#i flug my hands up to keep the door shut so hard that i woke up and i actually flug myhands up irl and hit the wall

[wetvett]

anyone else mastered the art of peeing in their dreams but not peeing irl lol

[johnnysnostril]

You’ve Always Been Mine

chapter 8

`nori

the next morning i woke up to soft kisses peppering my face. i groaned a little, feeling like i only had 2 seconds of sleep. 

“wake up, sleepyhead.” i heard jooheon’s voice say. i slowly opened my eyes and he greeted me with his deep dimples. leaning down to kiss my forehead, he caressed my cheek. “i gotta get going- a driver will be here at 10am to pick you and misun up, okay?” he smiled warmly and tilted his head. “a driver? huh?” i questioned. “what time is it?” i asked in a sleepy tone. “its 5am- just go back to sleep, okay? i already set an alarm for you.” jooheon gently kissed my lips and whispered goodbye, before i shut my eyes- dozing off again.

` beep. beep. beep. beep. `

i reached my hand out and smacked the alarm clock, as i laid on my stomach. i was spread out on the bed with a pillow covering my head. as i sat up, i looked around, realizing i was still in jooheon’s dorm. i scrunched my eyebrows and rubbed my head, yawning. 

where is misun?

stepping out into the living room, the quiet pierced my ears as i looked around. “misun?” i said calling out for my bestfriend.

“hi! good morning!”

misun swung shownu’s door open and smiled at me, as she stood in the doorway. “you look cute.” she said laughing. her hands were lost in shownu’s oversized sweater, which hit her at the knees. it was almost like a dress on her.

“no- i look like a mess.” i said shutting my eyes. “i was talking about the clothes you’re wearing. very boyfriend.” misun came over to give me a hug and squeezed me tightly. “why are you such a morning person- this is ridiculous.” i laughed.

“im just a happy person.” she admitted.

*knock. knock. knock.*

misun and i both looked towards the front door. we stood still for a moment then looked back at each other.

“we can’t answer that- we’re not supposed to be here.” i said whispering.

misun’s lips curved into a devilish smile then she slowly walked towards the door. “misun! don’t!” i reached out for her arm. instead of pulling her in my direction, she dragged me with her to the door before she flug it open. there stood a tall man, with a chauffeur get-up on. 

“good morning- i’m here to pick you ladies up.” he said bowing. 

so, that conversation with jooheon was real? i thought i was dreaming.

“where are we going?” misun said as she clapped her hands together. the gentleman smiled. “the details will be provided once we arrive at our destination.” i yawned once more and pushed my hair out of my face.

misun squealed and jumped up and down. “i gotta change.” she turned on her heels and started to make a beeline to shownu’s bedroom.

“miss? i was instructed to follow a tight schedule. you’re attire is already planned.” he smiled warmly.

“but, we need to brush our teeth and stuff. we have time for that right?” i asked in a sleepy tone.

he nodded and smiled. “i’ll wait here for you-“

misun and i followed the chauffeur out the back way of the building. as we turned the corner, a hummer limo was parked on the curb.

“okay- seriously. what’s up with all these limos?” i whispered.

scooting into the limo, misun giggled as we were greeted with mimosas. we both took a champagne glass and smiled at each other. 

“what in the world do they have up their sleeves.” misun uttered before taking a drink.

i was wondering why they were doing all of this in the first place. jooheon knew that i didn't really care about all this flashiness. i was just fine, taking the train or even walking. misun- on the other hand- loved this type of lifestyle. it fit her more than it did me. she was made for this type of living.

as we pulled up to our destination, our limo door was opened for us- and we hopped out. “no- they didnt.” i said looking up at the building. “omg!! centro hair salon!” misun squealed and hooked her arm to mine. “i’ve always wanted to get my hair done here! come on!”

as misun dragged me into the salon, we were greeted by two hairstylist. we all bowed to one another- then misun and i were separated.

`jooheon

as the guys and i finished our radio interview, we filed outside to greet the fans

seeing monbebe’s warmed my heart and i was so grateful for them. as we packed ourself into the car, kihyun’s smile quickly faded. “you guys know you’re going to get caught right?” he said strapping on his seatbelt.

“oh, for the love of god. just shut up kihyun. why does it matter to you anyway?” wonho rolled his eyes and looked out the tinted window as the car started moving.

“because! they’re not thinking of the damage this could do to our career. we’ve worked too hard for two random girls to destroy what we have.” he said irritated.

“random?” i said turning around in my seat. “nori and misun are not random. and even if they were, you don’t get to speak on nori like that.”

“jooheon, i know you’re upset- but you don’t get to speak to kihyun that way.” hyungwon pulled his phone from out of his pocket and began texting.

“we’re not going to do this right now. everyone shut up.” shownu said as he rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. “kihyun, keep your mouth shut. misun and nori aren’t going anywhere- so you’ll just have to get used to the way things are.”

for the duration of the car ride, it was silent. i just wanted to be with nori. that’s all- i didn’t understand why this had to be so hard for us.

`nori

i glanced at myself in the mirror and smiled. my hair had never looked this good before. “i should take a picture for jooheon and tell him thank you.” i whispered to myself.

reaching in my back pocket, i groaned. one, i didn’t have on pants. i still had jooheon’s clothes on from last night. two, i didn’t have a phone.

“oh my gosh. your hair looks amazing!” misun said squealing. i turned to face her and smiled. “yours looks so much better.” i chuckled. her long locks were curled in loose waves, sunkissed with soft tones of caramel brown.

