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dorabledewdroop · 9 months ago

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The White Healer Chapter 8

Chapter Warning: Smut, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, edging (blink and you'll miss it), mention of blood.

Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to post this. Still not used to writing detailed smut. I hope you enjoy!

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“We require your help healing All-father and bringing peace to the nine realms”

All eyes shifted to you.

What the fuck???

It took you less the a minute to come to your decision.

“Nope. Not happening” you said, not bothering to look at anyone as you walked straight towards the fridge.

Thor paused, concerned. He was under the impression that you’d jump at the opportunity to help people.

“I- I do not understand” he said confused.

You sighed, shutting the fridge door. You turned around and walked towards the kitchen island. Looking straight into Thor’s eyes you asked him gently.

“Is your dad in pain?”

“No..” Came the reply

“Okay, perfect. Give me 2-3 days to recover and then we can see” you said decidedly.

“So.. you will help us?” He asked uncertainly.

“Yes, I will. I just need 3 days to recover. I wont be any help if I just pass out in the middle of battle or anything.” You said picking up your phone.

“Now, if you need me. I will be in my room with my two.. um.. best friends. Hanging out. Yep hanging out”

Wanda turned completely red the moment she heard that. Natasha did her utmost best to hold back her laughter. Pietro merely fake gagged and walked away, muttering about how he absolutely doesn’t need to hear that shit.

Not waiting for anyone else, you walked out of the kitchen. Followed by a very red Wanda and a grinning Natasha.

It took all of you barely 10 minutes to shower and get ready in your respective rooms.

When the two women entered your room, you barely waited a moment before pulling Natasha into a deep kiss. She let out a surprised moan but immediately kissed you back. Her hands roamed your arms and your hair. Wanda made her way around you and started kissing down Natasha’s neck. Nat started letting out soft moans into your kiss, her grip in your hair tightening. When the two of you pulled back for some air, Wanda took this as an opportunity to smash her lips against yours. Smiling into the kiss you slowly made your way towards the bed. Wanda let out a giggle as you pushed her onto the bed, she repositioned herself to sit up against the headboard. You pulled Natasha on top of you as you sat down on the bed, allowing her to straddle you. The moment she was comfortable, you started kissing her jaw. Nibbling on her earlobe and leaving wet open mouth kisses down her neck. Nat let out a low moan, which Wanda echoed. Frowning you turned around to see Wanda’s hand in her pants, teasing her clit. Her face was flushed as she was breathing slightly heavy. You raised your eyebrow making her pause.

“Oh don’t stop on my account” you said sardonically.

She let out a sheepish giggle. You look at her hand being hidden by her pants and smirked.

“Those pants seem to be restricting you a little too much. I think it’d be better if you got rid of them entirely.”

Wanda did not hesitate to do so, before you could see her remove it Natasha grabbed your face and made you look at her.

“Don’t forget about my reward, detka” She whispered seductively.

You kissed down her neck and nipped at her collarbone as far as the t-shirt let you.

“All of this needs to come off.” you growled, grabbing her t-shirt.

She stood back and slowly removed her top and bra. Natasha swore she heard you whimper. Smirking she removed her shorts and panties next.

“Dear lord” you breathed.

Natasha was… absolutely stunning. You felt like a teenager due to the way you just couldn’t take your eyes off her body. She went to straddle you once again and you groaned at the feeling of her heat against your thigh. Grabbing her butt, you flipped the both of you so her back was against the bed. Your breath got caught in your throat as this angle gave you the perfect view of a very naked Natasha and an equally naked Wanda. Wanda was lazily rubbing her clit, watching you and Nat interact with hooded eyes. You brought your eyes back to the goddess lying underneath you.

“Can I touch you?” You whispered, looking straight into Nat’s eyes.

Her breath hitched at the genuineness in your gaze. She realised then that if she had said no even now, you would not be upset or disappointed. The care and adoration you showed her caused a lump to form in her throat. It hit her that her feelings for you were far deeper than she realised.

“Ruin me.. please” Nat pleaded.

Wanda’s eyes widened at the sight of her girlfriend begging. Unable to bear the heat between her thighs she slowly inserted one finger in her, wanting to tease herself until you or nat touched her.

You maintained eye contact with Nat as you slowly kissed down her chest, leaving open mouth kissed around her breasts. Being careful not to touch her nipple.

“Please” Nat begged, “I need you so bad”.

You nibbled your way to her nipple and flicked your tongue against it. Nat’s reaction was immediate, back arching and a gasp. Her nipples hardened even further.

Unable to hold yourself back any further you took her nipple in your mouth and flicked it with your tongue, while simultaneously massaging her other breast with your hand.

Nat let out a loud moan. Her hands went to grab your back. You froze for a brief moment, enough for her to notice, she looked at you concerned. You merely grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

“Keep your hands to yourself, darling. Trust me it’ll feel better” you promised

Nodding, she leaned her head back against the bed and keeping her hands above her head even after you released them.

“Good girl” you praised.

Natasha blushed at the praise, then let out a yelp as you tugged her nipple with your teeth.

You proceeded to give it gentle licks in apology. You moved on to the next nipple, giving it the same treatment; gentle tugs proceeded by licks.

You slowly left a trail of bites down her body, making your way to her thighs. You reached her inner thigh and bit hard, strings of curses left Nat’s mouth as you left a deep red hickey against her pale skin. You stayed there for a moment, appreciating the sight of these two goddesses panting with pleasure, both of their eyes on you.

“Please let me touch you, Y/n. Please.” Natasha begged, gripping the bed sheet so tightly you expected it to tear.

You hummed in approval against her thigh, leaving a trail of hickeys around her intoxicating heat. Immediately Nat laced her fingers in your hair, gently urging you towards where she needed you most. She felt as though she was going to combust if you didn’t touch her soon. She had never experienced this level of desperation but it felt so good.

Finally, you licked her slit. Sending a shiver up her spine cause her to arch it reflexively. Unable to control yourself any further you took her clit into your mouth and sucked, licking it simultaneously.

“Oh my god.” She cried out, her grip in your hair tightening to a painful degree.

She canted her hips up, attempting to use your face to rub herself against but you were having none of it. You clamped your arms around her legs and held her hips in place, continuing your assault on her clit. Her moans got progressively louder, chanting yours and Wanda’s name.

You continued to taste her while you slowly inserted a finger inside her. You moaned when you felt her clench around your finger, her chest heaving as moans continue to spill out of her mouth.

“More” she gasped, “please”.

You oblige by adding two more fingers, Nat freezes and lets out a loud groan.

“So fucking full” she whispered, her hands move from your hair to grip the sheets.

Once she indicated that you can move, you begin to hammer your fingers into her stealing her breath away. Natasha lets out a scream as you begin to lick her clit rapidly. The coil in her belly tightened, her entire body tensing.

“Please please please let me cum” she begged, feeling herself about to hurtle towards what was sure to be one of the strongest orgasms of her life. You hum in approval, not stopping your movements. Nat lets out the loudest scream of the night, her pussy clenching so hard around your fingers it was almost impossible to move them. Her eyes rolled back, body spasming, unable to do anything except feel the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. She waited for you to slow down and withdraw your fingers from her but you did none of that. It hit her that you had no intention of stopping.

“Breathe, baby” she head Wanda’s voice in her head.

That’s when Nat inhaled sharply, gasping for breath. Her head spun as she could feel the pleasure start to build up again, faster this time. Tears sprung from Nat’s eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. She let out a silent scream as she came again, her vision turned white. You watched in amazement as cum gushed out of her. You cleaned up the entire mess with your tongue until you felt Nat weakly push your head away from her core.

You pulled back to admire an absolute fucked out Natasha. Tears ran her face, her chest heaving and her entire body trembling.

“Done already?” You teased, gently caressing her arm with your fingers.

“Give me.. a sec- a second.” She panted, the baby hairs stuck to her forehead in sweat.

You and Wanda let out a laugh.

“I’m just teasing, darling” you said, pecking her lips, followed by Wanda pecking her lips.

You turned to Wanda, who had an incredibly mischievous smile.

She crawled up to you and grabbed the collar of your sweatshirt.

“Please make me feel good, I’ve been edging myself all this time cause I wanted you to make me cum” She said, slight desperation in her voice.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“You didn’t cum this entire time?” You asked, partially confused but mostly impressed.

She merely nodded and slowly pulled you in by your neck. You obliged and kissed her until you both needed air. She let out a surprised gasp when you gently flicked her nipple.

“Please don’t tease me draga” she begged, eyes blown with lust.

You slowly trailed your hand down her body, groaning when you felt her wetness.

“You’re absolutely soaked, baby” you whispered into her ear.

She merely whimpered as your fingers slowly collected her wetness. It was at this moment that Nat had decided she’d recovered enough. Without anyone noticing, she’d rolled over to Wanda’s side and started kissing down the other side of her neck. Wanda sighed in pleasure at the feeling. Deeming your fingers were wet enough, you slowly rubbed circles around her clit. Wanda let out a pleased hum, gasping when Nat latched onto her nipple.

“Fuck” Wanda groaned.

You took that as a signal to go faster, her eyebrows scrunched together as her mouth opened in pleasure. Short gasps and moans left her freely. Her one hand grabbed the back of your head while the other interlocked with Nat’s free hand.

“Please” Wanda gasped, “Inside.”

You immediately thrust two fingers into her, your palm rubbing against her clit deliciously.

“Yes. Yes” She chanted, getting closer and closer.

Nat had decided it was the perfect moment to kiss Wanda senseless. The feeling of Nat kissing her and your fingers in her were too much for Wanda, she came with a loud moan. Nat greedily swallowed it all.

You slowly removed your fingers from Wanda and brought them to your mouth. Both Wanda’s and Nat’s eyes darkened as you let out a moan.

“God the both of you taste exquisite” You said hungrily.

Wanda’s breath hitched as you made your way down her body, desperate to taste her from the source.

You licked her slit, parting it with your tongue. Wanda let out whimper at the feeling. You slowly inserted your tongue in her vagina, causing Wanda to let out a low ‘fuck me’.

“I believe that’s exactly what we’re doing, kotenok” Nat replied huskily.

Wanda let out a choked moan instead of replying when your nose bumped against her clit. God the two of you were driving Wanda crazy, Nat’s nails digging into Wanda’s sides while your mouth was doing.. that. She knew she wasn’t going to last long with the way things were going, instinctively her hand grabbed the back of your head as she started grinding against your face. What was surprising was that you let her, keeping your face still while Wanda got off on it. Her moans got higher in pitch as she neared her climax, her glossy eyes drifted to Natasha. Nat immediately understood what her girlfriend was searching for.

“You can cum for us, kotenok” she said, pulling Wanda into a deep kiss.

Wanda saw stars as she came, back arching and loud muffled moans leaving her mouth. You gradually slowed tongue-fucking her, letting Wanda set the pace. Eventually Wanda came to a stop, she looked at you and felt her core clench. The sight of you, hooded eyes and mouth glistening with her cum.

Fear gripped Wanda as you stood up and started walking away from the bed.

“You’re not leaving, right?” She said, feeling especially vulnerable.

You paused, turning back to her with a reassuring smile.

“I’m just getting a cloth to clean you both” you said softly.

“This also happens to be my room, darling” you added teasingly.

Wanda blushed and nodded meekly, slapping Natasha when she laughed. Nat looked at her with a raised eyebrow, Wanda merely gulped and looked away.

You returned a moment later with two washcloths, you kneeled beside Wanda and cleaned her up. She let out a slight hiss from the sensitivity to which you kissed her stomach in apology.

Nat didn’t say anything as you moved to her once you finished with Wanda, she wouldn’t admit it but she enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. Once they were all cleaned up, you gave them some shorts and oversized t-shirts to sleep in.

Nat frowned as you gave them water bottles and started to prepare for bed.

“We didn’t get to do anything for you..” She said out loud.

Wanda, too, looked back at you. You merely shook your head slightly.

“Tonight was about the two of you. We can focus on me some other time” you said with a slightly sad smile.

Neither said anything as they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

The three of you eventually cuddled up in bed and slowly drifted off to sleep, you being the last one to go to sleep.

Natasha woke covered in sweat, her heart pounding, and her chest heaving. Nightmares of the red room plagued her sleep. She got up with a quiet sigh, she looked over to see you sleeping on your back and Wanda’s leg over yours, quiet snores escaping the witch. Nat allowed herself to soak in the feeling of completeness before getting up and going to the common room. Thankfully Tony had installed a coffee machine and a kettle in every common room so she didn’t have to go to the kitchen just to make herself some tea. She sat with her mug and looked at the stars, tears falling down her face as the memories of that place washed over her.

Nat’s body stiffened when she heard footsteps make their way to common room only to relax when she realised it was you. She smiled, knowing you were making your footsteps heavy on purpose so she would know someone was coming. She would’ve known regardless, but she definitely appreciated the gesture.

Soon you popped your head in and knocked softly against the wall.

“Can I join you?” You asked softly.

Nat nodded, her heart warming at your thoughtfulness.

You sat beside her in comfortable silence, gazing at the stars and leaning against each other.

Eventually you broke the silence.

