#followed by anger/pain and finally shock/fear/terror

[bobbiedebruyn]

desperation is the doorway to oblivion, child

[mrmeowski]

🔞˚✦𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬✦˚🔞

Synopsis: Satan has always been known for his anger, his wrath, no matter what he does or how much he controls his emotions, he's always reminded of his sin. Whenever he isn't though, he's instead known for being Lucifer's 'by-product' not as who he is. All throughout his life, that's what he's been known. Although he tries to prove himself as more than that, he knows he'll not succeed until he meets you.

CW: Slight teasing, pinning, anal sex, biting, slight monster sex, rough sex, angst, blood, violence, slight body horror

Pairing/s: Satan x GN.Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Satan stood amidst the carnage, his breath ragged, his claws dripping with blood. The bodies of fallen demons lay scattered around him, a testament to the fury he had unleashed. He had transformed, his wrath taking over, and torn these demons apart. But it was only because they had dared to harm you.

He hadn't been following you—well, not exactly. He just happened to be there when everything went wrong. Now, with the air still thick with violence, he had revealed his true nature to you. The man you had spent your nights with was not just charming and intelligent; he was a monster, capable of unimaginable brutality.

Even with his back to you, he could feel the fear radiating from you. It pained him deeply, but he understood. His gentle façade deceived many, only to recoil in horror when they saw his true form. Once, he reveled in that terror he brought to many, but when he saw it in your eyes, it was different. It twisted his heart, making him ache in a way he hadn't expected. He didn't want to see you afraid nor did he want to be the source of your fear.

So, he couldn't bring himself to face you, knowing what he would see in your eyes.

"Satan..." You called out softly, but your voice only made him flinch.

He finally responded, his voice trembling and on the verge of breaking, "I-I'm sorry you have to see this side of me, [Name]..." He still couldn't bring himself to face you, nor did he use his usual endearing nickname for you.

You furrowed your brows, confusion, and disbelief swirling within you. Why should he be sorry when he had just saved your life? There had been countless moments when he could have harmed you, times when you were vulnerable, yet he had always protected you.

"Why should you be sorry?" You asked, trying to mask your fear. Despite everything, you couldn't help but be frightened. The possibility of his wrath turning against you was always there. But you pushed through it, knowing he could see your fear. "All you did was protect me... and for that, I thank you." You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around him from behind in a gentle hug.

He stiffened at your touch, his body going rigid. With a rough shove, he pushed you away, eyes wide with panic.

"Don't touch me! Don't even come close to me, [Name]!" His sudden outburst shocked you, and the pain of his rejection stung deeply. Before you could react, he cut you off, his voice desperate, "I-I don't want to hurt you..."

Your heart ached at his words, but you took a deep breath and stepped closer, your voice soft and reassuring.

"You wouldn't hurt me," you said, locking eyes with his frightened green gaze. Accompanying your words with a gentle smile, you added, "I know you'll not lay a finger on me." He shook his head, his expression filled with torment.

"H-How can you be sure of that!? What if... what if I lose control? A-And I..." He trailed off, unable to finish his thought.

"You won't... nor will you ever do so," you spoke, finishing it for him. He looked at you like a desperate, wounded cat, craving love and care. "You've always been kind to me, always looking out for me." Slowly, you walked to him, and this time, he didn't move away or push you back.

You held his cheeks gently, and he leaned into your touch with a sigh. A clawed hand came up to grasp yours, and you didn't care that his hand was stained with demon blood, nor that it was now marking your perfectly clean hands.

With a tender smile, he looked at you lovingly and spoke in a gentle tone, "I'm thankful you put so much trust in me. I just... can't bear the thought of you cowering because of me." You chuckled softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"I'll never be afraid of you, Satan." You kissed him on the nose, and a soft rumble of contentment escaped his throat.

He grinned and kissed you back, this time on the lips. It was a long, passionate kiss, filled with emotions and desires. As he held you tenderly, he gradually shifted back into his human form. When he finally broke the kiss, he was back to normal.

"My kitten..." He murmured, his voice tender yet serious. You hummed in response, waiting for him to continue, glad to hear him using the affectionate nickname once more. "Promise me, if I lose control, you'll be there to stop me, to calm me down." His eyes bore into yours, earnest and pleading.

You could tell he was serious. Countless times he had lost himself, nearly hurting his family in his wrath. No one else could stop him, not even his brothers. Only when you came into their lives did his wrath find a counterbalance. You were his and his family's savior from his sin, a burden he had never wanted but was forced to carry.

"Of course, Satan! Unless..." You glanced at the mangled corpses strewn around you, their organs exposed, and bits of flesh crushed into unrecognizable pieces. The sight was gruesome, a testament to the ferocity of his wrath. You turned back to him with a smirk, continuing, "you're protecting me. Then, feel free to rip them apart to your heart's content."

His grin widened, a dark delight flickering in his eyes. He loved that sometimes you shared his thirst for bloodshed.

"Gladly, my kitten...~" He buried his face in your hair, savoring the warmth and comfort you provided.

As he held you close, he looked down at the foolish demons who had dared to harm you. A silent vow formed in his mind: he would do anything to protect you, even if it meant sacrificing his own life; he'd burn and tear the world apart if it meant he'd still see your warm smile and heart your melodic laughs. You were his everything, the center of his world, and he couldn't fathom a life without you.

"Hey..." You muttered under your breath as he enveloped you in his arms, the carnage around you fading into the background. You peered up at him, your voice soft and inviting. "It's the weekend. Why don't we hit up the human realm?" It still felt awkward to call Earth the 'human realm,' but spending time with these celestial beings had made the term more easy in the tongue.

His eyes opened, and his hands traveled to your back, feeling every curve of your body. No matter how many times he touched you or saw you, his heart would always jump, his breath would hitch, and his cheeks would burn bright red.

"That would be nice," he admitted, "but I'm afraid Lucifer would have our heads if he found out." You couldn't help but scoff at his reasoning.

He, the one who hated the firstborn with a burning passion, not wanting to piss him off? It was almost unthinkable! Hell must have frozen over for such an event to occur.

"When did you start to care about that?" You teased, slightly pushing him away to see his face better. You couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Are you sure you're Satan? Perhaps you've been swapped in my sleep!" You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand.

"Haha... it's still me, my kitten. I still love to piss off Lucifer. I was.. simply thinking about you." He grinned, his affection clear.

He was always looking out for you, and that was one of the many reasons you loved him so much. In fact, you personally thought that was his best quality among the seven brothers.

"Aw, don't worry about that!" You said, playfully pinching his cheek and giggling like a child who just got what they wanted. "As long as we have fun, then what's the trouble?"

He hummed, pondering your words for a moment. But when you gave him that look—those adorable, pleading eyes that he could never refuse—he sighed and relented.

"Fine... you convinced me."  Brushing your hair behind your ear. "So, you must have something in mind to suddenly want to visit your realm, hm?"

"Oh, I have sooo many places I know you'll be delighted to visit!" You beamed, excitement lighting up your face.

You knew him so well, and he was easy to please, especially now that you understood him inside and out. He chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

"Alright, then. Lead the way, my kitten. Show me all these delightful places you speak of."

After successfully sneaking out of the House of Lamentation without any of the brothers noticing, you and Satan ascended to the human realm. Excitement coursed through you as you dragged him through the bustling streets, ignoring the bewildered looks of onlookers as the two of you laughed like carefree children. You missed your home, your world. Although you had grown fond of the Devildom, there was something irreplaceable about the familiarity of your old stomping grounds.

You came to a stop in front of the largest library in town. Satan's eyes sparkled with awe as he took in the grand entrance. The building was ancient, its exterior reminiscent of a medieval castle, exuding an aura of timeless knowledge. Inside, the library was even more breathtaking.

"I... I don't even know where to start! So many books... I-I could get myself lost in here." His mouth hung open in astonishment as he gazed around, taking in the vast collection of literature.

He looked up to see the second floor, filled with even more towering bookshelves filled to the brim with knowledge and fantasy. The library back in the House of Lamentation couldn't even compare to this magnificent treasure trove.

You laughed, delighted by his enthusiasm, "Well, feel free to do so! This place has it all!"

"Obviously..." he murmured, already off, pacing around the towering bookshelves in search of the perfect book.

You watched him with a smile, your heart swelling with affection. Seeing Satan so animated and happy in his element was a joy in itself. You knew he could spend hours, if not days, exploring every nook and cranny of this library.

After a while, you found him sitting in a cozy corner, a stack of books beside him and one already open in his hands. You smiled before you too looked for a book for yourself.

You lost track of time in the library, engrossed in a fascinating fantasy book while he immersed himself in human history. The Devildom had little information on your world, so he seized the opportunity to learn more about your species and culture.

Eventually, you met him at the librarian's desk, each of you holding a book.

"It's a shame we need to leave this place," he sighed, a scowl creasing his features. "If given a choice, I'd live here until the end of my days." You laughed at his melodramatic tone, a trait he shared with Asmo that you found endearing.

"What's the name?" The librarian asked, adjusting her glasses as she looked at your figures.

He stepped forward, responding with the two books at hand, "Sat—" But then he coughed abruptly, earning a curious look from the librarian. "My apologies, it's uh, Sam." He glanced back at you, a sheepish grin on his face.

The librarian hummed, nodding her head as she wrote down his name and the two books, and informed him of the return dates. He thanked her, and you both headed out to your next destination. You were particularly excited because you hadn't revealed where you were taking him next—a cat café with actual cats that you could pet and feed!'

As you walked through the city, he noticed the growing excitement in your eyes.

"You seem very eager..." His curiosity piqued. "What's next on our adventure?"

"Oh, you'll seeee~" You replied with a mischievous smile, leading him through the winding streets.

"Hmph, fine keep your little secrets, my kitten."

When you finally arrived at the cat café, Satan's eyes widened in surprise and delight.

"A cat café?" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement. "I've heard about these but never thought I'd visit one!" You nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep! This place has the friendliest and cutest cats. You can pet them, feed them, and just enjoy their company! Isn't that wonderful??" His face lit up as he looked through the windows at the cats lounging inside.

His face was practically pressed against the glass as he leaned in, his breath fogging up the window. Some customers glanced at him with furrowed brows, but he was too engrossed in admiring the little furballs inside. You couldn't help but laugh softly at his childlike enthusiasm.

"Come on, you big cat lover," you teased, tugging at his arm. "Let's go inside."

He reluctantly tore himself away from the window, a wide grin plastered on his face as you both stepped into the cozy café. The moment you entered, a wave of warmth and the soft scent of coffee enveloped you. Cats of all shapes and sizes lounged on various perches, curiously eyeing the newcomers.

"This place is heaven," he murmured, his eyes wide with wonder as a sleek black cat sauntered over to greet him.

You turned to him, ready to ask what he would like, but the words caught in your throat as you saw him. He was completely absorbed, cradling a sleek black cat in his arms and talking to it softly. The cat gazed up at him with wide, content eyes, clearly enjoying the attention. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, your heart swelling with affection.

"Typical Satan," you whispered to yourself, shaking your head with a fond sigh.

Instead of interrupting his moment, you decided to order for him.

You returned to him, carefully balancing the tray with your orders, and couldn't help but smile at the sight before you. Satan was now surrounded by a circle of curious and content feline creatures, their soft purring filling the cozy café. He looked up as you approached, his eyes lighting up with a warm, genuine smile.

"I see you're enjoying yourself, Satan," you said, taking a seat beside him.

You placed the tray on the table and watched as he gently scratched a calico behind the ears.

He chuckled softly, his fingers gliding through her fur, "I am. These little ones are just so irresistible!"

As you sipped your coffee, you couldn't help but smile at the sight before you. Satan, utterly engrossed in interacting with the cats, hadn't even taken a bite of his food or a sip of his drink. You decided not to urge him, enjoying the view of the Avatar of Wrath, the fourth strongest of the brothers, being completely charmed by these little furballs.

"Hey, look at this one," he said softly, gently petting the sleepy white and black spotted cat beside him on the couch. "He's so beautiful." You peeked over and saw the kitty peacefully sleeping, its tiny body rising and falling with each breath.

"They all are and he is no different," you commented with a smile. Then you glanced at the untouched snacks in front of him. "Hey, you should start eating before your food gets cold."

Finally, he tore his gaze away from the cats to look at the snacks. They were adorably cat-shaped, which only made him scowl slightly. "...Do I have to? But they're so cute..." You laughed softly, recalling a similar conversation you had with him over the D.D.D. about cat-shaped onigiri and he refusing to eat it.

"They'll be sad if you don't!" He hummed thoughtfully before sighing and, with great reluctance, gently let go of the calico cat that had settled on his lap.

He picked up one of the cat-shaped snacks, examining it with a mix of admiration and regret.

"I guess I can't let them go to waste..." He mumbled, taking a small bite of the cat-shaped snack.

His eyes lit up with surprise, and you could instantly tell he loved it.

"See? It's worth it, right?" He nodded enthusiastically, savoring the cute little delicacies and appreciating his latte.

The two of you spent the next several minutes enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the café. Occasionally, you saw him sharing small bits of his food with the curious cats that surrounded him

As he enjoyed the moment, something crossed his mind that he hadn't caught earlier, too distracted by the furry creatures.

"My kitten... did you paid for all of this with your money?" He sounded a bit guilty.

You looked at him, puzzled by his concern.

"Of course! Why?" He sighed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"I should have been the one to cover it... You were the one who brought me here, and I feel like I should've at least taken care of the food." You shook your head, your smile reassuring.

"Satan, it's really no big deal! I wanted to treat you today. It's only fair, after all, you're always do so much for me." His expression softened, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"You're being too kind to me..." He spoke in a low voice almost like he thinks he's undeserving of it.

So, you reached over and placed a hand on his, feeling the warmth of his skin reassuring him, "Well, it's because I love you. Besides, seeing you this happy.. is worth every penny!" He squeezed your hand gently, his smile growing.

"Hm... I love you too, [Name]. More than you'll ever know." He leaned in and gave those lovely lips of yours a deserving kiss.

As the moon began to rise, signaling the end of the day, you both knew it meant returning to the Devildom. However, Satan had other plans.

Having only visited the human realm a few times, he still managed to find his way, albeit with some help from you. You arrived at a charming hotel, neither too expensive nor too cheap. When it came time to pay, he was insistent on covering the cost, so you let him.

As you made your way to your room, he couldn't shake a thought that had been lingering since your visit to the library and the cat café. These places, he realized, highlighted the things that made him different from Lucifer.

Sure, Lucifer enjoyed reading, but not with the same passion as him. And Lucifer had a fondness for dogs, especially Cerberus, but not for cats. He wasn't even sure if the eldest truly enjoyed the company of dogs or simply having a very large man-eating animal was pleasing to him. Either way, that is not him.

He wasn't sure if your choice of places was intentional or just a happy coincidence. Whatever the reason may be, he still had enjoyed himself immensely, and that was what mattered most. But still, he felt there was something missing....

As you turned away from him, yawning, you could feel his intense gaze on your body. The day had been exhausting but incredibly fun, and you wanted to make the most of your time in this world before returning to the Devildom.

"It was a fantastic day, Satan... I hope you enjoyed it." You kicked off your shoes and slipped into the soft, fluffy slippers provided by the hotel, unaware of his growing desire.

"It was more than enjoyable, my kitten." His voice dropped to a low, sultry tone as he shed his coat, his green eyes burning with passion. "In fact, this might have been the best day of my life!" You smiled, pleased that you had succeeded in creating such a memorable experience for him.

"I'm glad to hear that! It was precisely my intention." Little did you know, he had more than just his coat in mind to remove.

"But my sweet kitten," he purred, his voice dripping with desire. As you were about to you look at him, he suddenly moved with speed, pushing you rather roughly onto the bed. "The night is still so very young... and I intend to make the most of every second before we return..~" You caught your breath as you realized his intentions, a delightful thrill running through your body.

He's usually so composed but that was now a blurred vision as he towered before you topless, his sculpted body a work of art.

Before you could utter a word, Satan's lips were on yours, claiming you with a fierce passion. His slender hands roamed your body, mapping every curve and crevice, their intentions clear as they began to remove your clothing.

"Sa—" You gasped, but he silenced you with another hungry kiss, stealing your breath away and rendering you speechless.

He feasted on your moans, his kisses trailing down your neck, leaving you naked and exposed to the cool air. Your nipples pebbled, standing at attention as Satan's gaze raked over your body with undeniable desire.

Finally, he broke the kiss, taking a moment to admire the masterpiece before him. Your skin, illuminated by the soft light, sent his desire soaring.

"Satan..." You moaned his name, your voice thick with longing. It sent a jolt through him, and he couldn't deny the evidence of his arousal.

"I still can't believe I have you all to myself..." He trailed off, his pale and slender fingers gently caressing your cheek. "My brothers are nowhere to be found, unable to interrupt this moment. It's just you and me like it should've in the first place..."

He leaned in, capturing your plump lips with his once more, devouring them as if they were the sweetest delicacy he had ever tasted. His kisses were demanding, possessive, and yet impossibly tender.

You surrendered to his touch, your body arching towards him, craving more. Satan's hands explored every inch of your exposed skin, igniting flames wherever he touched. His kisses left a trail of fire in their wake, branding you as his own.

"I've dreamed of this moment," he murmured between kisses. "Exploring every inch of my little kitten's perfect body..."

You grinned, sensing the raw desire emanating from him. With a playful glint in your eye, you wrapped your thigh around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling his erection straining against his pants. The tip of his hardness brushed against your wetness, sending a jolt of pleasure through you both.

"Then let's make those dreams come true, Satan," you whispered, your voice husky with anticipation. "Take what you crave... I'm all yours."

A low, animalistic groan escaped his throat, and you could have sworn his eyes glowed with a fiery light in the dimness of the room.

"My mischievous kitten," he purred, his voice thick with arousal. "Tempting me with such naughty words... you'd better be prepared to take all of me."

With a swift movement, he undid his belt, the rustle of fabric filling the air as he freed his throbbing cock, precum glistening in the moonlight. It pulsed with desire, the tip a bright, burning red, a stark contrast to his pale skin.

You gasped as he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing, driving you wild with anticipation.

"Oh, my eager kitten," he chuckled, his voice laced with amusement. "Look how wet you are already..." You whined, after all you showed him he'll tease you like this!? "Do you want me to show you just how much I desire you..?~" he asked, his voice a low purr. You nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words, your mouth uttering only moans of need. "Speak, my kitten," he insisted, his hand gently tilting your chin up so you met his smoldering gaze. "Tell me what you want from me. Besides, I owe you for your kindness today..."

Your voice, weak with desire, finally found its strength, "I-I want you inside me, Satan..." you breathed. "I want to feel every inch of you c-claiming me... Please... I need you."

His grin widened, relishing the power he held over you, a contrast to your dominant role through the pact. "Since you've been so good to me, I won't make you wait any longer." With a slow, deliberate thrust, he slid into you, his cock filling you completely. He moaned at the sensation, his breath hitching. "Ngh...~ So t-tight... My, we can't have that, can we?"

He lifted your leg, resting it on his shoulder, adjusting his position to go even deeper. You gasped at the sensation of being stretched, your body trembling with anticipation.

"Fu-fuck!" The expletive escaped your lips as he thrust into you with a force that took your breath away.

It wasn't your first dance of passion, but the rarity of finding moments alone in the House of Lamentation made this opportunity in a hotel room all the more thrilling.

You knew the brothers were always hovering, their presence a constant reminder that privacy was a luxury. And when the house was empty, your loud moans and passionate cries would echo through the halls, leaving little to the imagination.

His hips moved with purpose, his cock sliding deep into you, but there was a restraint to his movements. You could sense his lingering fear of hurting you, and it frustrated you. You wanted him to let go, to surrender to the moment and take what he desired.

"S-Satan..." you gasped, your hands the bed sheets. "Don't hold back... I want all of you."