“ladies- if you’re just about ready.” the chauffeur approached us and extending his hand towards the exit. “don’t we have to pay?” misun said scrunching her eyebrows.

“the expenses were already taken care of, miss. misun.” he smiled warmly and bowed.

misun and i glanced at each other and chuckled.

as we jumped back into the limo, misun rested her head on my shoulder. “this has got to be a dream.” she voiced. i nodded my head. “this doesn’t feel real.”

as we pulled up to the next destination, i exhaled and shut my eyes. “this is too much. we can’t accept this.” misun covered her mouth and squealed. “no freakin waaay!”

`jooheon

pulling back up to the dorm, the boys got out while shownu and i stayed in our seats.

“you guys aren’t coming in?” minhyuk approached the passenger side door as shownu rolled down the window. “we’re meeting up with the girls. wonho, you’re in charge.” shownu lifted his brows and looked in his direction. “why can’t i be in charge for once?” changkyun stomped off toward the dorm and hyungwon followed, with kihyun behind. “make sure they don’t burn the place down.”

minhyuk laughed, nodded then made his way inside.

as we walked into the gucci store, the girls were nowhere to be found. but, we could definitely hear them.

“misun, no! i’m not putting these on. did you see these price tags?! they’re way too expensive to be taken off the hanger.”

i heard nori complain. i laughed a little. i knew she was going to be unhappy about this.

“will you just shut up and try the damn clothes on! don’t make me come in there and force you into them!”

shownu’s lips curved into a smile as misun’s voice rang throughout the store.

we walked over to the dressing room, where the curtains were closed. i rested against the wall and folded my arms across my chest. shownu took it upon himself to just walk in on misun, and she screamed.

“shownu?! what are you doing here?” she laughed.

“what?! shownu’s here?” nori said surprised. the curtains flung back and she darted out of the changing room, walking right past me. i softly chuckled and just watched her.

as shownu and misun waltz out, nori slapped shownu’s arm.

“what the hell is this? why would you have a chauffeur pick us up and take us to an expensive hair salon?! you had the nerve to actually make us come to the gucci store! are you insane?!”

nori continued to slap his arm as she spoke and i playfully rolled my eyes, before approaching her from behind and hugging her waist.

“it was my idea, nori.”

`nori

jooheon’s voice softly rang in my ear and i turned around. i was almost speechless for a minute.

“yeah, yell at him. this was his idea.” shownu laughed and pulled misun into a tight hug. “you look amazing in this dress.” he said picking her up and squeezing her. “now, let’s see what it looks like on the floor.” shownu chuckled and carried her back into the dressing room, shutting the curtains as she giggled.

jooheon stared down at me, smiling widely as he slid his hands into his pockets.

“you know i don’t need all this, jooheon.” i said pushing his chest.

he laughed and slightly stumbled.

“i mean, technically- people need clothes, so.” he playfully shrugged then looked me up and down. “unless you plan on being naked. i wouldn’t mind that.” his smile grew in size and he winked at me.

“shut up.” i rolled my eyes and bumped his shoulder as i walked past him, softly smiling.

[pyro-flug]

Rest, Regret, and Recovery Beds Part 8

Part 1- Part 2- Part 3- Part 4- Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (This ones kinda long so I’m putting a keep reading in it)

It only took another week for Black Hat to fully recovery. Well, “fully recovered” was the way he was wording it, but the way that he still leaned heavily to one side, and the rattling of his breath after too much exertion told another story. Flug had checked for himself that the chest and facial wounds had sealed back up before even allowing the eldritch to go without bandages. The slight discoloration of Black Hat’s skin where the injuries had been were odd though.  

Dementia was walking on both legs two weeks after that. She had never been more grateful for her healing factor as she ran leg strengthening exercises with Flug. She had been right about getting back to her old self again; once the cast was off she had latched onto the nearest wall and scrambled up into the vent just so she could see Flug glare at her disapprovingly.

Flug took the longest to recover. Three bullets to the gut were hard on his body, especially with the fear of internal rupturing. After a scare where such a thing had happened Dementia and Black Hat made sure to keep an eye on him. Too many near death experiences really left the whole company on edge...

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It happened in the middle of the night. Flug woke Black Hat up  after making noise in the bathroom and complaining of a stomach ache. He was out of bed and was heading for the door when he was nearly swept off his feet by a wave of dizziness. Then there was a slam as his shoulder connected with the wall near the door.

Black hat, having heard the painful sound, got up and went to Flug’s side to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine, I think I just need something to drink,” Flug said quietly. He pushed off the wall and stumbled forward, his fingers latching onto the doorframe instead. Flug’s breath hitched, then he fell into a coughing fit. The red that dripped onto the carpet from Flug’s mouth caused Black Hat to freeze. His dream from a few weeks ago came back to him and he drew away from the doctor for a moment.

Flug stared at the blood on his hand for only a few seconds before he was twisting his fingers into the lapel of Black Hat’s pyjama shirt.

“Get me to lab right now!” he hissed out between clenched teeth. Black Hat broke out of his trance, snatched the smaller man up in his arms, and took off down the corridor. His feet pounded down the stairs, the odd, creaky boards shrieking shrilly with the haste and weight of the eldritch. Once he burst through the doors to the lab, he rushed over to the medical beds and set Flug down on one of them.

The doctor’s eyes were unfocused as he reached down to lift the hem of his shirt. It  looked like someone had spilt ink underneath Flug’s skin; a nasty blue purple color was spreading outward from the right side of his abdomen.

