#help i fell for him again i need to inject him into my veins

[wolpertinger-prince]

I miss my wife, Tumblr.

I miss him a lot.

[mint-yooxgi]

Delectable - Yandere!Naga!Wooyoung

Yandere AU & Naga AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Wooyoung X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,453

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, drugging, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Short little drabble for you guys! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Third of The Feral Drabbles

You should be more careful walking in the woods at night, you never know what creeps in the dark. Even I can sense the hungry eyes that follow your every move; you’re lucky I found you first. 

Then again, this has always been the plan.

Your skin is much softer than I could have ever imagined. The warmth that radiates from you is addictive, and I can’t wait to get you back to my nest- excuse me- our home. You’ll be much more comfortable there than on the cold, hard forest floor. Besides, I’ll be able to wrap myself around you better. 

For your protection, of course. No other reason…

It’s not like I’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks or anything. The feeling of finally having you in my arms… well, there’s none like it.

My reptilian friends always tell me about you. They have to. I tell them to. Ever since the first time you walked through my territories, I couldn’t let you go. I knew in my heart of hearts I had to have you, and that we were made for each other. Though, I’m not quite sure how you’ll react to me. Hopefully positively.

I did save you, after all.

Everything went as planned. The animals listened to me, or well, at least the ones that count. They helped you lose your way in the foliage, leading you right into my trap. 

Or should I say right into my awaiting arms?

It had been a simple plan, really. I’m surprised how easily you fell for it, given how intelligent you are. It’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Finally, there’s someone to match me at my every level.

Your tracks and path back through the woods had been covered, and then you were chased deeper through the bush by a ‘large animal’. 

Really, I didn’t mean to scare, nor deceive you, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

I couldn’t have you leaving me again. You’ll understand, right? Besides, I appeared just in time to save your life. Though, I don’t know how much of that you’ll remember. After all, some of my venom is flowing through your veins at this very moment. It’s why I have to carry you home right now, rather than leading you there on foot. I don’t need you gathering your bearings too quickly. You’re not meant to leave me now. Not after all of this hard work and effort I put in to making you mine.

I’ll admit, the bite had another meaning other than just injecting my venom into your bloodstream. It’s meant to warn others not to touch you. It’s my own claim on you, for now, until such a time when you allow me the honour of properly mating with you. It might be a little difficult at first, but I think we’ll manage just fine. Besides, I overheard you laughing with that stupid friend of yours the other day about it. I nearly broke my cover then and there when I heard you teasing him about certain reptilian anatomy.

You, of course, seemed very eager to share your knowledge. Him, on the other hand, kept stuttering and fumbling in his steps. I could sense the heat radiating off of him from your words, and I could just tell his thoughts weren’t very pure where you and he were concerned. 

So, you’ll understand when I say I had to get rid of him. Besides, only I should ever get to be that close to you. You’re mine.

Oh, I’m sorry My Darling, I guess I tightened my grip on you too much just now. I can’t help it, I just get so worked up whenever I think about you. Especially when I picture you in the arms of another.

There. You seem to quite enjoy my hand brushing over your head. 

Dare I be so bold as to caress the side of your face?

…I don’t care if it’s subconscious, I know what I just saw. What I just felt.

You leant into me. You wanted my touch. Perhaps you’ll soon crave mine as I’ve desperately been craving yours.

I should probably mention that my scales are quite sensitive, especially around my sides. Countless nights have been spent curled up in our bed, desperately fantasizing about how your delicate hands will feel all over me. My own touch can only go so far; only satisfy me so much.

Fuck, you smell so delectable right now. This is the closest we’ve ever been, and your scent is already starting to rub off on me. Which also means that, pleasantly, you will start smelling like me, too.

How it should be. How it is always meant to be.

Yep. I can already sense it in the air. The crisp aroma of you mingling so beautifully with me dances on my tongue. Though, that’s not the only thing I desperately crave to scent. To taste.

I’ve only ever caught the pleasant scent of your arousal once on all of your explorations into my territory, and I desperately wish I could say it was because of me. Alas, it was not. It has been due to that friend of yours that one day. You seemed to like him in the same ways he liked you, maybe even more. 

I couldn’t stand for that. He never deserved you. You’re too good for him. You belong with me, and I with you.

What only made it worse was the thought of him touching you.

Good thing he’ll no longer be a problem for us.

No, only I shall get to please you. Only I will be able to understand your captivating body like you’ve always deserved. I want to take my time exploring every bump and crevice. After all, every dip and curve is mean for me. Only I am meant to map out every inch of your body, using my hands, my lips, my tongue.

Once I’ve done that, then the true fun can begin. Then, I’ll finally be able to know every single little touch that drives you crazy, working you up in the best of ways before you’re gushing on my cocks, desperate for more.

Perhaps I’ll even use some more of my venom on you. I’ve been told I have quite a strong aphrodisiac, which only makes every touch that much more sensitive for you. 

Of course, this would all be with your consent. I’d never do anything you were uncomfortable with, or anything that might scare you away. I love you. Besides, I’m your saviour, remember?

Mmmh, just thinking about your fucked out expression as my cocks fill you to the brim is enough to get me going. I’ll have to spend some time preparing you for me, though. Not that I’ll mind at all, it just means more time spent between those plush thighs of yours, working that weeping cunt open to fit all of me in you.

Fuck, I can’t wait to feel myself dripping out of you, your tight walls milking me for everything I’ve got.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The feeling of my two cocks buried in that tight little pussy of yours, claiming you as mine in every primal way I know how? I bet you’d love me covering you in my scent, having my come dripping out of you for weeks and letting everyone know that you belong to me, and I to you.

I want to make you come so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you nearly pass out from the pleasure of it all. I want to make you see stars as you scream my name, your nails digging into my back as you pull me closer. I want to feel your legs wrapping around my waist, drawing me into your warmth as if you might just float away if you let go. I want to kiss you breathless, letting you feel my love for you in every movement as I claim you as my own.

More than all of that, though, I want to make you as desperate for me as I am for you.

Oh, I hope my pleased hiss didn’t just cause you to stir. I can get so lost in my own fantasies sometimes…

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Luckily, it does not appear that you’ve been disturbed, but don’t worry, we’re almost home. I’ll wrap you up properly in our bed, and make sure not to leave you until you’re conscious again.

After all, that’s when our life together will truly start.

I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. 

You’re safe with me.

[emmett-stone]

There wasn’t much more he could say, really. He’d already been at it for hours, begging for his life, and by this point Emmett was getting bored. Earlier in the night, it had been fun, as it always was. The empty threats of, “They’ll find me,” he’d said with shaky words. “They’ll—they’ll fingerprint me.”

Emmett had smiled, drill in hand, pushing the button once, twice, just for fun. Just to see the way it made him jump. “They’ll be finding parts of you for years,” Emmett said. “But I promise you, your hands will not be included in that.” His victim paled, and Emmett’s smile grew. But now, hours after, the light of morning teased the horizon, and Emmett had a lunch meeting at twelve. He needed to get a move on.

“I think we’ve both had enough, don’t you?” Emmett asked casually as he picked up the ax that had propped against the steel table to his left. The man sat there slumped over as much as he could be while still tied to the chair, duct tape across his lips. He’d managed to get it off a little over an hour ago, breaking the seal on the corner with a particularly powerful scream after Emmett had broken his kneecap with a sledge hammer. He was broken now Emmett thought, which was okay. That’s how he preferred his victims. After the hours they’d spent inside the warehouse together, he’d expect nothing else, really.

“You’ve taken up enough of my time tonight,” Emmett accused, because it was his fault. It was always their own fault. He just wanted to take the time to make sure they got what they deserved, every time. He was nothing if not thorough. Holding on by the haft, he spun the ax back and forth in his hand, intentionally careless with it the second it swung remotely near his victim’s leg. The freshly sharpened bit embedded itself in the soft skin, and the man in the chair coughed out a groan, fresh blood seeping out his nose while tears fell from his eyes. “Whoops,” Emmett laughed as he met his clouded gaze. His expression shifted into an overexaggerated pout of pity, though he knew he’d never actually be able to feel sorry for him or any of the others. “Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed, crouching down quickly to crowd him, nudging aside his shattered leg without thought to help himself closer. His victim lurched back as much as he could until both the rope and wooden chair stopped him from moving. Even bent down, Emmett’s intimidating frame towered over him, and he smiled as he stroked a gentle hand down the side of his victim’s face as he shook, dirt speckled sweat beading up along his forehead.

He smiled at his reaction, seeing the fear in his eyes felt like he was injecting something directly into his veins. Emmett assessed him, a little sad at having to leave so soon, but knowing that he still needed time for clean up. He sighed theatrically, swinging the toe of the ax forward again, nicking his victim’s intact leg, just for fun. He knew he didn’t need any goodbyes as he held the handle firmly in both hands, swinging the weapon towards his throat like a baseball bat. It was almost a clean cut, but he’d done better. And in his early days, he’d definitely done worse. His head hung there, held on by threads of tendons and tissue, a shocked expression frozen on his face as a residual tear fell from his eye.

Emmett’s shirt was the first thing to go. It was useless, really, already being drenched in blood to care about it now, but it was part of the routine. Dismembering was always time consuming, but satisfying. He slid his earbuds in, unworried about the bloody fingerprints left behind as he pressed the side button to initiate songplay. A soft pattering filled his ears, along with the quick, friendly uptick of a guitar, followed soon after by bold trumpets. He closed his eyes, letting the upbeat song fill him, move him, a smile spreading hopelessly across his lips. Rivulets of blood dripped down his face and bare chest as he swayed elegantly back and forth as if at a ball, lost in the music. At the crescendo of the chorus, he took his second swing of the ax, slicing cleanly through still warm skin. As promised, he took his hands first, kicking them off to the side as a reminder to burn off the fingerprints once he had finished dismantling the corpse.

He swung the ax again, and again, and again, until his body ached from it. Until the body beneath him ceased to exist. Until he was drenched in the blood of this man who had the audacity to try to touch what he now considered his. The song was on an endless loop, replaying constantly as he worked away at ridding the scene of evidence. After hours, he gathered everything up in barrels, he made his way outside to his dug up kill kit, shuffling through the strewn about items for a rag to wipe his hands. He glanced over at the vats of hydrochloric acid behind him knowing his night wasn’t anywhere close to being done. His blood still hummed in his veins, high from the kill and the lingering scent of amber and vanilla from hours earlier. Closing his eyes, he basked in the break of dawn, listening as the early morning songbirds sweetly welcomed the light of a new day.

[jordynclover]

Bleeding Heart-Chapter Two

Finding the CDC was easy; everything looked different, aside from not knowing where I was. The road leading up to the front of the CDC was worse than I had encountered in the small town before; more bodies lay sprawled out, everyone looking worse than the last.

More automobiles than I had seen were lined up like people had come here for help and had been met with death instead.

The wind howled at my back as I walked to the door. I knocked three times, one right after the other, wondering if whatever or whoever was inside was on the friendlier side.

No response came; I waited a little longer, sighing in defeat; I turned around and started down the stairs to look for another way in. Just before I could get off the last step, I stopped, hearing the creaking and groaning of the metal door behind me;

I turned around and quickly ran back up to the second to the last stair and waited for the door to open.

"Hello," I called out, slowly making my way up the last stair, still distancing myself in case of an attack.

A man slowly peaked his head out to look at me. "Hello, What do you want?" he said, eyeing me. "Shelter," I replied. "I'm also searching for my family, as it seems they have left me," I replied, stepping closer to the door.

He shook his head, and I paused my movement. "No shelter here, I'm afraid; we don't have the equipment," he said, pulling back to shut the door before I got there. I ran to the door just before he could close it "wait, please," I begged to pull the door back open so I could see the man again.

I made eye contact with him. "Let me in, and don't question it," I said, using compulsion on him as I did with morgan. He only nodded and stepped aside, letting me pass by him and shutting the door behind us. "Welcome to the CDC, I'm Dr. Edwin Jenner, and you are?"  "Sybil, Sybil Mikaelson," I responded, putting my hand out for him to shake; he gave a firm handshake in return. "Nice to meet you, Sybil."

As I was about to pull my hand back, he pulled me closer and injected something into my neck;

The room was slowly starting to go dark as I fell to the ground, only hearing him say, "I knew one day I'd meet a vampire" then everything faded.

I  awoke sometime later, tied to a table with the doctor looking above me. "What.....are....you...doing?" I mumbled weakly, not knowing if what I said entirely made sense. Everything was still so blurry. I looked around, seeing needles lying on a side table, and the doctor was poking around at my arm with his fingers. "Oh good, you're awake," he said "sorry about the ties," he said grimacing. "I wasn't sure how cooperative you'd be, but I have to do this; I'm very sorry."

He added, reaching over and grabbing one of the needles. "No. What...are..you doing" I said, finally getting some of my strength back.

"Simple, I am going to take your blood and see if I can use it as a cure; now, hold still," he said, tying my arm off and checking my veins.

"If you wanted my blood, you could have just asked; no need to tie me up," I grumbled, slightly pissed off that he didn't just ask, "what do I get out of you using my blood? I want some payment for this," I spat; he pulled away. "Wait, really?" he said, puzzled. "You would just give me your blood if you got something in return?" he asked, laying down the needle and crossing his arms.

"What would I get out of it" I replied. "I don't do freebies, take my blood and pay or take my blood and die, your choice," I  added on; Jenner just looked at me and then looked behind him. "How bout I give you all the blood bags in that unit," he said, pointing to a 'unit' behind him and looking back at me. "There's about two dozen or so," my stomach grumbled; I was starving; I nodded. "Deal," I replied, "are you gonna untie me, or are you afraid I'm gonna kill you?" I asked

"Now, let's not get hasty here; I'm not leaving anything up to chance; if my brother taught me anything before he died, it's not to trust a vampire,"

he said, pulling my arm back into position. I sighed. "Noted" I looked around the room as he inserted the needle into my arm. "So, how much blood are you taking," I asked, looking back up at him

"I'm putting an IV on your arm so I can use it whenever I need, so there's no way to tell," he said, and  I scoffed. "I didn't agree to that; why can't you just use what you get now," I said "what if I end up needing more than I took? It just comes in handy," he replied, grabbing a tube and filling it.

"So when do I get the blood bag" I questioned, feeling famished. "Soon as I'm done," Jenner replied monotone. "Wait, how long was I out for" I

Pressed as he started to untie me, "Vampires sure do ask a lot of questions," he murmured.

"You do know I can hear you right," I said mockingly "18 hours, that's how long you were out," he replied, ignoring my comment. Untying the last tie, he started to walk over to the unit as I stood up and got my balance, still feeling slightly dizzy from the vervain.

"Here you go," Dr. Jenner handed me the bag. "B+, good choice," I said, grabbing the opening and ripping it once it hit my tongue. I felt my fangs unsheath, and all I could think about was more.

Eventually, there wasn't anymore; I threw the bag on the ground, still wanting more, but knowing I needed to stop, I looked back up to Dr. Jenner. He looked startled "your eyes," he whispered. I quickly turned around and breathed; once I felt my fangs retract, I turned back to face him again.