He stuttered, his breath coming in sharp pants, "I don't want to hurt you. B-But.. you feel so damn good... so perfect around me." His eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back as he relished the sensation of your walls tightening around him.

You could see the struggle within him, the conflict between his desire to pleasure you and his fear of causing you pain. His cock twitched inside you, a testament to his own building need.

"Augh..." Your moan filled the room, a mixture of pleasure and yearning as your body arched against hus, your hips rising to meet his relentless thrusts. "I want mooore... I want you to let go, to lose control." You decide to exercise you pact with him in this moment. "I'm not asking—I'm commanding you."

Usually, he relished his freedom and chafed at being controlled. But in that moment, drunk on the heady mix of sex, he didn't mind submitting to your demands. Besides, if he caused you any discomfort, there were always spells to soothe away the pain.

His eyes snapped open, a spark of devilish intent igniting within their emerald depths. He paused momentarily, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips.

"So... daring, my kitten. Are you sure about this? No going back now..." He didn't give you time to respond, as he suddenly pinned you to the headboard, his hands digging into your shoulders with a firm grip. "But it's far too late for regrets, isn't it..?~" He bit down on your neck, his fangs piercing your skin, and a moan of both pleasure and pain escaped your lips.

A trickle of blood slid down your skin, and he lapped it up greedily, his eyes never leaving yours.

You whimpered, your body trembling at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake

He bit down on your nipple, sucking and laving it with his tongue, before teasing it with his fangs once more. His cock slid deep into you with slow, deliberate thrusts, filling your tight hole completely.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, my kitten," he purred, his eyes devouring the sight of you in the throes of passion.

He feasted on your delectable expressions, committing every twitch of your body and every moan that escaped your lips to memory. He wanted to recall every detail later when he touched himself in the solitude of his room, imagining it was your hands on him, your body beneath his.

His hand traveled down to your ass, grasping it firmly as he pushed you down onto his cock, wanting to feel you even deeper. You understood his unspoken desire and wrapped your now shaky thighs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own hungry movements. You timed your pushes to match his incoming cock, taking him deeper with each stroke, reveling in the way he destroyed your insides with pleasure.

"Ah... r-right there! Oh, fuuuck..." You moaned, your body trembling with desire. 

He pressed his heated, sweaty body against yours, pinning you against the headboard, leaving you nowhere to escape the onslaught of sensations.

Something changed within him, and you could sense it. His grunts became low growls, and his hands dug into your skin with a ferocity that sent shivers down your spine. You felt his cock shift within you, growing bigger, thicker, as if it had been lacking before.

Your curiosity piqued, and you drove your hand through his sweaty golden locks, searching for something you suspected was there. Your fingers brushed against something hard and pointy, and you realized it was his horn. You wondered if he would let go and show you his full form, but you hesitated, unsure if pushing him would be wise for his sanity... at least, not yet.

You whined and accidentally balled your fist a little too tightly in his hair. Instead of pulling away, he seemed to like it, as if it fueled his desire. He drove into you harder, his thrusts becoming more intense, more primal.

"You like it rough, don't you, my kitten?" he growled, his voice hoarse with arousal. "You like it when I take what's mine..." You could only nod, your breath coming in short gasps as he pounded into you with relentless force.

The headboard rattled against the wall, the sound of your bodies colliding filling the room.

"M'close..." Your voice was a mere whisper, but the intensity in your words made it clear how near you were to the edge.

Your grip tightened on his hair, causing him to growl, his head digging deeper into the crook of your neck.

He was close too, his pace increasing with each thrust, his clawed hands digging into your flesh as if he couldn't get enough of you. His cock twitched inside you, and you knew it wouldn't take much more before he spilled himself into your waiting depths.

"Shit..." He grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I'm so close. Want to fill you up... want to feel my cum painting those pretty walls of yours...~"  With a few more sharp thrusts, he unleashed his release, his warm cum flooding your insides.

You cried out, your body convulsing with your own release, your walls clenching around him as you rode out the waves of pleasure. His growls turned to satisfied grunts as he emptied himself into you, his cock twitching with each pulse of his release.

You lay entangled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you both recovered from the intense release. His body shifted back into its human form, his muscles relaxing as he rested above you, his weight pinning you to the bed in a way that felt comforting and intimate.

His now-soft cock was still nestled inside you, and you could sense he had no intention of pulling away. You didn't want him to, either. The feeling of being joined so intimately, of having him fill you completely, was something you wanted to prolong for as long as possible.

"Satan..." You whispered his name, your voice soft and filled with contentment. "That was..."

"Incredible," he finished for you, his lips brushing your forehead as he nuzzled into your hair. "It always is with you, my kitten." You chuckled, feeling thoroughly satisfied and drained as you mustered the energy to wrap your arms around his body.

"Perhaps next time, we could take things even further. What do you think of my demon form?" You teased, a playful glint in your eyes.

He frowned slightly, considering your proposal. The idea of fucking you in his demon form was enticing, but he wanted to ensure your comfort and safety.

"Are you sure, my kitten? I would never want to cause you any harm..."

You assured him, snuggling closer, "I feel wonderful! Just a bit tired...."

He hummed thoughtfully, his fingers gently stroking your skin, "Very well then. But for now, you need to rest." He kissed your forehead tenderly, his eyes filled with concern and adoration. "You've shown me many incredible places today even making me realize that I can feel something more than my sin... Yhis is my thanks for that.. goodnight, my kitten." You smiled up at him, your eyes heavy with satisfaction.

"Goodnight, Satan." Request» Masterlist»

*•.𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃.•*

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Spencer Reid x Autistic son reader

So sorry for taking so long to write this oneshot!

Requested by : Larri6ox

Request: Spencer is a dad to a 14 year old boy he is autistic and someone was stalking Spencer and yn one day after school he gets kidnapped Spencer was spiraling and the team searched for yn while that was going on yn was tied to a pole beaten and tasered it took the team 4 days to find yn Spencer ripped to the ropes off yn while the rest took down the unsub yn clung to his dad crying and overwhelmed he couldn't even speak Spencer comforted yn as the paramedics fixed him up yn slept in Spencer's arms when they got home yn was to scared to sleep by himself around 3 am yn woke up screaming from a nightmare Spencer woke up and held yn to comfort him yn was muttering about an accident Spencer got the hint that yn wet himself Spencer calms him down and helps yn get cleaned up they slept on the couch watching Tom and Jerry.

This is a long request, hope you like it.

Third person pov...

In the twilight's embrace, as the city buzzed with activity, a sinister plot unfolded, targeting an innocent youth named Y/N.

Y/N Reid was walking home from school when he found himself the unwilling target of a sinister stalker. Unbeknownst to him, a shadowy figure had been pursuing Special Agent Spencer Reid's beloved child, leaving Y/N vulnerable.

On that fateful day, as Y/N strolled home along the familiar path, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

A figure emerged from the darkness, his movements purposeful and menacing. Y/N's heart pounded with fear as he realized he was being followed.

Panic consumed him as he broke into a desperate run, his small legs carrying him as fast as he could.

But the unsub, his relentless pursuer, was closing in. The air grew thick with terror as Y/N's cries for help went unanswered. "Help me! Please!" He cries though knowone could hear him.

In a secluded alleyway, the unsub lay in wait. With a swift and ruthless move, he snatched Y/N and disappeared into the night.

Spencer, at his wits' end with worry, spiraled into a desperate search. The BAU team rallied around him, leaving no stone unturned.

Bound and helpless, he was tethered to a desolate pole, his body wracked with pain from relentless beatings and electric shocks. The cruel tormentors lingered nearby, their twisted minds devising further atrocities.

The unsub laughed as the boys screamed echoes through the dark warehouse.

The piercing screams of the taser echoed through the desolate space, leaving his body battered and broken. Fear gnawed at his soul as he endured unimaginable pain.

Y/N thought of his dad, he thought how he wouldn't give up on him, he knew he would save him he had too.

For days, the BAU searched tirelessly, their hearts heavy with each passing hour, Y/Ns absence tugged at their very souls. Especially Spencer, the man had forgot to sleep, eat.

He never left the bullpen he his only thought was Y/N, he had to find his son, then finally on the fourth day, a breakthrough emerged from the darkness. A tip led them to the warehouse where the H/C boy was being held captive.

With lightning speed, Spencer raced through the labyrinthine corridors, his determination fueled by the desperate hope of finding his child alive. As he burst into the warehouse, a sight met his eyes that sent shivers down his spine.

A pipe stood in the middle of the dark room, the smell was awful filled with sweat and dried blood. His eyes filled with anger. "Y/N!" He yells racing over to the likp body.

"Don't be dead don't be dead" he muttered as he neared the limp body of his Son.

Y/N was tied to the pole, his body bruised and battered, hung helpless from the pole. Spencer's heart shattered as he ripped the ropes from his son's frail body.

The boy fell limply into his Dad's arms, Spencer quickly covered the boy and held him tightly. "Shush shush its okay Baby, I'm here I'm here " he mumbled in the H/C hair dried blood stuck to the strands.

He held his son in his arms, the boy shaking as if it was winter, the agent could tell his was overwhelmed and didn't push him to talk only happy that he was alive.

As the boy was cut from his bonds the rest of the team swiftly apprehended the unsub, their rage a palpable force in the air.

Spencer held his precious boy close, offering him a safe haven from the nightmare he had endured, he continued to carry the boy out of the warehahouse and outside where the paramedics were waiting, they had been called before hand.

As they worked Spencer held his son, the boy had found solace in the gentle presence of his protector, grateful he was safe and finally not being hurt.

The warmth of his dad's arms and the gentle sway of their bodies brought a sense of serenity amidst the turmoil, he fell into the light sleep.

Back at home, it took Spencer a few hours to get the boy to sleep, Y/N had been on edge and awake for four days straight, but once he was asleep it was almost 1am, Spencer kept the door open slightly so he would hear if the boy had a nightmare.

The man situated himself in the living room, on the sofa he sat with a book in his hands, hearing any sounds that came from his son's room, he was ready to leap up and go to his son if he needed.

Hours later he awoke with a scream of pure anguish, A nightmare had gripped him, his body jerking and his voice filled with anguish as he whispered of an accident.

Tangled in his sheets he attempted to run but couldn't, bejng stuck reminded him of the ropes.

After hearing the scream Spencer had leaped from the sofa throwing his book away he ran to his Son room, throwing the door open he saw the boy was stuck, the covers had wrapped around his ankle.

Seeing the problem Spencer quickly unwrapped the blanket trapping the boy, leg now free Y/N woke up fully.

Looking around breathing heavy. "Daddy!" He cries hands out reaching for his Dad, Spencer quickly sat down next to the boy and pulled him into his arms.

"It's okay N/N, it's me its Dad" at that Y/N relaxed and slumped into the man's arms, Spencer rubbed his back before pulling the boy into his arms, appealing enought pressure that made Y/N feel safe.

After a few minutes Spencer tried to get Y/N to release him but the boy wouldn't budge. "Y/N, is something wrong?" He whispers, the boy nods his head. He mutters something into his Dad's shoudler.

The young Dr is confused before he sees the wet ost where his son was sleeping, he then realises, comforting the boy he clean up the remnants of his nightmare, changing his soiled clothes and tending to his shaken body.

Once he was done Y/N still wouldn't let go of him, realising he was still scared Spencer took him to the living room. He also grabbed numerous pillows and soft blankets for them and set them on the sofa.

As they settled back on the couch, Reid held Y/N close, his heart aching with both love and protectiveness, he put on Y/Ns favourite cartoon Tom and Jerry.

Together, they drifted off to sleep on the couch, Spencer laying his back to the arm of the sofa, on top rest his son tucked into his chest breathing normal, no longer shaking from the nightmare, the animated antics of Tom and Jerry providing a soothing backdrop to their weary minds.

The end!

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♡ all my suffering ♡ chapter 8

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Chapter Eight

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Pairings: Shigaraki x f!reader x Dabi

A/N: Hi my dear readers!! I am so sorry this took forever to get out. Please note that this chapter has a major spoiler from season 6 of my hero academia. So if you haven't watched the anime or read up to chapter 290 in the manga please do not read unless you don't mind spoilers.

Warnings: Specific to this chapter - *spoilers from season 6/chapter 290 in the manga* - blood, gore, angst, character death, and reader death

Word Count: 6k

Still in shock, you quickly activate the button on your wrist, setting the surrounding nomu free from their containment tanks, granting you a decisive advantage. The tanks spill their contents onto the cold concrete floor of the basement, and the nomu swiftly rise, becoming your impromptu bodyguards. Miriko's eyes widen as a massive nomu with multiple arms blocks her path, hurling her across the room and slamming her into the far wall. She grimaces in pain, providing you with a moment to hastily radio a distressed message to all nearby units, alerting them that the king of villains was under attack. Your voice trembles with anxiety, hoping that whoever hears it knows what steps to take.

  You watch as Miriko regains her footing, preparing for combat. Suddenly, your attention is drawn to the Doctor darting across the room, rushing to his control station. Miriko's gaze follows the Doctor's frantic movements, revealing her intentions. With determination, she launches herself off the wall, chasing after the Doctor. The nomu form a protective barrier around the Doctor, but Miriko slices through them effortlessly, her movements as sharp as blades. Seizing the moment, you dart away from Tomura's tank, sprinting towards the Doctor.

He's feverishly typing on his computer, his teeth jittering with fear. It's unclear if his terror stems from the fear of being killed or losing everything he had painstakingly worked for. Miriko finally breaches the last line of defense, positioning herself before the Doctor. She attempts to pull him away from the computer screen, but you intervene, hurling a throwing knife through her hand. A pained cry escapes Miriko's lips, her eyes shooting daggers of fury in your direction.

"Did you forget I was here?" you taunt, a smirk playing on your lips.

Miriko groans in exasperation, redirecting her focus towards you. Despite her injured hand and fingers barely holding on, she launches herself toward you, but you deftly evade her efforts, skillfully swaying your knife in a fluid motion. A dropkick from your end catches her off guard, temporarily throwing her off balance. However, she quickly regains her stance, standing defiantly before you.

"My target is Shigaraki and the old man; I don't care about you," she sneers, a wicked smile playing on her lips. With a swift motion, she delivers a powerful kick to your gut, sending you hurtling backward.

As you struggled to catch your breath, a sinking feeling set in. Miriko's anger was now directed at Tomura's tank. You watched with a sense of urgency as she struck the tank repeatedly, causing a crack to form in the top corner. You rise to your feet as quickly as possible, panic starting to take hold. What will happen if he is awoken before he should be? You frantically grab another one of your knives, spin on your heel to gain speed, and hurl it across the room and into Miriko’s left foot. She wails in pain for a second time and falls away from the tank, gripping her ankle. You sigh in relief until you hear her shout –

“I can’t let him be set loose on the world! No matter what it takes!” She uses her still good leg to roundhouse kick the tank one last time before falling to her knees.

  The Doctor screams “No!” and you’re on your feet again. You’re reluctant to drain her of all her energy because you have nowhere to output it, and you were worried you might send the current through Tomura’s tank instead.

The tank began leaking by the time you reached Miriko. Before you could make a move, a nomu with stretchy arms grabbed her and sent her hurtling down the corridor she had come from. It seemed highly unlikely she would recover from such a forceful throw, you mused.

You look over your shoulder to find the Doctor attempting to fix the control box near the tank. You decided to keep watch as he worked; you sensed that Miriko wasn’t the only hero here. You held onto the hope that reinforcements would arrive soon. The Doctor starts mumbling incoherently, and you hear him punch the control box in anger.

“Wake up, Tomura Shigaraki!” You hear him yell out. 

“What?! You’re waking him up?” Your voice comes out strained. You’re terrified to see him again, especially in these circumstances. Not to mention, you’re not even sure what will happen if he doesn’t complete the procedure. Will he remember you? Will he be different? Your mind starts racing with one hundred thoughts a minute. Dammit - you should’ve kept your eyes on the door instead of getting distracted. The next thing you know, the voice hero, Present Mic jumps over the rubble that Miriko caused and screams at the top of his lungs, activating his quirk. You yelp as it sends you and the doctor flying backward until your spine hits a wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you. All you can do is watch the scene before you. You’re wheezing and struggling to get up. You start to crawl back onto your feet when you hear Tomura’s tank crack, then a pause, then another crack, and then it finally explodes. A panic sweeps over you as you watch Tomura’s limp body fall to his knees, and then, unable to hold himself up, he falls unconsciously onto the floor in a pool of purple liquid. Your breathing starts to become more and more uneven. He is vulnerable, and there is a pro-hero coming up right next to him. Present Mic ignores Tomura and goes straight for the doctor. You have to get to Tomura now. You slowly rose to your feet; your ears were bleeding, and you were pretty sure you had a few cracked ribs. You needed to heal yourself, but you couldn’t because another pro-hero was suddenly right next to Present Mic. He had his eyes set on you as he fired off a red laser from his right eye, and it hit you directly in the gut, going through you and hitting the wall behind you. You freeze in shock as tears start to fall from your eyes; you failed. As you look down at the hole in your stomach, your shaky hands come up covered in blood, you fall to your knees. Was this real life? Was this how you were going to die? You see Present Mic in the distance snatch up the Doctor, throw him over his shoulder, and run back toward the hole in the wall. He shouts something at the man who fired off the laser, but you are unable to hear him. You’re sobbing now. The room is becoming blurry, and your ears are ringing. You didn’t want to die like this; no, you wanted to see Tomura one last time, and the thought of not seeing him again was unbearable. In this moment, you finally realize that you love him. You love him so much. It hurt. Everything hurt. You think about Dabi too and how much you’ll miss him when you’re gone. You love him too. You love them all. Toga and Twice. Spinner and Compress. This can’t be the end. They’re your family.

In a last stitch effort, you activate your quirk. You’re not trying to heal yourself. Instead, your eyes start to glow with tears seeping through. With everything you have left, you collect the energy from anything you can—lights, the control box, and the pro-hero a couple of feet away. You scream at the top of your lungs and lift your arm out in front of you to blast an energy bolt into Tomura’s unconscious body, hoping to jolt him awake. You didn’t even know if it would work or not. Maybe you should’ve healed yourself instead but you’re hardly thinking anymore. You’re losing too much blood. Everything starts fading out slowly; you go cold as you’re drained of energy. With that, everything goes black. The last thing you see is the pro-hero placing a hand on Tomura. 

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“What was that? What did she just do?” The pro-hero thinks to himself out loud. His only objective left is to finish the job by killing Shigaraki. He begins shooting lasers at all the machinery around him to be sure that there will be no other surprises. When he turns back around, Shigaraki is sitting upright and hugging himself in his arms. He is shivering, and his wet hair is laid across his face, covering his eyes. The pro-hero tries to react in time, but it is too late. Tomura already has a palm on his face, disintegrating him into dust. He then tries to collect himself, his teeth jittering and his body freezing. He takes the pro-hero’s cape from the pile of dust and wraps it around himself. He sees the doctor's phone on the ground a few feet away from him and picks it up. After a moment of waking up, he looks around the room and sees nothing but rubble and piles of dead nomu. Among all the bodies, his eyes land on yours. His eyes go wide in fear as he runs over to you. You’re lying on your side, facing away from him, but he can already see the wall through the huge hole in your lower back. It was a gruesome sight, and he started to panic. His eyes brim with tears as he drops to his knees behind you. He slowly rolls you over in the hope that you’re still conscious enough to heal yourself.

“No, no, no, no!” He repeatedly shouts as he grabs your limp body, trying to shake you from death. He hugs you into his chest and wraps his hand around your head so that you are fully cradled in his arms. He picks you up off the floor as he cries into your lifeless shoulder. You smelled like home to him, and he had a horrendous wave of loneliness come over him. After a moment or two, his tears stopped and were replaced with pure rage. He kneels down with you still in his arms and places his palm on the ground below. He figured that whoever was still in the building couldn’t have gotten far. He activates his overpowered quirk, and everything around you two starts disintegrating. He is unleashing his anger on the world. There was a cloud of dust surrounding you both as his quirk reached miles away. The surrounding buildings turn to dust, and the civilians are evacuating as quickly as they can screaming in terror. He held you lovingly into his chest as he whispered, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.” His tears started again. He furiously growls as he releases another strong wave of his quirk out into the world. 