“Internal bleeding,” Flug muttered vaguely. Then he snapped back into focus and he pointed at a machine a few feet away. “Get the Sonograph over here now!”

“What will that do for you!” Black Hat snapped. “All it can do is show us where-”

“Shut up for a moment and trust me! I’ve made some modifications in the past few weeks, and if this works it’s gonna save my life, so just listen!!!” Black Hat’s teeth clacked together as he shut his mouth from its ready-to-argue position.

“Fine!” he growled out. Then he grabbed the computer like station and dragged it over on it’s tiny wheels. As soon as it was close enough, Flug was leaning over the desk part and pushing buttons on the console.

His breath was coming out in gasps and heaves now, and his hands had a tremor going through them. As Flug pulled out the transducer probe and set it against his stomach he hissed at the tenderness of his skin.

“If I pass out before this is done I’m going to need you to hold it in place and let it finish before you inject me with this.” The doctor handed Black Hat a small syringe and then pushed another button on the screen. The way Flug seized up and his face contorted in agony almost caused the eldritch to drop the needle. “15 seconds...” Flug grit out, then his eyes rolled back and he started to tip back.

At this point, Black Hat’s anger had dissipated, leaving him with an uncomfortable need to be doing anything but standing here. When Flug began to pass out he almost froze up again, unsure of what to do, but thankfully his body seemed to be 5 steps ahead of his brain. Tendrils shot out of his back to catch and then cradle the doctor. Then they lowered Flug back into the bed, gently, while his hand moved to grab the transducer and hold it in place. Flug had said 15 seconds before passing out, so Black Hat figured he must have been referring to how long he had to hold the probe still. Those seconds passed terribly slow.

Once time was up, he hoped he had assumed correctly and put the transducer aside. Then he took the syringe, gave it a good tap to rid it of air bubbles, and injected it into Flug’s arm. A minute later the doctor was opening bleary eyes. He gave a pained groan when he attempted to sit up, so Black Hat put a hand on his chest to keep him down.

“Did it work?” Flug mumbled

“You can’t tell if it worked!?” Black Hat’s anger was back.

“Well I mean it doesn't look like I’m still bleeding, but the non-invasive surgery I just performed was experimental only.” Black hat resisted the urge to punch something violently. “But, it appears to have worked. Now I just need to-” he was trying to sit up again, and Black Hat, once again, pushed him down.

“What do you need,” The eldritch growled.

“Well, I was going to grab the Transducer again and then one of my blood bags from the fridge over there. I need to get rid of this old blood before it causes damage and then get new stuff in my veins.” Black Hat handed him the probe and stalked off towards the fridge. Inside were a few different bags of red blood, and he even saw 2 bags of his own greenish blue blood. At this he glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. Flug looked over and saw him staring, then said,

“Yes, those are yours, and no I didn’t take them for “evil purposes” you just don't remember when I took them because it was a while ago and you had been very distracted that day.” He took a pause and  made a face. “You're blood doesn't deteriorate, so it stores indefinitely, and I only have it in case of emergencies. In fact, I have everyone's blood in case of emergencies.” Then his voice dropped into a grumble. “Of course, I’m the only one who has to redraw every 6 weeks or find a donor to steal from.”

Black hat still had his eyebrow raised but he turned back to the fridge and picked up one of the bags. He heard Flug shout that his were labeled with his name, so Black Hat put down the one he was holding and picked up another that said ‘Flug.’ Then he closed the door and walked back over to the doctor to set up the transfusion.

The inky color was slowly disappearing from under Flug’s skin. As new blood entered his system the life returned to his cheeks, and he took a deep breath. Black hat stood off to the side and avoided looking at the scientist.

“Black Hat...” Flug’s voice held that knowing tone. The eldritch crossed his arms and the corner of his mouth lifted in a sneer. “What’s on your mind?”

As Flug has suspected, after Black Hat had healed he went back to his old self- he was still better at expressing himself than he used to be but he still was holding back a lot, and he didn't always say what he needed to. The emotional vulnerability that had come with injury had dissipated, but Flug knew that the emotions themselves were still in there.

“Talk to me,” Flug said.

Black Hat sighed and finally met his eyes. Then he muttered something under his breath so that Flug couldn’t quite catch it.

“What was that, sir?”

“I said-” and he trailed off again.

“Black hat, please just-”

“I SAID YOU'RE TOO FRAGILE!” The eldritch shouted. Flug immediately sat up despite the tentacle that shot out of Black Hat’s back to push him back down. His hand held the wiggling black mass as he then used it to yank Black Hat closer.

“Okay, look, I may be more prone to injury, and I may take longer to recovery from said injuries, but I am NOT fragile.” Flug stated firmly. “I’m not some elder who’s bones could snap from a trip down the stairs, I just take time to heal from really bad injuries like gun shot wounds.”

“But the internal bleeding wasn’t part of-”

“Yes it was,I was tired and I accidentally fell in the bathroom and slammed my stomach onto the rim of the tub. That blunt force trauma probably ruptured several already weak blood vessels and caused the bleeding. Now that I’ve sealed them though they should be fine.” Black Hat was still frowning heavily.

“.... How did you seal them?”

“I heard about some experimental tech with using probes like that to produce targeted sources of extreme heat to seal off and reconnect blood vessels. It had only been tested on animals before but I was sure that with my intellect I could improve it and guarantee positive results. Which I have done, apparently.”

“Will it hold?”

