#his vision wasn’t blurry in the distance for the first time and he decided to keep them

[wooyukh]

— TXT AND THEIR RED FLAGS !!

ᥫ᭡ yeonjun - COMMITMENT ISSUES

you were well aware of his commitment issues when your relationship first began. all the signs where there but you stayed because you were so convinced you could change him. you were so convinced that you were different to him. you were convinced you were the missing piece he needed. yet here you are crying on your living room floor hugging your knees to your chest wondering where it all went wrong.

yeonjun didn't mean to hurt your feelings at all. the relationship was getting too real, he needed out and quick. you were his best friend, you were well aware of his tendencies, you should understand. or well at least that’s what he keeps telling himself. 

it wasn’t the hugs. it wasn’t the kisses. it wasn’t the cuddles. you weren’t the problem. he was. he is the problem.

it was the way he would look at you. it was the way he would kiss you. it was the way his heart would beat out of his chest whenever you were next to him. it was the small smiles he would send your way. it was the way he would always subconsciously reach out for your hand wanting to hold it. it was the way his heart would ache when you weren't near him. it was the way an ‘i love you’ almost slipped out of his lips while you giggled and kissed his nose. that’s when he became hyperaware of what was happening. he was scared. he was terrified of the way you made him feel. he needed an out and needed it now.

the sad thing is you will never know how he truly felt about you. in your eyes, he was your best friend who just wanted to mess around with you. in your eyes, yeonjun got bored of you. and yeonjun was okay with that. yeonjun was okay with you despising him because in the end he saved himself from heartbreak. right?

ᥫ᭡ soobin - TAKES YOU FOR GRANTED

it's not that soobin does it on purpose. he really doesn't and you know that but that doesn't make it hurt any less. you know he loves you because he shows it every opportunity he can when he's with you. but that's the thing, he only shows you when he's with you. as soon as you're not physically there with him, he lacks the motivation to plan out dates or to simply respond to your texts. he knows he should do better and he constantly keeps telling himself he will but he also keeps letting it slide.

you let a small sigh leave your lips as you moved your blurry vision to look down at your hands. there wasn’t much sound other than the small clock ticking in the distance constantly reminding you that you we're alone and that soobin wasn’t besides you. it was like it was purposely mocking you, reminding you of yet another failed date.

hearing your phone's notification sound, you immediately reach out for your phone. excitement flowing through your veins whenever you see soobin’s name on your screen. with a small smile you immediately click on the message thinking he was just letting you know he was on his way; instead, you were met with a half assed apology and him letting you know he will be sleeping at the dorms tonight to spend some time with the boys. you roll your eyes at his last sentence. “i’ll make it up for you,” that’s what he always says.

sighing you shake your head as you ask the waiter for the bill. feeling numb, you make your way towards the exit and head home. as you unlock the door, you kick off your shoes and head over to your room to change. you don't know why you're so upset, it's not the first time soobin does something like this and truly it won't be the last.

with tears in eyes, you grab your phone deciding to call soobin. you let out a broken sob when you're met with the answering machine. of course he didn't pick up. silly yn, did you forget he's too busy with his friends right now?

ᥫ᭡ beomgyu - EMBARRASSES YOU IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS

it wasn't that you couldn't handle a joke or two. you love joking around with your boyfriend. you know he doesn't mean the jokes he's saying; but, it's just a whole other story when your boyfriend keeps making jokes about you and in front of his friends.

you swear your ears start ringing when you hear your boyfriend poke fun at yet another one of your habits.

"wait, they actually do do that! look at them," taehyun pointed out causing everyone's attention to shift towards you.

"see, i told you guys!" beomgyu laughs even harder. with a frown on your face, you look up at the boys as they all continue to laugh at beomgyu's comments. standing up, you quickly excuse yourself and make way towards the restroom. fighting back the tears threatening to spill, you quickly open the door and lock it behind you.

"babe?" beomgyu knocks a few minutes after you go in. he had clearly taken notice that you were upset earlier but decided to brush it off, not wanting to cause a scene. "babe, c'mon it was just a joke," beomgyu added letting out a sigh as he jiggled the door handle.

"beomgyu, you always say that," you mumble as you open the door, wanting to talk things out with him. feeling guilty, beomgyu brings a hand up to the back of his neck and shakes his head.

"i'm sorry, I took it too far." beomgyu sighs, bringing his hand down to caress your cheek. "it won't happen again," he gives your lips a small peck before grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the living room.

you try your best to not overthink it yet you can't help but sadly smile at him as your thoughts keep telling you that he will in fact do this again. he's done it multiple times before and always tells you the same thing over and over again. he means it this time, you keep repeating to yourself trying to shake those thoughts away but really, there's no point.

ᥫ᭡ taehyun - NOT COMMUNICATING

you couldn't read taehyun at times and that honestly terrified you. especially when you would try and get him to open up to you and he simply wouldn't budge. you never understood why but to taehyun he just doesn't want to appear vulnerable. he doesn't know how to communicate and express his emotions. so instead of trying to, he simply shuts them out. he's doing you a favor, it's what he reasons to himself.

"taehyun, are you even listening to me?" you let out a sigh watching as your boyfriend just stares at you waiting for you to finish yelling at him. with no facial expression, he simply nods his head at you, silently encouraging you to continue.

"jesus christ," you let out a bitter laugh. "at least pretend to care." you quickly add at the end, wanting a reaction out of him.

"i do care about you," taehyun sternly responds back confused on where this is all coming from.

"taehyun, you disappear for days without letting me know. sometimes you don't even answer my texts-"

"i'm just busy."

"that's the thing, taehyun. how am I supposed to know? you don't tell me anything. would it kill you tell me know in advance?" you whisper out, angrily wiping your tears away.

not knowing how to respond, taehyun just stands there watching you cry. god did he do that? he was left speechless. he never meant to hurt you. he didn't even realize he was hurting you.

opening his mouth to try and comfort you, you shake your head at him. "don't." you say as you grab your keys and walk away, leaving him behind.

"please follow me, please follow me." you silently whisper to yourself as you walk out the door. hesitantly looking back, you don't see him trailing behind you and feel the tears threatening to spill once more.

ᥫ᭡ huening kai - IGNORES YOUR FEELINGS

kai's an amazing boyfriend. you would even go as far as to say he's the best boyfriend you've ever had. he's an absolute saint and you know he always means well but sometimes all you want from your boyfriend is to console you but you never get that.

you remember the first time it happened. you were in your room laying down, fighting back tears. kai was supposed to come over and you couldn't wait, especially since you had a shitty day at work today. not to mention, you had a group project that was due this weekend and your group members have yet to complete their sections. hearing the front door opening, you immediately run out to see your boyfriend.

"kai," you mumble while looking up at him with teary eyes. not knowing what to do, kai awkwardly laughs before showing you the packets of ramen in his hands.

"ramen?" kai asked as he kissed your forehead before making way to the kitchen to make you some food. pouting, you followed behind him waiting for him to pay attention to you. all you wanted was for your boyfriend to ask what was wrong so you could rant to him about it. instead, you were met with your boyfriend cooking ramen and asking you if you saw the new netflix show everyone was raving out about.

you let it slide that time, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. ever since that day, you've noticed that every time you seem upset about a certain situation or you look troubled, he avoids mentioning it. kai thinks of different topics to talk about or simply doesn't acknowledge the situation. in your eyes, he doesn't care enough to hear about the details but in his eyes he believes he's doing you a favor.

fast forward to now, and here you were in your room stressed out about yet another assignment. all you wanted and craved was for kai to tell you everything was going to be alright and to let you cry on his shoulder. deciding to call him, you greet him with a shaky high pitched voice ready to tell him everything. at the sound of your shaky voice, kai's eyes grow wide and he finds himself thinking of different topics to help distract you and make you feel better. you let out a small cry as he continues rambling on about what he did with the boys today. why couldn't he listen to you for just once?

[ghostofskywalker]

Stop Running From Love

Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,968

Summary: Lost after finally escaping from the Empire, Crosshair crash lands on your property. While he's recovering, he realizes something important about himself, but it takes the meddling of his brothers for him to actually admit it.

Prompt: “Falling in love, no, it ain’t for the weak" (In The Kitchen, Renee Rapp)

Notes: this is a gift for the lovely @intricatechaosofyou in the @cloneficgiftexchange song lyric exchange! I thought Crosshair fit the vibes of this lyric especially well because he would be the most apprehensive about falling in love. there's some canon divergence here, and in my head it takes place in a world where crosshair escapes the empire sometime in season 2. I hope you enjoy it :)

Clone Troopers Masterlist

When Crosshair first opened his eyes, he didn’t recognize his surroundings. He remembered the escape pod hurtling through the atmosphere of a planet he didn’t recognize, and of course he remembered crashing on the outskirts of a forest and field, but that was about it. By the time he hit the ground his vision had gone blurry, but he remembered the jolting feeling before all his other senses decided to sign off as well. 

Now, the first thing he registered was the wafting smell of something cooking in the next room. It had been so long since he had any kind of food other than stolen Imperial rations, and even then, he could tell that whatever was being made now would be infinitely better than the flavorless slop and rock-hard bricks they used to serve at the bases and send on missions. 

The second thing he noticed was how warm his body was. Spending a seemingly endless amount of time trapped with the same air in that escape pod was completely different than the soft blanket that was currently resting atop his body, and there was no way the Empire would hand out supplies like this to clones, let alone prisoners. Running his hand across the fabric, a small smile curled on his lips.

Maybe he was dead. He couldn’t imagine a version of reality where he would be afforded these comforts, not after what he had done to his family. He had spent so much time in that tiny vessel, chasing down an ice cold trail his brothers left in the endless expanse of the galaxy, maybe that crash had finally put that journey to an unsatisfying end. 

But those thoughts immediately exited his head as he heard someone enter the space, and he turned to see you approaching his resting place. “You’re awake,” you said softly, still at a distance. “That’s good, I was just about to come and change your dressings.” 

In that moment Crosshair realized another thing, that his armor was gone. He was wearing the bottom part of his blacks, but there was a loose tunic of unfamiliar fabric resting over his top half. He shifted as he sat up to face you, and he could feel the tightness of bandages wrapping across his right shoulder and upper area of his chest. 

“Who are you?” he said, and this version of his voice was alien to even him. It was scratchy and hoarse, a product of both the injuries and the fact that he hadn’t spoken aloud in quite some time. He hoped his tone wasn’t accusatory, especially if you had taken care of him while he was unconscious. 

You told him your name as you stepped closer, fresh bandages in your hand. “Your escape pod crashed at the edge of my property and when I found you, I didn’t know how long it would be until you woke up.”

If you woke up. You didn’t say that part, but Crosshair was willing to bet you’d considered it. 

“Is the escape pod still functional?” he asked, his voice coming out sharper than it had before. That thing, cramped (and now busted) as it was, was his ticket off this planet.

You stared at him for a moment before responding. You were so close to him now, one hand reaching out to remove his tunic. “I don’t know. It’ll need some new parts and heavy repairs at the very least, but I might be able to make it fly.” 

Whew. That was at least something he could work with. “Where can I find-” 

At this point you had begun to remove his old bandage dressing, but you stopped as you registered his words, raising your eyebrows. “Woah buddy,” you said. “With your injuries, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. You need to focus on healing, and then we can tackle the task of your ship.” 

He scoffed. Who did you think you were? This was his life, and if he wanted to make terrible decisions he was fully within his right to do that. Besides, the voice in his head he so desperately tried to ignore chimed in, he didn’t deserved to be treated with this kindness. “I need to leave as soon as possible,” he said, his gaze turning steely. 

You returned the expression, gesturing down to the bleeding gash on his chest and burns on his shoulder, which were both thanks to his less-than-graceful landing. “Not in this condition.” 

“It doesn’t matter what condition I’m in, I need to leave.” 

You must have noticed the desperation in his voice, because your tone softened as you began to apply a bacta solution to his shoulder. “Look,” you said. “I don’t know what happened to you, or what you’re looking for beyond this planet, but I do know this. Unless the Empire is seconds behind you, which they aren’t since you’ve been passed out on my couch for over a rotation, leaving hurriedly will do you absolutely no good.” 

“How do you know?” he said, too shocked to elaborate but hoping you understood. 

“Your armor was a pretty dead giveaway,” you said. “And besides, people who aren’t on the run usually let their wounds fully heal.” He was silent, his mind still attempting to figure out exactly what your game was. “I don’t work for the Empire, that’s one thing I can promise. All I want is to help you, but I can’t do that if I’m worried you’re going to bolt the moment I turn my back.”

“Fine,” he said, though it came out more like a growl than he intended. 

A smile crossed your face, clearly happy at the small victory you had won over him. “Excellent,” you said as you finished re-applying his bandages. “And now, since you already know my name, can I ask yours?” 

“Crosshair.” He still wasn’t happy about the current state of things, even though he knew it would be for the best. 

“It’s nice to meet you Crosshair,” you responded, seemingly not bothered by the annoyance in his voice. “Would you like some soup?”  He nodded, and you left the room to fetch it, humming an upbeat tune under your breath as you did so.  

As much as he didn’t really want to admit it, something about you made him want to stay, and the thought was terrifying. 

Over the next few rotations, Crosshair got a glimpse of what it would be like to settle down. Yes, you lived away from others (there wasn’t another home nearby that he could see), but you didn’t do so out of fear, like he would have (and like other clones who defected were forced to). You grew your own produce, sewed your own clothes from fabrics purchased at the local market, and made a life working as a droid and speeder mechanic. In a different life, Crosshair could see himself going about his days in a similar fashion. 

The internal conflict started not long after. The escape pod he had been traveling in turned out to be crushed beyond repair, so you had pulled a decrepit-looking starship from your shed and offered that to him, and he didn’t really have any other options. 

You didn’t let him help because the injuries on his chest were still too fresh, but he made himself useful in other ways as he sat on a chair next to where you were working on the ship.  “Could you toss me the wrench next to you?” 

“The small one or the large one?” 

You poked your head out of the ship’s cockpit. “Small one please.” Crosshair nodded and tossed the tool in your direction. “Thanks!” 

Kriff, he wanted to stay. But he needed to finish what he started, to find his family and at the very least apologize for not listening to them about the Empire. And while you were so kind, could he really ask you to permanently allow him to live here? He doubted you felt the same way about him that he did about you, so those desires would have to remain in his mind for now. 

“Okay, I refitted the hyperdrive and adjusted the control panel in the cockpit,” you said, popping into view and tossing the tools in your hand to the ground with a clatter. “With a new set of converters, she should be able to go as fast as you want her to.” 

“When are you going to let me out of your clutches?” Crosshair asked, leaning back slightly in his chair. 

“Why, you want to escape or something?”  you fired back, raising your eyebrows in his direction as a playful smile crossed your face. “A few rotations probably, once your chest wound closes up more and doesn’t take as much gauze.”

“I don’t want to take up more of your time and resources.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “It’s been nice to have someone else around here.”

Maker, did he want to stay. 

But he couldn’t. 

In a very Crosshair fashion, he slipped away in the dead of night, the moment his wounds were healed. As much as it hurt not saying goodbye, it would hurt more if your feelings didn’t match his.  

***

On the surface, the man standing at the produce stall didn’t really look like Crosshair (for one, he had a rather striking face tattoo), but you could see resemblance in their mannerisms. Or you were just crazy, because there was no way those two could be connected. At this point, you had accepted that Crosshair was not coming back, and that was the end of things. 

It had stung, to wake up one morning and see him gone, with the cot he slept in perfectly made and a scrawled note on the pillow thanking you for everything you did. Of course you knew he would leave, but you at least expected that you would be around to say goodbye. 

Clearly he didn’t feel the same way about you that you did about him, or this would not have happened. It was stupid, to allow yourself to fall for your temporary houseguest, and you were paying the price for it now. You just didn’t know that paying the price meant you had to be content with seeing ghosts of him at every turn. 

You were looking at the homemade sweets one Twi’lek was selling as you watched as a young girl drag the man with the face tattoo over in your direction. “Hunter, let’s get some candy for everyone back at the ship!” 

You smiled quickly before turning away, they didn’t need you watching their every move. “Do have leftover credits?” 

“Yes, and Crosshair gave me some as well, though I don’t know why.” 

Wait. 

Crosshair? 

Maybe you hadn’t been so incorrect when you noted their facial similarities earlier. 

The man and young girl walked up to the booth, and you couldn’t stop the words from falling out of your mouth. “Excuse me, did I hear you say Crosshair?” 

The man instantly stood up straighter, a threatening gaze on his face. “What’s it to you?” 

But you stood your ground and didn’t back away. “I knew someone by that name,” you said. “I was just wondering if it was the same person, as I’d like to send him a message.” 

At this point, you saw the girl’s eyes widen, and you could hear your name in a quiet voice. The man stopped. “What did you say Omega?” 

“This is the person who helped Crosshair,” she said excitedly. “That must be why he gave me the extra credits when he heard we were coming to this system!”

The man’s face changed instantly, the threatening expression evaporating in a second. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “But usually, people who talk about my brother aren’t exactly happy to see him.”

You laughed and introduced yourself to the two, moving away from the bustling market to talk. “Crosshair told me a lot about his brothers and sister, but he never told me any of your names.” 

The man, who you learned was called Hunter, smiled. “That sounds like Crosshair for sure. He owes you a great deal, for saving his life.” 

“He doesn’t owe me anything,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s just nice to know that he found what he was looking for.”

You didn’t say anything about how he left, not sure what he had told his family. “He should have still waited around to say goodbye though,” Omega said, and Hunter stopped. 

“How do you know about that?” he asked, and you had the same question. 