Then, after a while, it all stops. He stops his quirk and sniffles quietly into your hair. The building had been destroyed, and everything that he could see within a mile had been destroyed. It was nothing but a wasteland. He could’ve kept going, but he knew that the Pro-Heros were tactical. He knew that some of them had to have gotten away. He lays you down slowly on what was left of the concrete slab and feels around for the Doctor’s cell phone. His red cape flutters in the wind as he takes a look at the damage around him. Suddenly, he is hit with a sharp pain in his head. His master calls to him, and he grabs his temples, trying to silence him. He whimpers at the stinging headache he is left with. 

“Come to me, Machia; bring the others.” He pulls out the cell phone to send Gigantomachia a distress message. “I am going to destroy everything.” He says through gritted teeth. 

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Tomura sits with your head on his lap while he gently runs his fingers through your hair. He thinks back to a moment he had with you before going into the tank. When he woke up before you that morning, he did exactly what he was doing now. He ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead. His phone buzzed, taking him out of his thoughts and alerting him that Gigantomachia was almost at his location. He rises to his feet and picks you up bridal style. Your arms hang from your sides, and your neck is no longer supported, giving a clear indication that you are dead. Tomura stifles a small cry and jumps from the cliff where the building once stood and onto Gigantomachia’s back, where he is met with Mr.Compress, Spinner, Skeptic, and Dabi. They’re all surprised to see him awake a month early, but what catches their attention, even more, is that you're covered in blood in Tomura’s arms. Both Spinner and Mr. Compress let out a soft gasp that was followed immediately “Oh no’s” and “This can't be’s”. Skeptic continues typing on his laptop, and Dabi is turned away from the scene facing the wasteland. Once he hears the other’s quiet sobbing, he looks over his shoulder slowly and sees his boss hanging his head low with you lying across his arms. He then looks away for a moment in disbelief. Once he turns around again his heart shatters as he sees the hole in your lower abdomen. You look so soft and sweet, and he missed your face so much; this isn’t real. It can’t be. He pulls his hands from his pockets and takes a fistful of his own hair as he falls into a squatted position. His breathing becomes rapid, and bloody tears start falling from his eyes unwillingly. He tugs at his hair more and more and then stands up to his full height in a frenzy. He screams at the top of his lungs, and blue flames escape his throat. He goes completely quiet and tries to hold back his sobs because of how much pain they’re causing him. He feels like there are knives in his throat and needles in his eyes. He then lets his head fall into his arms.

“Where are Toga and Twice?” Tomura finally speaks up, his voice coming out very hoarse.

“Twice is dead.” Dabi quickly replies in a very hoarse voice, sparing him the details. 

“And Toga went off to find one of her little U.A. students.” Spinner crosses his arms over his chest in comfort. “It’s a good thing too; you should’ve seen the way she handled Twice’s death. There’s no telling what she’ll do when she finds out about Y/N.” He cringes at mentioning the fact that you’re dead. None of it felt real yet. How could you and Twice both be gone in an instant?

“I-” Tomura is cut off by a wind blast in the back of his leg causing him to almost drop you.

It was the U.A. student Izuku Midoriya and his classmate Bakugo Katsuki. Tomura’s new quirk kicks in and regenerates the fibers and muscle on his calf, ultimately healing the wound. He growls in irritation, and then his headache returns as he hears his master say, “It is one for all. Bring him to me.” He quickly understands what he has to do and hands you over to Dabi, who hesitantly takes you into his arms the same way that Tomura had previously been holding you. Tomura jumps off of Gigantomachia and joins the fight with the U.A. students by leading them away from the group. 

Dabi finally looks down at you and whimpers softly. He rubs your cheek, and his tears threaten to spill again.

“I am so sorry.” Spinner gives his condolences. “I know you loved her.” 

Dabi sits on Gigantomachia and holds you in his arms. His chest is against your back as you’re laid between his legs. He’s unsure what to do, but he knows eventually both he and Shigaraki will need to let you go. He is more ready to die in a fight than ever. He rests his head against yours and sits there quietly sobbing. 

Minutes pass and the group is silent; all that can be heard is Skeptic typing on his computer. He finally takes a moment to look up from the screen and sees Dabi, who appears to either be sleeping or completely out of it, hovering over your body. He looks entirely defeated and Skeptic becomes entirely confused.

“You do know she’s not dead, right?” He raises an eyebrow, but then decides he doesn’t care and goes back to whatever he was doing on his computer.

Dabi slowly raises his head to tell Skeptic to shut the fuck up, but then he looks down and sees skin under the hole in your suit. The same hole that he noticed earlier. The same hole that isn't a hole anymore. He sits up slightly and starts pushing your hair out of your face.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” He gently shakes you and stops when he hears you groan.

“Dabi?” You get out in a weird, groggy, and tired voice. 

His heart sinks again, and a feeling of relief melts through him as you say his name. He spins you around between his legs to hold you in his arms so that he’s hugging you properly. He holds you tightly and tucks his face into your shoulder. You weakly wrap your arms around him, and he kisses the top of your head. In his peripherals, he sees a line of flames heading toward where Shigaraki was.

"Dad," he says with haste on his tongue.

“Did you just call me dad?” You giggle in his ear, still completely delusional from losing too much blood and energy. 

“Spinner, keep her safe.” Spinner nods and takes your hand to lead you away from Dabi. You oblige mostly because you’re so out of it. You watch as Dabi jumps into the sky and shoots blue flames from his palms to propel himself forward. Eventually, you can no longer see him. 

“Spinner? Where am I?” You rub your eyes and try to lie down because everything is still spinning.

Spinner hugs you before you can. Mr. Compress walks over and hugs you both tightly.

“You were dead.”

“Wh-oh, that’s right. A hero shot me,” You wrap your head around what has happened up until now. “Wait! Where is Tomura? Is he okay? Is he alive?!” 

“He’s okay, he’s the one that called us here. He did all of this,” Spinner lets go of you to gesture at the wasteland surrounding you all. “I’m assuming it was because he was not happy that you were dead.” Spinner pauses, “He’s fighting the heroes on his own”

You start to panic. Your heart is racing, you need to get to him right now. He is probably very weak and the thought of him being alone terrifies you. 

“Gigantomachia! Take me to Tomura!” You punch at the creature who tormented you and Tomura for months on end. He growled in response. 

“Y/N, he only listens to Shigar-” Spinner attempts to shut down your attempt but Gigantomachia starts moving and before you know it he heads in the direction that you saw Dabi go. 

You tense up and grab one of the spikes on his back while he runs toward the battlefield. You probably weren’t ready to jump right into battle again but you didn’t care. Just up ahead you see Tomura fighting not one, not two, not even three, but seven heroes on his own. He is being held in the air by what looks like a black spider web. You recognize the boy holding him hostage. It was Izuku. He is punching Tomura over and over again and you urge Gigantomachia to go faster. Then out of the corner of your eye, you see the number one hero, Endeavor, take off into the sky and wrap his entire body around Tomura. He explodes with the power of the sun and the explosion is so bright that you have to look away and shield your face. Where was Dabi?

“Nooo!” You scream out as you see Tomura fall back toward the earth, his body burned to a crisp. You’re too late. You struggle to hold back a sob and bring your hand up to cover your mouth. Gigantomachia stops in place to take in what just happened. 

After a few seconds, Tomura regains consciousness and stops mid-air. He shoots out black tendrils with red cracks from all five of his fingers aiming them at Izuku. Instead, they hit the explosive student, Bakugo Katsuki, and everyone is in shock to see that Tomura is still alive. You watch as Tomura fights against himself as he starts to heal, he keeps grabbing onto his skull trying to shake away something. His white locks start rapidly growing back and you realize that one of his quirk upgrades was regeneration. You sigh, relieved that he’s not dead and that it would take a lot more to kill him. 

“It’s my body!” You hear Tomura yell out as he grabs his own arm trying to keep it at his side. You tilt your head in confusion. Who was he talking to?

“You mistook foolishness for bravery.” Tomura speaks directly to Izuku now but there is something not right about his voice. He doesn’t sound like himself but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why. He shoots more black and red tendrils at Izuku and they continue fighting in the air. Tomura somehow lands his palm on Izuku’s face. “You’re finally mine. Come to me, one for all.” There it was again, a voice you didn’t recognize. 

With a flash of light, both Izuku and Tomura start falling back to earth again. For a brief second, you thought the fight was over because all of the heroes lay beneath you exhausted from battle. You take the opportunity to climb off of Gigantomachia. Spinner goes to fight you on leaving but ends up joining you instead while Mr.Compress stays behind. You hide around Gigantomachia’s legs waiting for a moment to run over to Tomura. The moment doesn’t come because just a second later Tomura is suspended in the air by the red and black tendrils once more. He looks like one big spider as he crawls over to the heroes.

“Shut up! I don’t take orders from you dammit!” Tomura shouts once again at no one in particular stirring your confusion even more. Then suddenly an energy blast comes from behind him knocking him down once more. Your eyes shoot over to where you see more heroes arriving on the scene. Oh no, this is bad. You guys need to get out now. 

Tomura once again rises to his feet, he looks to be almost fully healed now except for the scars that are littered across his chest. You wonder for a moment if they will stay there forever. All the heroes attack him at once. You pick up your feet to join him in battle but Gigantomachia runs past you joining the fight before you can. He slashes the heroes from left to right, ultimately grabbing Tomura’s body and pulling him from the fight and knocking all of the heroes flat on their asses. Gigantomachia turns Tomura over in his giant hand and sees that he was knocked unconscious, presumably by Izuku’s wind blast. 

“Master, what do you order me to do?” Gigantomachia looks at his palm hoping that Tomura can still hear him but receives no answer. You’re worried now because you can’t see what's going on. As if Gigantomachia could sense your anxiety he reaches his other hand out for you and allows you to climb into his palm. He puts his palms together, closing you and Tomura off to the world around you.

“Tomu, it’s me!” You sob as you throw your arms around him in a tight embrace. It is dark inside Gigantomachia’s palms and the only light is coming from in between his fingers. Tomura is still unconscious and you don’t suspect it is his body causing him trouble because you can see him healing before your very eyes. You can’t believe this is your first time seeing him in months and the whole time neither of you have been fully conscious to embrace each other. You trace your fingers along the scars on his defined chest. Most of which you didn’t recognize from when you saw him last. You push your hair behind your left ear and lay your head on his chest. You sigh in relief when you hear the pounding of his heart. You pull your head from his chest and rest your forehead against his before placing a small and gentle kiss on his lips. Suddenly you hear a commotion coming from outside. You almost forgot that there was a battle going on around you. You pound on Gigantomachia’s fingers urging him to allow you to see what’s going on. He splits his hands open slightly and you see that Dabi is here now and is on Gigantomachia’s back. 

Dabi is yelling at Endeavor while simultaneously pouring a strange liquid on his head. What was he planning? 

“Hey now, don’t be rude! You’re acting like we’ve never met!” Dabi chuckles evilly as the liquid turns his hair white and your eyes widen. “Call me Touya, after all, it’s the name you and mom gave me.”

Your jaw drops, Dabi is Endeavor’s son? You remember hearing about how one of Endeavor’s sons died a few years back but obviously, that must’ve all been a hoax. You look over to see Endeavor start hyperventilating with wide eyes at the sight of his “dead” son. 

Dabi starts clapping his hands together. You’ve never seen him this happy before. He has this psychotic look on his face and then he makes eye contact with you and smiles. You hold his gaze for a moment before he turns back to Endeavor. He shoots off Gigantomachia's back in a frenzy of blue flames. He was smiling from ear to ear and you were suddenly worried that this was a suicide mission. He is suddenly bound mid air by ropes of fabric. His flames go out and he looks over his shoulder at what possibly could have stopped him. You follow his eyes to see just above Gigantomachia was a hovering hero, Best Jeanist. Gigantomachia becomes bound and struggles for a moment against all the ropes. Once they’re pulled tighter you feel yourself falling as you’re reaching out for Tomura. You close your eyes tightly prepared to hit the ground when you feel the ropes snake around your body. You’re then pulled tightly into Tomura’s chest. He is still knocked out cold and his head falls onto your shoulder lifelessly as you were bound together in ropes of fabric. Gigantomachia falls to the ground and it causes everyone around you who is still on the ground to shake and fall to their knees.

Wait a second, Best Jeanist was supposed to be dead. You remember Dabi telling you that Hawks completed his mission. Did Hawks betray you all? When you look up you see Dabi angrily yelling at Best Jeanist and you can only assume that he is finding out this way too.

Who you assume to be Dabi’s younger brother starts flying towards Dabi and your heartbeat quickens. No, no, they’re all going to gang up on him. You try to activate your quirk and absorb the brothers energy but you feel a sharp pain in your side that causes you to scream in agony. Dabi looks down at you and worry spreads across his features. The ropes were way too tight. Dabi is heating himself up again and the ropes that were holding him break. Best Jeanist notices and quickly sends out more ropes to restrain him. 

“De-” a pause, “stroy.” You feel Tomura’s breath hit your neck and hear him whisper to himself. 

“Tomura?” You nudge his head with your shoulder gently trying to wake him up. 

“Destroy!” Without opening his eyes he yells with all his might. It was clearly a command to Gigantomachia because the giant then suddenly breaks free of Best Jeanist’s ropes. This causes Dabi to free himself again using the distraction and he immediately starts fighting his younger brother. 

When you peer over Gigantomachia’s back you see more nomu coming to your rescue. You start to sigh in relief as you watch them fight the heroes for you. Gigantomachia is on his feet again and just as you are beginning to feel hopeful he falls to his knees and falls into a sleeplike state.

“Shit.” You hear Spinner a few feet behind you.

“Wait! What happened?” You panic.

“Earlier a couple of U.A. kids were trying to sedate us and I guess they succeeded but their timing was off.” Spinner yells out in a panicked voice. 

Your heart is racing now. What happens if you lose this fight? You didn’t want to find out. The binding around you and Tomura starts tightening and you can't breathe. You can feel your tears beginning to form and you rest your head back on Tomura’s chest as you feel your breath slowing. You wished so badly that Tomura was awake so that you could talk to him one last time. 

“Y/N,” You hear your name come from behind you.

“Mr.Com-” you attempt to catch your breath. “press?” You try to get out but the ropes tighten even more so it comes out breathless.

“Shigaraki is the key. I need you and Spinner to wake him up, I’ll buy you time.” He activates a marble in his back pocket essentially slicing a chunk of his own body to loosen the restraints. He then reaches out in front of him capturing you, Tomura, and Spinner into a marble. 

You were then released from the marble onto Gigantomachia’s back with Tomura in your arms. Mr.Compress was taken down by a hero but managed to capture Dabi and Skeptic into marbles and tucked them into Spinner’s hood.

“Tomura, I need you to wake up!” You yell and shake his shoulders trying your hardest to wake him. He’s almost completely healed so you assume that he might just be running on empty like you are. “Please Tomura, we need you!” There are tears falling down your cheeks now. You remember back to when Tomura was talking to himself. 

“I think he needs to remember why we’re fighting.” Spinner says.

“Tomura, please, wake up!” You shout one last time while pounding on his chest. Then suddenly you’re met with glowing red eyes. The first thing he sees when he wakes up is you. He sits up and pulls you into his chest wrapping his arm around you essentially protecting you from what he was about to do. With zero hesitation he raises his good arm and shoots an air blast so powerful that all of the heroes go flying back.  

After he stops the blast he lets you go and stands up. You’re so happy to see him that you want to jump into his arms but instead he gets up and walks away towards the edge of Gigantomachia. There is a painful tinge in your heart. Why isn���t he happy to see that you’re alive? Why was he ignoring you?

“I must say, Tomura has some admirable friends. Power is drawn from the heart, the more he embraces the pain and hatred born from his past trauma, the stronger my will becomes within his body.” He speaks in a monotone voice and it sends chills throughout your body. Whoever that is speaking, it is not Tomura. You find yourself backing away from him slowly and downright terrified. “Long live the king, Tomura,” he added with an evil smile that made you want to disappear from his presence. 

“Boss, how do you want us to attack?” Spinner asks the man in front of you. 

“We’re retreating.”  He replies bluntly. 

“We can’t retreat! Toga is on her way here and Compress is hurt badly!” Spinner starts questioning his antics. 

“Spinner, that’s not Tomura.” You say in a quiet voice that's barely above a whisper.

“What?” Spinner turns to ask you. 

“That is exactly right, Y/N.” Even the way this stranger says your name on Tomura’s tongue makes your skin crawl. “Tomura already lost this fight.” 

The heroes look like they’re about to attack again so you take a fighting stance. Tomura, who isn’t Tomura, takes them all down without a second thought by sending them flying backwards again and you lower your shoulders.

“Come on, we're leaving.” He says as three nomu appear before you. Spinner jumps onto the nearest nomu and pulls the marbles out of his hood that Mr.Compress tucked away and places them in his pocket. Tomura gestures for you to get on the flying nomu with him but you hesitate, making him aggressively grab you by the waist and position you so that you are sitting in front of him. “I have no patience for your hero-villian indecisiveness that Tomura allows. You’re coming with me.” His words sting and you’re silent the whole ride back to wherever he was planning on taking you.  

[bridgyrose]

The pirates split up to take care of different things.

Years in the future , after a huge disaster Aralaia finds herself alone to deal with a darkness that’s terrorizing the world She finds the person causing the problems and manages to see their face

Oathbreaker Casmos

(I'm going to have to get melon to do a follow up with Aralaia's perspective for this)

Casmos took a deep breath as she walked through the village, glancing at each villager that seemed to writhe in pain and fear from the aura that emanated from her. She finally stopped in the village square, hand gripping the shaft of her morningstar as she watched Aralaia try to patch up a dying soldier. 

“What are you doing?” Aralaia asked as she glanced over to Casmos, desperately trying to heal the guard in her arms. “What happened to protecting those that cant protect themselves?” 

“Horus-Re left me for that,” Casmos stated plainly as her hand went to the shattered ankh around her neck. She slowly lifted her morningstar as her once angelic wings unfurled, torn and misshapen. “I helped refugees cross the border, only to watch them enslave the village that welcomed them. I broke my oath to keep people safe by helping others, abandoned by Horus-Re when I needed him. So now I’m helping out in a way that Asmodeus allows!” 

“By killing everyone?” 

“I can protect everyone when they’re dead!” 

Aralaia winced for a moment as she started to lose focus, the healing magics she used to heal the guard slipping away from her for a brief moment as she regained her focus. “It was a mistake! Horus-Re left you because of a single mistake and that’s on him! It wasnt your fault!” 

Casmos took another step forward as darkness started to envelope her and everything around her, an arrow bouncing off of her without leaving a scratch on her armor. She raised her morningstar and pointed it at Aralaia, a ghastly green glow surrounding it. “I give you one last chance, Aralaia: leave him to die and let me protect everyone the only way I can, or I’ll make sure you join your father.” 

“I’m not going to leave you, Casmos.” Aralaia finished healing the soldier and took a deep breath as a warm laughter cut through the air. “I’ll make sure you come back to us one way or another.” 

Casmos lowered her morningstar for a moment as she watched the guards and villagers around her start to relax as cuts and burns were healed. She closed her eyes and began to focus for a moment before lashing out at the nearest guard, slamming her morningstar into his head. Blood dripped from the blackened metal as the aura around it turned red and the headless corpse started to move once more. “Then you give me no choice but to protect you from yourself.” 

“I dont need to be protected-” 

Casmos struck at Aralaia, using the momentum of each strike to push forward and to push the tiefling back, eyes clouded with anger as hate filled her every being. A gloved hand gripped Aralaia’s arm to hold her still as she growled. “Stand down!” 