"Have you never met a vampire? You seem to know a lot about us," I asked him curiously. "No, I haven't, but my Step-brother Grayson has; before he died, he did vampire experiments, but a lot worse,"

He replied, taking some of my blood and putting it under a funny-looking machine, and looking at it, "so did they die or something" he looked back up at me.

"Oh yes, Many did end up with a stake to the heart after weeks of brutal torture; my brother has no compassion for your kind, he saw you for monsters, but for some reason, you don't seem like most vampires."

I Laughed; he knew so much of vampires but not of me.

"That's because I'm one of the original vampires," I replied; crossing my arms, he looked stunned. "You're lying to me, Sybil," he replied, rolling closer in his chair and leaving my blood unattended.

"I have documentation for that family dating back to 1860; your name was never mentioned."

I scoffed and shouted, "That's because my psychotic brother put me to sleep in 1841!" he looked puzzled. "Now, how did he accomplish that," Jenner asked curiously,  crossing his arms and leaning to rest his back on the chair.

"Now that's my business," I said flatly. "You don't need to know," I added, starting to walk away. "Where are you going? Only I can unlock the door out of here," he called behind me. I looked back and responded.

"Oh, I'm not leaving," I waved my taped-up arm in the air, "You said you needed me still, and I need to find my family; I'm not going anywhere" Jenner nodded. "Don't get lost," he said, rolling back to the machine and peering back into it. "I'll come to find you."

I nodded and walked out the door.

I walked down the hallway, turned the corner, and walked up the stairs to the platform tables scattered about the room; the far back wall had coolers filled with bottles. The countertops had canned goods, boxes of powdered Milk, eggs and mashed potatoes, and even bags of chips.

"This must be the cafeteria," I mumbled while dragging my finger across the countertop, collecting small amounts of dust as I went. "This place could use some tidying up," I said, wiping my finger on my shirt. "Thought I'd find you here," a voice came behind me; I turned to see Dr. Jenner walking towards her.

"Here I am," I replied, shrugging. "I don't know where anything is here" he only nodded and then pointed behind me. "Rooms are to the left of this room; there are showers too, but go careful on the hot water; the power is running short, so we need to be careful,"

He said, sitting down at one of the tables in front of me.

I leaned back on the counter and crossed my arms. "How did anything like this even happen?" I questioned. He shrugged. "I have no idea; we just woke up one morning they were here; on the news, it was a worldwide panic, communications went offline, then power. We started using the backup generators, but they are running out of fuel" I nodded in response, not knowing what to say.

"What time is it," I asked him; he looked at his watch "4:48," he replied. I nodded. "I'm going to shower," I said, starting to walk off "would you like some food," he asked "we have wine and liquor, too," he added. I turned to look at him "sure, why not" I replied, shrugging, feeling a smile creep on my face.

The warm water fell down my face; I  stood, letting the water fall on me for a second, thigh-length black hair finally free of the bun, finally being washed; I was very excited.

Once I finished, I walked back into the room and noticed clothes lying on one of the beds, confused. I walked over and saw a note on top of the "Found these in the back," it read.

How nice of him; I picked up the clothes, a black top, black jeans, and a jean jacket. I quickly changed into them and headed back to the cafeteria. I overheard the commotion, so I slowly entered. "Sybil, come join us, everyone. This is Sybil. She got here yesterday," Jenner announced; a few hi's and even some hello's scattered about were sent my way.

I walked over to grab a plate of food and some bourbon to play the part of the human; with all these humans in here, it made the hunger serge; even though I had a blood bag, it wasn't like the real thing. I was starting to get delirious with hunger.

I sat quietly next to Jenner, as he was the only person I had made acquaintance with. "I'll be right back. I'm going to grab something," Jenner said as he got up, and I watched him disappear down the hall, much to my disdain.

"So Sybil, was it?" I looked at the man who was talking. I nodded "and who exactly are you?" I replied sarcastically, "My name is Shane, baby girl, and my aren't you pretty," he said, looking me up and down.

I could feel my fangs slip out but quickly retracted them "god, you're a flirt, are you" I smirked lightly. "Oh baby, you have no idea what I would do to you," he slurred. I looked him dead in the eyes.

"I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty fork than sleep with you" I could see the smile leave his face while the rest of the table erupted in laughter; I chuckled a little bit, too "she got you, good man," another man said

"Don't start, rick," Shane replied, pissed, getting up from the table and walking towards the cabinets where food was laid. "So why are you here, Sybil" the guy 'Rick' asked, pointing his fork at me

"I'm just looking for my family," I responded, grabbing my bourbon and taking a sip. Rick nodded in response "so, do you have a camp" he asked. I shook my head "do you have any weapons" he followed. "Nothing but a baseball bat," I replied, finishing off my bourbon.

"Sybil, I found some red wine for you. There wasn't much left but here," Jenner came back, saying he placed the cup in front of me. Immediately I smelled the blood. I tried to keep calm. I was able to muster up a small "thank you" and sipped on the 'wine' this blood was warm "did Jenner give me his blood?" I thought to myself it was sickly sweet. I could feel the hunger sedating slowly, but dinner carried on without incident.

"Sybil, I'm sorry, but I'm going to need to put an extra person in your room, seeing as there aren't enough beds for ricks whole group," Jenner spoke up. I  nodded "ok, that's fine," I replied

"Daryl?" he said, looking to the end of the table to the man in question. He was well-toned and seemed rather attractive.

The man 'Daryl, nodded "as long as I can sleep in a bed, I'm fine," he gruffed out. Jenner beamed "great; then it's settled," he said, standing up and grabbing his plate and mine and a few others while two of the women did the same.

I stood up, beginning to retreat to my room. Jenner caught up to me and said, "the rest of your payment is in the lab," very quietly so no one else could hear him. I nodded "thank you," I replied to him and headed towards the lab.

There were two metal cups with lids on them and a note that said "Thank you, Sybil" on the table that previously had needles and vials. I proceeded to take the cups and head to my room only to find a heap of clothes on one of the beds with my clothes and bat on the other bed where I had left them earlier untouched.

The shower was on, and the door was pulled so no one would enter. I walked to the bookshelf and grabbed one 'Call of the wild Jack London.' The title read, "Better than nothing, I guess,"

I mumbled, walking back over to the bed, placing the cups on the bedside table next to me, then plopping down, opening up the book, and starting 'reading.'

'Reading' was a good excuse to listen to the surroundings; I got a lot of information doing that. The trick was to act like you didn't hear someone talking to you even though you did; make them say your name a couple of times less conspicuous that way.

With the shower on, though, it made hearing somewhat of a chore hearing on that side of the room; yelling behind me is what made me shoot up and b-line for the door. I poked my head out and heard the noise from a room down the hall, so I decided to investigate.

Just before I reached the door, I saw Shane exit, and he smelled like fresh blood; I had to stop myself from losing control. I spotted the marks on this neck. He just scoffed and walked down the hall into his room.

I entered the door to find a woman almost sobbing. I slowly walked up behind her. "Are you ok?" I asked softly, concern lacing my voice; it still made her jump; however, she did not expect someone to come to her rescue, but she quickly wiped her tears and nodded. "Don't worry dear, I'm fine," she responded through sniffles. "Do you want me to walk you to your room? It would be no problem," she smiled. "You don't have to do that, Sybil; I'm ok, really," I nodded. "It seems like everyone knows my name, and I know only a few of yours," she chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

She laughed a little. I could tell it was forced "well, I can introduce you to more people in the morning, but I'm Lori Grimes; I'm Rick's wife," I nodded. "So, is rick like the leader of your group?" I asked curiously. She nodded in response.

"Self-proclaimed, but everyone respects him; I should get back. I only came to get a book for my son and me" I nodded and moved out of her way. "Goodnight, Sybil," she said, looking over her shoulder at her. "Night, Lori," I responded.

I  looked for a minute to see if there were any other books in there, but nothing caught my eye, so I turned off the lights and walked back to my room.

Opening the door, I saw Daryl sitting with his shoes by the bed and hand full of dirty clothes in his other. He didn't seem like the talking type, but I wanted to try. "How long has the world been like this" I questioned. He looked up at me.

"Few months," he replied in a gruff voice sitting on the bed and giving me his full attention. "Do you know what happened?" I pushed, hoping he knew the answer

"No, no one does; all we know is that if ya get bit, you're gonna die," he responded, crossing his arms over his chest. I nodded, acknowledging his response.

I started walking to the other bed, looking at the cups on the bedside table. I grabbed one, took a few long sips, and finished one cup and feeling the slight hunger in my stomach squash back down to nothing.

"You from round here" I looked back to the man and shook my head. "No, I'm not," I replied

"I didn't think so; you look like a city girl," Daryl said. I only chuckled. "Is that so" I asked, sitting on my bed and looking at the gruff man across from me. "And what makes you say that" I pressed. "The way you walk and talk," he responded I just laughed.

"Want to guess where I'm from then" I proposed. Daryl looked deep in thought. "Florida," he finally said. I laughed and shook my head. "No" "Well, I give up," Daryl said. "I'm From New Orleans," I said. Granted, that was the last place I ever was. I thought it appropriate.

Daryl nodded. "As I said, City girl," I smiled. "Does that mean you are from the country" I  questioned. "Sure am," he responded. "Well, nice to meet you, country boy," I laughed. "You too, city girl," he replied, rolling over to his side.

I pulled the covers back and crawled into bed, grabbed my other cup, and finished the rest of my actual dinner, feeling much better not having to worry about my hunger coming back strongly so soon;

Since I could relax now, I turned off my lamp; I quickly succumbed to sleep, thinking of none other than the country boy sleeping in the bed next to me, knowing not what the future had in store.

Next Chapter

[sxnguinesxnctum]

A soft gasp escapes his lips when the Hunter attempted to stand so suddenly, and his breath was held when he still showed signs of pain. A hand found the other's shoulder, and gently accompanying him as he sat properly once again he looked through his pockets for another watered down vial. It wouldn't be much, but still necessary to make sure Gascoigne returned to full health as fast as possible.

"There was, yes." the Vicar nodded, fumbling with the little that remained of the last bottle on his person and the syringe quickly handed to him as he returned to the man's side, searching for his veins for another injection "We truly thought we were headed to good results, but..."

The needle pierced the flesh, and Laurene fell quiet once more - partially to completely focus on his current actions, and partially because, really... did he have to explain things weren't going as quickly as he hoped? Every week -- almost every day, more and more people show sign of that damn disease, and he still wasn't even sure of what caused it to begin with. The following comments couldn't help but make him feel even more nervous. Again, there was no reason to properly comment about it - she didn't put her heart in any Hunt for a long while, and even if he hoped to see her a little more active, he could also understand her reasonings.

No, no. No reason to start a discussion. He'd much rather give Gascoigne a quick look - one that was meant to silently warn him to watch his words, or if anything his tone - before the second syringe was taken away.

"I'd hate to see you overworked..." again, his tone sounded almost jovial "But I do agree, having more Hunters around here could be the best prevention we could get, for the time being. ...even if-- Forgive my curiosity, but I need to ask.

What caused this?"

A quick gesture to point at Gascoigne's bloody and battered body.

"It couldn't be the usual Beasts."

"What?" Gascoigne almost shot out of his chair again. The Blood was hard at work in his veins, eating through injuries and killing the fever in his wounds. Still it was not enough to immediately return him to vitality and a blinding ray of white pain shot up his side, piercing his lungs again. He grunted and sank back as Laurence assured him that the threat was dealt with and the nurse fled down the hallway and towards the nearest flight of stairs. The hunter snarled in discontent.

"It's too little to put them down after the fact. Wasn't there talk of preventive care?" A cruel euphemism that would end in chained up coffins in due time, but for now it ought to suffice. Gascoigne first saw a beast, true and great, at Byrgenwerth. And since that time they seemed to have only grown fiercer, meaner. One could not wait for the sickness to realize itself within its pitiful host. It needed to be excised at once. But these were talking points Gascoigne had no energy to chew on tonight.

"Well, I trust our Lady of the tower has taken care of it." He put the matter to rest, knowing well enough she just as likely hadn't lifted a finger. She was protective of her charges but all the more hateful of the hunt. And quiet, so quiet. He coughed again.

"Perhaps it's not a bad idea, me staying for a short while. Beasts travel in packs, no? If the infection spreads to the injured that'll be a whole world of trouble for you and the good doctors. Best not to take any chances."

[friendofhayley]

Sorry for the wait! I feel like I fell into a pit last month...a Marvel pit, that is. Sorry y'all, but in August all I read and rec was Tony-centric stories! Thank you to all the Team Iron Man writers out there! This fic rec includes 17 fics starring WinterIron, IronStrange, FrostIron, and Misc.

WinterIron

1. Still Waters by @tsuki-chibi | i love this author so much - Tony is a silver fox - why do people stand up for Wanda again? - AU of Ultron - 12k

James didn't know what to think when he stumbled across an older version of Tony Stark who claimed to be from the future. He had no idea that agreeing to help Stark to stop the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver would change everything.

2. Classic Sci-Fi by @notdoingsohot | Steve is a bad friend, but we knew this - Loki's a bro but not at all - '40's Bucky is cute af - all the feels - 18k

Bucky wakes up to Steve telling him he's lost his memory, but not to panic, it'll only last a few days. Easier said than done when the last thing Bucky remembers is fighting Hydra with the Howlies in WWII.

He tries to make the most of it however, and there's this guy... Tony Stark. It's pretty clear the guy hates Bucky's guts, which is unfortunate because god damn is he a sight.

He tries to figure out what he did to wrong Stark, but everyone just tells him he doesn't want to know.

3. Changing Fate by Wix | time travel - it's technically pre-slash but it's gay - everyone needs a hug - tried but true trope - 27k

Tony dies in Siberia under the hands of Captain America, but fate doesn't leave it there. He opens his eyes several years earlier amidst the threat of Loki's invasion and the first assembling of the 'Avengers'. Tony may not understand why he got this second chance, but he's going to do better with it - and he's decided that he's going to share it. With a Winter Soldier who could really use a different hand than he was dealt.

Never let it be said that fate doesn't have a sense of humor.

WinterStrange

4. List of Questions (Civil War Team Iron Man) series by izumi2 | this series is so fucking good - there are so many things that did not make sense in any universe that this fic fixes - listen, I wouldn't trust Team Captain America with anything - 28+ parts

Unrelated (or not) one shots. You can read separetely or as part of the same 'universe'.

'What if' situations where questions are raised and answered in an AU.

5. Another Way by @respect-tony-stark | this is literally such a slow burn and it's fucking great - this fic is a balm to my soul that never stops giving - Tony has mental illnesses that needs to be treated!! - #teamironman - 85k+

Everyone assumed things started to fall apart during their Civil War, but Tony could tell dynamics were off way before then. It started after Ultron. Tony was trying to hold onto the pieces just as much as everyone else, but maybe the team didn't want to as much as they thought they did. Tony just hoped that Steve and everyone else would get over Ultron.