“Do you feel like talking about what happened?” You asked gently.

Nat merely shrugged.

“I had a nightmare about my graduation ceremony at the red room” she said sadly.

You looked at her slightly confused. You weren’t be surprised that someone as smart and worldly as Nat had a college degree, you were, however, confused at the name of the institution.

“The red room is where Natasha was forced to train as an assassin, detka” Wanda said.

You flinched at her voice, not having heard her enter. Natasha obviously had but since it was Wanda she didn’t mind it. Wanda walked and sat on Nat’s other side, intertwining their hands.

“They trained me to be a monster” Nat muttered.

You frowned.

“You’re not a monster N-“ you began

“You don’t know that.” She interrupted exasperated. She got up and started pacing around.

“You don’t know me. The things they did to me, the things that I’ve done. The people I have killed. My ledger is dripping red. I try my hardest to help people but it never makes up for the fact that I’ve killed people in cold blood. When a widow graduates the red room, they make sure that the widows.. can’t have kids..”

Nat’s eyes make contact with your teary ones.

Before Natasha could continue, she was engulfed by a hug from her front and back. Unable to hold back any longer, Nat let her tears flow freely. The three of you slowly sit on the ground hugging each other. When the tears stopped, you pulled back a little bit.

“You’re not a monster, darling” you reassured her.

“But I’ve killed people. Not just bad people but innocent people.” Nat said weakly.

“I know, sweetie. But something tells me that the innocents you killed weren’t by choice. And I’m well aware that you’ve killed people. It doesn’t bother me when you kill bad people. Like that Hydra guy yesterday” you told them.

Their heads snapped up in surprise.

“You knew?” Wanda asked slowly.

“I thought you had passed out?” Natasha asked, frowning.

You chuckled.

“I had” you admitted, “but I could feel it when he died.”

Natasha gaped at you, “You can do that?”

“Kind of but that’s not the point.”

“What do you mea-“

“Anyway” you said sternly.

Both Nat and Wanda grumbled about how they were definitely going to have this conversation with you. You seemed to have a habit of not divulging your abilities forthright even with them.

You continued, “You were right about one thing, Nat.. I don’t know you.. Either of you. I think we’ve jumped into this head first. Maybe we should spend some time getting to know each other..”

The other two agreed. Five minutes later, the three of you sat on the ground facing each other next to the coffee table. Each holding a cup of coffee since no one was planning on sleeping.

You took turns asking each other questions.

Natasha spoke about the red room; how they would force the girls to fight until one emerged victorious. She spoke about her younger sister Yelena, how Nat and Clint fought to destroy the Red Room.

Wanda spoke about her and Pietro volunteering for the program, how she was frequently overwhelmed by everyone’s thoughts at the time. She spoke about how her parents used to make the family watch sitcoms to learn speaking in English, and how the Stark missile killed her parents and how they waited in the rubble for two days, unable to move as the final bomb continued to beep but didn’t explode.

You spoke about how after waking up from the entire soul stone ordeal, you walked to another city, unable to handle the memories of your sister at the orphanage. You slowly discovered you powers when you saw a sick cat on the street, in attempt to comfort her you stroked her head and wished you could help her somehow. To your surprise the cats body started glowing white and soon it had run off completely healthy, unfortunately you had spent the rest of the day in an alley unable to move. When they asked you how you knew the hydra goon died, you told them that souls passing into the afterlife was similar to Wanda hearing people’s thoughts. You just get a feeling and the closer they are to you the stronger it gets. Since time works a little differently with souls, a large amount of souls passing into the afterlife at once fills you with overwhelming panic. It wasn’t always before the event occurred, sometimes during, while sometimes a little later. As for all your abilities, you said you weren’t entirely sure of them as you were still discovering them. Wanda agreed as her powers also seemed to grow gradually, scaring her sometimes.

Eventually the conversation became lighter, less emotionally taxing. The three of you spoke of your likes and dislikes. You then asked the question; if you could have a ‘thing’ with any other avenger, who would it be.

Natasha admitted how she flirted with Steve a while back, and how she briefly had feelings for Bruce.

Wanda remembered how she had a brief moment with Vision during the battle of Sokovia, how she felt a special connection with him because of the mind stone. Nat’s response was to grumble about how Wanda could ever have feelings about a damn toaster to which you just laughed.

You told them how you were a raging homosexual. The mere thought of being intimate with a boy made you shudder. They laughed at your expression, but froze when you said you’d never actually been with anyone.

“Um detka.. we literally had sex a few hours ago?” Wanda said frowning.

“I know” came the reply, “I merely meant um.. I’ve never let someone.. you know.. touch me”

Both of their eyes widened at the implication, you suddenly found the floor incredibly interesting.

“Is it because of your scars?” Natasha asked gently.

Your head shot up in surprise.

“How did you..”

“We didn’t see the entire thing. It’s just that your sweatshirt practically shredded after the mission. That’s why I draped my jacket over you.” Wanda reassured you.

“So everyone saw it? Why didn’t anyone say something?” You breathed, your chest started to feel tighter and breathing was became more of an issue.

Noticing this, both women immediately came to your side. Wanda gently stroked your arm while Nat softly told you to follow her breaths.

Once you calmed down you attempted to explain yourself but they just kissed you.

“You don’t have to explain yourself. Ever. You can always talk to us about it but we would never force you to talk or explain.” Wanda promised.

Your stomach grumbled loudly. Your face burned, whereas Wanda merely smiled.

“Is our little detka hungry?” She cooed.

“I’m bigger than both of you” you grumbled

Nat snorted in response.

Wanda gave you an affectionate kiss on your forehead, then to Natasha who just pulled her in for a kiss. Wanda pulled back after a bit and told the both of you to come to the kitchen in the next fifteen minutes while she prepares an early breakfast.

After she left, you just sat with Natasha.

“By the way..” You began, “about your graduation ceremony-“

“No.” Nat cut you off.

You looked confused.

“But I could help you-“

“No y/n. I don’t want you to feel that pain. Absolutely not. It’s something that happened to me and I have to live with it.” She said sternly, standing up.

You stood up with her, holding her hands.

“Nat from what you’ve told us, you were under anaesthesia. If you didn’t feel the pain, then I won’t either.” You tried to reassure her.

She looked at you in the eye.

“Have you ever healed a surgery before? Can you promise me it wont hurt you? I- I can’t have you go through that. It would break me. Please” she whispered.

“Sweetheart” you said as you pulled her into a hug, “I would never force you to do anything. Those… fuckers took away your choice. I’m merely giving it back. Of course I won’t do it if you don’t want to. I just want to give you the option so it doesn’t have to affect you like it does.” You said rubbing her back gently.

Nat nodded, but didn’t say anything. She leaned in to kiss you, which you readily reciprocated. You found yourself guiding her to the sofa, you pinned her arms above her out of habit.

“What if someone comes in?” Nat whispered, looking at the door.

You looked up to see the sun had risen, but it was still pretty early.

“We won’t do anything extreme” you promised.

When Nat nodded, you leaned in to kiss her. Before you could, your body was wrenched from on top of hers and Nat watched in horror as you fell back and hit the wall, hard. A small splatter of blood against the wall where your head hit it made Nat’s heart drop. She remembered how you’d said that head injuries were the worst.. She looked to see who did it only to find Bruce glaring at you, breathing heavy. His veins had a faint green shade which was growing stronger by the second.

Bruce was on the verge of hulk-ing out.. because of you.

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fungifanart · 9 months ago

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And I'll Keep On Dancing

Characters: Male reader, Zayne

CW: Heart problems

Word count: 642

Notes: Greetings Love and Deepspace fandom. I come bearing a gift. I hope it is to your liking. (@ameleii / @leichor get behind me)

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Considering the consistent tardiness of a certain regular patient, Zayne's learned to have low expectations for the rest of them, but, of course, this doesn't stop his current patient from surprising him by arriving 20 minutes early.

Having already gotten his exam equipment ready, he tells the receptionist to send the patient up.

After another couple minutes, in walks, slightly unsteadily, a man not too much younger than Zayne who carefully sits across from the doctor.

"Y/n L/n." Zayne says while skimming over the man's medical records, "Here for a checkup after a mild heart attack."

"T-that's right." The other man says while fidgeting, "I guess I went too hard when I was practicing my dance routine for an upcoming performance, so...here we are."

"I see." Zayne says, "Your records say that you have no history of heart problems or conditions, so this may be an isolated incident. However, we still need to check for abnormalities and I have some medicines to prescribe you regardless." He finishes while picking up his first tool.

After the tests are done, Zayne begins writing down the results in silence, which is then broken by the other man clearing his throat.

"So, uh, doctor?" He asks hesitantly, drawing Zayne's attention, "Do you know how long it'll take for my heart to recover?"

Setting his clipboard down, Zayne turns towards the other man, "Fortunately, the side effects of the heart attack are light enough that it should only take a maximum of 3 weeks to fully heal, provided that you don't exert yourself beyond walking and climbing up stairs.”

He begins turning away upon finishing his sentence, thinking his assessment would prove satisfactory, but then his patient's distressed voice fills the room.

"WH-- Three weeks?! That's such a long time! How am I supposed to get ready for my dance performance if I can't even practice for three whole weeks???" Y/n exclaims with his hands on his head.

Feeling frustrated, Zayne turns back towards his patient, "First, I said a MAXIMUM of three weeks. Meaning there's a possibility that you'll be healed before then. Second, I fail to comprehend your obsession with something as frivolous as dancing."

With an offended gasp, the other man quickly goes on the offensive, "Ex-CUSE me, doctor, but A) it's my JOB to make this performance look good and B) have you NEVER experienced the magic of a well-executed dance performance? I can't deprive that of the people who paid money to see it!"

"I have not, nor do I have any interest in such things." Zayne replies bluntly while going back to writing his notes.

"Tch, I'll bet you're fun at parties, Dr. Killjoy." The other man says with puffed-out cheeks, causing the doctor's hand to stumble slightly.

"Killjoy...?" Zayne says as the lead on his pencil snaps.

"You heard me. There's not a drop of whimsy or wonder in that soul of yours, is there?" Y/n says while crossing his arms at him.

"Hmph, and you think watching a dance performance could give me this 'whimsy' you're so fond of?" Zayne asks while brushing the lead pieces off his clipboard dismissively.

"I do, actually." Y/n says while puffing out his chest, "Once my heart's recovered, you can come to my performance, gain a new perspective on life and tell me your thoughts afterwards!"

"You say that like I'd take the time out of my busy schedule for that in the first place." Zayne responds curtly.

"Aww, is someone afwaid of twying something new?" The other man says mockingly.

Not one to be looked down on, Zayne relents, "Very well. I'll go along with this little delusion of yours, if only to prove that such things don't have as much influence as you seem to think."

"Heh, it's a date, then." The man says triumphantly.

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gg-neptune · 5 months ago

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Sevy Helping with a Flare Up

A/N: So, this is based off my struggle with the illness' I have. I have a few that they just make it hard to function sometimes and life all around painful. I usually have to just push through, but I hope this can bring comfort to anyone else who struggles with chronic illness as well or if your just tired. I know this can't be specific to everyone so I based it off mine and my struggles I am sorry if you cannot relate. This is more of what I wish someone would do to me when I wake up and feel like ughhhhhhhhhhh. I hope you enjoy <3333. Thank you for all the support feedback is welcome :))

Word: 1.0k

He would do everything he could think of for you

Acts of Service king

He wants to lighten your load and make things easier for you in general

When you have a flare up or it’s just a bad day, he’s all over trying to do everything he can to help you

Want a bath? He’s already got it run. Want a massage? He’s got a massage bed, don't ask where from? Want food? Five course meals eat as much or as little as you want. Want to complain? He’s a licensed therapist.

You simply want to lay in bed and let tears slowly drip down your face as you contemplate the point of continuing life if this is what your life will be like? He will be there holding you in his arms wiping away your tears pressing a kiss or two to your face reassuring you that this is going to pass.

He always is on you about taking your meds too

He always remembers

And any potion he can possibly think of that will help you he will brew immediately and have a stock of it at all times if it proves to be helpful

If you have headaches, he will be quieter than you knew a human could

His chest is always open to you, and you are always welcome to come rest your head upon it when music it too loud, but you need some noise

Recently it seemed as if your body had been slowing down

Every movement took so much out of you it was a struggle to move your limbs not to mention the pain shooting through your body when you would make a bigger movement than usual

The overwhelming feeling of fatigue was taking over your body as well after being in so much pain for almost 2 weeks by now with no sign of it getting better your body was giving out

So, when you awoke on that warm Monday morning attempting to sit up and immediately feeling a pain shoot through your lower back up to your shoulder through your elbow you knew you were screwed

Whining at the feeling you try to stretch a bit to alleviate the pain to no avail

Severus moves at the sound of you being in pain, immediately being awoken

“Are you ok?” He asks gently, bringing his hand up to rub circles over your shoulders

“Do I sound ok to you?” you respond in a snippy voice. The immediate pain first thing in the morning putting you in a foul mood

He winced at the sound of your voice, “What hurts?”

“Everything,” you groan out before easing your way back down into the bed resting your head on the pillow, pulling the covers over your head. “I just don’t feel good, sorry I’m being pissy.”

