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vampiricgf · 4 months ago

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g. satoru ; in the house of hunger

vampire satoru x f!reader | this fic was completed as part of the @ficsforgaza wip sponsorship ty for donating to Palestinian gfm's and helping people in need in Gaza! to learn more or get involved please check out their blog & read through their pinned post

warnings: dark content/dddne, violence, blood, gore, ooc satoru, yandere, psychological torment, obsession, mention of bathing and dressing an unconscious reader, masturbation, he's an unhinged little creep, heavily inspired by classic vampire lit n victorian aesthetics but unspecified time period/place

wc: 2k+

really living up to the username with this one :3 also leaving room for a pt 2 maybe idk nyeways ty for reading!

Human life was so fleeting. To most of his kind humans were no better than livestock, and often treated as such. To Satoru it was a waste, humans were brimming with something so delectable, something every vampire fundamentally lacked: potential.

Vampires are rendered frozen at the moment of death, fundamentally deprived of all that was and all that could have been. It's a never ending state of boredom, of stagnation. Of forgetting.

He doesn't ever recall his own turning, not anymore. He's been alive for so long, in a manner of speaking, that the steady march of continuation outside his walls is of no consequence to him. It is an eternal source of frustration though, being nothing more than the mosquito encased in amber.

And perhaps that's what led him to you in the beginning.

Creatures like him are naturally drawn to battlefields, the veritable feast table laid by mans most brutal hands. The rich scent of churned earth, blood twinged iron, and the acrid aftertaste of human sweat and fear. Nothing more delicious on all the earth, the sweetest bouquet for the senses.

The first appearance he'd made had been in the aftermath of one such feast, a showcase of cruelty. The sounds of distant, drunken revelry nearly drowned out the hoarse cries of those succumbing to their wounds. It had been a quaint village previously, full of simple people living simple lives. One he enjoyed observing on occasion. But like most villages it was vulnerable to bands of raiders, would be pirates, or those who just wanted to take advantage and indulge in bloodshed.

As fine leather boots squished in the burgundy tinted mud his nose wrinkled. A waste.

Smog from still smoldering fires hung in the air, would have burned the back of his throat had he been a breathing man. Amongst the burnt skeletal remains of wooden structures and scarred earth there was a figure, prone in the mud.

A girl.

You.

For all his painful forgetting he could never forget the way you looked then. Not pitiful, no, despite your obvious injuries you gazed at the sky almost stubbornly. Even as he took that first deep inhale and traced the unique scent of you like a thread, knelt down at the top of your head, bending to look down at you you hadn't winced away or screamed. If anything you looked furious, full of anger and malice.

Had you the strength he was sure you would have snapped your jaws at him like a beast.

It was delightful.

All too often when a human is faced with such a moment of mortality their first instinct is to give up, accept fate. Only when one can push past it and refuse, that's when a human is most admirable to him. Most alluring. Brimming with potential.

"You still have your spite, huh?" He glanced between you and a pair of the obviously responsible raiders who'd wandered close in their drunkenness, far enough from the others in the distance. "Good, you'll need it."

"Fuck off."

It was so shocking it made him burst out into laughter. Even though it was clear speech was painful for you, the two words wheezing out of your throat and past what must have been a pool of blood hanging thickly in your esophagus, you had forced them out anyway.

Despite the fog of blood loss it was obvious you knew him for what he was. It was impressive though not surprising, superstition and legend were as common as baked bread in villages. A mother or grandmother likely told you some version of the story: an eerily beautiful stranger comes to a vulnerable person just on the precipice of death, offering salvation. Eagerly they accept, without realizing they've shackled themselves to a demon, sacrificed their immortal soul and earned damnation for the trouble.

"Aren't you in pain?" He already knew the answer.

In between rasping breaths he awaited your answer, the sky opened up above you and small droplets of water splattered against your skin, making the blood swirl in marble like designs as it seleuced into the ground. The scent of you was beyond tantalizing.

"Not anymore." You offered, and it concerned him how glassy your eyes were.

"I can help you, you know. Save you. All you have to do is ask."

Stubborn silence descended and quickly his frustration grew. Were you dense? Did you not realize what was being offered to you? Not just a reprieve from this pain, but from all pain. Forevermore. And instantaneous revenge. Oh how he would enjoy watching a thing like you rip and tear into those who only moments ago had laid waste to your entire life. That sort of human hatred was also unique and captivating to witness.

What sort of losses had you accumulated? A father? A mother? Siblings? He could feel his pointed canines catch against his bottom lip as a smiled down at you. Contrary to human belief, a horse can be led to water and made to drink if it's been deprived of enough.

"What about your loved ones? Your home? Will you lay in the mud like a slaughtered deer? Will you shame them like this?"

Again you had no answer and again his anger only rose in response.

To hell with it, obviously he'd grossly misjudged you but that didn't mean he would let you languish here. If they discovered you were still alive it was all too obvious what would come for you and it would be far less kind than himself.

So as your eyes rolled he heaved you into his arms. It had been a long while since he'd held anything, anyone. Even longer since a living creature was carried from a battlefield in his arms and up the long, winding path towards a very distant and long forgotten manor. He can't say for certain what came over him, but he has always had the poor habit of playing with his food.

In the weeks that followed his irritation only mounted. You staunchly refused anything to do with him, his very presence, only accepting the trays of food left at your door when he wasn't around to witness it and returning them in the same fashion. He could hear you at night, weeping like a child for everything you lost. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, left him lashing out night after night.

Those numbskull bandits had also picked what was once a fertile hunting ground clean, forcing him to venture further than he would've liked to for a meal but there was nothing to be done about it. Your home remained a charred ruin. It's people nothing but fodder for bloat flies and carrion birds before the bones started moldering in the ground. Just the way of things for fragile creatures.

Sometimes he'd pluck a finger bone or a piece of vertebrae to bring back for you, making sure sinew was still attached, to leave outside the room you'd resolutely locked yourself in. Cruel maybe but really can you blame him when you've been so dead set on behaving as frustratingly as possible? On biting the hand attempting to feed you?

Even if he hadn't laid eyes on you in days, even if you kept yourself locked away until you withered and died, you would be the only thing exempt from his curse of forgetting. How your hair looked soaked in blood and mud. How your eyes had shined but not with tears. How your lips had peeled back to reveal bloody, blunted teeth in a gruesome snarl.

It was perfection.

Almost as perfect as when he'd bathed your unconscious form of its grime, laid you so gently in the steaming water, lovingly tended your wounds and dressing you in the finest slip that was still tucked away in the wardrobe. He'd wanted to take you right then, not waste any time with the game of ask and response but there was no fighting his stubborn need for it to be your choice. You have to say yes to him. All he allowed himself was a longing lick up the side of your neck, stifled moans at just the way your skin tasted.

Tonight was different though as the recollection drifted through his mind. In the absolute stillness he could almost swear the taste of you lingered on his tongue, wafted through the air just like it had weeks ago. With a will of its own one hand began stroking himself through his pants, groaning at the combination of sensations.

He was sure if he could feel temperature shifts it would've been quite balmy all of a sudden inside the bedchamber as he undid the suffocating confines of his clothes, thick cock springing free and throbbing at the thought of how good your warm, human hands would feel grasping around him.

Would you be shy? Gazing up from half lidded eyes as if to ask for guidance? Or would that defiance shine through again, taking him in hand and smearing precum over his flushed pink tip with your thumb and oozing self assurance? His own fingers were sticky with pre-release as he gave shallow thrusts into his fist.

He's sure his name would sound like the sweetest note coming from your lips before you would take him into your mouth, cheeks hollowing and the corners of your lips tightening as you strain around his girth. Your tongue would be heavenly against the underside of his cock. Would you let him bury his hands in your hair, hold you still while he fucked your mouth in a brutal pace? Would you cry and gag around him?

His own ragged groans bounce off the icy stone walls, his unoccupied hand twisting against the bedsheets as his eyes squeezed shut even tighter and he could feel his abdominal muscles flexing with the need for release, his jaw nearly vibrating with the urge to clamp down on your jugular and take selfish gulps of you.

What makes him unravel entirely is wondering how it would feel to sink inside you, feel your slick warm walls part to accept him like a most welcome visitor. He'd lavish that pretty human pussy, rub sticky little hearts against your clit just to hear you squeal and make your hips buck. Keep you sat on his throbbing cock while he lapped at your neck, sucking on the skin to encourage the puncture wounds not to close so soon.

As his own hips stuttered and his head flung back against the pillows he couldn't help the one thought that circled around and around in his mind, like an ouroboros swallowing itself: he would certainly die if he never felt your touch. Would absolutely die without getting to taste you, feel you, claim you.

It was feverish, feeling it descending on him like some phantom tormentor as cum stained the surface of his loose undershirt and he could feel himself softening in his own now loose grasp. With a whimper his teeth caught his bottom lip between them, eyes staring unblinking at the canopy above the bed.

It doesn't matter how or when but you're going to choose him. You have to choose him.

#txt ☆ˎˊ˗#gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #satoru smut #satoru x you #gojo satoru #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #vampire satoru

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mamawasatesttube · 5 months ago

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on the note of yj in owaw im also thinking about this bit of tim narration from yj98 #36...

tim is feeling betrayed and frustrated (understandably), but what stands out to me is how he thinks of "that whole guardian fiasco". in the earlier yj owaw tie-in, he and the others express disapproval of kon for "stealing government property":

they let it go at the end to move on, but...

but like, the baby in question is a cadmus clone (just like superboy himself), cloned from a man who expressly wished that he not be cloned and forced back into the fight after his death.

as an aside, clone baby guardian arc is possibly the BEST in sb94 - it's about bodily autonomy and the humanity and personhood of clones, and the dignity that should be afforded to all people vs the way waller & spence etc want to treat them as property and disposable, reusable weapons.

so i think overall tim and the rest of yj talking about that situation like this... well, those plot threads overall got dropped in the general aftermath of owaw, but it feels like a real missing scene to me. because realistically, given everything kon stands for and everything he went through for baby guardian's sake, to give him the right to choose, i think tim and the others all talking about it like "it's the government so they must be right" would not sit well with kon. (and frankly, would be a pretty solid in-universe reason for kon to further mistrust their orders re: rescuing the suicide squad members, leading up to him disobeying and trying to save steel.)

owaw is arguably the most serious conflict anyone in yj has been involved in up to this point (kon and bart were both present for genesis, but genesis wasn't... Like This, imo. kon was also involved at the destruction of coast city, but this is kind of a tangent.) my point is, up until this point, they are all kinda operating under the assumption that the government is generally on the side of the good guys. this is partly bc of how comics are written, of course, but also makes sense as an in-universe stance for most young heroes to take; tim in particular is definitely a lawful good, and at this point he doesn't understand that his personal rules don't always 100% line up with what the greater authority of The Government dictates.

kon is a contrast to this, because kon does not have the whole "grew up with a family as a part of normal society" backstory like tim and cassie do. kon's involvement with cadmus, a government-funded organization, generally is written such that cadmus are good, except that the closer we get to owaw, the more questionable their intent seems. we see the agenda and their push for eugenics. we see guardian being treated as a tool and not a person. we see waller taking over.

anyways, all of this is kind of to say - i think it's a real shame we don't actually see a big conversation between tim and kon in the aftermath of this. i want to SEE tim get that first real big crack in his worldview that makes him start to think that huh. maybe if lying to small time authority figures for the sake of doing good, like me lying to my dad about being robin, is justified... then maybe directly disobeying the law in the name of doing good is also justified. like, i want kon to look him in the eye and ask "do you think i'm government property, too, then, jackass?" and i want tim to have to really sit back and think on it. i wanna see that character development.

because like - it is a flawed viewpoint, that tim and the rest of yj were written to treat kon trying to free a baby like this. but it's also not an unrealistic one when they're all teenagers who haven't really necessarily had to face moral quandaries of "what's right vs what's lawful" with such high stakes before. i wish this plot had actually gone more places with everyone.

#rimi talks #all of this to say ....... missing scene fic when #maybe i make this part of my kon & steel agenda after i work on the kon & lois agenda sdkfjfh #sorry for the longass post. i just have SO many thoughts #kon #tim #guardian

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ladyrowrites · 9 months ago

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Promise Part 3

A/N: I just want to say, I freaking love Utahime right now!

Pairings: Gojo x Afab reader

Warning: Lots of angst and swearing, Mentions of cheating/alcohol, some degrading tones, Suicide and lots of death threats, MDNI!!!!

Wordcount: 7k+

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Chapter 3: Aftermath - The Spiraling

2 months later

Everything happened so fast as you busied yourself, moving on? After that drink at Utahime’s house, you wallowed in alcohol for about 3 more days and decided you need to get on your list.

Cut your hair (CHECK)

Quitting work. (Well not really because they relocated you to the place you were going and just by chance, Hawaii was one of them–CHECK)

Moving to a new place (CHECK)

You were sitting in a coffee shop that was near your new home and just doing some work when you saw a familiar face. No, he would not be here. But that bun and the peeking side hair… You both saw each other, confused at first but he smiled at you and went to your table.

“Suguru? What are you doing here?” You said surprisingly. This is so unexpected and of all places? What the fuck, universe?!

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” as he put his coffee down and sat. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughs softly.

“Uhm, no, I’m just really surprised.” You replied slowly.

“I just landed a few hours ago and had a client meeting. They wanted a vacation home near the ocean and you know how good I am at my job so they chose me to be their architect.” He said matter of factly, “So….this is where you went huh?” He was tiptoeing when he said that. Being careful not to hurt you or anything.

“Uh yeah.” Was all you said. You didn’t want anyone knowing where your new residence is except for your very close friends. Not even your parents or brother or any of your family members knew where you were. After canceling the wedding, everyone in your family except your brother was disappointed in you, especially your dad. He told you guys do that sort of thing every now and then and should have forgiven him. Your relatives were making side comments on how it was your fault he cheated. You were so done with everyone so you deleted all your social media accounts and changed your phone number. Only Utahime, Mei-Mei, Yuki, and Miwa know your new information. Now that Suguru found you, you were nervous as hell because you’ve been under the radar and you don’t want your peace disturbed again.

Suguru read your mind and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him.”

You looked confused, “Really? Why you guys fought or something?”

“Uh you can say that.” You looked more confused and gave him the side eye so Suguru laughed, “What? Best friends fight too you know? And also, let’s just get this straight, I didn’t like what he did to you. I was..” He looked at you deep in your eyes… you look so tired he thought, “Really disappointed at him.”

You just gave him a half-hearted smile. Of course, he pities you, everyone does. You eyed him suspiciously, “So you really just met me here by coincidence?”

“Yeah, I’m not stalking you. Why would I? Hmm? Except you wanted me to find you?” While crossing his arms. You just laughed softly at him. Hm, that genuine laugh has been a while.

“Fine, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at him.

He smirked at you, "By the way, love your new hair." You just tsked at him and went back to your work.

Since this surprising meeting, you have been seeing Suguru in the same coffee shop atleast 4x a week in the last 2 weeks. You talk about work and how you are adjusting to your life here. He said he’ll be going to Japan the next day but he’ll come back soon again to oversee his new architectural project.

“You know, I’m going to miss talking to you and your eye bags.” He jokingly mocked you.

“Miss me? I’m so boring to talk to and yah! My eye bags are my badge of honour.” You rolled your eyes again at him for the 5th time that day. If you’re being honest with yourself, you have been looking forward to your coffee shop visits. Suguru has been kind of like a fresh breath for the past 2 excruciatingly painful months. He tries his best to avoid talking about anything related to your ex-fiance and you’re thankful for that because you don’t know how much anymore you can handle.