Then Tony found out about a certain Winter Soldier and December of 1991. Tony wasn't irrational. He'd give Steve a chance to confess, but there were a lot more things wrong with their team than secrets. It was time for Tony to realize that.

6. A Second Chance (To Get It Right) by DobbyRocksSocks | this is what I wish Endgame had been - hindsight is 20/20 and it's delicious - the Steve & Tony interactions hurt - just crying about Aunt Peggy - 22k

Stephen knows there's only one way to win the war against Thanos. Tony wishes he knew what the hell was happening, and just how he's waking up in 2010 with JARVIS telling him the time and date.

7. Poison in My Veins by ArcticVulpix | listen, watching the What If...? episode right after this made me feel justified - JARVIS loves Sir so much - not SHIELD friendly because fuck them - also the reason why I went on a tangent while showing my partner Iron Man 2 - 2k

What if injecting Tony with an unknown chemical during the Palladium poisoning incident had more realistic consequences? After all, they couldn't know what medication Tony was on. And how it would react to their 'cure'.

JARVIS is not happy.

8. ironstrange vs. the rogues series by imposterhuman | feat. some juicy past-Stony - it's just great to see peeps take Tony's side - Rogues didn't realize how much shit Tony put up with to help them not fail as a team - #teamironman - 13+ parts

the rogue avengers return, only, tony isnt alone this time

9. Tony and the Neurosurgeon by ArcticVulpix | part of a great series [Anyone But Steve Rogers] - cw: mind control and sexual harassment - Clint is a bro - protective JARVIS - 10k

JARVIS would only accept the best for sir. So a doctor who can keep up with Tony's banter and with a high enough intelligence to understand him was pretty high up on the list.

FrostIron

10. Tears by Arabesqueangel | dying after getting rejected from soulmate AU - enemies to lovers - Thor: Ragnarok canon-divergent - Jotunn Loki is best Loki - 11k

Thor says they are headed to Earth. Loki is understandably dreading their arrival. It's not just his own actions on Earth the last time that are causing him pause. It's the knowledge that Tony Stark is his soulmate and he can never know... no matter how much it hurts.

11. Things That Are Never Meant by katling | Civil War canon-divergent - Pepper is a BAMF - Wanda is straight-up evil in this one - some people are OOC - 28k

When Tony Stark disappears from Siberia, the aftershocks shatter some people and rebuild others. And when Tony returns, nothing will ever be the same again.

12. Tony and the Trickster by ArcitcVulpix | bless this author for their fics - I just love the way Loki *clenches fist* tricks people - one-sided Stony - people stand up for Tony! - 6k

As usual, it started because Loki was bored.

Is there really any more else to say?

13. The Power of Faith series by Draysmeria | this series! is an epic amazing story - AU from Avengers to Endgame - FrostIron vs. the world - I love the pagan representation - 5 parts

Loki has been Tony's God for a long time and there was nothing Loki could do that would turn Tony away from him, even if he attempted to invade earth. Stronger together than apart they embark on a journey to rid the universe once and for all of their ultimate enemy Thanos. It is not always easy navigating heroes, villains and interpersonal relationships, but with the power of their faith in each other, everything is possible.

14. Proof That DUM-E Knows Exactly What He's Doing (And Why JARVIS Should Stop Bossing Him Around) by NamelesslyNightlock | this is mostly told from the POV of DUM-E - the bots care and love for Tony so much - enemies to strangers to lovers - idiots in love - 14k

When DUM-E touches something he shouldn’t and it makes someone new appear in the workshop, DUM-E doesn’t know why JARVIS gets so worried. Clearly, he and Loki are going to be the best of friends.

Misc.

15. you want a war? (you don't know what you're asking for) by graveltotempo | Pepper and Rhodey are salty - Tony isn't in this story - I love a #teamironman story about consequences - Aunt Peggy - 12k

“And now? Now you’ve all betrayed,”  Steve flinched at the choice of words, “Stark, and Potts and Rhodes are not going to sit and take it.”

Natasha frowned at the phone. “What does this mean for us?”

Fury laughed - an ugly laugh with no myrth in it. “It means that Potts or Rhodes are the ones who sent me this phone because they wanted me to contact you. They wanted me - and you - to know that they are with Stark, that they are the line of defence between him and us.”

16. Tony Stark Defense Squad series by ArcticVulpix - Pepper/Tony - I love seeing the Defenders and Fantastic Four interact with the Avengers! - Carol and Jessica Jones putting Steve back in his place - Aunt Peggy - 20+ parts

Tony has recovered in the year following the Civil War, with his friends' and new team's help. With the Rogues coming back though, those friends aren't going to let them hurt Tony again.

17. From Little Things Big Things Grow by katling | Iron Husbands - this story is super amazing and makes me angry at Steve - Defenders and Fantastic Four are in this too! - hey, Team Cap are assholes - non-canon character death - 32k

In a harsher universe, Tony Stark lets Clint Barton's comment in the Raft slide off him but what would happen if he didn't? What would happen if that comment was the straw that broke the camel's back? What would happen if Tony didn't go to Siberia? If he turned his attention away from the Rogue Avengers and looked towards others to help him protect the world and the universe, even if those others come in strange packages?

[quinncupine]

Yo imagine being in the general class of UA and being recovery girl’s little apprentice/intern and one of the 1A boys constantly getting hurt (whether its on purpose or accidentally ) as an excuse to come visit; I’m imagining todoroki or kaminari because I’m in a mood for those 2 and Deku wouldn’t need to an excuse 🙄

Ha, of course Deku wouldn't need an excuse!🙄 That's his second home at this point. I’ve never written for Kaminari before so this was a fun little experience! Sorry I’m answering this so late, I took a little writing break last week, but now I’m back on the grind! (Also I tried to keep this gender neutral as well!)

Word count: ~2.8K

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Midoriya, Kaminari, and Todoroki with Intern!Reader

Midoriya

"Midoriya, Midoriya, Midoriya," a soft voice sighed in mock exasperation. "How did I know I would find you here yet again."

Izuku flinched and looked up from his spot on the bed to see you casually leaning against the doorframe. That signature white lab coat draped over your form suited you perfectly. You looked like a real doctor standing there with the little clipboard tucked neatly into your waist and that warm smile radiating off you. To say that your smile had an effect on him was an understatement.

"Uh," he chuckled with a nervous smile, "sorry, I know I was just here yesterday."

"Yesterday? Midoriya, you've been here every day this week." Hopping off the door frame, you crossed your arms. "Do you wanna see me that bad?"

It was only a joke, but his face flushed a bright crimson at your words. Suddenly, every spot other than you seemed much more interesting to stare at, so he didn't catch that smirk lighting up your face as you stepped into the room.

A quick flip through the probably too many pages in his chart that he'd racked up this year alone, "So, what's it this time?"

"Just a sprained wrist," he held up said wrist. "I thought it was fine, but then it started to swell so I, uh, thought I should come here…just in case."

"And how did it happen?" you set the chart down and pulled the little wheeled stool to sit in front of him. With gentle fingers, you prodded the bruised skin.

At your touch, he stiffened. You were so close, eyes solely focused on his wrist. While you were examining him, he took the opportunity to stare at you with those giant green eyes of his, cataloging every inch of your face. When you began your internship with Recovery Girl, he was shocked the first time he walked in here to see you instead of the older woman. Not that he was complaining. You were way more amiable with him and although you didn't appreciate him injuring himself so much, he'd come to quite like these little meetings with just the two of you.

"Lucky for you, it's not too bad," you decided, looking up to meet his deer-eyed gaze. One which he promptly looked away from. "Ice it for twenty minutes a few times today and the swelling should go down. I'll get you a compression bandage." When you stood up to root through the doors for the bandage, you glanced back at him. "What'd you do, punch a brick wall?"

"Concrete actually," he stuttered out. "I missed my opponent, couldn't stop my follow-through in time."

The power he held always amazed you, but you were always the one to see the after-effects during training. He was strong to a point of recklessness. Something he really needed to work on. Finally finding the bandages, you walked back to your stool.

"Well, I hope you kicked that wall's ass then." Grabbing his hand, you locked eyes with him, "just don't overdo it too much. You only have two hands so try and keep them for at least a few more years yeah?"

Izuku was only half-listening, too entranced by your touch to keep up with the conversation. As you carefully wrapped his wrist, he sat back, taking the time to take in your image. This was really the only time he ever got to see you. The support department was on the opposite side of campus and those classes rarely ever teamed up. Besides, you were part of the relief support courses, not tactical, which meant the two of you would never train together while here. And while you were great at this part, patching him up right quick, and sending him on his way, he couldn't help but wish you were slower. All he wanted was to just sit here forever with you, injuries be damned.

"Right then, here we are," Straightening up, you finished wrapping the limb, and with a double check to make sure everything was in order, you smiled up at him. "You know, I should start charging each time you come in here. I bet you'd be able to cover this entire department's budget in a week.

"Oh, you think so?" the way he cocked his head, that cute little innocent widening of his eyes seemed to inject serotonin straight into your veins. The boy was just too adorable for his own good and he didn't even know it. "Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother."

"A bother? You?" An airy laugh blew past your lips. "My day would be so boring if I didn't have my favorite patient to keep me company." He tried his best to hide that all too obvious blush creeping up his neck. "Although, I could do without all the injuries you seem to be racking up."

Izuku turned his focus to the newly wrapped wrist, biting on his lower lip. He couldn't even bring himself to look at you or he might combust on the spot. When you left his side to go wash your hands, he finally sneaked a peek. Now that you were done, he was going to have to leave. He didn't want to leave. He liked being here with you. For whatever reason, anytime you were near him, his heart raced and he felt lightheaded, but also a million times better, even with whatever injuries he was sporting. If he didn't already know your quirk, he would've thought you had the ability to heal with just a simple smile. You were an adrenaline boost he always looked forward to.

"You're not always here, right?" the words left his mouth before he even realized he said them aloud. "I, uh, I mean, you do other things outside the recovery ward?"

"Sure," you shrugged, drying your hands. "You're not always training, right?" With a pause you shook your head, "wait, don't answer that. I think I already know that answer." Casting a smirk at him, he looked down at his shoes, a smile of his own taking root. "I'll have you know I do do other things besides patching up one Mr. Broken Bones Midoriya."

"Oh yeah, of course, you do!" he tripped over the words as they spilled from his mouth. "I just mean that your really cool and stuff but I never really see you other than here and I know the campus is big, but I just thought that maybe you, or I, or, or…uh…" he was running out of gas and confidence so he decided to abandon ship and jump to his feet, intent on escaping this sinking boat. "Um, anyway, thanks for the uh-thanks for this!" Waving his wrist, he made for the exit but before he could make his hasty getaway, you stepped in front of him.

"Geez Midoriya, calm down," it was like trying to corral a frantic bunny. The boy's eyes were darting all over the place, probably looking for a different escape route. "Tell ya what, when that wrist heals up and if you don't get any more injuries before the weekend, let's see if we can change not seeing each other around."

Izuku froze, the words processing in his mind a few times before they finally clicked. "You mean like a-a…"

"Just try not to get hurt for at least a few days? You placed a hand on his shoulder and lead him towards the door. "Think you can manage that?"

He'd never been so motivated to stay this healthy before. A furious nod and you sent him off with a wink. When the door closed, he slumped against the wall outside, bandaged wrist against his chest, trying to stop the mini horse race trampling through his chest. What he didn't know was that you were on the opposite side of that door, one hand to your own chest, the other trying to combat the heat on your cheeks. You'd been working up the courage to do that all week because god knows when Midoriya would ever find the courage to do it. An all too excited squeal rushed out of your mouth before you could stop it. This was going to be an interesting week.

 KAMINARI

You could hear the babbling from down the hall before you saw him. That stupid deep-fried laugh was synonymous with one person and one person only. Dropping the pen and whirling around in your chair, you leaned your elbow on the armrest as two of the school's med bots ushered Denki in. Thumbs up and that dopey smile plastered on his face had you trying your best to contain the giggle building in your throat.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," you smirked at the blonde who'd been sat on one of the beds. "Go over your limit again Kaminari?"

"Yay…" he mumbled and fell back on the bed with a groan.

It wasn't the first time he'd come in with a fried brain and if there was one thing you knew about him, it wouldn't be the last. The good thing is he usually just needed to sleep it off for a bit. But being the ever diligent medical intern, you came over to check him over.

Denki laid sprawled out on the bed, hands finally giving out and falling to his side. After a quick examination, he appeared to be in working order, just needed a bit of a recharge, so you returned to your paperwork and let him be.

A half-hour later, he sat up with a loud groan, rubbing his head, "Uh, that majorly sucked."

"Ah, so sleeping beauty finally rises," you didn't even turn to him but still felt that charming smile bounce off your back.

"You really think I'm a beauty?" he grinned, standing up to stretch. "You know I'm still pretty sore, I could always get back in bed and we can see if a kiss will make me feel better."

"Tell me," a playful tug on your lips as you twirled in your chair to face him, "do any of those lines ever work?"

"That's for you to answer and for me to find out."

"Sorry to disappoint bud, but I don't think you're gonna like my answer." Satisfied with his little pout, you turned back to continue your work. "You're fine Kaminari, you can go back to class now."

"Aww, but being here with you is so much better," he trudged over to your desk and leaned on the back of the chair. "Can't you write me a doctor's note so I can stay here with your beautiful face for the rest of the day?"

"And what would you even want to do here with me for the rest of the day, hmm?" you hadn't meant it to sound like an innuendo, but judging from his flushed expression, he'd taken it that way.

"Don't tell me you're interested in the medical field now?" it was your attempt to gain control of the conversation again. "And after all that hard hero training you do."

"Uh, I…" a small spark shot between his hands as he tried to think of something to say. You must've really thrown him off this time, although that isn't very hard to do. After a few moments of fidgeting, he deflated and dropped his head. "All right, I'll go back to class."

"Aww come now, don't look so down," you laughed, leaning back in your chair. "I'm sure Mr. Aizawa is much more fun than I am."

"Yeah, if you think torture is fun," he pulled his hair with a whine and slogged towards the door. When he reached for the handle, he paused and glanced back at you with a forlorn look. "Not even a kiss for the road?"

"Hmm," tapping your chin with the pen, you smirked, "maybe if you come up with a less cheesy pick-up line, then I might be more inclined."

That perked him up more than any jolt of electricity could do. "Well you're in luck babe, I've got plenty of 'em!"

"Let's hear it then, I'm all ears."

"Okay, okay…" he scrunched his face and crossed his arms. You could practically see the gears turning as he thought it through. "Damn," he spoke after a moment, trying to hide his smirk, "you're so beautiful you made me forget my pick-up line."

You chucked the pen at him with a snort, which he narrowly dodged, hopping halfway out the door in the process. "Oh my god Kaminari, I said less cheesy, get out of here!"

That dorky grin back on his face, he held up his hands. "Fine, but don't think I'm finished here. I will find one that works." With a wave, he disappeared, yelling through the door, "mark my words!"

TODOROKI

Honestly, the scrape wasn't even that bad or that deep, but he still found himself marching towards Recovery girls office in hopes he'd find you there. Ever since you became her intern, he seemed to find himself injured more and more frequently…by total accident of course.