“It’s ok, I understand It’s not your fault.”

“It’s no excuse.”

The man leans down over you putting part of his weight on you hoping to help you, “I forgive you it’s ok.” He gently whispers in your ear his warm breath casting over your ear tickling you slightly

You simply hum in response not having the energy to respond to him fully, your head was aching dully it was like your body had been beaten and was now bruised and recovering, but it would forever be recovering, never healing

“Do you want some breakfast,” his deep voice asked you gently, his hands now running lightly through your hair which in response you swatted him away not wanting your tender head to be touched

“No, I feel like I’m going to be sick,” the thought of any type of food getting anywhere near you immediately making bile raise in your throat luckily you were able to swallow it back down

“Do you want me to just leave you alone and let you sleep,” he asked sarcastically a hint of knowing in his voice though already aware what your response would be

“I have classes to teach today.”

“I’ll tell Albus he’ll find someone to cover just go back to sleep alright? Let me take care of it I’ll be back in a moment,” he whispers to you before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips savoring every second and then carefully removing himself from on top of you, tucking you in making sure the blankets fully covered you

You stare into the abyss for a while not being able to fall asleep for quite a while, despite your exhaustion and desperation to sleep and to rest your body would not go to sleep, so instead you opt for staring into the wall

Music would be too loud right now, but the silence is deafening

Finally, you hear Severus enter quietly, his footsteps light and soft in case you were asleep

He carefully peeks into your shared bedroom to see if you were asleep

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Can’t,” you grumble out irritably before rising up slowly, some of the pain having subsided by now allowing you to get out of bed

Almost until you stand and suddenly all of the blood in your head rushes out of your head and you immediately start to sway, this has happened so many times however you are used to locking up and steadying yourself

Severus will quickly realize this and rush to your size placing his hand on your power back to steady you and his other hand on your shoulder. He supported you until you were able to stand on your own still helping you to the couch borderline carrying

You make your way to the couch (with his help) and tuck your legs underneath you, trying to retain heat in the cold room

“Would you like me to run you a bath,” he asks still talking quietly not wanting to hurt your head

You nod the thought of the warmth of the water enveloping being very comforting and soothing right now

He has one of his fists clenched as he walks over to you, he holds it out to you

"What is that?"

"Your pills," he states. You had forgotten about them completely. Dropping them in your hand before going to run your bath.

Situating yourself in the water allowing it to wash away some of the dull aching all over, Severus say crisscrossed right outside leaning his head against his hand

“I wish there was more I could do for you,” he said quietly his voice laced with empathy the thought of you being in pain and him not doing enough not being a comforting idea for him

“You do more for me than I would’ve ever done for me.”

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tenderleavesbob · 6 months ago

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Hyrule's era broke Legend's heart. It upset everyone, but Hyrule knew that it hurt Legend the most. No one was sure of everyone's place in the timeline, although Hyrule thought that both Time and Warriors knew more than they let on, but everyone was pretty sure that Hyrule's era took place after Legend's. Legend looked at Hyrule's era, plagued by blood and shadows, and saw only his own failure.

There was so much pain and grief in Hyrule's era, but there was light and hope, too. Hyrule fought hard to show everyone that. People were hurt but healing. The land was poisoned but was recovering. They were leaving Ganon's shadow to walk into the light.

The dangers remained very real, though, and too many wounds bled in a way Hyrule's magic couldn't heal. Hyrule still had to try.

The gash on Warriors's arm was deep and had bled more than Hyrule liked. Warriors wouldn't let him touch him until after the others were healed. He said it wasn't that bad and it wasn't life-threatening. Both were true. Warriors was a selfless man and always wanted everyone else tended first. That was true, too. Neither was the reason that Hyrule agreed and let Warriors sit beside Time until everyone else was healed.

Warriors's shield took the brunt of the hit, but his lower arm was badly bruised and blood still streamed from his upper arm. Time stopped applying pressure when Hyrule returned to them. Hyrule watched Time look at Warriors and raise an eyebrow, and he watched how Time didn't go to check on Twilight until Warriors nodded.

'I'm okay,' Warriors was saying. 'It's okay.'

It reminded Hyrule of all the wounds his magic couldn't touch as he knelt beside Warriors. Time had helped strip Warriors enough that Hyrule could assess Warriors's injuries. Hyrule kept his own hands above Warriors's skin and avoided direct contact. "You're going to need to rest," Hyrule said. "We have time before dinner if you want to take a nap. Sky is already sleeping."

Warriors smiled at him. It would be so easy to think he was fine. "I'm tired but not that tired, Traveler. Thank you, though."

Hyrule smiled back and watched the bleeding slowly stop. It had to feel strange but Warriors didn't show it. He rarely did. "No sword practice for the rest of the day! Don't pick up anything heavy with this arm. I'll check it out again in the morning, okay?"

"Of course." Warriors said it easily. The first time Hyrule had healed Warriors, he had been so tense that Hyrule was afraid he was only going to make things worse. Warriors kept watching Hyrule for sudden movements and only grew tenser if Hyrule accidentally touched his skin. He was better now. Hyrule could even hug him sometimes.

Some wounds only time could heal. Hyrule didn't like it, but he accepted it.

When the gash was healed, Hyrule moved his hands down to Warriors's bruised forearm, but Warriors pulled away. "It's just a bad bruise. There's no reason for you to tire yourself out over it."

"I'm not tired yet, and I want to." Hyrule didn't move, though, until Warriors sighed and relented. He didn't heal without permission. He didn't touch without permission.

Hyrule met some people on his travels who were wounded in ways he didn't understand at first. He didn't understand the whispers or why some people were so frightened of him. He never thought of himself as scary. He didn't understand how the clothes were torn but there were no matching wounds on the skin. He didn't understand why some people looked at other people just like they looked at the monsters.

It took time, but he understood. He tried to learn new ways to heal.

It didn't take long for the bruise to fade from Warriors's arm. Hyrule grinned at Warriors, and something inside him lit up when Warriors smiled back, tired but sincere. "Thank you, Rulie."

"You're welcome, Captain. If you don't want to sleep, Four found some books in the last town."

It was slow going, but sometimes, healing took time. Hyrule hoped that Legend and Warriors both understood that. One day, everything would be okay again.

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dearmantis · 2 years ago

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So I stayed in the darkness with you

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x wife!Reader

Summary: When you finally wake up and the joy of seeing your husband alive and well dies down you have a conversation you've always wanted to avoid.

Warnings: mentions of death, murder and violence, mentions of grisha persecution, this is not a healthy relationship but they love each other very much, slight gaslighting, mentions of human trafficking

Word Count: 3.6k words

Authors Note: I really thought I would never write this, but I'm having a rare moment where I crave comfort. Also, a few people asked for this (and apparently, some people cried after part 2??? I'm so sorry about that I hope you guys are alright now!). I think this is the end of this? Its not the ending I expected when I first wrote the A lost embrace one shot but it is where we ended up. I hope you guys like it :) I'm not a native English speaker and this isn't edited.

The title of this part (and the name of the series) is from Cosmic Love by Florence + the Machine

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When you wake up, it's to the sound of a few birds chirping outside and waves crashing against rocks. You don't open your eyes for a while, instead choosing to enjoy the soft atmosphere around you, letting yourself glide into consciousness slowly and carefully.

It's warm and soft, wherever you are. You feel safe.

Your arms and legs still feel a bit sore even without trying to move them, so you simply breathe in and back out, enjoying the fresh air that faintly smells of lavender, salt and rosemary.

With every minute you spend laying there, eyes still tightly closed, you notice more things around you.

A weak breeze moves the leaves on a tree outside. Occasionally, you can hear muffled steps coming from somewhere other than wherever you are right now. Someone other than you is in the room, fabric rustling quietly when they move. You're not afraid.

It takes a while until you feel ready to try and open your eyes, and when you do, your gaze imediately and instinctively move to the chair next to your bed where your husband is waiting for you, his dark eyes glued to your face and a glass of water in his hand. He's not wearing his kefta, you notice. Just a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Not a single speck of gold is visible on him.

A small smile charms itself onto your lips before you can stop it.

"Do you feel ready to rejoin the world of the living?" he asks quietly, waiting for your nod before reaching over to hold the glass of water against your lips.

You empty the glass quickly, your dry throat desperate for any kind of liquid. He takes the glass away slowly, moving to fill it up with more water before placing it back against your lips.

You drink three glasses of water that way. That's how much you need to drink to banish the itching from your throat. Damn those soldiers.

"How long... how long was I asleep?" You ask after Aleksander places the glass back down on the nightstand next to the bed. He doesn't respond for a while, instead moving carefully to check if your body is fully tucked in and warm under the thick blanket covering your body.

"Two weeks," He answers finally while he shuffles around. "You were woken up a few times to make sure you eat and drink, but I doubt you remember that. Fedyor thought it was best if your body got time to recover energy on its own. The two weeks in the cage, the torture, the starving and dehydration, lack of sleep, and even the healing took a huge toll on your body."

The Shadow Summoner moves back to his chair, but before he sits down, he checks if your pillow is fluffy, his gaze awfully serious considering his current task.

Letting the information settle for a bit, you look around in the room you're in. You don't recognize where you are. The old, dark wooden floors are new to you, just like the walls decorated with small drawings and letters you're too far away from to read. When you look outside, you see the ocean.

"Where are we?"

Your hand moves to grab Aleksanders wrist before he can step back to sit down on his chair again, carefully pulling him closer towards you. He looks tired, deep shadows visible below his dark eyes. He needs to rest, probably more than you do, considering you apparently slept for two full weeks. A small, amused smile finds its way onto his lips before he carefully moves to sit down next to you on the large bed you're occupying. You move to give him space, encouraging him to lay down instead of sitting.

"I'll be more relaxed if you're next to me," you reason when he tries to argue, and the mighty, dangerous Darkling gives in, slipping under your blanket and resting his head next to yours on the pillows. You're still mad at him, a deep-rooted hatred for him burning deep in your chest, hotter than the sun itself, but feeling him next to you is nice. It almost feels safe.

Once he settles down, he answers, his voice even quieter and softer than it was before.

"In Fjerda. Kenst Hjerte, to be exact."

Ulla. You're with Ulla. Outside of Ravka. Away from everything he has built. Away from his sun summoner.

"Ivan is still in Ravka with a few others to make sure that no Grisha are left in cages. The rest is up here."

You want to say something, like acknowledge the fact that it must've been almost impossible to move a large group of Grisha through Fjerda undetected, but you don't want to interrupt him. He has that far away look in his eyes, and you assume this must be the first time he's letting himself actually work through and think over the events of the past month.

"Ulla wasn't particularly excited to see such a huge group, you can probably imagine. She has never been fond of company, after all, but she accepted it as long as she could stay away, and I don't tell anyone about her presence."

A smirk appears on his lips, and his eyes find yours. "The last bit that convinced her was the absence of Baghra, of course. As soon as she found out that she was still in Ravka, she was suddenly alright with everyone staying as long as the group doesn't pull attention towards the islands, and no one get's close to her."

Mirroring his smile, you watch him for a few seconds, carefully turning your body to lay on its side.

"So we're hiding again."

Aleksander opens his mouth to respond, probably ready to justify his decision, not realising that he doesn't have to. You're glad. Disappearing back into hiding is arguably the first sensible decision he has made since the sun summoner showed up. You're just surprised that he got to this decision himself. He's usually not someone who admits defeat, at least not without you forcing him to. You expected him to do something stupid, like try to fight the entire First Army and the Sun Summomer on his own and get killed in the process.

"I've never really been in hiding before, not since I was a child, at least. Most of the others never had to be. This will probably be really weird, but I'm excited to learn. Are we going to stay here or move somewhere else?"

He seems a bit surprised by the fact that you're not against his decision, pausing for a few seconds to study your facial expressions before he answers.

"I hope to stay here as long as possible, but we have to be prepared to leave any minute. I hope that Ivans group can collect the last Grisha that don't want to serve Vasily and come up here without attracting too much attention, but it's impossible to tell if that will work out."

You nod slowly, carefully putting together a picture of what has happened in the month that you've been out of the loop.

"Do you think there's a risk that Vasily could find out that we're hiding here and tell the Grimjer family? Maybe as an offering of some kind to kindle peace between Ravka and Fjerda and end the war?"

The darkness that flickers in his eyes for just a second makes clear that he has thought about that possibility as well. It would make sense, after all. Give up the Darkling, his wife, and the Grisha that side with them in exchange for peace. You are all considered enemies of the ravkan royal family anyway, so it wouldn't be a loss for Vasily.

"The risk is always there, but I have hope that the preparation of the royal wedding will distract everyone enough to make sure that we can get everyone out of the country without anyone noticing. The people want to celebrate their sun queen and hope for a better future. It should be easy for skilled soldiers to get through and out of the country unnoticed."

It takes you a few seconds until you realize what he just said, and when you finally do, a confused frown appears on your face.

"Sun queen? Is Vasily marrying Alina?"

Aleksander nods.

"And you're not... you're not on your way to rip him to shreds and take her for yourself?"