“I overheard him talking to you and Echo when he first came back and you asked him about his injuries,” she said, before turning her attention back to you. “He really likes you, you know.” 

That was certainly news to you. “He does?” 

Hunter nodded. “The di’kut just didn’t know what to do, and he made the decision he thought he had to.” 

“I wish he would have said something,” you said softly, before you could think twice about it. 

“Crosshair won’t admit it, but he feels the same way,” Hunter said. 

Omega’s voice was bright as her face lit up with a realization. “You should come back with us!”

Immediately, you shook your head. “No, I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” you said. 

“If you’re worried about Crosshair being mad at you, that won’t be an issue,” Hunter said. “But if you’d prefer to move on completely, I understand. We won’t say anything about seeing you here if you don’t want us to.” 

You had to admit, the choice was a difficult one. And despite a knot of worry taking hold in your stomach, you eventually agreed to return to the ship with Hunter and Omega. If all went well, you certainly had enough land and resources for your family to grow by six, and if it didn’t, you could always pretend this day never happened. 

Omega gave you a hug as you nodded, and soon you were walking with the two of them to the rendezvous point, anxiously staring at the sky. What if Hunter and Omega were wrong? Could you handle that embarrassment? 

You wanted to run as a ship descended from the sky, but you stayed rooted in place. As the ramp touched the ground you could see three figures in the doorway, and Omega gleefully shouted across the space. “Hey Crosshair! Look who we ran into at the market!” 

Crosshair’s eyes widened as he registered you standing there, and he pushed past the other two people on the platform to step onto the ground. “We’ll give you two some privacy,” Hunter said, shooing both his brothers and Omega back into the ship. 

“It wasn’t my idea to come back with them,” you said quickly, still unsure if he was unhappy with the current situation or not. 

“I know,” he said. “When I told them how I left, I got a lecture about how I should have said goodbye, and I knew they were right. I need to apologize for that, I didn’t want to take your aid for granted.” 

“Why did you leave?” you asked, your voice quiet. “I didn’t truly imprison you, did I?” 

“It was the opposite actually,” he said, shaking his head. “I liked spending time with you so much that it terrified me, because I didn’t think you felt the same way. It wasn’t fair of me to do that, but I don’t think I would have been able to resist if you asked me to stay.” 

The feeling of worry in your stomach dissipated instantly, and it was replaced with a thunderous herd of butterflies. “Crosshair,” you said kindly, reaching up to softly run your fingertips across his cheek. “I would have never asked that of you, no matter how much I wanted to.”

His hand moved to rest over yours, and the feeling of warmth that overtook your body was honestly a little embarrassing. “I wanted you to ask,” he said. “More than anything. And I thought that these feelings were unimportant, that I could just move past them, but I couldn’t. Eventually it was Hunter who demanded I tell him why I was moping around all the time.” 

You smiled. “Well, you’ve seen my place,” you said. “I’d be happy for you and your family to come live there, if you’d be interested.” 

“Yes, we would be,” he breathed, his hands moving down to rest on your waist. 

Suddenly your faces were much closer than you realized, and your gaze flickered down to his lips. It seemed that Crosshair had the same thought, because he moved even closer. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, the look on his face akin to that of a desperate plea. 

Instead of torturing him any longer, you closed the gap between you two, crashing your lips into his. It was everything you’d dreamed of, the feeling of his hands resting on your waist and his lips against yours for the first time something you would remember for the rest of your days. 

You were so utterly lost in each other that you didn’t hear the ramp of the ship descend again, but the gleeful shouts of Crosshair’s family did pull you two apart. “Shut up,” Crosshair growled at Hunter, whose grin was the widest of them all. 

You smiled, placing a quick peck on his lips. “They’re just happy for you,” you said softly. 

“It’s annoying.” 

You laughed. “Come on, we can always continue this back home.” 

Crosshair’s grip on your waist tightened for a moment. “That better be a promise, mesh’la.” 

You just smiled as you pulled away from him, excited to extend your offer to your new family, whether they knew it yet or not.

- the end -

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[sadisticyouko]

hello, im not sure if requests are open or closed, if they're closed you can ignore this ^^

reader is female.

can i request a one shot where the reader is a part of team urameshi and reader and hiei were secretly dating until (either member of your choice maybe kurama or something) walks in on the two of them kissing and eventually they come out that they've been dating. :P

☆ author's note : a little bit suggestive but not too much detail, I wrote most of this while i was super drunk last night and finally got around to finishing it up today, not sure if i love the ending tbh, but i hope this is to your liking ! ♡

❝ JUST BETWEEN US ❞

You weren’t sure what to call it. At first it started with bouts of protectiveness, almost constantly initiated by Hiei. The Dark Tournament was a vicious, cruel game that in a way, exposed a softer side of Team Urameshi as a whole. How you all cared for one another. How you would all willingly fight a stadium full of monsters for one another. It a was a fast track way to bond for a pair of teammates that knew little to nothing of each other previous to boarding that boat and fighting to the death one round after another.

You couldn’t tell that anything had changed about him after the first match. You were bloodied, slightly concussed, and amped up by the adrenaline of having won your first fight. Bruises no doubt littered your entire body. Yusuke congratulated you with a rough pat on the back, his hand accidentally slapping against a particularly deep wound. You gave Kuwabara a half hug on your way back, his embrace gentler, but still sturdy with relief.

When your eyes broke contact with the healthy green grass you stamped beneath your feet, you met Hiei’s crimson eyes.

Almost like an accident, at first. How long had he been staring? His eyes quickly darted to the left, almost embarrassed to have been caught watching you. But why would that be unusual? You figured he was just still learning it was normal to care about his friends.

You instinctively stood beside him for the remainder of the fights. Not much conversation, both of your attention glued to the arena before you. Your shoulders feeling like magnets. More effort to distance yourself from his side than it took to stay there. Your eyes occasionally meeting when you dare to look from the fight to his face. Like he had been staring. A light pink dusting his cheeks when he’s caught in the act before he immediately looks away. Another complaint if you stare for too long.

If Kuwabara breathed too hard you never heard the end of it from Hiei. If a contestant took a misstep in the arena he had a corrective remark to make of it.

When your hand accidentally brushed his…he was silent. When your eyes met his in the middle of a group conversation…he was silent.

It wasn’t until one of your matches went sideways that he decided not to waste anymore time.

Feeling out powered. Out classed. Running out of ideas. Out of time… You thought you might really die in front of your friends and a stadium full of demons chanting, praying for more of your blood to spill on the pavement. Your vision gets blurry after losing enough blood. It’s like seeing through static. Lungs burning with exertion. Muscles freezing, locking in place. This is it, you think. This is death.

And Hiei’s voice breaks through the thick fog of your surrender.

“Fight, (y/n), fight!”

It’s by some miracle your opponent passes out seconds before you. You released a burst of energy, you don’t even know how, to knock them out of the ring and begin the count down. The sound of the announcer’s eager voice ringing in your eyes. One…two… staggering…and darkness.

The air conditioner makes a comforting noise in the darkness of the hotel room. It’s a gentle hum. Sometimes a staccato to disrupt the pattern. Before your eyes even open, a heavy pounding begins in your head. Aching all over. Body heavy with exhaustion. And yet…your body fights. Shooting up in bed. Tense and primed for violence. Your hands balled into fists as your eyes adjust to the dark hotel room…

“Hn, finally. You’ve been sleeping for hours.”

It’s Hiei. His voice stirring an unfamiliar warmth in your belly that relaxes your muscles, your fight or flight instincts taking a back seat to an entirely new set of instincts. Of warmth…of uncertainty. You fidget in the white linen bed they assigned to you and let out a deep sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Did we win?”

“Obviously.”

You haven’t dared to look at him yet, you hand encasing your face as your body adjusts to its surroundings. The bed dips with his weight as he comes to sit beside you, bringing a cool cup of water up to your lips and tipping it. Holding the glass as you sip and then gulp all the water within the glass. A bead of water escapes from your lips, drips down the side as Hiei retracts the glass.

Unbeknownst to you, he watches that little bead of water carefully. He watches your face carefully the same way he watched over you while you slept. Examining your breathing, dressing your wounds.. The moonlight bounces off the side of your cheek and casts a glow around your features. Features he worried he’d never see again. The face he saw bloodied and battered in the arena. The face he had secretly hoped he’d get to enjoy for years to come…

When you finally turn to look into his crimson eyes…he is electric… A live wire full of emotion and pain. Before either of you even realize, his hand is under your chin and pulling your face close into an innocent kiss. A press of his lips against yours, and moving fervently, desperately against yours until he opens his mouth and lets your taste in. Until he’s on top of you in bed, moving the sheets away from your body to feel you close. Until you’re gasping at the proximity. Until you’re wondering if you really did win that fight or maybe if you’ve descending into a blissful hell and hiei’s there to greet you with the most blissful sins imaginable.

No one notices for the rest of the tournament.

And, why would they? A life for death scenario each and every day. Never knowing whether or not you’d all finally make it home or if it’d be your last night on earth. Murdered in front of a live audience desperately cheering and hoping to see as much of a mess of your innards as possible.

You and Hiei made the most of it.

After everyone had fallen asleep. After everyone had made their way into their respective rooms. Whether it had been an exhaustive training day or an actual fight in the arena. You kept your door unlocked. Sometimes wandering through the halls of the hotel into his room, sometimes him seeking you out. Every touch of his calloused hands against your face. Every stolen glance or secret kiss. Every moment you had of darkness and peace after the tournament was indulged in between the two of you.

There were a few times you worried the secret would be given away. He didn’t like for anyone to stand too close to you. He didn’t like for you to volunteer for any fights, not if the four of them could handle it. It wouldn’t always be words or outward aggression he’d show to keep others away from you. Sometimes it was just an ominous energy emanating from him if someone else took the seat beside you. It took everything within his power not to drape an arm around you and tell his teammates flat out to back off. Don’t touch her. Don’t look at her. She’s mine…

Naturally, a part of you worried that it would all come to an end once the tournament was over. No matter how sad or distant it made you feel, you always welcomed the fire demon into your arms and into your heart whenever he made his presence known. Life was too short to waste time worrying about a future that might never come. Not when you already had everything you wanted in your arms.

Despite having made it all the way back home, you were pleasantly surprised when his affections didn’t stop then.

He still needed to see you. Still needed you in his arms. Still needed your lips and hips pressed against his. There was no one else but him. There was no one else but you. It was a bit hard to define the limits, but Hiei seemed to understand what you were. You were his. And he was yours. And that was enough for a demon from another world to understand.

Moments alone were easier to come by after the tournament. Hiei would seek you out whenever he felt like it, and the others were occupied with going back into the daily routines they held before. So when the team was called back together for another mission, you two were a bit out of practice in the sneaking around department.

The gang had been around each other almost every second during the last few days.

No alone time. No stolen kisses or quick pecks, not while the others were present and within sight. And every moment that Hiei had to go without your touch was another moment of growing agitation.

Kuwabara finally dozes off laying on the living room floor. The lights are dim in his family room, everyone had been strategizing hard for the next mission. Yusuke stretches his legs in front of him from where he leans against the couch, getting lost staring at the screen of his phone. Kurama stands stiffly before excusing himself for a light walk around the neighborhood.

You lock eyes with Hiei.

He gets up and disappears further into the house. You wait a few minutes. Eyes darting between the two boys in the room. Both tired and both not paying any attention. You finally stand and follow Hiei into an empty bedroom.

The room is dark, and the door closes behind you before your eyes even adjust to the darkness and register his presence.

It's his hand at your waist you recognize before finally meeting his crimson gaze. Your hand naturally drifts up to his cheek, cupping his face the way you've done dozens of times before.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't need to. Not when his body already fills the silence. I need you. I miss you. I need you closer. I need your touch...

When his lips finally press against yours, his kiss is heated and desperate and heavy with wanting. Wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring your familiar taste and claiming you the way he had been dying to for so many days in a row.

Click.

The doorknob clicks open and the door bumps into the wall as it swings open. "Oh my god."

Hiei had instinctively gripped you tighter at the sound, pulling you close with one arm as his other hand gripped the handle of his sword.

A move which he instantly regretted, given the sight.

"Oh my god!" Yusuke points with a devilish grin, laughing at the unexpected discovery, "Are you two dating?! Hiei, you dog!"

Hiei grimaces at the detective's discovery. His grip on you only slightly loosening as he turns to threaten Yusuke. "Shut up you idiot."

"Oh my god, how did we not notice?! How long has this been going on for?!"

The discovery is entertaining enough for Yusuke to go on and on, only for Kuwabara to wake up and barge in and the entire secret is exposed. On the one hand, it's a bit of relief that you two won't have to sneak around the gang anymore. On the other, it's a relentless barrage of jokes and euphemisms while the two dummies come to terms with the discovery. At least Hiei won't be as agitated during the team meetings anymore, if he somehow manages not to kill one of them before the night's over.

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[how-serene]

Try A Little Tenderness

Pairing - Bob Taylor x Neutral!Reader

Summary - Bob comes home to find you, and the sweetest surprise.

Word count - 874

Warnings - slight mention of anxiety, fluff, comfort, gender neutral reader, bob crying, no use of y/n, soft moments with bob

A/N - Just a lil date night with Bob, my boy deserves the world. Decided to upload it early!

Bob walked inside, shoulders finally easing as he shut and locked the front door. The little nauseating ball of anxiety he had been carrying around with him throughout the day dissipated. He could almost feel the warmth on his back emanating from the kitchen light. Somewhere, you were humming a mindless tune, causing the trembling of his hands to still. 

You were home. 

He placed his shoes on the floor by the entrance door, and hurriedly turned to find you. Although he never had to look too far. Not too long ago his home was more of a shell, bare boned on the inside with not so much as a dining table. Suddenly you came along, and the empty vessel of his house became a home. Little parts of your presence were everywhere. From the patterned quilt thrown over the back of the couch, to the thrifted clock you found in the shape of a whale that hung in the hallway. It was a lovely reminder that you were here, all the time. His eyes ran over the little bits of clutter you added to his home before he finally found you, in the kitchen. 

You had an apron on, a wooden spoon clutched in your hand as you stirred whatever was cooking on the stove. The savory aroma of tomato sauce wafted into his nose as he slowly approached you. You looked over your shoulder, smiling at his presence. He watched as you shut the burner off, and turned to throw your arms around him. 

He melted into the embrace, your body warm from being in the stuffy kitchen for so long. He felt your fingers scratch the back of his head, toying with his dark locks. 

“You’re home early,” you said, voice muffled as he held you against his chest. You pulled back, brushing back the hair over his eyes. His gaze lingered on you, trailing over your sweet features that left him breathless if he stared too long. You quickly pecked his cheek, your soft lips causing heat to rise to his face. His heart stuttered from the action. 

“Come on, handsome boy, I want to show you something.” You grasped his hand, dragging him to the dining room. You were buzzing from your own excitement, feeling nerves swell inside as you approached the surprise. 

‘What are you-

His words faded as his eyes took in the sight. The cheap, wooden dining table was dressed with a white cloth, as lit candles and various flowers decorated the top. Your own hand never left his, though he could feel you were shaking. 

“I originally planned to have everything done before you came home, but you showed up earlier than I thought.” You explained, running your thumb over his knuckles (if only to distract your own nervousness.) 

His eyes stung as they began to water, he swallowed the tight lump forming in his throat. You were so sweet. Oh god, you were too sweet and too good for him. This wasn’t even the first time you’d done this, but it still knocked him back every time. 

“Bob?” He heard you call his name, somewhere far off in the distance. You entered his blurry vision, looking at him with concern. Your warm palm rested against his cheek, thumb brushing against his skin. 

“T-Thank you” he stuttered out, his voice small and quiet. Your lips met his, only briefly, making his head feel fuzzy. You gently nudged him toward his seat, hands guiding him to sit down. 

“I’ll be back,” you rushed back to the kitchen, and brought in a pan filled with pasta and that familiar smell of spaghetti sauce. The apron was gone. 

He rubbed his hands over his knees, as he watched you place the pan on the table (with a pair of tongs) and sit across from him. Your eyes met across the small dining table. He drank in the lovely sight of you, all golden and light as the candles flickered and swayed. An overwhelming wave of fondness washed over him.

You looked away from him, fidgeting in your seat. 

“Well, let’s eat.” 

The Platters played from the speakers, the voice of Tony Williams filling the living room. Bob and you were curled up on the couch, the candles on the table beginning to dim. The dirty dishes were piled in the sink, forgotten as Bob rested on top of you. His ear was pressed against your chest, listening to the faint thump of your heart. He sighed, as your hands ran through his hair, causing him to sink further and further away. He struggled to fight against the drowsiness pulling his body under, but the sound of you quietly singing along only further soothed him. 

I love you, he thought. The words on the tip of his tongue yet never leaving his mouth. He felt himself drift off, snuggling further into your chest. 

Maybe he’ll say it to you another time, when he was confident enough to look you in the eye. 

You deserved that much and more, he believed. 

Tony Williams' voice filled his head, before he finally succumbed to sleep. 

"Each day I pray for evening Just to be with you Together at last at twilight time"

[flurrys-creativity]

Royal Quest

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) x GN!Reader; Genre: Royal AU, Shifter AU, Historical AU, Angst, Fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: mentions of blood, an accident and bandages, mentions of human sacrifices and fights; Wordcount: 2.094

Summary: Yugyeom got gravely hurt on his quest to kill the ferocious dragon. To his fortune you found him and intended to nurse him back to health. Would he accept that though with you being the ferocious dragon?

A/N: This is part of a deal with @daemour and I finally managed to pull off my part of the deal again!!!!

Yugyeom winced in pain from his sudden movement upon hearing pebbles and boulders rolling further down the mountain. He didn’t know how long he laid there, heavily injured from his fall, but it seemed to be enough time for the first animals to approach.

