#he's eternally melting and reforming

[purple-goo-writes]

Brain it's 5am let me fucki g sleep

Sooo you know all those Amity was displaced into the DC universe when returned after Pariah's defeat aus? What if that happened but alittle more extreme?

What if when it returned, Amity was in the middle of the ocean?

Danny is a protection spirit, one with a huge heart and completely OP even by the time he fights Pariah. He's going to do something drastic the split second that he realizes Amity is in the ocean and it is Sinking. The land that had been transported with the town is breaking apart. Buildings are crumbling and people are panicking.

His People are screaming to be helped.

So he does. He dives under Amity and channeling his still developing Ice/space Core creates a pillar of Never Melt Ice from the Sea Floor to Amity, cradling the floating town and filling the cracks. Only to do this, to keep his town safe, Danny is in the center of the Pillar.

And well there are Consequences to this, for one Danny's Core is in fluctuation between settling as an Ice Core or as a Space Core. Thus the Land and the People are changed, their Protector sacrificed himself to become their City/Island essentially. His Core Shattering and Reforming a second time with this Sacrifice, though the Reforming is taking time. During that time, Amity has become basically the Center of Bermuda Triangle in the DC universe. Space and Time warped around the partially Frozen island. The inhabitants changed by their extreme contamination from their Heros Sacrifice and the Ghost Zone, as well as becoming Eternal Beings. Amity is now a Frozen kingdom of Ice and Stars.

And is only discovered by the JL due to their Creator finally Reforming, thus the turbulent connection to their new reality has Stabilized.

[badaziraphaletakes]

Today's catch, fresh from TikTok

Okay this one actually hit one of my pressure points.

(Content warning for hell and religious trauma and so forth).

This is the thing I'm most afraid of. That Crowley running off to Alpha Centauri wouldn't mean he would die.

Huh, I hear you say?

Well, you see, there's a fate much worse than death. The book of revelation says that "Satan's angels" will be tortured forever in a lake of fire after the second coming.

Cheery.

Now, that book doesn't appear to be the sourcebook heaven's working from (though they certainly have followed it pretty closely thus far). So Idk if that's what Aziracrow think is going to happen to Crowley if heaven lose the great war. (Side note: I have no idea what hell's plan is if they win, but I'm sure it isn't pretty, lol. But I digress.)

But it is POSSIBLE that throwing the demons into the eternal lake of fire is part of the Metatron's plan/"the Great Plan". It is possible Aziraphale thinks that's what's going to happen to Crowley.

It's possible that Azi thinks Crowley hates heaven so much that he is risking the possibility of eternal torture to turn them down, and thinks that he, Azi, is the only one who can possibly save Crowley from that. I am HAUNTED by the thought that Aziraphale thinks that if he doesn't succeed in stopping the Second Coming, that Crowley will be thrown into the lake of fire forever. That's gut-wrenching.

I hope, for Azi's sake, that he thinks that "all" that will happen to Crowley if he fails to reform heaven is that Crowley will die. That's bad enough. The other thing is simply too horrible to imagine.

The thought that Azi has spent the past 6000 years dreading Crowley being tortured forever, and thinks Crowley turned down a chance to escape from that.

That thought makes me physically sick.*

All this is to say, their being immortal (side note that they're not *completely* immortal - they can die by hellfire/holy water respectively, and some angels and demons died in the Great War, and, as discussed, it seems like a safe bet that when the universe melts, Crowley will die) doesn't mean they have a greater chance of being safe and happy together.

In fact, pretty much the opposite is true: being immortal means the kind of fate they could suffer is (literally) INFINITELY worse. It would make Azi having to go back to heaven to try to arrange a good outcome for Crowley even more necessary.

Okay I've traumatized everyone enough for today. This has been a lovely tour of my fundamentalist childhood and subsequent extended mental breakdown. Have a lovely evening.

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* I have to hope it's not this. Because personally I don't think Crowley would let Azi think that, even at his most angry. (The thought of Crowley letting Azi walk away thinking he preferred death to going back to heaven with him, rather than pointing out to Azi that the offer to go back to heaven was a trap and he was going to wind up dead either way, was bad enough as it is - my God! Seeing that absolutely gutted me.) And I don't think Crowley would have risked their ever associating *at all* if Azi falling meant he would potentially be tortured forever too.

[phr3ia]

Fragmented Glass (Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 14 : Promise]

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the bed. You stirred, your eyes fluttering open to find Satoru watching you, a smile playing on his lips. His arm was strewn over your waist, the other hand stroking your hair gently.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." Satoru greeted as he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Wake up, we have a lot to catch up on." he said, his playful side returning.

"What do you mean?" you asked, feeling confused.

Satoru paused, his smile growing warmer as he gently nudged you to sit up. He reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer, and pulled out a small pink box. "Well, I wanted to give this to you last night, but I guess I got a little too carried away." He said sheepishly. His fingers trembled slightly as he opened it, revealing a delicate infinity pendant necklace.

"This is for you. Last night was special, and I want to remember it and everything that comes after. I want to be bound to you, in a way. I also want us to symbolize our bond, an eternal one, like the never-ending loop of infinity." His eyes met yours, the tenderness in them melting your heart. Carefully, he took the necklace out of the box, clasping it around your neck, adjusting it until it sat perfectly.

You admired the necklace, running your fingers over the infinity symbol. "I love it. Thank you." You leaned forward, giving him a quick, tender kiss.

"I hope you don't regret anything from last night." he said, his voice filled with worry.

"No regrets whatsoever, Satoru. It was perfect."

Satoru grinned, "That's a relief. I was worried that I might have been a little too forceful, considering this is our first time doing it for real. If you know what I mean."

You shook your head, "No, I enjoyed every second of it. It was incredible."

Satoru's eyes lit up, "Really?" He teased, "Well, if you enjoyed it so much, I don't see why I couldn't do it every night or every morning. Or both. I am the strongest sorcerer, after all." He waggled his eyebrows, sticking his tongue out at you in a teasing manner.

You blushed at his statement , biting your lip as you looked away. "I... I don't mind."

Satoru's cheeks reddened at your response, "Hmm, well, if we do that, I might actually get you pregnant in no time."

"Satoru." you began, your tone growing serious. "The clans... they will try to take our child away, won't they?" You hesitated for a moment, trying to gauge his reaction. "My Clan, yours and the others would do anything to have our child under their control."

Satoru frowned, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I understand, and I promise you, no one will ever lay a hand on you or the baby. Not while I'm alive. I'll eliminate every single one of those people if I have to. I'll rewrite the world for us if I must."

Satoru squeezed your hand reassuringly. "I'll break every chain that binds us to the past. This marriage, this 'arrangement,' as we called it, is over. We're not doing this anymore because of the clans or for whatever reasons. I want to be with you because I love you. And if we ever have a child, it will be ours. No one else's. We'll raise it together, with love and care, away from the prying eyes of those who seek to control us. I promise."

His words held sincerity, and his gaze met yours, filled with such intensity that it left you speechless. Slowly, you nodded, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Thank you, Satoru."

Satoru gave you a tender smile, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "Don't cry, we'll face this together, and we'll make it work. Trust me."

As for the higher-ups, Satoru knew the consequences of eliminating them. He understood that without them, there would be chaos that could lead to the collapse of the order. Instead, he aimed to reform the system from within, hoping to gradually change the mindset of those in positions of power.

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[At Jujutsu High...]

As Satoru strolled into the classroom, he glanced around, taking note of the students' faces. He saw Itadori and Nobara in the front row, both looking like they'd seen a ghost.

"What's the matter, Nobara, Yuji?" Satoru asked. "Did you both forget your homework again?"

Itadori, known for his lack of filter, pointed at the hickey and shouted, "Sensei, did someone bite you last night?"

"I think someone had a little too much fun last night, Itadori." Nobara said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Satoru's hand flew to his neck, his face turning bright red. "Oh, I tripped and fell into a bookshelf." He stammered, his attempt at a lie falling flat.

Nobara snorted, clearly not buying his story. "Right, and I'm the Queen of England." Her laughter was infectious, and even Itadori joined in, slapping his knee.

Megumi, sitting beside Itadori, smirked, suppressing his laughter. He knew better than to get involved in the teasing, but he couldn't resist the slight tilt of his lips. "Oh, and I bet it was one hell of a bookshelf." He chimed in, his tone light and teasing.

Satoru, realizing that he was cornered, decided to change the subject. "Alright, alright. Enough of my personal life. Let's get to today's lesson." He cleared his throat, attempting to salvage his dignity.

The class erupted into laughter, enjoying the rare sight of their usually composed teacher embarrassed. Satoru rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile on his lips, before he started his lecture. Today's lesson, however, would be remembered by the students not because of the information taught but because of the hickey that started it all.

Three hours later, Satoru was in the middle of explaining a complex technique when the door creaked open. He turned his head, expecting one of his colleague's to walk in, only to find you standing at the door, holding a paper bag in your hand.

His eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face, instantly transforming into the caring, loving version of himself that you knew. "Y/N!!!" He greeted, excitingly walking over to you, leaving the board in the middle of his explanation, much to the surprise of his students.

You handed him the bag, "You forgot your lunch." You said softly, glancing at his students.

Satoru took the bag, his hand lingering on yours, before pulling you closer for a quick kiss. After that, Satoru placed a hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the front of the class. "Alright, everyone. Looks like it's time for a short break. Don't forget to practice what you've learned so far." He announced, his tone filled with affection, leaving his students bewildered.

"Dude, Sensei's like a whole different person when he's in love." Nobara whispered, shaking her head at Yuji.

"I'm just glad it worked out for him and his wife. Sensei deserves some happiness, you know?" Itadori replied with a smile.

As the students filed out, Satoru led you to his office, sitting down and unwrapping the food you brought. "Thank you. You didn't have to do this." He said, his gaze never leaving yours.

You smiled, taking a seat beside him, "It's okay. I don't want you skipping your lunch." You said, reaching for his hand once more.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.  I wasn't thinking. It's my first time coming to the campus, and I was so nervous about seeing you in your environment that I completely forgot basic manners. I thought it would be safer if I just walked in without knocking, but that was reckless of me."

Satoru chuckled, squeezing your hand gently. "Don't worry about it. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. And who told you where I was?"

"Nanami-san." you replied "He said you're teaching a class right now."

"Oh, I see." he replied.

After finishing his lunch, Satoru sat back in his chair, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks for bringing this. It really hit the spot." He said, acknowledging your efforts with a grateful smile.

You stood up, preparing to leave. "I'll let you get back to work now." You told him, placing a quick kiss on his cheeks before making your way towards the door.

Satoru's eyes followed your movements, watching as you approached the exit. But before you could open the door, he spoke up, his voice hoarse "Wait!"

You turned around, staring at him with a puzzled expression. Satoru's gaze was intense, his eyes burning into yours, and you knew what he wanted. You walked back to his desk, stopping in front of him.

Satoru's arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap, the heat between your bodies instantly igniting a fire. As you felt his lips brush against yours, you could feel his growing erection pressing against your thigh.

Breaking the kiss, he panted, "You're killing me. I want you right here, right now."

You chuckled, feeling the heat between your legs as well. You leaned in to whisper in his ear, "And what if someone walks in? You'll have to explain to them why your wife is sitting on your lap with your pants undone."

His eyes flashed with mischief. "Then I'll blame it on you. Says you can't keep your hands off me." He growled, his hand teasingly rubbing your thigh.

You playfully slapped his chest. "Behave, Satoru. We're in the middle of a school."

Despite of what you just said, your fingers found its way to the button of his trousers, slowly undoing them. You could feel his cock throbbing against your palm as you slipped your hand inside his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his hard length.

Satoru's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "Y/N..." He breathed out, the desperation in his voice was clear.

You looked into his eyes, giving him a sultry smile, before wrapping your hand around his hardness. It twitched in response, a low groan escaping his lips. His hands gripped your hips, urging you to move, but you stayed still, teasing him.

Satoru's breathing grew heavier, sweat beading on his forehead. "Please..." He whispered, his voice thick with need. You could see the fear in his eyes, the fear of getting caught, but it only intensified the thrill.

You slowly began to stroke him, matching the rhythm of his breathing, watching as his head fell back, a moan escaping his lips. He didn't dare close his eyes, his gaze never leaving the door, waiting for someone to barge in. But you knew the risk excited him.

Slowly, you slid off his lap, your eyes never leaving his. You knelt down in front of him, taking his cock into your mouth.

Satoru's hand tangled in your hair as you took him deeper, his moans growing louder. "No, someone might come in." he pleaded, his voice shaking.

You hummed around his shaft, your hand continuing to stroke him in time with your mouth. A bead of precum dripped from the corner of your mouth, and you licked it off, savoring the taste.

Satoru's grip on your hair tightened, his moans becoming more urgent. "Fuck, I'm close. Please, stop."

You could hear footsteps outside the door, growing louder by the second. You increased your pace, wanting to bring him to the edge before someone caught you. Satoru's moans grew louder, his back arching off his chair as you felt his body tense.

You ignored his pleas, sucking harder, knowing you had him on the edge. Satoru's body jerked, his cock pulsating in your mouth as he came, his hot cum filling your throat. You swallowed it all, making sure to clean every last drop.

Just as you stood up, the door burst open, revealing your husband's students. They glanced around the room before their gaze lingered on Satoru, who was visibly flustered.