The only thing keeping you afloat for life right now is work and after that you always try to go to the beach for walks and see the beautiful sunset. One time, you took Suguru on one of your walks by the beach because he insisted on dinner (He noticed you lost a lot of weight) but you have no appetite for anything so you convince him to watch the sunset instead. You both sat quietly while the wind was humming gently. He saw tears on your face but you wiped it quickly with your right hand. This must be what you were doing every late afternoon he thought. He wished he punched his best friend harder.

As it is the 2nd week of summer, you and your closest friends always had the tradition of going away for a week to do something together or even nothing. Just to hang out and catch up. This year, of course, they went to your new house to help you get more settled. There’s so many things you still need to buy for your new house and it was just kind of overwhelming for you so you only had the basics for now.

You couldn’t thank them enough as they helped you while you were settling here. Miwa was in charge of helping you find a house right away especially when all you said was just near the ocean. It was your only criteria. Mei-Mei was in charge of getting your car from your ex-fiance’s place and selling it. It wasn’t an easy task but it was a fit for Mei-Mei as Gojo pleaded to know where you are but all she replied was, “And do what? Break her heart some more, slut?” And drove off to the buyer. She was also helping Yuki cancel all your wedding plans. Yuki was able to get all your deposit from the catering and flower shop, thanks to her charms, which helped a ton because you sure needed the extra money.

Utahime was tasked with the hardest one. Your wedding dress. They called you as it was half done and they needed you to do fitting again for some adjustments. She volunteered to get your dress from the shop and the only thing you told her was, “Burn it for all I care.”

The last thing you texted your ex-fiance was, “I’m cancelling all the wasted wedding plans you fucked up. The only thing I need from you is to handle the wedding venue since you paid for it.”

And now you are here, making a small fire with your friends in your front yard, the beach. They said they wanted smores but, Utahime had another plans. She presented you your wedding gown. Holy shit. This was supposed to be your “dress”. The “dress” you were supposed to say yes to forever. It was an ethereal and airy look with lace tube on the top with cute puffy sleeves and silk flowing fabric bottom but there were still missing pieces on it. You were going to have a beach wedding in Bali but that was all in the past.

“I thought you threw them out.” You said tiredly while running your hands on your hair. They were all looking at you excitedly tho and you were just frustrated, yet again. Utahime just raised her eyebrows at you and smirked. All of your friends' hands were clasped together and looked at you, hoping you’re understanding what's about to happen.

You put your hands on your mouth, “Oh no… No… Are you guys?”

“OH YES!” They all said in unison

“BABY, LET IT FUCKING BURN!!!!!” Utahime yells, she hands you the dress, you looked at it sighing thinking the what ifs and how happy he would see you in this dress but your friends snapped you back to reality, “Girl do the fucking honour!” Mei-Mei nudges you.

Miwa plays ‘Burn by Usher’ and they all said, “Speech!”

You were caressing your dress and tears were spilling out yet again, but you cleared your throat and started singing the song played because there were no words left to say.

'I think that you should let it burn

When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to

But you know, gotta let it go 'cause the party ain't

Jumpin' like it used to, even though this might bruise you (No, no)

Let it burn, let it burn, gotta let it burn'

With each song lyrics, you slowly let your wedding dress go and watched it all engulfed in flames. They sang with you wholeheartedly. You all watched as your wedding dress turned to ash. You were also hoping your feelings for him would turn to ashes.

You excused yourself and told them that you were just going to grab more drinks. While you were in the kitchen, you heard a loud ping from your laptop. You forgot to turn off your work email and since you’re on vacation, you were going to turn it off when you saw who it was from.

To: y/n’s email address

From: [email protected]

Hey Y/N,

Hmm? I don’t know how to introduce myself… This is the circumstance I never wanted to be in but alas here we are. I’m the woman that Satoru slept with. I will not say sorry because I wanted it to happen and I knew he wanted it to happen too. He kept saying he will break up with you but he was taking so long so I just had to do something you know?

Anyway, we are pregnant. I don’t know why I am saying this to you but I kinda felt I have to? He said he didn’t want to be responsible for this but he has to.. So I’m emailing you to ask for your help because you know him best? Please? I don’t want my child to be fatherless. Please, don’t put this to your conscience….

Soon to be mom,

Anika

FUCK!

You began smashing all your glasses/plates, everything your hand falls to and all your friends heard, good thing the fire has been out, and they all ran to you worriedly.

“What happened, are you okay?” Utahime was the first one to get to you. You began wailing again and cursing at him. Miwa put her hands on her mouth, “Oh my fucking god.” And pointed at the email.

Yuki began reading it out aloud. Mei-Mei started cursing with you, “That's it! I will go back to Japan tonight and fucking kill that bitch whore mother fucker!!!!”

Utahime was just hugging you until you fell to the floor. Just when you were about to forget, it all comes crashing back to you. MAKE IT STOP! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!

Needless to say, this night was full of alcohol, swearing, death threats from all your friends to your assshole ex-fiancé and his slut. You were just quiet the whole night, done with everything. The fucking gall and audacity of that woman. TO ASK YOU FOR YOUR HELP TO GET YOUR EX-FIANCE TO—- UGH! You couldn’t even. What the fuck was happening? You were trying to get away from him, from all the toxicity but why was life still dragging him back to you?

Your friends were all drunk and passed out in your living room and you were the last woman standing. Your alcohol tolerance upped for sure from all the “numbing” you have been doing.

It’s 6am in the morning and the sun is shining brightly at your house as it is mostly windows facing the beach. You decided to stand up even though you were hazy from all the drinking. You went to the beach and your body started going in the water. You felt numb and lifeless as you walked down the sand. You just wanted this pain to end. ENOUGH WAS ENOUGH! There were no tears left and no words were enough to be said. Your heart wanted to sink and stop. You looked at how the water was so blue and clear - fuck, it reminds you of his eyes. You wanted to drown again – to look deeply in his cerulean eyes one more time so you began to walk more, away from the shore. Until water covers all of you. Your body slowly sinks and your eyes close steadily, trying to listen to your heart beat but it won’t start anymore.

Utahime woke up from the sun being in her eyes, she slowly opened them. She got up and began to look for you, “Y/N?” Y/N?” She searched in your room, bathroom, and even in your backyard, but you weren’t there.

She started to panic and she woke up all your friends. They all started to look for you when they had a realization that you might be in the ocean... No, you would not! They all looked at each other with their horrid faces and ran for their lives towards the beach.

As Yuki and Utahime were good swimmers, they both looked for you underwater while Miwa called 911 and Mei-Mei was on stand by to give you CPR. They were losing their shit when Yuki and Utahime came up from underwater and signaled not here. Their bodies start to go underwater again, desperate to find you.

Utahime’s eyes were clouded from crying but she has to find you. SHE HAS TO! She wouldn’t know what to do if something happens to you. She then decides the moment she finds you and you are safe. She is going to kill Gojo Satoru!!

Yuki was waving signals to Utahime saying she’s found you. Utahime swam so fast near her. You were there. Laying by the rock like you’re completely lifeless. SHIT! SHIT!!! PLEASE UNIVERSE!!!!!! NOT MY BEST FRIEND!

They immediately grabbed you and you all came up from the ocean. Miwa and Mei-Mei were holding their breath and when they both saw you with Utahime and Yuki, they were both relieved – crying and hugging. The paramedics were quick to help you three and one of them started to perform CPR. They were all crying and praying to every God that you’re okay. One of the paramedics said to Utahime and Yuki that they did good by finding you right away.

When you started coughing and opening your eyes, all your friends celebrated that you’re alive. They all looked at you hopeful and you just slowly nodded at them, conveying with your eyes that you’re sorry and you’re alive. Utahime lost her balance and started bawling, “I thought I lost you.” Yuki went to her side to hug her.

The paramedics said it’s better to take you to the hospital to check if everything is good with you. You nodded and Mei-Mei and Miwa said that they are going to be with you in the ambulance car but only one is allowed so Mei-Mei said she will go. Miwa said she will just Uber then. Yuki and Utahime will be there after changing.

“Come on, let’s go ‘Hime, Mei texted me, she’s in room 508.” While hurrying up to get Uber.

“No, I’ll be going to Japan. Promise me, you’ll take care of her ‘kay? I won’t be long.”

“What? Why are you going back? Enough of that, let’s just go now to the hospital!”

“No, Yuki, I have a business to finish with Gojo Satoru.” And with that Utahime left on the first flight going back.

GOJO’S LOFT – 10:15pm

Gojo was hanging out with Yuta, Nanami, Shoko, Sukuna, Choso, Todo, and surprisingly Suguru was there. Suguru was actually just forced to come by Shoko and also his friends hadn't seen him after that fun conversation with Gojo so he had no choice but to see them.

They were just drinking and playing Poker with bets.

“HAH I win you fucking fools!” Sukuna celebrates while taking everyone’s money.

“No you fucking cheat–!” Gojo taunts.

BAAAAG! BAAAAG! BAAAAAG! LOUD BANG FROM THE DOOR.

“Are you expecting anyone else?” Choso asks, Gojo shakes his head.

“GOJO SATORU!!!!!” Shoko and Nanami looked at each other and stood up fast. They went together to open the door, “WHERE IS HE??? WHERE’S THAT MOTHER FUCKING MURDERER?”

Nanami was holding off Utahime in her back.

“Utahime? What are you doing here? I thought you’re on vacation?” Todo comments.

“YEAH I WAS! AND NOW IT TURNED TO FUCKING HELL!” Then she points to Gojo, “BECAUSE OF YOU MURDERER!!!!”

“Woah, woah, you gotta chill.” Sukuna intervenes

Gojo was just looking at her stunned. Murderer? What did I do? He thought.

Suguru looks at her worriedly. What the hell is happening?

Utahime was shaking while bawling, “You fucking bring back my best friend!!!!!” She was trying to escape from Nanami’s arm and when she finally did, she went straight to Gojo and grabbed his shirt so aggressively and slapped him so hard that her hands were marked on his face.

Now Sukuna and Choso were trying to hold her back, “YOU FUCKING BRING BACK Y/N!!!! SHE’S LIFELESS!! SHE’S NOT HERSELF! DAMMIT! SHE DOESN’T EVEN LAUGH OR SMILE ANYMORE!! MY BEST FRIEND!!! WHO HAS SO FULL OF LIFE! SHE USED TO BE A HAPPY AND BUBBLY PERSON!!! YOU FUCKING BROKE HER!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER? ALL SHE DID WAS LOVE YOU!!!” She began to kick Gojo, “YOU FUCKING FIX HER!!!!!! I DON'T FUCKING CARE HOW YOU DO IT! BUT YOU FIX HER!!! YOU…” She was losing strength and she slid slowly to the ground.

All Gojo could do was cry silently and look at her. Everyone was just shocked at what was happening.

In between sobs, Utahime told everyone what transpired and how you tried to take your own life and that’s how Gojo became a murderer in her eyes. Shoko was crying and started to apologize and hug Utahime. Suguru also came close to Utahime and asked him where you are and if you are safe.

Utahime nodded and told everyone that you are safe now. Nanami gave Utahime a glass of water to calm her down but when she received it, she got up and dumped the water to Gojo, “YOU FUCKING MAN UP!!!! FIX THIS!!! HAVE YOUR FUCKING SLUT STOP BOTHERING Y/N!!!!! UGH! I CAN FUCKING BURY YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!” While running her hands in her face and turning it to a fist, she's really holding back. So fucking hard, trying to hold back for her best friend.

Gojo could not even begin to process – you tried to? No, you? He was so ashamed of what he’s done. He doesn’t know what to do first.

“It was all a lie. All that bitch said. It’s a lie!” Gojo stands up and shakes Utahime. She slaps his hands and says, “I don’t care if it’s a lie or not! FUCKING FIX IT!!!!!!” And proceeds to slap his face AGAIN.

Utahime walks out while Suguru and Shoko tails behind her. All they heard was a loud crash when Gojo flipped the table and all its contents came flying and broken.

Utahime didn’t even care what he felt. She did her business and is now going back to you. If you couldn’t do the revenge yourself, she will do it for you because what are best friends for?

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I hope all of you have an Utahime as your best friend <3

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Writing again soon,

Lady Ro

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getosugurugirlfriend · 2 months ago

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Round two with choso

You and choso had sex and he was being a brat, so you decided to punish him.

Warning: bondage, overstimulation, pet names, edging, use of toys, a bit of aftermath

You and choso were laying together in bed after finishing round one. You were laying on his chest and reassured him that he did a great job at the first round, he was getting a bit ahead of himself and decided to tease you. So you decided to punish him.

“Was it that good for you?”, choso asked. You nodded against his chest.

Choso's heart swelled at your nod against his chest. He couldn't help but be pleased that he had made you feel so good. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand continuing to soothe up and down your back.

"You'll probably be sore tomorrow, doll," he teased, his voice soft. "You know that, right?"

“I have no work tomorrow anyways.”

Choso chuckled at your comment. He knew that you had tomorrow off, and that was good because it meant you would be able to rest and recover.

"Lucky you," he teased, his voice still low. "You get to just relax and be lazy all day, while I have work to do."

“Poor cho”, you chuckled.

Choso let out a dramatic sigh at your pity, his hand dramatically placing over his chest.

"I know, doll, it's tough being me," he joked, his tone theatrical. "Having to go to work while my girlfriend gets to stay in bed and recover from our 'activities.'"

He chuckled again, enjoying the banter between you two. "You know, I might have to call in sick just so I can stay in bed with you tomorrow," he teased, his voice taking on a more suggestive tone.

“you want me to not walk for a whole week?” she joked with him.

Choso barked out a laugh at your comment, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know, I wouldn't mind that," he teased. "Keeping you all to myself and making sure you can't walk for a whole week? That sounds like a good plan to me, doll."

“My poor cervix, cho.”

Choso couldn't help but chuckle at your comment, his hand continuing to roam over your back. "Hey, I didn't hear you complaining earlier," he teased, his voice a rumbling murmur against your ear. "In fact, I remember you liking it a lot."

she got shy again remembering, what they did earlier.

Choso couldn't resist teasing you when he saw you get shy again. Seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed was just too cute.

He tugged you closer against his chest, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive murmur. "C'mon doll, don't get shy on me now," he teased, his lips close to your ear. "You were making such pretty noises earlier, remember?"

“h-hey i’m trying to sleep.” she whined

Choso chuckled at your whiny words, amused by your attempts to sleep. He couldn't help but mess with you a little more.

"Sleep, huh?" he teased, his hand tracing patterns on your skin. "Is that really what you want, doll, or are you just trying to avoid talking about how good I made you feel?"

she hid in his chest.

Choso couldn't help but let out another chuckle as you hid your face in his chest, your shyness only fueling his desire to tease you more.

He pulled you even closer against him, nuzzling his face into your hair. "You know, the more you avoid talking about it, the more I'm going to tease you," he teased, his voice a warm, playful rumble.

“shut up…”, she whined again.

Choso was grinning now, thoroughly enjoying your attempt to get him to stop teasing you.

He pulled your face from his chest, turning it so he could see your pouty expression. "Make me," he challenged, his voice a low, teasing murmur.

“You are done for, cho”

Choso chuckled again, your threat only making him want to tease you more. "Oh really, doll?" he countered, one eyebrow raised in challenge. "And what are you going to do? Tickle me to death?"

“You want to try testing me?”

Choso smirked at your challenge, amused by your attempt to take control.