Aralaia let out a scream as she felt a shock of pain run through her, a tired smile crossing her lips as she pulled away and picked up a nearby shield. “All you need to do now is call me “Tiefling” like you used to and it’ll be like old times. You and me, struggling to get along, training together so I can protect others like you did.” 

Casmos moved forward with another strike, slamming her morningstar into the shield and watching as Aralaia pulled back. “You left me!” 

“I didnt want to!” Aralaia’s arms shook as she spoke a small prayer and her trusty spiritual weapon appeared next to her. “Llira needed me to help others, so I went to spread joy. I asked you to come with me, like Noxle did. You chose not to come.” 

Casmos paused mid strike as a fragment of a memory passed through her mind, her fingers shaking for a moment as she relived the day Aralaia left. Watching the cleric show disappointment, but understand in the decline of the invite. The memory faded as quickly as it came, Casmos striking at the spiritual weapon that Aralaia summoned. “Leave me alone!” 

“I cant do that!” Aralaia cried out as she watched her spiritual weapon shatter in front of her, legs shaking as she held her calling stone. “I know you’re still in there, Casmos. My friend! My bestie better than the restie! You showed me who I was… who I am. And I’ll be here to show you who you are again and again!” 

Casmos went for one more strike as Aralaia dropped her shield, only to reel back in pain as a magical bolt struck her shoulder and pierced through her armor. She looked to the sky to see a familiar airship flying through the sky as another bolt slammed into her arm. Her eyes went back to Aralaia as a frown crossed her lips. “You called for them.” 

“They’re our friends,” Aralaia said with a smile. “And if that means we have to stop you, then we’ll do everything we can to get you back.” 

“That’s enough, Casmos, its time for you to come back,” a voice echoed through the air as darkness enveloped Casmos. 

Casmos watched as the village faded away around her and the darkness opened up to her god’s throne. She knelt down in front of Asmodeus, bowing her head. “I’ll do better next time. I’ll make sure to protect them all.”

[mareenavee]

35%. How does your character look and feel when crying?

I should charge this thing.

LOL Well in this case, glad your phone or laptop (?) was almost dead. This is a good question, mostly because Nyenna does tend to have a good cry more often than she'd like to admit. Under all that stress, who wouldn't?

Battery asks for Nyenna in my fic, The World on Our Shoulders!

Ask game is here.

35%. How does your character look and feel when crying?

I can't visualize anything very well so I'm not exactly sure how she would look when she's crying? I suppose she'd not really be an ugly crier. (I hc that ugly crying is probably more of a human thing, but I'm not sure why exactly lol. This is just my madness I suppose.)

But feeling? Mostly it's fear, guilt, and stress that causes these episodes, I'd say. I'll share a snippet of Chapter 13, which is already published.

The sheer terror of her memories shocked through her and she let out a pathetic whimper. It had all been a show, her rage. It was a cover up for the worst pain anyone could imagine. It was all just thinly veiled fear. She cried there in the street, all these memories crashing around in her skull. Someone threw an arm around her as she panicked, and she thrashed, eyes still closed, sobs still stealing her breath.

“Nyenna, it’s okay, it’s me. It’s Athis! I’m here. I’ve got you. I’ve got you now.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she wailed, hands still clutching her head and hair. “I can’t do this.”

He sat down in the dirt beside her and held her as tightly as he could. He stayed quiet, letting the terror pass as she cried out and yelled, unable at first to shake the images that plagued her mind. He stroked her hair and leaned her against his chest until the last of her tears finally stopped falling. The well wasn’t endless. She’d still cry if there had been any tears left. Her breath came ragged as she tried to regain composure. She was just so tired. So scared. It had been a long time since those scenes had overtaken her in the light of day. They had been relegated to nightmares for so long now, she had been used to forgetting the panic, but never the fear. It was always there in her blood, in her bones, like poison. And Gods, how she missed Eris, even now. He always knew how to turn around situations like this. They were evenly matched, he and the Thalmor that pursued them, until one day he’d miscalculated. She wondered if he’d still be alive if she hadn’t slowed him down. She let out another shuddering sigh.

Athis’s red hair tumbled down over her face as he bent down to kiss her cheek. He was warm, and her whole body felt numb. She sniffed and looked up at him. He had run after her again, despite the obvious danger. Delphine had tried to say that the Thalmor didn’t know her face yet, but it wasn’t true. Had never been. It was only a matter of time until they found her again. And still he followed. Would he block their swords from reaching her like Eris had? Would he be the next to crumple to the ground, light leaving his eyes? Leaving her behind to do this all alone? She wiped away the leftover tears from her face. She wrapped her arms around him. Gods knew how long either of them had left.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered once more. “I didn’t mean to push you away back there.”

“You don’t have to apologize to me for being terrified,” Athis said. He kept stroking her hair. He let out a low sigh. “I saw it through your anger. Instantly. I know what it was because both of us have been through horrors hardly anyone can understand.”

 “I can’t believe she would have the gall,” Nyenna said, her half-thoughts coming out disjointedly. “Both of us dragging ourselves into Skyrim away from our demons.” Athis just held her tighter, like she would float away if he let go. She wasn’t sure she wouldn’t. She heard him grinding his teeth, wrestling with his own memories.

“Let’s just go home,” he finally said. “We can regroup after we’ve slept off these nightmares.”

They walked hand in hand on the road back to Whiterun. It should have been a cold day. Athis had said as much, but she’d not felt much of a difference all winter. Her face still felt warm from her outburst earlier.

[painprns]

Horror & Edgy Neopronouns

CW: Illegal activity. TW: Violent actions, murder, stalking, body parts, weapons, and religious themes. A lot of the content in here triggered me so be careful if you want to look at this list. (And before you ask, yes, I am fine. You learn to cope.)

Of course, I don't approve of anything in this list, and this list isn't meant to glamorize those who have mental issues or violent tendencies. I have issues with violence and mental issues. Sometimes, it just helps. If there are any words you think should be added (or removed) feel free to send in an ask.

Note: Try putting a suffix on some words, like -ful or -less. Gives you plenty more options. Also, every new beginning letter will be bolded and with a new color for reading ease.

Pronouns (including emojis, not including extras like parentheses or alternatives): 443

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abandon

abyss

accelerate

again

alive

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anarchy

anger

apart

apocalypse

arm

arson

ash(phalt)

attic

away

awful

awry

axe

back(alley/rooms)

bait

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beast

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beg

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behead

bet

bite

blade

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blood

body

boil

bomb

bone

boo(m)

brain

break(down)

breath(e)

brick

brittle

bug

bullet

burn

bury

buzz

cannibal(ize)

cap(ture)

car(cass)

carnivore

cat(ch)

caught

cause

chain(saw)

chaos

chase

cig(arette)

claw

clown

coffin

corvid

concern

concrete

consume

control

copy(cat)

core

corpse

corridor

cover

coward

cower

crawl

creature

creep

cremate

crimson

critter

cross

crow

crime

criminal

crumble

crunch

crush

cry

crypt(id)

curse

cut

dagger

danger

dark(ness)

daunt

dawn

daze

deflate

disease

disgust

dissect

dizzy

dead

death

decay

demon

destroy

devil

dice

die

dirt

disappear

disease

disgust

doll

done

drac(ula)

drain

dread

drown

dull

eat

ecto(plasm)

edge

edgy

eerie

elbow

empty

evil

eye

facade

face

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fang

far

fatal

fear

fight

final

finger

fire

flame

flesh

follow

freak

fright(en)

fury

gain

gargoyle

gas(h)

gauze

gaze

ghost

ghoul

gimp

glee

gnash

god

gore

gouge

grab

grain

grasp

grate

grave(yard/stone)

grease

grim(ace)

grime

grind(er)

grip

grit

gross

grotesque

grunge

guard

grue(some)

gun

gut(teral)

hail

hammer

hand

harbor

hard

harm

hatch(et)

hate

hatred

haunt

havoc

head(stone)

heart

heat

hell

hidden

hide

high(way)

hilt

hit

hook

hollow

horror

hound

hunt

hurl

hurt

ice(pick)

ill(ness)

immolate

immortal

imp(ale)

incinerate

inflammatory

inhale

inhalation

instant

intense

irritate

jab

jail

jam

jank

jostle

joke

joy

junk

kill

kilter

knee

knife

lank

last

lather

laugh(ter)

leak

leg

lich

lim(inal)

linger

link

little

lung

lurk

macabre

maim

malicious

manslaughter

marrow

mask

mass(acre)

maze

meat

melt

mime

mince

misery

monster

morbid

moss

murder

mystery

nail

nausea/nauseous

night(mare)

noise

nowhere

necro

off

one

omen

open

over(power)

pail

pain

pale

panic

phantom

phobia

piece

pill

plead

poison

poltergeist

power

prey

puddle

purge

pyre

question

quiet

quiver

rabies

rage

rail

raid

rain

rake

rat

raw

restrain

retch

rip

road(kill)

rock

rot

run(away)

rust

saw(dust)

scare

scary

scent

scratch

scream

search

seize

sewer

shadow

shake

shiver

shock

shoot

shove(l)

shred

shriek

sick(ness)

silent

sink

sin(ister)

skin

skull

slash(er)

slay

sledge(hammer)

small

smash

smell

smoke

sob

somber

some(body)

someone

slip

spider

spirit

spike

spook

stab

stain

stalk

start(le)

steal

step

storm

strain

strange

stun

suffer

sunk

survive

sword

syringe

teeth

tense

terror

thorn

threat

tinge

tomb(stone)

torn

torture

tooth

trail(cam)

train

trigger

trip

turn

tyranny

undead

unknown

vamp(ire)

venom

vicious

villain

violent

void

wary

weak

weapon

weep

weird

wick(ed)

wicker

whir

whiz

whisper

will

wilt

wither

wound

worry

wraith

wrath

wreck

wring

wrong

wrought

yank

yell

yelp

zero

zombie

[happy74827]

Primal Fear

[Dexter Morgan x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You catch Dexter in the act

WC: 2,759

Category: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Idiotic!Reader (The premise of this story pretty much).

Feel free to reblog and comment if you enjoyed, the feedback is very much appreciated.

『••✎••』

You hated being in the predicament. You didn’t want to be one of those weaklings, you wanted to be the person saving the person at gunpoint. Yet, you realized then, you were too stupid to save anyone. It’s honestly amazing you even lived this long.

You found yourself stuck in a crossfire due to your own idiotic behavior. You thought you’d finally know the secrets of the great Dexter Morgan, your best friend of twelve years, but you didn’t realize how deep those secrets were buried.

You remembered the moment vividly — action by action — like a fever dream. His hazel, cold eyes staring deep into yours. Those eyes yet to realize that you’re physically there, in full action.

The knife, dripping blood like a leaky faucet, raised above the man’s chest. Dexter’s widened eyes — full of anger and resilience —  savoring the moment. The moment for the knife to drop down.

The entire room looked prepared for a photo shoot. Plastic sheets were spread out everywhere, covering everything. Pictures — the faces of little girls, surrounded the room as well. The bewilderment you felt moved with your eyes as you stared at the man in the middle — stripped down to nothing, wrapped in Saran Wrap. His cheek with a perfectly cut incision, dripping down onto the wrap covering him.

His body was stuck at his disposal.

The floorboard collapsing was what sealed your fate. You gasped at the sudden pain in your leg, the noise causing to snap his head forward. That damnable glare staring back at you, turning into shock and disbelief.

He had finally realized that you were there, in person.

Your name rolled off his tongue, following in slight curses. That softness that you had known for years came back into color as he tried his best to calm your uneasiness. Of course, as he came closer, you only grew more afraid.

The knife he had previously held, was now slammed back onto the table next to the man’s head. Thinking back on it now that action was most likely the cause of the man being freed in the first place.

Yet, Dexter didn’t see the problem, only focusing on you. His eyes never averted, not even to take off his latex gloves. His face seemingly pulled into a more calm state but his eyes gave him away. Underneath the smile was terror.

“Hey, it’s alright.” His voice was low, “You’re alright.”

Your leg practically had a heartbeat at this point, throbbing from the injury. You didn’t want to die, you haven’t lived yet. You wanted your dream house, your dream family, your dream dog…

You weren’t ready to die, not yet.

So, you ran. You lifted your injured leg from the fallen floorboard and ran despite the major pain it caused. You ran as fast as you could, even when it felt like you were doing the pacer test in the cold gymnasium. Even when you were tripping and falling on random rocks hidden in the grass, you still got up and ran.

But you were still stupid. Sure, you got straight A’s constantly in college, but you were sure your common sense wasn’t at the level it was supposed to be at. Instead of looking forward — like a normal human being — you kept looking behind.

That’s when you ran into him, the man that Dexter was attempting to slaughter. The Saran Wrap had completely undone itself, barely sticking on to his skin. You thought he was bare-naked, but he wore tanned shorts. Thank god.

The man only sneered down at you, not giving an inch of gratitude for the somewhat rescue you’d pulled. You felt a little salty but that feeling was cut short when the man of the hour showed his face behind the two of you.

The entire situation went fast and you could barely process what was happening. The panic-ridden man, once seeing Dexter’s face you presumed, had snagged you against your will, using threats that he’d kill you with the knife he held.

Dexter had slowed down, trying to calm whoever the man was, as he made his way towards you. Luckily, you were able to twist the mans arm and squeeze your way out, but you stood frozen as Dexter attacked him with a syringe of some sort. 

The man fell down with a thump a few seconds later, leaving Dexter to hover over his sleeping body. His eyes glossed over to you, standing a few feet away, without a word coming to his lips. 

You could’ve ran away, you were faster than him. You knew it. But instead you ran towards him, hopping over the man’s sleeping body. Dexter had knelt down just in time for you to collaspe into him, grasping onto his shoulders for dear life. Tears were coming down hot off your cheeks, onto his apron, but he didn’t seem to care.

His arms hesitantly wrap around you, clearly being just as confused as you were. His syringe fell to the ground as you gripped on tighter, pain slowly increasing in you leg wound as you cried on his shoulder

Yes, you had hugged the man that had just planned to downright murder someone. Granted, that someone was going to kill you, but that didn’t give you any excuses.You still hugged him and most likely will be needing therapy after this whole thing was over.

“T-Thank you.” You muttered between sobs. His body froze like a statue, not knowing how to respond. After sitting there for minutes on end, he finally found his words. But, when he tore you off his shoulders to look into your eyes, you had already knocked out. 

When you came to, you found yourself on the same table that the man was tied up on. The only difference was that there wasn’t any Saran Wrap that withheld you. All the plastic was gone, cleaned up like there wasn’t a murder being planned to begin with.

Just as the regret of your life choices swirled in your mind, the door handle suddenly clicked and — with a hard tug — the door flew open. You quickly snapped your eyes shut, not wanting to face the person who had opened the door.

Due to the old, creaky floor, you could hear every footstep he made. Heels clicking and pacing, making his way around the room to shuffle through random buckets and shelves.He eventually stopped right besides you, pausing for a moment, before squeaks of rusty wheels indicated he was pulling something besides him.

“I know your awake.” His voice was just above a whisper, but it didn’t sound harsh or psychotic. It sounded more as if he was comforting you after being yelled at. It sounded… sincere…

The fact that he sounded like that, made you worry even more. You gulped — trying to rid the lump in your throat, feeling his hand softly caress your arm. It scared away the goosebumps that had just formed. Even your skin trusted him.

“Don’t be scared.” His voice was soft and gentle like a stuffed animal. “You’re okay.”

You finally decided to open your eyes, having the courage to turn her head to face him. You figured he’d have this murderous rage despite having the calm and collected voice, that it was an act and he was going to kill you the second you looked, but you were wrong.

He was calm and collected. He even did his best to smile gently while you stared back with terror and fear. Yet, that wasn’t the first thing you noticed. The very first thing was his hands.

His bare hands.

He wore no gloves, not a spot of rubber elastic. That was a good sign in your case. If he was wearing elastic gloves to kill that man, then he was watching out for his fingerprints. 

You knew Dex, he wasn’t stupid. If he wasn’t wearing the gloves, then he wasn’t planning on doing something illegal or something that would force the cops to take fingerprints later on. He wasn’t going to kill you. Not right now.

Just looking at his smile, you’d think it would be a real one. It looked rather genuine, and he was known for being photogenic, unlike you, but it was his eyes that gave him away. His eyes weren’t filled with rage like they were when that man held that knife against your throat. They were filled with repentance and guilt. Even a hint of fear.

Just by his eyes, you already knew what he was thinking…

He was scared, terrified of the fact that you might turn him in. Scared that he might be thrown in jail or put in the electric chair. That fear could easily go away If he’d just killed you. That way, he wouldn’t be in this predicament.

If he was preparing to kill naked little Ralphie, he’d easily be able to kill you and get away with it. Yet, he didn’t want to.

He didn’t want to kill you. If he did, he would’ve killed you after fainting from the blood loss. Instead, you were staring at him while he smiled back.You came to realize that he’d rather freak out at the possibility of being executed in prison than put a knife through your heart. It was comforting, in a way…

He didn’t glance up towards you, staring down at the metal bowl that was on the roller. The bowl held that of thin surgical wire, alcohol and bandages. In his hands held tweezers, clean and succulent. Eyeing the tweezers suspiciously, you finally figured out what was going on.

“Dex,” You mimicked his whispery tone. In your mind, you wanted to know everything. You wanted to hear Dexter’s explanation, but at the same time you didn’t. He was caring and nurturing at the moment. If you mentioned anything of that, it could send him into rage mode. From what you’ve learned at the Metro department, murderers were never fun when they’re enraged.

A little hum escaped his lips, indicating that he was listening despite having complete focus on your leg.

“Is it going to hurt? The… um… stitching…?” It was a bad avoidance, you knew that, but it was the only thing that you could think of. All the other questions involved the man and the theories you concluded.

“It’ll be unpleasant.” He pulled out a glove, a white one this time, causing you to shake up a bit. “Although, fortunately, I only see one major gash that needs stitching. The others are just minor scratches.”

“That’s… good.” You couldn’t help but stare at his hands, your eyes stationary on the gloves specifically. He only wore one, his right, while the other hand was still bare. Could he kill you with just one hand? Probably.

You knew that Dexter had taken martial arts when he was younger — thanks to Debs — so, it was likely that he could.

“May I ask you a question?” Dexter spoke up, before the room dropped in dead silence. He started picking out the little pieces out of your leg, that honestly wasn’t painful in the slightest.

He didn’t wait for you to respond, already speaking from his mind. “How’d you know I was here?”

You sighed, clearly not wanting to tell him. You’d knew get pissed, but you learned that honesty really was the best policy. Lying made everything worse. Especially, when he can literally kill you in a second.

“…I may have linked your GPS to my computer.”

“Why would you—”

“I wanted to help you! There was a rumor back when Doakes was around that you… you had a d-drug problem. I… I thought that if it was true, I-I could help you. I wanted to help you like you helped me.”

He stopped, paying attention completely. Your name fell from his lips softly, his eyes burning into your soul. The pain in your leg was now slowly growing in levels. It was manageable at the moment, but she knew it wouldn’t be for long.

Despite the eye contact, you continued. “So… I linked the GPS to see if the rumors were true.” You felt tears breaking through the brims of your eyes. “Now, I kinda wish they were. This… this is way worse.”

“I can—”

“Don’t try to pull a "Dexter” on me! You tried to murder that guy, Dex! Don’t give me an excuse of what I saw! The entire room was arranged like… like the Bay Harbor Butcher! Do you idolize Doakes or something?!“

"Idolize… Doakes?” He mumbled the words between his lips. His face cracked with humor, scoffing as if he was offended. “What makes you think I’d follow under his footsteps?”

“Then why did you—?!”

Then it hit you like a brick wall. The precision and the cleanliness of his precautions wasn’t a remake of the original…

It was the original.

It was obvious to you now that Doakes was never the Bay Harbor Butcher to begin with. He was just a pawn. A man to take the blame for it all. Doakes was a smart man and he knew how to do things, but he always did them in the wrong way. Long story short, he played dirty.