He forced his eyes open, vision blurry and unfocused, yet he saw something colourful a few feet away from him. A stark contrast to the otherwise grey surrounding. 

With his last strength Yugyeom tried to raise his sword, ignoring the pain that shot through his body. The metal clattered against the stone as he was unable to move his arm at all. Yugyeom bit on his lower lip, refusing to show any weakness. 

As the seventh son of the kingdom, with no chance of ascending to the throne and constantly teased by his older brothers, he grew accustomed to swallowing his pain and hiding his true emotions. For the same reason he decided to leave the safety of the castle and made his way into the mountains in search of the dragon that supposedly terrorised the citizens of a nearby town.

The castle had received a lot of complaints, saying they couldn’t mine any further without the dragon attacking them. The kingdom relied on the riches hidden deep inside these mountains and no dragon should prevent the wellbeing of the kingdom.

Yugyeom’s hand trembled as he still tried raising his sword, showing whatever had appeared in front of him that he wasn’t the simple meal it imagined him to be.

A thought crossed his mind, the possibility of a human having found him. “Who are you?” His voice sounded off, way too deep and raspy for his own liking.

He didn’t get an answer and that colourful thing didn’t move either. Yugyeom sighed and dropped the tension from his arm, his whole body relaxing as much as it could with all the pain numbing it. The thought he started hallucinating either from blood loss or from being alone for so long made its way into Yugyeom’s mind.

Despite the blurry vision Yugyeom tried to keep looking at the splotch of colour. Though even that became too much of a burden and his eyes rolled upwards. 

Dark clouds chased each other far up in the sky, giving the illusion there was no distance between the grey mountains and the grey clouds, the only difference being one of them moved around. A raindrop hit Yugyeom’s face. ‘Great’, he thought and closed his eyes. Though it wouldn’t be much of a difference with the coldness of his skin.

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The scent of blood made you crawl out of your hideout, following your nose towards the source. You desperately hoped it was only the remnants of a wild animal being killed by a mountain lion or eagle. Anything would be okay, as long as the humans didn’t start sacrificing their animals or worse their own kind again.

It had been centuries since that happened but the horror still haunted your dreams from time to time. You had gone deep into the mountains as a result, far away from the humans in hopes of never crossing them again until a few years ago, when you came home to a ransacked bedroom. Seeing it smashed like that, you had gone berserk.

In hindsight you might have overreacted at that time but your instincts had run wild on that night.

You stopped in your movements, seeing an injured person between debris on the ground. Blood oozed out of several wounds all across the body and the human appeared unconscious until your eyes snapped to the shaking hand, taking note of the sword that clattered against the stone. 

You stood a few feet away from the human, not moving an inch while you observed the situation. Even when a deep male voice spoke to you, you kept silent and waited. Waited until the human actually lost consciousness.

Once that happened you changed your form, your scaly body now towering over the small human being. You grabbed the body with one of your mighty claws, careful as to not hurting him any further. You shielded the body with your other claw after you pushed yourself into the air and glided on the back of the wind. 

When you reached your home, you placed the human on your bed, pulling fur and other soft things closer to his body before you turned into your human form again. You stared at him, contemplating why you brought him into your home.

You didn’t know much about humans but he looked like a fighter with the sword and the shiny plates covering most of his body. You definitely didn’t want any of that near him once he woke up again. It felt like walking on eggshells when you removed those plates, questioning why a human would wear something so uncomfortable. They didn’t bend and move along the body like your scales, you couldn’t imagine he had a lot of freedom moving around in that.

Only after you removed them came the whole severity of his wounds to light, making you swallow harshly. You didn’t want to know how much blood he already lost before you even found him. The possibility this human died in your care became threateningly high. You also didn’t want to imagine what kind of reaction other humans would have if they ever found out. For a moment you wondered whether he would be missed, meaning more humans would come to find him.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of your thoughts. There was only one solution: You had to nurse him back to health and then bring him far away from your home but near other humans so he could show everyone that he was in fact still alive and well.

~

The scent of a warm broth pulled Yugyeom from his slumber. He groaned as he stretched his limbs with closed eyes, wincing slightly from the lingering stinging sensation. 

His eyes opened together with his memories of dying in the rain. Yugyeom pushed himself up and looked around, unfamiliar with his surroundings. He blinked several times while he tried processing his own thoughts and what he saw.

His attention shifted from the cave like room to the bright colours that appeared in the corner of his vision. Blue, green, red, yellow - somehow you had matched every colour he knew in your outfit.

“You’re awake.” You carefully moved closer to him, offering him a wooden bowl with a clear, steaming liquid. “You must be hungry. I can bring you some other things to eat as well.”

Yugyeom hesitantly accepted the bowl with a nod, watching how you turned around and left through a narrow hall. He glanced down at the broth, tentatively sniffing it. It was then that he noticed the linen bandages wrapped around several parts of his body. 

“Don’t move too much”, you interrupted him as you brought steamed vegetables and meat in more bowls. “Your wounds just started closing a few days ago.”

“How long was I out?”

You pursed your lips in thought, placing the bowls next to him, and sat down on the ground. “A week? More or less, I think.” You shrugged with your shoulders. “I wasn’t outside that much.” You looked up at him, tilting your head with curiosity. “Are you warm again?”

Yugyeom stared at you with a confused expression, waiting for you to elaborate. 

“You were very cold when I found you. I had to warm you up a lot!” You kept a safe distance from him and observed his every movement, noticing how he appeared to be in distress.

“Warm me?” Yugyeom sputtered, feeling the heat creeping up his neck and tinting his ears a darker shade of red. His eyes darted around the area, making sure his thoughts were justified - and indeed there were barely any blankets around. He glanced back at your form, desperately trying to pull his mind out of the gutter.

“You look like you’re too warm now.”

Yugyeom choked on air and started coughing violently. He never met a person so straightforward. Even though he was only the seventh prince of the kingdom and got teased relentlessly by his older brothers, he still got treated like royalty by anyone else. Though he had to admit, he liked it.

His eyes landed back on your form, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “Who are you?” Seeing how you tensed, Yugyeom let his gaze roam around the room one more time. “Also, where am I and where are my belongings?”

“The metal plates and pointy thing?”

Yugyeom nodded, dumbfounded.

“They’re outside. These things are dangerous and can hurt you,” you explained quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“They’re supposed to help me, so I can defeat the ferocious dragon!”

“Ferocious?” You scoffed, barely able to suppress the smoke rolling out of your nostrils. You quickly got up and walked away from the human. “Maybe if the dragon would be left alone, there would be no need for the attacks.”

“Maybe if my people could peacefully do their work up in the mountains, there would be no need to bother the dragon!” Yugyeom sat up completely, feeling irritated by your behaviour.

You turned back around, chest rising in anger. “If their work wouldn’t include invading my home, I wouldn’t have to defend myself!”

Yugyeom’s jaw dropped to the floor. “Your home?” He pushed himself from the bed and hurried over to you, grabbing your upper arm. “You’re the dragon?” His eyes wandered over your form, searching for the tail or horns or even some scales. “How? Aren’t you human?”

You scoffed and raised an eyebrow, even stepping closer to him until your chests touched. “Am I not looking ferocious enough? Am I too tiny, not beastly enough?” You had to tilt your head back so you could properly look at him. It irked you how he looked at you - not in fear or horror, no, he stared at you in wonder. For a split second you even played with the thought of simply shifting right in front of him.

“You’re messing with me.” Yugyeom let go of your arm and stepped back, running his hands through his hair. “Did my brothers set you up for this? They did, didn’t they?” He turned away, scoffing in disbelief, before he turned back around quickly. “How did you even find me? Did you follow me up here?”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, rolling your eyes and barely holding in the scoff. You closed your eyes and rolled your head from one side of your shoulders to the other, feeling the tingling underneath your skin as you let parts of your body transform.

Yugyeom could feel his mouth drop open again and his eyes widened as two horns grew on your head and a line of scales appeared on your skin along your hairline. He gasped audibly the second you opened your eyes and to vertical slits stared right back at him. 

“I found you because of the stench of blood in what can be considered my front yard,” you hissed out. 

“Why did you help me?” Yugyeom stared at you in awe, his initial quest completely forgotten. “I don’t understand. You knew why I came to the mountains and you still helped me.”

“Because I’m not a monster unlike what your people love to call me.”

Yugyeom absentmindedly rubbed over the bandages on his upper body. “I can see that,” he mumbled, blinking several times as his thoughts raced through his head.

“So”- you walked over to your bed and sat down - “what are you going to do now, little human?” You got caught by surprise when he sat down next to you, hiding his face in his hands.

“I don’t know.” Yugyeom came into the mountains to slay the dragon that drove away the nearby villagers, but instead he got rescued and nurtured by said dragon. How could he possibly slay you now?

You shifted back into your human form completely. You sighed deeply before you got up and walked towards your kitchen. “Maybe we’ll find a solution that doesn’t involve bloodshed over some cookies and tea.”

“And some answers to my questions, please.” Yugyeom immediately followed you like a lost puppy, thanking you the second he got a cookie. “I think I’ll have some more time before anyone actually searches for me.”

“Because a quest to slay a dragon is quite time consuming,” you joked but nodded nonetheless. “Well, then let us have a heart to heart.” 

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Day 16 | Tarot

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When stranded on an uncharted underwater planet, alone and surrounded by hostile lifeforms, there are only two possible outcomes: adapt and survive, or die trying.

Spoilers: For the game Subnautica

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of death and violence. Mentions of drowning and suffocation. Near death experience. Referring to someone as 'it'. Mentions of dehumanization.

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Scott gasps for air as he bursts out of the water, hacking as the darkness clouding the edge of his vision slowly disappears. 

That, that was close. Closer than when he originally escaped his own lifepod, and that had been deeper than the one he just investigated. Then again, he hadn’t needed to backtrack 200 meters without a way to replenish his air. Just made a straight shot to the surface. 

He has no one to blame but himself for taking such a foolish risk. But the moment he realized the odd structure below him was a lifepod, there wasn’t a chance in hell he wouldn’t check. Not when there was a chance someone was inside.

There wasn’t. That doesn’t mean he regrets his decision, however. Better to be safe than sorry. Even if his lungs and limbs try to say otherwise. 

Scott coughs one last time before turning toward the Aurora, the ship looking no closer than before. But as he turns in the opposite direction, the island he swam from is nothing more than a blurry outline in the distance. And not for the first time, he thinks it’d be better if he turned around and tried again another day. There’s no telling how much further he can go before his body decides it can’t continue. Especially when he’s pushing his luck having enough air to swim 400 meters in total. 

Not to mention, it’s been quite an eventful day. He nearly had a heart attack meeting his first leviathan. 

No one will know how he got scared by one. If he had spotted it, concluded by its massive size it’d most likely eat him, and proceeded to completely avoid it, he would’ve been fine if someone witnessed his embarrassment. But Scott didn’t do that. Despite the fact they remind him of whales and swim just as slowly, they still managed to sneak up on him. Because he hadn’t realized there was more than one. 

Suffice to say, he’s thankful he first leviathan he encountered wasn’t a carnivore, or else such a stupid mistake would’ve been the death of him. It just proved Scott isn’t cut out for something like this. Though he’d like to meet someone who would flourish after being stranded on an uncharted planet. Unfortunately the only person coming to mind died ten years ago. 

Continue, or go back?

Scott looks between the Aurora and his island. Furrows his eyebrows before diving back under the water to see what’s around. 

For the most part, there’s not much. Hasn’t been his entire way here. And maybe that’s because he didn’t go any deeper than 10 meters, but he’s not tempting fate by going down into the unknown no matter how terrifying it is to see a dark abyss beneath his feet. 

There has to be a shallow area with plenty of resources. All the life in this ocean can’t exist only 200 meters or deeper. 

Scott turns his seaglide back on. Continues on his journey toward the Aurora. Sighs in relief when the terrain finally begins to climb up in depth, even starting to see color decorating the landscape. 

With an uncertain look toward the barren wasteland just boarding a sea of grass the color of blood, he angles himself to stay within the shallower biome. Especially as night starts to fall, he’d rather stay where the water is clearer. Make sure he can always see the ground below him and at least 200 meters in every direction. 

So clear, in fact, he spots something faintly glowing a distinct purple color. 

Scott slowly stops above what looks to be a massive hole in the seafloor, unable to help a groan at being unable to escape the fact there will never be solid ground. It’s either a floating island, or a massive cave system carved beneath a plateau. 

It’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t- 

The hair on the back of his neck stands up. Looking up from the entrance to the cave system, he spots something else glowing in the distance. A deeper purple than what’s below. Belonging to something massive, and swimming directly toward him. 

Scott doesn’t hesitate, diving straight down toward the faint glow. Feels his heart skip a beat when he hears a haunting wail. 

Knowing he’s been spotted and aware he’s most likely about to turn into something’s dinner, he maneuvers away from the cave that might be big enough for it to follow through, aiming toward a rock spire instead. One with openings blocked by jellyfish twice his size. There’s a possibility he’ll get stung, but he’ll take that over being ripped to shreds. 

He can feel it pass almost directly overhead as a current almost knocks him off course. Finds himself holding his breath as he’s only ten feet away. Five. One.

Scott braces himself as he dives through the narrow space between the glowing stingers, slamming into the rock when he couldn’t stop his momentum in time. Sharp pain erupts in his shoulder from the harsh impact, eliciting a hiss as he tries to keep it from getting jostled. To be honest, he’s a little worried it might be dislocated. But he didn’t get stung, all his limbs are completely intact, and he’s safe. 

His escape doesn’t go unnoticed. Not when the rock suddenly shakes, almost as if something rammed into it. Nothing crumbles, though, just bits of dust getting knocked from the ceiling. Meaning it can’t get to him through brute force. 

Thank God.

“Shit.” 

Scott feels his brain restart as he tries to process what he just heard. “Did you just speak common?” 

There’s no response. Of course there’s no response he’s in shock. He’s been completely alone for a month, barely just escaped with his life, and currently in pain. If there was ever a time for his mind to try and make him feel better about his situation, it’d be now. Now, and in the form of the thing that just tried to eat him talking in standard common. 

Look, he didn’t go to medical school. But that’s the only thing that makes sense. Because some sea creature on an uncharted ocean planet couldn’t possibly- 

“Are you dead?” 

Scott’s mouth drops open as the voice seems to echo through the small cavern. Seems to have a presence of its own. Definitely not part of his imagination. Something’s actually speaking in common. 

Staring at the jellyfish, he slowly moves toward the opening where a large shadow is waiting. Carefully peers through without getting too close to the stingers to figure out just what had chased him. 

He sees wing-like extensions spanning several feet. A transparent segmented tail coiled up tightly. Several glowing yellow eyes. And then there’s the head and torso that are distinctly human, the only difference is the size and deep purple color, even tied back long hair. 

Suddenly, it smiles, revealing rows of sharp teeth long enough to skewer him. “Oh good, you’re alive.” 

Scott stumbles back with a curse, gasping for air when it becomes clear he wasn’t imagining things. The leviathan currently keeping him trapped is speaking common. Forget how terrifying his imagination can get, nothing would’ve prepared him for getting taunted before getting eaten by something that looks human. 

There’s got to be a way he can escape. 

Checking his HUD, Scott feels his heart drop at his oxygen quickly depleting. Looks around to possibly find another opening. A tunnel that leads him down to the cave system so he can slip away unnoticed. An abandoned but full air tank by some miracle. 

“You’re going to die if you stay in there.” 

“Oh, so you’re a fortune teller?” Scott snaps, unable to help himself with how smug it sounds. “Want to give me a tarot reading on how I’ll die today?” 

“That’s a new one,” the rumbling voice muses. Like it’s toying with him. How could his day get any worse. “I just know you’re running out of air.” 

God damn it.

Scott turns back to the small cavern around him. Feels dread creep in that he has to chose between drowning, or being eaten. Never did he think that would be an ultimatum. 

The sound of a pop has him turning back toward the entrance. Stares as he tries to comprehend what he’s seeing as a bubble rises from the ground before bursting when it hits the ceiling. Followed by three more. 

Don’t tell him those are air bubbles. 

Swimming above the coral they’re originating from, he gasps as the bubble bursts around him with the sound of his tank refilling. It happens again, and then a third time, giving him enough air to last for a few more minutes. Breathes a sigh of relief as three more bursts come. At least that takes care of him running out of oxygen. 

“Are you dead, yet?” 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Scott growls. It’s bad enough he’s trapped here, does it really need to mock him? “To know I drowned if you couldn’t be the one to kill me.” 

“I never said I was going to kill you,” is said so casually it takes a moment for the words to register. 

Scott sputters. “Oh, I’m sorry. Was I supposed to think getting trapped in here was a friendly greeting?” 

There’s a deep laugh that makes the cavern shake. It prompts Scott to carefully look out, unsure if that’s a good or bad sign. He spots the leviathan sitting exactly where he left it, nothing but amusement decorating its face. 

Wonderful. If he’s not seen as a meal, he’s seen as entertainment. “Technically you trapped yourself in there.” 

“Well I don’t see you moving anytime soon.” 

The towering being grins. “No. But, again, never said I was going to kill you.” 

No, it never did, but it doesn’t have to. Not when it’s obvious it’s happy to play the waiting game for its prey to become desperate, or think it has a shot to escape. 

Scott’s not going to take his chances. He has a steady supply of air, extra food stored, and protection to keep anything coming after him less it gets stung. He can wait here as long as needed. He won’t be giving anything the satisfaction of making him into a meal. Especially not the smug leviathan only an arm’s reach away. 

“Are you dead in there?” 