"Bring it on, doll," he teased, his voice a cocky rumble. "I'd like to see you try and make me stop talking."

she rummaged through his drawer, knowing he had something in there to tease him with, she was finding some ropes. “you in for it cho?”

Choso's heart skipped a beat as he saw you pull out the ropes. He felt a mixture of anticipation and a tiny bit of trepidation. He had never been tied up before, but he would be lying if he said it didn't intrigue him.

He shifted to sit up a bit more, giving you a cocky grin. "You think you can handle me, doll?" he taunted, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Choso watched as you climbed onto the bed, the ropes in your hand. He couldn't tell if you were serious or just bluffing, but he was intrigued to find out.

Leaning back against the headboard, he spread his arms wide. "Go on then, doll," he challenged, his voice a low, excited rumble. "See if you can take charge."

She put his hands over his head and tied them to the headboard.

Choso's heart rate quickened as you bound his hands to the headboard. He felt a mix of excitement and a bit of surprise at your assertiveness.

He tested the bindings, finding them tight and secure. He turned his gaze to you, his eyes gleaming, a cheeky smile on his face. "You definitely have my full attention now, doll," he teased.

She tested if he was sensitive at his chest area, not being sure if he was. She found that he was indeed quite sensitive and smirked up at him.

Choso couldn't help but shiver as you touched his chest, your hands running over his skin. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but in a good way.

He watched your hands as they explored his chest, his breath catching slightly as your fingers brushed over sensitive areas. "Well, I can definitely say I'm at your mercy now," he teased, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.

She noticed that his underarms were quite sensitive and his upper area, she cupped his abdomen and digged her fingers in.

Choso let out a soft gasp as you pressed your fingers into his abdomen. He hadn't expected you to hit such a sensitive area, and he could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under your touch.

He tried to keep up his cocky demeanor, but the feeling of your hands on him was making it increasingly difficult. "Not fair, doll," he protested, his voice a bit breathless. "You know exactly where to touch me."

“you asked for it, by teasing me so much.”

Choso couldn't deny that you had a point. He had definitely been teasing you quite a bit, and he had certainly asked for it.

He let out a mock sigh, trying to keep his cool despite the fact that your touch was sending tremors through his body. "Alright, fine, I might have been asking for it," he conceded, his voice a low, rumbling murmur.

she got higher up circling his nipples, noticing he was shivering at the touch and getting goosebumps.

“Oh?”, she smirked.

Choso's breath hitched as you reached the sensitive area of his nipples. The feeling of your touch on such a sensitive part of his body was overwhelming, and he couldn't hold back a soft gasp.

It felt almost unfair how easily you were able to make him react, and yet he loved it at the same time. "You're enjoying yourself, aren't you, doll?"

She lightly grazed his nipples seeing him shivering and squirming, but she knew that wasn’t his most sensitive area.

She put her hands under his armpits tickling it. ”you trying to hold in your laugh?”

Choso's entire body jerked as your hands found his armpits. He couldn't help but bite his lip to hold back a laugh as the ticklish sensation spread through him.

He was torn between trying to maintain his cool and giving in to the tickling. "Hey, hey, that's not fair," he protested, his voice a mixture of amusement and pleading.

Choso tried to keep a straight face, but the tickling sensations were too much, and he couldn't suppress a chuckle. He squirmed slightly, trying to get away from your teasing touch.

"Okay, okay," he gasped out between laughs, his voice a mix of laughter and pleading. "You win, doll. You win." She didn’t stop deciding he deserved to get teased more.

Choso's laughter increased as you continued to tickle his armpits. He squirmed and contorted, his body struggling to find relief from the ticklish sensation.

It was getting increasingly difficult to form words, but he managed to gasp out, "Please... stop... doll. Mercy!" He trashed around.

“Nuh uh.” She got down and tickled the sensitive area of under his underwear.

Choso's gasps turned into a mix of laughing and pleading moans as you tickled the sensitive area of his underwear. The laughter was still there, but there was also a hint of pleading and desperation in his voice.

He writhe and twisted, trying to escape your tickling touch. "Please, please, doll," he gasped out, his voice strained. "I can't take anymore. I surrender! I surrender!"

“I don’t think so you can take more, cho.”

Choso couldn't believe you were prolonging his torture. The tickling sensation was driving him insane, and he had completely given up trying to maintain any coolness.

He was a writhing, squirming mess, his laughter mixed with gasps and moans of pleading. "Doll, please," he begged, his voice a desperate whimper. "I can't take any more. I'll do anything! Just stop!"

She knew he was sensitive, feeling his boner through his pants, she softly took him out seeing him quiver. She started stroking him in a slow pace.

Choso's body convulsed as you started stroking him, his sensitivity already heightened by your previous tickling. He let out an involuntary moan, his body quivering under your touch.

He couldn’t believe how easily you were able to reduce him to a pleading, trembling mess. He wanted to be in control, but here he was completely at your mercy. “Doll, please” he panted, his voice a desperate gasp. “I can’t rake it for much longer”.

“Aww poor baby, whining and wanting mercy, I think you can handle it for some more.”

Choso's body trembled as you continued to stroke him, the sensations overwhelming his senses. He had never felt so vulnerable and yet so stimulated at the same time. He was completely at your mercy, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

"I'm going to... doll," he gasped out, his voice a desperate, pleading whine. "Please... don't stop, please”, he begged.

She stopped at that, edging him.

“No, I don’t think so, you were being pretty mean earlier.”

Choso let out a strangled moan as you stopped edging him, his body quivering on the brink of release. It was a mix of pleasure and frustration, and he couldn't help but let out a desperate plea. "Doll, please," he pleaded, his voice a strained gasp. "Why are you tormenting me like this?"

“Aww, poor cho.”, she stroked his cheek.

Choso's body quivered as you continued to stroke his cheek, your touch a mixture of soothing and arousing. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his expression desperate and pleading.

"Please, doll," he whispered, his voice a low, pleading rasp. "I'll be good. I'll do anything. Just finish what you started, please." He had some desperate tears running down his face.

She decided he had enough. “Okay, okay, you deserved it.” She picked up the pace, stroking him faster and slowly massaging his balls. He was struggling and squirming under her hold and was struggling to get out of the bounds.

He was completely at your mercy, his body trembling and straining against the bonds holding him in place. He was so close to release but he knew he couldn’t reach it, the pleasure building up inside him to the point of torture.

"Please," he gasped out, his voice ragged and desperate. He was completely at your mercy, his body quivering on the brink of release. "Please... stop edging me."

Choso wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer. The pleasure was building up to the point of torment, and he was desperate for release.

"I can't," he gasped, his voice strained. "Please-“

"Please let me finish," he begged, his voice thick with pleading. "I can't take much more of this."

“Shhh shh cho, it’s okay baby, cum for me, cum.”

Choso's body bucked as you whispered for him to finish, the words adding to the pleasure building inside him. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, but he was holding back, reluctant to give in just yet.

"Please," he gasped out, his voice raw and desperate. "I-“

"I can't hold on much longer," he pleaded, his body trembling on the brink of release. "Please, doll, have mercy on me."

She started making out with him quieting him down, so he focus on his release.

Choso melted into the kiss, his body relaxing slightly as your lips met his. The taste and feel of you were a welcome distraction from the intense pleasure coursing through him, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan against your lips.

The kiss was gentle but filled with heated intensity, and Choso found himself momentarily forgetting about the bindings holding him in place. He was completely surrendered to your touch and the sensation of your mouth on his, his mind hazy with pleasure.

Choso wanted to touch you, to feel your body under his hands, but the ropes held him in place, teasing him with the inability to move. It was both maddening and thrilling, the fact that he was trapped under your control.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperate urgency. He was so close to the edge, his body trembling with need, but he held himself in.

The feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth sent a shiver of desire through you. Your hands roamed his chest, enjoying the way his muscles trembled under your touch, the ropes holding him in place only adding to the sensation.

Choso groaned into the kiss, the sensations of your hands on his chest fueling the fire that was burning inside him. He wanted to touch you, to pull you closer, but the ropes held him in place, his frustration only intensifying the arousal coursing through his body.

"Doll," he gasped as you broke the kiss, his voice a low, desperate moan. "Please, let me touch you. I need to feel you."

“No, this is your punishment baby.” she picked up the pace knowing he will release.

Choso groaned, his body taut and tense as you picked up the pace.

"Oh god," he gasped, his body trembling on the brink of release.

"Please," he begged, his voice thick with pleading. "I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Let it out, it’s okay” she traced his veins on the underside of his dick.

Choso let out a strangled sob as he finally let go, his body shuddering as the release washed over him. He felt relieved, yet still frustrated by how powerless he was under your control. He panted heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"God, doll," he gasped, his voice ragged. "You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, right?”

she chuckled, rummaging through his drawer again finding what she has been searching for, she turned it on the buzzing sound was able to be heard in the whole room.

Choso's heart stuttered as he heard the buzzing sound, knowing exactly what you had just pulled out of his drawer. He watched you with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, his mind racing with possibilities.

"What are you planning with that, doll?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. He tugged lightly against the binds, testing their strength.

He wasn't sure if he was excited or afraid of what you were about to do with the toy. The fact that he was completely bound and vulnerable added an extra layer of helplessness to the situation that was both thrilling and frightening.

"You know, I could just rip these bindings right out," he said, straining against the ropes for emphasis. His words were defiant, but there was a hint of playful excitement in his voice.

"But then again," he continued, his tone turning more teasing. "You'd punish me if I did, wouldn't you, doll?"

“I would”, she chuckled.

Choso chuckled, the thought of being punished sending a thrill through his body. He knew he could easily break the bonds if he truly wanted to, but he also knew that submitting to your will was part of the game.

“So cho any last words, before I put this on you?”

Choso's breath hitched as he heard your question. He knew he was completely at your mercy, with no way to resist whatever you had planned for him. Yet he couldn’t help the cocky smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips as he replied.

"I dare you, doll."

Choso gasped as he felt the toy pressed against his sensitive tip. The sensation was intense and overwhelming, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Oh god, doll," he gasped, his voice choked with pleasure. "You’re playing dirty."

“Can’t handle a second round, baby?”

Choso grunted, his body quivering under the toy's intense stimulation. "You know I can handle anything you dish out, doll," he muttered, his voice rough and strained.

“Really? Then what about putting the intensity a bit higher?”

Choso groaned as he heard your words, the thought of the intensity getting higher both exciting and a little scary.

"Go ahead," he panted. "I can take it." He wasn’t sure if he was bluffing, but he was willing to find out.

She put it on the highest setting. Seeing him struggle and moan against the binds.

Choso’s body jolted as the intensity increased, his moans and gasps becoming more and more desperate. The feeling was overwhelming, and he struggled against the ropes, his wrists tugging at the binds as if seeking an escape.

"Oh god.. doll," he gasp. "It’s too much-“

His body was trembling, every nerve ending on fire. The pleasure was almost painful, teetering on the edge of a mixture of pleasure and pain. He wasn’t sure if he could take anymore, but he also didn’t want the sensation to stop.

"Please," he panted, his voice strained and desperate. "I can’t take much more, doll. Mercy-"

“Nope.”

Choso groaned, his body trembling under the relentless stimulation. He was completely at your mercy, and he knew that you had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Please," he gasped again, his voice pleading and desperate. "Please, doll. I’ll do anything."

“Then cum.”

Choso's body trembled as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. The intensity was almost unbearable, but he knew he had no choice but to give in to your command.

"I’m trying," he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just... so difficult to hold on."

She started licking his nipples, to get him over the edge.

Choso's body convulsed as you touched him more, the added sensations pushing him to the brink. He was struggling to hold on, his entire body trembling.

"Please," he gasped, his voice ragged and desperate. "I’m trying. I’m trying so hard, doll. But I don’t know if I can hold on much longer. It’s too-“

“Shhh shh, let it out.”

Choso groaned, the mix of pleasure and anticipation overwhelming him. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer, and your reassurance was both a comfort and a taunt.

"Okay," he gasped, his voice a low, desperate whisper. "Okay, doll. I’ll let it out. Just don’t stop."

His body was tense, every muscle taunt and trembling. He was ready to explode, the sensations building up inside him to a level that was almost unbearable.

"I’m close," he panted, his voice strained and urgent. "So close. Just a little more, doll. Just a little more."

She started stroking him still licking his nipples and having the vibrator under his sensitive tip.

His body was on edge, teetering on the brink, ready to release at any moment. He was completely at your mercy, and he knew that you were in control of when and how his release would come.

“Then do it”

The words were a direct command, and Choso felt his body tighten in anticipation. He was so close, teetering on the edge, waiting for permission to let go.

"Okay, doll," he gasped. "I’m going to-"

He squirted.

She stroked him some more and put off the vibrator letting him have his orgasm for as long as he can.”

He repeated his words “thank you” and slowly sunk into the bedsheets after 40 seconds.

He calmed down and put her down with her and cuddled into her, needing some comfort. She provided him with him laying his head on her chest and she played with his hair pulling him into a peaceful sleep.

“I love you, cho.”

#choso kamo #choso kamo x reader #choso x reader #choso x reader smut

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months ago

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jjk ch. 262.5 spoilers under the cut !!

I REALLY ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!

not that much to say overall; i’m really hyped that inumaki is finally getting his chance to shine, and the final panel is just . so hype????

GORGEOUS . WHAT THE FUCK. akutami’s art my belovedest ever ever ever i do also want to shout out gojo’s undercut…. hi there king <3333

obviously i’m nervous about the aftermath of this. but i do genuinely think it’s about to be sukover very soon . i’m still hoping wishing praying that gojo will return but it’s starting to seem unlikely huh? i’ll still stay a believer until the last page but… at this rate i think it’s probably better to assume he’ll get one more airport scene where he properly says goodbye to everyone . (if he doesn’t i willlll have a bone to pick with my dearest mangaka because that’s a little unfulfilling imo and i’m saying that as someone who loved both 236 and 261)….

anyway . onto the most important matters!!!! gojo crumbs :3333 omnomnomnom……..

i love how you can TELL that it’s yuuta. i love it so much. akutami is so wonderful when it comes to drawing expressions and letting a character’s personality shine through their face so it’s like… almost kind of funny to see gojo with yuuta’s anxious face scrunches LMAO. i’m really grateful that we got to see a truly panicked “ohhh fuck” gojo because as far as i remember we really haven’t seen him make this kind of expression before 😭 also am i crazy or did yuuta give gojo the most dainty lashes he’s had yet because wtf….

ALSOOOOO . THIS. KILL ME

i have a lotttttt of yuuta/gojo thoughts that i’ve prepared for the 261 metapost that i’ll probably never finish but like . oughhh. he understands him and sympathizes with him more than anyone. i really adore this post-death exploration of gojo’s loneliness because it makes everything feel that much more tragic……. i also think you’re a little insane if you think akutami genuinely hates gojo because he writes him with more care than ANY other character in the story .

i really hope that we’ll get to see more of gojo’s memories through yuuta’s eyes (maybe hopefully something with geto wink wink nudge nudge)…..

BUT OK I SAVED THE BEST FOR LAST . THIS PANEL :(((((((((((( OHHHHHH MY GOOD I’M GONNA WEEP???????