Doakes wouldn’t perfect a murder scene — he couldn’t — he’d be more cocky… more messy.

Dexter, on the other hand, was in his alley. He knew blood splatter and knew how use it to his advantage. He knew how important blood is in a crime scene, so he made sure there’s no specks of it.

He wiped everything clean so there’s no evidence to be found, unless he wants it to be found. It was so obvious to you now and he’s tricked everyone. 

Evidently everyone except Doakes. He was the only one who knew there was something up with Dexter. If Doakes had taken it in the right way, Dexter probably would’ve been imprisoned. Yet, due to his faulty behavior, Doakes was the imprisoned one.

“Oh… god…” Your eyes widened at the realization, slowly scooting away from him. Your breaths started getting heavier and heavier the closer he got. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” He reached forward only for you to jerk her hand back. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“You say that to that guy too?!” You exclaimed, jumping down on the opposite end of the table. The pressure on your leg made you groan out in pain. Yet, despite it, you pushed through.

Pain was only temporary. Death wasn’t.

“Let’s talk about this, okay?.” He shot up with both hands in the air. “I’ll explain everything.”

“What’s there to talk about?! You’re the Bay Harbor Butcher! You- You killed hundreds of people, Dexter! What’s to say that I’m next?!”

“I kill those who deserve it!” He yelled, making you pause in uncertainty. “Only those who deserve it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, back rested against the doorway. “Yeah and in your eyes, anyone can deserve anything.”

“Ralph Jachino, the man you saw?” His voice lowered with each word, knowing that you were listening along. “He kept a notebook full of pictures of his victims as a trophy. Victims he murdered. And they were little girls, younger than Aster. They were tortured, raped, and later strangled. He was a malicious man who the police couldn’t grasp.”

“T-Those pictures that were hung up were the girls he…”

He nodded slowly, waiting for your next response. His arms were slowly lowered but was still in plain sight for you to see. He had already stripped off the glove (again) and dropped the tweezers back into the metal bowl, leaving his bare hands.

You couldn’t help but pour out questions. “What happened to him? Ralph, I mean. Did… Did you kill him?”

“Not yet,” Dexter sighed looking at you in the eye. “After you got him off of you and I injected him with etorphine hydrochloride, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Even when you passed out and I took you in here, he still stayed sound asleep.”

You raise an eyebrow. “He’s still outside?!”

“What? No, of course not.” He rolled his eyes. “I tied him up in my trunk.”

You stared blankly at him, chosing to ignore what he just said.. “So, what? You’re some type of vigilante?“

"In a way.”

“Does Debra know?”

“No.”

“And you’re not going to kill me?” You blinked, trying to find hesitancy in his voice.

But there wasnt any. “Never.”

[scarerjh]

Thank you

Din Djarin x f!you

Summary: When a semi clothed woman careens towards the crest screaming for help, Din must intervene.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Violence, implied sexual assault, mentions of slavery, blood, mercenaries.

Your lungs are burning, it feels like you’ve been running forever, the injuries you’ve sustained and the blood loss impeding your progress, and you’re certain it’s broken ribs and not just the exertion that’s making your breathing more difficult as you just run. Various flora brushing and scratching against your skin as you just move forward, you just need to keep moving forward. You will run until you die if that’s what it takes, you won’t be touched again now you’ve finally managed to escape. No matter the pain, the dizziness, and the fear, the anger was dwarfing it, and you would kill yourself before they had a chance to get near you again.

Din put his helmet on, there was noise in the distance, several voices, harsh breathing, someone was running and someone else wasn’t happy about it. He put Grogu in his cot and closed up the Crest before making himself scarce, the defence protocols on the crest would keep the kid safe and he’d do the rest. From his vantage point he sees a battered, semi-clothed woman burst through the treeline, it piques his concern, but his priority is Grogu. She beats on the crest, screaming and wailing for help hoping someone was there. When she lets out a horrific cry laced with fear, exhaustion, and frustration his heart breaks a little for her, but he has no time to think about an approach as four men rush into the clearing. Mercenaries? No, they’re not polished enough. Spice runners? Slavers? Probably the latter Din thinks to himself. Whatever they are, they certainly aren’t playing hide and seek. They’re armed and threatening, warning the woman she’s going to be punished severely for getting away.

“You think we’ve hurt you so far?! It’s nothing compared to what we’re going to do to you now,” The first man sneers as he approaches the woman slowly like he has all the time in the world to enjoy the look of fear on her face. When he suddenly comes to a stop, he lets out a soft chuckle. “What are you doing with that?!” he asks about the knife she has suddenly drawn.  “You can’t fight us!” he gestures to the three other men with him.

“It’s not meant for you,” your voice barely shakes, you had already prepared yourself for this eventuality. Part of you can feel the blissful release it would bring you, no more pain, no more suffering, no more existence, just absolute peace.

The steel and resolution in her voice shocks Din as he watches the scene unfold, a shaking hand holding the vibroblade to her own throat. He can’t let this continue, it was clear the four men were not a threat to him, but he didn’t want to think about what they must have done to her for her to prefer dying by her own hand than have them anywhere near her.

The man laughs derisively “That won’t stop us, I’ll make sure you choke on my cock as you bleed out,”

You’re not the only one shocked when a single blaster bolt fells one of the men, and it’s followed by a strange silence as everyone works through their confusion until a fully armoured man was suddenly engaging them in a fight. He moves with more grace than it looked like he should possess in such cumbersome armour, with what seemed like a single blaster and pure strength he dispatches them in minutes.

You are rooted to the spot, left dumbstruck at the turn of events, not having the cognitive capacity in your current state to cope with what you’re witnessing.  When he turns his attention to you, you’re immediately stumbling backwards. The pitch-black visor and steel helm give nothing away, was this the fire after escaping the frying pan?! His blaster was already holstered but you’d seen what he could do with his bare hands.

Seeing the terror in your eyes Din decides to halt his progress. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he raises his hands in an open gesture.

The modulated voice seems genuine enough, but putting it mildly, you’re hesitant, and your gaze shifts to the knife still in your hand.

“Don’t,” It’s one word, spoken gently, but there’s no mistaking the firmness and warning laced through it, and you stare back into the void of his visor.

Din waits for your gaze to return to him before approach again, speaking softly, keeping his tone encouraging. “That’s good, just keep looking at me, no one is going to hurt you,” he moves slowly. Your eyes are wild, your features a mix of pain and fear as he suddenly realises, you’re trying to hide your body, the clothes you wear in tatters.  “You’re hurt, I can help,” he was only a few steps away now and you were beginning to seem a little more together, eyes a little more focused, hands a little steadier.

“You’re a Mandalorian,” you finally manage to construct a sentence that makes it out of your mouth.

“I am,” you watch as he crouches and slowly starts pulling at the cape round his neck, your eyes are glued to his fingers working deftly to free the material, you’re almost expecting the attack; instead, he holds out the cape towards you and gets a little closer. “Here, use it,”

After a pregnant pause you snatch it from his grip and wrap it around you, it’s warm and feels as impenetrable as his armour. Tears begin to breach your eyes as you eke out a small word of thanks.

Just as she seems to start trusting him there are shouts from the trees. The panic rises in your eyes, and your chest starts to heave.

The Mandalorian crosses to you in a couple of strides and holds your upper arms firmly.  “They won’t hurt you,”

It sounds like the sweetest promise, and you believe him.

“Looks like the little slut has found some help,” the voice sets your teeth on edge.

The Mandalorian doesn’t say a word as he slowly turns to appraise the men with the blank stare of his visor. To you he suddenly seems impossibly broad, a wall of armour you’re shielded by. It’s the safest you had felt in months.

“You should leave,” his voice betrays nothing, not anger, not disgust, it’s not even threatening. You’d come across some cold people in your life, but this was something else.

Din sees their uneasiness, so he uses one of his best intimidation tactics, silence. As they appear to be reassessing their current situation, Din knew he wasn’t going to be letting them live. As soon as they’re distracted enough, looking at each other not knowing what to do Din sends his whipcord out dragging one to the ground before focusing on the others. Blaster fire rings from his armour like fireworks as he takes them all on.

You’re distracted from the scene in front of you by the guy on the floor as he starts shouting obscenities at you, what he was going to do to you, all manner of filth and vitriol spewing forth from his ugly face twisting as he was freeing himself from the whipcord and crawling towards you. Where it comes from in that very moment you don’t know, you fall on to your knees lunging towards him with your vibroblade in both hands; you almost land on top of him as you plunge the blade into his chest. He splutters and gurgles on the blood rushing up his throat and you lose yourself, screaming and stabbing wildly, knife plunging repeatedly to the hilt with every stab downwards.

At the sound of your screaming Din turns his blaster already trained on the guy on the floor but he was dead, very dead, possibly one of the deadest people he had ever seen, and you were still trying to kill him.

Your screams turn into sobs as your strength suddenly abandons you, and you feel yourself lifted off the ground and away, what little strength left in you utilised to kick out.

“That’s enough…that’s enough!” the Mandalorian speaks firmly as he wraps his arms around your entire upper body as your legs flail, failing to make contact with the corpse. Instead, your final act was letting out a blood curdling scream, and another one for good measure.

With them all dispatched Din wonders for a moment what you have been through, he can take a good guess; as your body becomes limp he loosens his embrace and sets you gently on your feet, watching you for a moment as you drag air back into your lungs. He drapes the cape around your shoulders and tells you he’s opening his ship. “I’m just getting my bacta kit,”

You summon enough energy to give him a resigned nod as you survey your blood-soaked hands, a leaden feeling slowly spreads through your body, so you put yourself heavily on the ground, quickly being reminded of your injuries.

Returning with the bacta the Mandalorian starts treating your injuries and you wonder how much of the blood is yours. He works in silence, allowing you the mental space to think.

“Is it wrong to be glad he’s dead?” you talk to the air not expecting an answer.

“No,” Well, it was concise, but what makes you look at the man that came to your aid is his tone. Simple, straightforward, no judgement. You start to watch him silently clean your wounds, he’s surprisingly gentle, and you wonder why your skin isn’t crawling at his touch. A few moments pass before you realise it’s because you don’t feel anything anymore, nothing except the sting of the bacta and cold breeze making you shiver.

You whisper “Thank you,”

[sounds-of-some-day]

Broken Bones Heal, Broken Hearts Don’t

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Rating: T

Summary: “What do broken hearts have to do with this?”

AN: Written for the 2022 @stevetonygames for Team Marry, for the broken bones square, with the color of the year palette challenge (specifically The Star of the Show Pantone color of the year palette). 

~.~.~

“Tony, what the hell was that all about?” Steve asked, storming into the workshop. 

“JARVIS, I thought we were supposed to be on lockdown,” Tony said, ignoring Steve completely.

“You gave Captain Rogers override codes six months ago, sir.”

Oh, that’s right. He did. Tony sighed, tossing the screwdriver he’d been uselessly trying to maneuver with his left hand down onto the counter in front of him.

“Well?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes into that disapproving stare that bordered on being a smolder. God, seriously, how did he do that? How did he manage to look so angry and so sexy at the same time? Honestly it was completely unfair, given how often Tony was on the receiving end of that anger-smolder.

He’d at least taken time to change out of his uniform this time, so on the scale of anger-smolder to scowl, Tony guessed he was solidly somewhere in the middle.

“What’s up, Cap?” he asked, tearing his eyes away from the way Steve’s white sand colored t-shirt stretched tightly across the broad muscles of his chest. Why exactly did he insist on always wearing t-shirts that were at least one size too small, again? Not that Tony usually minded, but he wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace at the moment to deal with his unrequited feelings towards Steve. 

Honestly, he wasn’t really in the right headspace to deal with any of this right now. He was tired, verging on exhausted. His right arm ached from where it was encased in the boring black – sorry, Anthracite black, whatever the hell that was – fiberglass cast that SHIELD had provided him with, and his mind was still slightly foggy from the pain pills they had given him.

“You ignored a direct order in the field,” Steve said, his voice remaining steady and even, face still firmly in anger-smolder territory. 

“Yeah, well, I made the better call,” Tony replied, keeping his gaze focused on the petrified oak island counter in the center of his workshop. 

“You put yourself at risk, which puts the rest of the team at risk, and now you're injured and out of commission for who knows how long.”

“Six to eight weeks,” Tony said, and there was an edge creeping into his tone. “It’s not really a mystery, Cap.”

“Tony.”  

“Why can’t you just trust me?” Tony snapped, finally meeting Steve’s stare. “Why can’t you trust my judgment?”

“I need to trust that you’ll follow my orders in the field,” Steve said, still keeping his voice calm, though his face was creeping closer to the scowl side of the Anger-Smolder Scowl Scale (trademark Tony Stark). “I need to know that I can rely on you to do the things that I’ve asked you to do because all of my other orders hinge on you doing what you’re told. I can’t constantly be second guessing whether or not you’re going to follow an order.”

“I need the ability to make decisions on the fly,” Tony said. “Sometimes you don’t have all the variables.”

“I could have taken that hit.”

“Your back was turned and your shield wasn’t up,” Tony said, and he hated that the emotions that he had felt in that moment, the panic, the fear, the sheer terror that he was about to lose the one thing that mattered to him most, all those emotions had started to creep into his tone here. “I knew that my armor could take that blast. I didn’t know that you could. Look, I know… I know that you’re a super soldier but even you have your limits.”

“You made that decision for me, you let yourself get hurt in the process.”

“Broken bones heal, okay, broken hearts don’t,” Tony yelled. 

“What?” Steve asked, his face a mixture of confusion and shock, and fuck, Tony really hadn’t meant to let that slip out. It was these goddamn pain pills, they were making him groggy, making him slip up and say things that he’d been burying deep down for months. 

“I mean, they heal, obviously they heal. But it’s never like it was before. You can always still see and feel the cracks,” Tony said, and now he was rambling, and jesus, he hated how Steve’s expression had turned calculating, like he was trying to solve a puzzle, and he really needed Steve to go back to the anger-smolder because this was one puzzle he didn’t need Steve working out. 

Everyone always said he and Bruce were the smart one on the team, and okay, yeah, when it came to engineering and physics and other academic and applied pursuits, that was true, but Steve was also really smart and he saw and understood a lot more than he was given credit for – especially when it came to his teammates. 

“What do broken hearts have to do with this?” Steve asked.

“Because you’re like the heart of our team,” Tony said, lamely, and fuck, yeah, this was absolutely the worst recovery in the history of ever, this metaphor made absolutely no sense. “I – We need you. If we lost you, I don’t know how well we could recover.”

“Tony,” Steve said, and he started to move around the counter towards him. 

“I mean, I was in the Iron Man armor and I broke my arm, Steve. You could have… you could have…” He didn’t want to finish that thought, didn’t even want to speak it into existence, like he was afraid that giving it a voice would somehow make it happen. 

“Tony,” Steve said, taking Tony’s good hand in his own, and Tony really needed Steve to stop repeating his name like that, and he really needed Steve to stop crowding into his personal space like that, and he really needed Steve to stop looking at him with that searching gaze like that. Because he knew, he just knew, that everything that he’d been hiding, everything thing that he’d been keeping to himself, all of the emotions, the affection, the admiration, the adoration, and the love, it was all right there, plain as day on his face, and if Steve kept looking at him like that, Steve was going to see it, and that was just not something he could deal with right now, on top of everything else. 

Steve pushed a lock of hair from Tony’s face, his thumb stroking Tony’s cheek. He leaned in. He was close. So close that if he leaned a mere fraction of an inch closer they would be kissing. Steve’s breath ghosted lightly over Tony’s skin, eyes still searching, like he was waiting for permission, looking for any sign of hesitation. Tony wasn’t sure what to do, his mind still reeling from the sudden shift in mood, so he simply nodded his head, because all he could think was yes, god yes. 

Steve brushed his lips against Tony’s parted lips in a far too gentle kiss, soft and chaste, but then Tony’s brain kicked back into gear and he pulled Steve closer, cupping the back of Steve’s neck with his good hand, and Steve opened his mouth, tentatively letting his tongue slip past Tony’s lips. 

It was like the warm sun on a winter’s day, or a cool breeze in the summer. It was everything Tony had ever dreamed or wished. He pressed his body against Steve’s, deepening the kiss until he was weak in the knees. 

Steve pulled back, gasping in a breath before giving Tony a wry smile. “I’m still upset with you, you know.”

Tony grinned in return. “That’s okay. I’ve actually grown quite fond of your anger-smolder.”

“My what?”

“Nothing,” Tony said quickly. “Can we get back to the–” He motioned between them. “The kissing. Because the kissing…the kissing was nice, it was really very… very nice.”

And they did. 

[will80sbyers]

part one

part two

part three

part four

this is the final chapter, part 5!

Enjoy and thank you for reading!! 😊

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They arrived in Hawkins the next day, in the morning. Jonathan decided to make only a brief stop to use the bathroom at a gas station and buy some snacks for the road. All of them wanted to get back as soon as possible, the encounter with Sullivan had left them uneasy.

Will was feeling nervous. He immediately knew that the anger that grew inside him was not entirely his own, but he hadn’t found a way to stop it, and was letting it prevail without meaning to.

It was the first thing he had felt as the van passed the big sign welcoming them back in their hometown. That anger was accompanied by a tingling sensation on the back of his neck. The shivers of fear, that seemed to be a warning against a predator. Will knew in that moment that Vecna was not dead. They had lost.

The shock of that knowledge was soon replaced by the scenery that was all around them. Hawkins was destroyed. Enormous cracks had formed and devoured buildings on their path. People were going around in a frenzy, packing their belongings, and getting ready to leave.

Will looked at Mike, still sitting beside him. It was a reflex, he always searched for reassurance in him. He hated it. He didn’t want to feel like this for him anymore, and he was sick of his games.

He remembered Mike trying to touch his hand in the van and the anger pierced his brain again. How could he do that while El was sleeping near him? What was he thinking? Was this all a game to him? A sick prank?

Will managed to stop that train of thoughts.

No. Mike was not like that. There must have been another reason. He couldn’t start thinking like that, he had to wait for an explanation from him.

These thoughts were not his... it was Henry.

Will still remembered how scared he was when the Mindflayer had taken over his body, how filthy and wrong it had felt. He still had to fight with the night terrors that came after, when he was back to himself. He still, to this day, spent some nights lying awake in bed, thinking about how it was his fault that a lot of people had died. How it was partly his fault that Bob had died. Will was still searching for a way to stop the pain that overwhelmed him in those moments. The guilt of having hurt so many people by making the mistake of not running away from the shadow, was always with him.

Mike turned his head towards him, as if he had sensed Will watching him. They locked eyes for a moment. Will noticed that Mike’s brown eyes were shining, a few silent tears were rolling down his cheeks.

He felt his anger slowly fade away, replaced by sorrow. He knew that Mike Wheeler was going to be the only boy he would ever love in his life and he wished he could carry his pain for him. Will was used to it, he thought, he could bear it for both.

Jonathan took the road that would have brought them to the Wheeler’s home, and no one dared to speak a word until they arrived on the driveway.

…

He felt the shivers again outside the cabin.

The news of Hopper being alive had reinvigorated the moral of the group after they had come back from the hospital to visit Max, but Will knew that the worst was still coming for them. Vecna was alive out there, and they had to find him. They had to kill him.

The particles of the Upside down that looked like ash were falling all around them. Eleven approached him as soon as she saw him touch the back of his neck.

«Will?» she asked.

His mother, Hopper, Jonathan, Nancy and Mike all watched him now, clearly worried and confused by what was happening.

«I can feel him.» he said. «Follow me.»

They walked through the woods until they arrived at the clearing that allowed them to have a view of the whole town. Black smoke rose from the four gigantic cracks that scarred Hawkins. Half of the flowers on the clearing had withered away, the red, yellow and blue colors slowly fading in a burned gray. 