“It will.” Slowly, Black Hat let his arms drop back to his sides. Then he sat down next to Flug and put and arm around him so that the doctor was leaning into his side.

“I just... “ Black Hat pulled a face of disgust. “Worry about you..”

“I know you do, sir, but you also have to realize that I’m stronger than you think I am, and I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing.” Then a yawn escaped the doctor’s mouth along with the last of his energy.

“...I’m working on it.”

“And that’s all I need to hear.” Flug pressed a kiss to Black Hat’s cheek and then wrapped his arms around the other’s torso.

Now that the crisis had been averted Flug was sleepy again. He sighed gently as Black Hat carefully readjusted his arms and then laid them both back on the bed. Flug muttered something that sounded vaguely like ‘I love you,sir’ and then he was out.

Black Hat watched the scientists face, so peaceful in sleep, and felt his chest ache. He just wanted his boyfriend to be safe and happy, but he didn't know how to express that without getting all mushy about it. Remembering all of the mushy, romantic stuff he had done in the past few weeks made him physically shudder. But... nobody was around right now, so Black Hat quickly double checked the room and then pressed a soft kiss to Flug’s forehead and whispered,

“I love you too, dumb-ass,” before he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep as well.

Next ones up next Saturday! It might be the finale, but I’m not sure yet, gotta see how it turns out!

[musekicker]

Power Play 5: Denial

Finally the next part. Sorry for the long wait everyone. 

Warning, mature content under the cut.

Oh he made a show of putting Nemo’s ripped off face tentacle on display in a storage closet. Not the grandest of places. Which was probably the point. To leave the only scrap of his tormentor (and it truly was the last considering the first thing Black Hat did before they left Nemo’s home was torch the building and Nemo’s remains to the ground.) in the dark and where one would only venture if they were in need of some sort of floor cleaner.

There was almost manic energy to Black Hat’s movements the entire time, his expression almost smug looking. At least to those who didn’t know Black Hat well. Flug and Demencia knew when Black Hat was bothered.

This of course was beyond bothered. The horrible incident was clearly on all their minds.

Flug and Demencia would attempt to try to say something. An apology, an question, anything. Just something that would break that manic energy that Black Hat was giving off for even a moment.

Black Hat wouldn’t let them. He babbled on and on about the last thing either expected. Work.

“And of course we better make sure those quotas are met despite our… distraction.” Black Hat said.

“Distraction? That was more than a distraction!” Demencia cried.

“Be that as it may, we-”

5.0.5 whined, sensing the stress in the room.

In the blue bears defense, his way with dealing with stress involved a hug or a gentle shoulder touch. And Black Hat was clearly stressed, despite his refusal to admit that.

Despite the foolishness of it, 5.0.5 reached out for Black Hat’s shoulder.

Black Hat’s reaction was instantaneous. He turned to 5.0.5 and snarled in a number of growls that was his normally used voice and many others. Tentacles grew out from his back and nearly swiped for 5.0.5’s head.

5.0.5 whimpered and curled into a ball.

Black Hat snarled one more time before turning away and allowed himself a moment to relax somewhat.

Immediately after that Black Hat swept into his room and shut the door. An unspoken sign that he certainly didn’t want to talk right now and woe be unto anyone who tried to disturb him.

Demencia looked to Flug.

“He’s not okay.” she said.

“I know.” Flug said with equal worry in his voice.

Night time came. Flug hadn’t expected to be able to sleep well after the events of the day. He was displeased to find he was right. As if his sleep schedule was not screwed up enough already.

Flug had taken to keeping an weapon nearby long before the horrors of the other day. Too many heroes had attempted to attack the manor before. Some even greatly thinking in error that Flug was an innocent prisoner in all this and that he needed to be saved.

A soft noise made him jump. He grabbed the laser gun and turned. For a moment his heart was hammering in his chest and Flug was sure that attack was coming.

That maybe it was Nemo.

Which, was ridiculous. Nemo was dead. He saw the body. And Black Hat seemed certain it was over. Wouldn’t he know?

He heard the sound again and his grip on the gun tightened.

The threat turned out not a threat at all.

Standing in the doorway were Demencia and 5.0.5. Flug immediately lowered his weapon when he realised friend and not foe were standing there.

“Sorry… I thought… never mind what I thought. Why are you two up at this hour?” Flug asked.

Demencia sniffled rubbing at her eyes with one arm quick, trying to hide tears.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Demencia said.

She had her grip on 5.0.5’s paw. 5.0.5’s grip on her hand was almost as strong out of concern.

“Yeah… me either. Not that i’m not use to missing sleep. Just… the nightmares are a new thing.” Flug said.

“I don’t want nightmares. The real thing was bad enough.” Demencia said.

“Yeah… I won’t lie to you. It’s not great.” Flug said, as gently as one could when delivering a cold truth.

Demencia nodded weakly. She took a seat next to Flug. 5.0.5 curled up on the floor near both Flug and Demencia’s feet.

“It wasn’t our fault. I know it wasn’t. But I still can’t help but feel so terrible about it all.” Demencia said, on the edge of crying again.

“I do too.” Flug said.

“Just… I always wanted to BE with Black Hat. Pretty sure that’s clear by now. And don’t you dare insult my intelligence and say you didn’t want that too.” Demencia said.

Flug hesitated a moment before sighing deeply.

“I… okay, yes. I did, i mean I do. Still. But not in the way it happened of course. And after that, I wouldn’t be shocked if Black Hat never wanted to be near either of us again.” Flug said.