But your husband was quick to zip his pants back up under his desk.

"Hi! Satoru here was just telling me about you guys."

"I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to rush inside your class without properly introducing myself." You apologized to Nobara and Megumi, as you smiled at them.

"I'm Y/N, Satoru's wife." you said, smiling at them.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N-san. I'm Nobara Kugisaki." she replied, returning the smile.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N-san. I'm Megumi Fushiguro. It's an honor to finally meet the woman who tamed Satoru Gojo."

You laughed, blushing slightly. "He's not that bad. Thank you for the kind words."

Satoru, still recovering from the events, muttered, "You're embarrassing me."

You leaned over, planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you later, Satoru. Enjoy your day."

"Yuji! Keep an eye on your Sensei, okay? Make sure he doesn't do anything crazy!" you said, chuckling as you left Satoru's office.

"Damn. I didn't expect my wife to have such a wild and naughty side." Satoru whispered to himself, unable to deny how turned on the thought made him.

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End of Chapter 14 🥀...

@kalopsia-flaneur @thatmartinkitten @staruus @miizuzu @haikomaiko

[chaosprinceundivided]

The Khornate-changed prince stared at the other daemon with the most focused gaze. The other sensed the sudden change, already in movement and it was too late. Rulek's wings snapped painfully from their chained hold, the serrated edges flaring with the fracturing bones before he spiralled! Arcs of ichor and blood took flight with heads freeing from their shoulders in one fluid motion.

The Shadow Lord's proxies were nothing compared to a true Chosen of the Four! They were nothing but corrupted puppets. They are nothing! Toys to the Great Game! Rooks to his Knight!

Rulek snatched one of the crumbling bodies, using the Nurglite acid to melt into the enchanted chains and broke free with a flex of his muscles. "End him!" Umrath commanded, one of the Keepers shrieked with their bladed claws yearned to slice the thrall of the Blood God. Stealing another of the daemon princelings' hellsword to catch the thrust meant for his heart, his wings twisting and allowing themselves to be impaled by the coming claws. The Keeper all but throwing themself onto Rulek's wing-blades.

The perfumed ichor spewing onto his black scales and burning hide, boiling and filling his nostrils. Arousal was filling his loins, but it was only a greatening flow of blood. The hammering pain into his skull demanding the eternal edict of the Lord of Skulls.

KILL.

MAIM.

BURN.

Over and over, the words - the maddening mono commandment - was slamming into his brainmeat like nails puncturing into his mind. Eyes almost rolling back as his tongue bled to clenching teeth. Almost forgetting everything, his body was moving on its own. Khorne poured his rage into Rulek, his unwitting vassal closest to the constant annoyance that was Be'lakor.

Kill, Whelp! Spill all of their blood. Give me all of their skulls. Burn all of their folly! Kill! KILL!! KILL!!!

And Rulek screamed to the roaring heavens, "FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" The ground shook and splintered under his feet, tearing the Keeper apart, sending faux-orders and off-colored ichor everywhere with the splaying flare of his wings. His sword whipped and pulled it all back into its reshaping metal, the Slaaneshi retinue lunged first in an instinctive bloodthirst.

Rulek's musclebound arm slashed one way and he whirled the stretching blade, how it became a scourge of blades in crude mockery to their Dark Prince's lash. The Keepers tried to dance between and away, a few crooning and screaming as limbs were caught in the blood-seeking axe-scourge!

One spiralled, its limbs snapping and reforming like a demented Kislevite puppet. The pain of its claw slashing at Rulek's side barely seemed to be noted, only white-hot hatred as he threw himself to clasp his teeth to the Keeper's neck! Their dainty hooves almost tripping to the returning arc of the scourge, one fist crushing at ribs and catching the offending limb to tear.

The other four were bounding, slashing at Rulek as he flailed and spiralled. His tail catching another by the gut, hissing and clashing its powerful jaws with an acidic bite, throwing the daemon about like a dog.

From the earth, an armored fist caught the third and dragged them into the cracking maw of Hell. Ichor spewing out as the Bloodthirster below was rising, bloodletters emerging from the corrupted depths like an infestation unveiled.

[oddyssey77]

Van Gogh - Nico

POV Nico Di Angelo

"Are you alright?" Percy asks as I kick away the HSS box.

"Y... Yeah... I think so," I reply shuffling around a bit. "How about you?"

"I'll be fine." he says begrudgingly. I could tell he had been crying but so had I so I don't mention anything. He looks over at me and softens up a bit, "I saw Tartarus, the council and a memory from when I was a kid."

I wanted to ask what that memory was but I assume he left it out for a reason. Then he asks the question I had been hoping he wouldn't

"What did you see?" 

I grit my teeth

"Tartarus, Bianca and when we were in the labyrinth." I hope that Percy doesn't detect that I had lied about all three of those things and thankfully he doesn't.

I look around and we are still on the hill tied to the rocks except Eurityion is nowhere to be seen. Percy looks down at the schedule and turns his head to mine. 

"I think this is our break time," he says unsurely.

"Great," I say sarcastically, "I am so glad Hades was generous enough to give me twenty minutes off before I get killed." 

I shut my mouth instantly, cursing myself for nearly revealing my secret to Percy

"Come on Nico, you aren't gonna get killed. The worst they'll do is cut off some fingers. It'll hurt like hell but you'll be okay." he reassures me kindly but it doesn't work. 

He begins to look around as if he thinks there is a way for us to escape. I fidget with my ears protectively as I wonder what my father is thinking about right now. I try and ignore the hurt I am feeling. "How could he let this happen to me." I think to myself

"It hurts doesn't it" a familiar voice recites to me.

"I can make it hurt forever." I want to run but I remain chained to this stupid rock.

"Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, Welcome to the game." My mind is transported back to the vision of the tunnel with the golden doors with the insignia on it. It has been worn away and scratched off but it still looked familiar. 

I walk into the room to find a trashed office with desks turned over and blueprint plans scattered across the bronze floor. It looks like a bomb went off in here. In the center of the room there is a hole going deep into the ground. There are creepy vines covering the interior and I know that in movies, creepy vines usually attack you.

"You are in my house now." a shiver rolled down my spine

"And you will remain here eternally. For this is your reckoning."

I open my eyes to find Percy shaking me, trying to wake me up from whatever trance that had been. I decided to tell him about my vision, but not the voice. Something about that voice made me feel like I was in danger. Not Percy, not Will. Me.

"Heya fellas," Eurytion calls as he staggered up the summit of the hill.

"Here comes the rancher from hell," Percy mutters, making me chuckle a bit.

"Are you guys ready for period two?" Eurityion says menacingly then he looks over to me. "I hear this one's got a sharper edge than HSS."

I shudder. I normally wouldn't be afraid of this but I knew that I was going to die, leaving Percy on his own down here. I am not even too sure what will happen if I die. I mean, I am already in the Underworld so am I just going to end up right back where I am now, or go to Elysium, or go to Asphodel or would I remain an ambassador for Hades, just as a ghost instead? 

I think it's the not knowing that scares me most. It almost makes me feel mortal. Almost.

Then a queer thing happens. Eurytion's face begins to become mushy and squishy, like it was melting somehow. Next, his face begins to reform, but not one face two. The same thing starts to happen to the rest of him; the melting the reforming as duplicates. All the way until there is two Eurytions standing before us. 

"You might wanna get that checked out," Percy tells them.

"Or maybe you should," the left one replies, "Because I am like a cancer. I will multiply and grow until I kill you. "

"You're comparing yourself to cancer?" I ask quizzically.

"Cancer is one of the star gods," the right one corrects me, "I am a cancer."

"Three guesses what kind of cancer," Percy mutters to me. I laugh and the Eurytions lose their patience. 

One of them marches over to me and begins to push my rocks closer and closer to the cliff's edge. Once I get over how confused I am by his ability to move the impossible Andromeda rocks, I begin to try and fight it, try to stop him.  The other one begins pushing Percy and his rocks as well and I reach for Percy's hand. I stick my arm out as far as I can, eventually getting a grip on Percy. We try to use our combined force to knock the Eurytions off of us. 

But no matter how hard we try, they just keep pushing. We are only inches away now and we're no longer holding hands for tactical reasons. Then it happens, I lose grip of Percy and feel utterly weightless as I descend toward the foot of the cliff, still chained to the stupid rocks.

Crash! I feel myself fall onto a stack of sand bags in the back of a pick-up truck. I begin to lose consciousness from the fall as I hear the truck begin driving. 

I black out. 

Flashback-

I open my eyes to find myself not in a truck driving through the underworld, instead I am trapped in a memory. One of my HSS memories that had been haunting me for the past year. It was the incident. The one that put Travis Stoll in a wheelchair.

I am sitting on my obsidian bed in cabin 13 and I am filled with a cloud of emotions that I can't even define. I look around and everything is black; the tables, thee ornaments, the decorations, the statues and the walls, it is all dark as nightshade. I feel my head sink into my palms as my eyes swell with tears.

"Nico Di Angelo, right?" a voice says from behind me 

"Yeah," I say, wiping away tears, "Yeah, that's me, I've only lived here for seven months." he ignores my sarcasm however, and instead he focuses on my sadness.

"Are you alright?" the boy says, sounding worried but not very empathetic. I turn to face the kid.

It is Travis Stoll.

I want to reply but my mind is still drowning on thoughts of my life. My life that I hate. I am thinking about who my father is and what that has made me. 

Then I break.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I am perfect right now. But it isn't like you should care anyway. I've heard what they say about me. Everybody either hates me, avoids me, or fears me. So yeah I'm okay."

"Listen, I..." but I cut him off

"Death Boy. Ghost King. Skeleton Summoner. Ambassador to Hades and NOTHING ELSE! That's all they see in me. I've been an outsider all my life! And somehow after all I've done no one even cares to talk to me!"

Before Travis could reply, I find that I have been shadow travelled down to the underworld. At the foot of my father's throne. 

"Stop, Nico. You're embarrassing me." Hades tells me, his voice echoing through the palace, "You're making a mistake."

"I've made no mistake father. What I speak is the truth!"

"I DON'T CARE!" he bellows. "I allowed you to reside in that camp on the sole condition that you would stay out of trouble so end this silly tantrum this once!" 

I open my mouth to shout back at him but I don't get the chance because the next thing I know I am back in my cabin with Travis no longer standing in front of me. I reach out my arm, summoning my stygian iron blade. My heart beats rapidly as I stand myself up and take a good look at the statue of Hades in the center of the cabin.

SLASH

The top half of the statue smashes to the floor creating a crashing noise that echoed across the whole camp. I hear footsteps rushing to my front door but I am not going to let anyone see me like this.

I strain myself as I try desperately to gain control over my cabin.

SMASH

was the sound of the door frame collapsing in on itself, blocking everyone out. 

CRASH SLICE BOOM ARGGH

I am yelling as I reduce everything at my disposal to nothing. The only fraction of my room that has managed to avoid this state of destruction is my framed photo of Bianca.

Then, through the cracks of the broken door, a light so bright shines in, blinding me. The whole front door crumbles because hallowed obsidian is not designed to withstand light as it is formed in the Underworld.

I catch a glimpse of Will Solace standing in front of all the Apollo campers who collectively shone my door down. Percy and Travis rush into the room. In one final attempt to keep them out I throw my sword downward, into the floor of the room, creating a crevasse dividing the room in two. 

But the crevasse was too wide. And Travis couldn't stop in time. He fell right into the chasm and I hear him yelp in pain when he hits the bottom. Percy looks down the hole then looks back up at me resentfully. He no longer wants to make sure I am alright.

My father took me to the underworld that day and kept me there all the way up until the festival which was my first day out.

-End of Flashback.

"Get off me!" I yell as Eurytion drags me toward the operating table. I wrestle against him but it is no use. I look around, in search of Percy but I don't expect to see him anywhere. He will be going to the Poison Maze, not the dismemberment table.

The table is a large slab of rock equipped with surgical equipment and chains. I'm going to be brutally honest; it did not look fun. Eurytion goes to punch me but I roll out of the way and kick him in the shins. I try to find an exit but somehow, this room doesn't have any.

"You're going to regret that!" he bellows, charging after me.

"You're going to regret trying to torture a child of Hades!" My sword appears in my hand and I go to stab Eurytion with it.

SLASH! SLICE! STAB!

Eurytion is strong but he is no match for me and he knows it. I am not the scared 11 year-old kid who appeared on his ranch anymore. I am about to completely overpower him when a force starts ringing in my ears, a chill runs down my spine. I know the feeling. It is the presence of Hades.

SHATTER!

My stygian iron sword that has served me for years crumbles to a million pieces. My father had disarmed me, leaving me defenseless against this rancher. He lunges forward and I back away nervously. I forget to look where I am going and bump right into the surgical table.

I fall backwards landing right onto the surface of it. I try and roll off in time but this table wasn't made from any old rock. It was also made from the rocks of Princess Andromeda. Chains begin to strangle my wrists and ankles and Eurytion flashes me a wild grin. 

"You're making this easy for me kid." he says with a look of anticipation in his eyes that scares me. He equips himself with a large knife and walks over to me. I try and hide myself away from his blade but he grasps my palm with his huge, leathery hands and holds up the knife.

SLASH!