He doesn’t raise to the bait, staying out of sight in the hopes it assumes he did drown and decides to hunt something else. 

A yell escapes when something collides with the rock, covering his head to keep debris from knocking him unconscious. Hissing when his bruised shoulder manages to take the brunt of it. “This feels a lot like you’re trying to kill me!” 

“I just wanted to make sure you’re alive,” the leviathan says, sounding like it’s smiling. “Not my fault you didn’t answer.” 

At this rate, Scott is going to die by a heart attack before drowning or being dismembered. He doesn’t know whether to feel accomplished or insulted by the fact. 

To keep the possibility of getting crushed by crumbling rock from happening again, he carefully positions himself so his air tank continues to be filled at the same time he sits within eyesight of the leviathan. Sends a scathing glare at its smirk. Refuses to acknowledge it any further as he looks through his pack to see if there’s anything he could possibly use to get out of this alive. 

There’s nothing that can help. He doesn’t even have a scanner to try and see if there are any weaknesses. The best he can do is pray and wait. At least the leviathan seems happy to silently watch instead of continue its sadistic taunts. 

Until it hums in thought. “Got any peepers with you?” 

"No."

[lostgirl677]

Revenge part.6

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

part 5

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and the Winchester brothers are on the trail of a mysterious werewolf, but who knows where this may lead them? Another successfull hunt or a more serious mess?

“Y/N?” I heard someone calling my name from a distance. “Y/N? C’mon, wake up, please.” I felt the ghost of a touch on my face. Slowly, I regained my senses. A dull pain on the side of my head manifested itself and suddenly became violent. I heard a sound of something metallic jingling. And the pressure I felt on my wrists was released. I raised my hand to touch the painful part of my head. But a calloused hand gently stopped me. “Hey, don’t touch it.” I heard him say softly. It was a male voice for sure.  When I finally opened my eyes, I saw a blurry face blocking the light from my vision. I heard him again “That’s it! C’mon, Y/N please. Try to focus your eyes on me. Show me you’re okay.” I recognized this voice.

“Dean?” I asked as I blinked more my eyes to get past the blur. Then I finally saw his face correctly. “Y/N, what happened to you? Where’s Sam?” I tried to sit up but Dean stopped me. ”Easy, Y/N. Just tell me.” I saw the concerned look in his eyes.  I tried to gather my memories as best as I could. Everything came back all at once. “The Sam who was with us today was a shapeshifter and he followed us since Lebanon's events. He works with Joe. He kidnapped Sam this morning. And he knocked me out before running away.” I said as I rubbed the side of my head. Dean’ eyes widened as he seemed to take all the information in. “Son of a bitch” he simply muttered while yanking the chains away.

He seemed to regain a bit of his cool when he glanced at me and asked “Okay. We’ll get Sam back quickly. But first, I have to take care of you. Do you feel well enough to walk?” I slowly nodded my head. But then I got scared and asked suspiciously “Wait. How do I know you’re not a shifter?” He looked at me incredulously, sighed and grabbed my silver dagger to hand it to me. I studied his face to try to detect any sign of pain. Thankfully, he didn’t flinch. “See? Didn’t burn myself. But now, I have to make sure you’re not a shifter either. Your turn, sweetheart.” I took the dagger from his hand. He looked at me intently and studied my face too. When he saw my lack of reaction at the silver touch, he sighed in relief. “Okay, so no one here is a shifter. Now it’s time to go find Sammy. I’m going to lift you carefully and I’ll help you out of here. Sounds good?” “Yeah, thank you.” 

Once we were out of the basement, Dean guided me on the stairs while holding me. He broke the silence by saying “We have no time to waste. We have to find Sam. I can drop you at a hospital, if you want.” He paused for a second to glance at me. I just shook my head. Then I asked him “How did you find me?” He sighed and said “I waited for you in front of Baby for around ten minutes. But I didn’t see you coming back. So I thought that maybe something bad happened to you. That maybe Joe was waiting for you. I sneaked into the flat but you weren’t there. So I rushed to the basement. I found the door open and the trap door. I called for you but nobody answered. And when I landed, I found you chained and unconscious on the floor and Sam was nowhere to be seen.”

 We were finally out of the building when I decided to ask him “Did you look at that room?” “No. I mostly focused on you, to be honest.” He said in a soft tone. He threw me a concerned look and he moved his hand to caress my back. He was back to the gentle Dean I always knew. Though his gesture was comforting, Dean’s ‘mood swings’ were really disconcerting. But if he wasn’t a shapeshifter, what else could explain his behavioral change, then? Was he a crocotta? I saw him on the phone last night and he wasn’t there when I woke up this morning. No, it wouldn’t make sense. He couldn’t be possessed either. As much as it intrigued me, I had to leave this question aside, as we had more important things to do.

To get back to the important subject, I said, “Well, apparently someone knew that Glen was a werewolf judging by the chains and the claw marks.” Dean seemed to think for a bit while opening Baby’s door for me, then said “But no one was with him when he went all Cujo.” As we both got seated, I replied “There must be an explanation. But first, we have to find Sam.” Dean threw me a panicked glance as he seemed to realize something and replied “He could be anywhere at the moment.” So I tried to reassure him, “The shifter told me that he kidnaped him this morning. So it was more than probably during his jogging. Anyone could have noticed some guy dragging another one in the streets. I’m sure his hiding place is close to the park where he went running.” I barely finished my sentence that Dean immediately started the engine and simply said “The Golden Gate Park”. I looked at him as he maneuvered Baby out of the parking place. All his muscles seemed to be tense and determination was painted on his face. “We don’t have any more time to waste.”

It was a miracle that we didn’t get arrested or into an accident. Dean was driving like a mad man, completely off the speed limit throughout our  journey to the park. And to make things worse, the traffic was terribly busy at this hour. I was used to Dean being reckless, but this was getting out of hand.”Get off my way, damn cable car!” was all he screamed as he barely avoided it. Right after this close call, I decided to intervene. “Dean! Please, slow down a bit! We won’t be of any help if we end up in an accident!” With his eyes still on the road and his hands gripping the wheel harder, he yelled at me “I know! Okay?! I know! But that son of a bitch could be harming Sam at the moment!” Though I felt the anguish in his voice, I rolled my eyes and replied “And you think that us possibly getting into a car wreck will stop him?! Dean, please, calm down. Slow down a bit. We’re close to the park.” I said, almost pleading with him  as I gently put my hand on his arm and the other on the dashboard to steady  myself. Dean was incredibly stubborn but my gesture and the desperation in my tone seemed to calm him a bit. He sighed and slowed down Baby’s pace. “Okay. But I swear that if he touched as much of a single hair on Sam’s head, he’s dead!” 

After a few minutes, many honking, near accidents and various insults and threats directed at pedestrians and other drivers, we finally arrived. Dean parked Baby in a haste and practically jumped out. I barely had the time to unbuckle my seatbelt that he was already away from the car. “Dean! Please wait, we don’t even know where they are!” I screamed as I attempted to follow him. I knew it was nonsense to run like that and I was sure that deep down, Dean knew it, too. But I could never reason with him when it came to Sam. So I didn’t argue and tried to run after him. We both rushed like idjits, trying to get through the crowd. With some luck, we could maybe spot something useful. But the crowd was getting thicker and only got in our way. I was sure we could have enjoyed this beautiful park in another circumstance. All around us, people were enjoying themselves in the heat of this late afternoon, strolling peacefully or maybe laughing at a very funny story. It was a huge contrast to our panicked state. Fear was rising in my blood with each passing second and seeing Dean in such distress worsened the situation. It felt surreal. Almost like being stuck in a loop: pushing people out of our way, trying to catch our breath, turning our heads to look in every direction and then realizing that we had no idea of the direction we should go and back to running again. Plus, time was running fast against us. We were progressively losing daylight and who knew what could be lurking here once the night had fallen.

We ran around for what felt like hours. Although we didn’t know where we headed, we still made it quite far from where we parked the car. Well, at least judging by the almost complete absence of people around and the growing presence of trees. Though my lungs burned from the running session, I was glad to be away from the suffocating crowd. While running, I sometimes checked the sky, trying to know what time it was. The sky took beautiful colors, indicating that the sun had set for quite some time. After a time of running, Dean abruptly stopped and almost made me fall. He brought his hands in his hair, and he turned on himself to face me. Dean was out of breath, just like me. His eyes were gleaming with tears, and he seemed about to break down. “Dammit! This park is too big. This asshole could be anywhere. Even outside of the park for that matter. A stupid joke to lead us here!” Dean was frantic, restless. It seemed that nothing could calm him.

My own heart seemed about to explode, but that was my shot to try to reason with him. I carefully closed the distance between us to get him to look at me.“Dean” was all I said to attempt to gain his attention. His eyes were roaming all over the landscape before finally landing on me. Even with his eyes on me, I could feel he wasn’t fully paying attention to me. And who could blame him? So, I took another step closer to him and said softly “Dean, listen to me.” But, he stepped back as if he was afraid of me. His expression seemed to shift from complete distress to an unreadable one. It wasn’t like him at all. Though my heart sank, I deeply breathed and tried again “I know you don’t want to hear that but we have to calm down a bit and to think. Running around leads to nothing. Now, breathe a little and try to focus.” Judging by the look in his eyes, Dean seemed to finally have a moment of clarity in the hell he had in his mind. He seemed to think, a focused expression on his face. Then he turned his gaze toward me again. “You think they’re here? In the park?” He asked, stepping in my direction. But before I could reply, he turned his back and began to pace around.  “But where?” And he went to an alt and finally said, “My baby brother is somewhere and I can’t find him. Lately, I was too caught up with…the case. So caught up that I can’t even protect him from an asshole shifter.” His voice broke a little and his shoulders slouched in defeat.

I swiftly approached him in an attempt of a hug. I was sure that he would push me away. But to my surprise, he didn’t slip away from my touch and gladly accepted it. I then lifted his chin to make him look at me. “Hey, you didn’t fail Sam. They know the books. They basically know everything about us. It’s not your fault. He told me that he wanted to kidnap you at first but the diner was too crowded. If they are in the park, there aren't many places where he could hide him without getting noticed. I’m going to find a map of the park. But keep in mind that it's more than probably another trap. Plus, the night is falling. We’ll have to be extra careful, okay?” He wiped a stray tear with the back of his hand and nodded his head. 

We then looked thoroughly at the map. After a moment, I sighed “There’s so many places” as I rubbed my forehead. Dean threw me a desperate look at those words but he redirected his eyes on the map and kept looking nonetheless. The more I looked at the map, the less hopeful I felt. I couldn’t tell Dean such a thing, I didn’t want to crush his hopes. But if it was a useless lead, we’d have to face it. Looking at this damn map was giving me a migraine. Then, Dean pointed his finger at an area and his face lit up. “Look, Y/N! There’s a lake named Elk Glen Lake. Do you think there’s a correlation?” He said as hope seemed to fill his eyes. Thoughts were running fast in my mind. After all, this wasn’t completely irrelevant to think about it, considering the weird game we were thrown into. “Well, it could seem far-fetched but with such a crazy mind as Joe’s, anything is possible. We have to check it.” “This whacko really loves to play with us.” I then tried to look closer in the area. “Look! There’s two separate sets of buildings around this area.  One around Overlook Drive and the other next to Middle Drive W. Should we look in both?” Dean approached his head and took a good look. “We should go check both of them. We’re too far from this place. Let’s go fetch Baby. And there’s no way I can leave you alone here.” He said as he gently took my hand and we left.

We took a quick ride to get near Overlook Dr. As we couldn’t drive on this road, we finished our journey by foot. Soon enough, we would be in the complete dark without any source of light as the new moon was tonight. And I could tell by the way he breathed that Dean was frustrated as hell. Well, it was more groans than breaths honestly. Our rapid footsteps made a terrible noise in the night, as did our irregular breathing. After a long walk in a wooded area with no one around, we finally arrived in a restricted area. At the moment we set foot in this place, we both grabbed our guns. It was a kind of construction site with various machines around. With poor lighting to top it all, it seemed straight out of an 80's horror movie. The air around us was perfectly still. I could almost expect a monster jumping out at us. I then realized that it was totally  possible when you lived a hunter's life.As my body temperature slowly got back to normal, I realized how chilly the air was. I couldn’t help but have slight shivers down my spine.

As I looked around us, I noticed that there was only one building. Dean got closer to me and finally said “I think we’ll have to check this building. This asshole could be here. Ready, Y/N?” I looked around while getting a better hold on my gun. Then I replied, “As I’ll ever be.” Dean threw me a serious look and declared “Okay. Follow me.” And we were finally moving toward the building. As we approached, I couldn’t help but sometimes throw a look or two behind our backs. I definitely watched too many horror movies with Dean. When we arrived next to the door, I slowly put my hand on the handle and tried to open it. But I noticed that it was locked. “It’s locked?”,asked Dean, visibly surprised. He then gently pushed me to the side. “What are you doing? You don’t think of breaking it, right?” I questioned him. He gave me a look and said “What? You have a better idea?”I got my picks out of my pocket and said “Yeah. The James Bond’s way.” He almost laughed when he asked “The James Bond’s way?” I just rolled my eyes and picked the lock. 

As we stepped in, I was shocked by the complete silence and darkness reigning here. It wasn’t as big as it looked from the outside. Dean and I went immediately shoulder to shoulder, raising our guns and trying to be as silent as possible. After a quick look around in the dark, there weren't many places where the shifter could hide. It was just a big room with three doors leading to supposedly other smaller rooms. The building was mostly empty, if it wasn’t for some tables here and there. As I kept looking around, Dean suddenly made a few gestures to tell me to take the door on my left. As he slowly walked away from me, I just glanced at him to see him preparing himself to open the other door. I, too, got closer to my door. Slowly grabbed the handle while preparing my gun with my other hand. My heartbeat was going crazy and a goosebump was forming on my arms. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever could be behind it and pulled the handle down. As I finally opened it, a scream suddenly interrupted me. It was Dean. I quickly turned, raised my gun and ran toward him. He seemed to be fighting someone.

I was ready to aim at the enemy. Dean was kicking and screaming, wrestling with….a broom? “Dean, stop.” I say, trying to pry the broom away from him. The look on his face was priceless. The adrenaline was visibly still coursing in his veins. “Something fell on me when I opened the door.” He said, still panting from the surprise. I stifled a laugh and said while holding his attacker. “Of all the monsters that ever attacked you, the worst one appears to be a broom. It’s a broom closet, Dean.” he grimaced at my jibe. “Yeah. Ha ha, real funny” he scoffed as i helped him up. “You okay, though? No dust bunny on you?” I ask, not resisting to poke a bit of fun at him despite the current situation.���You done?” he asked me with a bitch face that would make Sam proud. “Yeah, let’s go”. With that, we finished inspecting the other rooms.

As expected, it was a wild goose chase. So we moved to the next building on the map. It was now completely dark. The absence of light only thickenned the tension of the situation. Thankfully, the road to the old McQueen Plant wasn’t long. The first thing I noticed when we set foot in the driveway was that the fences around the restricted place were left open. The path was finally lit by a few lamp poles here and there. As we walked in, we were greeted by a deafening silence. Indeed, this part of the park was eerily calm, too calm for my liking. There was barely a noise except for the few twigs we stepped on. We both acted cautious, looking around every bush and tree. If the shifter was there, he could have been with Joe. After a few more steps in deafening silence, I whispered “I think I see light by the window of the building on our right.” Dean snapped his head to look in the direction of the square building with a greenish roof. ”Someone’s working the graveyard shift, huh?” He said as he readied his gun. As we were getting closer, Dean and I both spotted something weird on the ground. A shoe. I soon realized it was Sam’s left shoe. We exchanged a concerned look.

There we were, in front of the old building. I noticed that, unlike the other building from earlier, the door was slightly ajar. This made me throw a nervous look at Dean. We got ready, guns in hands. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as the pressure increased and my hands shook a little. Before we could enter, Dean put his free hand in front of me to stop me from stepping forward. I curiously looked at him. While placing one hand on the door handle, Dean whispered, “Behind this door, anything could wait for us. There’s probably two Sam inside. And worse, a wolfy bonus. But, at this point, we could only expect another stupid trap. The top priority is to get the real Sam and us out of this alive. So, be careful, okay?” I nodded my head. He breathed deeply and looked me in the eyes. “On the count of three.” he whispered. My blood was almost boiling with anguish. Dean’s countdown was over and we pushed the door. 

When we stepped foot inside, I realized it looked like an old laboratory.  The building seemed empty despite being fully lit. The greenish light of the neon made the lab seem darker.It almost looked like a morgue. Dean made a few gestures to tell me we had to inspect. Even though it was a fair size, the building was too small for us to feel the need to split up. Oddly enough, it was way more stressful to check a building with the light on. Indeed, it could only mean that the monster was waiting for us and it was clearly prepared. It seemed like a game and not just a monster trying to hide from us. It wanted us to find them. Another trap. By the way Dean’s jaw tensed at every step, I could tell that he felt the same. The constant flickering of the neons and the water dripping from a faucet nearby only made the situation worse. 

As I looked at the various glassware and samples miscellaneously placed here and there, I heard a deafening crash and various screams and groans. It sounded like someone throwing around someone else. Dean and I raised our heads, exchanged a look and began to try to locate the origin of the commotion. We then tried to  follow the noise. Judging by the way we heard it It seemed to come from a door in the back of the building. But which one, exactly? The ‘fight’ seemed to keep going as we were getting closer . But, after another violent crash that made the walls vibrate, a complete silence fell again. What if it was Sam? Dean seemed to perceive my anxiety as much as I could feel his. We raised our guns again. It was the red door right in front of us. We didn’t have a minute to waste.So, we swiftly ran to the door without making any noise. I was breathing deeply, getting ready for the possible fight that was awaiting us. But before I could do or say anything, Dean kicked the door open.