This time Demencia did cry. Flug was crying just a bit himself.

“Lets just say Nemo did it. We weren’t in control. He was.” Flug said after a moment.

He took one of her hands into his. A comforting gesture. Demencia looked up at him, and after a moment nodded.

“I know. I do know. It’s still hard.”

She glanced in the direction of the long hall that lead to Black Hat’s room.

“What about Black Hat? I mean.. After what we- Nemo did. He must be feeling just as horrible as we are. Probably more since he was the one who got well… assaulted.” Demencia said.

“Maybe… maybe he’s healing in his own way?” Flug suggested.

The tone of voice suggested he didn’t quite believe his own words.

Black Hat was not one to sleep often. He didn’t need to. Sleep for an Eldritch was often non existent or many of thousands of years long. There often wasn’t an in between.

But after what happened he desperately needed to gain some mental energy back. And maybe escape into the void of sleep for just awhile.

His subconscious had other plans.

He knew he was dreaming. Eldritch dreaming, as little as they did, was often lucid. Black Hat wasn’t even shocked by the setting of his dream.

Back in Nemo’s lair, sea air smell included.

His arms secured behind his back, not wearing any of his clothing. He didn’t bother to try anything to break his bonds. It would not help him here.

Despite his awareness of this all being a nightmare, he couldn’t help but address the subconscious version of Nemo as he approached him.

“This is just a nightmare. You’re not real.” Black Hat snarled gruffly.

“Does it matter?” Nemo asked. “Either way we both know whenever you sleep, this is where you’ll return to from now on. Back to me.”

“You put yourself on too high a pedestal if you honestly think you’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.” Black Hat said.

Nemo circled Black Hat a moment, some of his face tentacles twitching in thought. Black hat noted that the tentacle he ripped off in real life was not there in the dream either. A small victory.

“Mmmm, I suppose that’s true isn’t it? Tell me, do you think you’re old masters are looking for you still? Surely an egg layer is too valuable to give up the hunt on. Who knows, the next eldritch that shows up may be honest enough to return you to them.” Nemo said.

Black Hat clenched his hands into fists.

“This is a dream, this is a dream..” He hissed to himself under his breath.

“Do you ever wonder if any of the eggs you did lay ever hatched? That you might have some spawn running around you don’t even know of.” Nemo asked.

“I don’t care.” Black Hat said, glaring at Nemo.

“Something tells me that you’re not being truthful with me. I would think you should start caring though.”

Nemo kneeled down then, reaching for Black Hat’s egg slit. Black Hat snarled and tried to twist away. Nemo gripped one of Black Hat’s shoulders with the other hand, keeping him in place enough that he could start rubbing at the egg slit.

“This is all you are good for. The only reason you even exist.” Nemo said.

Black Hat bit his lip, trying not to make a sound. Still trying to remind himself this was only a nightmare. Neither thing was working.

“The fact you’re reacting to this proves it all the more. Why don’t you just admit it? That this is what you are. That you are supposed to be a stronger eldritch’s pampered egg layer”

Black Hat felt his tentacles beginning to quiver and move.

“Not real, not real-” Black Hat chanted to himself loudly, trying desperately to remind himself of this fact.

“That once an eldritch finds you and marks you as theirs that you’ll never get away.”

“Not real, not real-” Black Hat continued, a hitch in his voice.

At some point Nemo had lost his own clothes. Black Hat hadn’t noticed when, and he didn’t care about when or how.

“That they could get you carrying with so many eggs you won’t be able to move.”

Nemo’s groin tentacles were longer, and more sinuous, like a series of whips. Black Hat cringed as he felt those tentacles begin to explore his egg slit.

“Stop!” Black Hat cried.

Nemo ignored Black Hat, more of his groin tentacles starting to fill into the egg slit. A full feeling that Black Hat was ashamed to realise felt wonderful.

“This is who are little egg layer. The sooner you accept that, the better.” Nemo said.

And with that, Nemo’s groin tentacles began to thrust into Black Hat, causing Black Hat to literally see stars. He barely noted that Nemo’s face tentacles were wrapped around his shoulder, a sucking noise accompanying them.

Black Hat cried out and… and..

Awake.

Black Hat woke in a sweat, jolting up in his bed. The first thing he did was check his shoulder for any suction marks. It was a relief to see none.

What was not an relief that he found that his tentacles were squirming and at attention. The nature of the nightmare probably had set them off.

A terrifying thought.

Black Hat allowed himself only a moment of horror before he grabbed the nearest object, a lamp on the bedside table, and threw it at the wall. It shattered in a satisfying way. Not that Black Hat took the time to bask in that.

He was already looking for something else to destroy.

His rampage would last for hours.

Anything but fall into rest again.

[shadowsfandomhellhole]

AYYYY, i finally fucking finished this!

Title: Sweet Little Doll AU: Villainous Dolls (Mine) Pairings/characters: Past paperhat/eventual paperhat, Black Hat, Dr. Flug, 505, Dementia Summary: An incident leaves Flug an Amnesiac, with no memory of who or what he is and no memory of the others, causing Black Hat and the others try and get him to remember them before its too late. Tags: living dolls, violence, angst, Ao3

Enjoy!

