you noticed the emptiness of the bathroom. the bathtub was drained of water, and there were wet footprints on the floor to indicate that klaus had left. your heart started to pound, faster and faster, as you slowly stood up and left the bathroom, closing the door behind you. it was okay. he was here. at this point, the guns had stopped, and you had heard the hargreeves siblings retreating back to their bedrooms, or to where they had been perched before the attack had occurred. you were sure that there was nothing else to worry about, except you couldn’t find klaus. you swung open the door to his bedroom with force, and when you saw the room exactly how you left it, sans your boyfriend, the dread started to kick in.

after a running tour of the hargreeves household, and a lot of frustrated tears, it was real. klaus was really, truly gone.

[gadgetsrevv]

Tactical Analysis: Juventus 4-3 Napoli

Juventus v Napoli was expected to be an open and entertaining affair. It most certainly did not disappoint.

Dutch centre-back Matthijs De Ligt was handed his Italian top flight debut in place of captain Giorgio Chiellini, who suffered a serious knee injury and could be out for six months. It proved to be a baptism of fire for the 20-year-old.

Knowing Maurizio Sarri’s preferred 4-3-3 style of play, Napoli looked to stifle Juve’s build-up early on with varying levels of success. The focus was on stopping Miralem Pjanic controlling possession. At every opportunity Juve’s visitors boxed Pjanic off with Polish international Piotr Zielinski paying close attention to the Bosnian controller. This did open up space around Pjanic, with Sami Khedira and especially Blaise Matuidi exploiting the gaps in midfield – Matuidi’s forward runs would become a key feature of the first half.

Meanwhile, Carlo Ancelotti’s men morphed into a 3-4-3 in possession. Right-back Giovanni Di Lorenzo moved alongside Kostas Manolas and Kalidou Koulibaly. Going forward, Jose Callejon and Faouzi Ghoulam provided width high up the pitch with Lorenzo Insigne taking up his preferred role off the left. Centrally Dries Mertens and Fabian Ruiz sought to provide options around the box, with Allan and Zielinski providing support behind.

Juventus opened the scoring with a rapid counter-attack. Following a brave piece of defending from Leo Bonucci, the resulting break was all Douglas Costa. After travelling most of the pitch will the ball at his feet, Douglas Costa picked out Danilo inside the box, who scored with his first touch some 30 seconds after being introduced as a sub. The perfect start to Danilo’s Juve career.

Napoli wasted positive attacking positions, their hosts did not. Matuidi picked out Gonzalo Higuain with a slide pass and the Argentine then reminded everyone of his class. Spinning away from Koulibaly, he adjusted his body to strike across a bouncing ball and his shot rocketed into the far top corner. It was a great individual goal and in the space of minutes, Juve were in the driving seat.

From that moment, the hosts took full control. Their press was intense, Juve smothered spaces and locked up the pitch as they sniffed out loose balls and forced Napoli into mistakes. If required, La Vecchia Signora retreated into a lower 4-4-2 block with Matuidi covering in left midfield, allowing Cristiano Ronaldo to save energy and move inside closer to Higuain.

As the half developed, Juventus grew in confidence, their play had a fresh fluidity. Passing was slick, Napoli were struggling to prevent ball progression and found themselves on the back foot. Come half-time, the Italian champions could have been further ahead but for a fine intervention from Alex Meret, who moved to quickly to block a Sami Khedira shot.

If those observing thought the second period would pass quietly, then they were in for a shock. Ancelotti reacted instantly with two substitutions. Mario Rui stepped in at left-back for Faouzi Ghoulam and there was a debut for big money signing Hirving Lozano. The Mexican attacker formed part of Napoli’s front two with Mertens, as skipper Lorenzo Insigne went off injured. Zielinski moved to the left, with Spaniard Ruiz dropping into a central midfield role.

The away side suddenly had a different feel about them. Fabian Ruiz’s presence in midfield aided the quality of their play through the pitch and Juve’s press was now less effective. Zielinski and Lozano’s penetrating runs began to cause Juve problems and Napoli now carried a different, more effective threat. However, it was Juve that appeared to seal victory with a third goal.

World Cup winner Matuidi combined with Douglas Costa down the left again and the Brazilian picked up his second assist of the match, as his cross found Cristiano Ronaldo. The Portuguese superstar had an off day at Parma last week and would have been delighted to see his left-foot shot bobble into the bottom corner. It was 3-0 and surely game over?

No one could have predicted what was to come in the last half-hour. Less than 10 minutes after that CR7 goal, the score was 3-2. Manolas headed home from a free kick and a couple of minutes later a swift forward move saw Lozano grab his first Napoli goal. The former PSV player was allowed the freedom of the area as he slotted the ball past Wojciech Szczesny. It became a debut to forget for De Ligt, as he completely lost Lozano and failed to track his run, instead making the questionable decision to pull back in anticipation of a pass that did not come.

Pressure was now on Sarri’s team and with him missing from the sidelines, his players lacked the support they needed. The atmosphere had changed and Juventus appeared stuck between old habits of wanting to defend deeper and a new pro-active approach. Their earlier confidence had eroded, passes were now going astray, energy levels dropped and the absence of Chiellini was evident.

Then in the 81st minute an incredible comeback was complete. Napoli full-back Di Lorenzo bundled the ball home from another set-piece, as he too escaped de Ligt. A baptism of fire for the 20-year-old defender. A concerning trend from last season continued for Juventus here, a weakness defending set-plays cost them last term and they will need to address the issue quickly.

For Napoli, a weak defensive display had turned into an unthinkable recovery. They looked to be on the verge of securing a memorable point that would have felt more like a win given the circumstances, but football has a cruel way of changing emotions in an instant.  

Koulibaly – who had been excellent for most of the game – had a rare reckless moment deep into stoppage time. As Pjanic swung in a free kick from inside the Napoli half, Koulibaly under no pressure misjudged the flight of the ball and an attempted clearance was shinned into the top corner of his own net. It was like a circus mirror image of his stoppage-time winner here in April 2018.

For the neutrals, it was a fantastic advertisement for Calcio and follows on from an entertaining opening weekend. There are positives for both Coaches to build on, but a more balanced approached will need to be found as the season continues.

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