"Oh, Todoroki," you smiled as he walked in. "What brings you in today?"

"I injured my arm during training today," he said flatly, holding the appendage up. There was a sizable gash under what looked like scorch marks. "I thought it best to get it checked out."

"Geez, who were you fighting this time?"

"Bakugo," with a shrug, he glanced at his arm.

"Well, that makes sense," you waved him to one of the beds, "come on, let's have a look then."

Silently, he sat down on the examination bed, the stiff paper ruffling as he scooted back slightly when you approached. His whole body was stiff, eyes staring everywhere but your face. It didn't look much different from his usual self, but internally, he was having a slight meltdown from your mere proximity alone.

Sliding the stool over, you sat down and twisted his left arm back and forth to get a good look, muttering a few things before giving it back. "the cuts shallow which means no stitches, so that's good. Should heal on its own in a few days. I'll just clean it and wrap it, then you're good to go."

"Oh," the word unintentionally slipped out.

When you looked up at him, you noticed the tiniest of pouts forming on his lips. "Unless something else is wrong?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly.

Something else was definitely wrong. Throwing him a quizzical look, you headed for the drawers that held your supplies. "That's good I suppose," you said lightly, "It seems like I've been seeing you almost every day this week alone."

"Sorry," he muttered.

"I didn't say I was complaining," with a grin, you sat back in front of him with sterilizing pads and gauze.

Those words alone were enough for his left side to flare up. When your fingers touched his arm to clean the wound, you flinched away.

"Uh, hey Todoroki," you cocked your head, trying to maintain that professional demeanor Recovery Girl kept pestering you about (although the old woman should take her own advice) and not crack a smile. When his eyes finally met your own, you pointed to his arm, raising a brow. "Might wanna tone down the heat there."

He blinked. Then blinked again before realizing what the problem was. His cheeks flushed almost the same color as his hair and turned his head in embarrassment, rasping out a quiet apology.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" dapping the wound after the skin cooled down, your eyes wandered up to his. "You seem a little worked up."

"Something like that," he mumbled, watching your hands delicately work, using that as a distraction to keep from staring at your face. The same face he could easily find himself lost in if he gave himself the chance. So he decided to change the subject. "It's quiet here." Yeah, way to go, man, real insightful.

"Yeah, Recovery Girl gives me the quietest shifts until I gain enough experience." Once the soot was cleaned off, you grabbed the gauze. "You don't always have to be injured to come visit me, you know." Sparing a quick glance up at him, you started wrapping the limb. "I wouldn't mind the company."

"Am I even allowed in here without an excuse?" It was just a curious question but your frown caught him off-guard, wondering if he said something wrong.

"Couldn't hurt to find out," you mumbled, "I mean we are in an infirmary." Tying off the gauze, you patted just below the cut with a small smile. "Okay, you're all patched up. You're free to go."

"Does it have to be here?" Shoto suddenly stood up, eyes meeting your own.

"What?"

"You said you wouldn't mind the company," he furrowed his brow. "Does it have to be here?"

"Well, no, I was just saying…wait, you wanna see me outside of here?" you gestured around the room, a little baffled.

He nodded, looking less confident by the minute. "If that's alright with you."

The smile that lit up your face was brighter than any flames Shoto could ever hope to produce. "It's more than alright with me."

...

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[a-slice-of-cate]

Death Do Us Part {4}

part 1 part 2 part 3

Hero screamed bloody murder as the needle pushed deeper and deeper into their arm. The liquid from the needle felt hot as it flowed through their body- dark blue and black veins appeared from the injection site.

“It’s almost over,” Supervillain ran his calloused hand over Hero’s sweating forehead and injected more of the painful liquid. “Shh…”

Tears ran down Hero’s face, blood dripped from their nose and cuts battered their once soft, young skin. “I can’t,” they breathed. Hero saw black spots dot the corners of their vision. “Please, Sir,”

Supervillain sighed and only pushed the needle in deeper. Hero’s vision clouded over and they were taken over by darkness.

When Hero woke up, they were still surrounded by darkness. Laughter erupted around them almost like it was in their head.

“You’re awake,” Supervillain said over the God Speaker, “Your goal is to survive. You will find that our newest session will help you with that.”

With that, the God Speaker cut out and a low growl was sound from behind them. Hero slowly turned around with a look of dread and fear. A tall black figure loomed over them. A dark force fell over Hero and they felt their body move on its own, fighting off the demon.

Whatever Supervillain had pumped Hero with burned like a son of a bitch through their veins. Hero hissed anytime they used their newfound powers but they kept pushing in order to survive.

For what felt like hours, Hero fought and killed every monster that came their way. By the time they were done, they stood there, chest heaving, hair disheveled, and their skin stained red. The blood of their enemies drenched their figure.

“I’ve done what you asked!” they screamed into the air. “Now let me out, you sick son of a bitch!”

Villain sat there, starting to get a chill from the cold night. As Hero told them the stories of their childhood, Villain couldn’t help but find a sense of familiarity.

The events that Hero described were a lot like the ones they went through growing up as well. However, since they both grew up on the same part of town, it’s very possible that everyone around the woods were treated that way.

“I did that for so long,” Hero explained. “I let him do that to me for years! Years of torture, of injections, of false power pumped into me,” Hero frowned and fumbled with their fingers. “I’m sorry,” they said. “I don’t mean to dump all of this on you.”

Villain watched Hero closely. They’ve known Hero most of their life and not once have they seen this vulnerability show. Hero always seemed like this head strong, superhero that never faltered or failed. Villain didn’t know what to say or physically respond with so they settled with a small nod. 

“Life is pretty shitty, ain’t it?” 

Hero sniffed and wiped their nose, a human instinct that they had forgotten they don’t need to use anymore.

“I guess so,” they held their hands in their laps before taking a deep breath. “Why do you hate me?” Hero’s voice was suddenly more solemn and distant.

Villain blinked and gently scooted closer to Hero. “Hate you? I never hated you, Hero.” They said looking out over the city. “Never.”

Hero closed their eyes before speaking again. “But you do. You shut me out, you snap at me, hell here I am— a poltergeist or some shit.”

The h/c {gender} sighed and hung their head. “I envied you,” Villain began. “All my life, I’ve always felt like you were better than me, so I vowed to out do you.”

Hero felt their non beating heart tighten.

“I wanted to be you,” Villain groaned. “I wanted the glory and the praise, I wanted the money and to feel like I’ve done good for the world.” Villain rambled on. “But then I realized that’s not where fate was taking me. I wasn’t meant to be the Hero for this story. We are opposites, Hero,” Villain cleared their throat. “But when we get you back to normal, I wanna be your equal. I want to fight you as if it’s us messing around.”

Hero looked at Villain and they felt beat rise in their cheeks.

“Okay,” Hero breathed out. “Just so you know,” they looked down at their lap. “I never hated you either. In fact I envied you.”

Both Hero and Villain burst out laughing. Hero explained how corrupt and deceitful the Hero Society was.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be, trust me,” Hero ran a hand through their hair. They noticed the slight yawn that Villain tried to hide. “Hey, go get some sleep. I’ll be okay.”

Villain stood up but instead of walking the other way, they held their hand down to Hero. “I know you don’t sleep anymore, but could you…” Villain couldn’t find the words.

Hero chuckled before taking their hand and standing up. “Sure,”

Villain turned their fade away so Hero wouldn’t see the blush that grew across their cheeks.

The rest of the night, Villain had their head rested on Hero’s chest, arms wrapped around their torso, holding them close.

Hero let their fingers run through Villain’s hair, lightly running them up and down the back of their neck before returning them back to their hair. Hero repeated this motion until Villain eventually fell asleep.

Hero smiled at the sight. As Villain slept, they looked so mundane. With a simple T-shirt and sweatpants and their features soft, not hard with the burdens of the world.

Hero let their fingers glide over Villains cheek, ghosting over their features with cold fingers.

It made sense why Hero’s spirt was attached to Villain, which made them a poltergeist. One: they died by the hands of Villain. Two: Hero knew now deeply Villain really cared for them. After what happened on the roof, Hero could sense the gentle feelings Villain felt for them.

“I forgive you,” Hero placed a cold kiss to Villains forehead before resting their head back on the pillows and pretending to sleep, maybe giving the effect as if they were actually sleeping.

***

Hero tumbled down the alleyway. After several blows to the abdomen and face, Hero felt their energy and adrenaline begin to fade.

It was a struggle getting up. Their arms were shaky and their breathing had gone rigid.

“Villain! Stop!” They yelled but Villains fist collided with Hero’s chin once again.

Fire burned behind their eyes. They were under Supervillains ruling and this is what Supervillain wanted.

“If you want me ti stop, you’re going to have to kill me!” Villain went to throw another punch but Hero used all their strength to block the blow.

It would’ve saved them if this were a regular fight.

However, Hero’s vision turned white as a searing pain bloomed in their side.

Hero couldn’t even cry out in pain because Villian’s lips entrapped theirs to hush them.

Soft whimpers left Hero’s lips as Villain kissed their pain away. Villain and slowly pulled the blade out, slowly.

“Shh,” Villain rested their forehead against Hero’s. “It’s going to be okay, Love. It’s going to be okay.” They pet down Hero’s hair as a single tear fell from their eye.

Hero gave one more soft whimper before their shaking body stilled and their chest settled with one last breath.

[chiisana-lion]

@hitsuyou-fukaketsu​ ok rolling up my sleeves rn. first off im pretty sure i already recommended this one but it really is good and one of my all time favorites now so ill rec it again kininatteru hito ga otoko jyanakatta is so everything to me its abt a gyaru and the girl sitting next to her thats actually the “guy” from the CD shop she frequents that she’s been crushing on for a while!! they both love rock music and its rly cute i love the artstyle so much too

really recommend the moon on a rainy night too!! its about a girl who likes piano and her deaf classmate who used to play, her disability gets treated respectfully in writing and all the conflicts in it feel real, its pretty sweet

liked whisper me a love song a lot too, 1st year girl who “fell in love” w her senior after seeing her perform in her rock band (also mc is really arospec to me its a good one)

one of my personal favorites is hana ni arashi, honestly its just ur run of the mill wholesome manga but i love the artstyle and its just cute for if you need an injection of fluff right into the veins 👍

i love amy is a really good psychological manhwa!! pretty rich girl wants to get close to the guy she likes and gets help from another girl who just happens to interact with him often, they become friends but it maybe ends up a bit more than that from one or both sides

hanamonogatari is a cute one, love old woman yuri o7 theres only 2 chapters as of right now i believe though

honorary mention since its Technically listed as a BL but on my hands and knees please read crossplay love. its soooo good these two guys are unknowingly crushing on each other and both dress up as girls in order to get close to each other its a really fun romcom i liked it more than i imagined i would kdsjkgjkdhs guys will say yeah im definitely cis and straight and then literally be in a trans lesbian relationship

enjoy o7

Where are the girls loving each other rb where wher

you mean the GL recs?? that was thru discord to another pal of mine but if you want i can send some to you too assuming you hadnt already read them akshdkshshs

[itsthestutterforme]

The Real Ending (Jang Hanseo)

Summary: Hanseo sends Y/N away so she is safe from Hanseok's antics. Soon after, Vincenzo helps fake his death so they both could be free.

Characters: Cha young x reader (platonic), Vincenzo x reader (platonic), Jang Hanseo x reader (romantic), Jang Hanseok x reader (abusive relationship)

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Waiting for Hanseo to get home, you turn on the light in the bathroom and purposely avoid the mirror. From the way your entire head is pounding, you could tell that Hanseok did a number on your face.

You knew it was bad, you didn't bother wanting to look. Soft sobs erupted from your chest and you sat on the floor to hug your knees to your chest. Hearing the door open, you croak, "Hanseo." He yells out in surprise before following your voice to the bathroom.

"You scared the hell out of- oh my God," he says when he sees my face. "Y/N, "I'm going to kill him," Hanseo says, ghosting a finger over your swollen cheek from Hanseok hitting you. "What was his excuse this time?"

"He had a bad day at work," you say with a shrug. His jaw clenches with anger and you add, "Am I hard to love?" "What would make you say something like that?" He says, sitting down next to you.

"Every relationship that I've ever had, romantic or not, were abusive one way or another. It makes me wonder if I deserve it." You explain as more tears escape your eyes.

"Honestly, that thought crossed my mind once or twice about myself. The only one that treats me good is you and you're just as broken as I am." He states with a sigh. You lean on your side and wrap your arms around him.

He holds the back of your head and wraps an arm around your waist. "I ordered you a plane ticket," "What?" You say, pulling away from him. "No, I'm not leaving you here. He'll kill you if he found out you helped me leave."

He silences you by cupping the sides of your face and gently touching your cheeks with his thumbs. Holding on to his wrists, you add, "You can't die. Not for me." "You're worth dying for," he says to you. You shake your head and tried to pull away from him, but he didn't budge.

That's when you knew he was serious. "I'm not leaving you." You state. "How many of these can you endure Y/N? It's getting worse. He's spiralling because of Vincenzo. He will kill you." "Then at least i don't have to suffer anymore." His grip on your face softens and you stand up from the floor to leave.

"Just think about it, please." He calls after you. You stop for a moment and look over your shoulder at him. You didn't say a word before leaving the house.

Slowly opening the door to Jang Hanseok's apartment, you heard his laughter in the other room. He must be on the phone with Ms. Choi again.

You walk upstairs and strip off your clothes to take your shower, careful not to apply pressure to your bruises along your chest cavity. You jump when you hear him say, "Where have you been?" "I.. went for a walk," you say softly, avoiding eye contact with him.

He hisses when his eyes scan the bruises he made on you. "I should be taking it easy on you. I'm sorry, honey, you don't deserve this." He says, nearing. He walks you against the sink and you place your hands on his chest to push him away.

"Look at me," he whispers and you slowly met his gaze. You really did love him, once... You met him and Hanseo in junior high and Hanseok wasn't a bad kid. It wasn't until he went to college in the States that he came back controlling and manipulative.

It wasn't long after that he started hitting you. You were aware that you were crying until he brushes away your tears with his thumb. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

**

You woke up earlier than Hanseok and you were very careful not to wake him. He is not a morning person at all. He spent the night kissing you and giving you massages.

You guys watched your favorite movies and eat your favorite food. Something he does every so often when he thinks you're distancing yourself from him.

You went downstairs to get something to drink when you heard heavy footsteps beside you. A hand clamped over your mouth before you could yell out and a there was a sharp pinch on the side of you neck.

Jolting yourself awake, you immediately look around the room to see a foreign environment. Your neck throbs and you gently touch the injection area to find a small, sensitive bump. Where the hell are you?

You slowly get out of bed and advance towards the door. Swinging it open, unsure of what you would find, you walk down the hallway that led to an empty living room. There was a note on the table that read, "This was the only way. I'm sorry. -Jang Hanseo."

"No," you say, sitting on the couch with your face in your hands.

Turns out, Hanseo sent you to Ireland. You haven't been in contact with him since because he didn't want Hanseok to trace you and find you. You both hated and loved Hanseo for risking his life to save you.