Part 7 soon

@hobby27 @vikingqueen28 @mikromoon @multifandomnerd4532 @deans-spinster-witch

[rose-of-the-grave]

Former Friends

Pairing: Harry x Hermione

This was requested by @fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples, I hope you enjoy! As always I'm the author (please don't repost).

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, near drowning

Word Count: 1172

Description: Hermione left with Ron instead of staying only to return just in time to save Harry's life.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @fuckyeahsuperheropowercouples

Harry had been left alone to complete the task Dumbledore had given him. After he and Ron had started arguing he had known it was only a matter of time that he would be on his own. He knew his friends. Sometimes better than they knew themselves. Not even a day after Ron left, Hermione gave him some instructions and vanished in pursuit of Ron.

It was a lost cause, he wasn’t coming back. Nor was she.

Now he was alone in the forest following a doe patronus into the darkness, away from his tent. He stumbled along, the only light coming from a stolen wand and the patronus. The doe suddenly disappeared on top of what he soon realized was a frozen lake. Testing it with his foot he decided it was safe.

When Harry reached the center of the lake he looked down into the murky depths, his eyes finally catching a red glint. The sword of Gryffindor. Finally.

Using the wand he blasted a hole in the ice so the sword would have an easy exit.

“Accio!”

The sword didn’t budge.

“Accio sword!”

There was still no movement.

He went back to shore and took off his clothes and glasses before walking back to the sword. Harry moved cautiously, using his foot to ensure he didn’t fall into the hole. The dark combined with his vision was not a good combination.

When he finally reached the hole he prepared himself to jump into the ice cold water. He illuminated the way with his wand, the sword, a blurry figure at the bottom of the lake.

Taking a shaky breath he plunged feet first into the water.

Opening his eyes he flinched at the feel of the cold water on his eyes. He flipped over so his head was pointed downwards toward the sword. Kicking his legs he swam towards the glinting sword. After what felt like forever he reached the sword, his hand wrapping around the hilt of the sword. With the sword secured he started swimming towards the surface, or at least what he thought was the surface. After what felt like minutes of flopping around his arm hit the cold ice of the surface. Feeling around, using what was left of his vision, he tried to find the hole.

In his efforts he managed to hit his head against the ice. His vision completely blacked out and he started to sink. In the distance, he vaguely heard a voice yell something.

“Harry!” A pause. “Bombarda!”

A hole was blasted in the ice close to where Harry was. The next thing he knew he was being hauled out of the icy cold water and laid on his back. Something kept pushing against his chest, a warm mouth pushing air down his lungs.

He coughed out a mouthful of lake water, now on his side facing away from his savior. A warm, gloved hand brushing his back.

After a few minutes he started to shiver, his body finally registering the cold.

“Come on, let's get you warmed up.” A familiar voice insisted.

Hermione helped him over to his things and looked away while he put his clothes back on. He set his glasses back on his face, relieved that he could finally see. There she stood. Hermione. His best friend who had abandoned him. He couldn’t believe that she had actually come back.

Harry led her back to where he had set up the tent and grabbed a blanket to wrap around himself, still shivering slightly. They sat in silence for a few minutes before she broke the quiet.

“Are you alright Harry?” Hermione asked.

“No.”

She quieted at his matter of fact response.

“Thanks for saving me,” He said, grateful yet reluctant to show it.

“What are friends for?” Hermione replied, shrugging.

Her words, so easily said, got under his skin, eating at him until he finally had to say something. Harry stood up and started to pace back and forth before stopping in front of her.

"You know what? You’re wrong.” He said, as if he had just had a revelation.

Looking at him, puzzled, Hermione asked, “What?”

“We were never friends. Friends don't leave." His voice getting increasingly louder and angrier.

"Harry, I didn't leave you because I hated you, I left because I ca-"

"If you cared, you would have stayed." He shot back bitterly. “You would have stayed by my side and helped me save the world instead of running after Ron.”

“I had to. He needed me. We needed each other.”

“No. I needed you. I needed you at my side helping me.”

His words drew tears to her eyes.

His volume lowered to a hushed whisper, “I need- needed you.”

Hermione flinched at the pain in his voice, at his voice crack. She never wanted to hurt him. She had just done what she had thought was best at the moment.

“You should go.” Harry said.

“What? No. I came back to help you so let me help you.”

“I don’t need you. Not anymore.”

She nodded, hurt by his words. “Right.”

Hermione got up and was about to walk out of the tent when she stopped, hesitating.

Harry had turned away but looked over at her when he didn’t hear her footsteps walking away. He watched as she stood there, as if lost in thought. Harry longed to go over there and tell her to not walk away. Tell her to stay. He didn’t ever want to be alone again. But how could he ask that of her knowing she didn’t fully want to stay? His mind told him to let her leave but his heart, the traitorous little thing, reminded him of all of the good times. Of all of the times when she was on his side, saving his life with her expansive knowledge of spells. Of every time he had thought that just maybe what they had transcended a normal friendship.

“Wait.”

She turned to look at him, hope shining in her teary eyes. He hated that he was the reason for those tears that fell down her cheeks.

“Stay.”

She smiled hesitantly before nodding and walking over to him. Throwing her arms around him, squeezing tightly. He tentatively hugged her back.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

He stayed silent, finally pulling away. He nodded before laying down in his bed.

“Can I…?”

Harry looked up at her question, trying to understand what she was asking. He nodded again.

She took off her jacket and boots before climbing under the covers with him. They just lay there for a beat, the lights turning off, before she snuggled next to him. He put one of his arms around her and closed his eyes. For the first time since she left he felt at peace, sleep claiming him sooner than normal.

Deep down he knew that he would eventually tell her but he at least owed it to her to make sure that they would survive before thinking about the future.

[across-violet-skies]

Febuwhump day 22: "you weren't meant to be there"

Whumpees: Sky & Wild

Whump Rating: 2/10

TWs: violence, explosions, blood

Sky ducked as a sword slashed through the air over his head, eyes carefully tracking the monster’s movement as it tried to attack him. The knight tightened his grip on Fi, swinging her low to hit the monster’s ankles. It howled and stumbled back, ankles spouting blood as it fell with a loud thump. Now, it was certainly out for the count, but Sky wasn’t cruel, not even to monsters. With a shout, he leapt into the air, letting gravity bring him down so Fi could plunge into the beast’s chest.

Sky let his gaze sweep over the battlefield. He had ventured a good distance away, but there were still a ton of monsters swarming his brothers. Warriors was slicing large numbers of Bokoblins down like it was nobody’s business, Legend was dual-wielding fire and ice rods, and Hyrule was taking full advantage of his Fire and Jump spells. Wind and Four were back-to-back, using each other as cover, while Time was using his heavy sword to his advantage. Twilight was… well, somewhere. That wolf of his was ripping tails off of Lizalfos, so he was probably somewhere close. And Wild…

There was an excited shout as Wild leapt from a tree, bomb arrows nocked and ready to shoot. Time seemed to slow down as the Champion shot three of them at once, eyes locking with Sky’s and widening at the sight.

There was barely any time for the Skyloftian to react before heat was billowing out toward him, slamming him backward with surprising force. His head hit the ground, causing spots to dance in his vision.

“-y! Sky!” Wild was standing nearby, yelling his name nervously. The Champion grunted, sharp sounds of clashing swords ringing in Sky’s ears. He blinked dazedly, holding a hand to his head as he slowly sat up. Everything was blurry, but he could make out the form of Wild fighting some tall blue thing. It was taken down quickly as Wild ran to his side, coming into focus as he got closer.

“Sky!” Wild exclaimed, hands hovering over him helplessly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think… you weren’t meant to be there! You weren’t meant to get hurt! I assumed you were over with the others, and then I saw you and it was too late and-”

“Wild,” Sky murmured, shaking his head. It made the world spin around him, so the knight closed his eyes with a grimace. “It’s okay. I’m fine, just a little banged up.”

The Champion wasn’t convinced. “But-”

“Is everyone else okay?” Sky interrupted, cutting Wild off before he could spiral.

Wild paused, nodding. “...I think so. A couple of them are still fighting, um…” He paused, presumably to take a look back at the rest of their group. “‘Rulie’s healing Four, but it doesn’t seem too serious.” He turned back, fingers twitching as he wrung his hands anxiously. “Are you okay? I’m really sorry.”

“I’m alright,” Sky assured. “Nothing a bit of healing can’t fix.” Then, as an afterthought: “...and maybe a nap.”

Wild’s bark-like laugh was sharp and more relieved than actually amused, but it seemed to be enough. “We can do that. Actually, I think…” He grabbed his slate, tapping around to produce a bottle full of red liquid. “Here. It’s not a red potion, but… it should help.”

Sky smiled, accepting the bottle. He drank a little over half of it, sighing as his vision cleared up and his ears stopped ringing. “Much better. Thanks.”

The Champion waved his hands in an “X” pattern, shaking his head vigorously. “No, no, you shouldn’t be thanking me… I’m the reason you got hurt in the first place.”

The Skyloftian shrugged. “Well, you didn’t know. It’s not like you saw me and decided to shoot anyway.”

“Well-” Wild faltered, brows furrowing. “Yeah, but-”

“That’s all that matters.” Sky held his hand up. “I’m okay, you’re okay, and most of the monsters are dead.”

“...I’ll be more careful next time, I promise,” the Champion mumbled, offering a hand.

Sky chuckled, letting himself get pulled to his feet. “That would be appreciated.” He smiled. “But don’t worry about it, okay? It’s in the past now.”

Wild cracked the smallest smile, nodding. “...Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

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[rosiegardenlove]

The Blade and The Bat

Alternate title; Twinkle Twinkle, little bat. How I wonder, where you’re at. Hoo boi first time sharing writing to more than one person... Be kind to me please It had only been a few hours after landing on the battle torn Dyna Star. Dark Matter Bladesman’s unit had been whittled down to just himself after crossing paths with one of Nightmare’s more wild monsters. 

Sure, Nightmare and dark matter had an alliance while dealing with GSA, but it was flimsy at best and nonexistent at worst. But it wasn’t a terrible situation, at least as far as the Bladesman was concerned. Finally a moment of peace to himself, some down time for a soldier of his rank was rare. 

With a quiet sigh he took off his metal visor, taking in the silence of the battlefield. It was nice to not have to deal with a small band of minor soldiers. Especially with these new… conflicting thoughts in his head. It’d be a death sentence if anyone found out he was given emotions, out of all the dark matter that had ever been created, one of Zero’s top knights being granted them would cause a fury in their ranks. 

So now that he was alone it was the perfect time to get a burst of them out of his system. At least enough to last him a while.

“This is pathetic… I am Dark Matter. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. I shouldn’t feel at all…” he spoke to the wind, staring into the distance as he thought. A new feeling started to bubble in his chest, it burned and he didn’t like it. 

He summoned his sword and aimed his anger towards a forlorn fallen tree near the forest line. After only a few raged filled moments the timber was reduced to finely chopped firewood. The blade huffed and puffed as the anger passed, his sword disappearing as he looked at his mayhem. He wordlessly put back on his visor and prepared to return back to his master. But something had caught his attention.

From a distance he had heard a monster’s roar, it sounded a bit close. He thought for a moment before deciding to see what was going on. Keeping to the forest for cover he followed the monster’s calls, it sounded like it was fighting something. Maybe a actual fight would help clear his mind of these emotions.

It wasn’t long before he was faced with the back of a hulking demon beast, a matted pitch black mane hung over its head as its clawed paws swung endlessly at its opponent. The Bladesman tried getting a better look but it didn’t take long to figure out who it was fighting. As a glittering golden sword just barely grazed his face and landing blade first within the earth. It’s ruby studded hilt burning against the forest green. 

“Galaxia…” he muttered, only one knight could wield a blade of her power. His head snapped back to the demon beast, now standing before it was Meta Knight himself, his wings on display as he struggled to stand firm. The beast didn’t hesitate to continue its assault, easily beating down the knight like a cat with a toy.

Watching it unfold, something snapped within Bladesman, he knew this wasn’t right, it was burning at him to stop it. A voice inside of him screaming to do something, his vision grew blurry as his energy began to pool. All he had to do was pull the trigger. Seeing the rival knight’s mask partially crumble, seeing the fear in his exposed eye was all it took. The Blade’s mind tuning everything out as he cast his dark plasma at the demon beast.

The creature wailed in pain as the dark lightning crackled throughout its body. Meta Knight watched in cautiousness as a darkened figure jumped from behind and landed in front of him. His blood running cold at realizing it was the Dark Matter Bladesman. His cape billowing as his sword swirled into existence, he scooted back as his wings spread out in case of escape. But the dark matter didn’t face him, it stared down the monster as it reeled from the shock.

Another roar rang out as the monster targeted the Blade, but it pales compared to his training. The Blade was merciless as he attacked, slicing and stabbing at the beast. And with one final slash scaling its whole form, the beast fell in two before exploding in a shower of static.

The clearing was quiet in the aftermath, the only noise was the breathing of the knights, the quiet broke when Meta Knight winced in pain, causing The Blade to turn and face him. Meta was holding his arm and Blade could see his glove start to turn a faint red.

“You’re hurt…” Blade muttered, lowering himself to the ground. Meta grumbled and scooted away again. “And why would you care?” he snapped back, this wasn’t a good start. Blade fell quiet, how should he handle this? He backed away from the knight and dipped into the woods, picking up some of his wayward firewood and staring at Galaxia. Using his own sword he carefully looped it under one of its side blades to pull it out.

It was a strange sight to say the least. A dark matter holding another knight's sword at arms length like it would burn him at the slightest touch, to which he was right, a burn would be getting off easy. But the knight knew better.

Blade tossed Galaxia towards the wounded knight while letting his own disperse, Meta Knight looked at him like he had just grown a second eye. Seeing this better off swordsman, one that had just taken out a demon beast by himself, passing the control to him and simply set up a fire was extremely odd.

Meta reached for his sword, flinching a slight bit at the sight of his now bloody glove, but he kept quiet even when he saw the Blade using his dark plasma to light the wood. The dark matter sat silently, looking like his thoughts were lost in the flickering flames.“...Why did you help me?” Meta asked, studying him as he thought over his answer.

“Didn’t feel right to not too.” he replied softly, he didn’t look Meta Knight in the eyes after that. Another moment of stunned silence. “But I thought that was-” “Impossible? I thought so too, but here we are.” they spoke, Meta took it in, a defective dark matter. That would explain why he was saved.

Blade was picking at his cape when he saw that Meta uncovered his wound, so in another odd turn, he ripped a chunk of his cape off and tossed the cloth to his side. “Better cover that while waiting for your allies.” he offered, Meta quirked a brow. “How do you know they’re coming?” 

“You think they aren’t?” The Blade quipped back, relaxing a bit seeing Meta Knight take the cloth and tend his wound. “I’ll stick around until they do.” he added, taking off his visor as another sign of trust. Meta couldn’t help but test the waters a little further.

“So… How long have you been… Feeling like this?” he probed, finally getting the dark matter to look at him. He looked nervous, almost as if him even answering would get him in trouble. 

“A… A while… I’ve managed to keep it hidden, but I don’t think I can go back to that. Not after this” The Blade replied, a weight seemingly taking over him. “If Lord Zero were to learn of this…” he couldn’t even finish the thought, “You’re lucky. Star Warrior… You don’t have to deal with this.” he added, looking to the sky and spotting a streak of light. 

He got up and put his visor back on. “Your friends are here. I’ll be leaving you to them.” he muttered, giving the knight a bow before turning to leave. Meta got to his feet, 

“Wait. Bladesman.” he called, causing the former to pause. “Will… Will we ever meet like this again?” he asked, wincing at his injury. 

“Who knows… But if we do, it’ll just be the two of us” Blade finished, not sparing another glance as he floated off into the wilderness.

[drades-lair]

Lost territories and New relationships

fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing: Criminale

Running a mob was a rough business meaning sometimes you needed to get your hands dirty even if you’re the boss. Crimson prided himself on owning over half of Greed however sometimes rival gangs thought they could sneak into his territory to slowly take it over, a common strategy where in the gang slowly takes over the businesses while moving into the buildings around the area eventually spreading like roaches till by the time the mob boss learns of it, they’ve already basically taken over the area entirely. Unfortunately for the rivals in Greed, Crimson was far too vigilant of his territories for this age-old strategy to work, literally after only three businesses fell to the rival gang Crim was all over them like a dirty shirt. The intention was to either get the rivals to simply leave or perhaps if things went well, they might join Crimson in favor of loosing their lives but on the flip side they may also simply choose to fight which would inevitably lead to their deaths in the boss’ mind. Talking was going well for the first few moments unluckily the group decided they’d rather risk death by Crimson’s hands then going back to their original employer with the news they’d turned tail and lost the territory. Gun fire filled the streets as more low life’s sprung from the alleyways clearly sent to keep an eye on the groups that had already taken over revealing why they’d been reluctant to sell out to Crimson who was eventually forced to flee the field.

Alessio called for a pickup as they crouched behind a brick building, Ale reloading the tommy gun he’d been using. Crimson cursed under his breath at the way this had gone, not only was he loosing manpower but the rival group at this point basically owned this part of town meaning he’d lost the territory. A black armored car pulled up a short distance away prompting Ale to start shooting again as a distraction to get Crimson to the car, backing up slowly with Crimson behind him. Once at the vehicle Alessio opened the door practically shoving Crimson inside causing the imp to yelp in surprise, looking over his shoulder on his hands and knees with an aggravated look on his features that swiftly shifted when the mobster realized his trusted bodyguard wasn’t getting in the vehicle with him. Scrambling around Crimson reached out with a shout that could have been Alessio’s name if it hadn’t been cut off by the shark slamming the door closed followed by a swift kick to the vehicle’s side panel telling the driver to take off. Ale watched as the armored car disappeared through the winding streets of Greed with a relieved expression on his features, taking a deep breath the shark turned around to find five rival gang members rushing towards him with various weapons in hand.