My mind is momentarily transported to the hardest memory of my life. I am drowning in pitch dark water. Bubbles flying out of my mouth. Water filled my 11 year old lungs and I feel a terrible curse stabbing all over me. All except my ears. But It was only a three second glimpse of the memory and I quickly returned to reality

I look down at my hand to examine whether or not any of my fingers were harmed but I already knew what I would see. My serious lack of pain already said it all. My fingers remained. But that only made me more nervous.

"How... is that possible??" Eurytion says, massively perplexed. I stay silent.

SLICE!

I am back drowning again for another few seconds. I feel the same power controlling me. I breach the surface and see a tall figure looming over me. The original ghost king, Minos. 

Once again, Eurytion's knife fails to affect me. He tried stabbing it and slicing it all over my body hundreds of times more but nothing ever happens.

"UGH!" he grunts and slams the sword into the table like Excalibur, "You little runt! What magic is at work here!"

Once again, I remain silent. But I am happy to know that he is giving up which means I may not be killed after all. He is frustrated but seems to get an idea. He leans down to the ground and retrieves one of the shattered pieces of my recently murdered sword.

I try and wrestle free before he attempts to use it on me but the chains remain as tight as ever. He goes for my fingers again and this time he finds some success in his efforts. I feel a pain attack me as a small cut appeared on my finger and it began to bleed. 

Eurytion tried to force it down further, to hopefully completely remove the finger but the cut does not get any deeper. The curse resisted. He went back to his ways of trying all over my body, this time leaving small bleeding slits everywhere. 

Finally, moments before he gives up, he looks me in the eyes, he scans my whole face and an idea seems to appear in his mind. He doesn't seem too confident in this plan, but it seems more like a last resort more than anything else.

He brings the shard of stygian iron right up to my face and begins to trace my left ear with the point of the shard. I wince, preparing myself for what is coming. I think about my life and all of my failings and successes.

I think about Will and how he and I never got a chance. I think about all of my friends; Hazel, Rey-

"OWWWW" I yell in endless pain as my left ear comes clean off, with no resistance like the rest of my body. The pain is crippling me and I catch a glimpse of the doors of death but I am pulled back in some way. As if there is something still holding me to my life. And then I realise. It is my other ear.

"That was fun," Eurytion relishes this moment maniacally, proud in the fact that he has finally found some success. He goes for my right ear and this time, despite the pain still enveloping me, I fight back. I try and use the chains to hit him and actually get a couple lashes in.

But he pulls a chord from beneath the table and I feel the chains tighten leaving me no longer with that advantage. He raises his arm but is stopped abruptly by a voice speaking into the room somehow. A voice I knew. My father's voice

Don't touch the boy! We want him alive! And if you remove both of his ears HE WILL DIE!

"But why, sir?" Eurytion asks respectfully.

Because, you idiot, he bears a curse. And not just any curse, No, this one is special. Nico Di Angelo bears the Curse Of Achilles. 

This chapter is dedicated to Reggie.

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

i need your know your thoughts on fecto elfilis in general bc i lovelovelove your interpretation from what ive seen and i wanna see More So So Bad

AKSYSKJSKS YOU!!! YOURE GONNA MAKE ME BLUSHHH ok ok elfilis thoughts lets seeee

-ive already said this before but i very much go w the interpretation their mind worked like the fermi paradox dark forest theory:theyre extremely paranoid of any other life forms and they see them as nothing but threats to their survival, so they exterminate whole planets therefore conquering them, the good in them was essentially overshadowed by their severe self preservation urges, their failed attack on the forgotten planet and resulting consequences also served as cementing their paranoia that other species are inherently dangerous

-their origins are completely unclear to them and theyve never met another of their own species, they simply came to be one day, tbh growing up as a planet warping alien without anyone to give you an idea of what a moral compass is and whos dangerous and whos not is probably the root cause of them growing terrified of everything and seeing everyone as threats and deciding that means everyone has to die before they can even think of hurting them

-elfilis personality is weird in my view? theyre on a weird line between conscious and having no self awareness, specially when attacking, if actually given a standard healthy environment to fully form it in theyd probably be a bit similar to a (tad mean) child mindset for a while, that did however not happen so their mind ended up splitting in two because it couldnt handle it together anymore after the lab experiments (ayy i found a way to work more plural metaphors into the split), ig in a way you could see forgo and elfilin as the two ways elfilis could have resulted, one grew up in the lab surrounded by people who saw them as a test subject and entertainment source w elfilis memories and the other actually got to bond with others and be treated well

-they did however when lucid (for lack of a better term) (i mean i already headcanon forgo as psychotic so lizzie probably was too) have a bit of an ego issue with being overly confident in how many successful invasions they had done, those were very much power and safety fantasies to them at times

-they can communicate normally w full sentences! thats a forgo exclusive issue having to do w its brain mal forming from the eternity capsule screwing with its reformation and growth from the elfilis goop

-their "species" (its just them theyre the species) are immortal and fully asexual and aromantic, i think their thoughts on gender and pronouns would range from the "we use he/him for him but he doesnt really care" meme to "stop perceiving me i am going to kill you."

-the accident with them was kinda like if you put a hamster in the microwave but instead of exploding it melts into goo.and the result was also their whole ass identity split into two new ones.

-this isnt rly a lis headcanon but i just wanted to bring it up to explain the previous point:the way i see the entire "oops we split in half" accident is their body melted and split, elfilin spent most of that time after escaping as unconscious goop that very slowly throughout the years after the planets population ascended into the stars formed into the the child version of elfilis again, forgo is a deformed overgrown fetus because they tried rushing their body stability with the tube fluids, which instead trapped them as immediately conscious in stasis while their body was stuck expanding the fetus form and not becoming solid at all (i actually see that the reason its right ear is losing shape is because theyve begun straight up deteriorating from being in the tube fluids for over a century by that point)

-a consequence of going w the interpretation forgo and elfilis are separate is theres not much to say abt them bc theyre essentially a character exclusive to the games backstory since their identity died after splitting into two.i miss them </3

[dream-journal468]

So there was this innocent, harmless ghost who was being eternally tortured by a very powerful and cruel ghost. Basically, they were innocent but being punished for rebelling against the evil ghost, or something like that. Thousands of years ago, when the harmless ghost was still alive/human, the evil ghost had turned them into this acidic liquid, it was like tar or molasses but made out of their melted body. Every second that had passed since then, the harmless ghost was feeling the pain of being melted by the acidic liquid.

Anyways, I did something for the harmless ghost, like a favor. I don’t remember why I did that, but they ghost gave me one wish as a reward, and I wished that I could see their true form. And when I saw their true form, it was this weird pulsating flesh thing that was just like screaming and freaking the fuck out. We were sitting on a couch, but he was like this fleshy mass with arms, legs, and a head going in and out of it, melting down and reforming themselves rapidly in random spots.

I forgot then what my original reasoning was behind asking to see the ghost in their true form, and realized they have not been touched in thousands of years, let alone touched kindly so I felt really bad. I grabbed the hands sticking out of the flesh thing to try and calm it down and when I did that it became a normal looking man.

He was still freaking out but much less than when he was in the flesh ball. I didn’t know what to do but I felt so horrible for this ghost guy thinking about how lonely he must be. So I hugged the ghost guy trying to calm him down a little bit and kissed him on his hands. It was kinda weird but it felt like that’s what I should do and it made him calmer.

Then the ghost started getting dragged back to wherever he came from, probably like a spirit realm or something, it wasn’t ever clarified. Obviously he started freaking out again because he was going to be an acidic blob again, so I kept trying to drag him back and keep him as a human for as long as possible.

He was screaming and shit and I really didn’t know what to do, but felt so bad for him. I kept saying stuff like “it’s okay it’s okay!!” even though he was literally getting dragged back to eternal torture for no reason.

After a few minutes of that he got pulled back to wherever he came from and became the blob-tar-molasses thing. The dream kinda wrapped up after that but I still feel so horrible and bad for this imaginary ghost guy. I have been awake for about half an hour and still feel the need to go back and do something to help him. I feel so bad.

[handgiven]

the car turns into a melting pot, the two of them into an alloy, warm and bright as the start to a universe. it's a blink and you miss it sort of situation, yet it seems to linger, yet it seems to encompass seconds, minutes, yet it is theirs and theirs alone, and what passes as a breath from one and into another is kept tucked away into the peripheral vision of existence itself. it's a small forever with which emmanuel cradles mulder's chin, and another miniscule eternity that seems to bounce between their gaze as their eyes do meet.

how silly a request was it for sandwiches? he can still taste the word upon his lips, even as his beloved kisses it away. normalcy so volatile, ordinariness so heavy yet so incapable of grounding them in its gravity as they blink between their twofold means of existence, there and not-there, and also so very much there at the same time. the whole world could melt away and the two of them would remain, the one constant of the universe that the planets themselves would reform around if it came to it.

but it does not. the sky remains in place, and so does the earth, safe for the slow rocking and rolling down its predestined trajectory. the car stays the same, and so do they. firmly together. gently so. emmanuel is still touching fox's face, and still allows himself a little longer, as the back of his hand traces the other's cheek. there's always such wanting between them, such pull for unity, and it resonates all the stronger within the less seasoned one of them. it's warming to see. it's ever so dear.

"how about now?" he nods towards the door, a reminder towards the plan. the sandwiches, the ride out and into the world, to meet the stars. "there are plenty of kisses awaiting us underneath this wonderful sky."

God. It's incredible how much Fox loves Emmanuel. It's like every molecule inside of him sings with every gentle word and touch that the angel graces him. He could stay in this moment forever. He could stay staring into Emmanuel's beautiful brown eyes for eternity. He could rot in this car with him until the end of time and he would be happy. Just to linger in this moment just for a little longer.

I love you too. I always will.

The request for sandwiches goes unheard for the time being. They'll get there. They'll get there. Right now Fox needs to kiss him. Right now Fox needs to show him how much he loves him. Clothes rustle in the stillness, and Emmanuel can actually hear Mulder's lip part slightly before their mouths meet. The agent breathes him in, relishing in the fondness of all the times they've kissed before. He remembers every moment, every touch, every embrace. It's almost overwhelming. That little grain of sand inside of his soul reaches out, wanting to be so close to his beloved. His angel.

Love. Love in its purest form and understanding. Love so bright it illuminates the two of them in the dark cabin of Mulder's car. Love between the mortal and the divine.

[doodlenut]

[smokyvrbada]

SFW Drabble: Smoke (Tomáš Vrbada) x F! Reader

Summary: Long(?) SFW headcanons about Smoke as a father, I think about this man a lot

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), brief suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, pregnancy, light angst, lots of fluff, Tomáš being an absolute cinnamon roll

Throughout his life, Tomáš never really thought about ever starting a family. Growing up in the Lin Kuei, survival is the main goal of every assassin's existence, but that didn't stop the rare daydreams of having a normal life from crossing his mind. He starts to fall in love with the idea of starting a family a lot more once the two of you start discussing parenthood farther into your relationship, so the pregnancy would most likely be planned out beforehand.

When you first tell him that you are expecting, Tomáš is absolutely euphoric about becoming a father, if not a tad bit anxious for the future ahead. He immediately pulls you into an embrace, pressing kisses to your forehead as he tells you how much he loves you, and expressing his excitement. The soft, relieved smile on your face after you two part makes Tomáš's heart melt even more.

Prepares as much as humanly possible before the baby is born, and is there for you every step of the way (he becomes more protective of you, but not in an overbearing/possessive sense). Tomáš definitely reads all the parenting books that he can over the course of your pregnancy, and makes sure that you don't overexert yourself. Also, he is the best at giving massages when you start to ache or feel sore which may lead to other things ;)

Although he's not the most vocal person, Tomáš often speaks in Czech to the bump, and is very affectionate while doing so. The first time he feels your child move is when you both are lying in bed one evening, the baby kicks while one of his hands is gently resting on your stomach. Tomáš only looks at you with a warm smile, before softly chuckling and encouraging the baby to move again, kissing your stomach when he gets another kick in response.

While you're in labor, Tomáš does his best to conceal his nervousness throughout the whole ordeal, never leaving your side; after what seems like an eternity, his newborn is handed to him for the first time, and all of the built-up anxiety washes away as he looks at you and his baby in pure adoration. Tomáš bursts into tears when the baby opens their eyes for the first time at the sound of his voice, happily content with this new chapter of his life.

Tomáš is an extremely calm and caring father; he's still his quiet self, but often lets his kid know that he's very supportive of them and has the patience of a saint. Expect a little chaos when your child starts learning how to teleport/disappear. Also makes sure his child has a positive upbringing while growing up in the reformed Lin Kuei.

Tomáš would be the type to settle down with a small family with one kid (would be down for possibly having another baby if you two are in a good situation). He was nervous about becoming a father since he doesn't remember/know anything about his parents, but he loves being able to have a semi-normal life with his S/O and child.

[still-and-starry-sea]

I've thought about this process a lot and 3:30 am is not the time for me to go into my musings but here we are. This'll be not good.

I think this process is basically how mothermara described it: physical body stays on Nirn and... isn't seen or heard from again.

The soul goes to Coldharbour and it is owned and kept by Molag Bal, but in that process a lesser copy of the soul is made.

The copy of the soul is called the vestige, and that’s what the Chaotic Creatia/Azure Plasm/blue goo forms around to create the soul shriven body. This stuff is "padomaic" or destruction-aligned, and the Vestige (hero/player character) happens to be someone who has a strong "anuic" alignment (creation).