I’LL CRY . I’LL CRYYYY . I LOVE GRUMPY HOODIE WEARING GOJO!!!!! icl this is one of my favorite gojos yet…… grumpy ass man……. be nice to your students……… 🤨 i love his dynamic with the second years so much because they really are like rebellious kids while he’s the reluctant stepdad LMAO. and i loveee the protective huddling of yuuta they’re so CUTE……….. gojo sticking his tongue out…………. i love this more than words can express :’3 AND I LOVE HOW GOJO IS MORE STRICT WITH YUUTA . because he places so much faith in him and his abilities . he has such high expectations of him. i think that’s also part of why yuuta took the plunge with his corpse .

anyway anywayyy !!!! very good chap :3 i’m excited to see where this goes + still salty that kenny is dead 😔 sukuna mentioned them this chapter and my knees buckled like a widow hearing her beloved husband’s name for the first time in years

#if akutami’s art has no fans i am dead #what a pretty chapter #ari noises ✩#jjk manga spoilers #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks

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hotreadingwitch · 11 months ago

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MADE TO LIE - the aftermath

TW: gun violence, death

Y/N

Y/n moved quicker than she ever had before, stepping in front of Bucky, and protecting him in an instant. He fought to get in front of her but she was determined, pushing him back.

“Father” she spoke through gritted teeth.

“Y/n” he tipped his balding head toward her in greeting.

“How did you manage to get out of prison?”

He ignored her, instead waving his gun at Bucky, “I see you’ve become quite attached to the Barnes boy…You’ve presented me with a great opportunity really Y/n, all I had to do once your little tape leaked was pair up with these nice people here and make plans to get you back.”

“I’ll never go anywhere with you again, you’re a monster” she spat.

“You see daughter, you will really, because if you don’t I’ll kill him right now. Oh,” he teased as pain sprung to her eyes, “I can see how much that hurts you, so as your father, I hate to do it really, but of course, it is your own fault that you’ve gone and fallen in love with him in the first place. And you have, haven’t you, mon coeur?”

Bucky went still behind her, his hands on her waist a comforting weight as her father’s sickening words threatened all that was good, all that was growing between them.

“You’re threatening him?” Y/n rage flooded her ears, “Really?”

“Don’t you remember what I taught you huh? To love is to be weak…”

She glared at him, oblivious the the footsteps approaching beside her.

“This was not the plan Maurice…” the woman’s sharp voice spoke, “We want James alive…”

“Well you see dear,” his grin malicious, “I don’t really care what you want at all”

BANG!

The shot rang through the air and was immediately followed by others, all of which missed their targets. Y/n had come to know a gentler version of Bucky since they’d been assigned their mission, one that many people would never get the chance to know, but some spark of the old him, the Winter Soldier, flashed in his eyes the minute she was in danger. They stood back to back, Bucky’s aim pointed right at Angelo and Y/n’s…right at her father.

It was a true standoff. Each person glaring at their clear enemy. Except, in a triangle formation of sorts as Angelo’s aim was pointed also at Maurice.

“You—you beast” he roared, “You killed my sister”

It was a mistake really, a miscalculation on his part, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. As Angelo shot at Maurice, her father turned slightly away from Y/n to shoot back, leaving him open for a mere second, a second that Y/n took advantage of.

BANG! BANG!

The look of pure outrage on his face was enough to make Y/n almost hurl. Disobeying her father the first time was hard enough, killing him was an entirely different game.

“Ha!” his laugh was manic as he fell to his knees, “You know, you’re exactly who I raised you to be daughter, and look how it turned out for me…I should’ve seen this coming”

His last breaths were garbled by blood.

“I’m sorry” she whimpered, reaching for him.

Her shaky hands pressed on the fatal wound.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she chanted like a prayer, one that would fall on deaf ears for if she somehow wasn’t considered a sinner before, she certainly felt like one now.

Strong arms pulled her up with a whisper, “We’ve got to get out of here Y/n”

He pulled her away, quite literally carrying her over his shoulder and out of the room as she struggled. When they reached the car, Bucky sped away, concern lining his eyes as he barked orders to Tony via the phone system embedded in the speakers. Y/n’s eyes glazed over as the horror of what she’d done settled in her body.

Her father was a villain, yes, but did that mean he deserved to die? In all honesty, she wasn’t completely sure. As she had pulled the trigger her only thought was protecting herself and Bucky from the same man who was responsible for the death of her mother and sister. But Bucky. What would he think of her now? The mere thought of losing him now shattered her heart again and again and again. Silently, tears slid down her face but she kept her eyes on the road, not daring to look at him as her mind replayed her father’s last words, “…you’re exactly who I raised you to be daughter.”

Her body was on autopilot. It felt to Y/n as if every emotion was heightened and yet, at the same time, she was numb to it all. Yes, she knew logically that Bucky was driving, that he was helping her out of the car with a gentle hand on her back, and that he was slowly ushering her inside as he opened the door to the hotel room, but as her swollen eyes landed on the empty coffee cups sitting innocently on the small table in the suite’s foyer, she finally lost it.

She shoved Bucky off of her with as much force as she could muster, “Don’t coddle me”

Their eyes finally met. The look of pure, honest love in Bucky’s eyes was all she needed. She crumbled in his arms, feeling safer there than she felt anywhere else in the world. He was surprisingly warm and held her, comforted her, even with the blood that was literally on her hands.

“Come” he guided her quietly, softly to the bedroom.

Blood was on Bucky’s crisp white shirt too, blood that Y/n only noticed as he stood before her in the dim lamplight.

“You’re bleeding” she stated, hastily moving toward him to unbutton the shirt.

He let her care for his wound.

“I didn’t even realize you were shot” she admitted, eyes rimmed with guilt.

“It’s okay” he cupped her cheek, his rough hands surprisingly gentle, “I can barely feel it…Super Soldier remember?”

She let out a weak chuckle. Y/n didn’t think there would ever be a time when Bucky would fail to make her feel better. Still, she nursed him, disinfecting it and applying the proper bandages that they luckily had with them. When she finished, she went to the bathroom to wash the blood off her hands. She was startled as she looked in the mirror, seeing the broken, tear-stained woman who was being reflected back at her.

“It’ll get better with time” Bucky’s low, rumbling voice diverted her thoughts, “the guilt”

“Did you kill your father?” Y/n questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“No Y/n, I haven’t” his words were firm but his voice was simply weary, “But you know I’ve killed my fair share—many of whom were innocents, unlike him”

She allowed his gaze to pierce hers as she turned, pulling him toward her with a gentle tug so that her back hit the bathroom counter behind where she stood. Her lips grazed his, making him let out a low huff.

“Y/n…” he warned.

“What?” she nuzzled her nose along his cheek, her lips following, pressing small kisses across his handsome face, “I want you Bucky, is that so bad?”

He let out a frustrated murmur as if the thought of stopping her from getting what she wanted personally pained him, “I want you, you know I do, but let’s do this any other day, tomorrow even, just let yourself rest doll, you need it”

She pulled back, searching his gaze for something, what she didn’t know, yet all she found was more safety, so much that it threatened to overwhelm her entire being. The feeling poured out of her eyes, a broken sob escaping her mouth as Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead. He wiped her tears then, before gifting her their first true kiss.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfiction #bucky #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you

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pocketramblr · 6 months ago

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5 headcanons for an AU where:

All for One realizes the sheer amount of quirks he has actually makes him dumber

1- so, while AfO-The-Quirk does grant the user the ability to safely hold more quirks than other people can without straining the body and mind, it's far from capable of allowing the user to have an infinite number of quirks with no strain at all. You could probably stretch the initial limit of about twenty or so quirks, if you did it slowly over time to let the quirk get stronger... But AfO the Guy does not do slow and steady.

2- he steals more and more quirks, and his brain is so busy running all of those, it really makes it harder to think rationally or long term, especially in the aftermath of adjusting to a new glut of quirks. He stole a lot of the rebellion's quirks before killing Yoichi. But the pattern of his thoughts and behavior changing with more quirks stolen, and the lack of that when he's giving out or exchanging them, is noticed by both AfO and the Doctor, though it takes them nearly until the end of Shinomori's life to do so.

3- AfO is actually the one to accept that the more quirks makes him less smart, because then he can blame actions like Yoichi's death on the treacherous quirk ghosts in his head slowing down his brilliance and killing his brother. Still, it takes a while for the Doctor to convince him that giving up quirks would help him think clearly- and it doesn't need to be permanent, he can just store his quirks outside of his body and take the ones he needs when he needs them- at this point, with so much strain and overuse, he can only hold about ten quirks without it affecting his mind, and since he's got to keep the longevity, that means he only has nine slots. Huh wonder if nine is going to turn out to be an important number.

4- the Doctor still has to work to make nomu as functional quirk storage units, and AfO has to train to rely on a small number of different quirks. This becomes difficult as AfO wants very specific quirks then, so the doctor has to figure out how to edit them in such a way. And of course, this whole time they're trying to capture OfA users- to limited effect. AfO did manage a plan to take En alive in their third encounter, but he'd already passed on the quirk at that time, so OfA still isn't his. But this means Nana was killed far less spectacularly than getting nuked, since that would have taken a lot of quirks. Toshinori is trained for many, many contingencies.

5- AfO is distracted working to edit nine specific quirks to what he wants them to be, and on testing to see if he could edit OfA in a user, to change it genetically so it can be stolen, and using the kidnapped Shimura relatives as lab rats to do so, when All Might finds him and breaks his face. Only the doctor and All Might make it out of that one alive, barely. AfO's body is unrecoverable like many others, but Ujiko hopes that with his gene and quirk editing technology, he can make a clone.

#so uh. cloneafo v Izuku i guess #where it's a lot of strategy and Izuku's quirk set is already decided and known while cloneafo gets to be a little pickier #but only a little #pocket talks to people #dgshoe #ask game

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unfinishedslurs · 2 years ago

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ghost eddie (steddie)

So.

Eddie dies.

That’s how this shit goes. He pays for his sins, doesn’t run away again and leave another kid dead in his trailer. He tells Henderson he loves him, feels the life seep away, the whole shebang. He dies. End of story.

He didn’t expect death to be this lively.

He doesn’t know what happened to his body. Figures they had to leave it there, in the Upside-Down, which sucks but it’s better than someone being dead.

Someone else, that is.

King Steve seems to be doing alright, all things considered.

There’s a hard look in his eyes, something Eddie only saw glimpses of before. He doesn’t get back with Nancy, like Eddie expected, but hangs out with her boyfriend while Nancy and Robin are off doing girl shit or whatever they’re calling target practice. He visits Max. Tells Lucas or Mrs. Hargrove he’ll stay the night tonight, that they should go home and get some rest. Falls asleep holding her hand, which warms Eddie’s no-longer-beating heart like nothing else.

Helps at the school, watches Robin flirt with that redhead with a grin on his face. Works on schematics with Nancy, even when he gets this lost little look on his face when she talks too fast. Listens as she goes over plans with Chief Hopper, who apparently isn’t dead after all. Talks to the little superhero, who reminds Eddie so much of himself with her buzzed hair and sad eyes he wants to cry.

The most heart wrenching part of it all is when he goes to the Henderson house.

Dustin won’t talk to him.

Eddie fades through the door on those days, sits on the end of Dustin’s bed and watches him bury his face into a pillow. Steve sits with his back against the door, telling him about his day. Says him he gets it, he knows he’s hurting, he knows he’s mad at him, but he can’t keep going like this. It’s no way to live.

Eddie’s not really sure why Dustin would be mad at Steve, and he’s not sure he’s willing to guess. It doesn’t matter. If Eddie could speak, he’d tell Dustin he agrees with Steve.

Henderson never says anything. Steve always leaves after an hour. Mrs. Henderson kisses him on the cheek, gives him a container of food and thanks him for trying. Eddie’s the only one who sees the sour look on his face when he turns away.

Eventually, he’ll go home. With Robin, sometimes, or with Byers and his friend Argyle. Sometimes Nancy joins, and the five of them will talk about what’s coming until they pass out on the cushions spread across the living room.

On the nights he’s alone, though, he’ll climb the stairs. Flick on his bedroom light, exposing the awful plaid wallpaper and the vest laid on a desk chair. The same vest that keeps Eddie tied to this place, to Harrington. Sometimes Steve will run his hand along it on his way to the bathroom.

Then he gets ready for bed.

Sometimes, after a particularly bad visit with Dustin, he’ll talk to Eddie.

“You’re a bastard, you know that?” He’s in bed, lamp illuminating the room enough that he can glare at the vest. “I know why you did it, but…shit, man, I can’t believe you sometimes. You really fucked him up, you know?”

There’s a long pause, where Eddie wants to sink through the floor. Wishes death would just take him properly, so he wouldn’t have to see the aftermath.

He’s kind of glad, in a fucked up way, that Steve hasn’t been to see Wayne.

Finally Steve sighs. “I would have done the same thing,” he admits. “You saved his life. All that talk about being a coward, and you dropped the ball, huh? Couldn’t stay consistent? I wish…”

He trails off, and sighs again. Turns off his lamp and rolls over. Doesn’t sleep a wink without nightmares, but Eddie doubts anyone else is either.

So goes the reality of saving the world.

Eddie tried, at first. Waved his hand in front of Dustin’s face, but he didn’t even blink. Put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, only for it to fall right through. Tried swiping a lamp off a desk, to no avail. His attempts got more and more ridiculous, until finally it culminated in him taking a running jump at Steve and ending up sprawled on the ground while Steve shivered and went to put on a jacket.

He thought he’d tried it all.

But he’s never touched Steve while he was asleep, and as he’s sucked into a dream it becomes increasingly obvious that if he hadn’t been so worried about being a perv he could’ve saved himself a whole lot of trouble.

“We laid you in your bed.” Steve shuts his eyes, like he’s picturing it. “Rob closed your eyes. We couldn’t—couldn’t bring you back. Couldn’t just leave you on the ground either, man. It wasn’t right.”

#ghost eddie au #steddie #eddie munson #dead eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #listen i don't think they'd just leave eddie's body there cold and alone :(((#eddie is tied to steve through the strong emotional connection with the vest and steve being the current living owner

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thevegandarkelf · 24 days ago

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Finding Myself, Finding You: Chapter Twenty-Five

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TW/CWs for this story--implied/referenced past rape, canonical violence, non-canonical violence, blood, gore, referenced past suicide, swearing, surgery, excessive drinking, nightmares, panic attacks, mention of scars, vomiting, amputation, medical procedures, non-con medical procedures, referenced past medical torture, referenced past drugging, attempted sexual assault, panic attacks, mental health struggles, referenced sibling death, referenced parent death, PTSD

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This story, Lydia Vector, her family, her bestie, and Jake (c) me, TheVeganDarkElf

TWD & its characters (c) AMC & Robert Kirkman, the writer of the comic series

TW/CWs for this chapter--swearing, aftermath of attempted sexual assault, mention of scars

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We stayed just like that, cozied up next to each other on the couch, for the next couple of hours, until the timer on the slow cooker beeped. Daryl, being the sweetheart he was, insisted on getting the food for both of us. He lifted my legs off of him and rested them on the couch, and I crossed my legs and sat back. Daryl took the ice pack off my face and set it on the coffee table, placing a hand under my chin and tilting my head up and back, and side-to-side, just like he did when he first examined it in the infirmary. He didn’t need to look at my nose at different angles to see its improvement. Truthfully, I think he just liked touching my face. And who was I to deny him that pleasure?

“Lookin’ a lot better,” Daryl commented, and he gave my chin a small stroke with his thumb. He was doing that thing with his eyes again, where it felt like he was staring directly into my soul. The overthinking of his words snapped him out of it. “Shit, I mean the swellin’ looks like it’s gone down. Not that ya looked bad before, ‘cause ya didn’t—“

“I know what you meant,” I laughed, cutting off his anxious rambling.