In the world there were two types of humans, the normal ones, and then the Dolls. More commonly known as Living Dolls, these mortals are not much different then regular humans. Except for the fact that they don’t have souls. They can walk, talk, feel, just like any other humans, but they are soulless beings. They were given the name “Living dolls” for the glazed, hazy look in their eyes and the shiny porcelain look to their skin. There was also the fact that they seem to listen to what they were told rather well. Little obedient pets to who ever wished to own them. They weren’t uncommon to find, but that didn’t make them any less valuable. When a doll was born, they were raised and usually taken away from their families by a certain age, usually 18.

Loyalty was one of the famous traits of the Living Dolls. They always knew where they belonged, which made them harder to steal, if they were taken from their current owner by force they would ‘shut down’ so to speak. They’d remain motionless and useless to whom ever had taken them, until they were reunited with they’re owners. No one ever wanted a useless Doll, so this proved useful in keeping thieves from kidnapping them.

They were also known to be rather protective of their owners. Because of their loyalty, it was not uncommon for a Living Doll to risk their life in order to protect their owner from harm. Being soulless beings, Dolls were more fragile then opposed to humans with souls, making it easier for them to die. Because of this most thought that simply ordering a Doll to not put themselves in harms way would fix the issue, only to discover it was one of the few commands the dolls would never obey.

He couldn't move very well, his movements felt jerky, almost forced. His memories were fuzzy. Where was he? He tilted his head and turned it, he wanted to wince at how hard it was to move as he looked around the darkened room. There was some light, not much though. He was in some sort of bedroom it seemed. He could see the faint out line of a bed off to his right. There were two windows both had the curtains shut, but from what he could tell it was late at night. He was sat in front of one of them.

'What happened? Where am I? Why can't I recall anything..?' he thought. Hearing the sound of a door opening, he jerked his head towards the sound. A tall man with dark skin stepped in. He wore a red dress shirt, vest, tie and slacks. He had a monocle over his left eye and wore a top hat on his head. He gave a small grin as he saw Flug and walked over, kneeling in front of him. 'Wh-who is this??'

"Ahh, You finally awake, my dear~" the man... no demon purred. Flug wanted to lean away but instead found himself leaning forward. The creature's grin widened and he reached up, claws brushing the ginger haired human's chin. With jerky movements Flug latched onto the other's hand and arm. The demon chuckled, curling his claws around the hand grasping his.

Flug twitched before croaking out, "...Jefe...cito...?" his voice was weak and strained. The demon's eyes shined with glee none the less hearing the word. ‘That's not what I wanted to say... m-maybe i do know him? He seems to know me... god what happened to me? Why can't I remember anything??'

"Hello, my perfect little doll~" he said.

'D-doll?'

"...h...urts..." Flug choked out in response. He could feel the growing ache in his joins. His throat already felt strained. The demon hushed him. 'I can't control my speech... What hell...'

"I know, mon cher~ Don't worry, it'll pass... Let's get you back on the bed though. I doubt the floor is very comfortable." Not giving Flug the chance to reply the demon scooped him up and headed for the bed, and laid him down. A blanket was pulled over him and he looked up at the demon with glazed eyes. "Get some more rest, my sweet doll~ I'll return in the morning with something for you to eat." With the dark skinned creature left shutting the door behind him. Flug felt him self slowly falling asleep. He wanted to shake his head but he couldn't move. Eventually he gave in and drifted into darkness.

When Flug woke the next morning he wasn’t aching anymore. Moving was still difficult, but he found that his movements weren’t as jerky as last night. It felt more like his body was made of led. He sat up the best he could and looked around. The curtains were open slightly, letting in sunlight, allowing him to get a better look at the room. He blinked, and tilted his head. It was a rather nice room, the bed he was on was a canopy bed, there was a bathroom attached to the room as well as a walk in closet. He turned his head and blinked. On the night stand by his bed was a neatly folded bed, and a pair of goggles. He leaned over and picked them up staring at them. The doll shifted before pulling the bag over his face and placing the goggles over it. He felt the tension he hadn’t realized he had leave him. He breathed in the oddly familiar smell of the paper bag and closed his eyes. He opened them after a few minutes and looked around the room again.

‘It’s so fancy… is… this my room?’ Flug shifted, some part of him said that it was. That even though he didn’t remember, that he was in a safe place. He frowned. He didn’t like not being able to remember anything. He looked up as the door opened, the same demon from last night entered with a plate. Flug noticed two figures behind him, one was a girl, with bright red and green hair, the other a large blue bear with a flower on its head. Flug looked at them briefly before looking up at the demon.

“Morning, My dear Flug. Did you sleep well?” The demon asked. Flug blinked at the use of his name.

‘He… knows my name…. That’s good… right?’ Flug thought. He gave a slow nod.

“..Y-yes… Sir…” he answered.

“That’s good.” the demon said he took a seat on the bed and set the plate on Flug’s lap. Flug looked down at the food and shifted slightly. “Here, eat. You must be hungry. You’ve been out for a while.”

“Thank… you...” he murmured, before he started to eat, after he lifted the bag up slightly. The demon nodded, watching him carefully. The other two stayed in the door way staring at Flug with worry.

‘Out for a while? How long is a while, and what does that mean? Was I unconscious?’

“Do you know who I am?” the dark-skinned creature asked, after a few minutes. Flug looked up at him and tilted his head.

‘No. I don’t. I don’t know who you are… But at the same time...’

“...Yes?” it came out confused. Flug frowned and reached up under his bag, rubbing his face. The demon narrowed his eyes, frowning at the answered. Flug lowered his head looking down at the now empty plate. He pulled his hand away and tugged the bag down a bit more.

“I guess the damage was worse than I thought...” the demon sighed.