He let's out a long, loud sigh and turns his head to look at the ceiling, choosing to stay silent for so long that you start to believe that he's not going to respond at all. The only proof that you have that he's actively thinking about his response are the shadows slowly crawling over the floor and walls, swallowing the room and covering you under the familiar blanket of his very own darkness.

You have spent many private moments like this, cloaked by his powers, including your first kiss, your first time sleeping together, and your wedding night. As long as he controls his shadows, you will always have a home.

When he finally does speak, it's soft and light as a feather, his voice drifting through the air like an ancient melody.

"In those two weeks where I was convinced I would be too late, that you were dead, I learned something very important about myself."

Behind him, the shadows crawl up to cover the window, swallowing the last bit of light in the room.

"You are part of me the same way the shadows are part of me. Even if I hate you and you hate me, I can't change that. Losing you would be like losing a vital organ. Even if you chose to despise me for eternity, to never speak to me again, I need to be around you. I'm not fully myself if I'm not with you, sweet girl. You are part of me, just like I hope I am part of you."

You can't see him, but you can hear how he turns his head to look at you. "You can hate your heart and your powers as much as you want, you can't get rid of either. You need both to survive. And I need you the same way."

If anyone else, literally anyone else in the whole world had said this to you, you would've laughed so loud that you could still hear it in the Fold, but hearing those words come out of Aleksanders mouth, especially in that tone, makes you pause.

You know how he sounds when he lies, how his tone shifts to make every word sound just a bit smoother, a bit more convincing, but none of those signs are noticeable now. It's just his voice, in the same, normal, serious tone he uses during important discussions. The same tone he uses when he marries you once every hundred years.

"I have waited many centuries for the sun summoner. I can wait a few more if that means I can keep you with me."

The shadows retreat from the window, letting sunlight back into the room, but they continue to cover the walls, floor, and ceiling.

The light shows you his facial expression, the warm smile that softens his features and smooths the wrinkles in his skin.

"And what if I don't want to stay with you?" You ask quietly, afraid that you could shatter the atmosphere if you speak too loudly. "You hurt me a lot, Aleksander. I don't think I can do this again. What do I do if you randomly decide that you actually want the sun summoner more than me? If you leave me behind? What do I do if she dies and a new sun summoner appears in 300 years and you fall in love with them as well? I can't be your little bed warmer that fills the space next to you until your sun summoner comes back. I'm not strong enough to go through this again. Not tomorrow, not in twenty years, not in a thousand years. I can't do it again."

You try to turn away from him, but before you even get the chance to move, he wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you on top of him, every inch of your body touching his. His large hands cup your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"What can I do to prove to you that I will never leave you again?" he asks earnestly, and you can't stop yourself from whispering as you harshly move your head to escape from his grasp, your voice so quiet that it barely makes a sound at all.

"Kill Alina"

Your husband laughs, this time louder, amusement clear in his gaze as he grasps your face once more to make sure your eyes meet his.

"What was that, little wife?"

"What?"

"What you just said. You said something about Alina."

"No, I didn't. What are you talking about? Why would I talk about her while I'm lying on top of you? You must be hallucinating because of how exhausted you are." Your face contorts with mock concern, and Aleksander scoffs, swatting your hand away when you try to touch his face the way he's touching yours. "You should really sleep, my love. This isn't healthy for you at all. Come on, let's sleep. Good night."

You lean forward to press a quick good night kiss onto his lips – more of a peck than a kiss, really – when his grip on your face suddenly tightens, a loud squeak leaving your lips as he pushes you off of him and positions himself above you, switching your positions.

For a few seconds, you just stare at each other, taking each other in for a few seconds until Aleksander slowly bends down to press his lips against yours.

It's a soft kiss. Slow and sweet with an underlying bitterness that you want to ignore but can't.

His weight on you is familiar despite the fact that he isn't crushing you into the mattress the way he usually would, holding himself up with his arms to keep the majority of his weight off of your still recovering body.

When he finally lifts his head and ends the kiss, you smile at him for a second before seriousness washes the softness from your face.

"I'm serious, Sasha. You hurt me. A lot. And I'm not strong enough to withstand this again. If you want your sun summoner, tell me now. I won't even leave, I promise, so you can just tell me. I just want to be prepared, please." Unshed tears fill your eyes, turning your sight blurry as you stare up at your husband who simply watches you, his own face focused solely on you, face blank like a sheet of paper as he listens to your words.

"You left me. After more than 200 years together, you left me for a child. You lied to me and deceived me, pushed me to the side, and ignored me. Two centuries of partnership thrown away because of her. How am I supposed to ever trust you again?"

You regret letting him turn you now. Sitting on top of him gave you a bit of strength, made you feel stronger and bigger than you really are, especially right now in your weakened state. Now you feel small, caged in by his body and his watchful gaze that you're unable to escape. Pathetic, that's how you feel. You should be stronger than this by now, yet here you are, fighting back tears like a child.

"What if you suddenly decide you want her instead of me in a year or two? Do I have to put myself into a life-threatening situation just to remind you that I'm apparently important to you? What will it take next time? All of Fjerda hunting me? Getting sold like cattle in Ketterdam? Experiments in Shu Han? Is that what needs to happen to keep you interested in me? Because that's not worth it, Aleksander. I love you, I do, but I deserve better than that."

He doesn't react for a while, his eyes simply studying your face while he thinks over his response. After a few minutes, he lets himself sink down next to you, laying back on his side, his gaze still glued to you.

Aleksanders dark eyes do not move from you for what feels like hours, taking in every pore, every wrinkle, every bit of texture, taking his time to catalogue every single milimetre of your face in his mind.

He watches how you try to blink away your tears, angry at yourself for showing weakness in a moment where you have to be strong, and he hates himself for pushing you so far away from his heart that you feel like being vulnerable around him, showing weakness in from of your own husband, is a mistake.

He watches you bite your chapped lips, tearing the flesh and covering your front teeth with a bit of blood. An act of self-punishment or a nasty habit you may have developed while he was occupied with Alina? He hates himself more for not being able to answer that question.

It takes a while, but then his hands move to cup your face, holding you like a precious gem, his rough hands suddenly softer than cotton.

Aleksander doesn't tear up like you do. His hands don't shake, and his voice doesn't break when he speaks, but you can feel his sincerity ringing in the air like a bell.

"I'm sorry."

He apologized several times when he found you. Panicked, pained apologies filled with dread and relief and more fear than anyone should be able to feel. But now he's calm. He's not scared of death ripping you out of his grasp in the next minute, isn't trying to lift some of his own guilt off his shoulders before you die in his arms. He had two weeks of processing his thoughts on his own. He had time to think over every mistake he has made, and he intends to right them, starting with you and what he has done to you.

"I'm sorry that I ever made you feel like you weren't enough. I'm sorry for acting like you aren't enough. I'm sorry for forgetting how much greater you are than me. You are and will always be the most precious thing in my life, the most wonderful thing the making could've ever given me. I am a foolish man, but I should know better than that. And you shouldn't forgive me. I do not deserve forgiveness, but I can't help but hope for it anyway. I pray that you find it in your endlessly kind heart to give me one last chance. If you do, my love, my beautiful, wonderful, perfect little wife, I swear I'll make you queen. I will end the Lantsov line and kill the sun summoner and give you the country we once called home. I will give you anything you want, I promise it."

A loud sob tears through your throat, tears running freely over your face and soaking into the pillow below you as you listen to him bear his old, rotten heart and soul to you.

"I don't want the throne," you rasp out. "I just want you. That's all I've ever wanted."

"I know. And I failed to give it to you, but I promise that this will never happen again. Kill me if it does. Stab me in the heart while I sleep, poison my food, slit my throat. I swear that I will not defend myself. Bring my head to the Apparat and let him turn you into a Saint if I betray you again, my love, but please give me this one chance to prove myself to you. I will not fail you again, I swear it."

You almost laugh at that, but the shimmering in his eyes stops you before you can even smile. It's like he's fighting himself to make sure he doesn't cry, reminding you that this is serious.

"I will actually do it, you hear me? If you betray me again, I will rally the Grisha against you. Ulla, too, while I'm at it. They like me more than you anyway. I'll chop your head off and give it to the Apparat and become Sankta Y/N of the dawn or whatever they end up calling me. I'll make sure there are thousands of paintings of how I murdered you. And I'll make it seem like it was easy, too. I'll tell them I overpowered you effortlessly and cut your heart out while you confessed your love to me or something. All of Ravka will make fun of how you died. It'll overshadow the horror stories about the Black Heretic. You will become the joke of a whole nation."

He smiles softly. "I would expect nothing less of you, my love."

You mirror his smile weakly, eyes flickering down to his lips twice before slowly leaning in. Aleksander waits for you, refusing to move while your breath ghosts over his lips.

"Are you sure?" he asks, waiting for you to decide what to do. The tension between you two is heavy, your nose filling with his oh so familiar scent with every breath you take.

"I am," you answer almost silently. "I don't forgive you, not yet. But I think I can give you one last chance. I think I can do it."

Laughing weakly, you continue, "Especially now that I'm allowed to murder you if you betray my trust again."

He hums, his nose brushing softly against yours as he waits for you to confirm your decision.

When you do, your lips pressing against his, it tastes like ash and death, like destruction and poison and chocolate and peace and promises.

It tastes like sin. It tastes like coming home. It tastes like love.

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#aleksander morozova x reader #general kirigan x reader #darkling x reader #the darkling x reader

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wanderer-six · 1 year ago

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Careful Care (for @pb-jellybeans)

AN: some sweet forehead-kissing with Rex for @pb-jellybeans!!! I hope I did our wonderful captain justice, u deserve nothing less than all of the love he has to offer ♥♥

Relationships: Captain Rex x Medic!Reader (I imagined a fem!reader while writing, but re-reading I don't see anything gendered. Pls let me know if you catch something, and I'll flag accordingly!!)

Summary: You and the captain have silently pined for one another what feels like forever now. When he lingers in the medbay a few moments too long, you know just the medicine he needs.

WARNINGS: very very very light and nondescript injury mention

Word Count: ~1.1k

The eve of battle is bitter, but sweetened only by the fact that you can see him off.

The cold, sterile walls of the medbay feel warm and homey while you care for Captain Rex within them. With deft and gentle fingers, you apply a bacta patch to the wound on his shoulder. As you smooth the bandage down along the grooves of his muscle, you sigh, shooting him a wary smirk.

“This wound will take longer to heal if you’re carrying it in battle, you know,” you remind him, voice stern but caring all the same. “You really should sit this fight out.”

Rex huffs, shrugging half heartedly with his good shoulder. When his eyes meet yours, they soften, betraying the kindness behind his hardened exterior.

“I’ll be fine,” he insists. “Believe me, I’ve fought through worse.”

You chuckle through a little smile. “Hm. So dedicated…”

One of many things you adore about him.

Your hands linger on Rex’s arm for just a moment too long, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his eyes seem to fill with unspoken words when you finally do move away. As sweet as you are on the captain, you know he cares for you just as much. With the way he acts in your presence, you think you would have caught on even if his brothers didn’t inform you of his affection at every opportunity.

But, shy and respectful, Rex hasn’t spoken of his feelings on his own. You would never rush him to do so—a clone’s life is burdened by endless regulations and rules, so you understand his hesitation to explore a relationship outside the chain of command. So, until he’s ready, he has your patience—and your utmost care along with it.

When you finally finish patching him up, you take a step back.

“All right. I think you’re clear for combat, Captain,” you tell him. As he stands, you cross your arms. “Well… as ‘clear’ as I think you’ll tolerate.”

A soft, genuine chuckle passes Rex’s lips.

“I’m sure I’ll hold up fine,” he smiles. He hesitates, before adding, “...you’ve never let me down before, after all.”

You smile, though your cheeks are burning. “I don’t plan to start now. Good luck out there, okay?”

Rex nods. He holds his helmet awkwardly in front of him, standing idle as his lips purse into words he can’t speak. He locks eyes with you, holding your gaze for just a moment, before he looks away with a sigh.

“...thanks,” he murmurs.

Unwilling—or unable—to say more, Rex goes to walk past you. But something compels you to reach out—latching onto his armored wrist before he can return to his brothers and prepare to ship out. Your heart races, especially with the look of surprise on his face as you draw him closer to you.

“Actually… there was just one more thing before I can let you go,” you confess.

Rex tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “...what is it?”

Wordlessly, you smile. You pull on his wrist just enough to bring his face closer to you. And once you can reach him, you dot a kiss on his forehead.

If you’d had him hooked up to a monitor, you would certainly have heard Rex’s heart stop. The poor man’s eyes shoot open; he forms a sheen of sweat before he can form words. But he doesn’t need to say a thing. You offer a kind smile, relinquishing his wrist.

“Be safe, Captain,” you say, leaving him to recover as you head off to tend to your duties. “And good luck out there.”

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With your few hours of downtime, you’ve returned the medbay to pristine condition. Even so, you still find yourself cleaning more—idly scrubbing tables and tools, going over spots the cleaning droids made spotless hours ago. You suppose you can’t help yourself, needing some way to stay occupied. Whenever the men are out in battle, you worry endlessly about whether they’ll return to you safely.