They watched in stunned silence, observing the disaster in front of them, until Hopper decided to break it.

«Let’s go back to the cabin. We can’t do anything about it now, kid.» He said to Eleven. She walked back to her father and his mother, that were already holding hands, and took Hopper’s free hand.

They walked away, followed by Nancy and Jonathan.

Will didn’t move.

«Are you coming?» Mike was standing behind him and lightly touched his hand. That touch alone sent an electric current through Will’s body. He moved his hand away, hastily.

«What the hell, Mike!» he snapped, turning back towards his best friend.

They were staring at each other now. Will was struck by Mike’s beauty; the sun had found a way to reach him despite the black smoke that was filling the sky behind them. Will felt his anger decrease.

How could he be angry while he was staring at a work of art. Mike’s face looked like the combination of mathematical and artistic perfection to Will. His sculpted jawline and pronounced cheekbones had always made him want to draw him. He had tried too many times to capture him on paper, but he was never satisfied of the results. They were never quite perfect as the original. Will came back to himself and saw that Mike had taken a few steps back. He looked hurt and confused, and Will’s eyes started to well up with tears of frustration. They had to talk, he had to ask him.

«Do you think this is funny? » he whispered.

Mike’s confusion seemed only to grow.

«No. That’s not… I wasn’t thinking… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable» his tone was apologetic.

« I’m sorry» he said finally.

«Can I ask you a question?» Will said, and Mike nodded, wary.

«Did you mean it? At the motel… you called me pretty.» Will stared at the ground between them, the blue and yellow flowers were still untouched by Vecna’s curse on the town.

Once he had asked, Will found the strength to look at Mike’s face again and discovered that… his best friend was blushing?

«Yes.» Mike admitted.

«I think I need to go» Will was about to run away, but Mike moved faster, standing in front of him.

«Hey! No. You are not going to leave me before we talk. Please!»

«And what about El, Mike? She’s my sister!» Will raged.

«We broke up at the pizza place, Will.» Mike got closer to him and took his hands. Will was stunned. He looked at their intertwined hands and then looked up at Mike. The other boy was smiling at him, almost beaming from emotion.

He continued. «I broke up with her… because of you. Since your speech in the van… and the painting… Will, I… What you said about me in the van, about me being the heart, it made me realize that I think about you as more than just my best friend. I’m sorry. I thought… I mean, maybe it’s dumb and just wishful thinking, but…. I thought you felt the same about me. I know that El did not commission the painting and… I thought… maybe… maybe you were talking about yourself…. About us.»

Will was in shock. His mind was full of literal white noise.

«I was.» he said.

He didn’t know when exactly his heart had started to beat so fast. He was feeling lightheaded, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

«You were?» Mike’s smile was the final shot through his heart. «Thank god… I thought I was going crazy.» He chuckled to himself.

Will started to laugh too.

«Crazy together?» he said, a few tears were streaming down his eyes.

Mike gently wiped the tears away from his cheek, then he smiled slyly and cupped Will’s face with his hands, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Will’s heart stopped for the second time that evening.

After their first kiss, Mike was watching him to understand his reaction, and Will went in for another kiss. He needed more than that, he needed Mike to be closer. He needed Mike to never stop kissing him.

They kissed gently and then with more passion than he had ever thought a kiss could have. They were both acting like air wasn’t really a priority for survival. Mike broke them apart at one point and just hugged him tightly, Will felt giddy and warm all over. He wanted to stay in that hug forever and wanted to go back to kissing Mike at the same time.

«So… you really think I’m pretty, uh?» Will said, playful and intrigued by the idea of making Mike blush for a second time.

«Shut up» Mike smiled, and they kissed again.

The world they knew before that moment in the clearing had ended, but Will decided that he liked this one much more.

He would fight to keep it, no matter what happened next.

[beyondspaceandstars]

The Sleeping Situation

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: minor mentions of blood, minor (non-descriptive) violence Summary: You finally convince Bucky to sleep with you in the bed, as opposed to the floor, but you find it doesn't exactly go as smoothly as you had hoped it would, leading to some taunting emotions and revelations. A/N: This one went over pretty well on ao3 so fingers-crossed y’all enjoy too! idk how different audiences are - i just like sharing my work :)

Masterlist

You had finally convinced him. After weeks of hints and attempting, he had finally placed himself beneath the duvet, snuggled up right next to your body. 
It was something close to a miracle. Bucky had been sleeping on the floor for as long as you could remember. It had become really something you accepted — like clockwork, after watching a show or movie in the bed, he’d let you doze off then untangle himself to go to the living room.

When you first moved in, he didn’t think you really noticed. He’d always be up before you anyways, nothing seeming out of place but as if you possessed some sixth sense, you could always feel Bucky’s arms leave your waist as he went to retire in the living room.

During attempts at bringing up the bed, Bucky would dismiss it, saying he just hated how soft it was. He couldn’t get comfortable. He wasn’t used to it at all. And while you didn’t doubt this for a second, you still felt something deeper worries had been brewing.

You had decided to start small by having Bucky stay cuddling after your nightly movie viewing. You two would lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, mindlessly talking about whatever was going on with your days. He seemed at peace with this until your eyes started drooping. Within seconds, the grip on your waist would vanish and he was heading out.

It was fine, though, since you had your moment together and he had found some way to relax in the bed. While you never wanted to push him, you wanted him at least content.

The next level was napping. After work, nearly every day, you’d announce you were laying down for a nap and ask Bucky if he was tired. Usually, he’d just shake his head. But one day he looked absolutely spent and wordlessly followed you into the room. A thrown arm around you loosely, he was able to get some shut-eye…for about 15 minutes. Soon he was uncomfortable and placing a kiss on your cheek, following it with a recoil of his touch. Still, you were taking the win and slowly but surely, the time spent napping would go up. Days bast but eventually he was up to an hour in the bed, napping peacefully.

When he finally decided to take the step to join you for a full eight hours in the queen-sized bed, you were quite shocked but easily overwhelmed with joy.

The movie had just ended and you were closing the laptop when Bucky left the bed. You frowned, watching his figure disappear to the bathroom, worried he was already backing out before cuddles and pillow talk. But you didn’t say anything and instead got comfortable on your side (well — the whole thing could’ve been your side at this point).

As you drifted off, a heavy arm snaked its way around you as you felt the other side of the bed dip. Blinking your eyes opened, you looked over your shoulder and was greeted by a nervous-looking Bucky staring back at you.

You turned to face him and asked, "Everything okay, honey?"

He nodded, "I- I’m going to try- try sleeping here if that’s okay."

Your eyes beamed as a smile you couldn’t suppress made its way to your face. "Of course," you said and placed a good night kiss on his lips. "Sleep well."

"You too, doll," Bucky mumbled and placed another kiss on your forehead. You curled up into him, feeling that he got more relaxed and his heartbeat went steady, drifting off to sleep.

***

Shaking. You were disrupted by something…shaking. Violently. Your first thought as you blinked, waking yourself out of your dazed sleep, was that a spontaneous earthquake was happening.

Except once your mind adjusted, it didn’t take very long to realize the mattress was the only thing shaking — and was the result of Bucky twisting and turning in fear next to you, lost in a nightmare. At some point, he must’ve untangled your cuddling bodies but thankfully that allowed you to sit up quickly, not trapped under whatever was happening.

You watched him, quite stunned to see Bucky thrashing around uncontrollably as whatever images and scenarios took over his brain. You didn’t really know what to do. All your brain could focus on was getting him out of his own thought. You needed him to calm down and know he was perfectly safe.

"Bucky?" You mumbled, your voice scratchy from the tears and fears creeping up. He didn’t react, only whispered some words to himself that you didn’t understand.

You hesitantly reached out for him, placing an experimental touch on his shoulder. He didn’t react at first so you called out his name again and tried shaking him. That was apparently not the right move because the next thing you knew, you were being flung off the bed, the side of your face against your bedside table on your way down. You landed ungracefully on your side, groaning at the unexpected pain.

The fall must’ve been loud enough because the next thing you could comprehend was watching the bed and seeing a very confused and dazed Bucky sit up. He was looking around the dark room, sweaty and anxious. When your eyes met, any color left in him faded. You could practically see the gears turning as he realized what he had done. You on the other hand were still quite surprised by the incident, simply choosing to stare at your boyfriend, watching him scramble off the bed and kneel at your side.

"Doll?" Bucky asked right beside you but his voice sounded so far away.

Taking some deep breaths, your shaky hand came up to your cheek as you felt something wet. Looking at your fingers, it was a sad mix of tears and blood.

A hand being placed on your shoulder made you snap back. You jerked away, turning towards your boyfriend. Bucky was practically frozen watching you, hands in the air, as you rushed to put space between you two.

Realizing the consequences of your actions, your heart sunk and you began apologizing. "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, trying to furiously wipe away the tears and blood. "I- What happened? Are you okay?" You situated yourself to sit criss-cross in front of him.

"Am I okay?" Bucky shook his head in disbelief. "Are you okay? I- I’m sorry. God, I don’t even know how to apologize for this I am- I am so sorry, doll, I didn’t mean it. It wasn’t me, I swear, it- I had a nightmare and I just- I don’t know what happened." He was rambling, body shaking as he didn’t know what to do. Where to begin. How to explain. His mind was torn as a part of him wanted to hold you… And the other part wanted to leave you forever, utterly terrified of himself.

"Yeah, you seemed a bit upset," you mumbled, trying to hold your hand to your scraped cheek. Bucky saw your struggle and darted to the bathroom to get a washcloth, offering all he could as his words were failing. He handed it to you then took his seat again on the floor.

You dabbed your skin, checking the cloth as the bleeding slowed down. You weren’t sure what to say, either.

"I didn’t know what to do," you finally whispered, looking down at the carpet beneath you. "You were shaking and tossing and- and I just wanted you to wake up. To know you were fine. You seemed so scared-,"

"Alright, alright," Bucky mumbled, cutting you off as he saw you beginning to get worked up. Your body was shaking now as you recalled the last few minutes. The pure suddenness and terror that took over the room. He placed an experimental touch on your knee and, thankfully, you didn’t jump away. "You were fine, doll. This isn’t your fault. I- I knew I wasn’t ready to sleep with anyone and I got ahead of myself and now… Look what happened. God, what have I done?"

His jaw clenched as he spat out the words. You jumped slightly.

"Bucky, you didn’t mean to-,"

"But I did it," he said. "I hurt you and now I think maybe this just isn’t…" He faded off, his hand leaving your knee. He turned towards the bed as you tried searching him for anything, any answer.

"James, don’t." You shook your head. Bucky’s head whipped back to you as he heard the anger, the seriousness, in your voice. "Don’t say whatever you’re going to say. Let’s just go back to sleep and we can figure stuff out in the morning."

Bucky bit his tongue. He just nodded at your request, seriously not trusting his words anymore. He had half the mind to walk out, disappear into the world without you, all in the name of keeping you safe. And like the mind-reader you could be, you knew it. You saw it in his entire demeanor. He was practically planning an escape route at that very moment.

You two finally stood up from the floor. After disregarding the washcloth, you found your way back under the duvet. Bucky wordlessly gathered a blanket and left for the living room, knowing very well this bed was going to be the last place he fell asleep for a long time.

"Bucky," you called out as you were turned away from him. He stopped in the doorway. "To talk in the morning you have to actually be here."

He didn’t respond and instead just nodded his head as if you could see it. Then he promptly exited the room.

While the bleeding had stopped, the tears weren’t as you only heard the sound of Bucky walking to the living room.

***

Bucky was there in the morning and you talked — you. Only you could formulate words as difficult as it was while Bucky sat across from you. The guilt, shame, the exhaustion, all of it was painted on his normally sweet face.

You had told him you were fine, were feeling better. You were going to be okay. You understood the bed situation and wouldn’t pressure him into sleeping anywhere he was uncomfortable. You just desperately wanted him to be okay, to feel safe and happy in this space with you. Bucky just nodded along as you began attempting to write out a plan in case that had happened again. Nothing seemed to bring a true conclusion but there was at least the idea that there’d be no more touching of either person in their sleep, at least for the time being. It crushed you both, but neither of you commented.

He didn’t really offer much input besides agreeing with your points. Every other word out of his mouth was "sorry" so much so to the point you had to beg him to stop it.

He mostly just listened which you generally would enjoy from any man but in this case, you knew it gave his brain time to wander. Probably still planning how he would get himself out of his. But you didn’t want him gone. He was practically the perfect significant other in every sense. No one had ever treated you with such kindness and respect. Showered you with romance and kisses. Surprised you with date nights and flowers. You were just at a bump in the road and you didn’t want to get stuck behind it so easily.

Few days had passed and stuff seemed to be edging back towards normal. He had begun even holding your hand again, just a gentle touch to work his way up, reminding you greatly of when you first started dating, but you were welcoming it all with great patience.

You were standing at the kitchen counter cutting up vegetables for dinner when Bucky came home. He had a therapy appointment that day and usually emotions could be all over the place when he came home. Some days were good, some days everything would get under his skin.

Today, though, he seemed just… fine. He came in quietly and planted a quick kiss on your cheek before grabbing a beer from the fridge. He asked if you needed any help and when you shook your head, he went over to sit on the couch, watching whatever reality show you had mindlessly playing.

Moments passed and you had just begun sautéing the cut-up veggies when Bucky spoke, cutting through the silence quite surprisingly.

"I told her what happened," Bucky said softly. You froze, eyes trained on the skillet in front of you. His therapist. He had told her.

"Oh?" You asked, silently cringing at your stupid response. Neither of you had exactly brought up the incident since that morning after. And if anyone was going to resurface it, you had assumed it’d be you, so hear him so casual was making your heart pound.

"Mhm," he hummed. "I told her my first reaction was to leave."

"Bucky-,"

Footsteps started towards you, stopping at the little kitchen bar. You could feel him watching you as you tried focusing on the cooking produce. Your breath started to get caught in your throat, so much worry and concern washing over you.

"She wanted you to come in one session," Bucky tapped his fingers on the counter. "So we can talk."

You frowned and finally turned towards him. Worry was splashed everywhere on his face. Your heart practically sobbed. "Bucky, we did talk about it."

He shook his head profusely. "No, you talked," A beat. "I stood there like a statue, thinking of ways to leave you. Ways to get out of this so I’d never had to see that scared, upset look on your face ever again. So I’d never have to cause you any more pain than I already have. But I’ve come to realize I can’t do that because I love you too much and I- I can’t run away from you or anything. I’m going to try… No, I will make it right."

Your heart sank at his confessions. He loved you — a word he had never explicitly said before. A four-letter word he had never stood there and outwardly said. You let out a light sob and went around the kitchen counter, throwing your arms around his neck. He was shocked at first, maybe even a bit unsure, but you weren’t letting go, he realized, until he held you back.

"I love you, too," you eventually mumbled between the tears. You pulled away slightly, keeping your hands on his arms while his hands rested comfortably at your waist. Just feeling his touch had you melting all over again. "We’re going to be okay, Buck. It’s going to be fine."

He nodded, his eyes searching over your face as the scrape on your cheek was just still barely visible. It was going away fast but he didn’t think he could ever unsee it. "You’re right, doll, we’ll be okay. I’m working on it."

You gave a small smile. "You can’t be perfect, Bucky."

"Maybe not," Bucky shrugged as his hand found its way to your face, caressing your unharmed cheek. "But I at least gotta try to be perfect for you."

You sighed, leaning into the loving touch. Looking in his eyes you could kind of see that it truly was going to be okay. He looked so passionate and dedicated when he stared at you like you were it in the world. The only thing there. It made your soul sing and you hoped he saw it in you, too. "You are, honey. You already are."

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Denki, Dabi and Bakugou in a secret relationship

Request: hii!! i loved your post about the secret relationship being exposed and i was wondering if you could do the same for dabi bakugo and denki - anonymous

Um this was supposed to go up yesterday, I had queued it but tumblr decided to just deleted. Oh well. I hope you like it you guys even though its a day late. This was fun to write. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: some sexy times mentions, fluff

Kaminari Denki

-Kaminari is an idiot.

-I don’t even know who you’ve managed to keep your relationship a secret.

-90% sure the whole school knows and just pretends to be oblivious. 

-Anyways.

-It kinda bothers him that he has to keep it a secret. 

-He wants to scoop you up and spin you around in the hallways, hug you after a really rough training session with Bakubro, kiss you when you are being extra extra cute. 

-Plus he wants to brag to the other idiots for getting a girlfriend first. 

-But alas he respects your wishes and tries to keep it all under wraps. 

-Your parents are pro heroes and have warned you about the dangers of dating since you are their kid. 

-Villains wouldn’t hesitate to threaten you with your significant other if it means they’ll get to your parents. 

-So now Kaminari is stuck sneaking in your dorm late at night only to spend a few hours with you and give you as much kisses as he can fit in the little time you have. 

-Surprisingly he has kept it a secret for almost a year now. 

-No slip ups, no marks on his skin after a spice night, none of your clothes could be found in his room whatsoever.

-Apart from his usual flirty nature towards you, there was nothing that could indicate that you two were an item. 

-Now being in your third year, things had gotten rather serious with your hero works.

-Most of you if not all had been working along side a pro hero for the last year or two but that didn’t mean they would take you in after high school. 

-Every student had to wait for the acceptance letter from the agency or an agency in general and they would be set for their hero work after school. 

-You had been working with a hero agency since your first year and you were pretty happy. 

-But the pro hero you had been with decided that after you were done with your hero studies, he would retire leaving you with no agency to boost your career after school. 

-Kaminari was as devastated as you were.

-He tried comforting you as much as he could, extra hugs and kisses, more snacks and movie nights, anything to help you cope with the fact that you would be back to the starting line once school was over. 

-He hated seeing you cry. 

-Then the unthinkable happened. 

-Mt.Lady was a well known hero and one with a desired sidekick position that no one seemed to really fill. 

-You had just helped her stop a major villain attack tricking the villain and capturing him before he could do any real damage in the area. 

-To say that Mt.Lady was impressed was an understatement. 

-She contacted your hero agency and asked if you had already signed a deal with them.

-You can see where this is going.

-When you got the notice from Mt. Lady’s agency you were over the moon and so was Kaminari. 

-He was so happy that the person he loved the most was finally getting what she deserved. 

-He had dragged you to the janitor’s closet to give you his personal congratulations, catching the attention of a certain red head.

-He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, his arms keeping you as close as possible, flush to his chest as he peppered your face and neck with feather light kisses. 

- “I’m so proud of you babe!”

-You tried to keep your giggles on the down low to no avail since Kaminari’s goal was to make you laugh. 

-For a long moment you didn’t care if someone found you, you were so happy and so comfortable in Denki’s arms that you didn’t want to leave the closet and go back to your hidden lives. 

-Then you saw the light coming from the door, getting ready to lightly scold Kaminari for leaving the door open when you made eye contact with Kirishima......and Mina ..... and Sero..... and somewhere in the far back with a pair of ruby red eyes.

- “Babygirl is everything alright?”

-He hadn’t seen them yet, then he followed your line of vision and the man has never yeeted you out of his arms faster in his life.

-Your friends just stared at you in complete shock for a full minute before Bakugou broke the silence. 

- “Oi you own me ramen Kirishima.”

Dabi

-With this guy I’m not surprised that you managed to keep it a secret. 

-Oh no no no.

-I’m surprised you managed to get him into a relationship.

-It wasn’t easy though you would give him that. 

-You were part of the LoV of course and well you didn’t really take any of their shit. 

-The only person you respected was Kurogiri and that was borderline pity. 

-He had to babysit a 20 year old killing machine with issues, many issues, many many issues. 

-When Dabi approached you with his signature flirty and I-only-do-one-night-stands-babygirl attitude, you being the idiot that you are took the bait.

-The LoV knows of yalls nights together but they only thought that that was it.

-Dabi slept around and you were a really attractive person. 

-Plus they knew you both were bored so sex was, to their eyes, the only solution. 