…

Night soon fell causing a grimy green hue to fall over Greed like moss growing on a log, Ale fell to one knee panting heavily, jacket long discarded leaving his torn dirty red button-down clinging to his slender sweat coated form. Alessio’s pants were in no better shape with tares in the regal fabric while dirt and blood stained the shark from head to toe, some was the enemies, but some was his. Weapons were strewn about the ground amongst the bodies of those Alessio had slain unfortunately he was tapped out on stamina and as a set of shadows appeared on the ground from behind him, the shark prepared for the worst when something hit the back of his head followed by a dull aching pain as his vision plunged into blackness right before he met the ground.

Surprise was Alessio’s first reaction when the world slowly started coming back into view as he’d expected to meet his maker right there in that grimy ally. A dull thrumming pain was constantly running through his head like waves on the ocean of Envy causing his blurry vision to take longer to come fully clear however when it did Ale could see he was in some junk covered area, his arms tied to a massive tree behind his back. Lightly shaking his head Alessio tried to move his tail revealing it was also tied to the tree glancing down the shark noted he was sitting on the ground with his ankles tied together. Looking up three figures stepped out from behind some junk piles brandishing a couple guns as well as a knife, moving slowly towards Ale who took in their features with a judgemental eye. The group were hybrids of shark demons and Envy’s serpent like demons giving them a variety of unique features such as fish frills, bluish hues, iridescent markings, and whip like tails.

“Finally, he’s awake,” The middle hybrid crooned holding a knife in his hand.

“What are we gonna do with him?” The right hybrid asked with a wide smirk.

“Easy, we’re gonna make an example of him,” The middle hybrid answered crouching down to press the tip of the knife to Ale’s throat just below his jaw on the right-hand side.

“Ooh, this is gonna be fun!” The Left hybrid giddily exclaimed.

Ale stared coldly at the three only to wince as the middle hybrid swiped the blade’s tip across the shark’s cheek. The hybrid’s hand grasped Ale’s chin harshly forcing the shark to look at him when he felt the white-hot pain of the blade being slammed into his thigh wrenching a scream from Alessio’s chest that faded to a pained groan.

“Oh yes…so much fun,” The middle hybrid whispered menacingly inches from Alessio’s face.

…

Ale wasn’t sure how much time had passed nor how many times he’d blacked out only to wake up again from agonizing pain. This time Ale awoke from the cooling breeze that carried the scent of rain, moaning slightly his eyes struggled to focus as sharp pain returned to the forefront of his mind, he choked on something filling his mouth, spitting it onto the ground revealing the blackish blue familiar fluid that was his blood. Alessio tried to sit up a little only to yelp as pain shot through his torso forcing him to remain hunched over, yet he managed to look up just enough to see the three hybrids sitting nearby clearly taking a breather from torturing him. Now Ale may have accepted death as his fate after all he did serve in a mafia but that didn’t mean he was just going to give up, glancing around he spotted a glass shard nearby, he also noted the roughness of the bark on the tree behind him. Watching the group carefully Ale started rubbing his wrists against the tree’s rough surface, wincing at the pain that started piercing through them as the bark started cutting into the shark’s skin, yet he kept going because not only was it cutting his skin…it was also slicing through the ropes.

Eventually the group finished their break much to Ale’s dismay as he’d not yet managed to cut through the ropes on his wrists, but he could feel the warmth of blood against his back where they were. The group were delighted to see Alessio awake again, excited to continue torturing him when gunfire caught everyone including Alessio by surprise. A group of sharks came running into the clearing firing at the group of three managing to hit two of the hybrids while the middle one recoiled with a series of curses, scrambling to hide behind the tree Ale was tied to. In an instant Ale managed to finish freeing his hands, heaving himself to the side with an outstretched hand that he wrapped around the hybrid’s ankle causing him to trip sending him face first into the ground. Ale gritted his teeth against the agonizing pain that lashed through his body to grab the glass shard from nearby, cutting the ropes around his ankles as well as the one that held his tail to the tree promptly freeing himself. Alessio tried to stand up only to fall again from the agony he felt, he didn’t know what injuries he’d incurred from these assholes however it was clear they’d done some serious damage, the feeling of warm blood starting to coat numerous parts of his body confirming this fact. The hybrid growled angrily at Alessio for having tripped him, crawling towards the shark with his blade in hand ready to end Ale’s miserable life, the shark slashed at the hybrid using the piece of glass he’d picked up only to have it knocked away. Light glinted off the hybrid’s blade upon him raising it over his head when a gunshot rang out and it was like time froze, the hybrid’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as a trickle of blood flowed from a fresh bullet wound in his forehead while the back of his head had a gaping wound that had spewed blood like a fountain. Slowly the hybrid’s body slumped to the side, rain beginning to fall causing mud to form on the ground creating a wet plopping sound when the hybrid’s body finally hit it. Ale shoved the body off himself as he flopped onto his side with a pained groan, glancing up to see none other then Crimson standing a short distance away still holding the pistol he’d just used to shoot the hybrid with.

Ale thought he was dreaming for a moment after all why would Crimson be here? Why would Crimson have risked his life to come get him? These were questions Ale desperately wanted to ask unfortunately the agonizing pain returned with vengeance as his adrenaline wore off causing a pained cry to escape the shark unintentionally while darkness started swiftly seeping around his vision like the way his blood was quickly seeping onto the ground guided by the rain. The world sounded like when he was under water, muddled and dull as flashes of Crimson running towards him clearly shouting something that he couldn’t make out played between blinks till finally everything faded into that peaceful darkness once again.

Things were unclear from the moment Ale succumbed to the peace of unconsciousness, occasionally waking slightly to the feeling of painful movement, one moment he was vaguely aware of being in a vehicle, was his head on someone’s lap? Either way he couldn’t remain conscious for long during any of these moments. Ale’s next memories were of pain so terrible it defied explanation, blurry figures silhouette by a bright light that he could vaguely recognize as the one in the dining room of the Nolastname mansion. The shark was also vaguely aware that he was screaming however he wasn’t entirely certain on that as everything still sounded as if he were underwater and yet at one point during the chaos his gaze fell on a figure in a doorway off to the right that looked oddly like crimson reigniting Ale’s confusion from previous, why was he here? Why would Crimson save him? Once more these questions would need to wait as the world plunged back into the ebony abyss. 

…

Confused surprise enveloped Ale’s mind for a second time as he slowly felt himself returning to the physical world. Taking a moment to focus on the sensations bombarding his not yet fully conscious mind Ale kept his eyes closed also his head was pounding and even the small dim light seeping through his eyelids was causing discomfort. Alessio could feel the familiar softness of a bed beneath his body, a pillow under his head as well as blankets lightly draped over him then the pain started to rip through every sense he had although it had subsided it was still sharp, coming in waves that faded into dull agony before reigniting all over again. Groaning Ale finally blinked open his eyes to the very familiar ceiling of his bedroom in the Nolastname mansion, there was a distinct water mark that left no doubt about it, was he dreaming? Shifting his head to the right just a little he saw the bedside light he kept on the side table casting a soft yellow glow over the room…his room. A tube laying on the bed caught Alessio’s attention causing him to follow to his right hand then back the other way revealing an IV bag hung on a pole that sat just behind the bedside table which had been moved slightly farther away from the bed to accommodate it. Mind clearing slowly Ale was going to look around a little more when the sound of the bedroom door creaking open interrupted his train of thought immediately snapping his attention in that direction. Another familiar sight greeted Ale, Crimson’s short form stood in the doorway silhouetted by the light from the hallway behind him, carrying a glass of water in one hand.

“Ale?” Crimson’s voice quietly questioned.

“S-Sir…ugh!” Alessio’s voice cracked, throat dry as the pain amped up from him barely moving.

“Ale! Don’t fuckin’ move you dumbass!” Crimson’s tone was so foreign to Alessio, he’d heard concern in Crimson’s tone before just not to this degree and certainly not for him.

“Sir…I-I…don’t understand…” Ale managed to croak out, Crimson’s one hand resting on the shark’s arm as he placed the glass of water on the nightstand.

“You nearly died! That’s all you need to understand. Now here, try to drink some water,” Crimson stated gesturing to the glass.

“Alright,” Ale quietly agreed, reaching out to grab the glass with a shaking hand.

“Sheesh, let me,” Crimson groused, swatting Ale’s hand away from the glass before trotting over to grab a stool that Ale was positive wasn’t in the room last, he left. Climbing onto the stool Crimson grabbed the glass off the nightstand, passing it to his opposite hand so he could slide his arm behind Ale’s shoulders to gently ease him forwards. Alessio grunted in pain, lips pressing to the glass allowing him to sip the water inside till the pain overwhelmed his ability to stay in that position any longer. Crimson settled Ale back down then placed the glass back on the side table, a soft expression of concern settling on his features.

“Nearly died, huh. I should have died,” Alessio commented, staring at the ceiling to distract himself from the pain ravaging his body. Originally Ale thought he was wearing clothing however he was now aware that what he was feeling were bandages wrapped around his body in various locations.

“What are you talking about? I’m pissed at you for just shoving me in that car then playing some fucking hero bullshit! And you can’t die when I’m pissed at you because I need to be able to tell you off,” Crimson nonchalantly explained not looking at Alessio as he did so instead busily making certain things were in order.

Ale wasn’t certain how to respond to that, staring for a few minutes in disbelief at Crimson before starting to look around the room awkwardly. Another IV was set up on the left side of the bed containing blood that led to Ale’s left hand, finally he glanced down at his battered body mostly wrapped in bloody bandages however the little bits of skin that were showing had a sickly pale hue to them. Curling his lip up in a silent snarl Ale averted his eyes from the sight, irritation rising in his gut at taking such a beating from those low life thugs.

“I need ta change your bandages, I’ll be back,” Crimson commented after a long string of silence between them.

Alessio watched as Crimson left the room, mind swimming with confused questions not to mention feelings that weren’t unwelcomed just he didn’t understand them. A short time later Crimson returned carrying a bag on one arm and a tray in his hands with a variety of objects on its surface mostly consisting of jars. Crimson set the tray on the bedside table allowing him to put the bag on the table next to it revealing it was full of bandages, the imp rolled up the sleeves of his red long-sleeved shirt having not had his jacket on since entering Ale’s room. Alessio remained silent as Crimson grabbed a pair of scissors from the tray then climbed on the stool beside the bed once more, pulling down the blankets to expose Ale’s torso allowing Crimson to start cutting off the bandages wrapped around it. Turning his head to the left Ale winced with a soft groan as his wounds panged from being fiddled with, Crimson looking up at the shark with what could have been a small amount of sympathy hidden behind his flat expression as he tended the ugly wounds that were being revealed bit by bit. By the time Crimson had finished rewrapping Ale’s bandages on his legs the shark was panting softly with his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his hands fisted into the sheets to either side of his body. Seeing the state Ale was in Crimson released a sigh, covering the shark back up before heading back out of the room briefly then returning with a cloth in hand. Climbing back up on the stool he gently pressed the cool cloth to Ale’s face drawing his gaze towards the imp as he tried to compose himself, uncomfortable with Crimson seeing him in such a weakened, sorry state.

“W-why didn’t you just let the doctors treat me?” Alessio wondered, voice shuddering slightly.

"Humph, those fools are barely competent. I only let them patch you up because I didn’t have enough knowledge to do it myself,” Crimson huffed once again giving a nonchalant explanation as he patted the cool cloth around Alessio’s face.

“Oh, I see…” Alessio commented feeling himself getting tired.

“Get some rest you idiot, I’ll keep checking on you,” Crimson instructed with another huff, climbing off his stool to gather the items he’d been using and leaving the room just as Alessio was falling asleep.

…

Alessio felt as though his suffering would never end as days bled into weeks with little in the way of progress as far as his injuries were concerned. Frustrated with his inability to do anything Alessio decided to get up even if he could simply get to the chair across the room that would be something. Gingerly the shark managed to get himself into a sitting position even got his legs over the edge of the bed with relative ease, using the bedside table Ale started to push up from the bed feeling his legs shake underneath him as pain quickly shot through them at lightning speed. Luckily the IV with the blood transfusion in it had been disconnected a couple days ago because the moment Alessio tried to stand on his own the shark’s legs gave out sending him straight to the floor. Apparently Crimson had been making his way to Alessio’s room because a few moments later the imp opened the door to find Ale struggling to get back up, kneeling with his arms on the bed’s edge as he groaned in pain and fresh blood stained some of his bandages.

“Shit! Ale! What the fuck do you think your doing?” Crimson demanded hurrying to Ale’s side, swiftly discovering that he couldn’t help the shark back up. Crimson ran out of the room shouting for one of the doctors that were employed by the mob, a tall slender shark who hurried past the imp into the room straight to Alessio. Ale yelped as the other shark helped him back into bed, Ale’s body shaking from the waves of intense pain washing over him as he panted.

“Why did you try that?” Crimson demanded, getting up next to Ale on the opposite side the doctor was on, currently trying to treat the freshly opened wounds on Ale’s body.

“I-I’m sorry…sir…I’m just tired…of being useless…” Alessio admitted in a moment of weakness brought on by his pain filled state of mind.

“You fucking dumbass! You’re not useless, you’re injured. You need to rest,” Crimson irritably barked, brow furrowed in concern.

“B-but…sir…” Ale began.

“Enough with the sir shit, you know my name,” Crimson insisted catching Alessio off guard.

Silence fell over the room as the doctor managed to get Alessio patched back up after a few minutes and had given the shark an extra dose of Morphine to help ease his pain. Ale was a little surprised at how much Crimson fussed over him once the doctor had left more so when the imp took a seat across the room in the high-back chair to make certain he stayed put this time around.  

…

Three long months later Alessio was finally healed or mostly healed, he stood in front of the standing mirror in his bedroom in a pair of cotton pajama pants staring at his exposed torso. Gingerly Ale’s fingers ghosted over his new scars with a firm frown seated on his features when Crimson entered the room.

“Here’s your new suit, hopefully it fits because that guy I ordered it from was a complete idiot,” Crimson stated carrying a large garment bag over to the bed.

“That’s great, thank you Crimson,” Ale acknowledged, turning around.

“At least your able to stand up again,” Crimson scoffed a laugh as he placed the garment bag on the bed.

“Yeah, I don’t feel completely useless anymore,” Alessio agreed.

“How many fucking times I gotta tell you that you’re not useless, Ale,” Crimson insisted with an eyeroll.

“I’m sorry Crimson, I can’t help it. My job is to protect you and get you everything you need on daily basis,” Alessio explained.

“Humph, you make it sound like I can’t take care of myself,” Crimson scoffed with a dismissive wave.

“Not at all, but it is why you keep me around,” Ale added, running his hands along the garment bag on the bed.

“Huh? That’s not the only reason…” Crimson trailed off with a confused look on his features.

“Oh? Then why else?” Alessio wondered taking his turn to look confused.

“Well…unlike the other mooks I actually enjoy your company,” Crimson retorted with a smirk.

Ale inhaled sharply as heat rose in his cheeks causing him to look away to avoid Crimson seeing the obvious blush creeping across his face.

“Um, that’s good to know…anyways would you mind giving me a moment to change,” Ale coughed slightly.

“Ha-ha, always such a prude. Alright, get changed then meet me downstairs, we’ve got a lot of work ta do if we’re going to get that stolen territory back,” Crimson heartily laughed as he headed out the bedroom door promptly allowing Alessio to change with a smirk on his face.          

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Yasutora Sado (Bleach) - Oneshot

Discovering unnatural abilities was one thing.

Mastering them was another.

In a lot of ways you always felt like something was off. You saw too much that didn't make sense in the world. For a while you were able to ignore it. That was until you saw people in the sky fighting masked monsters. At some point it all became too real. That's when you decided that whether you liked it or not, you needed to be able to protect yourself.

That's why you started off small. Regular training exercises. Runs, weights. Natural and normal activities to prepare yourself. At some point you realized that nothing about you was natural or normal. You'd stopped working out at gyms because of the attention you gained when you would lift heavier weights, or run at faster speeds than should have been possible.

In the span of a year, you were somehow able to teleport yourself from one point to another. It occurred for the first time when you were running late for a class. After that, you seem to get better at it. Quicker. Move further.

Your abilities were growing and it's clear you got reckless. Because you were now actively falling from a height you never thought possible. Your face was getting beaten by the wind.

"I'm...falling...too fast."

You tried using your hands to slow yourself for even a second so you could gather your thoughts and focus on making another calculated jump. But you were panicking, falling from what felt like frightening heights. Your hands had done the opposite. Your body shifted in the air, and now you were spiraling. Chaotic flips in the air.

"I..can't..breathe.."

Your vision was getting blurry. You could feel your consciousness slipping.

Head lolling forward, you were about to pass out, but something grabbed you. Your body jolted and you gasped, looking up at the arm that was definitely not human. Yet the body of this person was. Your eyes shifted, and the man that held you protectively, jumping to the top of a building stunned you. Your heart was still going faster than it's ever been. You just gape.

"Y-Yasutora Sado!!"