About whether Rex will return to you safely.

Swallowing anxiously, you coax yourself into deep breaths. As hard as it can be not knowing, you have the utmost trust in him. He’s the best, after all… and you’re certain he’ll always make his way back to see you.

A sudden bustle in the halls catches your ear. You know it can mean only one thing—the battle is over, and judging by the excitement in the men’s voices, it was a victorious one.

Setting down your cleaning implements you walk to the door of the medbay, hoping to flag down one of the soldiers and get a report on the good news…

…but to your utmost surprise, when the door hisses open, someone already stands before you: Captain Rex.

To your embarrassment, a heavy sigh of relief escapes you. Even so, you beam, unable to do anything but in the captain’s presence.

“You’re back!” you chime, welcoming him into the medbay. “How did the battle go?”

Rex finds a half smile, tucking his helmet under his arm.

“As far as I can see, it couldn’t have gone better,” he reports. “Minimal casualties and a tremendous territory gain for the Republic. A decisive victory.”

As he speaks, your eyes light up at how proud he sounds—and you’re proud of him, all the same.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you say, cocking your head with a smirk. “Though I expect nothing less from the finest soldier in the Republic…”

Rex averts his gaze from you, rubbing the back of his neck. Again, you see his mind racing—his lips struggling against whatever inside him holds him back.

Eventually, he clears his throat awkwardly. “Actually… I have something for you.”

Curious, you tilt your head.

“Hm? What is it?”

Though his shoulders tense with anticipation, Rex manages a step toward you. He looks into your eyes, wordless but intense. And then…

…he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to your forehead.

Your face burns hotter than a starship engine. When Rex pulls away, his uncertainty melts into a knowing grin when he makes out just how bashful you’ve become. Gently, he pinches your cheek between his gloved fingers.

“You wanted that back, right?” he asks in a teasing tone you don’t often hear from him. But when his hand settles, cupping the side of your head, his voice turns more sincere. “It helped me out in that battle, but I think you should hold onto it for now.”

Though your heart races and your head spins, you wear an unwavering smile. You set your hand over Rex’s, leaning into his touch with all the affection and warmth you’ve held for him all this time.

“Don’t worry… I’ll take good care of it.”

AN: Thank you so much for reading!! I rly hope you enjoy PB, u are so wonderful to me and u deserve the most kissable captain in the galaxy 🥺🥺✨✨

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missvelvetsstuff · 8 months ago

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With Friends Like You, Who Needs Enemies?

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Natasha, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is a mutant with the ability to turn sound into light who was 'adopted' aka stolen as a child by Baron Von Strucker to use for experimentation. She was given a form of the Super soldier serum so in addition to her mutant abilities she also has super strength, enhanced senses and healing. When he starts experimenting on his volunteers, the Maximoff twins, she tries to convince them to escape with her but they tell the Baron that she's planning to escape so he doubles her cell security. Steve and reader met when the team recovered Loki's scepter from Strucker.

She falls in love with Steve and becomes good friends with Nat but they aren't the friends she thinks they are.

This story is canon adjacent except that Thanos never happened.

Chapter 12

Warnings: swearing, little angst

Notes: I know this is short but it just didn't flow with the chapter before or after so I'm just throwing it out there.

The entire team, minus Steve sat around the dining room table eating tacos and talking quietly in small groups. Even Thor, the Guardians, T'Challa, Scott Lang and Captain Marvel were in attendance.

Once everyone was almost finished Tony spoke up "I want to start by thanking everyone for coming in, I know it's a long drive for some. I do think it's important that everyone is involved in this decision and it's easier to talk without distractions when we're all in the same place." He sighed "After Germany I hoped we wouldn't have to address anything like this again. As you all know agent Romanoff is gone so her betrayal has been addressed but Rogers will be tougher thanks to public perceptions." He paused for a moment, thoughtful "since you all have the details of the latest drama we won't make Rainbow listen to any of that so straight into discussion. If anyone has any comments, thoughts, insights or dirty jokes please speak up."

Tony sat down and waited but it didn't take long for Bruce to speak up

"I'm sure all of you have a good idea where I would stand on this. As much as Steve has betrayed our trust he's still Captain America and has a lot of public support. If people find out that Natasha was never truly rehabilitated and then a bunch of negative press comes out about Steve it will damage the teams credibility. That being said I think he should get his own apartment. Away from the compound. And maybe only send him on missions when absolutely necessary. Let him be the performing monkey and handle the PR mess he's created."

Thor argued "Why would we keep someone who has broken our trust like Rogers? In some cases we would be trusting him with our lives. He was still intimate with Natasha when she was held here while her eyes healed. He has put her and his needs first for far too long."

Wanda spoke up "What if I read him on a regular basis so we know for sure where he stands?"

"That sounds awfully invasive, even unconstitutional." Countered Nick Fury as he entered the room. "You know, Stark, I'm fine with you handling the daily operations but you've taken out one of my best agents and now want to retire Captain America. Considering the circumstances I can overlook your response to Romanoff but benching Rogers is too far." He shook his head "Ross won't have it."

He sat at the opposite end of the table and sighed "We can have PR spin it as she was a sleeper and manipulated him. Send him on a leave of absence to give people time to forget."

Rainbow had been sitting quietly, listening to the various arguments when Tony looked to her questioningly.

She sighed "Well, I'm not going to forget but unfortunately I think Bruce is right. I do support having him move offsite and would like it to include restricting his access here."

Nick and Tony looked at her then each other and nodded. "Is this a plan everyone can live with?" Tony asked before calling Steve in.

There were grumbles and nods, proving it a good compromise since no one was really happy.

Steve showed up a few minutes later looking for a fight "Look Tony i know that I've made some mistakes but this is-" he stopped when he saw Nick and looked around the room "What's going on? Did you need Nick to do your dirty work, Tony? I should have-"

Nick snapped "Shit the fuck up, Rogers. We've agreed to let you stay on the team but you need to find housing offsite. And you'll be doing more PR than avenging for now. I'll have one of the people in that dept get in touch with you this week."

Steve was shocked still having expected some backlash but didnt know what to do next.

Tony looked around "Any other business while we're all here? I guess not. I don't know about any of you but I'm ready for happy hour."

At that moment Happy came out of the kitchen with a cart that had two pitchers of margaritas, chips and glasses which were passes around and filled.

Rainbow squeezed Bucky's hand as she took a sip of her drink and he leaned over to say something in her ear which made her laugh and nod.

@vicmc624

Wanda looked at them and smiled. When Vision asked what she was smiling about she looked at him "Bucky's gonna take Rainbow on a date tonight. Their first real date."

Chapter 13

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #james bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader

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rays-of-fire-and-ice · 10 months ago

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For What the Future Holds

Prompt: forgiveness

Rating: K/General with mild themes

Setting: Starts Ichigo defeats Yhwach, continues into the very beginning of the ten year time skip. There’s also flashbacks to Toshiro and Momo's past dotted throughout.

Synopsis: Momo notices Toshiro is acting out of sorts ever since the war against the Quincy ended. Meanwhile, Toshiro tries to look to the future.

AN: It’s finally DONE!!

I had the idea for this ages ago (around the time of Horizons, which is why they have a similar structure as you’ll see), but it wasn’t until the 'forgiveness' prompt for the @yearoftheotpevent came up that I finally sat down and wrote it out. It didn't turn out to be the main or overarching theme and the fic itself turned into quite the emotional piece to write ^^;

This was also partly written in light of my headcanon becoming canon! I was aware of the question from Klub Outside a long time ago, but Kubo has confirmed Toshiro and Momo were neighbours rather than living under the same roof, which has always been the scenario I saw for them when I was reading BLEACH and writing fic.

Finally, this fic also has a flashback that slightly ties into When the Souls Sleep and the World is Our Own, but only in that it was a deleted scene and I found a way to include it here instead. You don’t have to read that fic to understand what happens in that scene, just that the setting is not long after they met.

Anyhow, I hope you all enjoy it!

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“I should’ve told you about it earlier.”

Momo blinks, both at the quietness of Toshiro’s voice and the bowing of his head in her peripheral. She raises her gaze to his face from the now healed over wound on his arm, cancelling the kido as she shifts over to sit next to him. “Told me about what?”

He rolls the tattered sleeve down. He contemplates what to say, staring down at his lap. Behind him, Hyourinmaru’s hilt glints, and beyond, Shinji and Kyouraku watch over those they’d dug out from the ruins earlier. Next to them, Nanao is communicating with someone in the Seireitei – Iemura, Momo suspects – trying to coordinate transportation for the injured, and Isane, bandaged up and still recovering from her own injuries, heals Aikawa. Far away at the Reio’s Palace, she can sense Rukia about to be reunited with her brother.

“That form is why I was training in the caves,” Toshiro says, diverting Momo’s attention back to him. “I should’ve told you about it sooner.

“You mean Hyourinmaru’s Completed Form?”

He nods.

Was that all? She thinks to tease him, to make light of something he seems to be treating with more seriousness than needed, but she halts at his gaze. It’s not the usual icy, determined one she’s used to.

He’s tired – and who could blame him after what they’d gone through? – and it makes him look vulnerable. Something trembles within him, something he’d likely keep hidden behind many walls.

She offers a sympathetic smile. “Why would you need to tell me about it?”

“The way you reacted before…you were startled. If you’d known before, it wouldn’t have been as much of a shock. I apologise.”

It’s true, she’d been stunned, had even flinched with a loud gasp when she first saw him, and was perhaps even a little frightened. She’d stood there, mouth agape and speechless, unable to take her eyes away from him, even as her captain swore and asked who he was. She hadn’t known how else to react, but later as he motioned her towards a piece of rubble to sit on as he explained how he had somehow become an adult, the shock wore off.

She had to resist the urge to hug him out of sheer relief, this was not the time or place for such high emotions. So she’d gotten to work on healing his wounds after he’d transformed back – but only after the others had been found and pulled out from under the rubble.

“It’s all right,” she reassures. “It was startling, yes, but I knew it was you. It was incredible, actually, but also not too surprising now that I know what it is."

He’s stunned, but hides it quickly with a clearing his throat and a deepened frown. “How so?”

“I didn’t see all of the battle you and Captain Kuchiki did with the Quincy, but what I did see was amazing. You froze the Quincy’s shield in mid-air, within a second. A-And then you froze the Quincy completely! I thought for sure he was defeated then, truly.”

He nods to himself, remembering. “So did I. He gave us more than we bargained for in the end.”

“At least he’s gone.” Momo sighs, and with it, a weight is released. “At least…it’s over.” It’s like a vice has loosened around her head and chest. She lets out a shuddering breath and her eyes become watery. “We’re okay, now.”

“We’ll have a lot to do when we get back, it’s not…” Toshiro trails off when he meets her gaze again. His hand twitches at his side, clearly resisting moving it. After a beat, his lips shape into a faint smile and he let’s out a short, tired chuckle. “You gonna cry, bed-wetter?”

She can’t even be mad at the nickname, she becoming too overwhelmed. “No, it’s not the time and place to.” Even as she says this, she’s furiously wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

He shrugs. “No one would blame you.”

“But it’s like you said, we need to focus on the task at hand.” She gestures to the others a short distance away. “On transporting the injured back and figuring out what our next steps are.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” His smile widens a fraction. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Despite herself, she can’t help but grin back. She sniffs and looks down. “I’m just so glad it’s over.”

He only nods with a hum.

A silence passes between them, and Momo slowly realises her own exhaustion. She has enough energy to cast lower powered kido, but even then she might be pushing it. She finds herself sitting back against the same piece of broken wall Toshiro is, listening to the distant chatter amongst their friends and wreckage crumbling and falling. She cranes her neck on the rubble’s edge, looking up at the sky.

She’d seen him soar across it hours ago, only a spec at times, and a more recognisable figure at others. At one point, the cold of his reiatsu had washed over her like a gust in a blizzard, freezing and chilling her to bone. It ebbed away minutes later, but it made her realise the magnitude of his powers. She'd wondered if he had this power this entire time and had chosen not to unveil it until now, when he needed it most to protect the Soul Society. If he was capable of this now, who knew what he could achieve in the future.

But then her mind rolls into another thought, one that makes heat rush up the back of her neck to her ears and try to suppress a chuckle.

“What is it?”

By this point Toshiro had closed his eyes.

“It’s nothing important.”

He opens one eye, unconvinced. “The spike your reiatsu said otherwise.”

She bites the inside of her cheek, chastising herself internally for not keeping it under control. She’s tired, but it’s no excuse. She lets out a small chuckle. “I was thinking that, in a funny way, Hyourinmaru’s Completed Form has given us a glimpse into the future. It’s shown us what you’ll look like when you grow up.”

She had meant it as a tease, to try and lighten the mood, but Toshiro’s frown deepens. As if realising his reaction was unexpected, he let’s out a snort. “Anything can happen between now and then to change how I look.”

The usual bite is not there. The response itself is strange, too.

Before she can ask, her captain comes up to both of them, asking for her help with moving Aikawa’s injured leg into a makeshift splint.

As she rises and leaves with her captain, Toshiro’s smile fades away, and he stares into his lap. No, into something else.