Within the first few weeks, you were comfortable enough to go outside and roam the city. You've always been vigilant, borderline paranoid of disappointing Hanseok and suffering the consequences.

It wasn't until you got the call from Vincenzo that your good luck ended. "He's dead, Y/N. He killed him." The words sliced through your heart like butter. "I'm getting the first plane ticket there."

"No, that is not what he would have wanted." "You wouldn't know what he would have wanted!" You snap, instantly regretting it.

"I have to see him. We haven't spoken since he sent me here." "I'll pick you up when you arrive." You spent the entire plane ride looking out the window, daydreaming of what your life could have been if you were with Hanseo.

You imagine late night walks and coffee dates, beach days and sporadic spicy foods nights you would have been happy. The potential you guys had made your heart warm. You just hated how you never gave it a chance all because of the fear of what Hanseok would do to you both.

You approach Vincenzo and he walks you to his car. Tossing your bag in the back seat, you freeze when see Hanseo's jacket. You take it in your hands and ask, "What is this doing here?" "He left it at my apartment. I brought it here to bring it back to him, but.." he trails off and you nod.

You bring it with you in the front seat and lay it across your lap. "He loved you more than you could imagine. He was determined to get you out." "I.. I really wanted him to come with me." He takes your hand into his, which surprised you because neither of you were the affectionate type.

But it was nice to be consoled for once. He pulled up to the hospital and you follow him down the halls to the morgue. Two morticians were in the room, one had a chart and the other pulled out a slate with Hanseo's body on it.

It took you a while for your mind to process what you were seeing. A man you loved was lifeless on a slab. But when it finally set in, your blood ran cold in your veins. With his jacket still in your hands, you reach out and wince when your hand comes into contact with his cold forehead.

"How.. was he in pain when he died?" You asked Vincenzo. A sob left your mouth when he chose not to answer. That was all the answer you needed. You fell to the ground and Vincenzo followed you. "He was suppose to come with me," you croak.

"I know," he says, holding you softly. "Why couldn't it have been me?" You bury your face into Vincenzo's chest, and from that day forward, you were a mess. You've always been on the brink of depression but this has sent you over the edge.

The only reason why you even got up this morning was because Hanseo's lawyer told Vincenzo that he needed to meet with you discussing his will. He left you everything. His pent houses, his villas and all of his bank accounts.

A hand gently touched you shoulder, taking you out of your trace. "Huh?" You turn to see it was Cha young. "How are you holding up?" She asks. "He left me everything," "Like everything," "Everything," you say with a nod. "But it doesn't feel right," you add.

"He would want you to be happy, no matter what form that takes." Vincenzo says. "I told you she would come back," a familiar voice says, making you freeze. You spin around to see Hanseo standing next to Vincenzo right before your eyes.

"What the.. how is this possible?" "He's in the Mafia, Y/N, what can't he do?" You jump up from the chair and rush into his arms, nearly knocking him over. "I'm sorry, but that was the only way we cou-" Hanseo tries to explain.

"Shh, stop talking." You interrupted as you tightened his grip on him, not caring if you heard a faint crank.

**

Third Person POV

Cha young approaches Mr. Nam when she notices him smiling down at something in his hands. "What is it?" She asks. Mr. Nam shows her the invitation that read: You've been invited to the wedding of Jang Hanseo and Y/L/N Y/F/N taking place on June 14, 2021 at the Gracehall, Craigavon, United Kingdom."

[kim-poce]

Pretty Prey - 4

I need a name for this too... I mean, my blog is literally titled "How do I tittle?" and I think this fits me very well

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Pretty Prey - Masterlist

CW: female whumper, male whumpee, vampire whumper, blood bag whumpee, intimate whumper, drugs (vampire's venom)

Cold.

Whumpee was on the bed, he had a blanket covering him along with the vampire holding him from behind. The same creature that painfully drank his blood before, now so close and quiet.

Whumpee was almost glad for the cold, at least he could pretend that his shivering was due to the vampire's cold skin rather than her presence.

"Still awake, pretty boy?" Whumper asked, moving her hand from his chest up to his neck, touching it with the tip of her fingers, and feeling Whumpee's breathe stop.

Whumpee would lie if he could, but he knows that the vampire could hear the way his heart was racing faster at her words, so he nodded weakly, hoping that she wasn't thirsty already, he won't survive a week if she keeps drinking from him like this.

The vampire sat up slowly, outstretching her hand calmly, always so terrifyingly gracious, "Give me your wrist," she ordered, making him flinch.

"Please." Whumpee tried, just a single word so she won't be too mad at him, but a word full of his fear and despair.

"I won't drink, boy~" She purred, "At least, not right now, I'll help you sleep so don't make me order twice, okay?" She asked with a sweet voice as if worrying about him.

Whumpee whimpered, somehow he would rather that she grabbed his wrist herself instead of forcing him to give it to her, forcing his body to move toward the source of his fear.

His hands moved slowly and shivering, he didn't believe her, she would drink again, maybe her way to put him to sleep was to make him pass out from the lack of blood.

Whumpee let out a whine when he felt the cold finger softly touching his wrist, she doesn't grab it, he could pull his hand away if he chooses to, and he would be harshly punished for that.

His body shivered when she kissed his wrist, and it didn't stop shivering when she licked it, he felt a pressure when her fangs pierced into his flesh, but she... wasn't... drinking.

It felt as if she was injecting something in his veins, he opened his mouth to ask or beg, anything, but his body wasn't obeying, his mind was dizzy and fear was dissipating, he liked that, in an odd way but he did.

The world was slowly covered in a fog as he fell into a deep sleep.

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Taglist: @nicolepascaline, @rose-pinkie, @wolfeyedwitch

[bamf-jaskier]

What the fuck are the Trials

Since the show is based on the books and not the games, and more people are more familiar with the games that the books, I thought it might be helpful to sort of officialize the posts I’ve done about specific topics in the books. 

Here are the previous posts on Triss&Geralt as well as Coën

TLDR: So looking at this process, according to the books the way a Witcher becomes, well a Witcher looks like this:

There is the Choice which is the decision to become a Witcher made when you are a child

Eat a lot of magic mushrooms that give you the strength and ability Witchers are known for

Then the Trial of the Grasses which is a concoction of mutagenic elixirs injected into the bloodstream which mutates you into a Witcher

Then finally there are the Changes. This is a big step and one that requires a mage. This is when the hormones are changed and a Witcher becomes permanently sterile

then there is training until you earn your medallion and BOOM, out onto the path with you

Now, have a post about what the trials are as far as the books are concerned

It’s important to note that in the books, The Witcher are a dying breed so the Trials are really only mentioned in Blood of Elves when Ciri trains with the Witchers and the two prequels, Sword of Destiny and The Last Wish. 

Let’s start out with the basics of the Trials, here is a passage from Blood of Elves where Triss is wondering why the Witchers at Kaer Morhen are being so secretive in regards to Ciri:

“It’s obvious. They want to mutate the child, subject her to the Trial of Grasses and Changes, but they don’t know how to do it. Vesemir was the only witcher left from the previous generation, and he was only a fencing instructor. The Laboratorium, hidden in the vaults of Kaer Morhen, with its dusty demi-johns of elixirs, the alembics, ovens and retorts… 

None of the witchers knew how to use them. The mutagenic elixirs had been concocted by some renegade wizard in the distant past and then perfected over the years by the wizard’s successors, who had, over the years, magically controlled the process of Changes to which children were subjected. And at a vital moment the chain had snapped. 

There was no more magical knowledge or power. The witchers had the herbs and Grasses, they had the Laboratorium. They knew the recipe. But they had no wizard.”

Later:

“And now they want to mutate the girl but can’t. And that might mean… They may ask me to help. And then I’ll see something no living wizard has seen, I’ll learn something no living wizard has learned. Their famous Grasses and herbs, the secret virus cultures, the renowned, mysterious recipes…”

Now, what Triss doesn’t realize is that Geralt and the others are not planning on subjecting Ciri to the trials at all but are instead trying to hide Ciri’s magical ability from Triss. They are worried she will report them to the Chapter. 

Of course, until they tell Triss this, she is deeply suspicious and goes on to talk about the mushrooms Witchers have access to which are extremely unique. 

“Of course, thought Triss. They’re feeding her those legendary cave saprophytes – a mountain plant unknown to science – giving her the famous infusions of their mysterious herbs to drink. The girl is developing quickly, is acquiring a witcher’s infernal fitness. Naturally, without the mutation, without the risk, without the hormonal upheaval. But the magician must not know this. It is to be kept a secret from the magician. They aren’t going to tell me anything; they aren’t going to show me anything.”

Later:

“I don’t give a fig for your trust, witchers. There’s cancer out there in the world, smallpox, tetanus and leukaemia, there are allergies, there’s cot death. And you’re keeping your “mushrooms”, which could perhaps be distilled and turned into life-saving medicines, hidden away from the world. You’re keeping them a secret even from me, and others to whom you declare your friendship, respect and trust. Even I’m forbidden to see not just the Laboratorium, but even the bloody mushrooms!”

Triss as a mage has extreme bias against the Trials and for good reason! Most of the populace doesn’t have access to any information on the Trials outside of vague ideas but Mages have access to first hand accounts such as this from Blood of Elves: 

“On the third day all the children died save one, a male barely ten. Hitherto agitated by a sudden madness, he fell all at once into deep stupor. His eyes took on a glassy gaze; incessantly with his hands did he clutch at clothing, or brandish them in the air as if desirous of catching a quill. His breathing grew loud and hoarse; sweat cold, clammy and malodorous appeared on his skin. Then was he once more given elixir through the vein and the seizure it did return. This time a nose-bleed did ensue, coughing turned to vomiting, after which the male weakened entirely and became inert.

For two days more did symptoms not subside. The child’s skin, hitherto drenched in sweat, grew dry and hot, the pulse ceased to be full and firm – albeit remaining of average strength, slow rather than fast. No more did he wake, nor did he scream.

Finally, came the seventh day. The male awoke and opened his eyes, and his eyes were as those of a viper…”

~Carla Demetia Crest, The Trial of Grasses and other secret Witcher practices, seen with my own eyes, manuscript exclusively accessible to the Chapter of Wizards

When most people think of the Trials, they are thinking similarly to Queen Calanthe in Sword of Destiny. 

Here is what Calanthe says to Geralt when talking about what he might do with his child surprise: 

“You are astonished,’ she stated. ‘Well, I’ve studied a little. Since Pavetta’s child has the chance of becoming a witcher, I went to great pains. My sources, Geralt, reveal nothing, however, regarding how many children in ten withstand the Trial of the Grasses. Would you like to satisfy my curiosity in this regard?’

‘O Queen,’ Geralt said, clearing his throat. ‘You certainly went to sufficient pains in your studies to know that the code and my oath forbid me from even uttering that name, much less discussing it.’

Calanthe stopped the swing abruptly by jabbing a heel into the ground. ‘Three, at most four in ten,’ she said, nodding her head in feigned pensiveness. 

‘A stringent selection, very stringent, I’d say, and at every stage. First the Choice and then the Trials. And then the Changes. How many youngsters ultimately receive medallions and silver swords? One in ten? One in twenty?”

Later Calanthe asks Geralt:

“Do you believe a Child of Destiny would pass through the Trials without danger?’

‘We believe such a child would not require the Trials.’

‘One question, Geralt. Quite a personal one. May I?’

He nodded.

‘There is no better way to pass on hereditary traits than the natural way, as we know. You went through the Trials and survived. So if you need a child with special qualities and endurance… Why don’t you find a woman who… I’m tactless, aren’t I? But I think I’ve guessed, haven’t I?’

‘As usual,’ he said, smiling sadly, ‘you are correct in your deductions, Calanthe. You guessed right, of course. What you’re suggesting is impossible for me.’

‘Forgive me,’ she said, and the smile vanished from her face. ‘Oh, well, it’s a human thing.’

‘It isn’t human.’

‘Ah… So, no witcher can—’

‘No, none. The Trial of the Grasses, Calanthe, is dreadful. And what is done to boys during the time of the Changes is even worse. And irreversible.”

Later:

“The risks are too great,’ Geralt said quickly. ‘As you said. At most, four out of ten survive.’

‘Dammit, is only the Trial of the Grasses hazardous? Do only potential witchers take risks? Life is full of hazards, selection also occurs in life, Geralt. Misfortune, sicknesses and wars also select. Defying destiny may be just as hazardous as succumbing to it. Geralt… I would give you the child. But… I’m afraid, too.’

Then in The Last Wish, Geralt describes his own experiences with The Trials:

“Kaer Morhen…That's where the likes of me were produced. It's not done anymore; no one lives in Kaer Morhen now. No one but Vesemir. Who's Vesemir? My father. Why are you so surprised? What's so strange about it? Everyone's got a father, and mine is Vesemir. And so what if he's not my real father? I didn't know him, or my mother. I don't even know if they're still alive, and I don't much care.

“Yes, Kaer Morhen. I underwent the usual mutation there, through the Trial of Grasses, and then hormones, herbs, viral infections. And then through them all again. And again, to the bitter end. Apparently, I took the changes unusually well; I was only ill briefly. I was considered to be an exceptionally resilient brat…and was chosen for more complicated experiments as a result. They were worse. Much worse. But, as you see, I survived. The only one to live out of all those chosen for further trials. My hair's been white ever since. Total loss of pigmentation. A side effect, as they say. A trifle.

“Then they taught me various things until the day when I left Kaer Morhen and took to the road. I’d earned my medallion, the Sign of the Wolf's School. I had two swords: silver and iron, and my conviction, enthusiasm, incentive and…faith. Faith that I was needed in a world full of monsters and beasts, to protect the innocent. As I left Kaer Morhen, I dreamed of meeting my first monster. I couldn't wait to stand eye to eye with him. And the moment arrived.”

So looking at this process, according to the books the way a Witcher becomes, well a Witcher looks like this:

There is the Choice which is the decision to become a Witcher made when you are a child

Eat a lot of magic mushrooms that give you the strength and ability Witchers are known for 

Then the Trial of the Grasses which is a concoction of mutagenic elixirs injected into the bloodstream which mutates you into a Witcher 

Then finally there are the Changes. This is a big step and one that requires a mage. This is when the hormones are changed and a Witcher becomes permanently sterile

then there is training until you earn your medallion and BOOM, out onto the path with you

This is why it’s such a big deal that Triss was brought to Kaer Morhen. Without a mage, someone cannot become a full Witcher and Triss believed that was why she was there. Of course, this wasn’t true but it’s a valid concern to have. 

One thing I want to note, there is absolutely NOTHING in the text that says that being a Witcher is limited to any sort of gender boundary. The fact that Triss so readily jumped to Ciri becoming a Witcher and the fact that Geralt didn’t specify  boys until he was talking about the sterilization process...well, there is a likelihood female Witchers actually existed. 

Again, in the books Witchers are a dying breed and you can literally count on one hand the number of Witchers we meet. Of course, considering mages are the ones who made Witchers, it makes sense that female Witchers are either strongly discouraged, banned or simply not talked about. 