That’s why the goo-body and the copy of their soul (the vestige of the soul) stay so strongly bonded and keep their shape. That’s also why using a skyshard can "re-attune" their fake goo body and shadow of a soul to Nirn so they can escape, and live on Tamriel and not have their goo body melt away and their mind go crazy like the other soul shriven.

The part that I wish there was more explanation for is what exactly the difference is between the soul and the vestige. Why does it matter that Molag Bal has their soul? The Vestige and their... vestigial soul-thing seem to be doing alright. It doesn't make them immoral (unless the player is role playing that), and there are some hints that maybe the memories were wiped when the soul was taken but that’s not 100% clear.

Why do we want our Soul back? Are we just trying to make sure Molag Bal doesn't stay in power? It is because if and when we finally die and... stop constantly resurrecting, MB's ownership of our Soul means he can torture us for eternity? Do we not really care about our Soul and just righteously want to stick it to the Daedric Prince of Torment out of a sense of valor?

Or is there a question of identity-- if we DID lose our memories of who we were before the Soul Burst/getting sacrificed, have we retained our personalities? Or emotions and mental abilities? Were those copied over with the vestige soul, while the memories went with the Soul proper? Is this like the pirates of the Caribbean curse, where we can't fully experience the highs and lows of life if we aren't fully tethered by our original souls?

The original question was whether the Vestige is immortal and the answer to that is, are we even alive without a soul? With a shadow of a self inside a fake goo body with perhaps none of our memories of being a mortal?

Okay the more practical answer is you can keep reviving as long as you've still got a soul gem in your pocket to re-attune your body to Nirn and yeet your vestige topside again.

....

But then does the goo body age once the soul is returned? It's not the original body, but does it become as alive and real once the soul is returned and therefore subject to decay like a normal mortal body even though the high anuic valence is supposed to keep the body and soul intact and not decaying? The body is formed around the soul-- but the soul at the moment of original death? If the Vestige post-soul reunion dies and reforms after aging several years, has the soul aged with it so the latest reformed body is also aged?

And why can the Vestige keep re-attuning to Nirn from... wherever it goes after (spoiler alert for a decade old game) getting their soul back?

And does the vestige use up some poor sap's soul every time they die and resurrect? What about when the Vestige is ready to pass on-- are they stuck resurrecting or can they just not carry soul gems? What happens to the souls in the gems? What would have happened if the vestige had been in a soul gem that was used while they were running around still trying to reclaim their soul?

Molag Bal is the Daedric Prince of tormenting me with philosophical quandaries.

Now it's 4 am and I have more questions and fewer answers. Hope nobody reads this!!

ok could someone explain what the lore is supposed to be. like i understand the planemeld stuff but how is the vestige supposed to work. the uesp page says their soul was ripped out so are they essentially immortal like the nerevarine post-corprus? can they age? am i dumb

[portfolio-of-dreams]

always be my eternal lover | kazutora hanemiya + gn reader

summary: going through life with cancer isn't easy, kazutora stays with you as your days in the hospital dwindle.

warnings: angst/hurt, LOTS of crying, use of petname baby, mentions of cancer, blood, vomit, needles, dying

w/c: 7.2k (I'm sorry its long!)

a/n: this is all hurt, I'm sorry. self-indulgent kinda since it's been on my mind since i started chemo recently. the small text is the past! (*spoiler* reader dies)

“This hospital room is a chrysalis in the worst of ways, for here I am melted down to liquid and reformed into the butterfly, conscious and feeling the process at work”

You woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect invading your nostrils. The room was silent besides the drip of the transfusion machine and the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor. The hallways, however, were bustling with noise- the phones ringing constantly at the nurse’s station, the doctors and orderly staff rushing crash carts down the white tiled floors and the occasional call over the intercom for a doctor to go to the OR. You slowly opened your eyes, squinting in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images. You glanced around the muted aquamarine and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? You lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away; Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent hue.

Little particles of dust floated around in the sunlight that crept through the dull gray curtains that hung over your window, you peer to your left and see a man asleep, slouched in the uncomfortable chair, barely covered by the ripped paisley fabric. His black and blonde streaked hair thrown up in a messy bun with a few strands left out framing his face. His small huffs of breath made you smile, god what you would do to have him cuddled up next to you.

“Kazu? Are you still asleep?” he huffs in response and his golden orbs slowly open and zero in on your face. You can tell he’s tired- the dark circles rimmed around his eyes almost look like he’s received two black eyes.

“Do you need something baby? More blankets? Warm socks? Ice chips? Whatever you need, I'll make sure you have it” he could barely choke out the words, sheer desperation in his voice to help you feel any type of comfort right now. All he wanted was to make you smile because wow, did he love to see the corners of your mouth turn upwards, the two dimples exposed in your right cheek and the slight show of your teeth sent his heart aflame. But you haven’t smiled in a while, not since that day…

“y/n? Do you understand your condition? I realize this is a lot to take in and it may take some time to process it. However, your cancer is rare and we aren’t sure about your timeline just yet- not without proper testing. We can start your chemotherapy and radiation within the next week. We have already alerted your parents and if you have any friends or a support system you should try to reach out. Your team is always here for you, you won’t fight this fight alone.”

You barely heard what the doctor was saying at that point. Cancer? You had cancer? Fuck- the world started to spin a little faster, your ears were buzzing, the tears in your eyes overflowed and spilled down your cheeks, and everything began to feel hot. Your surroundings blurred and black dots came in and out of your field of vision and then darkness... You don’t remember where you were or how you got here but you were lying in a hospital bed and your head was throbbing. How could this happen to you? All you wanted was to call Kazutora and have him hold you, but the thought of dumping this on him when he was just starting to get better made your stomach turn with guilt.

Weeks went by and you began to get worse. You barely spoke to Kazutora- not because you didn’t want to, but because you barely had any energy left. Daily tasks became harder and you were tired, god you were so tired. You laid in bed and sent off a quick text to Kazu saying Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been present lately, I'm just so exhausted. come over later? I need to talk to you and sure enough, just a few hours later, he was knocking on the deep red door of your small 1 bedroom/1 bath apartment with a concerned look on his face- his brows furrowed together, his cheeks were slightly red and his eyes half lidded and bloodshot. Was he crying earlier? You escorted him in and sat him next to you on your small black leather couch while you curled up in a plush grey blanket you had thrown over the back.

Kazutora looked at you with a worried expression strewn across his face “What have I done wrong? Please tell me so I can fix it. I've missed you like crazy these past few weeks. Are you going to break up with me? Please y/n… I love you so much. I can't lose you” you quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a warm embrace while your thumb made soothing circles on the back of his neck “No baby, you’ve done nothing wrong! I'm just so tired all of the time. I didn't mean to make you feel left out or forgotten, I've just been having a really rough time and I've been fighting with myself on how to tell you this because it scares the shit out of me and I can't… I don’t want it to scare you away” Kazu studied your features for any sort of hint as to what it was that made you so exhausted and so scared. What were you about to tell him? Your lip started to tremble and your eyes became glossy, tears threatening to waterfall down your face and the words came out like a desperate plea for help in the form of a whisper “I have mesothelioma- a rare form of cancer… Kazu, I’m so scared” and with that you began to cry and your hiccups wouldn’t stop. All he could do was stare at you with wide eyes and a lump in his own throat. How could this happen? How could this happen to you? What would he do if he lost you? You were everything to him- so patient and kind and showed him warmth- the kind you feel when you're wrapped up in fuzzy socks and sherpa blankets with a hot cup of earl gray tea with lemon and raw honey. You were his safe space and he might lose you? He quickly grabbed you into an embrace as his hands ran soothing strokes through your soft hair.

“Everything will be okay y/n, I will always be here for you. I love you so much baby- we’ll get through this”

You gently shook your head, ending your moment of reminiscing on the past. Your lips were chapped and starting to crack and your mouth was dry, pleading for any sort of moisture. You could barely speak thanks to the chemotherapy and the medications being transfused into your veins and flowing as easily through your blood steam as the cancer itself. Oh, what you would do to just be better! to not be so sick you can barely breath on your own because everything feels so heavy. Your half-opened eyes looked to your ivory plastic bedside table for your small whiteboard and Expo marker, gently reaching over for it as you took a sharp inhale and winced in pain as the movement weighed pressure on the port in your chest. Kazutora quickly jolted up, almost falling out of the chair due to still being half asleep after noticing your facial features suggesting you were in pain. He grabbed the board and marker and handed them to you, desperate to aid you. You shakily took the blue dry erase marker out of his hand while he held the board and almost, just almost, legibly wrote W-A-T-E-R as you took your free hand to tap your throat indicating it was drier than the Sahara.

He gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead with wet lips “Okay n/n, I’ll be right back with a cup of water and some ice. Don’t go anywhere, please, I promise I’ll be back soon” his voice laced with sorrow so heavy it practically stole all the oxygen in the room, worried that if he left for even a minute, he would lose you.

He slipped on the navy hospital slippers the staff had given him a few days ago since he spent most of his time in that chair, never leaving your side. You don’t know why he even bothered to slide them on, they were so worn out the soles were practically a barrier between feet and the floor, offering no support but, you know he put them on so he didn’t look like he was wondering the halls in just the socks adorned with skiing penguins you had got him last Christmas. Your face got hot at the memory- dreaming of going back to that time, when you were still okay enough to walk around in public and had enough energy to go to the festivals...

You dragged your boyfriend through the food stalls and boisterous people, the smell of fried foods and smoke invaded your nostrils. One hand interlaced with his and the other pulling your oxygen tank behind you, having one destination for the night and that's where you were going first- the ferris wheel. It would probably be the last time you'd get to enjoy festivals and the lame carnival rides that came along with them. Kazutora could only smile as you glanced over your shoulder at him and giggled. You knew that he didn't care too much for this scene, far too many people for his liking but when you looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes and the way your lips barely parted when you pouted and pleaded him to take you, how could he say no, especially to you. There was a small line of people in front of the wheel and you eagerly jumped into the back, following the shuffling guests. Every time a fair or festival came around you made it your mission to bring Kazu, ride the ferris wheel and kiss once you made it to the top. He always would tease you about being cheesy, like a real-life scene from that romance movie The Notebook. It was those moments that reminded you just how much you loved him and have for the past three years. However, this years 'top of the wheel' kiss was different, you both silently knew that it would probably be your last and while neither of you said it out loud it could be heard through the moans you both made as you leaned into a searing kiss- desperate to feel your teenage love spark and send electric pulses through the wetness on your lips. Your hand left his thigh and carded through his shoulder length hair (after much arguing earlier, you finally convinced him to leave it down tonight but that didn't stop him from having a hair elastic snug on his wrist for later). His calloused hands gently reached out and cupped your cheeks as he turned his head to deepen the kiss. Your cheeks were suddenly damp and you could taste the saltiness of tears, when did you start crying? Was he crying too? Your sharp inhales made you separate your lips, only to be pulled back so quickly into his neck as you sobbed. The wetness soaking his forest green shirt, god you loved him in green. The way it complimented his skin tone and made the freckles around his nose more apparent. He was so beautiful in the carnival lights and the way the breeze gently blew his hair around- you had never been so in love and when he smiled at you, your heart was on fire. The way he said your name echoed through your bones and filled your veins to the brim.

You didn't notice that you had closed your eyes and were in sweet bliss of memory until you felt cold fingers on the inside of your left wrist. You jolted up, surprised by the sudden contact and your eyes were met by those of your nurse, wearing a navy scrub set, as she mumbled an apology. You watched her as she furrowed her brows and took notes on your vitals. It was when she listened to your lungs that her whole demeanor changed and you could feel your stomach drop when she called for the on-call doctor. It was probably around 6am and your oncologist didn't come in until about 7-7:30am. Honestly, you hadn’t been feeling that great and the small amount of morphine that was dripping wasn't doing anything anymore, in fact it hasn't in a while. You've been in pain for a few hours but you didn't want to call for medication or help because it would have woken up Kazutora and made him worry and that was the last thing you wanted- he's already been through enough.

The doctor entered the room and asked you the same bullshit questions you've always heard "How are you feeling? On a scale of 1-10 what's your pain level at? What have you eaten and/or drank today?" You always were annoyed at these questions because every new doctor or nurse that came your way always asked them and with your condition, well you saw a lot of them.

He put the cold metal of the stethoscope on your chest and listened to your breath sounds with a puzzled look on his face, “The muffled and static sounds are concerning. When was your last treatment and how long have you been in pain trying to inhale?”

You shyly looked at him and said “I think I had a round of treatment about three weeks ago but that should be in my chart for an exact date and the pain, I don’t know? a few hours or so?”

That's when Kazutora walked in with your water and ice chips in two different cups slotted between his fingers so he could open the door. “You’ve been in pain y/n? You didn’t wake me up and tell me? I could’ve gotten help, called for someone, why won’t you let me help...” the expression strewn across his face was filled with so much sadness and you could hear it even louder in his voice.

He placed the two cups on your bedside table and sat down in the same chair he’s been in and placed his elbows on his knees and held his face in his hands. The doctor threw a look of sympathy his way, though he wouldn’t see it, and spoke again-

“We’re going to need to take you back for a rescan and see how quickly we can get your oncologist here to do a review with you. I’ll have the nurses at the desk contact your parents”

That last sentence made Kazutora almost fall out of the chair he was in, eyes already glossed over and a frown etched on his face. Stumbling over his own feet, crouching on his knees beside you, holding you hand in both of his, almost flinching at the icy-ness your skin held “It’s gonna be okay angel, I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back. I love you eternally.”