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There was a time where future went as far as Granny.

What would she need today? What days was she planning to go out and shop? Would he need to help her with?

When would she pass away?

Toshiro never lingers on that last thought, always distracting himself with whatever he could. At the moment, it’s with sweeping the house and yard.

He’s up to the front porch, pushing the dust and dirt off the edge with the broom. Granny is inside, sewing a new garment together for him.

“You’ve grown again,” she’d remarked earlier with a smile. “You’ll need new clothes now.”

As far as he could tell he hadn’t. The ground seemed to be as far away as it was a week ago, and he hadn’t put on any weight. But he had to admit his clothes the last few days had seemed a fraction shorter at his legs and tighter around his shoulders.

It’s a few minutes later when he hears yelling. A group of children rush past his house, some giggling, others chattering about Momo, who's at the center of attention. She excitedly tells them her application exam date, beaming so wide it must hurt her cheeks.

When was she going to the Academy?

That one stung, and he ignores it with a sweep of the brush.

Months ago, he’d asked Jidanbo what it took to become a Shinigami. The giant was just as surprised as Toshiro had expected him to be.

“Have you changed your mind about not going, Toshiro-kun?” Jidanbo had asked.

“No,” is all he said.

Realising he wasn’t going to elaborated, Jidanbo had shrugged and said, “First, you must have spiritual potential and the ability to show it. You go to the Shinigami Academy, where you learn to become a Shinigami. The exam to get in is tough, sometimes you have to take it multiple times --” he'd rubbed the back of his neck “ -- like I did. My brother was more lucky, he only took the exam once and got in. Once you’ve passed, you’re enrolled in the next semester and that’s about it.”

Toshiro already know even if Momo didn’t get a pass on the exam the first time, she’ll go for it again and again and again, until she was enrolled.

He’d seen her enthusiasm long before this. The day she’d rushed to him, her cheeks flushed and her hair whipped around her from running to find him, and taken him back to his house to show him what she’d just accomplished. She’d cupped her hands together, and several seconds later, a white glow emanated from between the gaps in her fingers. When she’d pulled her hands apart, the orb radiating in her palms broke apart into smaller orbs that floated away. Momo chortled in delight, and Toshiro almost did the same. When she was this joyous it was often contagious, especially when he eyes are so wide with wonder and elation.

What had stopped him was a single thought, one that shot through him and made him realise just how far he’d let her into his life.

One day, she’ll be gone.

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The next time Momo sees Toshiro is on her way to the First Division. Shinji runs ahead of her on the walkway, listing off the topics they will need to discuss with Kyoraku. She’d been listening intently, but got distracted as they passed Twelfth Division.

From this high up, she couldn’t recognise most of Shinigami out and about, but the moment she saw one with white hair and a short stature and his cold reiatsu faintly emanated up to her, she knew it was Toshiro. He steps out of Twelfth Division’s main barracks, followed by Rangiku. There’s something morose about the way they hold themselves and in their slow walk to the division’s main gate entrance. They come to a stop just as a building blocks Momo view.

“You all right back there?” Shinji asks.

“Sorry, sir! I just saw Rangiku-san and Captain Hitsugaya.”

“Ah.”

“…Are they coming to this meeting too?”

“Nah, just us, Third, and Eighth.” She can hear his grin when he continues after a beat, “Were you hoping to socialise with them?”

“Of course not!” Momo scoffs.

It’s left at that. Still, she thinks back on how they had looked. She’d be sure to visit them sometime soon, if all goes according to plan with the reconstruction of the Districts.

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Momo found him sitting on the front porch of his house, peeling chestnuts. He hadn’t noticed her at first, but when her footsteps scrapped against the dirt path, he looks up.

“What’re you staring at?” Toshiro asks.

“Sorry, I just came to visit,” she says as she comes closer. “What are these for?”

He senses there’s more to this than just a visit, but he puts it aside for now. “Baa-chan is making chestnut rice tonight. She was going to ask you to come take some back to your house. She always does it in big batches.”

Momo grins. “That’s kind of her.”

Toshiro only shrugs with a huff. Momo’s grin falls into a small, unsure smile. He’s quick to pick up a nut from the tub in front of him, peel the shell off with a small knife, then put it with the others ready for Granny.

“In that case, do you mind if I help?” Momo says. “I can’t let her do that for me and my friends without helping her.”

“You don’t need to.”

“I want to.”

She makes herself comfortable next to him. She takes a spare knife from the tray he’d brought out, then collects several chestnuts from the tub. He opens his mouth, but shut it after she starts peeling. What had he wanted to say? Did he want to tell her to leave? Did he want to ask about the Academy?

Save for the knifes cracking open and peeling the shells, there’s silence between them. In front of her, the day passes, clouds moving across the sky and the sun shining down on the swaying trees and lively Junrinan a short distance away.

After a moment, Momo pauses as she takes another chestnut. In his periphery, she fiddles with it between her hands, as if trying to wring something out of it. She puts the knife to the chestnut, but is slow to peel the shell away.

She nervous, perhaps gearing herself up to say something. He already knows she’s going to Academy, remembers her loud declaration to Granny several weeks ago that was equal parts ecstatic and anxious. He didn’t want to reflect on his behaviour since she announced it, but he knows he’s become more sullen towards her.

Granny chastised more than once him, saying he should be happier for her and congratulate her; but he can’t ignore the tightness in his chest every time he thinks about her leaving. He hates that she had become a annoying and welcomed constant in his live for the last few decades, and even worse, that he had imagined what the future – whether it was the next week or the next year – would be like, and she was there in his imaginings, along with Granny and Jidanbo. Never used to even think about the future, his life had been repetitive until she came along.

After taking off the chestnut’s shell, Momo stops. “Can I ask you something?”

Toshiro continues peeling. “Hm?”

“Even if you don’t become a Shinigami, can we still be friends?”

Toshiro halts. His brows furrow, but he still doesn’t look at her. “What’s with that question?”

“I mean, while I’m at the Academy we won’t be seeing each other too much. And when I become a Shinigami, it’ll be even less. We’re friends, and, um…I want to stay friends, even when we’ve grown up.”

Her voice wavers towards the end, losing what confidence she’d built up to speak to him.

Toshiro blinks down at the chestnut in his hands. Somewhere around them, the leaves rustle in the wind, and a bird chirps and another caws back in response. The last parts of the shell fall away.

“You might be different by then,” he says solemnly, still unable to look at her.

Momo presses her lips into a tight line. “Well, of course. Everyone changes as they grow up. They become more mature and responsible.”

“Not all adults are.”

“Most though.” She drops her chestnut into the peeled pile. “I don’t know how often I’ll be allowed to visit, but I’ll write to you as often as I can.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll be doing your Shinigami stuff, you won’t have time.”

“B-But I want to.”

He finally looks at her. At the hurt that flickers through her eyes, he wants to take it back. She obviously hadn’t expected this coldness from him. Yes, his usual bratiness can make him say some hurtful things on occasion, but this is different for her. This was a side of him she rarely saw, and it’s a side she is never on the end of.

But what’s the use? She’ll go to the Academy and forget about him. She’ll make new, better friends. Ones she can go into the future with and who can understand the struggles and triumphs she’ll experience as a Shinigami.

“Do whatever you want then.”

His comment doesn’t ease the turmoil in her, with her gaze falling off to the side and her shoulders slumping. She’s on the verge of a sob, but she bravely keeps it back. “Are you saying you don’t think we should be friends anymore?”

It’s an opening he should take. He has to start letting her go, so it won’t hurt so much when she turns away, and stops being a part of his future.

“I…I’m not saying that.” He’s weak. “I’m just being realistic. You’ll be busy, you won’t have the time to write to us.”

It’s not the answer she expects. Her eyes widen and her lips part, but she doesn’t speak for several heartbeats. She's stuck between being confused and stunned. “I-I’d make time. Of course I’d make time!”

Her earnestness and fierce determination fracture what little resolve he had left. “Well then, let’s see you try.”

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Momo glances at Toshiro from across the meeting hall.

He’d just stepped back into line after reporting on his areas for reconstruction. His division is doing well, ahead of schedule in fact.

Normally the thought would make her happy. He’s always been a hard worker; never for the sake of wanting to one-up another or show off, but because he wanted to do good for others. It was one of her favourite things about him.

But something about him is different. The war against the Quincy and taking in the total devastation it had caused had affected all of them, changing each of them in both subtle and obvious ways.

Toshiro holds himself differently. There’s the usual stoicism on his face, and the straight, pulled back shoulders and slightly raised chin that have been a part of his posture since he became a captain.

It’s his hands. They’re curled in loose fists at his side. Something is on his mind, and whatever it is, it’s causing him to be tense. His gaze shows he’s present, now listening to Mayuri give his report into his latest findings, but there’s something going on in the back of his mind he can’t escape from.

She wishes she could cross the room and take one of his hands.

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“Don’t bother coming back, bed-wetter!”

Please come back.

And she must see through him, because her high spirits aren’t dampened as she continues to smile and wave at him. He’ll never understand how she can be so cheerful so often.

Eventually, she has to turn away from him and navigate her way through the growing crowds. After she vanishes and as Granny gently chastises him for his rudeness, he can’t dismiss the thought that haunts him. The same thought that had made him try to disconnect from her weeks ago.

What if she doesn’t?

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Momo watches Toshiro ponder over the map of the North districts. Each was outlined in the colour of the division that has jurisdiction over them, Fifth Division’s in turquoise and Tenth Division’s in dark green.

“So we’ll tackle this area together,” Shinji says while drawing his finger along the border between the North districts nineteen and twenty. “It makes sense seeing as our jurisdictions are night next to each other. Also, saves us on costs if you go with shared resources, right?”

Both Toshiro and Rangiku nod.

“Have you brought this up with the Captain Commander yet?” Toshiro asks.

“Not yet. We went to a meeting about…” he lifts his gaze to the ceiling of Tenth Division’s office, trying to recall.

“It’s was a month ago, sir,” Momo quietly offers.

Shinji snaps his fingers. “Yes, thank you, Hinamori! Geez, we’ve been to so many meetings lately I’m getting them confused.”

Toshiro scoffs. Momo tries not to smile in response; it’s the first normal, in-character thing she’s seen him do since they arrived.

“Anyway, at that meeting, the Captain Commander suggested a few ways we can save on costs for the reconstruction efforts, one of which was shared resources. Sure you got told the same whenever you went to you met with him yourselves." Shinji jerks his thumb towards Momo. “My lieutenant here suggested we collaborate on the districts that border with other divisions, like yours.”

Momo can’t help but lift her chin a little at the credit her captain gave her. Sometimes he had a way of making one feel accomplished, even over the smallest things.

Rangiku grins. “It’s a great idea, and not surprised that it came from you, Hina-chan.”

Momo laughs nervously. “Rangiku-san…”

“Stop, you’ll make her overheat,” Shinji teases.

“Sir, honestly!” Momo retorts.

He only laughs, but he eyes Toshiro. So he’d noticed it too. Normally situations like this riled her childhood friend up, made him shout something along the lines of ‘We need to focus right now!’ or simply glare at him. Toshiro’s eyes were on the map, jumping to all the districts under his jurisdiction.

It was barely perceptible, but Momo could see with each district he eyes, a little more weight is added to his shoulders.

Shinji quickly returns things to the business at hand. Several minutes later, her captaina nd Toshiro agree to do reconstruction together.

As Shinji and Rangiku start on a plan, Toshiro stands up rorm the couch. “I’ll go get a pot of tea.”

“Do you need assistance with that?” Momo asked, ready to rise up.

He shakes his head. “No, thank you.”

He leaves while Rangiku and Shinji continue to hash out a plan. His walk would not seem out of the ordinary to most, Momo saw the weight in his shoulders from before, and just as she’d noticed when she first arrived, that he forced himself to stared straight ahead, and not once at her.

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He regrets every bad thing he’s ever said to her. Every angry exclamation. Every promise or important day he’d forgotten. Every time he scared her for a laugh when they were children. Every tease about her.

He barely manages a landing, his whole body numb with horror. Ice keeps breaking around them. He can hear yelling, but it’s muffled around the ringing in his ears. For the first time in his life, he’s too cold.

She finally stirs, and her hazy, fading eyes stare up at him. He shakes and can barely breathe. He might collapse, but she’s keeping him rigid and frozen in place. She says his nickname, a pierces through him, hitting a part of him that he always associated with first meeting her. The memory of it, the feeling of someone finally looking at him like he wasn’t so different, and letting it warm him into a fleeting sense of security.

“…Why?”

Something in him shatters.

He should’ve been kinder. Why hadn’t he been? Because he’d been a child who didn’t know better when they first met. Because he’d been alone for so long he didn’t know how to interact with others. Because he’d been scared. Because he’d let her in too far. Because he didn’t know a life without her anymore.

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An evening breeze blows through the streets of the South Second district, swaying the lanterns of restaurants and brushing Momo’s hair over her shoulders. It reminds her she needs to get it cut, but then she had thought of –

“That was a really good meal.”

Momo looks over to Rangiku , who interlaces her fingers and stretches her arms over her head with a grin.