One big point Triss has against Ciri’s training is that she won’t “develop” correctly like a woman “should” due to the mushrooms and harsh training and considering how so many northern mages place importance on beauty I could definitely see mages not wanting to have female Witchers, considering it a “perversion”. 

Just a fun thought I often have about the books that I haven’t seen anyone point out. 

So overall, here is what the books have to say about the Trials, it’s a touch different from the games but I find this very fascinating and interesting. Let me know if you want me to do a specific topic or relationship next, but for now, thanks for reading!

[thesunshinebunny]

When the world falls apart, the only thing we can hold onto is ourselves (Part I)

Series Master list

Pairing: Canon Eren Jaeger x reader

Content: Angst, unstable relationship, breakup, smut/nswf+18, major character death, violence, blood (obviously), war (pretty obvious)

Summary: War and hate. It’s what defined the world at this exact moment. You failed your comrades, and by failing them, you failed yourself. Your relationship is hanging by a thread and your enemies will not only be found on the other side of the sea, but also in the mind of the person you love the most. How will you take the reins in the face of so much destruction?

Chapter Summary: After watching their teammates die in battle, reader begins to question their sanity and of their so-called partner.

AN: let me say goodbye to my favorite girl, who got me the best laughs and relieved my anxiety while reading manga chapters. At the same time, let me succumb to the misery and enlarge the wound with an canon Eren. I won’t be against following this fic if I see that a lot of people like it, but my list of fandoms isn’t going to change, this will be a unique exception.

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The chill in the air from the airship rushed through my veins. Less than two hours ago, I had seen countless comrades die, each one of them struck by bullets in different parts of their bodys or eaten by a Titan. I had seen countless lives fall and had been unable to save any. I knew we were going on a suicide mission, but deep down inside of me, I hoped we would all come home alive.

I was very naïve to think of a happy ending in this rotten and violent world.

Inside the room I was in, my mind wandered looking through one of the few windows this war machine gave us. I wasn't paying attention to what Levi or Eren were saying, I didn't even have the slightest intention of asking why Zeke was with us. Although being a member of the Survey Corps and a direct and in training medic, I was not fully informed of the missions. Eren’s courtesy.

Bored and mentally tired, I left the room where my leaders were having a heated discussion with "humanity's last hope." I didn't have the strength to add more charcoal to the fire, but trust me when I tell you I wasn’t at all happy with Eren's plan, simply and exclusively because I was completely unaware.

I walked down the hall making a mental note to kick the brunette in the face like Levi did when we got back. If my so-called partner, who had the decency to slowly push me away over the last year without explanation, wasn’t confident enough to tell me whatever was going on in his mind, then we would be in front of the doors of a serious conversation back home.

I opened the door where the scouts were when I heard a rifle go off. My eyes went wide and fear washed over me. I instantly scanned my body for wounds, completely ignoring the situation happening in front of me. Finding no sign of impact, I looked up only to find Sasha falling on her back, with a bullet impact on her chest.

The world seemed to have frozen as did my body. No one was able to move. Blood was spreading around Sasha's body, staining the floor, and that's when I reacted. My body moved on its own, pulling the cloak off my shoulders and folding it to make a small pillow. My ears didn’t catch any screams or cries from my teammates, as if I was underwater and the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat accelerating, threatening to come out of my ears.

"I need a syringe with anesthesia, a pair of tweezers, a needle, a lighter, bandages and hot water, NOW !!"

No one was moving, everyone was in shock, including me, but I was layered enough to know that if we didn't do something, Sasha wasn't going to survive.

"Jean, Connie, I need surgical elementes! NOW!!"

The two boys came out of it, running around the room, even going to the continuous, looking for something that might serve, while I tore Sasha's shirt and took her equipment. Mikasa was next to me grabbing the pieces that were in the way.

"Mikasa, I need you to put pressure on the wound and don’t move your hands"

Connie came running back with the anesthesia in hand, trying to give it to me, but me failing. The syringe fell to the floor, but thanks to whatever deity was watching us it didn't break. My hands were shaking with adrenaline, making it impossible for me to inject the needle into the glass vial.

“Sasha… I need you to stay awake, ok? I need you to keep your eyes open at all time"

The dying girl in front of me didn't give me an answer, but I knew she heard me. In the background, I could hear the desperate cries of the others, apart from the fact that someone had hit the culprit in the face. I injected the anesthesia and proceeded to remove the bullet from the lung. Mikasa reapplied pressure with wet cloths.

"Sasha everything will be fine, I assure you, everything will be fine, so don't you dare die on me, okay?"

I couldn't tell who I was addressing those words to, the girl who gave us the best laughs in our training days, or me.

Lighter in hand I proceeded to cauterize the wound, but my eyes fell on Sasha's, noticing how the life had left her eyes. The light that was so bright in her pupils had faded, leaving nothing more than an empty countenance.

"Sasha?...Sasha? hey, this isn’t funny, Sasha wake up…Sasha?? SASHA?!!?!" ...

"SASHA!!!"

Again.

Again I’d been unable to do anything.

Again I’d to see how I was unable to save someone.

Again.

I had seen a mate die. Again.

My chest contracted, the air was impossible to get in or out and my lungs cried out to explode. My stomach wanted to regurgitate, but there was nothing in it, causing me to spasm. My vocal cords were damaged from screaming and my head was about to collapse.

My whole body was about to collapse.

"How dare you!? You son of a bitch, how dare you to shoot the person who forgave your life?"

My anger was now directed at the child they had wanted to bring with us. It was impossible for me to look at her without having the desire to break her face, to make her suffer ... to kill her. To take revenge for Sasha.

“SHE FORGAVE YOUR LIFE BY NOT GIVING YOU A SHOT IN THE HEAD AND IS THAT HOW YOU PAY HER? YOU HATE US SO MUCH? HOW MANY MORE LIVES DO YOU WANT TO TAKE FOR US TO BE SATISFIED?"

My legs got up, leading me towards the girl, but arms held me from behind, preventing me from continue walking, preventing me from taking revenge.

"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU? YOU ARE THE REAL DEVILS"

In the end, my body collapsed, completely loosening and causing me to almost slide down Connie's arms. I fell to my knees when he released me, snuggling up and hiding my head in my arms. Tears flowed like waterfalls with no intention of stopping and my screams reverberated across the metal in the room.

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Connie opened the door where our commanders were still arguing. Both with tears in our eyes gave the worst news of the night.

"Sasha died"

Jean and Hange's faces were disfigured and Levi hid his grim outline from us. The room was silent, but all that could be heard were my sobs, spasm after spasm.

"She had a ... a bullet impact ... in ... in the chest ..."

It was difficult, almost impossible, for me to relate the precarious medical report of our friend's death, trying to help me with the movement of my hands ... but even so the spasms won me over. I fell back to the floor, tears invaded my face once more and my ability to articulate words was gone down the drain.

Hange approached with a slow step and placed their hands on my shoulders, giving me the help I needed to give the report. I took several minutes of deep breaths and when my lungs returned to normal, I spoke again.

"Sasha had a bullet impact on the chest, on the left lung ... There was no exit, so the bullet was stuck in there...it pierced two ribs, tearing the skin of the lung and causing internal bleeding... I managd to remove the bullet, but I didn't have time to cauterize and sew the wound ... she bled to death"

Every pause I took to breathe made it so much worse for me to speak back. If it weren't for the fact I was undoubtedly taking deep breaths, I would have passed out from distress and hyperventilation.

"I could have saved her ... I know I could have saved her"

Silence reigned over the room, sobs from Hange and Connie could be heard if we were paying close attention. Jean and Levi glared at Eren, who had not deigned to lift his head at any time.

I got up as best I could, running Hange's hands gently, and left the room once again. I needed to be alone for a while, I needed to let go of these horrible feelings, I needed some air, otherwise I doubted I’d do anything rational in the state I was in.

My legs led me to a room away from all the common ones. It was empty, but it had a couple of windows that chilled the already cold metal walls. Some windows were at my height, allowing me to appreciate the view from the air, but let's face it, it was impossible to appreciate the landscape when your mind and heart were breaking to pieces. The only thing that kept my mind intact from any collapse was the path of smoke and fire that could be seen in the distance... signs that Marley was still on fire.

"Are you ok?"

That familiar voice, all too familiar, echoed in my ears pulling me out of my entrance. Eren had entered the room quietly with the aim of… what? See if it was okay? Because I really wasn't, it showed on my face and that's what made me even more angry than I was.

"Oh, I don't know? Am I ok? Do I FUCKING LOOK OK TO YOU?"

I turned from the window too quickly causing me to stagger and fall to the floor. My head was spinning and starting to ache as was every muscle in my body. I put my hands to my head, hoping the pain would dissipate a bit, but the only thing I managed was to sink further into misery.

"I could have saved her ... if I’d been faster ... I know I could have saved her"

He hadn't moved from where he was, he just stayed there, looking at me. My blood-soaked eyes looked him up and down searching for something, whatever, to speak of, but all I found were non-glare eyes and a neutral gaze, as if he hadn't cared how many lives this mission had claimed.

"Do you want to know how I feel? Fine, I’ll tell you"

I stood up heavily, my muscles begging for a break. I turned my head to see the black smoke rising on the horizon, still clearly noticing an orange and red flare.

“I am tired…I am full of rage and hate. I saw our comrades die and I couldn't do anything, I was unable to save them ... to save Sasha...and all because of not having been informed like everyone else"

My eyes hadn't left the window because I knew, if I looked into those dull turquoise eyes, those same eyes that once shone with all the innocence and life that a young man could have, I would end up punching him.

"Are you happy? Did you accomplished your mission now that you have the power of the warhammer titan? What will be the next step? Go back to Marley in a few months, finish what you started and devour the jaw titan and Reiner? Assassinate the cart titan?”

Again, I got no response. My patience had already reached it’s limit and I looked back at the man who was now standing in the middle of the room.

"You're not going to tell me, are you? No, you never say anything to me, it's like I'm a burden to you" I shuffled on the metal, standing right in front of him "I'm with so much anger in my veins that I want to kill a child, a child Eren! ... A child who had her head washed all her life, a child who doesn’t know the whole truth and who only knows that by killing she can be free"

Unconsciously, my body moved everywhere, as if it wanted to release all the pressure by tiring the muscles. I stood back in front of the window and with all the accumulated anger I gave it a strong blow, slightly scratching the glass and probably breaking some knuckles.

"Sasha died because of my incompetence and the violence of this world...I want to save lives Eren, that's why I'm practicing medicine...I want to dedicate myself to saving souls, not killing them...and we have the culprit stuck in one of our rooms...why?" ...

“WHY DO WE HAVE TWO CHILDS ON OUR AIRPLANE? WHY IS YOUR BROTHER WITH US? WHY DON'T YOU LET ME KNOW WHAT IS GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD?"

I was sure that my screams could be heard by our entire war machine. I was impatient for answers, but knew I wasn't going to get any, at least not now. My hands didn’t remain calm, they moved everywhere, a sign of my anxiety and my eyes turned around the entire room, looking at each screw, each metal beam... everything except the eyes of my supposed lover.

I was giving up, now I just wanted to rest and have a trip home in peace, even knowing that home was not going to sound the same or feel the same.

"If you have nothing to say Eren, you better leave"

I turned my back on him but didn't proceed to walk away from him. I needed to find an anchor point so as not to give up and throw myself into the arms that one day gave me warmth, the arms that wrapped me in the dark, the arms that reflected their love and affection ... into the arms that now wouldn't hold me from the waist or draw me to his chest. I wasn't going to throw me into some arms that weren't going to contain me.

I heard him take a few small steps towards me and his hand rested lightly on my shoulder. I put it aside abruptly and I distanced myself towards the remote window, seeing how little by little the smoke was getting smaller and I could no longer see the orange flame clearly; now I could only see a thin yellow line fading.

"Leave Eren"

His footsteps rumbled on the metal floor, leaving me alone once and for all.

The trip back was going to be a long one and, to be honest, I wasn't sure if there was anything for me in our home. Nothing was going to be the same anymore. Without Sasha, without Eren and with a war on our feet I doubted to even call “home” a piece of wet land in the middle of an ocean which is still the target of a world full of hate.

[semischarmed]

Detour, Part 4

Given your previous declaration of your intent to wear his skin, you release a bit of your hold over him to see his reaction. Scott, apparently unfazed, looks to the distance, no doubt planning an escape route. The guy isn’t stupid, so you try to make out his gameplan. You catch the briefest glimpse he takes of the patch of skin where the medallion used to be and you are immediately reminded of the moment of lost control of him in your possession of Alex. ‘Motherfucker. Of course he had a plan’. Despite the risk, you decide to proceed. Scott may have that bod, and his steel will, but that pales in comparison to the years of lust and envy brewing in you. ‘Fuck it, worse case scenario we accidentally give this egomaniac god-like power. What could go wrong? Might as well fuck with him a little’.

You mess with your body’s vocal cords to make sure both your old voice and Alex’s speak. With a unified moan you state “I can’t wait to take a Scottie joyride”. 

You say your part to Scott. “You know, even with how much of an asshole you were back then, I always masturbated , every night, to the fantasy of that thick horse dick ravaging me and shuddering inside my little body.” You chuckle. “Who could have known that in just a few short years, we could both be masturbating that thick horse dick together, to the reality of my little body shuddering inside you.”

Alex adds: “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like, moving around in that tower of muscle”. You lick your lips. “Besides, you have some pretty yoked friends, Scott. Well, since we’re gonna be parading your skin around, we have some pretty yoked friends. We can’t wait to use you, to use that thick horse dick of yours, to cum inside them, to inject them with a little Alex. But don’t worry, even when we get sick of wearing you, we’ll never really leave. We’re gonna fill you in so deep, you’ll never fully get us out. You’re gonna be our little Scottie fuck doll till the day you die.”

With Alex still in the driver’s seat, you walk toward your best friend. He makes you rub your chest a little. “The truth is, Scottie, he feels amazing inside me. I love him in here and I know he’s here to sta-ayy” Alex moans a little “God I love being his puppet. I can feel his strings all inside me, worming into me, slipping, writhing, controlling me.” The Alex-y you makes you show Scott your right hand for effect, which starts spasming unnaturally before you make a quick, veined fist. You chuckle at this attempt to scare him into submission but then begin to ponder if it would actually be possible to transform your entire body that way for the possession. You and Alex strip naked. You then start masturbating your shared body right in front of Scott, as he looks away in revulsion at the sight of his corrupted best friend furiously beating his meat. “Thank you for helping me find my soulmate Scott- well, my soul master. I can’t wait for my little strings to become your little strings” he pouts “Cmon Scott. You’re so cute when you’re angry.” “Hate me Scott! Hate your best friend! Hate the faggot from high school that’s inside him! I want you livid when we fill you up. I want you boiling. Your anger really gets me going. When we pilot you around, I’m gonna make you watch. I’m gonna make you watch the new faggot Scott, faggot you corrupting and controlling your own friends!“ When you finally release, you bring a little to your mouth for inspection.

“We taste even better than expected” you say, breathless, half moaning, “here try some.” you scoop up the rest and try to push it to Scott, who quickly turns to the side. It smears his cheek instead.