As he brought my bowl over to me, it reminded me of the first time we had dinner together. That was the first time we’d had a conversation where we really got to know each other. Well, it was mostly Daryl getting to know me. Still, it was a fond memory for me, and a big grin spread across my face as Daryl sat back on the couch next to me.

“What’s got ya smilin’ like that, huh?” he asked.

I stirred my food with the spoon, reflecting on some of the memories that had led to this exact moment. “Nothing. Just…thinking about how far we’ve come is all,” I explained, “we went from you not wanting to share a house with me to…this.”

“Come a long way, haven’t we?” he acknowledged.

“I like it,” I beamed, scooting myself closer to close the gap between us, “I think it’s worked out perfectly.”

“Me too.”

“Thank you for helping me get cleaned up. And making sure I got what I needed. You’re my favorite. I appreciate you so much,” I thanked, the L word that I wanted to use almost slipping off my tongue once again.

“Anythin’ for you,” he replied. He set his bowl in his lap momentarily to take my hand in his and plant a kiss on the back of it. He seemed to be already taking advantage of my permission to be as touchy as he’d like, which I had zero qualms about. However, the butterflies in my stomach were making it difficult to eat. “How ya feelin’ now?”

“I’m ok. Still a little shaken, but I’ll be alright,” I said, pausing to take a bite before I continued, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to face anyone tomorrow. I don’t think I can look anybody in the eye after that, knowing that they know what happened.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “How they know?”

“Everyone was out on the lawn staring at us after he punched me,” I answered, “he tried to make it sound like I did it unprovoked, so I made sure to let them know what he tried to do. Wanted them all to know what kind of man he really is.”

“He’ll be a dead man if I get any say in it,” he scoffed.

“I think everyone knows that. Rick’s not gonna let you anywhere near that cell,” I reminded him. I stirred my food again, my appetite dissipating the more I thought about the evening’s earlier events. “What do you think’s gonna happen to him?”

“Hopefully get rid of ‘im. He so much as looks at ya funny, I’ll kill ‘im.”

I chuckled a little and smirked. “I told him I’d gouge his eyes out and shove them down his throat.”

“Atta girl,” he praised, “see? Don’t take shit from nobody.”

“Isn’t there some shit like that in the Bible? Something about plucking your eyes out if it causes you to sin?” I asked, “I’m not religious, but I think I’ve heard that before. Do you believe in God, Daryl?”

“Used to,” he answered, “not so much anymore.”

“I get that. With the shit I’ve seen, what happened to the world, I have a hard time believing there’s a God just sitting idly by. One that could end the suffering in the world, prevent terrible things from happening, and just… choose not to? I don’t know.” I rubbed my scars lightly, subtly under the sleeves of Daryl’s shirt. A God wouldn’t have allowed something like what caused these scars to happen, I thought.

“Sorry again for raisin’ my voice at ya. Still feel bad ‘bout that,” Daryl apologized. I let out a soft sigh and gave him a little smile.

“You sweet man,” I beamed. I reached a hand up to caress his face, his soft facial hair tickling my skin. “It’s ok. I forgive you. It was a heat-of-the-moment reaction, I get that.”

“Don’t like talkin’ to ya like that. Ya don’t deserve it,” he explained, a pensive look on his face.

A flirtatious streak overcame me. “And what do I deserve, Daryl?”

“Ya deserve to have your family back. To not live in a world like this.” He stared thoughtfully down at the bowl in his lap. “Ya deserve good things. Good things only.”

“I think you’re a good thing. Great thing, in fact,” I said, smiling softly at him. The blood rushed to my face, and I was turning red again. I dropped my gaze to his chest, watching it rise and fall as I waited for him to say something, anything. He brought a hand to my chin and tilted my head up so our eyes locked. His cheeks were tinged pink, so subtle that most people wouldn’t notice. But I did.

“You too, sunshine.”

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It was about a week after the incident, and my nose had improved dramatically. The pain was gone, but there was still a little bruising, nothing too bad. Daryl and I were out on another Rick-ordered run, this time to a department store to try to find some winter clothes for everyone. I didn’t know exactly what month it was, but the leaves had started to change colors and drop off the trees. By that, I guessed it was September or October. While winter still wasn’t for some time, it wouldn’t hurt to get what we could find now before anyone else came along.

I had talked to Maggie, Rosita, and Michonne before going, told them what we were looking for, and asked if there was anything special they wanted me to keep an eye out for. Like myself, bras and underwear were a priority. They’d given me their sizes and told me to keep an eye out for anything particularly cute.

“You should get something nice,” Maggie encouraged, “y’know, to show off to your man.”

“Shut up,” I scoffed.

It was the middle of the afternoon by the time we had finished. We’d found some pants, socks, flannels, and the best finds, winter coats and boots. We’d also found some blankets, and I came in clutch for my girls and found cute undergarments for all of us, myself included. That search was done in secret, as I hadn’t told Daryl about what I was doing. Those items were discretely shoved into my backpack.

“Damn,” I sighed as we climbed back into the car, “can’t believe it took us that long.”

“Wouldn’ta taken so long if ya wasn’t dancin’ through the aisles like a goof,” he teased.

“Are you saying you didn’t like it?” I teased back. He took my hand and interlocked it with his, planting a kiss on the back of it. Every chance we were alone, Daryl was finding some excuse to touch me. Whether it was holding hands, hugging me from in front or behind, a hand on my arm/back/waist, etc., he was doing something. I thanked myself every day for letting him know that he had permission to be as touchy as he wanted.

“Ain’t what I said,” Daryl replied, “just said ya’s goofy.”

“So you did like it?”

“Yeah,” he said “seems like ya been in a real good mood recently. More than usual.” He was most definitely the reason.

“I have been. Feels good to have been in the same place for a couple of months now. Things feel…stable, for once. It feels good to finally have some sense of stability.”

Our ride back lasted close to an hour, the longest one we’d done so far. We talked the whole time, as we always did on our runs. It amazed me how we never seemed to run out of things to talk about. He held my hand the whole time, occasionally stroking my thumb with his or kissing the back of my hand, both of which I returned as well. When we returned home, we were greeted by some of the others, ready to help us.

“Hey!” Rick called out to me, gesturing for me to come over to him as I stepped out of the car.

“Gimme just a minute,” I said to Daryl before skipping over to meet Rick. “‘Sup cowboy?”

“I need to talk to you. About Jake.” My cheery demeanor was quickly overshadowed by a feeling of dread.

Jake had been locked in that little cellar for the last week while the rest of the community decided his fate. People were torn. Some thought he should be killed, some didn’t think he should be killed but deserved to be exiled from Alexandria, and others thought he should be able to stay. Rick hadn’t brought it up to me yet, as he knew I didn’t want to talk about it, but a decision had to be made. And the only opinion he still needed was mine.

I let out an exasperated sigh and looked up at him. “And you wanna know what I think, right?”

“I know you don’t wanna talk about it,” he said, trying to usher me off to the side of the path so we could talk privately, “but since you’re the one he attacked, I’d argue your opinion is the most important.”

I bit the inside of my bottom lip and stared down at my feet, wiggling my toes in my boots. I had thought long and hard over the last week about what I thought should happen to Jake. I’d spent far longer than I’d like to admit contemplating the options, toying with the pros and cons of each. I didn’t like the idea of him staying, as he was clearly dangerous & I was worried he might retaliate against me. I also was concerned about him being exiled, for several reasons. Did I think he deserved to be killed? I was still torn on that.

“Can I finish helping unload the car first?” I asked, “I’ll come find you after. I just…need a minute to think.”

“Course. Come find me when you’re done,” he replied.

I didn’t just need a minute to think—if I was going to talk about such a sensitive topic, I wanted the company of my favorite person. My human security blanket, if you will. I went back to Daryl, who had his back to me, and gently tugged on his sleeve to get him to turn around.

“Umm, Rick wants to talk to me about Jake after we’re finished,” I explained, swallowing hard, “will you come with me?”

“‘Course I will,” he assured. He took my hand and gave it a squeeze, a quick one as there were other people around & he wasn’t big on PDA. It was little, but it did help me feel better.

Once everything had been unloaded from the car, I grabbed my backpack & we went to find Rick. Michonne informed us that he was at home watching Judith. We went over and found him in their backyard, letting Judith attempt to crawl around in the grass. She was at the age where babies usually started trying to crawl, and the little girl seemed to be making good progress so far.

“I’ve returned, cowboy,” I greeted, taking a seat in the grass across from him and crossing my legs. Daryl took a seat next to me, close enough that our legs were touching. Judith looked up at me and smiled, and I couldn’t help but give her a big, goofy grin in return. I’d never wanted children of my own, but I was more than happy to be an aunt to this little cutie patootie. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course,” Rick nodded.

“Come here my love,” I said as I reached over and scooped Judith up, eliciting a string of sweet, soft giggles from her. I sat her in my lap and bounced her, continuing the string of giggles. I looked up at Daryl, who was already looking at me with an adoration in his eyes I’d never seen before. As we were in front of company, I did my best to stop myself from blushing.

“Were you able to think it over?” Rick asked me, then turned his gaze to Daryl, “I already know what you think.”

“I’m torn. He’s clearly a danger. Not just to me, but to the other women here. I don’t want the same thing or worse to happen to anyone else. I don’t think I’d feel safe with him here.” I dropped my gaze to the grass, chomping at my bottom lip as I tried to quell my anxiety.

“How do you feel about kicking him out?” Rick inquired.

“I don’t like the idea of exiling him either. Sure, we could blindfold him and take him out to the middle of nowhere, but he somehow found his way here, right? He could find his way back,” I explained, “or worse, he could find another group & they could all retaliate. I argue that’d be worse than letting him stay. I think we’d be putting the whole community at risk if we exiled him.”

“So you think we should kill him?” Rick asked.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair to brush my bangs back, “that doesn’t feel right either. Nothing does. I don’t know what to do.” Daryl put a hand on my back, drawing small circles with his fingers up and down my spine. Not only did it feel good and soothe my anxiety, but it gave me an idea.

“Aye, cowboy. Do you remember how he said I threatened to paralyze him?” I asked.

“He hasn’t stopped talking about it,” Rick explained, “brings it up nearly every chance he gets.”

“Sounds like he’s scared,” I commented, laughing a little.

“Should be,” Daryl cut in.

“Well, all it would take is a small injury between vertebrae T2 and T6 for him to become paraplegic,” I explained. The two of them looked at me like I had three heads.

“Layman’s terms, please,” Rick requested.

“Sorry,” I apologized, “basically, there are 12 vertebrae in the thoracic, or middle part, of the spine. They’re numbered from one to twelve. An injury between bones number 2 and 6 will cause him to become paralyzed from the waist down. What if we did that? Let him stay but take away his ability to walk? He’d be less likely to hurt anyone that way.”

“Might’s well kill him,” Daryl interjected.

“Daryl,” Rick retorted.

I pondered on an idea for a moment. “What if…what if we gave him the ultimatum?” I suggested, “either kill him, or let him stay but go under the knife. His choice.”

Rick looked deep in thought before he replied. “That’s an option.”

“We still need your opinion,” I said to Judith, giving her a kiss on the cheek, “you’re a valuable member of this community too. What do you think we should do?” She replied with a series of babbles.

“Thank you for your contribution,” I replied to her before turning my attention back to Rick, “Lil’ Ass Kicker has spoken. She likes my idea.”

“Ain’t gon’ argue with this one,” Daryl said. He reached over and gave Judith a little tickle under her chin, and she gave her approval with a series of affirming coos and giggles. Seeing Daryl interact with the baby was doing things to my heart.

“I think that’s the best choice,” I informed, “let him decide what he wants. Either way, he won’t be as much of a threat, or a threat at all. I’ll happily sever his spinal cord if he so chooses.”

“I’m goin’ with ya,” Daryl insisted, “ain’t gonna let ya face him by yourself.”

“That your final thought?” Rick asked. I nodded.

“Yeah,” I said, “we’ll let him pick. He’ll get his just desserts either way.”

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jellybean-supreme · 5 months ago

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I'm All Yours (Grim Reaper x reader)

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As you stand on the sidewalk, observing a fatal car crash, you lock eyes with a mysterious figure in black across the street, only to find him inexplicably appearing behind you later with a chilling grin.

*You're standing on the sidewalk, watching the aftermath of a carcrash that resulted in a couple of deaths. Across the street, you see a pale man in black robes, hood up, scythe in hand. You make eye contact with yellow eyes. He sees you, too. A truck passes between you, and he's gone. How strange..*

*You go home, shrugging it off. The man later appears behind you, crouched on the windowsill. Holding his scythe, he leans into it as he stares at you with a creepy grin.*

"You can see me, can't you?"

I don't say anything. I pretend like I don't hear a thing.

*He chuckles lowly, swinging himself down and walking towards you. He looks you up and down, his eyes glinting with curiosity and something else.*

"Oh come now, don't ignore me. It's not like I'm here to hurt you."

Again, i stay silent. Not trusting his

words.

*He sighs, placing the handle of his scythe on the ground as he leans on it. Still staring at you, clearly fascinated by the fact that you can see him and hear him.*

"I mean, if I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now. You're ignoring me for no reason. I won't bite, I promise."

"So you have a bitting kink? Interesting." I finally say, wanting to make him embarrassed

*He lets out a surprised, sharp snicker, the tip of his ears turning red. His eyes widen, and he stands up suddenly, now a bit flustered. That probably wasn't the type of comment he was expecting.*

"H-hey, I don't have a-a biting kink! How'd you even figure that?"

"You said I promise that I won't bite instead of I don't bite," I reply to his question.

*His face goes a shade darker, and he scratches the back of his neck, averting his gaze for a moment. He's clearly embarrassed that you called him out.*

"Well- I uh, I suppose you have a point. But I wasn't necessarily talking about THAT type of biting-"

"Mhm sure, " I say sarcastically

*He rolls his eyes and lightly slaps you on the head, clearly embarrassed and frustrated at the fact that you called him out on something like that.*

"Oh shut it, you. It's not what I meant, and you know it. Anyway, getting off topic. You didn't answer my question before, do you really see me that clearly?"

"Well, I'm talking to you, aren't I?" I say

"That's- well...yeah, alright, fair point. What's your name?"

*He leans his scythe back against your wall and sits down, resting his elbows on his knees. He's intrigued by you. The fact that you can see him is throwing him for a loop. No living being is supposed to be able to see him, yet here you are. He gives you a smirk.*

"Y/n, what's yours? Or is your name actually 'The Grim Reaper'?" I ask curiously. Did he have a name?

*He lets out a snicker, amused by the fact that you asked that. He gives you a smirk and a cocky grin, clearly enjoying this interaction.*

"My name's Lior, not 'The Grim Reaper'. That's just my job title, though many humans don't know that. You'd be surprised how often people are afraid of me."

"Well, I like your name, Lior." I tell him. "I wasn't scared of you, you know, I actually thinking you just some guy I know trying to scare me," I add before heading to my room. I gesture for him to follow.

*He pauses for a moment, his lips turning up in a slight smile. No one has called his name like that before, not for a long time. He follows after you, sticking his hands in the pockets of his black robes. He enters your room, looking around and admiring the space. He chuckles dryly and leans back against the wall.*

"A 'guy you know' trying to scare you, huh?"

"Yea, my ex-boyfriend Duke," I say.

"Give ma a sec, you can continue talking, I just wanna change intosmg comfy." I tell him as I walk onto my closet.

*He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. He chuckles softly, tilting his head to one side as he watches you enter your closet.*

"That's his name, Duke? Kinda a nerdy name, don't you think?"