“It was,” Momo says with her own smile. “I’m glad you recommended that place. We should take the other Women’s Association members there sometime.”

“Yeah, I thought so too. I wanted to try it out with you first.” She winks as she lowers her arms. “It’s been a while since we had a girls night out, huh?”

Momo’s smile widens. After recovering from the battle in the Fake Karakura Town and being discharged from Fourth Division, Rangiku had arranged for the two of them to have lunches and dinners together. They’d be casual mostly, chatting about work for only a short while before moving on to longer discussions about their hobbies, who they’d caught up with lately, and there were a few times they’d left wherever they'd eaten from and gone shopping together. Every now and then, particularly in the beginning, their chatter would turn sombre. They’d reflect on what had happened, whether it was Aizen’s betrayal or Gin’s death, and it took some effort to return the conversation back to something lighter.

Momo remembers the look that would come over Rangiku’s face during those moments. As her friend stares ahead into the growing crowds, she can see hints of that old expression. Her eyes are hooded, her eyes take on a glassiness, and she ignores things – like the loud cheering of an izakaya they pass by, or the sprinting children that almost bump into them before dodging off to the side. What was most telling though was Rangiku didn’t comb her fingers through her hair and complain about the wind ruining her hairstyle.

Like Toshiro, something had been bothering her, but unlike him, she seems to be bouncing back from it quicker. Still, she had moments like this where she grew quiet and solemn. It sends a twinge through Momo’s chest. “Can I ask you something, Rangiku-san?”

Her friend blinks and “Hm?”

Momo’s hesitation catches up to her. She’d wanted to ask before she’d come to dinner, but at seeing Rangiku being her usual boisterous and jolly self, the question had faded into the background.

“I was wonder…”

If she asks her now, she can finally know what happened. Of course, it wouldn’t be Rangiku’s place to say what happened to Toshiro…but what if it was the same thing that affected her?

“…I was wonder if you, uh…”

Momo recalls the two of them leaving Twelfth that day over a month ago, and the chances are whatever it was…

“Do you have any style recommendations for my hair? I was thinking of growing it out rather than getting it cut again.”

Without realising, Rangiku had brought them to a stop in the middle of the street. Souls pass around them, some with skeptical or awed looks, others completely ignoring them. The wind dies down, leaving Rangiku hair slightly frizzy. There’s a gentle smile on her lips, and a knowing look briefly comes across her eyes. Had she known what Momo truly wanted to ask?

But she couldn’t bring herself to, not when it occurred to her that asking Rangiku would potentially expose what has been bothering Toshiro too. She didn’t want to put her friend in an uncomfortable position, but with a tightening of her heart, it dawns on her that asking Toshiro would only do the same for Rangiku.

She’d trapped.

“Yeah, I can think of a few,” Rangiku eventually says. "I'll bring some ideas at the next Women's Association."

Momo blinks.

Rangiku had spoken quietly, uncharacteristic given that hair and fashion were topics she often spoke fervently about. Momo manages to take a deep breath in that looks natural enough, and then a small smile. “I thought you would. Thank you.”

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Come back.

Toshiro pleads it in silence to the night sky on another sleepless night.

He’d known her for so long, had let her become his closest friend. Her being there as they grew older, as they rose up the ranks of the Shinigami and protected the Seireitei, was an inevitability. How naïve he had been. For all of his posturing and talk of responsibilities and knowledge that any of his subordinates could die on missions, she had somehow become the exception.

Somehow, she would live on forever with him.

How can he have clung to such childish ideals?

Come back, he pleads again. I know now. I want things to be different.

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Shafts of the sunrise spill into Momo’s room. She sits up before her alarm clock goes off. Rubbing her eyes and lifting the blanket away, she starts her day.

Nerves thrum through her, and no matter what she tells herself or how many times she goes over the plan for today, they don’t settle.

Today is their first day working together with Tenth Division.

After bathing and changing into her uniform, she steps up the mirror to brush her hair. After a few minutes, she takes up her hair clip and clips it in place.

She stares at her reflection, and after a beat, worries her bottom lip. She sighs and lowers her head with tightly shut eyes. How is she going to get through today?

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Momo bound up the stairs towards him. Her recently cut hair tousles around her, and she beams widely. She’s obviously dying to tell him something, even shouts his nickname. Perhaps because they’re not in vicinity of his subordinates or the other Captains and Lieutenants, or perhaps because her joy is so often infectious, he chooses not to shout the usual correction at her.

In fact, Toshiro can't help but smile. He’s been doing that more lately.

He decided to be more open, with her first, and eventually with others.

When she stops in front of him and began to gush over a new project she was working on with her division, he has trouble covering up the reaction he has to the relieved, cathartic ache in his heart. Her forgiveness is still raw, even after all these months. Thankfully, she’s so caught up in her excitement she doesn’t see him briefly glance away to regain his composure.

The future was brighter, but the fact there was even a future with her after everything is a blessing all of it’s own.

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From a distance, Toshiro orders his and a few of Fifth Division’s officers to do various tasks, and after they disperse, he goes to the next group.

Momo looks back to the map of North District Nineteen and continues outlining the area she and her subordinates will work on. In her periphery, Shinji finishes speaking with Takaya and Katsuro, and makes his way over to Toshiro before he can reach the group.

She tries to ignore the exchange, but her ears unwittingly tune in, catching bits and pieces of their conversation over the shouts of subordinates, sandals crunching in the dirt, and equipment being unloaded from carts. From what she’d (unintentionally) been able to tell, they discuss their findings so far.

She keeps a wince from reaching her face and she recalls their brief meeting this morning. She only gave Toshiro a glance, keeping her eyes either on Rangiku or somewhere behind the two of them. Toshiro retained a stoic exterior, even made a few pointed comments towards Shinji like he did when her captain annoyed him, but that heaviness in his shoulders and eyes is still there. She wishes she could just wave it away, like the wind pushing the clouds across the sky overhead.

It had been over a month since the war ended. He hasn’t said anything to her, and she can’t tell of it’s because of the work they’ve had to do or because he doesn’t want to. Was he concerned for Rangiku? Was it something he didn’t think she’d understand? Would it hurt her?

She shakes her head. She repeatedly tries to tell herself it’s none of her business, but her concern and burgeoning frustration doesn’t waver. Both grow when she can sense, for only several seconds, his gaze on the side of her face.

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He doesn’t recall anything of his time as a ‘zombie’ to the Quincy, nor does he want to.

The last thing he remembered was collapsing, his ice shattering around him. Time slowed, as in that moment he thought about how this could be the end. It certainly felt like it was. He was so weak, so very tired and hurting, but he was still awake when the shadow fell over him.

However, the old cliché he’d been told about didn’t happen. He didn’t think on or remember his past. He didn’t despair that he was dying.

He'd thought about Rangiku, dying below, with no one to help her.

He'd thought about his subordinates, who would be without a captain again.

As a darkness began to settle around the edges of his blurred vision, he thought about Momo. He’d sensed her before, she’d been far away from where he was. She reiatsu had been strong, she was all right.

He didn’t need to protect her. Yet he still wanted to see her. For the last few seconds before the darkness took over and muffled footsteps and a sickly sweet voice reach his ears, he thought about the fact he won’t be there in her future.

His next memory is of being put in the recovery tanks along with Rangiku. At the time he’d been exhausted from the procedure Mayuri had made him endure – he vaguely recalls Mayuri half sarcastically marveling, “I’m quite surprised you’re conscious right now.”

He was lifted and secured into the tank by Nemu. Mayuri had watched him, and didn’t approach until Nemu stepped aside. He’d spoken at him, but Toshiro wavered between consciousness and falling into a warmer darkness and only caught sections of his sentences.

“The tank will complete the de-zombification…Consider yourself…Lieutenant is…My procedure took…years off your lifespan, but…we’ll take you to the Palace, no doubt you will…”

And the tank lid had lowered as Toshiro bowed his head. As he drifted into unconsciousness, his mind clung to one part of what Mayuri had said.

My procedure took…years off your lifespan…

He vaguely remembered thinking he must have misheard.

He hadn't focused on it when he awoke again and left the tank, choosing instead to thank Mayuri and rush off into the fray with Rangiku. She surely heard too, but he'd kept quiet about it. He’d been truly grateful and yet, that piece of information, it lingered quietly in the back of his mind.

He’d focused on the fight against the Giant Quincy, and had to resort to using Hyourinmaru’s Completed Form. He thought only of battle strategies and ways to keep his enemy distracted from either destroying the Soul Society below or from causing further harm to those still in the area.

It's now hours after the Quincy had evaporated away, and he and Byakuya found Momo and Shinji, safe.

She's been clearly startled by his appearance. He didn't know what to expect, had never really thought about her reaction to seeing him like this, but he dislikes her being so confused and unsure. Certain there's no immediate danger in their vicinity and with Byakuya scouting the area, takes her aside to explain the Completed Form.

Shock turns recognition, and then finally to relief. He can't help but feel she same moments later when he's transformed back and she heals his injuries. It's only a few minutes later when Mayuri’s words fully hit him. From then on, he can barely look her in the eye.

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The setting sun halos Toshiro's hair, and his shadow casts long over the rubble. He stands alone, arm folded and back facing those a short distance away, clearly lost in thought.

In different circumstances, it would’ve posed as quite the striking image for Momo; one she would be tempted to capture in either her drawings or as a photo on her denreishiki.

His subordinates walk around her, gathering up the materials and equipment they’d used. She didn’t have to interact with him at all today, and even if she did, she’s not sure how she would go about it.

Somewhere behind her, Shinji calls out for officers to help with lifting some of the ruins into carts to be cleared off. She turns to go and assist, but its hard to take her eyes off her friend. The turmoil from earlier arises. She can’t ask him what's wrong, and he won’t even look at her unless she doesn't notice. Still, she can’t leave him as is.

With a deep breath in, and then out, she walks to him.

Her steps crunch from the smaller pieces of rubble and dirt, and alert him to her approach. He half twists around to her, and it causes her to stop more than an arms length away.

“I was wondering…” She hadn’t thought about what to say. But with a light snort, she manages. “Sorry, I was wondering if you had any further plans for Higuchi-san or Takagaki-san. We need some help with clearing the wreckage into the carts.”

Toshiro blinks, as if coming out of deep thought. With a small shake of his head, he turns back to the sunset. “No, I have nothing for them. Their performance was good, if you need to know.”

“Oh, thank you. I’ll be sure to tell my Captain. They’re both hard workers, so that isn’t too surprising to hear.”

“I sent them with Narita to set up the rations for distribution. They should be finished by now.”

Momo swallows against the growing tightness in her throat. She gives a nod, not trusting her words, and only lingers for a few seconds more before turning to go. She wants to kick herself for not coming up with something better, something that would make her stay with him a bit longer and force him to talk with her.

She’s taken ten steps when Toshiro calls to her.

“Wait, Hinamori.”

She looks over her shoulder, squinting against the setting sun. She can’t make out his expression, but his arms now rest at his sides, and his shoulders are higher, straighter. There’s a resoluteness there, but somehow also a reluctance.

He approaches her, but stops after a few steps. He speaks lowly, and it’s hard to make out what he says. She has no choice but to come closer.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said, Captain.”

The corners of his mouth fall and tighten into a scowl – not directed at her, she’s certain.

“When we’re done here, I want to discuss something with you,” he repeats. “I assume you don’t have time for today so I –”

“I do!” Momo would normally balk at her boldness – especially for interrupting someone, let alone a Captain. But it was if she’d been holding her breath on the brink of passing out, and now she was desperate to get air. “I-I’ll have time after we’re done here. We can talk.”

Toshiro had been surprised, but shifts his expression back to neutral. “It won’t take long. Let’s load those carts first and get back to Tenth Division.”

He walks past her, and for a moment, it's as if the heaviness within him lingers over her. Whatever this would be, she's both eager and dreading to know.

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“How long do Souls live for?”

Toshiro rolls his eyes. Ever since she got here, Momo had been full of questions. She’s more curious than the average Soul, wanting to know every little detail about her new world she called home. Just a few minutes ago she’d asked a range of questions about what rules she needs to follow she didn’t end up in trouble – as he answered her, it reminded him of telling Jidanbo the Rules of City for the first time.

Before he answers her current question, he kicks a small hill of snow just in front of them, sending a white spray into the care tree they stood under. “It depends. Some live for a few decades, others live for thousands of years.”

Over the many layers she wore up to her the bottom half of her face, Momo’s eyes widened in wonder. “Really? That’s such a long time.”

“Not to them,” he says. “Time here is different to the World of Living, or so I’ve heard.”

“Thousands of years…you can do so much in that time!”

She starts listing off various activities and adventures one could do for over a thousand years, all the while her eyes shone, and when a scarf loosened from around her face, it revealed her wide grin.

He doesn’t understand her glee. Was this something specific to Souls that came from the World of the Living? Humans lived far shorter lives than Souls; perhaps the idea of being able to live that long appealed to them. He’d been born in the Junrinan, he knew only this world, and from what Granny had told him, ten years here likely felt like a year in the World of the Living.

He let’s her go on and on with her list, but when she comes to an end, breathless, she says, “Do Souls know how long they’ll live for?”