You felt your eyes go soft at his words, he usually told you he loved you when you had to go to the X-ray room to get a new PET scan, but this time, his words had more love in them then you’ve ever heard. With the help of the nurse, you got out of bed and moved into the wheelchair that was already placed at your bedside, sending a quick thumbs up and a small smile to your boyfriend, who you knew would be letting his emotions run wild as soon as you left the room, the nurse wheeled you out.

The hallways were unusually empty and smelled of lemon cleaner and elderly people. While you didn’t care for the scent, you’ve grown accustomed to it. Your hands grasped at the edge of your green cotton hospital gown and bunched it up inside your palms. You knew you were dying, it was only a matter of time, but why did it have to be so soon? There’s so much you haven’t gotten to do yet in life, you were only 24! You’ve barely driven a car, you’ve never had a job, hell, you would probably still be a virgin if you hadn’t found Kazutora- a boy who was so gentle and patient with you. You had dreams to travel the world, go backpacking in Europe, learn to salsa in Spain, get drunk in Germany- all things you wanted to do with him. You could feel the tears start overflowing when you thought too hard about all these things you’ll never get to do but the thought of never seeing Kazu again is what sent you over the edge, fat tears pooling in your lashes and you started to hiccup, the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding hitched in your throat, until you felt like you couldn't breathe, and you were panicking. Struggling to swallow down a still beating heart, your vision became blurry and you gasped as you tried to control your body from shaking so hard but before you knew it, the all too familiar view of black came into sight as you started to fall out of the wheelchair unconscious…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but when you woke up you were back in your room with a new medication bag being clipped up and replacing the old unit. The nurse inserted a syringe of saline into your IV catheter to flush the remaining fluid in the cannula before hooking up the new medicine to the hub in your hand. The cold rush of the saline pulsing through your veins made you shiver; you’ve never liked the flush because it was always so cold and instantaneous. You sat up in your bed a little and immediately grabbed your head with your free hand and winced at the throbbing feeling you had on your right temple. Your vision, still a little foggy, was able to make out three figures in the hallways through the open blinds on the window. They were talking and you assume it was pretty serious based on their body language. Squinting at the sight trying to decode who it was until you felt a dip in the bed at your feet, looking over at the boy who held your heart, he sighed heavily letting his head drop as a signal tear rolled down his cheek. He looked at you with apathetic bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks, he paused for a moment to blow his nose on a tissue he kept in his pants pocket and then discarded it before curling up next to you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. In a raspy voice, muffled by your skin, he spoke “I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry. Your doctor guy is outside speaking to your parents. I didn't want to listen… I couldn’t...” he choked on his words and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his messy hair.

“I know Kazu, it’s okay. You know I love you right? and I always will”

You felt defeated, there were no words in the English language that could, or would, take away the hurt he was feeling at the thought of you dying. So, you let him cuddle into your side trying your best to soothe his woes about the situation. The door creaked open and you saw your parents walk in, your mothers face flushed and her glasses fogged over, your father couldn’t even look at you as his eyes turned downwards and bit his lip so hard you could see the red straining to spill through the spaces in his teeth. You turned to face your doctor, his dark eyebrows were lowered and knitted closely framing his hazel eyes, his pink lips were pressed tightly before he parted them to speak “After your rescan, we’ve noticed the original tumors have metastasized and the cancerous cells have flowed into your heart, creating tumors. I’m very sorry. We will do everything we can to make you comfortable”

You felt your stomach clench and attempt to double over as if you were greeted by a fist in your gut, your vision blurred as sorrow pooled at your waterline. This was it, huh? You reached over Kazu's snuggled body to grab literally anything- a sick noise caught in your throat, choking and squeezing your eyes shut, a rush of hot fluids spilled over your lips and splashed into the plastic pan as a stench filled the cool air. Your face damp and snot running down to your chin you opened your eyes- blood. Traces of deep red littered the other fluids in the bin and you sighed, it really was coming close to the end.

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering”

Your parents were at your bedside opposite of Kazutora, kneeling down and holding your hand with each one of their own. Basking in the comfortable silence, you stared at their faces wanting to remember all their features, ingraining them like a mental photograph. Your mothers' viridescent eyes, framed behind her dark rimmed oval glasses. The freckles that littered her cheeks from tending to her flower garden in the sun too long, her just-above shoulder length brunette hair that was thinning out at the ends, her rounded shoulders that had small moles and dark spots that offered you endless comfort and a welcoming space to cry your eyes out, and her warm expression that always made you feel safe. Your fathers deep blue eyes that always seemed so serious but crinkled in the corners when he laughed, his curved and slightly bent to the left nose, the same one that adorned your own face, and his plump cheeks that were sunburnt from time to time. His larger hands enveloped your mothers as well as your own, but they were tender, afraid that either of you were fragile, made of glass, and could break at the slightest amount of pressure.

Their dejected expressions hung low and made your chest tremble, until your mother spoke “Why don't we get your favourite dessert? That always lightens the mood a tad. Your father and I will be right back. Kazutora, stay by y/n’s side a while longer, please?” Kazu would of course, not decline that offer, he was always going to stay beside you.

After your parents left the room, Kazutora feathered light kisses on your neck and up your jawline before pausing at your lips “Let’s get married” Was he serious? Had he been planning to ask you that? How do you even write vows? A thousand questions ran through your head but time stopped the minute he crashed his mouth onto yours. It wasn’t harsh or greedy; His lips brushed yours, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath and feel the warmth of your skin. He molded perfectly to you in every way, as if he was cut from the soul. The gentleness the kiss held made you dizzy and your heart did backflips. His scent of cedarwood and almond infiltrated your senses as his touch ricocheted through the hollows of your bones and spread heat through your veins. There was no one else you wanted to spend the last of your days with than him, and your parents.

Slowly pulling away and feeling the chill of the air conditioning fan over your hot skin, you looked at him and wow- the galaxies you could see in just his eyes, could he see them too? He was your universe, holding the sun, moon, and every star imaginable in his fingertips. Cupping his face in your hands, you pecked his lips once more and nodded your head “Yes” you whispered to only him.

You could see his happiness begin to bubble over and his heart beat so profusely it practically leapt out his chest. His eyes glossed over because he could finally tell you that you were his everything and nothing else in the world mattered to him except you. His lips began to travel around your face as his fingers explored every crevice of your figure but skipped over the IV in your hand, your elbow, and the port in your chest. You could feel your skin prickle, his touch was so light and bewildering- almost non-existent. He had always been soft with you, since day one, and seemed to only become softer with each passing day as if that were possible. You knew you could never love anyone else like you loved Kazutora and you knew he felt the same but you also knew that meant it would be difficult for him to move on. You felt a twinge of guilt as you thought about it- on one hand you wanted to be the only girl he’d ever love this deeply, this feverishly. But the humbler side of you wanted him to know love again after you. You wanted him to find happiness but always remember you.

He looked at you with lovesick eyes and said “don't you worry about a thing baby, I’ll take care of everything for us. I promise, y/n”

You couldn't help but be captivated by the determination in his voice to set this up, knowing he would enlist the help of Matsuno Chifuyu and Mitsuya Takashi, his two closest friends, and probably the only others who knew about how bad your condition was. You weren’t sure what he had in mind but you trusted him with your whole being. It was a cute idea even if it couldn’t be for real.

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Life washes over those who expect it the least. It seeps in and out of the expanse of space and time and steals the innocence right within your grasp. Playing with time is for children, when you are innocent and vulnerable. Then life comes crashing in and destroys moments in its wake. With water-soaked clothes and tear-streaked cheeks, you rue the fact that life has no mercy. Life is not fair, not in the least. You spent all night curled up in the shower with Kazutora at your side as you vomited up nothing and everything all at once. Heaving with the full expanse of your chest, again and again, you were out of breath and tired, so damn tired. Tired of having to live the last of your life being like this and you couldn't do anything. You would never wish this kind of hell on anyone, that's what it was- hell on Earth.

Your head was knocked to the side, resting on the shower wall. Snot stuck to your cheeks and vomit and drool slipped over your lips, as if in slow motion. You turned and looked at Kazu- he was visibly exhausted. Dark ebony stained half circles framed his dropping eyes, his cheeks hollowed in and his lips were dry and cracked. His hair was a mess, slung up in a messy bun- he hadn’t been home in days and that was probably the last time he got a night's rest. You could see the way sleep mocked him, taunted him through the heaviness of his limbs, and in the arms that were holding you up.

You looked at him with wet features, “Kazu can you help me in the wheelchair and put me in front of the window? I want to see the sky”

He simply nodded as he turned the shower off, changed you into a new robe and sat you in the chair. He was still so strong and comforting you'd wish he could just cradle your fragile body all night. He called the nurse for a warm blanket which was rushed to you in what felt like seconds, and covered you in it as he pushed you in front of the window and pulled his chair over to be beside you, taking your hand in his as the two of you watched the night roll in.

The night sky. A vast and unknown universe beyond the human eye, a different world entirely from the one you know. Looking up through your window, the black silk is welcomed by countless stars, constellations, and the moon, just floating in space, and offering you comfort and peace. Clouds began to melancholically float across the sky, dimming the already faint light of the stars. Outside darkens another two dismal shades and a dull roar reverberates through the expanse, echoing on your window pane. A steady drizzle of rain begins to descend from somber clouds; crystal tears landing silently on the pavement below creating opaque puddles that fill the cracks and crevices. Incandescent gold hues illuminate the charcoal sky as the winds pick up loose leaves in a whirlwind.

The hospital room feels smaller than usual, as the drizzles from the outside press against the windows, aching to come in. Tap. Tap. Tap. A thousand taps at once. The language of water cascades through your ears like a somber chorus in a song. You allow the melody to consume your mind and your body to succumb to the exhaustion that's whistling in the tune of the shower outside.

When you awoke, you were tucked in bed with new blankets and soft socks covering your feet. Kazutora was nowhere in sight, slightly panicking, you rang for the nurse who immediately took your vitals at the sight of your destressed face. He sauntered in not too long after with a paper coffee cup in his right hand and a bagel in the other. Seeing his face, that he was still here with you, lulled your anxieties. Unbeknownst to him, you had another treatment today and were desperate to have him at your side. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence after the nurse left. Kazutora sipped his coffee slowly, allowing the warm liquid to steal away the chills that seemed to consume him, as you lazily looked through a manga he had brought you a few weeks ago. After about an hour, your oncologist entered the room with a cheery grin plastered on his face.

“Are you ready y/n? We’re going to take some quick vitals and then we'll take you down” he spoke while removing his raspberry hued stethoscope that hung around his neck and flopped over his shoulders.

Kazutora quizzically looked at you, “What? You have a treatment today and didn’t tell me?” You could tell in his voice that he wasn’t physically or emotionally prepared for the turmoil that came with chemotherapy treatments. They drained you to your very core and he knew they were killing you just as much as the cancer itself. You dropped your head and peered at him through apologetic eyes and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’.

“I know you’re tired Kaz, you don't have to stay. I can always call my mom..” you trailed off until you were interrupted by him gripping your wrist with pain filled eyes staring at you. You knew what he was silently telling you, I’d never leave your side, not even for a second.

You slowly nodded your head towards your doctor as Kazutora helped you into your wheelchair. You were wheeled down the hall, through the doors that said authorized personnel only and brought into a bleak room- no windows, only one door and the lights were dimmed to almost nothing, the only sounds were the exhales of the other patients and the daunting tones of the medical equipment. You hated this- the way it made you feel, the annoying task of being bilegerantly poked and prodded by the medical assistants who could never hook up your port quite right, the blank stares that made your stomach queasy and the fact that you had to sit here with nothing to do except have the medicine course through your body for three hours. It was daunting, and you wanted it to be over the minute you entered that vexing room. You sat in the recliner chair and watched as the staff made Kaz dress up in the isolation gear- the aqua blue booties that covered his feet, the disposable pastel yellow gown and level three face mask, one of the highest levels of protection against airborne particles since everyone in this room was immunocompromised. You looked around at the other patients as a nurse in plum colored scrubs hooked you up to a machine, some were asleep, dozed off in perfect dreams away from this harsh reality. Others watched whatever was on the small TV plastered to the wall, but the one thing you noticed was everyone was alone. You felt the core of your stomach turn, how could the families or friends allow them to do this alone? The sheer thought of not having Kazutora with you made the familiar hot liquid regurgitate in your throat and threaten to spill out over the nurse in front of you. You held your breath spastically searching for a vomit catcher but to no avail, you spilled your guts on the floor to your right, thankfully, not on the poor lady whose eyes became wide like a deer in headlights, once she realized what was happening. Your boyfriend frantically rushed to your side as you continued to make a mess of the sour-smelling acids from your stomach.

You wiped your mouth on your arm as you tried to slow your breathing, Kaz replacing the space on your left with the nurse who left to call the janitorial member.

“Deep breaths baby, inhale… hold… and exhale. I’ve got you, I’m right here” he assured you as he squeezed your hand in pulsating motions.

The janitor quickly made his entrance, dressed in full personal protection equipment, and mopped up the area around you with false citrus smelling disinfectant, like the kind you get at off-brand markets. You dipped your head apologetically and mumbled a thousand “I’m sorry”s to the man who only replied with a soft smile and small nod of his head.