Yeah, you must have died.

~~~~~~

"I-I'm sorry about before."

It took a while for you to collect yourself.

"You were surprised, I understand."

His voice is pretty much what you would imagine. Deep and a bit aloof. His entire demeanor gives off unbothered.

Your eyes are fixated on his arm.

"I couldn't have imagined it. His arm was different."

It was literally a different color, with armor that you'd never witnessed before. For a moment you assumed it was protective equipment. But it reverted back after he'd placed you safely on the street, so you knew it wasn't some television stunt.

"You're just like me."

His statement is one you've been working yourself up to.

You're both sitting at a basketball court. He'd landed to the closest place he could. It was clear that you needed time. So right now it was just the both of you watching bodies walk by in the distance.

You lower your head.

"For the longest time I thought I was the only one." You let out a soft laugh, but he can sense the small hint of sadness mixed in with fear.

"There's a lot more of us than you realize."

You aren't sure why you feel so relieved hearing that.

"Were you attacked?"

You shake your head.

"I-I was trying to train myself. I got careless."

You look down at your hands. There's a small tremble, and you push them into your pockets in hopes that he won't notice.

Sado glances at you from the side.

"She's scared."

He knew how terrifying it could be not understanding your own strength. He'd gone so long restricting himself because he was always afraid he would hurt someone. He's not aware of what your reasons are, but he wants to help.

" I can train you."

You don't react, not at first. For a moment he thinks you don't hear him. But then you turn.

"Eh? EHHHHH!!"

This can't be happening. Did he really just offer to train you?

"You can't train on your own, you don't understand your own strength. You can't go to professionals because they won't understand. I can train you. I can help you understand your power."

His face reveals no emotion. A part of you briefly thinks this is still an illusion. Because he is offering your lessons. This wasn't just any person either. Yasutora Sado. The famous boxer. You'd lost count on how many matches you'd seen the guy win. It was extraordinary. Inspiring even.

"A-Are you sure?"

He nods.

"I'm sure."

You can't help but smile. Everything about this man is intimidating. Even sitting his frame sort of casts over you. His expression is unreadable but his words are sincere.

"Thank you."

This is not just for the lessons, but the save. You bow your head, and he sees the way your hair cast over your eyes as a manner to shield your vulnerabilities. Sado reaches out, and when you place his hand on the top of your head, you look up.

"You're not alone."

It's possibly what you need to hear at that moment. You smile, because even his hand is large. It partially covers the side of your head. You laugh this time, wearing the biggest smile.

[bisexualeliotspencer]

Welcome back to Hardison's fashion corner, today's installment:

Hardison and the war on his teams' fashion "choices"

(This was an idea spawned from @ishouldprobablychangemyusername and I discussing Nate's terrible hats and devolving into Eliots terrible glasses)

The entire team are aware of Nates terrible hat choices.

Hardison hates them, but because it's Nate, he ets it slide. Sometimes the terrible choices help them out in a con after all

As a joke, Hardison begins to add more stupid hats to the collection and the rest of the team take bets on how long before he notices or caves and refuses to wear the latest monstrosity

But the thing is, Nate isn't the only one with a signature accessory

Eliot's glasses.

Eliot's Goddamn Glasses.

Hardison hates them with a passion

He decides to run the opposite strategy than the hats

He enlists Parker for the heist of her life, stealing all the pairs of Eliot's glasses she can find so that Hardison can replace them with far chic-er models. (Sophie helps with the shopping)

And yet

AND YET

Despite the meddling, he still manages to whip out some godawful 90's cop show abomination of a pair

"How are there LESS rims???"

What they don't know is that Eliot once took down a gang who were using prescription glasses as a front in the 90's and so he now has a crate full of them in a storage locker

He has no intention of stopping and is fully aware of the spy vs spy tactics going on around him

Parker just enjoys the thrill of stealing around Eliot "observant to a fault" Spencer. (Eliot is secretly very impressed)

Eliot finds out where Parker keeps the stolen glasses stash and starts stealing them back causing hardison to go insane figuring out how he’s wearing pairs he knows for a fact Parker stole last week

Hardison sets up intricate security systems around the stash that only he or Parker could bypass to try and catch him in the act, but Eliot knows when he's been burned and turns to alternate sources

Ebay

He starts bidding on identical pairs of glasses to the stolen stash even if they don't match his presecription just to fuck with Hardison (Petty)

After Parker get's bored of thwarting Eliot, he ends up recruiting her to join him in wearing shitty glasses to team briefings

Hardison almost cries and calls in Sophie

She turns up to the meeting wearing yellow tinted atrocities and Hardison actually loses his mind. Full catatonic for several minutes

Nate has to ban all glasses outside of cons just to try and regain the peace

Eliot: You know I actually need these to see right? Nate: Stop messing with Hardison then Eliot: *grumbles and goes back to squinting at the screen*

Peace settles for almost a week

Then a devestating blow

Nate shows up wearing Gucci shades

Hardison goes MIA for three weeks

Parker and Eliot get worried because this is the longest Hardisons ever been off grid. They can't even apologise cause that boy is damn good at hiding when he wants to

Sophie: you broke him Nate. All of you broke Hardison. Eliot: Hey you joined in too! Sophie: Yes, and?

When Hardison returns, he's wearing a baby blue stetson and matching blue tinted aviators and refuses to take them off

Eliot grabs the hat off his head at one point

only to reveal a smaller, glittery blue stetson beneath it

Eliot contemplates everything that led him to this moment

(Parker was the one who gave Hardison the mini stetson)

[iyumeu]

spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

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The Nightmares - The Aftermath Series

The physical scars have been healed, but the mental ones are taking a bit longer. Especially when MK continually has nightmares, dreaming about if the plan hadn't worked.

He could deal with it! ...Maybe.

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid     Rating: General Audience     Relationships: Shadowpeach, MK&SunWukong, MK&Macaque Warnings/Additional Tags: Nightmares are not fun, Possessed kid has a name, Not sure if it’s the right one but it’s what we’re going with, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Shadowpeach

It all fell apart so quickly. 

 Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, and Redson had been captured when the first three weren’t able to stop the shadow spirits of the spider demons. Which led to Redson unable to free Mei from her crystal prison. Where they were, MK wasn’t sure. Only knew of this loss when the giant mech started wielding two large, red flamed swords. 

 The panic only grew when the ground MK was standing on shook. Turning to find Wukong, fully possessed with eyes glowing an eerie blue focused on the teen, standing imposingly. With Macaque held in hand by his throat, the black furred monkey clearly broken and unmoving. MK wincing when said monkey was tossed forward. Landing a few feet away from the shocked teen. 

 “What a pitiful attempt. I did warn you child, the Monkey King couldn’t stop me. So what made you think you could? A scared child carrying a title that shouldn’t belong to him. How sad.” Lady Bone Demon’s voice seemed to come from everywhere, echoing in MK’s head. But matter how hard the teen searched, he couldn’t see her. “Don’t fret, I’ll make your end quick… Not by my hands though.”

 A wind rushed past the teen and, facing forward once more, MK’s felt fear encompassing him. Wukong was now mere inches away. Having covered the distance between them easily. 

 “Monkey Ki-” MK’s voice was cut off when a hand was wrapped around his throat. Hands reaching up to claw desperately at the arm that started to lift him up. Legs now reach out to kick Wukong away. Which amounted to nothing as the golden monkey was stoic as he stared the teen down. Who gasped and weezed as MK tried to get air into his lungs. “P-Please…”

 “I told you child. These selfless actions will lead to nothing but pain.”

  MK woke with a hard gasp. Sucking in air greedily as he sat up. Mind swimming with fear and grogginess as a hand reached up to touch his neck. There was nothing there, but he could still feel the pressure. The fingers and claws digging into his skin.

 Blurry vision made MK realize that he had started crying. The teen reached up to desperately wipe the tears away, which amounted to nothing as more followed. Until he was burying his face into his pillow to quiet his sobs. He really didn’t need Pigsy or Tang rushing up here. They were already on pins and needles making sure MK was recovering well, physically and mentally. And MK really didn’t want that kind of attention on him. They had enough to worry about, their own fears and worries to work on. 

 MK could handle this on his own. At least, that’s what he’d liked to tell himself. But if the tear soaked pillow case and weight of exhaustion were any indications, MK wasn’t doing well. 

 Sniffing weakly and rubbing his face, MK decided it was time to get up. His movements were slow as he went through this normal morning routine. Head pounding, wanting to fall asleep but not wanting to have that nightmare again. Now uncomfortably dry eyes moved over to the window. Showing the numerous construction machines currently being used by the city to repair itself. It had only been a few days since Lady Bone Demon had been defeated and there were still plenty of open wounds. The crowded streets even more so with the large equipment that congested the road. All of it was an attempt to get back to normal as quickly as possible. 

 MK just wished he could reach a semblance of peace before attempting normal. Five minutes before 9:00 and the teen was heading downstairs. The noodle shop already had a large line outside the front door. Pigsy’s cooking was in full swing as he prepared for the day's orders. Tang was already sitting at the bar. A plate of dumplings resting before the human as he wrote in a new notebook. 

 “Ah, good morning MK,” Tang called out upon seeing the teen, “Sleep well?”

 MK held himself back from wincing as the dream flashed in his mind. “Uh, yeah, I slept great. Ready to face the day!”

 “Good to hear, because I already have a number of orders for you to deliver.” Pigsy said from the stove. Turning down the heat and wiping his brow as he faced the teen. “I know you’re planning on seeing Monkey King today. But we’re gonna be busy for a while.”

 “It’s okay. He’s not expecting me until later today. More than enough time to help!” MK’s smile faltered upon noticing the hard look his boss was now giving him. “Um…what’s up?”

 “Kid, have you been sleeping okay?” 

 “Uh- yeah! W-Why do you ask?” 

 “You’re looking a little pale. Those are some nasty bruises under your eyes too. Anything you want to talk about?”

 “Nope! Unless it’s a discussion about all those orders that need to be delivered! I’ll get on those now, don’t wait up!” MK knew everything sounded forced, wincing at the volume his voice reached as he grabbed the bags before leaving. Trying not to notice the concerned looks that Pigsy and Tang shared. 

 The cart was soon packed up and MK was heading out. A deep breath leaving him as he relaxed.

 He really didn’t need them to worry. He had a handle on this.

 Breathe in. Breathe out. Move on.

 The morning and early afternoon, it was business as usual. MK driving around the healing city easily, darting around the numerous machines and cars with no problems. Every time he arrived back at the shop, he had more bags to pick up. Barely having time for a breather before MK was out the door once more. He even ate his own lunch quickly before he had to leave. When the later afternoon/early evening started to roll around, the orders started to dwindle. Eventually, Pigsy announced that MK only had to go out one more time before finishing up. 

 MK smiled softly as he traveled through the city once more. Even though he still felt tired, the dream was far from his mind. Feeling at peace as he looked towards the horizon where the sun was barely starting to sink below it. Thinking that maybe tonight would be the night he slept. Either peacefully or completely passed out, he’d take it. Returning to the shop, MK started humming the song that had been stuck in his head for the past hour as he turned off the cart. Making his way up the front entrance slowly before bursting into the restaurant. 

 “Pigsy, I’m ba-” MK felt his throat close upon seeing a newcomer at the counter. 

 Bai Mingwei, school bag resting at her feet and eating a bowl of noodles, looked over when MK walked in. Eyes widening with glee upon seeing the teen. It wasn’t uncommon to see the girl in the shop as she’d been able to create a bond with the small family that had saved her from possession. Coming around to the shop after her school let out to connect further with her newest friends. MK had seen her plenty of times.

 So there was no reason for him to suddenly tense up. Heart racing as he felt an unwanted chill settle in him. His mind screamed that he needed to run, get out! Lady Bone Demon was right there- why wasn’t he moving!

 “Kid? Kid! Breathe kid, what’s going on with you?” Pigsy’s voice broke through the panicked fog, a hand landing on MK’s shoulder. 

 The teen stumbled away from the touch, running into the door frame. Wide eyes darting around caught the worried/panicked looks that were being returned to him. Unable to stay on the young girl’s face as it made MK’s stomach twisted with fear. 

 “MK,” Pigsy continued cautiously, “Kid, you need to talk to me. What’s going on?”

 “I…I need to leave!” That was all MK said before he was out the door again. Using his staff to launch himself into the air and as far away from the store as he could. A part of him knew he was being foolish, knew Lady Bone Demon was gone, that Bai was a sweet girl who loved cats.

 But at that moment, MK couldn’t tell the difference between the two and it made him feel sick. 

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 Wukong frowned, waiting at the waterfall entrance while resting on his cloud. Eyes glaring at the slowly sinking sun. 

 The kid was late, really late. He’d tried calling MK (with the cellphone that Mei insisted the Monkey King just had to get), but all calls were left unanswered. Wukong was tempted to go off to just search for the kid. Maybe MK got distracted by something? Or he was hanging with Mei and lost track of time? Or he’d been cornered in some dark alleyway and he’s-

 Stop, she’s not here, she’s gone, MK’s fine.

 Wukong’s already strained nerves almost shattered when the quiet was interrupted by a loud ringing. Realizing it was the cellphone going off. Answering it before he could correctly see who was calling him. “MK, kid, where are-”

 “Not MK, but we do have an issue.” The panicked voice of Pigsy answered. 

 “Issue? What issue? Is MK-”

 “Just, stop talking and listen. MK freaked out and ran out of the shop. We can’t find him anywhere in the city. He wouldn’t happen to be with you, would he?”

 “No…no, he’s actually late for his training. I haven’t seen him at all today.” 

 “You wouldn’t happen to know of any locations he could get to that we couldn’t? Because we’re honestly out of ideas.”

 “I have a few. I’ll go check them out and report back.”

 “...Thanks. Make sure you talk to the kid too. Something’s been off with him today.”

 “Right, will do, yeah.” Wukong ended the call and wracked his brain. Running through a list of places he’d shown the kid over the few months. Eventually narrowing down areas he knew MK could get to and took off. Worry only grew as each place was just as empty as the last. “Come on MK, where are you? What has you so freaked out?”

 His phone goes off again. Once again answering it without looking at the caller id. “I haven’t found him yet Pigsy. Have you had any luck?”

 “If I didn’t know that was the name of one of the kid’s friends, I’d say you’re rude.”

 “Macaque?” MK frowned, “What are you calling me for? Wait, you have a cellphone?”

 “Youngsters normally just say ‘phone’ instead of ‘cellphone’. Just a heads up so you don’t sound too old.” 

 Wukong pulled his phone away, MK’s name flashing up in the caller id. “You have MK’s phone? Is he with you?”

 “Yeah, he is. It’s kind of why I’m calling. He just showed up at the, uh, well worn battle ground? Sure, we’ll go with that, and he’s not looking too great. Any idea what happened?”

 “No. Pigsy-”

 “Which one is that?”

 “The, uh, the pig chef that MK works for.”

 “Oh…yeah, no, should have known. Go ahead.”

 “Anyway, Pigsy says MK was returning from delivering orders and just…freaked out.”

 “Well, he’s still freaked out. Can you get over here? I’m not quite sure what to do about all of this.”

 Wukong laughed softly. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Just keep the kid there.”

 “Can do.”

 The call ended and Wukong was off once more. Finding the area still damaged from the numerous battles that had been held there. The crater where MK had been trapped by the staff was still standing strong. Wukong shivering, mind flashing for a moment if he hadn’t been fast enough to block that punch-

 Nope. We’re moving beyond. Time to focus on the future. 

 Against another rock wall rested MK and Macaque. The teen curled into a ball. Knees tucked in close, hiding his face away in the crossed arms. Macaque was leaning back against the rock wall, looking ahead, appearing not to have a care in the world. His tail draped easily over MK’s shoulder. The black furred monkey looked up upon hearing Wukong touch down. 

 “About time,” Macaque leaned over to nudge MK’s arm, “Hey kid, look who joined us! It’s your egotistical mentor.”

 Wukong pointedly ignored the comment and the smirk, instead focusing on his successor. Bending down to get closer to MK. “Hey bud, you’ve been missing for a few hours, you’re worrying a lot of people. You were late for training and I got a call from a kind of frantic Pigsy.”

 The Monkey King frowned at Macaque’s clear and over the top throat clearing. The Shadow Warrior shaking his head with a pointed glare. Wukong, in turn, frowned, raising his brow with a shrug. A clear but silent question of ‘What’s wrong?’. To which Macaque rolls his eyes and jerks his head to the side. An indication to have a conversation away from the distressed teen.

 Wukong gave a gentle squeeze to MK’s shoulder, who didn’t look up, before following Macaque’s lead. “What.”

 “You’re an actual idiot.”

 “Okay, great, thanks. What does that have to do with anything?”

 “The kid’s already stressed enough as is and you just come flying down, asking those kinds of questions? He doesn’t need a cross examination right now. He needs to know someone’s here to offer comfort and an ear when he’s ready to talk.”

 “That’s an interesting take, coming from you.”

 Macaque suddenly looked uneasy, crossing his arms. “The kid talked a lot during breaks when training.”

 “When training- Oh, right, that,” Wukong felt something burn in his stomach, “If you’re so good at something like this, why am I here?”

 “Are you honestly going to be bitter about that? I figure enough has popped up to let that remain in the past. As well as we have a distressed teen to worry about in the back.” 

 Arms crossed, the Monkey King gave a small huff but nodded. “Alright, then you explain to me what I need to do. If you’re such an expert.” 

 “Just go sit with the kid.” Was the simple reply.

 Wukong raised his hands in defeat and walked back over. Aware that Macaque’s eyes were following him. The Monkey King took the place where the other monkey had once sat. His own tail reached up to wrap around MK’s shoulders. “Hey kid, I’m back. Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

 No reply.