"Yea, he was actually a rugby player. When he broke up with me after dating for a few months, I found out u was a dare." I say. "I got my revenge, though. I got everyone who was involved kicked off the team." I add proudly

*He actually laughs at this, amused by your story. He grins widely, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head to one side again. He'd never tell you this, but he's enjoying this interaction. Seeing you change into more comfortable clothing has stirred some thoughts deep in his mind, however..*

"Damn, I can't say that wasn't deserved. Got them all kicked off the team, huh?"

"Yep." I say as I walk out of my closet, wear a tank top and some sweat pants, carrying an extra pair of sweats in my hands. "I brought something you can change unto if you'd like, I can't imagine that that is comfy," I say, handing him the sweats

*He's a bit surprised by this gesture but takes the sweats. He looks down at them, then back up at you with a smirk. He looks you up and down, taking in the fact that you're now in a tank top and sweatpants. His smirk widens.*

"Awh, would you look at that? Offering me your clothing? You're sweeter than I pegged you to be."

I stuck my tongue out of him in an annoyed way. "Whatever, you can change in the closet or in the bathroom," I say, pointing my hands both ways.

*He grins and snickers at the expression you make, finding it cute. He glances between the two rooms you pointed to, considering the options. He decides to use the closet, more comfortable in a smaller room.*

"Yeah, I'll go into the closet.."

*He says, quickly entering the closet and shutting the door behind him. Once inside, he takes his robes and clothes off, leaving him wearing only a pair of light grey boxers. He hesitates for a minute, then puts your sweatpants on..*

*He looks down at himself, realizing that he's wearing your clothing. Though they're oversized, the feeling of wearing something that you've worn is oddly comforting. He walks out, the sweatpants hanging loose on his slender body, and leans against the nearby wall again.*

"Well? How do I look?"

I stay silent for a few minutes, he's hor. It's not hot as just hot. This guy is hotter than all the Greek gods combined. "Y-you l-lo-loolk go-good," I say, stuttering staring at his body.

*It takes all his willpower to keep a smug look on his face and not let you see the light flush on his cheeks at the stuttering. He notices that you're staring, admiring the appearance of his lean, athletic body. His smirk widens, and he leans away from the wall, walking towards you in the oversized sweatpants.*

"Oh? Something caught your eye, huh?"

"Nope, no, not at all," I say, flustered

*He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying making you flustered. He stops in front of you, tilting his head to one side as he looks down at you with a smirk.*

"Ahh come on now, I know you were staring at me. Don't be so coy about it. It's cute watching you get embarrassed~"

"I could say the same about you, handsome." I say to him as I hide my flushed face.

*The flush on his own face darkens at the compliment, and he's caught off guard by you suddenly calling him 'handsome'. He clears his throat, his smirk not faltering as he tries to remain composed.*

"Handsome, eh? That's a new one.."

*He grabs your chin, tilting your face so you're looking directly at him.*

"Say that again~"

"Why should I, handsome ?" I say teasing him

*He raises an eyebrow, and his smirk widens, his hand still holding your chin. He moves closer to you, your bodies almost touching as he looks down at you. There's something in his eyes, a flicker of desire.*

"Because I asked you to, that's why."*He leans in slightly, his voice lowering a bit.*

"Now say it again. Or else I'll make you~"

"How are you going to make me Lior?" I asked, teasing him. I'm not even sure if he heard me call him handsome before.

*He smirks, not missing that you used his name. Hearing you say his name like that causes a shiver to run through him, and his blush deepens slightly. He moves closer, closing what little space is between you. His hand holding your chin moves to your hip, his fingers lightly tracing your skin.*

"You're really testing my patience now,"

*He whispers softly, clearly enjoying this little game.*

"If I have to repeat myself again I'm going to get rough with you..~"

"Who said I didn't like it rough, handsome?" I ask, trying to.gey a reaction out of him.

*His eyes darken a bit at your comment, confirming a suspicion he had. He grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him. His fingers dig into your skin, his expression growing more possessive. His eyes rake over your form, appreciating every feature.*

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. Careful, I might just give you what you want."

"Me? Playing a game? With the hot grim reaper Lior? Never." I say sarcastically

*He lets out a low, sharp snicker, enjoying your sarcasm. He leans forward, whispering into your ear, the hot air from his breath tickling your neck.*

"Don't try to play coy with me, doll. I know that you're enjoying this as much as I am.. You want me to get rougher with you, don't you?"

"If you want me, you'll have to catch me, and no grim, reapery power or whatever you used to dissappear so fast." I say as I get out of his grip and start bolting out of my room and out of my backdoor into the forest that was attached to my lot.

*He's stunned for a moment when you suddenly squirm out of his grip and dart out of the room, a look of surprise on his face. He quickly regains his composure with a smirk, knowing that you want to play this game. He follows after you, chasing after you like you wanted.*

"Oh no, you don't! You're not getting away that easily, darling~"

*He takes long strides, his footsteps surprisingly silent as he chases you into the forest, keeping his eyes locked on your form.*

I hear him closing in on me, so I run to the one place he won't find me, a little cave. It's at the root of the tree. You can't really see it in the daylight, so for him to find it in the dark is going to be worse.

I sit and wait for him to find me. While I sit, I look around. It has been far too long since I've been here. It was my favourite place, I need to start coming here again. I'm pretty sure the fairylight, blankets, and cushions I put in here are still here.

*Lior chases you through the forest, searching for you amongst the trees. He looks around and keeps an eye on his sense of death, hoping it'll help guide him to you. However, as smart as he is, he hasn't taken into account that you're hiding in an old cave.*

*He stops running and scans his surroundings, trying to figure out where you went. He can't sense that you're nearby, and he's getting more and more irritated by the second. He calls out to you.*

"Come out, come out, wherever you are~"

*He continues searching, growing more and more impatient as he still can't find you. There really isn't a lot of places to hide in the forest, and yet there's still no sign of you. He lets out a frustrated groan, raking a hand through his hair.*

"Damn, where are you-"

*He cuts himself off as he spots a small cave hidden by a tree. He slowly walks over to it, examining it for a moment...*

*He stands in front of the cave for a few moments, contemplating whether he should check it or not. However, there's only one or two places you could hide, so he decides to see if you're in the cave.*

*He slowly pushes his way through the narrow opening, ducking his head to get through the low entrance. He stands up and looks around in the cave, his eyes scanning it for any signs of you...*

"Looks like you found me handsome," I say as I switch on the fairylights.

*He freezes when he hears your voice. He looks around, trying to pinpoint where you are. When the lights suddenly turn on, his eyes quickly adjust. Once he sees you, though, the look on his face becomes smug.*

"So I did find you, sweetheart~"

*He slowly starts walking towards you, a smirk on his face as his eyes rake over your form. He slowly corners you against the wall of the cave.*

*He steps closer, pressing his body against yours as he pins you against the cave wall. His hands rest on both sides of your head, trapping you in place. He leans in, his face hovering just a few inches away from your own. His smirk grows wider, and his eyes are darkened with obvious desire.*

"Naughty girl, running away and trying to hide from me like that.."

*He mutters, his voice low and slightly strained.*

*He moves his mouth to your neck, pressing light kisses there. His body is fully pressed against yours now. One of his hands moves from the wall and grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head against the wall.*

"Do you have any idea how desperate you made me? Chasing after you like a dog after a damn rabbit?"

"Woff, woff," I say, teasing him. I want him to do anything and everything he wants to do to me.

*A low growl leaves his throat at your tease. He pulls back from your neck, his eyes narrowing into a glare. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.*

"Watch that tongue, sweetheart. Keep using it against me like that, and I might have to do something about it~"

"What you do about it, big bad reaper?" I ask, teasing him more.

*He lets out another growl, slightly annoyed by your disobedience, though at the same time, he's finding your teasing and disobedience cute, which is a first for him. He grips your jaw tighter, his eyes growing more possessive.*

"You're pushing my buttons, doll. Keep it up, and I'm going to punish you. In a way you'll definitely like~"

"Then punish me, Handsome," I say.

*His lips pull into a smug smirk, clearly enjoying your eagerness to be punished. He steps forward again, his body fully against you. He runs his free hand along your side, enjoying the way you shiver at his touch.*

"Oh, I'll punish you, alright, my sweet little minx~"

*He whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine.*

*He runs his tongue along your ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly. his hand that's on your jaw moves down to your hip, grabbing it and pulling you closer to him. He starts to trail kisses down your neck, pausing every so often so he can bite down.*

"You've been behaving like a disobedient little vixen, doll. I should teach you a lesson~"

"Yeah, what you gonna teach me ? How to brand hair, handsome?

*He rolls his eyes at your comment, amused by your sense of humour. His hand on your hip suddenly grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him again.*

"No. I'm going to punish you in a much more..*personal* way, darling~"

*He purrs, his smirk growing as he continues his assault on your neck, clearly enjoying marking you as his.*

*His hand moves back to your hip, slowly moving up. his fingers start tracing the edge of your shirt, occasionally slipping underneath the fabric to brush your stomach.*

"I'm going to make you learn your lesson, my sweet. I'm going to take my time with you and make you beg for me~"

"So you not only have a biting kink but a praise kink one as well? Damnn." I say, getting a little annoyed at him for not doing anything but talking.

*He stills for a moment, realizing that he has been just talking. He pulls his head back, looking at you with a knowing smirk on his face. His eyes rake over you again, pausing to look at the marks he's left.*

"Getting impatient, are we doll? You really are a needy little minx, aren't you?~"

*He suddenly grabs your chin again, keeping your face still as he leans in close to you, his nose brushing yours.*

"Patience, my sweet. I'll give you exactly what you want when I say so. And by the time I'm done with you, you'll be a whiny, writhing mess in my hands. Begging for me to touch you like I know you want~"

"Touch me, Lior, or I'll do it myself, and you won't be able to see me do it, I'll close the door you will.just be listening to my moans." I reply, getting really annoyed at him.

*His eyes darken upon hearing your words. His grip on your jaw tightens ever so slightly, his smirk growing.*

"Such a disobedient tease you are, sweetheart. I was going to take my time with you...but it seems you need to be taught a lesson sooner rather than later~"

*He moves quickly, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. His eyes roam your body, appreciating every damn curve you have.*

*He starts planting kisses along your body, starting at your jawline and slowly moving down to your neck. He marks your skin with bite marks, wanting others to know that you belong to him.*

"You're mine, doll. You're my little tease of a darling... and I'm going to mark you as mine in every damn way possible~"

*His other hand finds the edge of your shirt again, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric and stroking your stomach. His mouth moves to your collarbone, and he sucks a mark onto your skin there as well.*

"You're going to be a damn mess once I'm done with you, darling~ You'll be begging me for more the entire god-damned time~"

"Just do it already, Lior. Take off my clothes." I say to him as start to take off the shirt I gave him.

*His eyes darken with need as he watches you take off his shirt, his hands gripping your hips even tighter. He growls again, the sound low and possessive.*

"Greedy little minx~ You want me that badly, huh?"

*He suddenly picks you up, pinning you against the wall. He presses his body against yours, his fingers trailing along the waistband of your pants.*

*He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your form. He can practically feel the desire and need radiating off of you, and it only makes his own want for you grow even more.*

"You're too impatient, my sweet. We're barely getting started, and you're already desperate for me~"

*He teasingly trails a hand up your inner thigh, his fingers ghosting against your skin.*

You're getting tired of his teasing, so instead of telling him that, you tease him back, you run your one hand to his jawline and the other on his dick.

*The instant you touch his jawline and his dick, a shudder runs through his body. His eyes widen in surprise, a low growl of surprise leaving his throat as he looks down at you.*

"You little-"

*He cuts himself off as a groan cuts up his throat, his body clearly enjoying your touch. His hands are still at your hips, but his grip has loosened as his eyes begin to grow dark with desire.*

*He leans in closer to you, his breath hitching in his throat. His grip on your hips is slightly slacking, but he still has you pinned against the wall. His eyes trail over your body, taking in your form and the way you're touching him.*

"Damn little tease... making me feel like this..."

*He murmurs, clearly affected by your actions. He's trying to regain his composure and his control, but it's very difficult with you touching him like that.*

"I could say the same about you." I say with a murdurous glare, showing how annoyed I am. If he wanted to play dirty with me, I'd play dirty back.

*He smirks slightly at your glare, enjoying that he's got you riled up like this. However, your touch is affecting him more than he'd like to admit, and his self-control is slipping more and more with each passing second.*

"You're such a tease, darling. You want me to give in and take you right here, don't you?"

*He asks, his voice slightly strained as he tries to keep his composure. He can feel his restraint weakening, and it's taking everything he has not to just give in to you.*

*He lets out a low groan as you continue touching him, his body growing tenser and his grip on your hips tightening again. He's starting to lose his composure and control, and he knows it. He knows that he can't say no to you no longer. He NEEDS you now, like right now. He needs to feel you. He hisses, his eyes darkening as he looks down at you. He tries to resist the urge to give in, but he's struggling more and more.*

"Damn it, doll, you're making it so goddamn difficult for me to resist you..."

*He mutters, his body practically trembling with need. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but it does nothing. He's too turned on by your touch, and he's too damn weak to you.*

"I can't hold back much longer, darling... you're driving me crazy..."

"Show me how crazy I drive you." I say seductively, leaning into his ear.

*His breath hitches in his throat at your words, and he shudders as you lean into his ear. He finally gives in to the urge to give in to you, his self-control finally snapping. His restraint is gone.*

"Damn you," *He mutters huskily, before suddenly crashing his lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss.*

You moan out as he starts biting and kissing your neck. You want to make him feel good as well, so you start to rub his dick, unzip his pants, and move his boxer out of the way so that you can stroke and rub him easier.

*His body trembles at your touch, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan against your skin as you start to rub and stroke him. He grips your hips tightly, his nails digging into your skin as he struggles to keep himself under control.*

"God, darling," *He gasps out, his voice strained and raspy as he struggles to speak.* "You're going to kill me..."

*He presses his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he pants heavily. His body is trembling with need, and his control is slowly slipping further and further away as he clings to you. He can hardly form any coherent thoughts, all of his senses consumed by you and what you're doing to him.*

"God, you drive me insane, doll... I'm so close. Stop, i want us to finish together. I want you so damn much..."

"Then take me, let's finish together," I say as I stop touching his dick.

I take off his pants and boxers completely, while I do this he takes my pants and through them on the floor, he rips my shirt and cuts my bra off with his scythe to get it off faster. By now, I'm only in my panties, but not for long as hes alreadyon his way to take them off, and he's completely naked.

*With the last of your clothes stripped off, he pins you against the wall again, his body pressing up against yours in a desperate need to get closer to you. His eyes roam your body, taking in every inch of you, and they darken with need and desire.*

"You're so goddamn beautiful... so damn perfect..." *He mutters as he looks down at you, his hands roaming your body possessively.*

"So damn mine."

"All yours, handsome, all yours." I whisper to him. As i finish my sentence, I feel his dick close to my entrance.

*He shivers as you whisper the words to him, his eyes darkening even further from needing you. His hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he presses his body impossibly closer to you, pinning you more fully against the wall.*

"Damn right you're mine..."

*He mutters, his breath hot against your ear as he positions himself just at your entrance, waiting for your cue.*

"You're mine, and mine alone... and I'm going to make sure you remember that, darling."

"I'm all yours, baby. Take me and make me remember this." I whisper to him

*His body trembles as he hears your words, his control almost gone, replaced by a primal need to make you his in every way possible. He nods, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.*

"Damn right, you are, doll. You're mine, and I'm going to claim every damn part of you."