You lean your face right in front of Scott’s- till your foreheads touch- and run your Alex-y fingers gently through his sweaty hair. You take a deep inhale from you position. Subtle, musky, another scent you just can’t quite place, it’s altogether manly. He smells uniquely Scotty. You can’t wait till you also smell uniquely Scotty. You rest all of your sweaty naked body right on top of Scott, still facing him. He winces slightly at the additional weight.

“Get the fuck off me!”

Scott spits right at your face. You take a little taste. ”MMhmmmmmm, I cant wait to have all that running inside me, even your spit tastes good”. He grimaces in disgust. Using your power to mentally restrain his movements, you grab his neck and give it a squeeze to force his mouth open. You scoop the bit of the Alex cum on his cheek into his now gaping maw with your thumb. You corral the spit on your face earlier into your mouth and mix it with your own, which you spit back right at his mouth. “Here’s a little primer for what we’ll taste like when we become one” you say with a dirty wink. With your powers, you force him to swallow your new “together” potion. 

“You were always the grand prize“ you say, while you trace your fingers all over your soon-to-be body. “After I let you sell your friend out, did you really think I’d just leave you after that. This new me, Alex, he was just a little detour. How could I know he’d be this into it,” You run your fingers through your hair, “but, in the end, I have to thank you. We were important little detour because- [moan] he completes me” Alex delicately guides your fingers around Scott’s nipples. You tug on them to bring his sweaty chest to yours and in your dark embrace you whisper seductively in his ear “You’ll complete us too....” Scott shudders and you moan in fake disappointment, “you’re such a greedy little asshole, you know, you can’t keep all that man to yourself. We wanna have fun too. We can’t wait to get inside that Scottie party.”

With your newfound powers, you start liquefying parts of yourself, as scott watches in horror. You start with the arm- naked, pungent, sweaty skin become a noxious, sticky, amorphous mass. It’s a horrific sight, for sure, but it becomes even more horrific to Scott when you will your newly created slime to start moving. You make sure to give him a close up of the wriggling stringy fibers of yourself inside the goo.

At this point, Scott really starts panicking.

“Look man, I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have been such a piece of shit to you in High School. Please! Cmon! You already have Alex.” Son of a bitch! You knew it! Of course he still remembers you!

Caught and preoccupied in your transformation, Scott finds the power to push you off him several feet back. Adrenaline, no doubt, but the man is also pure muscle, so it’s no surprise. “Get the fuck off me! Don’t fucking go near me, you creep!”

“Oh Scott”, you moan his name in a mocking tone. “You are such a great friend. Give me a hug”. Slimy tendrils from your body shoot out force Scott back to your sweaty embrace. You shove your pits at his face. “Mmmmphh!” he shouts in disgust and nausea. You take another deep whiff of his sweaty chest and armpits. Intoxicatingly musky, and again, uniquely Scotty. “When I’m inside you, I’m gonna make you stinky like me” you laugh “we’re gonna smell great together. We’re gonna feel great together. And to your friends? We’re gonna taste great together,“ you exhale, as you lick your thick Alex-y lips and smile an out of place angelic smile.

“You’re never gonna fucking take me, asshole!” He shouts.

You ignore him as you continue your little monologue and start slithering in some of your fleshy mass into his mouth. “And don’t worry,” an unholy harmony of your old voice and Alex’s voice says, “We forgive you for high school. Well.... “. You now moan with a mix your old voice and some new borrowed Scott vocals that your parts have already claimed. “You’ll forgive you.” You now lodge his throat full of you as your liquid tendrils greedily rush down his throat. You want to give Scott the complete experience, so more of your slimy tendrils snake through his biceps and pits, around his vascular back and throat and start jamming straight into his asshole. He moans involuntarily as he feels your wriggling mass pass the g-spot into his prime real estate. As odd as it sounds coming out of him, he even sounds alpha when he moans. You make sure to keep this area stimulated, since you can no longer restrain his body mentally. To complete his Alex infestation, you start pumping his cock to loosen a passage for yourself and then feed more slime into his piss slit. This particular action causes his mouth to open even wider than before, which you use to stuff even more slime inside. 

Despite the raw pleasure he’s in and despite your mass still continually flowing into him, Scott stands and takes shaky steps toward the door. That iron will always did turn you on. You can’t wait to make it yours. You double your speed, and start writhing and twisting erratically as you continue to flow in. When it becomes clear that he is determined to continue, you start streaming into any entryway you can find. Every orifice, every hole in his body- even some small cuts he had on his arm- are flooded with your liquid. His towering form finally falls to the ground, unconscious from the effort he expended, while the last parts of you slip inside.

When Scott wakes, he immediately straightens up. He’s impossibly full, filled to the brim with you inside him, still squirming, slipping through his body parts rhythmically. A little dribbling of yourself spills out and oozes out of his mouth, but you quickly force it back inside him before he reach for it. He needs to take all of you. 

Your future face contorts into one of pain and struggle until it settles in into a scornful, hateful, contempt. ‘How much energy does this guy fucking have?’ you think in panic, as Scott roars and in one fell swoop, flexes all the thick muscles in his body to subjugate your mass. He still looks a little bloated, but the squirming inside him stops. He smirks as feels your powers flow through him. He investigates himself and the new control he has over body parts. He flexes his arms as he starts willing parts of his body to expand and constrict on command. Scott walks up to his mirror. “I told you you couldn’t fucking take me” he says with a smirk. If Alex was a sports car, sleek and smooth, Scott would be a fucking truck, and a massive one at that. The man exudes raw power so it’s no wonder you’re struggling reining him in. Before all hope is fully lost, you feel a spark in you.

“You’re right” Scott’s voice states, unprompted. The squirming and wriggling inside him starts up again and his eyes roll back. “It’s a good thing he took a little detour taking and corrupting my tight piece of ass,” Scott moans uncharacteristically. Scott’s beefy arms start fidgeting uncontrollably “because this...little Alex puppet is... gonna show his best friend how to be a little good meat-suit for his new m-master” he forces through Scott’s vocal cords. Scott’s whole body is now trembling uncontrollably. The writhing inside him has started up again, though this time far more energetic. It was coming from everywhere. He feels his fingers, his legs constrict and relax unnaturally. He screams as his body starts scratching himself everywhere erratically and convulsing, trying to get you out. But you’re in too deep. You’re in his veins, in his muscles, in every fiber of his being. Arms still twitching from the control Alex demands, Scott starts involuntarily pumping his meat. “FUUUUUuuuuCK!!!” he roars in his mix of ecstasy and struggle, before everything in him stops.

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Scott sits, unexpressive, motionless. Then, a bit of movement. The corners of his lips stretch slightly and upward into a deranged smile. You twist his nipples hard and do another uncharacteristic moan in amazement. Goddamn he’s sensitive. Raw ecstasy decorates his face- your face as you begin to explore the rest of you. You reward his body for yielding to you by finishing the job you started earlier and continue pumping his meat. You release in a maelstrom. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. In the midst of your orgasm, you feel your body puff and expand massively, impossibly, taut, as deep inside Scott you integrate the core of your being into him fully. You subjugate your new muscles and skin around yourself and force them to re-constrict around their new owner. Tighter. Tighter. You feel his muscles from inside him as you pull them ever tighter until the invisible barrier between you two tears and his hunky form coalesces into you. The Alex part of you forces Scott to smile through the process of his own takeover. “AAAARRRGGH!” Scott screams in one last shout of defiance as your insides and his finally become one. 

Your eyes go wide and start fluttering while you lick yourself clean. ‘mmmmmm fuck’ Of course it tastes fucking amazing, every piece of the new you is amazing. You flex your first of many trademark “he’s the shit-and he knows it-Scotty sneers,” this new face of yours exactly reflecting one you’ve seen a thousand times in high school torment. A face that Alex had never seen until now, on account of being his best friend. Finally, fully, Scott is yours. 

Then his vitality hits. Fuck. Pure power!! “MIIINE” You scream with your new vocal cords as you start punching the air with your power. You adopt a boxer’s stance and- left hook. Right hook. Fuck. With each strike you can feel your own force as this new body executes your every whim. “MIIIINE!” Raw testosterone, raw power. Goddamn. You rush over and start punching and slamming your new beefy hands on the floor maniacally, reveling in finally feeling what it must have felt like in high school from the other side. “MIIINE!” This new jock body is limitless. You run a sweaty hand on his dick, and unsurprisingly it hardens instantly on command. You furiously start masturbating again in a frenzy, if only to release some of his pent up power. “Mine.” As Scott, you have ascended. In Scott, you are a god. With this body, with this soul, you can do anything you fucking want.

You piece together an outfit out of the clothes strewn about the apartment: Alex’s dirty used underwear and his old shirt, which fit impossibly tight on you. Alex always did like to keep things a little tighter than they should be- well, he is you, so you do too and now Scott does as well. You slip your new vascular legs through Scott’s skinniest pair of jeans and your new beast arms through his leather jacket. You‘ve always fancied Alex-your scent so you want to make sure you imprint it into this Scott-bod you now have. Then again, people have pretty unique scents. With you inside Scott, you’re fairly certain this new Scott naturally emanates a noxious combination of both their scents. You don’t put any cologne or deodorant on- why would you ever try to diminish this proof of your dominance over their bodies. 

You check yourself in the mirror and give your nipples one delightful final little twist, your run your fingers through your hair, and give your new self one hell of a Scottie smile before you step out into the world, a new man henceforth.

-End Part 4- 

Whew, what a ride. Hope y’all had fun. Not really sure where else I could take this so this is the final part for now.

[andraaste]

I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 13

Thing promised, thing due ! It’s not your daily maana but chapter 13 of I am not your enemy which is available !

Happy reading 😉

(there's a joke that unfortunately doesn't work in English, don't be too mad on this handsome vampire please)

Chapter 13 : You always trusted him

Realizing immediately that something was wrong, the dragon eyed me worriedly, totally hypnotizing me with his icy gaze. My heart raced far more than it should at the feel of his fingers on my skin and his scent against me, the images from last night starting to loop in my head as the vampire's words still made my throat tight.

Feeling unable to answer for the moment, I quickly walked around his large stature that blocked me in order to enter the room, divided between several contradictory emotions.

That night I had let Lance see me fully and it terrified me. I wasn't just talking about my nudity. He had seen my wounds, my limits, my deepest fears, and despite the shame it caused in me, I let him do it, urging him to enter my head, my heart. Meeting him here made my hands sweaty, I didn't know how to react. I felt both euphoric and anxious to find myself in his presence. Besides, my exchange with Nevra had once again proved disastrous, which made my stomach bitter.

I definitely didn't know how to react.

Trying to ignore the footsteps that followed mine, I made my way with some haste to the back of the forge. Once in front of the weapon wall, I raised my hand to grab a sword haphazardly, except I didn't even have time to wrap my fingers around its pommel as a tanned hand grabbed mine. Like last time, I found myself trapped between Lance's body and the shelves in front of me.

- You know that it’s not because you are part of the Obsidian that you can take a weapon without authorization ? he said close to my ear.

The sudden hoarse tone of his voice made me shiver. I was aware of his every gesture, of his every breath that lifted his chest against my shoulders. He knew perfectly well where not to touch me on the level of the back so as not to hurt me and that troubled me.

- What's more, this one is way too dangerous for you.

His palm gently pulled mine away from the handle, slowly dropping our arms together along my side. He didn't let go of me though. I took a deep breath in an attempt to ignore his touch.

- Is there anything I can take here ? I tried then, injecting as much confidence and humor as possible into my intonation.

- So, you plan to train on your own and with a real blade ?

His tone, bordering on condescending, irritated me instantly. Damn, I needed to externalize everything that was swarming inside me, what the hell was he not getting in there ?

- I especially need to let off steam for a moment, do I still have the right or you will also prevent me ?

Anger, which began to grip my heart again like a vice, suddenly made a source of heat rise in the palm of my hands. It didn't take long for the dragon to realize this and suddenly squeezed me much tighter, locking my fingers against each other.

- Andraste, calm down. Now is not the time to do that here and you know it just as well as I do.

- If you let me get out of here with what I came to get, I will indeed have plenty of time to go and calm down elsewhere. Except that in the meantime, you're hurting me, Lance.

Visibly surprised by my last words, he eased the pressure on my knuckles, relieving me somewhat even though he still hugged me tightly.

- Make your light disappear and I'll let go, he chided me.

More annoyed than before crossing him, I clenched and clenched my fists to order my powers to dissipate, which didn't work as much as I wanted. Several pairs of eyes began to rest on us without discretion.

- I would like, but I must say that your touch doesn’t help me, I say defensively.

My Chief of Guard slowly unrolled his fingers from my skin, finally letting me move my wrist as I heard it. Closing my eyes for a moment, I instinctively visualized the path of my energy along my flesh, causing it to flow back to my epicenter, level with my stomach. With amazement, I discovered as I opened my eyelids that no trace of magic left my palms.

Lance pulled away from me to give me a questioning look.

- Since when do you know how to do that ? he asked me, an eyebrow raised.

- It was a first, I said with a shrug, as I myself was shocked at the outcome of my attempt. You see, I am good. So I’ve the right to train a little.

- You are incorrigible... but you’ll have to show me that in more detail.

A proud smile dawned on my lips as he blew loudly, letting out air so cold that I saw ice crystals crystallize on a blade close to him.

- Well, I think we both know how it ends when I show you things "in more detail"... is that really a good idea ? I asked him lower, almost timidly.

He looked at me for a long time, much calmer and more serene than a moment earlier. The atmosphere had changed. More intimate, more personal. As if, in this noisy and bustling room, we were suddenly alone.

- If you want us to stop our private interviews, I will comply without objection. This is your choice, not mine. But we know very well that what happened that night has nothing to do with it and that it would have ended up happening at one point or another.

The dragon approached me dangerously, a smirk so similar to that of the Ashkore era that it disturbed me.

- Know that it wasn’t the first time that I wanted to kiss your cute little mouth, he confided to me with a certain childish malice. And then, as you have already said so well, it is you who threw yourself on me. If you don't want this to happen again, just say it and for my part, I'll be able to stay perfectly docile.

I was obsessed with his words, with what they implied. Any relationship between us could only be unhealthy, totally abject. But then, why did I no longer know what I wanted or not ? Logic would have wanted us to stick to what was decently expected of us. Anger, contempt, that should have been our only fuel.

- What if that's not what I want ? I whispered so low that I was afraid he hadn't heard it. What if, for once, I had the right to listen to myself and not give a damn about the convenience of our relationships ?

Lance had never looked at me so deeply, which made me blush with stress at what I argued. Deep down, I knew the young man had fully understood what I was talking about.

- That night, when I dreamed that I was falling from the cliff... it wasn’t the first time that I had this dream. Before I fell, I still see the draflayels flying around me, but not only. I have the impression of constantly remembering that moment in Memoria, that moment when it was just you and me, I concluded hesitantly.

Never did he cut my tirade, realizing every piece of information I offered him.