“Flug’s gonna be ok though, right Black Hat?” the girl asked stepping into the room. Flug looked up at her. The bear gave a whine looking at Flug then to the demon. Black Hat was still watching Flug carefully. He reached out and cupped the side of Flug’s bag where his cheek was, like last night Flug reached up and grabbed onto the demon’s arm. Though he leaned his head into the hand. The demon smiled at that, running his thumb over the bag lightly.

“He’ll be fine.” he answered the girl. Flug’s eyes started to drift shut as he relaxed. He heard Black Hat chuckle and opened his eyes again looking at him. Black Hat pulled his hand away and placed it on top of Flug’s bag covered head, petting him.

The girl grinned and rushed over. Flug squeaked at the sudden movement flinching back. Black Hat stood and caught the girl.

“Dementia! What did I tell you about sudden movements?” he hissed. Dementia went limp in his hold.

“Oh… Oopsie. Sorry, Fluggy!” she said looking at Flug.

“...I-its.. fine...” he murmured, slowly relaxing. He shifted and looked up at Black Hat, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it as nothing came out. He put a hand on his throat and lowered his head.

“You may speak freely, Doctor.”

Flug raised his head hesitating before speaking.

“...Where… am I? What… happened? Why can’t I remember?” the questions just poured out. “Who are you? How do you know me?”

The demon released Dementia and settled back on the bed.

“Easy, little doll. Calm down. You’re home safe. You had an accident, seems I wasn’t able to heal all the damage. You have amnesia it seems. I am your owner, Black Hat. That is Dementia, and the other one is 505.” the demon answered.

“D-doll? Owner? W-what do you mean by that?” Flug asked. Black Hat paused and frowned at the question.

“A Living Doll. That’s what you are. You came into my possession shortly after a plane crash that left you the only survivor.” he answered. “...You remember what living dolls are, correct?”

“Of course he should know! We dolls remember that know matter what!” Dementia piped up.

“...N-no… I-i… I d-don’t remember anything… e-everything is fuzzy...” Flug spoke up. Dementia frowned at that.

“W-what… b-but… we aren’t supposed to forget… I-it’s what keeps us safe!” “Hush, Dementia!” Black Hat snapped suddenly, glaring at the lizard hybrid doll. She whined as her mouth shut. Black Hat looked at Flug. “...I suppose I should explain what and who you are… Perhaps it help jog your memory some.”

Flug, “...wh-why is it bad I forgot…? I-if… if I'm here…. I… I'm safe… right?” he asked.

“Of course you are.” Black Hat answered, he sent a glare in Dementia’s direction and she looked down. He turned his attention to Flug, and sighed before starting the long explanation. Flug watched him the whole time listening silently.

“Your name is Flug Slys, you’re what mortals call a “Living Doll”. Living dolls are soulless humans… They’re considered rather valuable and kept as pets or just possessions of others.” Black Hat started.

“So… I’m your “pet”?” Flug asked.

“My scientist.” Black Hat corrected. “Shortly after you came into my possession, you proved to be quite the inventor.” he said.

“I.. make things for you?” the doll tilted his head. He blinked, and sat up straighter. “I make weapons. Right?” he asked. Black Hat grinned and nodded.

“Yes, you do.” he answered. Flug gave a nod. He remember that, or at least some of it. He knew he really enjoyed creating things.

“… Was my accident related to that?” he asked.

“No… You… You were badly injured in a fight.” he said. “You got in between myself and a hero.” the eldritch answered. Flug blinked, and looked down. He frowned, and shook his head.

“..I.. don’t remember.” he said.

“I don’t expect you to remember everything immediately.” Black Hat stated. He stood up, picking up the empty plate as he did. “...I think that’s enough for today though, you’re still recovering. You should rest.” he said straightening his clothes. Flug looked up at him and gave a nod. He watched as the demon left shooing the other’s off as he shut the door behind him. The doll sighed and pulled his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them resting his forehead on his knees.

‘How am I to rest when I can’t remember anything?’ He raised his head and reached up gripping the bag. The doll removed it along with the goggles and set them on the night stand before curling up under his blankets.

‘Hopefully, it doesn’t last to long…’

Flug closed his eyes and forced himself to relax. After a few minutes he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

– end –

Hoped you guys liked this. I’m planning on making this 3 or 4 chapters long, maybe longer who knows :P

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hi I really like your writings and drawings and I have a really hard time talking or putting thoughts into words but I wanna say keep up the good work *2 thumbs up*. And if you don't mind (or if you haven't written them already) could I request 39 or 40 paper hat angst? (I'm sorry this is really long ask)

“We need to talk about what happened last night.”

It was two in morning, and Blackhat was leaning in the doorway of the Dr. Flug’s lab. The scientist himself was sitting at his work station, pouring out a purple solution into the flask he was heating over a bunsen burner. He nearly dropped the vial when he heard his boss speak.

The muscles in Flug’s back tensed, as he set the solution aside. He tried to swallow past the lump rising in his throat, but knowing what was coming next made his chest ache. Flug attempted to compose himself and act nonchalant as he asked,

“What do you mean, sir?” A chill passed through the room as Blackhat glided forward.

“I know you know what I’m speaking of, Doctor.” Flug’s fingers curled around the lip of the counter and he squeezed until his knuckles went white.

“I’m -I’m awful tired at this late hour, sir. I’m afraid that I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A hand slammed down next to Flug’s, and the doctor jumped out of fear. The snarl pulling at the corners of Blackhat’s mouth broke the floodgate that Flug was trying to hold closed. “Okay! I do know what you’re talking about, but I don’t see what there is to talk about!” Flug’s chest heaved for air. “There nothing you can say that I don’t already know about, so what’s the point!”