 Letting out a small sigh, he leaned over, replacing his tail with his arm. Pulling the kid closer. Resting his chin on MK’s shoulder. “I can’t understand what’s wrong if you don’t talk to me. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

 “I saw Bai in the store.” MK’s voice was muted slightly as he was still hiding his face. 

 “Oh…okay,” Wukong frowned. Looking over to Macaque, who quietly waved him on. “Well, she’s a sweet kid. Did something happen to-”

 “I thought she was the Lady Bone Demon again.”

 “Oh…” Swallowing weakly, Wukong attempted to pull MK as close as possible. Trying to put as much comfort in the one-armed hug as he could. “Look, I know the entire thing was intense, and that’s an understatement. But I know she’s gone, you now she’s gone. The Lady Creep can’t hurt anyone any more. I promise.”

 Wukong allowed silence to fall between them for a few minutes before continuing. “Why did you think Lady Bone Demon was back?”

 “...I’ve been having dreams…”

 “Do you want to tell me about them?”

 MK let out a shaky breath before continuing. “It’s when we were all on the mech, the one she made… Everyone was captured, she had Mei’s powers… You hurt Macaque…”

 Wukong quickly looked up to the Shadow Warrior. Who pointedly looked away upon hearing that from MK, reaching up to rub his right eye. “Okay, what else happened kid?”

 “She said she knew I wouldn’t be able to stop her. Said that I didn’t earn the title and…” MK shivered weakly, tightening the grip on his arms. Wukong wrapped both of his arms around the trembling teen. Curling around the teen in what the golden monkey was hoping was a comforting way. “You attacked me…”

 Wukong had a feeling this part was coming, but that didn’t hurt any less hearing MK choke it out. “Kid…”

 “You were possessed and the staff wasn’t nearby and…”

 “I’m not going to hurt you,” Wukong whispered softly, “Never again. It was just a dream, you’re okay kid. It’s going to be okay.”

 The Monkey King shifted to kneel in front of the teen once more. Reaching out to grip the teen’s hands gently. MK still not looking up. “Look at me kid, let me show you that everything’s okay.” 

 “I-I can’t, I don’t want to see…”

 Wukong faltered slightly at that, but knew that should have been expecting that as well. Knew that MK was worried he was going to see the possessed Monkey King again. Even he was worried about waking up one day to have an unwelcoming chill travel down his spine. What was he supposed to say to comfort the teen when Wukong was fearful too.

 He jumped when an arm was wrapped around him. Not fighting back when a black furred cheek easily pressed against his. Ears twitching hearing a familiar comforting rumble sound from Macaque’s chest. One that Wukong responded to equally, eyes closing in contentment. Feeling his shoulders drop slowly as he relaxed.

 “Are you two…purring?” MK’s voice broke through the quiet moment. 

 The golden monkey peered back over to the teen, who was peeking up cautiously. Ignoring the wince when he and MK’s eyes connected. “Uh, yeah?”

 “...Monkeys don’t purr?”

 “They also normally don’t talk, or fight, or have mystical powers. So just chalk this up to another interesting quirk.” Macaque responded this time with a smirk. 

 Wukong laughed softly seeing the confused look that flashed over MK’s face. He reached out to cup the teen’s cheek to raise MK’s head up further. The teen instantly reaches out to grip onto the golden monkey’s arm, pressing into the comforting hand as a small sob escapes him. Both monkey’s instantly reached out to pull the teen close. MK immediately surrounded by warmth and comfort, the quiet rumbling returning as the teen’s walls finally crumbled. 

 “You’re okay kid,” Wukong said softly, nuzzling against the teen’s shoulder, “Just let it out. It’s gonna be okay, it’ll take time but I promise. And I’ll be right there the entire time.”

 MK only whimpered as a response, a hand reaching up to grip onto both Wukong and Macaque. The golden monkey smiled, looking up to give a small thanks to the other monkey. Only to pause to find that Macaque was already looking back, a warm smile on his face. Causing something warm and comforting to wiggling gleefully in his stomach. But he had to push that aside when MK pulled away, the teen wiping his eyes.

 “Sorry…” The teen said quietly.

 “There’s nothing to apologize for, kid. It’s been a rough couple of…months. You’ve just reached a boiling over point.” Wukong said calmly. 

 “Bai’s never going to want to be in the same room with me now. And we were getting along so well.”

 “The kid’s forgiving,” Macaque spoke up, “She’s not one to hold grudges and she understands where this is coming from. Bai’s not going to hold this over you. She’ll more than likely laugh this off than anything.” 

 The Shadow Monkey looked up when silence followed his statement. A deep flush formed, realizing Wukong was smirking. “What?”

 “You seem rather close to Bai,” Wukong leaned closer as his smirk grew, “Have you been hanging out with her without us knowing?”

 “I- What? No. Pfft, what are you on about? You’re so weird right now.” 

 “Uh huh, sure. And that cute little blush is just there for show?” Wukong laughed when Macaque quickly raised his scarf to cover his ears and cheeks. “Aww, are you embarrassed to have feelings-”

 The golden monkey let out a cry of surprise when he was suddenly pinned to the ground. Blinking away the confusion to find Macaque smirking down at him. The mentioned blush slowly fading away. Annoyance taking over surprise, Wukong grabbed Macaque’s wrists to hold him in place while putting his feet on the Shadow Warrior’s chest. There was a brief moment of confusion before Macaque let out his own noise of surprise as he was pushed back. Quickly landing on his feet and just as fast to block the next ‘attack’. 

 The trading of friendly blows lasted for a few minutes before player three entered the battle. Just as Macaque was about to throw another punch, MK latched onto the arm and pulled him back. Wukong, who had been previously knelt down to block the on coming blow, only laughed as the Shadow Warrior now had to deal with a hyperactive teen. Falling quiet quickly when the noise called attention quickly back to him. Barely able to turn when he was pounced upon and easily pinned down to the ground.

 A small huff left the fallen Monkey King, the short retort falling away hearing MK let out a laugh. The teen beamed as he leaned against Wukong, finally looking relaxed. The golden monkey took the relaxed teen and pulled MK down. Ignoring the indigent cry of ‘Hey!’ as he rolled them both over until Wukong was sitting up. MK lays across the monkey’s chest, smiling softly as he relaxes again. 

 Wukong looked up to see where Macaque went and was met with a gentle kiss. Face flushed as the black furred monkey pulled away. Unable to give a reply or comment before Macaque disappeared into the shadows with a wink. 

 Muttering out a ‘Cheeky monkey.’ before turning back to MK. Slightly shocked to find the teen asleep, snoring softly with his cheek pressed against Wukong’s chest. He let out a small chuckle before shifting MK to sit a bit more comfortable. Head now resting on the golden monkey’s shoulder. 

 “Sleep well kid, I got you… You’ll be okay.”

 “You were such the perfect champion.”

 Wukong’s eyes snapped open. Breathing became ragged as the unwelcoming familiar feeling of cold crawled over him. His body not responding as he tried to get away from the approaching blue fog. “Get…out…of me!”

 “You had already done the majority of the ground work for me. Reforging the fire. Your successor handing his powers over to me so willingly. Then you deliver yourself right to me. How foolish you were.”

 “You’re not here,” Wukong growled out, “We defeated you. I broke free-”

 “Yet here I am.”

 “No, you’re not. I don’t know what kind of trick this is but I’m not going to fall for it.”

 “Fall for it? What do you mean? You’ve been mine for a while now. Just look at the damage you were able to do.” 

 The fear only grew when the surrounding darkness cleared to show the destroyed city. Not a single thing was left untouched in the wake of whatever Wukong had been forced to do. Feeling ill when he recognizes familiar forms lying on the ground. Bloody, broken, and unmoving. 

 “They’d fought so hard, but were clearly no match against your power.” Her voice hissed in his ear. 

 “No…”

 “They, however, were not your largest triumph over this matter.”

 Two large forms were dropped next to him. Wukong responded in turn by moving away from where they landed. Mind reeling when he realized who had ‘landed’ beside him. MK and Macaque, collapsed in a heap of broken and bleeding bodies tangled together. Glassy eyes staring at nothing. 

 “No!”

 “They put up such a good fight. I honestly couldn’t tell you which one pleaded for you more. But they both sounded so desperate. Too bad for you, and them, you were a bit too preoccupied. You truly are the perfect champion.” 

 Wukong felt the fog slowly creeping back into his mind, eyes still on the broken bodies of those he cared about. 

  “NO!” Wukong sat up, clawing at the few blankets that covered him to tear them off. Sitting at the edge of the nest as he clutched at his head. Breathing hard and shallow as he attempts to call himself down. He flinched when something touched his back. Turning quickly to find an exhausted Macaque there. 

 Oh, right, he’d just popped up that evening and hadn’t left. No matter how much Wukong attempted to show he didn’t want the Shadow Warrior there. Now, however, the golden monkey was thankful that Macaque had ignored him. Wukong’s shoulders slumping in relief knowing the other was still actually alive. 

 “Peaches? …What’s going on? You just screamed, scared me half to death honestly…” Macaque didn’t miss the wince that fell over the golden monkey.

 “I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Wukong eventually choked out. 

 Macaque didn’t respond right away. Instead reaching out to cup either of Wukong’s cheeks. The golden monkey shivered when thumbs gently rubbed under his eyes. “You’re crying…”

 “I am?” was the weak reply. 

 “What’s wrong, Peaches?” 

 “I…had a nightmare.” Wukong breathed out weakly, sinking into the touches. 

 “About what?”

 Wukong shook his head at that, shutting his eyes. “I don’t want to think about it.” 

 “Okay, that’s fine. We’ll…We’ll talk about it later. What do you want?”

 “...I want my kid.” Wukong felt a little foolish once he said it out loud. It was clearly just a dream. Macaque was here and alive, no doubt the kid was fine as well. But that thought didn’t chase away the worry gnawing at the back of his mind. 

 If this was a strange request, Macaque didn’t argue. Merely gave a nod before saying, “Okay, hang tight.”

 Before he could comment further, Wukong watched as the other monkey disappeared into the shadows. The silence became unsettling as he waited. Wukong pulled his knees to his chest, picked at the closest blankets to try and straighten everything out. Suddenly worried that his nest was looking a little bit of a mess. He didn’t have time to fixate on that when the shadows moved once more. Two forms appear from it.

 Wukong held back a thrilled chirp upon seeing MK. The kid was still clearly half asleep as he leaned against Macaque, who merely smiled. “We’re here kid.”

 “Mmm? Really?” Letting out a yawn, MK rubbed his eyes before looking around. “Oh, we are… Hi Monkey King, was told something was wrong?”

 “Yeah, something like that.” Wukong said, itching over slowly. “I just had a bad dream.”

 “Like me?”

 “...Yeah, like you. But we can worry about that later. How about we get some sleep? You look like you’re halfway there.” 

 MK hummed softly before looking around again. “...This a bed?”

 “Something like that,” Macaque said while gently pushing MK off him and towards Wukong, “It’s comfortable, trust me. You’ll sleep just fine.”

 Wukong happily collected the sleepy teen in his arms. Any remaining fear from the dream melted away as MK easily wrapped his arms around the golden monkey. Said being didn’t fight back when another pair of arms pulled him to lie back down. Macaque pulled the number of blankets back over the three of them before settling down himself. 

 Looking over, Macaque laughed softly, finding Wukong gently brushing MK’s hair with his fingers. “Feeling better?”

 “Yeah…thanks for getting MK.”

 “Anything for you Peaches.” Macaque inches closer to gently press his forehead against Wukong. Both monkey’s felt comfort and followed MK into blissful sleep. 

[azaleavi]

Memorable

Summary: the cast of Avengers: Endgame is asked to tell the most memorable thing that happened in all 10 years of filming and they all have the same thing in mind

Word count: 1.4k

Warning(s): knives, stabbing, blood (If you are not comfortable with any of this DO NOT READ)

Author's note: Why did i write this? I don't know. I just had this idea and I thought it was cool so I wrote it down. It’s not really a sebastian x reader even though i started writing it like that. I honestly don’t know what this is but here you go I guess lmao

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Masterlist

"As we are at the end of a very long era, that was full of exciting events, what was the most memorable thing that happened on set? Out of all the movies" Jimmy asked the six of you, who were sitting on the couch. Your mind immediately went to one specific incident, that happened to you and it seems like all of your co-stars thought about the same thing as they all turned to you. You couldn't help the smile that formed on your face. "It seems like everyone has the same thing on their mind" the host pointed out, smiling.

"Yes, it looks like that" you spoke up.

"Y/N, could you tell us what it is?" he asked.

"I guess it's that one time I got a little hurt while filming Civil War." you let out a little laugh, knowing what the response would be.

"A little hurt?!" Robert almost shouted. "This girl here got stabbed with a real knife and wanted to finish her scene with the knife still in her side and she almost did if it wasn't for the other person freaking out" Jimmy's mouth hung open at that. Everyone knew you got hurt while filming, because production had to be stopped and it was all the news talked about for a few days, but no one knew the details.

"Okay. It wasn't that dramatic" you defended yourself. Robert had the tendency to oversell the scene." I just knew that I will be out of commission for a while after that so I knew I had to finish the scene." you shrugged.

"Okay, I think we need to hear the whole story" the audience screamed at Jimmy's words. You laughed at that.

"So this is how it went..."

-

It was one of the first days of working and you were filming the big fight scene at the airport. You were surrounded with huge green screens. Your character had a one on one fight with the Black Widow so you were getting ready for it. You almost always did your own stunts and this one wasn't an exception. It wasn't that hard either, just a couple of punches and it ended with Natasha stabbing your character. It wouldn't be fatal, but it would defenitely hurt enough to slow your character down for a while. You were streching as Scarlett's stunt double walked over to you. The others weren't in the shot so they just stood to the side. They always liked watching you in action because you were the sweetest person in real life but once you heard action it was like you were a completely different person. It was fascinating. And watching you do stunts was a spectacle in itself. You have been learning martial arts since you were a kid so it came easy for you.

"Get ready everyone, we start in a minute!" the director shouted. You smiled at Heidi, streching your neck.

"You ready to get your ass kicked?" she joked. It was always a pleasure to work with her.

"By you? Always" you said, getting into position.

"Ready?" the director shouted again, looking at you two. You both nodded" Okay. And... Action!" You immediately started thowing punches at her, following the precise choreography you learned. She blocked them well, but you still managed to land a few on her. At least that what it looked like to the camera. You slowly got closer to where the crew was standing, still fighting as hard as you could. Your enemy pulled out a knife from her belt and you jumped back as she tried to slice you. She missed a few more times and you turned so her back was to the camera, while you faced it. It was almost over, she just had to thrust the fake knife into your side and you had to act like it hurt. She lunged forward with the knife in her hand and stabbed you. You thought it would be hard to act like you just got stabbed, but it turnes out you didn't have to act at all. It hurt like hell. Why was it hurting so much? It shouldn't hurt this much. What was happening? The knife was a prop so the blade went inside the handle, but it didn't feel like that happened. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened in a silent scream. You backed away from Heidi and looked down. The knife was lodged in place and you felt something warm starting to trickle down your side. You heard a gasp from in front of you. You looked up only to see Heidi with her hands against her mouth, her eyes wide with fear. She turned around to the crew who had still no idea what was happening.

"Call an ambulance" the panic in her voice was enough to alert everyone. You put your hands on the knife, which, you finally realized, was a real one, and it was currently inside you to the hilt. You heard frantic speaking, but the words didn't register in your mind. It must be Heidi telling them what happened. Your eyes were stuck on the handle, you were unable to look away. You waited for the panic to set in, but it never came. Two legs appeared in front of you and hands touched your shoulders. You finally looked up, your vision a little blurry. Sebastian was standing in front of you, fear and panic clear in his eyes.

"Hey y/n, can you hear me? The ambulance is on it's way, they will be here any minute. You just need to hold out for a little longer, okay baby?" you didn't know if he was trying to calm you or himself down. You tried to smile at him, but it came out more like a grimace. In the frenzy of the situation neither of you realized he called you baby.

"Did the shot turn out okay? They can use it right?" you spoke and Sebastian just looked at you with wide eyes. How can you still worry about the movie right now?

"Yes it was fine, they can use it." in truth he didn't know anything about the shot, but he just wanted to keep you calm. One of the crew members brought a chair for you, but you didn't know if it was a good idea to sit down or even move from where you were standing. How your legs didn't give out yet, you didn't know, but you were glad you didn't collapse so far. You decided against sitting down. It was probably not good to move around. You grabbed Sebastian's hands and squeezed them. Him being there was giving you so much strength. Something you would tell him later, when he was sitting next to your bed while you were recovering.

In the distance you could hear the sirens of the promised ambulance. Finally. You didn't know how much longer you could keep standing.

The car stopped next to you and two paramedics jumped out to assess your situation. They brought out the bed and carefully laid you on top of it.

You had to get stiches in the hospital and you resumed filming a few weeks later when you could move around without the sharp pain in your body.

-

"So needless to say i couldn't do any stunts for a good while" you tried to lift the mood, that settled in the studio, with a joke. Sebastian, who was sitting beside you, snorted.

"Of course you couldn't. And I wouldn't let you either." he said.

"I think my stunt double is scarred for life because of that" you all laughed at Scarlett's comment. You talked it out with Heidi and you made sure she knew that you weren't blaming her. It turned out that the fake and real knives were mixed up and no one knew how it happened. There was an investigation, because it was way too dangerous for it to happen again and they put new safety measures in place. Nothing like that happened ever since.

"Everyone was panicking so much. I think I was the calmest person there and I was the one with a knife in my side" everyone laughed at that.

"I understand now why this is the most memorable thing that happened to you" Jimmy spoke.

"Yes we all have that memory engraved in our minds now" Chris added.

"And I have a cool scar from it too" you laughed.