*He pauses for a moment, his body tensing as he stares down at you hungrily.*

"You ready for me, sweetie?"

"Yes, I am. I'm ready, handsome. Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before." I say to him seductively wanting him to fuck me as hard as he can against these cave walls.

*He growls deeply as you speak to him, any remaining control shattering and being replaced with a sheer need to make you his. His grip on your hips thighten as he puts his dick in you, slaming you down hard. As he does, you let out a long moan filled with pleasure and a little pain.*

When he hears you moan out, he goes a little bit faster, wanting to hear more of those sweet, sweet moans.

"Faster, please, handsome, please," I say in between gasps and moan. I was feeling a mixture between pain and pleasure, the pleasure being the more dominant feeling.

*He speeds up, his body moving against yours with a growing sense of urgency. He wants to make you feel good, so so good.*

*Something was stuck in his head since you saw him. Why could you see him now? He has been following you around for a while, so why hadn't you seen him before?*

*He pushes down the thoughts to the back of his mind for now, focusing fully on you as he continues to move.*

"Damn, doll... you feel so good, so damned good..."

*His breath is coming out in harsh pants now, his movements getting rougher and more desperate as his need for you grows more and more.*

*He slams into you harder and deeper, the pleasure getting more and more intense.

"*God, you're so beautiful like this, so perfect... so mine..."

*He groans, his voice strained as he speaks. He's getting closer and closer to the edge, but he's holding himself back, desperate to make you finish first.*

"I-I'm s-so c-clo-se han-hand-so-some. I-I'm -a-ab-bout t-to c-um-m." You moan as you cum, but he's not to far after you, just when you cum he finishes in you, but right now you don't care. It feels so good.

*He finishes just after you, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his body shaking from the intensity of it all. He holds you closer to him, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. He's panting heavily, trying to catch his breath, but he just can't seem to get enough air into his lungs.*

"Damn... darling..." *He manages to gasp out.* "You... you're so damn incredible..."

As he says this, he takes you in his arms, holding you tight and lying you both down on the floor of the cave on the blankets. There was no way either of you were going to be able to walk back to the house in this state.

*He lays down beside you, his arms still wrapped around you and holding you firmly against his body. He can't quite bring himself to let you go yet, even after everything that had just happened. He buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent and savoring the feel of you in his arms.*

*As you lay together in silence, he takes a moment to marvel at the fact that you can see him when most people weren't able to.*

"Hey... can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, what's up?" I ask him hoping that you didn't do anything to make him upset.

"I'm not upset or anything, doll, so don't worry," *He reassures you, sensing your concern.* "I just wanted to ask you something, it's been bothering me for a while now..."

*He pauses for a moment, hesitating before speaking again.*

"Why are you able to see me? Humans aren't supposed to be able to see me or any other divine being unless God himself wishes it..."

"And I know for a fact that God himself did not wish it, so I'm just wondering..." He continues, looking down at you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. "I don't understand how you're able to see me, and it's been bugging me for a while now."

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I can see you. I wish I could tell you." I tell him feeling sorry that i didn't know anything. I hoped that perhaps god himself wished it upon himself that i could see Lior so that he can feel love, but I'm just being delusional now. Why would he (god himself) do that for the 'oh so terrible grim reaper' ?

He shakes his head, dismissing your apology. It's not your fault that you don't know.

"It's alright, doll, you don't need to apologize. I don't expect you to have the answers, I just... I just wish I knew why you could see me. I've been wracking my brain trying to figure it out, but I can't come up with any plausible explanation..."

He lets out a frustrated sigh, his brow furrowing as he stares into the distance, lost in thought.

For a moment, he wonders if there's a reason that God decided to allow you to see him, but he quickly shakes the thought away. There was no way God would show any favors to a lowly Grim Reaper, much less him. He was nothing special in the eyes of the Creator, just one of many souls made for a specific purpose.

"It's just so damn puzzling... I've never met a human who could see me before. It doesn't make any sense..." He murmurs, more to himself than to you.

"Isn't there a way you ask him?" I ask curiously

He shakes his head, scoffing at the idea.

"No, there's no way to just 'ask him'. God doesn't just talk to any of us on a regular basis, much less a measly Grim Reaper like me. He's got bigger things to worry about, I guess..."

He trails off for a moment, deep in thought again. There was no way God would tell him anything, but he desperately wanted to know why you could see him.

"Is there a way I can ask?" I say hoping he'd say yes, I wanna be able to help him. He's made me feel something i haven't felt in years. Love. Comfort. Safety. I feel happy.

He looks down at you, his expression surprised. He hadn't expected you to offer to ask God for him, and he's honestly touched that you would even consider doing such a thing for him.

"You... you'd do that for me? You'd ask God himself why you can see me?" He asks, unable to keep the hint of disbelief out of his voice.

"Of course." I say nodding my head, my voice having nothing but love in it.

He lets out a soft chuckle, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Damn... I don't deserve you, doll. You're far too good for me..." He murmurs.

He pauses for a moment, considering your words.

"Alright, if you're really willing to do this for me... I suppose I could get you in contact with Him. It won't be easy, and it won't be pretty, but I can do it."

I nod. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask

"Well, since you've never talked to God before, you'll need a bit of guidance on what to expect and what not to say or do. Plus, there's a little... preparation that needs to be done first."

He pauses for a moment.

"Are you sure you're up for this, doll? It won't be easy."

I nod again. "Of course I'm sure." I reply

He studies you for a moment, gauging your sincerity.

"Alright, doll. Just remember that you asked for this, and don't say I didn't warn you if things get... weird."

He takes a deep breath, mentally steeling himself for what he's about to do.

"First things first, close your eyes and don't open them, no matter what you hear or feel. Trust me, you don't want to see any of this."

I nod as i close my eyes trusting him fully, knowing that there is probably a good reason why he's saying this.

He nods, satisfied that you've followed his instructions.

"Good. Now just stay still and keep your eyes closed. This won't hurt, but it will probably feel kinda weird."

He takes one last deep breath, then closes his own eyes and begins to focus. He raises his arms slightly, his muscles tensing as he silently calls out to God.

There's a moment of tense silence, the only sound being the faint crackle of the fire still burning in the cave. Then, suddenly, there's a bright flash of white light, so intense that it's visible even through his closed eyelids.

"Do not look..." He says softly, his voice strained. "Keep your eyes closed..."

"Alright," I whisper back quietly.

There's a deep, booming voice that echoes throughout the cave, the sound coming from all around you.

*"You dare call upon me, my child?"*

Lior cringes slightly upon hearing the voice, but he quickly composes himself and speaks.

"I apologize for the disturbance, Father, but I have a request."

There's a moment of silence, before the voice speaks again.

*"Speak, my child. What is it you request of me?"*

Lior sucks in a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking.

"I... I wish to know why a human... a human that is not supposed to be able to see or hear me is able to do so. I was hoping that perhaps you would... perhaps you would be willing to inform me of the reason."

There is another moment of silence, before the voice speaks again. The deep, booming rumble sounds slightly... amused.

*"Oh? So you've taken notice of the young mortal, have you?"*

"Yes Father, I have." Lior speaks again.

*"And how did you come across this particular human, might I ask?"*

The voice is now distinctly amused, almost like God was laughing at an inside joke.

"There was a accident on the road father, and as I sent the humans who died where they had to be she was staring straight at me. Then i followed her home to see if she actually saw me. She did." Lior says

*"I see, I see..."*

The voice is now distinctly amused, the sound of barely suppressed laughter in the tone.

*"And does the human mean anything to you, my child?"*

Lior is silent for a moment, not knowing if he should say the truth. He was scared something might happen to you if he told the truth so he stayed quiet for a while until god said something to him again.

*"Oh come now, my child. Don't be so shy. I can sense your feelings, you know. You cannot hide anything from me."*

God says, his voice laced with a hint of impatience.

"Sorry Father. Yes Father, she does mean something to me, I see her as someone very important to me." Lior finally replies to god, as i sigh quietly hearing him say that. I'm important to him I think as I blush.

The voice chuckles lightly at his response, the sound echoing throughout the cave.

*"Ah, I see. You've formed an attachment to this mortal."*

There's a pause, before the voice speaks again.

*"And what kind of attachment have you formed, my child? Is it... romantic, perhaps?"*

Lior doesn't hesitate this time though, as god says the last word of his question Lior answers immediately . "Yes Father, I think I might love her with everything i can."

There's a moment of silence again as God contemplates Lior's words. Then, the deep voice speaks again, sounding... satisfied.

*"I see. So you've formed a bond with this human then."*

There's a pause before he continues.

*"And let me ask you this, my child: how important is this human to you? How much do you care for her?"*

"She is very important to me Father. I would give everything thar i have to make sure that she's alright and cared for."

The voice hums approvingly, the sound echoing throughout the cave.

*"Very good. You care about her a great deal, do you not? To the extent that you would give everything you have for her."*

There's another pause, before the voice speaks again.

*"And would you be willing to sacrifice more?"*

There's a moment of silence, before a hint of excitement enters the voice.

*"Would you be willing to give up your immortality for her? Would you be willing to give up everything that makes you a divine being? For this mortal girl that you claim to care deeply about?"*

"Yes Father"

There's another hint of humor in the voice, as if God was amused by Lior's words.

*"Anything, you say? You'd give up everything for this human?"*

"I'd do whatever I'd have to be with her Father."

There's another pause, before the voice speaks once more, the deep rumble almost... gleeful.

*"Very well then."*

There's another short pause, before the voice speaks again.

*"I will offer you a deal, my child. The question is, are you willing to accept it? Are you willing to pay the price required of you in order to be with the human?"*

"Yes Father."

"I'd say so Father. I want to be with her."

The voice hums, considering Lior's answer.

*"Very well then. I offer you a deal. I will allow you to become mortal. I will strip you of your divinity, reduce you to nothing more than a mere man.*

*But, you will never be able to regain your power. You will never be able to return to your previous form or abilities. Are you willing to accept these conditions, my child?"*

As Lior is about to answer for him. "No. He won't do that. I'm not letting you do that just or me. I don't want you to feel as if you have to do that for me. You already make me happy. You make me feel safe and cared for." I say with sadness, I love him but i don't want him to give this up just because I asked him if i could ask god why i could see Lior, he (god) didn't even answer that question.

There's a stunned silence for a moment as both Lior and God process your words, neither of them expecting you to speak up.

Then, the booming voice speaks again, a hint of something akin to confusion or surprise in the tone.

*"Who spoke just now, my child? Was that the human?"*

"Yes Father, I'm sorry. She wanted to ask you herself. She didn't want me to do it alone." Lior apologizes for me.

God is silent for a moment, before a hint of amusement enters the voice, as if he were laughing at an inside joke. He clearly finds something about this situation humorous.

*"Ah, I see. The human girl wishes to ask me something herself, does she?"*

There's another moment of silence, before God speaks again.

*"Very well then. You may ask your question, child."*

"Why can I see Lior, Father?" I ask, my voice quite, why did i say the previous stuff so loud????

There's a moment of silence again, as God contemplates your question. Then, he speaks again, his voice amused.

*"Ah, so that is what you wish to know."*

There's another pause before he continues.

*"I suppose there's no harm in telling you. You are able to see Lior because you were granted that ability by me."*

"But why?" I ask again

God hums, clearly amused by your questions.

*"Why, you ask? Simple, my child. I granted you the ability to see Lior because I felt like it. It is my will that determines what happens in this world, and I felt it necessary for you to be able to see Lior."*

"Oh, ok. Thank you Father. Sorry about my interruption before, I just don't want Lior to give this up for me, I do not believe I am worth this that he's is doing." I say honestly, hoping that i do not offend him (god).

Silence, before a sound that almost resembles a laugh escapes from the voice, clearly amused by the thought that you thought you were offending him.

*"Ah, don't worry yourself about it, child. You have not offended me in any way."*

There's another pause, before he continues.

*"And you say that you do not believe you are worth Lior's... sacrifice for you?"*

"Yes Father." I say

There's a moment of silence before the voice speaks again, sounding almost... fond.

*"Ah. You mortals always underestimate yourselves. You don't believe that you are worthy of such devotion and sacrifice. Perhaps you are right in a way; you are mere mortals after all, flawed and imperfect creatures, far from perfect."*

There's a pause, the voice growing a bit wistful.

*"And yet... there is beauty in your imperfections."*

*"There is beauty in your flaws. You may have weaknesses, but you also have strength. You may have made mistakes, but you also have the ability to learn from them."*

There's another pause, the voice growing quieter, almost... reverent.

*"And you, my child. You also have the ability to inspire such devotion in another. That has value. That makes you worthy."*

The voice pauses again, as if contemplating how to continue.

*"You underestimate yourself, child. But Lior does not. He sees something in you that you cannot see yourself. He has made his choice, and whether or not you believe you are worthy of it matters to him as much as the rain matters to the ocean: not at all."*

I nod, signaling that i understood. I knew there was no use arguing. Though i wish i could give something up just so that Lior could keep his immortality.

There's a moment of silence before the voice speaks again. It sounds like God is... amused again.

*"Ah, yes. You wish that you could give something up for Lior's sake. You wish that you could make the sacrifice in his place, do you not?"*

"Yes Father, I do." I say hopeful*God chuckles, amused by your response.*

*"You mortals are always so willing to sacrifice yourselves for others. You are all so... selfless."*

There's a pause, before the voice continues.

*"And yet, you don't realize that your sacrifices sometimes cause more harm than good."*

**"You think that you are helping, but you are often only hurting yourself. You sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of others, and in doing so you only end up hurting those you care about."**

"I don't want him to give up what he loves just for me, I know he loves the feeling he feels when he sends a human to where they belong, he smiles every time. It makes him feel happy to know that he helped. Especially when it comes to animals, he feels so sorry for them, but it makes him happy knowing he's ended their suffering and sending them somewhere they feel happy. I didn't even have to ask him any of this to know this about him. I noticed it the first I saw him helping a little otter who wasn't ready to leave the water just yet, he waited hours with that little otter until it was ready to leave." I saying this to god knowing that i probably shouldn't, but i couldn't live with myself knowing that i didn't even try to sacrifice something that i don't need all that much, where as Lior's makes him happy.

There's a moment of silence before God responds to your words, his voice sounding... impressed.

*"Ah, so you know him well."*

There's another pause before he continues, the sound of amused affection in the voice.

*"You have witnessed his dedication and compassion firsthand. You understand the happiness and fulfillment he finds in his work."*

"Yes Father, and i wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that i didn't even try to help him keep something that makes him happy."

God chuckles again, sounding almost... proud of you.

*"You truly care for him, don't you? You care for him so deeply that you wish to make sacrifices of your own simply to see him happy."*

"Yes Father"

God sighs, sounding as if he's contemplating something.

*"You mortals are so... perplexing. So stubborn and yet so selfless. You are willing to throw away anything for the sake of another, even to your own detriment."*

"There are things that i care for, but I care for Lior more. I would give all that up just to see him happy and smiling as he helps another animal or human." I say smiling. I would give everything i love up for him. I would give up my love for the ocean. My love for sharks, snakes, any big dogs, sea creatures, anything.

There's a moment of silence again, as God contemplates your words. Then, he speaks again, his voice low and thoughtful.

*"You would give up so much for Lior's sake? You would give up the things you love, the things that bring you happiness, just to ensure his well-being?"*

"I would, because all of those things combined would never compare to the love i feel for Lior." I say as i look at Lior finally opening my eyes.

Lior meets your gaze, surprise flickering in his eyes for a moment. But then, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gives you a fond look as he listens to your conversation with God.