-What they didn’t know though was that Dabi was starting to catch feelings and soon enough he hated seeing you remotely talking with another human being. 

-Then that fateful mission happened and the deal was sealed. 

-You were spying on Overhaul and his lackeys, hidden in his underground lab watching as they went around doing stuff.

-Then you heard a childish scream and it was the first time Dabi saw fear flash in your eyes. 

-You turned around following the source of the screams absolutely ignoring Dabi’s protests and threats. 

-It was like you were in a daze and Dabi felt the terror sink his claws in his throat as you passed by so many of Overhaul’s members nearly getting caught. 

-When you reached the glass door that led into Eri’s experiment lab, he saw the color drain from your face and your knees buckling. 

-He caught you before you hit the floor dragging you away from the lab door despite the fact that you clawed at his coat to put you down. 

-He felt his shoulder getting wet and that’s when he saw the tears that were falling freely down your cheeks. 

-He had managed to calm you down long enough to convince you to leave before you got caught but luck wasn’t on your side when one of the lackeys spotted you. 

-Dabi was a few feet away from the exit, becoming reckless at the sight of freedom not noticing the masked individual pointing his gun at him. 

-You noticed though. 

-And you got in the way, pushing Dabi to the ground as the quirk cancelling bullet pierced your side leaving you to fall to the floor with a grunt and a strangled pained moan.

-The next few minutes were a blur.

-Dabi didn’t remember how he got you out of there or how he was now on a rooftop with you pressed flush against his chest as the affects of the bullet made you tremble. 

- “Shh doll, shhh. I’m here I got you.”

-He knew your trembling was not entirely because of the bullet, he saw how your eyes glassed over at the sight of Eri back in the lab and he knew that this had something to do with your past. 

-He used to get the same glassy eyed look on his face when he would see Endeavour on the news shortly after his “death”.

-Things changed after that. 

-He didn’t take you to the hideout that night, he brought you to his apartment where he helped you clean up your wound and calm down. 

- “I know it’s not my place to ask but what the hell to you happened back there?”

-When you explained what you’ve been through and how those screams brought back things you thought you had long ago buried, he was left gawking at you. 

-For some weird reason he believed that you were just a brat who ran away from home on some rebellious whim. 

- “Ugh what am I saying? You don’t give a damn! Why did I even-”

- “Touya.”

- “What?”

- “My real name is Touya, I-I wanted you to know.”

-Sharing a heart felt night analyzing your past trauma with someone you sleep with is one way to get yourself into a relationship.

-You both agreed to keep it secret and you did keep it like that for a long time, a very long time. 

-The LoV never truly found out. 

-Some had their suspicions sure, Mister Compress had even made a bet with Toga but you two never gave them any further hints apart from the constant paired up missions you went on. 

-The only one who knew was Kurogiri. 

-He had caught you two spending the night together on a rooftop, all cuddled up together your hands intertwined as you looked up at the stars. 

-He was getting back from an emergency snack run when he saw the familiar glow of Dabi’s blue flames and your characteristic giggles. 

-He never said anything and when Dabi came to him to ask for some pregnancy facts, he knew that he truly loved you. 

-No one ever knew and no one will ever know. 

-Unless the run into you two in five years while you’re out for a walk with your son. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Sparky sparky boom boom man is a lil bitch.

-Don’t try to argue you know that too. 

-You just need to accept it.

-His way to approach you was by insulting the living shit out of you before making you reach the tip of an anger fit. 

-He knew how to press your buttons and it made you fume. 

-You had to give it to him he was hella attractive and his true personality shined through his faced at times. 

-And so did his worry for you.

-You got together after his kidnapping. 

-He suffered from nightmares after the incident and one night he came to your dorm, trembling and cold sweat running down his spine. 

-He had no idea why his feet led him to your room, he just knew that you were now wrapping him in a fluffy blanket and putting on a Disney movie as you hugged him so so tightly. 

-He slept over and the next morning he confessed. 

-Actually you both confessed but those are useless details. 

-In reality it wasn’t even a confession with words. 

-You both woke up facing each other, your noses touching and I don’t know who leaned in first but next thing you knew you were kissing his hand cupping you cheek while the other intertwined with yours. 

-Keeping your relationship a secret with this one is easy. 

-He is still being a lil bitch to you and you are still sassing him back.

-Behind closed doors he is kinda sweet and caring not a lot though because even with you he has to uphold his reputation. 

-After some time though he calms down and is a cuddle bug. 

-Like he will tackle you on the bed the moment you close the door to his dorm, restricting any movement until he is satisfied with the cuddles. 

-Baby even said ‘I love you’ first awwww!!

-He was so shy about it. 

-Anyways.

-That’s a story for another time. 

-He doesn’t really care about keeping it a secret anymore. 

-He’s low key tired of hiding. 

-Much like Kaminari he wants to kiss you whenever he wants, hold you and hug you till you can’t breathe after he gets back to the dorms after a rough patrol with his hero study. 

-But oh well the cat isn’t out of the bag yet and you being third years now you couldn’t really do something about it. 

-You spend so much time with him that you would think that some of your classmates would like sniff you out. 

-But no.

-They all dumb af.

-You would spend a lot of time with him and the Bakusquad since your first year so they just think you’re really good friends. 

-Todoroki kinda knows but he doesn’t at the same time. 

-Some mannerisms remind him while he was in a secret relationship before Momo found out but then he sees how Bakugou treats you just like any other person so he is really confused. 

-More confused than usual. 

-Now you got outed by the man himself. 

-Bakugou is not good with jealousy. 

-Jealousy and Bakugou should never go hand in hand.

-You were talking to Mina in class, leaning on the desk behind you. 

-Your skirt had ridden up show casing your thighs making Bakugou think back to some noises you made a few nights ago. 

-If he got hard he would blame you and he would be extra pissy. 

-He was enjoying the show though. 

-He watched you like a hawk.

-The way your body leaned back making your legs straighten and flex slightly or how he could see the hickey he had left right at the base of your neck the other night that you’ve tried to cover with make up. 

-He could see it because he knew it was there, to an outsider everything was normal. 

-He was jolted out of his daze by Mineta’s voice. 

-And the sound of your name on his lips. 

- “Look at Y/N’s thighs! She could suffocate me with those legs and I would thank her!”

-Kirishima smacked him upside the head trying to shut him up. 

-Kaminari was slowly escaping the scene because he saw the small sparks in his friend’s hand at the comment. 

-He chose life. 

-Mineta though didn’t stop. 

- “I could lose myself between those legs. Oh the noises she must make.”

-Now what happened next is a huge question mark. 

-The end result however was Mineta almost being blasted out the window and into space and Bakugou almost popping the vein on his forehead. 

-You had to get in between them and try to calm down your boyfriend. 

-Most of your classmates had long forgotten Mineta and his whining and had zoned in on your hands on Bakugou’s chest or on his arm that had wrapped around your waist in an attempt to push you behind him. 

- “You ever dare speak my girlfriend’s name I’m blasting you to the next dimension.”

- “Katsuki please calm down it’s fine.”

-Legit you both forgot that your relationship had been a secret for the past three years. 

-You floated back into reality when Present Mic himself asked. 

- “YOu TWo aRe aN iTeM?????”

-Chaos ensued and a crap ton of explanations. 

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The Bride

There’s something about knowing you’re going to die that's peaceful, even if at first it isn’t. There comes a pint of acceptance, when the fear and anger melts away and you’ve decided, ‘ yeah okay, this can be it,’ and you stop fighting.

I was there. I had accepted my death, welcomed it, because death would be softer, more gentle, than life. But fear? Fear can make you do anything. Fear is what was pushing my toxic blood through my collapsing veins, fear is what made me run faster than I had my entire life. Fear is what made me fight for a life I had prayed to have ended.

My mother had left early, travelling to some doctor to try to save us. She hadn’t accepted our fate. She wanted to live. When she returned it was nearly dusk, and something was wrong. One of the maids had rushed into my room, torn me from bed, frantically trying to pull me from my room.

“We need to hide,” she said, voice small and uneven. “There’s a monster in the castle, please Miss!” A loud crash bellows from the foyer, followed by a scream, emphasizing her point.

“My mother-” I start, allowing her to tug me along as I glance towards the stairs.

“Please, I’ll explain after, we need to go now,” She pleads, stress bleeding into her tone as more screams and an odd squishing sound saturates the air. We make it to the door when I hear a familiar laugh from below, causing me to stop short and whip my head around. It was my mothers laugh. Sensing my hesitation my maid all but shoves me through the door, hard enough to make me stumble and nearly fall from the force.  “That isn’t your Mother. My Lady, she-she isn’t the same.”

Another loud crash echoes and the sound of heels on the staircase spurs her into action as she darts into the room, closing the door hard and fast, seemingly uncaring about being heard. The maid, one of our newer girls Marie, latches onto my arm and leads me over to the window. I lean against the wall as she throws open the curtains and yanks the window open, trying to catch my breath. Just as she turns back to me something bangs into the door, shaking it.

“Go go go, hurry,” Marie urges, helping me over to the window. Fortunately she knew the layout well enough to pick the one room from the third floor that was right above a balcony that leads to the courtyard. “The snow will help break your landing, you’ll be okay. I’ll be right behind you. Please Miss, we need to go.”

Whatever it was slams into the door again, and it audibly cracks. At this point the terror coursing through me pushes me to start out the window before the maid even reacts. A third, final crash hits the door, splintering it as I’m nearly out, shocking me, causing me to jolt backwards.

My stomach drops as I do, hitting the snow below me hard enough to knock the wind out of myself. Marie gets one leg out before something latches onto her and tears her back inside the room. Her scream is short and resounding, filled with fear. Faintly I hear her beg before there’s an odd crunch and she falls silent. The wet slopping sound following the quiet is what then shakes me from my stupor, clambering to my feet.

“Y/N, daughter, where are you hiding?” Mother’s voice calls out, calm and melodical as it always is. “Come on out sweetheart! I found the cure!” There’s something different about her voice, like it’s coated in slime. Through large gasping breaths I manage to stumble back to my feet, shaking cold from the snow. I turn towards the stairs, glancing back up at the window I fell from as I try to quietly move forward. A hand curls its way over the window sill, promptly followed by a second.

“Ah, there you are darling, what are you doing out in the cold!” She calls, leaning her torso out, causing me to gasp. She is nearly covered in blood, her eyes seem like they’re glowing, and if it weren’t impossible I would swear she had grown. “Here, let me come get you.” And then she’s gone, heavy steps fading as she walks. Whoever that was, the maid was right, it isn’t my mother. With every ounce of strength I have left in my body I force myself to start moving, having to go slower down the stairs so I wouldn’t fall on the ice, but speeding up as I got to firm ground.

I nearly make it to the gates of the courtyard when I hear her call out to me again, sounding far closer than should be possible.

“Where are you going, daughter? I have a wonderful gift for you,” She says, snow crunching under her step as she draws towards me. I risk another glance behind me and I cannot stifle the sharp gasp the sight tears from my lungs. It is true someone is following me, but there is no possible way that they could be my mother. They wear her face, and have her voice but they can’t be her. My mother was nothing short of perfect, always made up and dressed finely, hair pinned, clean and stunning. This person? This person looks like a monster.

They’re practically giant, clothes torn and bloodied, eyes alight, hair wild and talons extending from their fingers. The sight alone spurs my steps faster, breaking out in a sprint as I whip my head back forwards. The creature behind me releases a scream of rage as it begins to follow me, its steps shaking the ground beneath its feet.

“Get back here now!” It shouts, but I don’t stop, I push and push and push, even as the air in my lungs starts burning and my legs start shaking. I haven’t left my home in years, having barely left my room in that time, my surroundings now unfamiliar, having changed in that time. A corridor that used to lead out now is blocked by a wall, no paths leading out, effectively trapping me.

I turn to try to run out, to try to get away, but it’s already there, stalking down at me.

“I raised you better than to ignore me.” It seethes, shooting a hand down at me, slamming me back against the stone. “You’re lucky you’re my daughter, you know. It’s how I know this’ll save you. Like it saved me.” It smiles then, a familiar smile, the one my mother used to give me when I would start feeling better. A comforting smile, but one that is short lived as its face begins to change. A shudder to black courses down from its head, down its arm and directly at my chest where it has me pinned.

The substance rapidly seeps over my torso, warm and sticky, growing up my neck, down my arms, and no matter how much I try I can’t get away, I can’t get it off. And then it starts burning, the pain so intense my vision blacks out. I’m faintly aware of the pressure being removed as I slump backwards, clawing at my skin trying to get it to stop. A soft shushing sound trickles through the air, so quiet I nearly miss it.

“I know darling, I know. You’re okay. It’s almost over, and then you’ll be like me. We can be together, no more pain. Just let it in.” The voice says to me gently. “This part was the worst for me as well. You’re much stronger than I was, you’d suffered so much more. You can hold out a moment longer, and then you’ll see.”

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[idontknowmyownmind]

Fanfic ideas which are obviously Mammon centric. I never include MC because I'm not that fond of a story that has oc as it's main character.

An effective old curse(?)

There is an old curse that will kill a demon if it is planted on them. To use it, they need a lot of sacrifice (not souls or any of that kind) that is really hard to get because the curse will 100% work. When you have already collected all the important things, the curse can be sent like a voodoo thing and the target will not realize it until the next day. It started with some kind of mark on their wrist and it began to travel to their body. Depending on how long the sender wants it to completely work, the curse will spread at a certain pace a day.

Someone who got this curse will slowly but gradually will started to feels tired fast and lost their senses. Before the day they are supposed to die, they will become an unresponsive person. Not paralized type but more like someone who lose all their senses type.

So, there is a witch who wants revenge on Lucifer by sending the curse. But unfortunately the curse got sent to Mammon instead. On the first day, he doesn't even know about it. He found out about the mark on the second day when it already covered his right lower arm. But Mammon being Mammon doesn't think much about it and doesn't know what it means.

Mammon knew about the curse two days after. He and his brothers are having a movie night, something that happens once in millenials. The rowdy type, Mammon, Asmo, and Levi, have their little quarrel. Asmo tried to attack Mammon with a pillow but slipped and pulled Mammon's top, exposing his right arm.

The other brothers who happen to look also don't know about it and asked Mammon if he got tattoos. But Mammon just looks at the mark confused and says bewilderedly that he is not and this mark just appears out of nowhere. He swears it was just covering his lower arm but how it suddenly covers his right arm, he doesn't know.

Lucifer is the only one who knows about the curse and how to recognize it. So he is surprised and dread following after when he looks at the marks on Mammon's right arm. He suddenly in front of him, startled not just Mammon but also the others, and grabbed Mammon's arm and inspected it. There is no doubt that it is that curse.

Apparently he grabbed it too tightly because Mammon started to complain and said that if he is angry because he thinks it's tattoos, he swears that it is not. But Lucifer ignored him and said that they needed to see Barbatos in a clipped tone. Still not letting Mammon go but loosen his grasp.

(Let's say that Barbatos is a master of curse.)

"Wow, wow. I don't think we need to, it's just weird marks. I'm sure it's gonna gone before I know it"

Lucifer hissed and glared at him. But not like his angry one, there is something else in his eyes, tone and body languages, something urgent and unreadable.

"Don't you know what this mark means?! You're gonna die!"

"Huh?" Mammon's brain shut down and his face was blank.

The other looked shocked. Asmo tried to laugh it off, saying that Lucifer was just joking. But when Lucifer doesn't react and is still in a staring contest with Mammon, his smile drops and fear begins to creep on him.

Series of activities happened and they are on their way to the castle. Lucifer began to intrograte Mammon and got little to nothing important information because Mammon himself doesn't even know a single thing.

The brothers also ask questions and Lucifer answers as far as he knows. Fear envelopes everyone while Mammon tries to joke to light up the atmosphere but gets an angry yet worried death glare from his brothers that shut him up.

When they arrive and explain what they knew, they get the heart breaking news that there is no way to lift the curse.

Some ruckus happens and they decide to find a way to lift it with the help of Barbatos and Diavolo. The curse spread faster than they imagined and on day five it almost covered all his upper body.

In those days, Lucifer, despite wanting to spend his last time with Mammon, just can't stop his research because every second matters.

Satan who usually would rather somewhere else than with just Lucifer always by his side to help.

Asmo and Levi make sure to always have Mammon in sight.

The twins always find time to cuddle Mammon.

Mammon was scared but also frustrated with his brothers. He tried to reason that they don't need to neglect themselves just for him, which got them mad, saying that he is more important that got him speechless.

He just let that happen but even he knows that it will be futile.

The possibilities are endless and I'm not sure where and how I want it to end. But one thing for sure is, in the end Mammon died.

Kind of like a sleeping beauty AU

• The brothers are currently at the party hosted by Diavolo

• After some time, Mammon came to the garden.

• In the garden are Levi and Satan who start to feel suffocated inside with all the social shits.

• With Mammon there, surely it's not gonna be a silent situation.

• He teases, argues a little and does things older siblings would do to their little ones.

• As you know Mammon is the fastest demon, and it seems that even Diavolo and Lucifer won't be able to catch up with him if he wants to.

• Mammon is secretly protective with his brothers, yes it includes Lucifer.

• He senses some malicious intent toward one of his lil bros.

• (My hc) Some of Mammon's power is about time. He's the fastest and he also can manipulate time and make it slower or faster w/o others notice, which is handy most of the time.

• He makes sure to use his power in a small radius, not too far to notice Lucifer or Diavolo but enough to prevent anything that may happen to his lil bros.

• Faster than they can blink, Mammon pushes Levi away.

• Levi yelped and Satan was also shocked by the sudden harsh action. It seemed like Mammon used a little bit more strength than intended.

• Levi looked up angrily from where he pushed off and was ready to throw some harsh words toward Mammon.

• All the words died in his mouth when he watched Mammon crunch down, arms hugging himself, with two arrows stuck in his back.

• He whimpered and hissed in pain when the arrows seemed to glow and disappear in every second along with weird and old looking sigils starting to appear on his body.

• Without a second thought Satan throws the book he's been reading and kneels beside his brother.

• He tries to call him but Mammon ignores everything. He also tried to take the arrows but couldn't and tried to solve what the sigils mean but it's the first time he saw something like this.

• Levi who kneels in front of Mammon tries to make him focus on him but to no avail Mammon's eyes just keep being between focus and unfocus.

• When the arrows completely disappear, the sigils glow a little as if sealing something in before disappearing completely and Mammon slump toward Levi.

• One thing imprinted on Levi's brain is how he saw a completely pure fear in Mammon's eyes before they turned dull.

• Levi froze in his place and when he snapped out of his daze, Satan was already cradling Mammon's lifeless body.

• Satan had Mammon's head pressed on his chest and that's when Levi saw how his usually lively and energetic brother looked like a soulless doll.

• His body looks like a doll that has no string to keep them up and his eyes are dull and lifeless.

• "Levi!"

• Levi looked at Satan who looked at him with apparent fear in his eyes and startled a little because right now, Satan looks like an innocent little kid who doesn't know what to do.

• Although he may be one of the smartest among the brothers and the fourth strongest, he is still the youngest of the brothers.

• "Levi, do something."

• He must be crazy because Levi can hear a hidden plea in his tone.

• It's slow but when Levi finally catches up with the situation, that he should be the one who is in Mammon's position and his brother just saved his life, fear and a sheer terror rush to him at full speed.

• He is afraid for his brother's life, afraid that he may lose him, that because of him he'll never be able to see his idiot but lovable brother anymore.

• He starts to shake Mammon awake, do anything he can, shouthing, but he won't bugger even a little. The only movement of him is the sway of his hair because of the wind.

• Levi doesn't know since when he clutched Mammon's shirt and pressed his forehead on Mammon's chest whilst he cried and shouted incoherent sentences in hope Mammon would wake up and laugh, telling him that it was just a prank.

• For the first time since millennials Satan felt lost.

• He always pride his knowledge but right now he feels useless because he just can watch when his brother suffers, died, in front of him.