The hours went by unbearably slow and you felt worse than you had before. They were right though, the chemo and the radiation were the silent killers, disrupting your body and as detrimental as the illness itself.

When the treatment was finally finished all you wanted to do was sleep. The nurses placed you back in the chair as Kazutora removed the disposable gear and discarded them into the large bin by the door. Once back in your room you were greeted by the familiar scent of fresh toasted buns and fruit jam, just the smell of it made you sick your stomach but the thought was appreciated. You saw your parents standing with a fluffy teddy bear held in your mothers' hands as she offered it to you.

“I’m sorry we couldn't get here sooner but we are thankful for Kazutora staying by your side, -she turned to Kazu- We brought you some food in case you were hungry.” she smiled softly at him and handed him a brown paper bag. He graciously took it and told her thank you.

Your father placed some books and journals on the table next to you since he knew you’d be bedridden for a while. “Just a few things to keep you occupied” he stated with tired eyes. Your parents have been working overtime just to stay afloat with all the hospital bills that keep managing to pile up. You were forever grateful to them and everything they’ve done to give you the life you’ve had. You couldn’t bear the thought of them, being so lonely, after you passed, hoping they could still be happy and live life until old age.

“We can’t stay too long but we can play a round of cards if you're up for it y/n” your mom smiled at you. Now the only question was which game? Uno (you kept the cards in the drawer of the small table just in case), go fish, crazy 8s? You took a vote and Uno ultimately won, only because Kaz was desperate to finally try to beat you. Laughter filled the small space and you looked around at the people you loved so dearly, smiling and laughing. You missed days like this- when you could act like a normal family and pretend nothing was wrong. After the game your parents left with quick kisses to our forehead, you knew they had early work in the morning but you were happy they were able to visit.

You curled up in bed as Kaz pressed a warm kiss to your cheek and said “I’m going to go home tonight baby to try to sleep a little. You get some good sleep too, okay? I love you so much and I’ll see you in the morning.” As soon as he clicked the door close, you succumbed to the sleep your body so desperately needed.

You awoke to the small humming of your boyfriend as he flipped through a magazine, a bridal magazine? Once he noticed your slumbering form start to move, he was instantly at your side placing kisses on your temple and cheek. “Good morning sleepyhead” he playfully cooed. You smiled at him as he opened a spread of the magazine towards you pointing at a floor length ivory gown, adorned with long lace applique sleeves, vintage buttons down the back and a small rhinestone belt across the waist. It was simple but so beautiful. You looked at Kazutora with adoring eyes and your mouth slightly agape. You were in awe that he found that dress and immediately thought you'd like it, it was perfect and he knew it with a small smirk growing.

“I think I can get Mitsuya to make something similar, if you want” Of course he knew the answer was yes but asked anyway. Enthusiastically, you nodded your head with a large smile. But you knew that he shouldn’t ask because you probably wouldn't be here by the time the dress was completed. You pushed that thought aside as he nuzzled into your side reminding you how much he loved you and cherished you.

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A few non-eventful days have passed, life in this boring room droned on as your health continued to decline. Easy tasks like going to the bathroom, brushing your teeth, or even just sitting up cause your body to feel tormented. Your parents visited less often, mostly due to work piling up, and Kazutora brought over blankets and pillows from his place and started showering here. Things were looking bleak as your physical, as well as mental, state took a turn for the worst. The nurses and doctors checked in on you in 6-hour increments which meant they were not sure how much time you had left. The daisies your mother dropped off that were placed in a disposable cup on your window sill began to wilt- life was so fragile…

On the sixth somber day in a row, you had more machines hooked up to you and around the clock care. Your body barely existed, you couldn’t eat, could barely sleep, and it showed. Your cheeks were hollowed in, your collarbones were uncomfortably showing, and bruises littered your skin. It hurt too much to do anything besides pathetically lay there and wait, wait for the afterlife to come and whisk your consciousness away. Kazutora told you he finished his vows and while he knew you couldn’t write yours or even speak them, he wanted to share them with you, pour his heart out to you, one last time as he cuddled into your side and recited only to you the words, he so desperately hoped you’d remember:

“Y/n, I wrote these words for you. I really hope they stay with you forever.”- he took out a crumpled piece of notebook paper from his jacket pocket and began to read- “Y/N, you are my forever love. My eternal love. You are in every breath I take; your scent invades my lungs and gives me reason to keep inhaling. Our love has been a temporary madness, erupting like volcanoes and then subsiding. Love itself is what’s left after ‘being in love’ has kindled away, being both art and an unfortunate circumstance of actions. People who truly love, like we have and forever will, have roots intertwined, under the surface, and when the blossoms have all fallen and the leaves have been kissed off the branches by the cool winter wind, they find there's only tree under the beauty of love. I have had the best moments with you and I won't trade them away or take them for granted. It has been a pleasure to love you, and to live and exist in the same time space as you, my love. I have become a better man by getting to love you and be yours. I love you y/n, eternally.”

You could feel the tears beginning to form in your eyes as your breath began to hitch in your throat. You started coughing and then couldn’t breathe. Your eyes went wide and your face blue as nurses rushed to your side to try to help you. Feeling a rush of chill as Kazutora fell to the ground, out of the bed he was once snuggled in next to you. Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. He bent forward where he sat on the floor and pressed his palms to the cold tiles, and began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours. It was over for him, you were lying there, dying, and he couldn't do anything to save you. His world was spinning upside-down and he was choking on the breaths he couldn't release.

You could feel the exhaustion taking over and it got harder to take breaths and the world around you slowed to almost a complete stop. Your limbs became heavy and it felt as though every organ in your body hit a red light. You could barely move as you struggled to keep the rise and fall of your chest as you moved your hand toward Kazutora’s. Mustering up all the muscles you could to offer him a half smile you whispered “You gave me forever within numbered days, and I’m grateful”

He glanced at you through half-lidded glossy eyes- dammit would you miss those golden orbs staring at you so lovingly- “I will always love you y/n, you are my eternal love. One that will always be with me and I know you’ll continue to care for me as you live among the stars. I promise to find you again in our next life and love you fiercer than I have in this one.”

“Promise?” you could barely get out the words as your movements began to stop, but you felt the warm breath of your man hover over you.

“I promise” as he pressed a longing kiss as your heart monitor flat lined, the final sensation that coursed through you was his lips on yours, delicately placed with so much love radiating through them.

© please do not post my work anywhere. <3

[10millionyearsdungeon]

Praesidium

A/N: Back to our regularly scheduled bullshit...We went into this with zero plan, zero ambition, and came out the other end with something resembling a drabble featuring Hitoshi Shinsou as a hot-shit, Kennedy-esque politician trying to escape from the “family business.” I’d like to thank @dymphnasprose​ for the inspiration, the banner, and for putting up with my crazed plot bunny hunting sessions in her DMs. Proudly part of The Smut Pile Mafia Collab-- huge thanks to @pleasantanathema​ and @present-mel​ for organizing it and keeping us degenerates on time for once. You’re the real heroes.

TW: Wax play, orgasm denial, tobacco use, death threats, graphic violence

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You were always used to protection. Your family's name and wealth brought its own Kevlar shield; whether it was the broad shouldered bodyguards flanking you and your entourage during every frivolous shopping excursion or impromptu escape to one of the many vacation homes that dotted the globe, or the mere mention of your father and the weight of his near omnipresence in the highest echelons of high society, protection was almost always guaranteed. You could hear it in the hushed voices of the real estate giants and their trophy wives when you made your grand entrance to every socialite gathering. 

"There she is, Yanai's precious pearl…" 

Dripping in envy and awe, it was no surprise to you when you caught his eye. Heir and only daughter of the wealthiest family in the country, you knew your worth among the elite and so did he. You only knew of Shinsou Hitoshi by virtue of his reputation as a newcomer to the world of national-level politics, but his charm and charisma were undersold by every inch devoted to him in the papers. By all accounts, he left you dazzled by his lazy, almost sleepy smile and the low rumble of his succinct one-liners. 

He played the part of the laid-back Playboy to the hilt, and by the night of your first fundraiser gala Shinsou had you practically eating from the palm of his hand like a hungry stray. By your second date, you could practically taste the Harry Winston hiding in his Tom Ford smoking jacket by the time dessert arrived. Back then you never questioned how he managed to afford the heirloom, four carat diamond he slid onto your finger, nor did it occur to you how he managed to slither his way into the House of Councilors. Blinded by the magnetic sway he held over you and your well-paid collection of sycophants, the how and why seemed largely irrelevant so long as he kept you on his arm. In your waking moments, you could almost catch pieces of a broken conversation from your insomniac lover. 

"Find someone else...I'm done being your enforcer. I have an image to maintain now…"

Many a night he'd stumble in reeking of sweat and sulfur, dark liquor still burning on his lips when he pressed a kiss to your warm cheek as you slept in your shared bed. Morning invariably gave way to bruised knuckles and heavy dark circles as Shinsou hid his fading scars under his slate gray Armani suit. Prior to your wedding night, you thought you caught the rip of his silk and gravel voice grunting from a crooked alley. Following those familiar thunderclap grunts was the crunch of something hard and then a pulpy squilch that made your stomach twist in on itself. The begging that followed was unintelligible from your way to the nightclub, but his voice, your Shinsou's voice snarling a loaded promise of breathing tubes and chronic pain if the offending party didn't pay their due stayed with you until your bodyguard ushered you into the safety of your car. 

"Daddy, I can't do this," you cried. Your father dabbed at your eyes and shook his head at your tantrum. He wouldn't be so blasé about the arrangement or your uproar if he was the one who heard your groom's fist shattering bones just the night before. A vision in white brocade, the four carats on your left hand felt like ten tons weighing you down the aisle as your father all but dragged you to meet your husband at the end. As the crowd rose to receive your grand entrance, you couldn't help but stifle a quiet sob at the sight of Shinsou's surrogate fathers standing in the front pew. Yamada couldn't contain his excitement for his boy, but Aizawa glared on coldly when you met his gaze. Your father kissed your cheek and gave your hands a squeeze before abandoning you before your audience. Shinsou held out his hand, and you choked back another hiccuping sob-- how could you hold those hands the same way when they were capable of such senseless violence? Knuckles cracked and discolored with aging bruises, he groped for your hands and pulled you the extra two steps onto the altar, flashing you that same lackadaisical grin. It was a blur, a bad dream you couldn't wake from. Beyond the sporadic flashbulbs blinking in the crowd, you couldn't pull away from him. 

"I do…" Your voice didn't sound like your own, even as you felt it leave your throat. Shinsou pulled closer and rasped against your lips. 

"This is only the beginning, kitten." 

Kitten...

You couldn't deny how his pet name made you shiver. The single word held a scintillating promise of the night to come, yet all you could focus on were those hands and the crunch of anonymous bones under his blows. Would he ever turn those hands on you? As he gently slid his platinum wedding band over your ring finger, the mate to the ostentatious engagement ring occupying the spot, you melted under the tenderness of his touch. Your Hitoshi couldn't be capable of such violence. Your Hitoshi was a man of change, of reform who wanted to help bring his countrymen into a golden age. Your fingers numbly slid your ring onto your husband's hand and with the action sealed your own fate. The world swam out of view when he overtook you with a blistering kiss, hungry and needy against your lips. He didn't taste like smoke and scotch this time, a flavor you had grown to appreciate the longer you entangled yourself with him. He lingered for what felt like an eternity, the roar of applause and shared joy for the union a soundtrack erasing any fears you might have had prior. 

Your bridesmaids swooned over the intensity of Shinsou’s gaze throughout your opulent reception-- your father sparing no expense when giving away his precious pearl. Shinsou’s family kept to themselves mostly, with Aizawa only stepping from their shadowy corner to address your father over travel arrangements. Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed and that same cocksure grin blossomed over his features as you inched closer, hip pulled closer by that massive hand. “Hey,” you breathed with a soft smile. He returned it in kind and squeezed your hip through the eggshell Vera Wang gown and leaned in to whisper in your ear. Hair slicked back, all that tickled you was the heat from his breath as it fanned against your skin. “I can’t wait to get you out of that, kitten. Gorgeous as you are with it on, the thought of you in nothing but your jewelry has my mouth practically watering.” Predatory gaze amplified by that sex and gravel voice had you melting. He took you by the hand and bade you follow him across the floor of the resort ballroom. Cautiously, you glanced around the room, anxious that someone from the party would notice your sudden escape. Before you had a chance to object, Hitoshi held a finger to his lips and pulled you through the crowd and out of the room. “You really think I can wait any longer when you’re looking like that?” The wait staff cast cursory glances at you and your husband as he continued to guide you away from the noise and bodies keeping him from tearing your gown off and claiming you. “Hitoshi…” you whimpered, pinned with your back to the door of your honeymoon suite. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder and nearly purred at the gasp that left your lips. Fumbling for the key, Shinsou held you from falling into the open door and nudged you over the threshold with an eagerness you couldn’t place. Words were swallowed by hungry mouths and replaced with an exchange of passion tempered only by the quiet frustration of fingering over buttons and parting fabric to unwrap the prize of feeling your skin under his fingertips. Once released from your prison of beaded white silk and delicate lace, Hitoshi pulled away, raking his ultraviolet eyes over your nearly bare frame to further appreciate his prize. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more perfect.” Instead of shying away from his words, you moved with a certainty that was far from your own. Automatically reaching for his tie, you pulled him down to resume your heated devouring, earning a chuckle and a light spank on your lace-covered cheek in reply. “Impatient, kitten?”