- So, is that a good idea ? Probably not, no, I answered my own question a moment earlier. But I want to and for once, I want to have the right to listen to myself.

A new smile, this time much sweeter, appeared on his face before he spoke again.

- Your wishes are orders, my angel. On the other hand, only these, so do me the pleasure of getting you away from this wall of swords once and for all. Don't forget who's in charge here, he winked at me.

Lance pushed me towards the exit, I had obviously lost the battle for my weapon for a long time. Stopping in front of the exit door, the dragon seemed to hesitate for a moment, pulling one of its locks of hair back.

- I have obligations tonight, but I'll come see you tomorrow night in your room, if you want.

Without another ounce of ceremony, he turned on his heel and left me on the doorstep.

*

After literally being kicked out of the forge, I wandered aimlessly through the HQ gardens. I realized a little more every day that besides Lance, I didn't really have any relationships that I felt like myself anymore. When he wasn't there, I often walked in circles, desperately trying to find a way to make myself useful despite my poor physical condition.

No longer able to bear to see the same landscape, I decided to leave the enclosure of these walls that I knew only too well.

My steps guided me in the direction of the burrow, a place that had definitely changed in recent years. A tree with a bent shape had grown just above the crevice, which provided a corner of considerable shade in the great plain. I decided to lie there for a moment, enjoying the calm that reigned around me. Surprisingly, my back was not as painful as I would have thought, the cream of Eweleïn probably having something to do with it.

Stretched out at full length, I watched the clouds move with the light wind blowing between the branches above me. Raising a hand above my face, I lazily imagined my energy flowing through my veins to the muscles of my palm, my fingers. Several fine and luminous lines then began to run over my skin, creating a labyrinthine path on every inch that covered me. I felt good. Soothed, even.

Looking up at the blue sky, I thought I felt something brush against my whole when my eyes rested on a cloud of singular shape. My heart warmed when, in that white and vaporous cotton, I recognized the features of a fire dragon. I might not have been as lonely as I thought. A weary smile appeared on my lips, it was as if his aura had wrapped around my heart.

I knew now that he was watching over me.

- You always trusted him... I whispered. Valkyon, are you relieved of what you find in my heart ?

A new breeze lifted my hair, as if to answer my question. Savoring this moment, I closed my eyelids for a few minutes.

A hand was shaking my shoulder more and more vigorously when I finally came to reality. Slowly opening my eyelids, it took me a while to emerge from my heavy sleep. A scarred gaze plunged into mine.

But what was he doing there ?

- Did you sleep well, Steeping Beauty ?

I couldn't help but giggle at my interlocutor's attempt to quote a tale from my world.

- It's Sleeping Beauty, Nevra.

A wonderfully soft smile appeared on his usually closed face.

- You really have some odd-named stories, that's all I can remember, he said with a weak laugh.

I awkwardly straightened up to sit facing him, when a grimace of surprise and pain distorted my features as my back skin suddenly burned. The vampire immediately leaned over me in concern, one hand holding my shoulder to keep me from rocking.

- Andraste, is everything okay ?

Seriously, I've been asked this question too much lately.

(Chapter 14)

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Oh damn. Your drabble "Drowning" has given me IDEAS....

I can just see hero managing to stop villain from killing Supervillain, but Supervillain still being injured/ getting pneumonia from the water in his lungs... and how awkward it would be for hero to take care of someone who'd just tried to drown her.

This idea is fantastic! I hope that this was an ask to do it. If not, I apologize, but this was just such a great idea!

May get a little sad at the end (spoiler alert)

Drowning Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: concussion, CPR, death/killing mentions, descriptions of how someone was going to kill another (never acted upon), classic sick and delirious whumpee, sedatives mention, descriptions of medical setting and practices, mentions of loved ones death, pills (tylenol), hallucinations

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Villain grabbed the knife, his fingers clutching the hilt until they glowed white. Supervillain was breathing heavily, yet he was still unconscious- lips parted and blue.

Hero also moved forward, her legs tensed and ready to pounce. The scene registered in her mind very quickly. The knife, the villain, and the heaving supervillain... blood and then the inevitable stop of breath.

It didn't have to be inevitable.

Hero rushed forward, grabbing a metal rod, and landed the blow directly to Villain's temple. He faltered, letting go of the knife and collapsing into Hero's awaiting arms.

"M Hhh," he breathed, bleeding head lolling in the crease of Hero's elbow. His eyes shifted from focused to unfocused in a matter of seconds, only to fluctuate back. Here flipped out her phone and called her medic.

"Hero! You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Get to Supervillain's base. It's empty. Villain has a bad concussion, he's not entirely lucid right now..."

"Oh uh, um... I'm on my way." The line clicked.

Hero laid Villain against the wall, cupping his heavy head for a moment before tending to the unmoving supervillain. He wasn't breathing.

Hero quickly felt for a pulse and upon finding a soft thump-thump, she tilted his head to the side. Water immediately gushed out of his nose and mouth. He sputtered a little bit, but never woke.

Hero pressed her lips against Supervillain's after rolling his head back to the center. She breathed into his mouth four times, checked to see if he began to breathe. No.

She continued this. Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, check... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, check... until the supervillain gasped for breath, choking and coughing out water and mucus.

Supervillain jerked himself forward, glancing at Hero to Villain and then back at Hero.

"H-" another coughing fit with more water. He started to gag, dry-heaving until tears spiked his eyes and nausea rose in his throat. When he was done, he scrambled to his feet and tumbled towards the open door to his base.

Hero returned to Villain's side and scooped her friend up. Medic wasn't there, so she decided to take him herself. Caressing his head, gently, she followed Supervillain outside and to her base.

The next day, Hero was walking along a sidewalk on her way home from visiting Villain in the hospital. It was a nice day, a great change from her near-death experience with Supervillain the day prior... Hero shuddered, trying not to think of the agonizingly cold water, the darkness lapping at her vision, knocking Villain out... the whole ordeal.

Knocking Villain out... Hero replayed the conversation she just had with her very ungrateful ex-frenenemy (apparently?). The half-dazed cusses and just plain rudeness from the bedridden patient were more than enough to make her feel annoyed. She saved Villain from committing an act that would have surely land him in jail- if not a mental facility. Especially the way the concussed villain talked about killing Supervillain. Apparently, Villain was going to slowly kill him with the knife, decorating major body parts with cuts and blood.

Hero sighed. That sadistic little turd that couldn't just walk away-

A groan.

Hero looked up to find herself walking in front of an alleyway. It was dark, if that's not a little too cliche, and eerily quite. Not even a stray cat knocked over a garbage can like in every classical alleyway scene.

Hero entered the alley stealthily, opening her holster and lying her hand over her gun. She looked behind every dumpster and every cardboard box. Finding nothing, she proceeded to leave, but two hands grabbed her mouth and throat.

Being yanked backwards sent a spark of adrenaline through Hero's veins. She turned and thrashed, but her attacker was unrelenting.

"Let me go!" Hero yelled when a large hand slipped away from her mouth. The other hand went away too. Pulling her gun out, Hero spun around, only to have a fist meet her face.

The impact startled her, but not as much as the body leaning heavily against her's.

The body heaved and gasped, heat radiating off its skin. Hero looked down and took in the features. She couldn't see a face, but it was obviously a guy. Hero dragged the man over to the only bare spot against the brick wall and leaned him aaginst it. She began to step away, only to realize that his head was resting against her shoulder.

"Hey," Hero mumured and grabbed the man's cheeks, holding him up, examining his face...

Hero nearly dropped the pale face.

It was Supervillain.

Also known as the man who tried to kill her.

Hero, for a brief second of primitive logic, contemplated leaving the feverish man to deal with himself. But guilt, and maybe a twinge of annoyance, drove her the complete opposite direction.

After all, she didn't just save him and give Villain a concussion only for him to die, right?

Yet as she scooped her attacker up, two portions of her brain- her sensible part and her empathetic part- played tug-of-war with each other. Drop him, bring him home, drop him, bring him home...

Of course the empathetic clump of cells won and she bridal-carried the shivering supervillain to her apartment.

She set Supervillain on her beige couch with a blanket strewn over his lap. He just had a cold right? She brought him some tylenol and a glass of water.

"Hey," she said softly, almost a whisper. Supervillain seemed so disconnected that she was afraid that she would startle him. His eyes were glassy and had an abnormal, faraway look.

Supervillain didn't reply, or look at Hero. His gaze was fixated on a corner of the living room.

Then, like a bomb suddenly going off, he started to cough.

He coughed until blood, water and mucus gushed from his mouth. He hacked it up like a waterfall. Hero stood up, linked her hands under his shoulders and hauled him into a better sitting position.

He coughed until he was sobbing, screaming. He fell back against the cushions, sputtering and crying, with tears streaming down his face. Each breath seemed to be a workout- shaky and shallow. He never made eye contact with Hero. Just stared ahead, coughing and crying.

"Are you okay?" Hero asked, loudly, but she still doubted the sick supervillain heard her. She placed a hand against his back, rubbing circles. It was just a cold- she was certain.

But he was so hot.

So unnaturally hot.

Hero frowned and went to grab a thermometer. She placed it against Supervillain's lips, but he didn't open them.

"Come on now," she coaxed gingerly and rubbed his flushed cheeks. She sighed. She didn't even need to know the temperature to know that the sick man infront of her had a fever.

Supervillain parted his mouth open and allowed the pointed metal edge to find a home under his tongue. He tried to move it around, but his resolve was too weak. Hero held it there until it beeped. 102.9

102.9 degrees fahrenheit. Nearly 103 degrees...

"Oh gosh," Hero exclaimed and dumped a couple tablets out of the tylenol bottle. She coaxed them onto Supervillain's bacteria-lidden tongue and pressed the glass of water against his bottom lip.

"Drink," she whispered. Supervillain obeyed and took a sip just big enough to force the pills down.

"Good job," she praised and lowered Supervillain down. Only for him to start coughing again.

"Take it easy, honey," she murmured. Honey? Where did that come from? Come on Hero, she scolded herself. The guy just tried to drown you the other day; you don't have to make this even more awkward or embarrassing.

Supervillain leaned into her. His firey body nearly made Hero begin to sweat. His eyelids drooped, breaths slowed, and soon he was alseep in her arms.

Hero knelt there by the armrest, alone with her intense thoughts. She rubbed his moist hair, allowing her nails to scratch at his scalp. Even alseep, she hoped it gave some comfort.

Not that he exactly deserved comfort. Villain was in a hospital bed, sleeping off sedatives and painkillers greedily and dealing with a major concussion. She thought of the grim night the doctors and her shared. Restraining a delirious villain, the MRI, all the tests... and then finally given the clear to inject a moderate sedative dose to help him sleep.

But Hero still gave the undeserved comfort. Maybe she was too empathetic, too caring and generous for her own good, but that matter could be taken care of another day.

Supervillain awoke a few hours later to Hero'd strawberry smelling hair resting against the top of his head. Her arms dangled across his chest as if she was giving him a hug from behind. She fell alseep mid-hug.

Of course, the supervillain did not register this interaction as that. He imagined it more as encompassing tendrils of ivy tying him down to a foreign object. He squirmed, trying to break free of Mother Nature's restraints, but he was too sick, too weak, and too helpless to do much more than move around.

Hero then woke up also, pulling her arms- the so-called vines- off the terrified supervillain's body.

"Good morning," she yawned and pressed a hand against her ward's forehead. Supervillain didn't seem to know what to do. He wavered between pushing forward into the hand- or the frustratingly threatening boulder to him- or pulling away. He chose the later, jerking away only to send a rush of mind reeling dizziness through his head.

He swayed, or he thought he did for he was still lying against the couch as if a magnetic force attached him to it. Reaching out weakly to grab Hero's hands, he closed his eyes.

"You are so sick," Hero cooed, her voice a mixture of both anxiety and tranquility. Supervillain gripped her tighter and tried to pull himself up to her.

"Shh, shh," Hero whispered. "Sleep."

Supervillain seemed like he nodded. Or was it due to him loosening up as he fell asleep again? Hero didn't know, nor cared.

She stood up and laid a blanket over Supervillain before heading into the kitchen to make a bland chicken soup and a small bowl of rice.

After the meal was done, about thirty minutes later, Hero returned to Supervillain on the couch with a portable plastic table and the food. She propped the still sleeping man into a sitting position before awakening him.

Supervillain blearily opened his eyes, blinked, and settled his gaze on Hero's eyes. He twitched his head upwards, but that was all. Hero didn't even think he noticed the steaming food on the table beside him.

"Want to eat?" She asked, more to herself than anyone. Supervillain looked at her with those wide, brown eyes like he did right before he attempted to drown her.

"Mnh," Supervillain groaned. "M chest hurts."

"Your chest hurts?"

"Mhm."

Hero tentatively lifted his shirt, but the feverish man didn't seem to care, or realize the possible intimate gesture.

"Let's take this off, shall we?"

Supervillain nodded, which made Hero nervous. Why was he being so compliant?

Nevertheless, she striped his shirt off and examined his ribcage. She had him take a couple deep breaths, but the movement seemed to exhaust him further. His ribs seemed a bit swollen, but nothing was broken.

Then a horrid realization dawned on her.

He had pneumonia. Most likely due to the water still festering in his lungs.

"Ooookay," Hero breathed. She would deal with that later, maybe call Medic- no, no one could know that she was housing the Man of Terrors- but first she had to get some food into Supervillain's stomach.

So she spooned, mouthful by mouthful into Supervillain's parched mouth slowly. She cleaned any broth dripping down his chin with a washcloth.

After he finished eating, Supervillain was so exhausted that he nearly fell alseep with his neck bent awkwardly. Hero readjusted him to a laying position, but elevated him slightly to ease his ragged breathing.

Pneumonia.

That would explain the harsh breathing and the daunting fever. Gosh, was he sick and so sudden too. Hero sat next to Supervillain, rubbing his hair back from his sweaty forehead like a caretaker.

Even though it was awkward, given the circumstances and past events, Hero stayed with him all night. Easing his pain, feeding him small bits of rice and soup, taking off blankets and putting them back on, wet washcloths and fans. Sometimes she would doze off on his chest, but never for long.

Whatever connection and trust built up between the two that night was unbelievable. Extraordinary, even. But still, nothing, not even with the newfound relationship, prepared Hero for the one simple and innocent yet insanely heartbreaking word that sickly Supervillain uttered.

"Mother?" He squeaked, looking up at Hero with eyes so full of love and relief that they looked about to burst. Hero felt her heart break, shattered to a million pieces as her guest extended his hand to her face.

"Am I in heaven?" He asked in such a childish manner. He looked around, but frowned at his surroundings. "Mother? You're dead right? Am I dead too?" The previous chirpy voice lowered to Supervillain's desolate montone.

Hero didn't know what to say, for Supervillain gazed at her with all the intent he could physically muster.

She could give into the hallucination and play along, but guilt would eat her alive. But, she thought it rude to just blatantly say, "No. You're mother is dead. It's me, Hero."

Supervillain whimpered, chin trembling as he began to cry. Hero winced, but then realized:

She said those words outloud and now she had a grieving, delirious, and sick supervillain to tend to. Great, just great.