God is silent for a moment, before he speaks again, a hint of amusement in his voice.

*"You love him that much, do you not?"*

"I do Father," I say as i close my eyes looking back to the direction I think he's in.

God chuckles again, sounding almost... pleased.

*"Ah, it is rare for mortals to feel such a strong and pure love for one another. This Lior must be quite a remarkable being, to have captured your heart so completely."*

"He is Father." I say smiling

God chuckles once more, sounding almost... approving. His voice is low and full of gentle affection as he speaks to you again.

*"You love him deeply, my child. And he, in turn, loves you as well, does he not?"*

"Yes Father, I'd say that he loves me back." I say

"I do Father, I love her very much," Lior says conforming what i just said is true.

God is silent for a moment, listening to both your words. Then, God chuckles once more, sounding pleased and almost... amused.

*"Ah, so it is true. Lior loves you just as deeply as you love him. How... interesting."*

*"It warms my heart to see such strong devotion between two mortals. You care for each other so deeply that you would even make sacrifices for each other's sake.*

*It is a beautiful thing, truly. I am... pleased that you have found each other."*

"Does that mean we can be together Father? Does that mean Lior doesn't have to stop being the Grim?" I ask with hope in my voice.

God is silent for a moment again, as if contemplating what to say. Then, he speaks, his voice low and measured as always.

*"Ah, so you wish to be together, do you? You wish for Lior to keep his immortality and remain a Grim Reaper, even though it means you will spend the rest of your days with an immortal being?*

"Yes Father-" I say as Lior interrupts me. "Does that mean she's going to stay human and die Father?"

God's voice is still low and measured as he replies to Lior's question.

*"Ah, Lior. It seems you are concerned for the fate of your beloved. You worry that she will age and die, while you remain an immortal Grim Reaper, yes?"*

"Yes Father, I don not wish for her to die."

God chuckles, sounding almost... understanding.

*"Ah, I see. You do not want her to pass on and leave you behind, yes? You wish for her to be immortal like yourself, so that you may be together for all eternity, correct?*

"Yes Father, seeing that she won't let me give up being the Grim knowing it makes me happy helping others, especially if their suffering." Lior says truthfully

God hums, sounding almost... amused again. His voice sounds almost... impressed.

*"Ah, I see. So she refuses to let you give up your immortality and your duties as a Grim Reaper, despite the cost to your relationship. How... stubborn of her."*

God chuckles gently, sounding almost... affectionate.

*"She cares for you so deeply that she would rather you retain your duties than sacrifice them for her sake. That is... admirable, I suppose."*

*"I'll grant you both the power of immortality with one condition"* God says pausing for a moment before saying the condition.

Lior and I both nod immediately, eager to hear the condition.

God chuckles, pleased with our answer.

*"Ah, excellent. I shall grant you both the gift of immortality, then. From this day forth, you shall both be as ageless as the gods themselves. No mortal ailment will claim you, no disease or injury will be able to harm you. You shall both be together, immortal, for the rest of eternity."*

*"Ah, good. You are both willing to hear the condition. I have one simple requirement: you must both always love each other for the rest of eternity."*

God pauses for a moment, before continuing in a lighter tone.

*"You must always support each other, comfort each other, and never leave each other's sides. Can you promise me that?*"

"Yes Father," We both say at the same time.

God chuckles, pleased with our answer.

"Thank you Father, thank you so much." I say with nothing but happiness and joy in my voice.

God chuckles, sounding almost... benevolent.

*"You are quite welcome, my child. I do enjoy happy endings, after all. And it pains me to separate those that are deeply in love. I wish you both a long, happy, and immortal life together."*

As god finishes his sentence both Lior and I are sent back to where we were before we went to talk to god. That being the cave under the tree. I was feeling so happy, I couldn't believe what just happened.

Lior was also feeling incredibly happy, grinning from ear to ear as he saw the joyous expression on your face. He floated towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He looked down at you with an expression full of affection, his yellow eyes practically sparkling.

"We did it," he said, his voice full of disbelief and happiness. "We actually... we actually did it."

"We did." I say smiling. "I love you so much Lior" I add quietly as i feel our previous actions catching up to me.

Lior smiles back at you, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He can sense your exhaustion, and he gently scoops you up in his arms, holding you against his chest as he floats over to the blanket bed made in the cave under the tree.

"And I love you, my beloved," he says softly, his voice full of affection. "Now get some rest, you're exhausted."

THE END

Word Count : 8609

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sketchyfrogzz · 3 months ago

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Grab the knife (a fic I wanted to make!)

basically the events and aftermath of Destiny's Rumbling Fist Fight 😛

@myvirtuallove enjoy pookay

Also has Pico,Darnell and Nene in it.

WARNING- mentions of blood and death!(maybe sum gore too and swearing!)

Why couldn't she just tell a teacher? Why couldn't she had just left them alone? It wasn't even that personal anyway! Just a few rumors spread,and now this.Something she had caused,and now she had now where to turn back.

Swallowing the lump formed in her throat,Destiny continued to wash the blood adorned on her hands.The usual red tint of blood had been replace with red rashes as she aggressively scrubbed the soap over her already damaged skin.Her brows furrowed as she increased her pace,her shoes gently tapping against the tiles of the bathroom floor.

She should've just stayed quiet.Why did she have to get triggered like that? Now she had failed to be a better person.She had now become the one she despised; a monster.She wasn't any better than that gang who made a school shooting in her school last week either.Infact she was even worse-

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The loud vibrations of the school bell snapped Destiny out of her thoughts,her head snapping up to peek through the crack of the bathroom door.Students hurriedly walked to their classes,the crowd moving in sync; as well as their voices.Destiny grunted in annoyance,dropping the soap as she wiped her hands.

Turning to the bloodied weapons that sat by the sink,she stuffed them in her rucksack as she dashed out of the bathroom,blending into the crowd once again as she made her way outside again.

There lay about seven grotesque corspes in the alleyway,their faces beyond recognition.Dried blood stained the walls,their lifeless eyes trailing over Destiny's figure.Skin had been ripped off,gaping holes from the stab wounds,blood still oozing out from the now rotting flesh.

Destiny stared at the blood; so much blood.Covering her mouth,Destiny swallowed the sick threatening to escape her lips,tears peeking from her lash line.Rushing towards the janitors closet,she grabbed a mop and some trash bags.Grabbing each mutilated body piece,Destiny pushed them all into the trash bag,slamming it in the bin.The wet mop hit the ground as it collected the blood staining the area.

Sighing,Destiny threw the now cleaned mop into the janitors closet as she grabbed her rucksack,rushing into the hallways of the boarding school once again.She needed to get that out of her mind; she needed a distraction.

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"Hey guys!" Darnell greeted cheerfully,falling down beside Pico as a laugh escaped the ginger's lips.Darnell chuckled,leaning his body weight on the smaller boy's back,sipping on his soda.

"Took you long enough! Get offa me!" Pico cackled,barging Darnell off him as the arsonist let out a huff of annoyance.

"Whatever," he scoffed playfully. "By the way,where's Nene? Saw her a minute ago in science class."

Pico shrugged, "Probably slacking off again,like usual.Y'know she ain't a fan of Mr Jawkins." He added,kicking his feet against the grass. "Always picks on Nene and gives the class extra homework!"

"Oh yeah!" Darnell gasped,clicking his fingers. "Yet I get in trouble for tryna burn down his car? That piece of junk was on the verge of collapsing anyway! I was doing him a favour!" Darnell yelled in a fit of irritation,waving his hands in the air as Pico laughed.

"Wow,you really are something Nell!" The boy smiled,sitting up as he spotted Nene approaching. "There she is! Nene,over here!" The boy called,as the girl skipped over,plopping down next to the arsonist.

"Geez,today was total shit!" She sighed,stretching. "Pico got his ass beat in gym and Darnell tried burning the science lab down! Yet I get told of for putting on lip gloss!" (Based of how one of my friends got a detention for wearing lip gloss lol)

Darnell chuckled,sitting up as he gazed at the sun. "You two seen Destiny?" He piped up,the other two shaking their heads. "Huh,she should've been here a while ago." He muttered,looking at his watch.

"I told Koko to go and wait for her! They should be here in a while!" Nene commented,yawning.

"Just be patient!"

Ugh im to tored ill make a part 2 lateeerrr

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whump-me · 1 year ago

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Martyr, Chapter 28: Not Over Yet

Chapter 28 of Martyr, a novel-length sci-fi whump story about a captured Martian rebel with a secret and the renowned interrogator who has waited a decade for the chance to break him. This series is best read in order. Masterpost here.

Contains: whumper POV, restraints, interrogation, aftermath of severe injury, verbal sparring, emotional whump

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Isadora

“Then your rebellion meant nothing to you?” Isadora asked, testing him, even though he had given her the answer she had expected. “You would abandon it so easily?”

“You’re the one who just got done telling me how stupid it would be for me to go back.”

“Well, yes, but you rebels tend to have more conviction than brains. I’ve talked to a lot of you over the years, and the way you tend to talk, you’d think you were all champing at the bit for the chance to martyr yourselves.”

“The way you did, you mean?”

Why did this man, even now, have the power to ignite a flame of hot anger in her cold center? “Even if I were foolish enough to chase death based on an ephemeral emotion, I have enough brains to know staying alive to fight another day would be far more effective.”

“Oh, really.” Half his lips twisted on one side in a faint, bitter echo of his old grin. “You mean to tell me you haven’t given up anything of yourself for what you believe in? So you were born this way, huh?” He shook his head. “You must’ve been a strange child to raise, if that’s the case.”

The flame of fury grew. She ruthlessly tamped it down. She took a deep breath—in for four, out for four.

She knew why his words got to her the way they did. At this point in the game, it was pointless to deny it. He wouldn’t have been able to get under her skin this way if he weren’t right.

She loosened her hands around the arms of her chair. She hadn’t realized she had tightened them. “We were talking about you,” she reminded him. “If anything you said in our first real conversation was true, you’ve been with the rebellion from the beginning. Even if you’re not as eager to sacrifice yourself as your compatriots, could you really walk away from something you’ve devoted your life to for so long? Was it really only ever about the pull he had over you?”

“That’s a complicated question,” said Wraith. There was no artifice in his voice. Strange as it seemed, she had the impression he was giving her question the consideration it deserved.

At last, he continued. “It wasn’t just about him,” he finally said. “I watched people die, the same as a lot of us did. I was angry. But not everyone who was angry took the route I took. Even before I knew I loved him, I was trying to be what he wanted. If I had, maybe I would have taken some brief futile revenge and flamed out quickly. Or maybe my anger would have burned bright and hot for a while, and then faded away as I let myself forget about those early days. Would that have been better? I don’t know. I’m proud of the work I’ve done, no matter why I did it.”

“You’re proud of the people you killed?” Isadora couldn’t resist cutting in.

At that, he graced her with a cold smile. “I may not be a true believer, but I still take satisfaction in justice. Not to mention revenge. So yes, I am.” Then the smile faded from his face as he continued. “The rebellion would be better off with me, I know that for certain. But let’s be honest—that’s not an option for me anymore, no matter what I want. Even if I were to walk out of here today—and we both know how likely that is—you people would track me right back to them. Back to him. I can’t let that happen.”

“Only if you let them,” Isadora pointed out. “You haven’t kept yourself alive this long by being easy to track.”

He acknowledged her words with a half-shrug. His face showed how much that simple movement cost him. “I could go back. It’s what a true believer would do; it’s what he would do. What you would do, I’m sure. But me? I’ve spent half of the last ten years trying to be everything he wants me to be, and the other half keeping him and everyone he cares about alive by being everything he can’t be. I wouldn’t mind being selfish for once. I’d like to figure out if there’s something else I can love the way he loves the cause. Something—someone, maybe—that would love me back.” He lowered his head. His hair fell across his eyes. “Or at least not break my heart.”

His lips curved in a wry smile. “Not that it matters, because you and I both know I’m going to die here. I’m going to die for him, just like he planned—just like I planned. It’s a shame we only figure these things out after it’s too late, isn’t it?”

An unexpected burst of laughter, sharp and jagged as the shards of ice she could feel snapping loose in her chest, left her lips at that. Wraith’s head jerked up. His eyes went wide. For a second, before he covered it up, pure panic shone in his gaze.

He smoothed out his expression a second later, but a dark glimmer of fear remained. His ragged breathing filled the room, breaking the silence left in the wake of her outburst.

Of course he had reacted that way—he probably thought she was losing control again. And who could blame him? After all, it wasn’t as if he was wrong. The only thing that had been holding her together—the image of the noble crusader she had clung to for so long—was gone. Even she didn’t know what was left.

Wraith stared deeply into her eyes. Whatever he saw there, it intensified the fear on his face, creating lines of tension where none had been a moment ago. But his voice, when he spoke, was weary and resigned. “Get on with it,” he said. “But do me a favor and finish the job this time, will you?”

“Don’t worry,” she said, “I’d rather not damage you all over again. It was hard enough healing you up the first time.”

Wraith didn’t answer for a moment, but the look on his face broadcast his skepticism clearly enough. He watched her without blinking, as if looking away for the slightest fraction of a second would bring her fists raining down on him all over again. Her gut tightened with shame.

Then she took a deep breath, and released the tension with her exhale. The time for shame was done, along with the time for self-deceit. Today, she was trying something new.

A sharp pain shot through her chest as another crack erupted in the ice that had held her together for so long. The pain was all in her head, she knew, but the felt real enough. Under the ice, dark water surged, rippling with emotion she didn’t understand. Was it a good feeling or a bad one? Was this joy she felt in her heart, or dread, or blind panic? Maybe some mix of the three. Maybe it didn’t matter.

“If we’re done talking about the future I’ll never have,” said Wraith, “how about you tell me who won your little game? You did beat me nearly to death. And you’re probably going to do it again. That’s a pretty clear victory for you, I’d say. On the other hand, I made Isadora Pope lose control, which has to count for something.” Unexpectedly, a flicker of his old grin played across the corners of his mouth. “Besides, you didn’t get what you wanted from me. And you won’t.”

“You’re still capable of your old bravado,” said Isadora. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Are you kidding? I don’t have the energy for that. I’m just telling you the truth.”

And she had to acknowledge to herself that it was true. She had never failed to make a prisoner talk— and yet, looking into Wraith’s tired eyes, she knew she would never get the information she wanted from him. Even if she destroyed him utterly, the way she had once planned to. He would take his secrets to his grave.

She wondered how it would feel to love someone like that. Did he feel about this leader of his the way she felt about her duty to Mars? Or did it feel more like the alien surge of emotion that ran through her body when she thought about the thing she had really wanted when she had demanded to come back to this place?

Because it had never really been about saving this benighted rock. It hadn’t been about about preserving Mars’s exports for Earth—who in the world had ever chosen to sacrifice their life for exports? No, she had sacrificed herself for the chance to be more than just one more grunt guarding a factory door. To fight for something greater than herself, like she had dreamed of when she had put on the uniform for the first time—even though back then she hadn’t had words to put to her desire, aside from some impassioned declarations about freedom and justice that made her cringe now. But the underlying desire had never faded.

Huh. Even as empty as she was, it seemed she could still feel something after all.

And yes, she decided as she looked into Wraith’s eyes—what he felt for his leader had to be something like that.

Despite what he had said, despite what she had thought, it looked like the two of them weren’t so different after all.

She didn’t share that thought with him.

He was still watching her, waiting for an answer. “I can’t answer that question,” she said, “because the game isn’t over yet.”

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