Your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt nimbly, practically digging your nails into his chest just to feel him hiss into your mouth. Tongues waged a war to stalemate status as your husband gave your buttocks a squeeze before hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his hips. Your sex practically drooled against his toned abs through your useless lace panties. The trail of your gyrating on the ridges of washboard muscle pulled wanton moans from your kiss-bruised lips.

“Feels like you are. Drenched for me already. Who knew my heiress was such a needy slut.” You whined under the degradation he heaped on you as he placed you on the pillow-top bed and guided your hands above your head. Shinsou pulled his tie over his head and wrapped it lovingly around your wrists, brushing his lips and teeth along the gently blushing skin along your blue-blood veins as he finished securing you to the headboard. He moved slowly, teasing every inch of exposed skin with languid grace. A panther in human skin, Shinsou sunk his teeth and sucked purple bruises along your ribs and thighs, parting your squirming legs casually. You felt the weight of his wedding band on your inner thigh and wriggled away from the cold of it. Hitoshi tsked from below, grin tugging on his lips as he pulled your panties down with his teeth. Tenderly, he rubbed a sole finger along your drenched folds. You bucked into the sensation and writhed for more, only to have your husband pull away and drag the slick-stained digit along his tongue. 

“Looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, kitten.” He blew on your clit, earning a choked moan. “You’re on my time now.” He withdrew, leaving you to whine for him to return, only to be answered by the closing of the bathroom door. You stared at the gold leaf ceiling, seconds dragging on like hours until he finally returned holding a candle, lit cigarette caught between his teeth. Hitoshi took a drag and guarded the flame from his dark red candle as he took a seat beside your whimpering form. He set the candle on the headboard and gently held your face in his hand, blowing smoke into your mouth. The intimate gesture, sharing the air in his lungs made you swoon. Distracted, you barely registered him removing your bra or how he grazed your pert nipples with scarred thumbs. You opened and melted into his attention, desperate for more. You caught his gaze, eyes glazed over with unadulterated adoration, and let out a strangled wail when the first drops of scarlet wax dripped over your shivering breasts. 

The shock of sudden warmth encasing your tender flesh in candy apple red kept you reeling into the next pour. Your Hitoshi leered above you, rapt in your reactions as he brought his free hand to rest on your bare mons. His long fingers grazing along your sopping clit and the continued dripping of hot wax on your skin had you writhing in place. His dark, rumbling chuckle made your blood sizzle under your skin as he admired his work. 

"I think she likes it," he purred, now moving with intent. Arching into the duvet, you pouted sweetly at your husband, legs gently rubbing together as if it would further entice him to continue. "Who knew my kitten was such a kinky slut?" 

"'Toshi, touch me more!" 

His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hairline, and he pulled his hand away from your glistening sex. Frustrated whimpers echoing through the suite, you were cut short by another trail of red wax burning down to your navel. He took another slow drag from his slow-dying cigarette and smirked. If it weren't for his hardening cock poking your hip through his tuxedo pants you would have never known how hopelessly he needed every moan and whine he pulled from your tight body. Past games, he would have blinded you, muffled his voice behind black silk and noise cancelling headphones, but tonight was different. 

"Know your place, kitten. You're in no position to make demands."

You bit your lip and stifled another whine as the wax cooled in the mold of your belly button. Shinsou kept the candle hovering just over your bound body, constantly watching you with the same, slow-simmering lust burning in his deep violet eyes. He stopped short over your dripping pussy and licked the nicotine from his lips. You could see the plan unfold in his head before he had a chance to put it in action. Anticipation had every hair tingling as you waited for his next move. Before he could act, there was a stern rap at the door. With all the petulance and frustration of a child forced to share his favorite toy, Shinsou rose from the bed and trudged to the door. 

"Little busy in here."

"Business waits for no one." The intruder's voice was black ice on a fall morning, cold and sharp as Hitoshi shrank back from the door. His shoulders tensed as he scratched the back of his neck, an anxious tic he couldn't shake from childhood. "You can play with your toy when we're done."

"I told you I've gone straight. No more back alley deals, no more blood on my hands. I'm done."

Your blood ran cold and it crept into your belly to make a new home gnawing through the viscera. Unable to make out much more than the broad back of your husband at the door, you strained to listen to the conversation before the cocking of a gun took your breath away. 

"You're done when I say you're done. Never forget who bought you those votes, how you skated into your parliament chair, high councilor." The voice's tone was harsh, mockingly so with an edge of condescension that earned a defeated growl from your Shinsou. The owner of the voice stepped closer, peering over your husband's shoulder with a frigid smirk that nearly made your heart stop. Aizawa raked his dark, abyssal eyes over your exposed body, resting hungrily on your sex drooling into the plum duvet, and turned back to his surrogate son. "Be a shame if something happened to her. All those billions siphoned away…" From your spot on the bed you could feel the noose tightening around both your necks the longer Boss Aizawa spoke. 

"...all to attend a funeral as the dutiful, lovesick widower with his wife's blood on his hands." 

"Enough! That's enough...you win."

Shinsou buttoned his shirt quickly and cast a longing glance over his shoulder at your quiet sobbing. He never wanted you to know the underworld he clawed out of to finally live in the light. It wasn't enough to want change and leave the bloody past where it belonged. Some ghosts had a way of coming back to their old haunts. Tuxedo jacket slung over his shoulder, Shinsou slicked his hair back and turned his back on you, leaving you bound to the headboard with wax, his own Jackson Pollock masterpiece drying on your skin. You could feel your heart breaking with the gentle closing of the door, and the barely audible, "I'm sorry," whispered ruefully by your retreating husband. Protection was something you used to take for granted, but as you found that night and many after, it was something few in your precarious position could do without. 

[zombieheroine]

Domestic Enemy

Pairing: MegOp Rating: G Word count: 2486

MegOP week prompt: Domestic * Optimus came to slowly. He had a vague recollection that he had been hit by something heavy, and as he regained consciousness he realized he was lying under some support beams in a half collapsed hallway. Little by little, it came back to him. A battle in a nebula, an old Cybertronian outpost in an asteroid field. Energon storages and a race for them against the Decepticons, who had the disadvantage of not having and up-to-date map but the advantage of natural scouts and experienced miners.

Structures built inside asteroids, metal merged into rock, and a network of bridges and flight paths between asteroids. Megatron. Optimus blinked and stared up to the half-collapsed ceiling. He wasn’t sure which one of them had made the mistake, but they had focused on each other and engaged in their own private battle so deeply they had gotten separated from the others. It had been Megatron’s fusion cannon that had brought the eons old tunnel down on them, but privately Optimus cursed his own foolishness just as much. It seemed that no matter how many times he repeated to himself that he shouldn’t lose focus in combat and be lured to Megatron alone, it still happened again and again. It had happened again, and now he was stuck alone in an ancient tunnel, laying over some rusted railway tracks that had once been used to transport minerals from the asteroid mines, and so far removed from his troops that he couldn’t even hear them anymore. But mulling over his past mistakes never helped, especially not when he had more pressing matters in the present. Optimus regarded the position he was in. There were some rocks on him and around him, but mostly he was pressed down by a large support beam that had been half torn, half melted off the ceiling. He cycled air through his vents for a few moments before wrestling his arms underneath the beam, then decisively pressed it up and off his chassis. It took him a serious, concentrated effort, but eventually the metal groaned and gave way, bending off his chassis, and letting him out of the trap. But as he rolled away, Optimus realized he was far from freedom. The tunnel around him was still unstable and he was technically buried in there, but getting to move was a good first step. Very carefully he pushed his way past piles of rocks and tried his best not to make his situation worse, and so he crawled through the tunnel towards the way he had been going for. The Autobots had had a few old maps about the mining colony, so Optimus knew the tunnel would eventually lead into a larger hall where freshly mined energon would be loaded for transport, but just knowing where he was going didn’t solve all of his problems. Megatron was still somewhere close by. There was a possibility that he could have died when the tunnel collapsed, but Optimus knew he wasn’t that lucky. After what felt like eternity crawling under rocks and boulders and dust filling his vents, Optimus finally made it into a room. It was a mid-sized loading station, the tracks ending at stoppers and large loading patches. There wasn’t that much in the room otherwise, simply loading stations, repair stations and a small break area, and – “Well look who made it after all,” Megatron grunted with a roll of his optics. “I expected nothing less of my luck.” For a moment Optimus was ready to fight, but Megatron didn’t seem to want to. He was seated against the wall at the break area, and just like Optimus covered in dust and dents, but also clutching his arm to his side. He didn’t seem too interested in continuing their rumble, so Optimus didn’t fire up his blasters, simply pulled himself back up to his pedes. “I could say the same to you,” he said, puffing air through his vents in an attempt to clear them. It felt like there was a persistent layer caked on the metal, and it didn’t come loose no matter how he puffed. He didn’t try too hard. It was dangerous to show any weakness in front of Megatron, even though right now he didn’t want to fight. It might change if he re-evaluated the situation and decided for example to use Optimus’ compromised cooling system against him. Optimus stayed well away from Megatron, sticking to the other side of the room. He took a look around in the room, searching for a way out while subtly using his comm system to call out to his troops. “Go ahead and call your pitiful little followers,” Megatron called from his spot. “No reason to be shy about it. I already called mine.” “I’m not shy,” Optimus scoffed, but he let his arm hang more freely by his side as he

clicked the cover plate over the comm system shut as if he had never tried to hide it in the first place. “Sure,” Megaton replied with a roll of his optics. “Whatever you say.” “What happened to you anyway?” Optimus demanded while measuring the Decepticon leader with his optics. With all his heavy armour and weaponry he was now sitting down on the floor, a position Optimus wasn’t sure he had ever seen him before, covered in a heavy layer of dust and dirt and splattered energon, his arm limp in his lap. Megatron’s expression didn’t even twitch when he replied through his sharp dentae: “Nothing. I’m fine.” His spinal strut was straight where he sat as he was there out of pure will of his own. To Optimus’ curious gaze he looked like a miner fresh out of a disastrous accident, and he wondered if this was more like Megatron’s original form he had only ever talked about and never shown. “No, you’re not. I can see that you’re hurt. Do you need help?” Optimus insisted, his gaze focused on the way Megatron’s powerful arm hung limp in his hold, the blaster cannon dark, and dust and dirt caked on it in dark clumps that must have been due to spilled energon. “No. Mind your own business!” Megatron snarled with bared dentae, but clutched his arms tighter, the limp movement highlighting how it couldn’t move on its own. The image of a wounded miner crouched on a floor made Optimus feel a pang of guilt over his previous failure over reforming Cybertron, partially in ways Megatron had held him up to, but the snarl and the personal wound from stellar cycles ago kept his mind cleared and irritation as the most seminal emotion he felt. “You started it!” he snapped back, perhaps giving away more personal investment that was proper for them, and Megatron responded with a disgruntled frown. “Don’t nag me,” he said in a put-upon huff once again rolling his helm like it was all a big, unimportant bother to him. “I am not nagging!” Optimus snapped, more slighted than he ought to be and more out of control than he usually allowed himself to come across. A moment of silence followed with Megatron seated where he was, gaze focused well past Optimus, and Optimus defiantly refusing any care or worry for his enemy, yet venting heavily and leaned forward in focused concern. It took a moment for Optimus to gather himself. He was a Prime now, there was no individual and no personal agenda, only principle, and that was what he focused on. He calmed himself, took a step back and lowered him voice. “Do you need help?” he offered in a voice full of his newly found confidence. Megatron barely spared him a glance of his narrowed optics, the red glow of them mean and uncaring. “No.” Optimus rolled his optics. It had been a formal question with the positive answer clearly within reach, and Megatron must have well known it, yet he still lied and refused. Optimus couldn’t care for the game anymore, so he cut simply to the core of the matter: “You need help. Let me.” Finally Megatron turned his gaze back to him, now baring his dentae at him in an open snarl and angrily demanded: “Why would you even do that? We are enemies, get that through your thick helm already, Optimus Prime!” All the anger and bitterness flew past Optimus. He had come to expect that, and now that he got more of that sour anger he felt barely anything. He simply sighed and stepped closer: “Just show me your arm already.” It was that push that was all that it took. Optimus stepped closer across the floor, and Megatron didn’t say anything more, simply watched him approach without mocking. He didn’t cover or dodge, and Optimus expected nothing like that of him, but he was still glad he was allowed to approach. It was a slow dance. Even though Megatron was wounded, he was still extremely dangerous as Optimus had witnessed multiple times himself, and just because he had his own stubborn idea about helping him didn’t mean he was ignoring everything he knew about his enemy and just barging in on danger. But nothing happened. Optimus approached, Megatron stayed