• Hearing Levi crying and calling for Mammon, Satan couldn't hold his own tears as they began to stream down his cheek while he tightened his hold on his dear brother.

• It seems that their ruckus attracted some demons who were near the garden and they were smart enough to call their other brothers.

• Satan is silently glad because he swears he will tear them apart in anger if they just stand around and watch while they don't even know what is happening.

• In his mind, he vaguely knows that he needs to get the others but he doesn't want to leave Mammon's side. He's afraid that if he lets him go he will disappear forever and it looks like Levi is not doing any better.

• So they just wait and try to wake Mammon or just think, as much as their hazy mind can, what just happened and what they can and need to do.

• When one of the demons in the party comes to Lucifer, he doesn't really pay them any mind.

• He thinks that they may want to talk with Diavolo or Barbatos like the others before.

• Lucifer and his brothers have been Diavolo's companions since the middle of the party.

• What he didn't, never, expected is the demon talk, inform him that his brothers in the garden make some ruckus.

• When he heard the word white haired brother, the first thing he thought was how Mammon caused trouble again, in Diavolo's party no less. He felt irritated.

• But it melted away quickly as it came when he heard what was said after.

• Two of his brothers, Levi and Satan, weeping, shouting something while crying. Satan.

• And how they hold Mammon because something happened to him.

• He didn't hear what was said next because in a second he was already on his feet and hurriedly walked to the garden.

• There is foreign feeling in his chest and he registers it as fear, he feels his stomach drop.

• His mind ran miles for what had possibly happened.

• It better not be some kind of prank or he's gonna be mad.

• The other brothers, Beel wake Belphie when he senses that something is wrong, along with Diavolo and Barbatos who also hear the conversation following him.

• What they saw in the garden is an unexpected thing, something they thought would never happen.

• When Satan sensed someone closer, he held Mammon closer protectively and snarl at them.

• For the first time he is relieved a little when he sees his brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos.

• With tears still streaming down, he looks at Lucifer and says, "Lucifer, wake him. Wake Mammy, please"

• Mammy is Satan's nickname for Mammon, the only brother who he gave an affectionate nickname to, because he's the one who took care of him the most back then.

• Lucifer is trying his hardest to compose himself because he needs to keep strong for his brothers.

• Asmo went to Levi the moment he arrived and sowed tears when he saw Mammon lifeless eyes.

• He tried to call him, shakily, but got no response.

• He almost went into hysteria seeing his brother state.

• While Lucifer checks on Mammon, Asmo hugs Levi who keeps muttering that it was his fault and how it should be him in Mammon's place.

• Beel and Belphie tried to calm Satan.

• They don't cry but Beel looks close to losing it while Belphie tries to stay strong for his twin too.

• Lucifer's heart clenched painfully when he held his, first, baby brother in his arms, lifeless. It brings back all the bad memories of the past.

• Not a minute after arriving and assessing the situation, Diavolo commanded Barbatos to have all the guests come home.

• Diavolo always admired Lucifer for his calm and collected composure.

• But right now, he can see him slowly losing it the longer he holds Mammon.

• Diavolo knows, everyone knows, despite the fact that he equally loves all his brothers, he always has a special spot for Mammon, the second eldest.

• (Skip because I don't know what else I should write in this scene.)

• After Satan explains everything, they begin to investigate the current case.

• Satan may look fine but he drowns himself in books, something that has something to do with sigils and spells, more.

• Levi rarely went to his room and always stayed in Mammon's room. He may as well stay there with how many things he keeps bringing.

• Lucifer locked himself in his room and just went out to the castle to discuss it with Diavolo and Barbatos.

• Belphie, Beel and Asmo tried to help as much as they could.

• Mammon was laid down in his bed like a sleeping beauty.

• They found out that some demons/witches, for whatever reason, were targeting Levi but Mammon took the blow instead.

• The arrows were covered not only by some spells but also sigils.

• What makes it complicated is, the spells and sigils are the really old, complicated and strong ones.

• The ones that existed when Diavolo was a child.

• The fastest way to get rid of it is to wake the Demon King from his hibernate slumber.

• But they can't do that without any risks for the three realms.

• They need to solve it by themselves.

• It takes them hundreds of years (because I think thousands of years is too long... or maybe not?) to figure it out. The brothers, despite their resolve, didn't function really well. They are determined to wake Mammon but there are also times when it's too much for them.

• In all that time, Mammon was shackled down with holly chains to his knee in a dark void with water reaching his waist. Obviously when he wakes up later, his mind will not be in the best place and will be hard to fix.

• When they finally figure it out, Mammon doesn't immediately wake up and the brothers keep searching for what might be wrong.

• What they don't know is that awakening is a slow process. First, he's going to start to be aware of what is happening around him in his sleeping state. Then his senses will start to function again. And he will start to move his body.

• No one beside him, as they focus on what they can fix, for two weeks and in those weeks he almost regains all his senses and moves his body almost fully. He was still sluggish and trembling like a newborn deer but he got there.

• The first one who finds him is Levi. He walks in and throws himself on the sofa, unaware of eyes trailing his every move.

• Mammon is still skeptical if it's a reality or just something his mind keeps making up in his loneliness at that place.

• But when he is sure it's real, he brave himself to joke about how tired Levi looks.

• Levi looks startled and actually jumps on his feet. There is no way he's gonna mistake those voices, a bit scratchy for not being used for so long but definitely it belongs to Mammon.

• He stood there and stared at Mammon with wide eyes while the latter waved and smiled awkwardly, "well, it's nice to finally be back?"

• Levi's lips began to tremble and tears flowed freely from his eyes. Mammon who was sitting on the edge of the bed panicked and worried as to why his brother suddenly cried and looked pained.

• Without a second thought and ignoring how his body aches, he slowly but surely made his way to Levi and brought him to his embrace to comfort him.

• He is confused and doesn't know what to do when Levi starts to cry harder and hug him as if his lifeline depends on him.

• He spoke incoherently. And when Mammon heard something about that it should be him in his position, Mammon forced him to look him in the eye. Firmly and seriously, he said that what happened was not his fault and he did it of his own will and will do it many times for his brothers if he needs to.

• Levi laugh weetly and burried his face on Mammon's chest, still hugging him, and called him stupid. Mammon just says that it was because he is the great Mammon after all, boastful and laugh loud and clear.

• Levi missed this. So he let himself in Mammon embrace while the latter rubbing his back and caressing his hair gently.

• After some moments of bliss, Mammon states that he thinks he needs to see the others, especially Satan as he was also the one there when everything happened to him.

• They decide to come out when it's dinner to surprise the others.

• They rarely eat together again because it's not the same but this time the brothers manage to find time.

• While waiting for dinner, they talk about many things but not once talking about what happened and where Mammon might be. They talk and talk, sometimes just sitting there basking in a comfortable silence, like nothing ever happened.

• At that moment Levi realized something, every brother of his has their own role in this dysfunctional family. All of them are glue but Mammon is the strongest glue that holds them together.

• It's time for dinner and they walk downstairs to the dining room. Levi talk animatedly about new games and anime series with Mammon beside him, listening closely to whatever he said.

• When he is more sure that it's not some fuck up thing his mind torture him, he is more confident and want to savor everything. He misses his brothers so much.

• They walk slower than usual because Mammon is still not used to moving his body.

• The others brothers who already seated began to hearing Levi loud and antusias voice, something they do not heard since that accident

• They are curious as to what the cause of this and who he talk to but then they froze in place when they heard a familiar loud laugh following whatever Levi says

• They look at the door aticipantly and when Levi and whoever he is with arrived in their peripheral vision, they hold their breath

• Mammon stood beside Levi a little awkwardly and waved at them, trying to look confident and choky when he greeted them.

• Anyone would think it's Beel or Asmo who immediately rush to Mammon, or even Satan remembering how he look at that time

• But much to everyone's surprise, it is Lucifer who suddenly stands in front of them and hugs Mammon. He let a shaky breath

• There are many things he want to say, but he manage just to say, "welcome back, little brother"

[dp-marvel94]

Dan Redemption with a twist

So I'm still geeking out over my ask that @stillebesat answered a few days ago, the one where about an upcoming fic. I've been playing around with a really similar idea, with a redeemed Dan fusing with a clone of Danny, for months now.

Here's my idea:

First of all, my preferred version of Dan is basically Danny but evil. He less fused with Plasmius and more consumed his powers so Dan doesn't have any of Vlad's memories. Next, I'm a big fan of the idea that Dan deeply regrets killing his human half and is, for lack of a better word, haunted by the action. It was the first death of his reign of terror, his final chance to turn back from the dark path he was on and...it was his suicide.

Now, Dan doesn't realize any of this for what feels like centuries. He's trapped in the Fenton thermos in Clockwork's lair, alone with only his thoughts. And the knowledge starts creeping in, all that he'd lost, all that he'd done. He realizes that he misses his friends and family and to his surprise, he hopes his younger self saved them. But then he realized that he tried to kill them. And the guilt starts creeping in. The regret follows and he remembers all the rest of his crimes. He doesn't have enough humanity, enough emotional capacity to be wrecked but he's no longer a rage fueled destructive monster.

Then to Dan's shook, Clockwork releases him without a word. The master of time dumps him in the new timeline, maybe a few months after the events of TUE. To his dim relief, Dan finds that his friends and family are all still alive. He watches them for a while, trying to process where he is and what happened. But then he runs into Danny. And things don't go well. It's a rocky start. Danny does not trust Dan at all. He doesn't trust that the older ghost has no intention of hurting his loved ones. Danny is ready and willing to fight and recapture him. The younger's opinion doesn't change until Dan saves him and Jazz during a ghost attack. The two ghosts, at Jazz's insistence, come to an uneasy impasse. Danny will leave Dan alone if the older ghost leaves him and his family alone. Dan isn't really happy about this arrangement but it's better than being trapped in the thermos again and he does have no intention of hurting his younger counterpart or his loved ones.

So Dan concedes. He stays out of Danny's way. He watches. He catches glimpses of his former friends and family from a distance. And it hurts. Dan feels out of place, disconnected. This isn't his time, isn't his place. He's stuck on the outside looking in... and this timeline already has a Danny, one who didn't make the aggresous mistakes he did. And those mistakes... the guilt's still there but like all other emotions, it's dim and distant. That's how it's been since his death, with every emotion but rage. But still, Dan does not like being on the outside looking in. He needs to do something else with himself, find some place he can belong.

Then Dan remembers Vlad. He had gone to the older half ghost after losing everything. And... Vlad had tried to help him. Separating the then halfa at his request had been a horrible idea but Vlad had been trying. Vlad did care about him. And.... the man must be so lonely now. Lonely like Dan himself is.

It's something of a wim but Dan goes to the older halfa. And at first, it's a surprise to Vlad and then seemingly a dream come true. Here in front of him is a version of Daniel who wants to stay by his side willingly. This Dan is more powerful and experienced than his younger counterpart, though not as experienced as Vlad. The young man is willing to be taught and all he seemingly wants is companionship. Yes, it would be a dream come true except...

Dan will not tolerate any of Vlad's shit. He will not be used to hurt anyone ever again. He will not take part in any of Vlad's schemes against the Fentons. It's a high price to pay but the older man backs off. Vlad is content to not be alone and have a chance to convince Dan to work with him.

So Dan stays with Vlad. With the older man busy with work, Dan has free reign of the mansion for most of the day. In some ways, it's nice. Away from Amity Park, there's no temptation to check on his former loved ones. His longing for a life he can no longer have is diminished. Vlad's mansion provides ample distraction, in the library, the game room, the gardens. But... the days are long and often lonely and the nights... they're even worse. The large building, empty and quiet, it's too much like a time Dan wishes he could forget. The memories are stronger now. After the fiery explosion...weeks of weeping in his room. Somber diners with Vlad where he couldn't force himself to eat. Waking up from another nightmare.

Without his humanity, the grief isn't as soul wrenching as it should be. But it's ever present, the memories on repeat. And there is little to break them up. As a ghost, Dan cannot sleep. He cannot eat. He can't truly feel the sun on his face or the comforting chill of the water on the pool. All physical sensations are dimmed.

And Dan starts to realize, it's excruciating. He feels incomplete, like there's a gapping whole in his chest. The memories of his own death, seen from the outside, return. His own icy blue eyes wide with fear and pain. Red blood spattered on his face. It's horrifying. Or it should be. If Dan could muster up more than the dimmest shadow of the emotion. But he can't, because the part of him that could died 10 years ago. And... this is wrong. He is wrong.

He should have died completely as himself, as Danny Fenton. He shouldn't have watched his death from the outside by his own hands. He shouldn't be this half being that couldn't even be bothered to die properly.

Dan stews, a forgotten anger growing as he longs for something he'd once wanted rid of. His human self, his Fenton, his humanity... he wants it. He wants to be truly, completely himself again. He wants to be whole enough to fade, to move on.

But that is the problem with ghosts, especially one like him. They do not change. They do not move on. As much as Dan acts like he is older, like he is different, he is not. He's the same angry, broken teen that he was ten years ago. And he will never be anything else.

Dan rages, trashing Vlad's training room. Soon enough, his anger is spent and the young man comes back to his senses. Dan huffs in frustration and annoyance at himself. He'd rather enjoyed Vlad's training room and now the man himself will likely be cross with him. Dan does his best to put the room back in order and find something else to do.

But the pain, regret, and longing linger. At some level, Dan thinks he's being ridiculous. All his former loved ones are alive. Dan isn't alone. He has Vlad and the ability to determine his own future. This world wasn't ravaged by his hand. His mistakes have been erased. He should be free. Except...

No, his mistakes are not all erased. His own death returns to his mind over and over. He shouldn't think about, he shouldn't dwell on it but...

One day, Dan goes down to Vlad's secret lab. He knows he shouldn't. This is such a breach of Vlad's trust but... this is were it happened. The young man stares at the metal table. If he was capable of feelings cold, he would shiver. There, where he was pulled out of his body. That wall, he cornered his human half there, the boy cowering in fear. There, that control panel was spattered with his own blood.

Dan wishes he could cry but he's not human enough for that. He's not human at all. But he wishes he was.

Startled by the thought, the full ghost turns away. He shouldn't wish for things he can't have but... no. Dan's eyes flicker around the room, looking for small differences from his memories. Some of the equipment is laid out differently. There are different samples on the shelf and... that door wasn't there before.

Dan walks through and finds... metal and glass chambers in different degrees of construction. A few are filled with ectoplasm and there in the back... if Dan had a heart, it would stop. There in a clear pod with a breathing mask over his face is...Danny Fenton. No, that's not right. This isn't... this isn't his timeline. And his younger counterpart is in Amity Park so....

Dan frantically searches Vlad's computer, his notes for answers. Clones. Vlad had been trying to clone his younger half ghost counterpart. In the tube... clone 3. Fully human. Suffered mental decline from 2 weeks gestation and eventually brain death a month later. Body kept alive by machines since... the week Dan arrived.

Dan wishes he could feel shock. He wishes he could feel relief. From the data, this was the first attempt that even resembled something human. The others were by all measures animals, in no way sentient. And it appears Vlad hasn't continued working since Dan came to live with him. But still...

Dan confronts Vlad, asking about the experiments, about the clone kept on life support.

"I could not bear to pull the plug." Vlad answers, surprisingly sober. "I'd hoped his condition would improve." There is a far away look in his eyes, a longing. "I tried everything I could think of to stop the degradation but..." The older half ghost shook his head. "I'm continuing to monitor 3's status." There was a pain in Vlad voice. "I fear he won't live to see the outside of his chamber."

Vlad was in denial, Dan thinkd. This clone is gone, like his own human half. The heart still beats, the lungs still breath but...

He shock his head. "Before you approach me, I consider...if I could create a viable, ghostly clone and coax the spirit to hybridize with the body..."

The idea was ridiculous and he should be disgusted, hearing all Vlad had done, what he had planned but...

"That is all in the past now." Vlad finished sadly.

All in the past like the loss of his own human half. He shouldn't wish for things that he couldn't have but...

"I'm a viable ghost..." Dan could barely believe the words coming out his mouth. "Not a clone but... I am without a human side."

Vlad is staring at him like he has another head, something which Dan was sure he did not currently have. "Daniel...are you suggesting... what I think you are suggesting?"

Was he? It was ridiculous, impossible. He could not replace his human side by... possessing an animated corpse.

"No. I am not." Dan denied. "Forget I said anything."

Vlad gave a nod, dropping the conversation. But Dan did not forget. This idea... it was wrong. It was impossible. He couldn't be made a half ghost again. But...

The temptation. If anyone could get it to work, it would be Vlad. And if it did...the ghost floats to what had been his bedroom and laid down. If it worked, he could sleep. He could eat. He could go out in public with human. It would necessarily be a replacement for what he'd lost but...

No... this was wrong. This was basically a clone of himself whose body he wanted to steal. But... was it really? This was an empty body, no mind, no soul. It was mad science but... Dan was already the product of mad science.

And if it worked, not as an overshadowing but a hybrization... he could truly age, he could grow passed what happened. And he could feel more than the pale shadows he could now.

The next day, Dan asks Vlad for what he wants.

"Are you sure?" The man asked. "This could have unknown consequences on your body or your mind. You could even destabilize."

That gave Dan pause. This might not work. He might end up in unknown pain or even fade but... "this is worth the risk."

The pair work together, planning and experimenting. They give the body transfusions of Dan's ectoplasm. The younger ghost practices envisioning himself as a halfa again. He prepares himself.

"I will need to reduce you down to your core." Vlafd says solemnly.

Dan places his existence in Vlad's hands. After blowing off seemingly endless amounts of energy in a desolate portion of the Ghost Zone, the older halfa repeatedly shocks him with the Plasmius Maximus. Dan's body pops out of existence, leaving his core exposed.

As just a core, there is no sensation. No input. No output. It's terrifyingly like being in the thermos again. Dan knows he is being moved. Vlad is doing something to him but... there is nothing and too much at the same time.

Dan can not process. He is cradled. There is something beside him, something around him reaching out. Something is changing. He is changing. It is too much. Dan loses consciousness for the first time in ten years. It is not sleep. There is no dream. He can think one moment, separated from the world. And the next...

He is under water. Something is beeping. He feels light but heavy. Cold but warm. His center is fluttering, something straining and pounding. An emotion. Something that might be panic or fear suddenly rises in him, crashing over him as a wave. An equally panicked voice comes from in front of him. Then there's a sting in his neck. Sting? Pain? Pain, it's been so long since he felt pain. And... his neck? He has a neck again. Dan blacks out again.

The young man comes to again. There is still something beeping near his head. He's not under water now but laying on something soft. Soft and warm. Warm....Dan can feel that. His breath hitches. Breath... he feels lungs move on his chest. And...he feel heavy and warm. Something... something happened. He can't remember what...

Dan's eyes flutter open, falling on... Vlad.

The man's eyes met his, relief flashing across them. "Daniel." He sighs. "How do you feel?"

"Feel?" Dan crocks. Is that... is that his voice? "What...what happened?" The ghost (?) thinks he might know. "Did it work?" He whispered.

Dan's voice... his voice is high, like when he was a younger teen. It should feel strange but...

"Take a look." Vlad says, offering him a mirror.

Dan reaches forward with a shaking hand. His hand... it's not gloved, neither is it blue. It's.... he stares. It's a pale peach color like... his hands are smaller and thinner....

"Daniel." Vlad interrupts. "It's alright." He holds the mirror up and...

Dan meets blue eyes. His own blue eyes. Eyes he never thought he'd see again except on someone else. His eyes water as he reaches towards the mirror. "It worked."

His new heart is aching, a thousand emotions hitting him. Joy, happiness, relief, grief, guilt, regret. All of them are bigger, nearer, more real and soul-aching than it's been in years. He should be upset. He looks and sounds like a kid again. But... "I'm alive."

He is alive. And it is a joy. A gift. A promise. He will not waste this second chance.

The newly remade halfa is crying and...it's never felt so good.