He was barely holding back tears at this point. Blackhat was staring at him blankly; his expression unchanging even as he looked away. The eldritch seemed to hesitate before clasping his arms behind his back and nodding. Then he was gone as quickly as he came; a ghostly visitor to haunt Flug’s dreams.

Once the door shut, Flug collapsed to his knees. He crawled a few feet forward, towards his desk, and curled up underneath with his knees tucked up under his chin. Chest aching, heart heavy, and his stomach twisting into knots he wanted to scream. But with the mix of emotions in his veins he just couldn’t let them out. No tears, no sobbing, no break down.

He felt empty.

His body went limp and slipped down the inside walls of the desk until he was flat on his back. The sigh he let out felt like it was taking his soul with it. The part of him that was longing, the hole opening in his the space between his ribs, wanted to turn back time or just forget last night ever happened.  

Late night confessions and vulnerable hearts had led to soft kisses and a gentle embrace. Sleeping with someone holding you close, like you mattered to them, left an impression on your very core. Knowing, as you woke up to an empty bed, that you had made a mistake was gut wrenching.

The emotions flooded back in quietly, leaving wet tracks down past Flug’s ears and into his curly brown hair. He didn’t make a sound as the back of his bag became soaked with tears.  

The energy drained from his body, Flug rolled on his side, and slowly dragged his arms across the floor so that he was propped up slightly. Then he pushed up weakly so that he could sit up.

Limbs shaking, eyes running dry, Flug hauled his heavy body to it’s feet. He stumbled and hit his hip against the corner of the desk. He used the pain radiating from the bruise as a distraction from his swirling thoughts.

“One foot in front of the other,” Flug mumbled to himself. Then he made his way towards the door, the hole in his chest now a gaping void of empty black. He wanted to forget, so that what he was going to try and do.

Flug was in his private quarters, a bottle of newly opened alcohol in his hands, when there was knock on the door.

He wanted to pretend he didn’t hear it. The doctor tried to ignore the insistent pounding that broke out when he didn’t answer, but it bounced around his skull and began to thud against his broken heart like a hammer. Flug dropped the bottle, and it spilled across the carpet as he pressed his palms flat against his ears to block out the noise.

“GO AWAY!” he screamed. The knocking stopped. Flug pulled in a pained breath, and let his hands drop back to his sides. His feet dragged as he shuffled to the door. Then he pressed his face to the cool wood and strained to hear whoever had been on the other side.

There was the sound of raspy breathing, and the rustle of clothing. Then a deep voice said,

“I’m sorry, Flug.”

It was like lightning had struck Flug when he was soaking wet. He froze for a few precious seconds, disbelief pulsing through his systems, then he ripped the door open and looked down the halls to find that no one was there. Without thinking, his legs were carrying him down the corridor as he was scrambling to put his frazzled mind back together.

Had he heard that right? Had he imagined that voice? Those words?

His fist slammed into a dark, wood door. When no one answered, he bashed both fists against it so hard that they stung. Again, again, again, and again until the nerves in his fingers burned with agony.

“DAMN IT, BLACKHAT!” he cried out. “IF YOU REALLY WERE SORRY YOU’D ANSWER ME!” In the still that followed Flug’s outburst, he could hear indistinct whisperings. Slowly, the doctor let himself crumple to the floor and sit with his back against the door. After a few moments, he realized he could just make out what was being said.

“-the problem is that neither of really knew what we were doing.” he heard.

“And why does that matter?” Flug responded. There was a pause.

“’Cause I came to talk to you about how we were going to treat last night, but way you acted told me you wanted to forget it ever happened. So I felt like I should apologize for my actions.” This took Flug by surprise.

“Wait… you didn’t…. You didn’t want to forget?”

“No! I…. I just don’t know to handle all these new emotions!”

“You left through…”

“Flug! I left because I was overwhelmed, and I didn’t want to wake up and have you shove me away!” Something twisted inside Flug’s abdomen.

“I…… I would never have guessed that….” There was a snort of tormented laughter.

“Neither would I have!”

“So….”

“So?” The silence stretched on forever, neither of the villains daring to break it. Then Flug sighed and thunked his head back against the wood.

“Do you want to let me in, or do you want me to leave?” he whispered. A lock unlatched, and that was his answer.

Desperate hands latched onto aching bodies like they were searching for a life line. Fingers curled into loose clothes, and pulled them tight. Tears poured out unbidden from closed eyes.

“I’m sorry,” spilled out of both of their mouths as they pressed closer. “I love you.”

It was almost three in the morning now. Blackhat and Flug lay on their sides on the former’s bed, arms and legs entangled. Flug had his head tucked under the eldritch’s chin, and was just breathing him in. The doctor had removed his bag, and so Blackhat could smell the honey almond shampoo he used.

There were words that could have been said, but remained unspoken. With the way that both parties had struggled to communicate that night, they decided it was best to let their actions speaks for themselves. Falling asleep to the soft inhale and exhale of the other was healing for both of them.

Hey I had 3 requests for 39 so I combined them all together to make this for all of you!

These are the other two asks I got if you’re one of the anons that asked for this request! Anon friend, I really really appreciate the compliments, and I’m really glad you stopped in my inbox and the long ask if just fine! I love you, and I hope you enjoy this request! Thank you!