where he was, and finally Optimus managed to crouch down next to him on the floor. Just taking a look that close up made it clear that there was nothing seriously wrong with Megatron’s arm, it was simply dislocated, and Optimus knew how to hep him. It was reaching out and touching a wounded gladiator that was the problem, and Optimus bided his time well. “I’m going to set it back into its socket,” he declared, servos hovering over the wounded warlord’s limp arm. “It will probably hurt, but I’ll be quick.” Megatron didn’t reply and opted to look the other way, and Optimus took that as a sign to go ahead and do his thing. He grabbed a firm hold of Megatron’s forearm and with his other servo on the shoulder guard, then in one powerful move yanked them both in different direction while keeping them in firmly same level. Megaron didn’t even make a sound, just clenched his dentae and offlined his optics, until the mechanism locked down in its proper place. When there was a sharp snap of a joint in its socket, and he released the air he had been holding in a controlled exvent. With the joint in place, Megatron flexed and moved his arm. First the digits clutched together, then the whole arm rose from its delicate cradle, and he stretched it out and rolled the joint over a few times in gentle movement. Optimus saw his enemy regaining his senses and power, so he took a few careful steps back from him, even when Megatron remained seated. After a few stretches, Megaton gave him a hostile yet dry look, and muttered: “I hate when you do that.” Optimus quirked his optic ridges in disbelief and crossed his arms. He might have been disapproving, but he wasn’t surprised. “What, help you? I though you would be glad to take advantage whenever you could.” “Not when you act like you care about me like you used to,” Megatron growled, the earlier bitterness gaining more and more foothold in his tone. He didn’t sound smooth and aloof like when he taunted him, or enraged like he often did on battlefield. This bitter tone was mostly foreign on him, but also more close to the way Optimus thought about Megatron inside the privacy of his own mind. He tightened the lock of his arms in front of him. Optimus gave Megatron a flat stare and considered the words. It was yet another cruelly clear window to the way Megatron viewed the world: it was full of deceit and pretence, a world where no one did anything out of pure kindness or care but simply in order to take advantage. In his world there was nothing more expect abusers and victims, those stronger and cleverer than others and those left trampled under their pedes. Every time they had a chance to discuss anything personal, Optimus was bitterly remained that to Megatron he had always been only something to fool and use, not anything to appreciate or open up to. He scoffed, once again detaching himself and raising above all worldly grievances and burdens. “Think of this whatever you will. It has become very clear of late to me that you wouldn’t understand it.” Megatron was silent. He was silent for a long while in that thoughtful, genuine way that he often had been in a way Optimus had never heard from anyone mighty or powerful. Megatron’s silence was the type that opened up to the other and considered them seriously. Ironically it was on moments that he was silent that Optimus was transferred back to times when he had desperately voiced an opinion or a view of his own, something vulnerable and new and deeply personal, and then had it faced with this silence. It had always felt like he had gotten through to Megatron, like he was really listening and letting his voice in. Shockingly, it was like that now, in this foreign, long since abandoned mining colony at the end of a collapsed mining tunnel that Optimus felt it again. For a split of a klik he was hopeful. He felt heard and seen, his sentiment sinking into his counterpart, opening up something new and beyond imagining. Hope soared and got the better of him, just for a klik. Then Megatron closed off again, his

expression souring and helm tilting back against the wall behind him, his healthy servo absentmindedly rubbing over his set arm. His gaze slipped past Optimus again, indifferent and cold, and his upper lipplate revealed a part of his dentae as it drew back. “Our troops will come for us soon. This will be over then,” he remarked in a deep, dark voice without looking at Optimus. Hope slipped and shattered for the hundredth time in Optimus. “I am aware, and I accept it,” he replied, quietly doubting his earlier sentiment. He never knew what to make of these passing moments of connection and understanding. They were too sudden to be deception or imagined, but consistently they shattered and vanished, so they weren’t too real either. Glimpses of what once where, he supposed. Glimpses of something overdue and impossible. Optimus walked back across the room and wondered if Megatron even knew what his most devastating weapon against him in this war even was. He might have not, since after all he didn’t seem to appreciate finer things or matters of the spark that much at all. It was all the same to him, and he let them slip by him as if he was certain there was plenty of more of them to come. Optimus couldn't say for certain that he was wrong.

[captain039]

Hunters gift

Hircine x reader

A mix between Skyrim and ESO

Warnings: Gore, Werewolf things, light swearing, angst

The world around you was crisp, the cold snow on your naked body, the birds chirping as their little wings flapped quickly. You groaned at your heavy feeling inside, you felt like a mammoth. You managed to roll onto your back blinking a little to get used to the son. You looked around for your clothes but found nothing. What in oblivion happened?

You say up slowly trying to avoid blood rush. You scanned the trees hoping something would be familiar, but it wasn't.

You stood eventually, body shaking like a leaf now that you became fully aware. You shivered and moved your way through the snow trying to go through your mind.

“Halt citizen!” You jumped at the sound of a voice. You covered yourself the best you could realising you hit a stone road.

“What business-“ the man stopped seeing your state and cleared his throat.

“What’s going on?” You glanced to the noble on the horse and huffed a little.

“A naked adventurer nothing more Mi’lord” the knight spoke making you roll your eyes. The continued on and you glared from behind. You went the opposite way hoping to never see them again. You tried to avoid staying on the road, seeing as you’re well- naked.

“Divines help me” you muttered cursing everything else.

“Hunt” you jumped at the voice echoing in your ear. You looked around but found no source and hugged your middle a little tighter. You walked faster down the road praying to stumble on a farm or something.

You walked for a while till you heard a bleat of a goat and perked up. You followed the sound till you saw a farmer in his fields.

“Excuse me?” You called as you walked forward quickly.

“What is it?” He grumbled.

“I’m sorry to bother- but i-“ he turned as you spoke and his eyes went wide.

“What in oblivion?!” He said and you flinched a little.

“What’s going on Harold?!” A woman’s voice called as an elderly woman waddled out.

“Oh” she said seeing you.

“Stop staring, come here dear” she glared at the man and beckoned you over.

“Thank you” you whispered following her inside.

“I’d ask what happened but the look in your eyes says you don’t know” she wrapped a blanket around you as you stood in front of the fire and shook.

“I don’t know” you whispered and she hummed.

“You don’t smell like my husband so it wasn’t the mead” she chuckled sitting down slowly with a sigh.

“No- I” you sighed sitting on the carpet under you.

“It’s alright, warm up, bread will be ready soon” she smiled as she grabbed something woven and unfinished.

“What’s your name dear?” She asked after some silence.

“Y/n” you said basking in the warmth. Divines you could melt here and never come back.

“Just Y/n?” She asked and you nodded making her hum.

Your muscles felt like they melted and reformed again, you weren’t shivering any more and your heart slowed from its pounding.

“Warm?” She chuckled at you making you smile.

“Very, thank you for your kindness” you said sighing contently.

“It’s alright dear, where’s ya from?” She asked.

“A little farm outside whindhelm, by the river” you said.

“Just you there?” She asked.

“Yes, my father died fighting and my mother got sick” you said.

“Divines bless them” she whispered and you nodded.

“Pathetic pup” you jumped at the voice, the same voice in the forest.

“You alright dear?” The elderly woman asked.

“Sorry” you said eyes wide and heart a little fast.

“I’ve been out in the forest probably all night” you groaned rubbing your eyes.

“Why can’t I remember?” You whispered worried.

“It’ll come back to you don’t worry” the woman comforted the best she could, but it didn’t make you feel any better.

The woman cared for you till nightfall, she let you rest by the fire on some furs and blankets, she let you borrow some of her husband's clothes seeing as she was a frail thing. You fell asleep quickly, your body going through to much shock for one day.

You looked around confused by your surroundings. The sky was bright with stars and colours while the moon was full and round. The plain was crisp green grass, trees, a forest surrounding you, you were in a valley. You heard a howl and snapped around seeing figures behind you. Large beasts sitting on their hind legs, their ‘hands’ resting in front of them. They had snouts, red eyes full of blood lust. You checked for your weapons but found none. You panicked went to running instead as you heard another howl. You found yourself twisting through the forest, avoiding the roots, rocks and sticks on the ground.

“Change my pup” you jumped at the voice but found no source again.

“Change! Now!” It roared as you stumbled. You fell to the ground panting and sweating as something flowed in front of you.

The glow died as you finally looked up, a man stood their, tall and lean a bucks skull over his face. He wore no shirt, only rags for makeshift pants, he wore some jewellery, bones and beads. He had strange markings peaking from his back from his shoulders and ribs.

“Stop” his voice was smooth and deep as you looked behind you. There was the beasts, hungry and panting, but they snarled and disappeared.

“You’re a disappointment” the man hissed.

“Excuse me?” You said, slowly finding your feet.

“Watch your tone” he warned and you scoffed.

“Who are you?” You demanded trying to see his eyes.

“Foolish mortal” he grumbled.

“I am Hircine, Father of man beasts, and you, pup, are in my world” howls echoed around him after he spoke a smirk lingering on his lips.

“Hircine?” You said confused as to why a daedric prince has presented himself to you.

“You posses a gift, a gift I gave to you” you frowned again staring at him.

“Of course your mortal mind blocks it” he tsked waving his hand as memories rushed back.

You were fighting a wolf, a werewolf to be precise, it was enraged and hungry, drool and blood coming from its jaws. The thing had matted fur and looked starved, you’d never seen a wolf so- dead like. It’s jaws were clamped around your braces, you wouldn’t dare let this thing bite you. It stopped though ears peeking up as it backed away before collapsing.

“Pitiful creature” you jumped at the sound of a voice. You turned seeing a man with a buck skull on his head, and rags as makeshift pants.

“My beasts posses much more” you froze as something clamped down on your neck and your world faded.

“You- you made something bite me!” You yelled seeing his body flinch.

“I gave you a gift” he snarled and you scoffed rubbing a hand over your neck.

“No you did not, you cursed me!” You snarled before groaning. You fell to the ground a roar in your blood and muscles aching.

“Wake up” he said.

“Wake up!” You jumped kicking the covers off you and seeing the elderly woman.

“Oh-“ you took a deep shudder breath and gripped the furs.

“You were thrashing like mad girl” she said handing you a mug. You took a sip of the water with shaky hands and sighed.

“I need to get home” you whispered fiddling with the furs over you.

“Hang on dear it’s still night” the woman said as you rushed.

“No- no you don’t understand- I’ll hurt you” you whispered voice panicked as tears welled in your eyes.

“I- i was bit by something a monster! I’m dangerous” you fisted your hands as the woman stared confused.

“You’re no monster” she sighed and you frowned.

“Could smell ya in the forest, a new pup left alone” she sighed sitting down as you frowned.

“The lord came to you in your dreams yes?” She asked and you nodded confused.

“Very few people see him before our eternal hunt begins” she hummed softly eyeing you.

“You can learn to be one with the wolf, or fight it painfully, the choice is yours” she said as your mind ran around in circles.

“You cannot fight me” his voice echoed again and you held your ears.

“Get out of my head!” You snarled. Your body roared to life as you collapsed to the floor, your bones cracked horridly as pain flared from every inch of your body to the next. It seemed never ending till you rested on your back legs.

“Go hunt” you snarled in the direction of the voice. The woman held the door opened as you slowly walked to her snarling. She held no fear and you moved past her and sprinted out into the forest.

“Hunt my pup I will join you” the voice echoed again, something moved beside you a large black wolf appeared, eyes blood red. They gave a single nod and you nodded back feeling the blood lust roar in your bones a hunters gift.

[sasorikigai]

❝  you’ve got quite the mean streak in you,  haven’t you?  i’m impressed.  ❞ goddess liv @ scorpion!

PROMPTS FOR FRENEMIES,  ENEMIES TO LOVERS  AND  REFORMED VILLAINS || @somniaxperdita || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Violence pangs within beyond the impervious, tenebrous night’s golden pyres, embedded upon Scorpion’s vindictive gaze. Still, the hellfire he wields from the depth of his being has a very one-dimensional, childlike rage, and a very childlike loneliness. For his persistence and stubbornness is immature and incomplete; his heart continually sings a severed, broken tune no one would endure with compassion and patience. The once-safe haven of Old Shirai Ryu Compound only aggravate Scorpion’s wounded, shattered soul, as the unhealed cracks in his ribcage continue to ooze phantom pain in his chest. 

Truth has been, this is how Scorpion has been feeling. For he is his only comfort, for to be with him in this world is full of discomfort and unease. His skin is all charred rivers and valleys, and his heart a worn-out cotton ball. His bones are sugar that has already begun to melt away. Maybe Scorpion is a barely held jigsaw puzzle that had been falling apart, for Hanzo Hasashi’s essentiality and entirety had long disintegrated beneath the fathomless sea of broken glass, as the jagged waves of the sweeping inferno continues to ravage the cerebral reserve of his consciousness. Lest, Scorpion’s heart and soul had been blessed with strength of a wildflower; strong enough to rise again after being trampled upon, tough enough to weather the worst of summer storms, and able to grow and flourish even in the most broken places. 

A winding sanguine river flows through the wraith’s vessel; his rapids are fierce and no one would dare too traverse, for eternally burning hellfire surrounds the expanse of his desiccated, shriveled heart and soul. Scorpion does not feel the need to suppress this eternally, not when the Goddess effulgently radiates her blinding aureate brilliance, certainly his stark duality - horrid destruction propagating an inevitable rebirth - could never dare to match nor challenge. 

“I have long come to accept the feeling of not knowing what my wrath and vengeance can birth,” all the unraveling, unfolding of his Phoenix plumages, as Scorpion’s thrusted kunai tears through the stilled air of the world. Fire will choke, blaze, incinerate, as Hanzo Hasashi once had his developing wings bent, broken, then shattered, and obliterated as the absence of his life became a mere coincidence, not an inflicted curse. “I suppose I can hope, through serving incinerating justice through righteousness of my corroding hellfire, that everything will change for the better.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||