He lets out a bewildered snort. “Of course not!”

“Oh…” That dampens her enthusiasm, as if he’d popped a bubble. Before he can feel any guilt, she turns her attention back to the silhouette of the Seireitei in the distance. “So, I guess this means the Shinigami in there have been alive for a long time then.”

He shrugs. “Sure, I guess.”

It’s several heart beats later when her grin returns, but there’s a softness to it. “I hope we get to live for over a thousand years.”

He’s taken aback. We? Why 'we'? Why not ‘I’?

He wants to ask, but fears he’ll embarrass himself. So instead, he ponders on it in silence as she continues to admire the Seireitei’s silhouette. Did she mean it as a friend? That she saw them being in the future together?

Granny had been the only person who saw a future with him, planning their days with what items he’d have to go out and buy and what shrines or places they needed to visit together in the coming month.

Something about another seeing him in their future made bite the inside of his lip against the painful pang in his chest. Somehow, though, it also made him happy.

“What if we did?”

He hadn’t realised he’d asked the question aloud until Momo swivels her head back to him. “Hm?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

“You mean if we live for over a thousand years?” He cringes inwardly as she considers. Her grin widens after a beat. “We’d have a lot to do, I’m sure of it!”

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Momo stares mutely at Toshiro, and then at some point, through him, and then into nothing. He shifts his gaze to the side, staring hard at the corner of the training room.

Just behind them, Fifth and Tenth Division officers shared a meal together in one of Tenth Division’s courtyards around a fire, chattering and laughing amongst themselves. Even in her shock, Momo ended up hearing her captain laugh loudly at one of his own jokes, but she can’t bring herself to smile or cringe.

She and Toshiro sit by the training room's entrance, mostly in the shadows. A strip of moonlight comes between them through the doorway, falling over his left foot and her folded knees. He sits half against the wall, his left knee bent and his arms resting in his lap. It would appear to some as the most relaxed he’s ever looked, but this is one of the few times she’s seen him look resigned.

He’d just recounted to her how a Quincy had taken control over him with her blood, and then how Mayuri had restored him. It had all made sense up until that point, but not what he’d just said. No, it was more like she didn’t want the sentence to be true, refused to let it be a part of what he'd already said.

She brings her gaze back to him as a small tremor runs through her hands. “I don’t understand,” she struggles to say. “What do you mean? How can you live for only three hundred more years?”

She thinks he won’t answer her, too overcome by whatever emotions rush through him. However, he takes a sharp breath in, but continues to stare off to the side. “Kurotsuchi says that’s at most, but it’s at least one hundred and fifty years. The procedure he used on me was crude by his standards, something he cobbled together while we were battling the Quincy. As a result of that and what the Quincy did to me, my lifespan has been reduced.”

“You’ve acting differently lately --” her voice catches, and her vision becomes misty “-- now I understand why.”

A quiet, strangled sound comes from Toshiro. “Matsumoto thought it was best to tell you.”

And it’s all the confirmation she needs that Rangiku is facing the same tragedy. She must have seen Momo’s dilemma that night they ate out, and decided to make things easier by encouraging Toshiro to tell her. She could cry for that alone, but she won’t; she’ll speak with her later.

She bows over, fisted hands bunching her uniform at the knees. “I-I don’t know what to say,” she laments. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through.”

That strikes something within him. He shifts, his back fully pressing against the wall and moving his foot out of the moonlight. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and she can make out the furrow in his brow twitching and the corner of his mouth dropping into a grimace.

His gaze goes to the ceiling. “I didn’t want to say anything,” he admits. “There’s nothing I can do.”

The catch in his voice is enough to make her move over to him, coming to sit next to him, their shoulders grazing and her knee bumping up against his. She rarely sits so close to him, feeling they should maintain a small distance between them, but this felt right. And judging from his lack of comment or shrugging away, he thinks the same.

“I’m sorry for what I said at the Palace.”

He blinks and finally looks at her. “What?”

She can’t help but be a little relieved he’d forgotten her comment, but winced at having to bring it up now. “I said Hyourinmaru’s Completed Form was a glimpse into the future. How careless of me.”

He shakes his head, but still doesn’t seem to remember. “It’s fine, you weren’t to know.”

“Even so, I should have been more considerate. That form is part of your zanpakuto, not something to be joked about.”

“You were shocked by it, and we’d come out of a battle and Yhwach was defeated, it’s understandable.”

She considers, and then admits, “And we were really tired, I guess.”

That gets a huff of a humoured snort out of him, but it doesn’t reach his eyes or shape his into a faint smile.

The urge to hold his hand comes over her again. Unlike that meeting from a few weeks ago, she doesn’t resist it this time. She takes the one closest to her. It’s the one that been regrown with hojiku-zai, the original lost on the battlefield at the Fake Karkura Town. She doesn’t hold his conventionally, choosing instead to lay her hand on the underside, and her fingers loosely come between his.

She watches him tilts his head down, staring at their hands. Something soft flits over his face, something akin to being pleasantly surprised.

For not the first time, she thinks on how she never imagined all those decades ago he would lose and replace a hand. Just as she’d never imagined what they went through because of Aizen, or the battles they fought against Hollows and Quincy, or the people they’ve lost under their watch. They’d been through so much, perhaps too much for Souls their ages.

Despite the time and effort it will take to rebuild the Soul Society, she had been thinking that peace was finally going to be restored. She was going to be happy again, with her friends and subordinates. She was going to ask Toshiro out to lunches more often, and finally sit with whatever her feelings for him were. The ones she’s can’t put a name too, but feels she’s just on cusp of doing.

Had he thought about these sort of things too? About what he had been through and the future he may not have anymore? If that was the case, it’s no wonder he didn’t want to bring it up. It’s enough for one of her tears to roll out the side of her eye.

She’s quick to wipe it with her free hand, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Toshiro.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps.

She shakes her head. “Why are you apologising? You didn’t ask for any of this.”

“No, it’s not that. I didn't want to...”

He hesitates, and when he doesn’t continue, Momo finishes it for him. "Hurt me?"

He blinks, surprised she had guessed the rest. It still astounds her that he can't see the good within himself, but always in others.

"You don't need to apologise. When I saw something was bothering you, I wanted to know."

She senses there's more, a second apology he wants to make. When he doesn't, she stares straight ahead.

“We Shinigami are taught and prepared to die in battle for Humans and our friends,” she continues. “If we’re lucky, we can reach an old age with our accomplishments. Thinking about how long we'll live for is not something we're supposed to contemplate, our focus is on our duties and responsibilities. Even so, we’re not meant to die like this. You’re not meant to --”

He snorts again, and the faintest, saddest smile shapes his lips. “You’re not Reio, Hinamori,” he says, and she can imagine in another setting it would be a tease. “And even if you were, you doubt you would have the power to change this. I have accepted it's a likely possibility, and I will plan ahead accordingly. I never thought about how long I would live for --" his shoulders deflate with a shaky breath "-- and I shouldn't."

"Nothing is set in stone," she says, fiercely.

She’s always considered herself an optimist, perhaps to a fault. She remembers being more hopeful for the future when she was younger. Maybe that’s what came with growing up, you lose a little bit of hope every year, and cling to what still remains – foolishly, she suspects some think, but not her.

With a thick swallow, she lists her head up to the ceiling. “You said before that Captain Kurotsuchi was working on a way to restore your lifespan, right?”

“Yes.”

She mirrors the faint smile he'd had moments ago, but in her misty eyes there’s something less fragile. She tightens her grip on his hand. “Then let’s hope he does.”

It doesn’t dissolve his grief and cynicism -- she knows he hates leaving something he feels responsible for in the hands of others, and she can’t imagine what it must feel like to put your life in the hands of Twelfth Division’s captain. She has not words she can offer to console him or give him a new perspective of this. She has her own emotions to deal with too, ones of helplessness and a flickering hope, small but bright.

Her heart throbs when he flips his hand around and interlaces his fingers between hers in a tight grip. It's all they can do for now as a cloud passes over the moon and the laughter continues outside.

#hitsuhina #toshiro hitsugaya #momo hinamori #rangiku matsumoto #shinji hirako #bleach #fanfiction #angst #spoiler for the ending: I didn't intend it to be so bittersweet at the end (with an slight emphasis on the bitter)#but after a while it felt like the right note to end on #I may write up a small follow up that's most fluffy and shows Toshiro's determination to make the most of his life #whether that's in the short time he has or the thousand+ years he may get back once Mayuri comes up with something #because I am 100% certain he has tome to terms with it once the ten year timeskip has gone by #he doesn't like it of course but he has accepted it #and also write a follow up to explain what that 'second apology' was...👀#unless you were able to guess it in which case woo!

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bansheeys · 4 months ago

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I wasnt clever enough to think of an idea so I looked at prompts on Tumblr and found this "It's so dark now, but I used to be afraid of the dark." I think it would be an interesting prompt to do for a dying Sylvanas in Jaina's arms. If not no worries! I hope recover from your writers block soon!

Anon, I adored this prompt so much that I went a little overboard with it. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the sad ending 😬

This takes place in the future during the expansion of Midnight.

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Twisted creatures of the void poured from portals onto the landscape of Quel’Thalas. Surrounding them were incarnations of nightmares, mountains of blighted flesh, and writhing tentacles, spreading like cancers across the land.

Sylvanas stood above the battlefield, bow drawn and ready to fire. She faltered momentarily. The enemies before her transformed into an undead swarm. Suddenly, she was alive again, standing in a field of yellow tulips.

Closing her eyes, Sylvanas steadied herself. When she opened them again, she saw the autumnal leaves of a place she once called home and a battlefield stained with the blood of the void.

Sylvanas frowned as she lifted her bow, taking aim. Her arrow struck a voidwalker straight in the eye. The creature howled in pain, struggling to dislodge the arrow, but before it could, another arrow pierced its chest.

Sylvanas smirked as her arrow hit its mark. “I believe that makes a hundred for me.”

A voice chuckled beside her. “Some of us aren’t infused with death magic and need rest,” Jaina joked, slightly out of breath as she unleashed a blizzard upon the void.

“Already tired, little mage? We’ve only just begun.”

“You wish, Windrunner.”

Sylvanas watched as Vereesa and Alleria exchanged glances. Vereesa hesitated, her mouth dropping slightly, while Alleria rolled her eyes and continued unleashing arrows.

Since Sylvanas returned from the Maw with Jaina escorting her, Vereesa relentlessly questioned her about their relationship. Although Sylvanas and Jaina shared a secret bond, she wasn’t ready to face the subsequent annoyance once Vereesa discovered the truth.

Perhaps once this battle was over, Sylvanas would tell Vereesa about all the ways Jaina had helped her heal in the Maw.

Well, maybe not all the ways, Sylvanas thought, glancing at Jaina as she wielded her magic with such grace it seemed like an extension of her very being.

“Do I need to remind you, Sylvanas, that we’re in the middle of a battle?” Alleria said sternly.

“And how many kills have you gotten?” Sylvanas jested.

Alleria huffed, then steadied her bow, surveying the battlefield below. “This isn’t working. We must take down the portals, or this battle might never end.”

“Agreed. It seems Xal’atath wanted to put on a whole show for you, sister,” Sylvanas joked. She knew it was a cheap shot but couldn’t resist getting under her sister’s skin.

As Sylvanas was too busy laughing at herself and preparing to aim, she felt a sharp tug at her ear. Wincing in pain, she lost her concentration and accidentally released her arrow, sending it off course and missing her target entirely.

Sylvanas turned towards Alleria, nostrils flaring, ready to retaliate.

“It looks like you missed. Are you starting to get tired?” Jaina said with a sultry tone.

“I never miss,” Sylvanas teased with a wink, noting the faint blush beginning to bloom on Jaina’s cheeks.

“Belore,” Alleria murmured, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Regent Lord, a word, please!”

Lor’themar approached them slowly with Liadrin at his side. Thalyssra followed behind, carrying a stool and positioning it behind Lor’themar so he could sit down.

When Sylvanas returned from the Maw, Azeroth, and its people had changed. It was evident in the aging Lor’themar, who walked stiffly as if his joints hurt. Every time Sylvanas looked at Alleria, she was reminded of her mother and the last time Sylvanas saw her alive.

“Yes, Alleria?” Lor’themar asked.

“We need reinforcements to deal with the portals summoned by the void revenants,” Alleria explained. “We must eliminate those vile creatures, or we’ll be overwhelmed quickly.”

Lor’themar paused momentarily before saying, “I trust you to make the right decision for our people.”

Alleria nodded quietly, then turned back towards them with a determined stance that made Sylvanas wonder if she could have saved their people from the Lich King’s slaughter.

“There are three portals: north, west, and east,” Alleria said, pointing to the distant portals. “Liadrin, take your blood knights to the western portal. Vereesa, lead the Silver Covenant against the eastern portal.”

Liadrin and Vereesa nodded with a salute before moving to assemble their troops and head toward their designated locations.

“And what about the northern portal?” Sylvanas asked Alleria.

“The northern portal is the farthest away. Jaina, I need you to teleport yourself, Sylvanas, and the dark rangers as close to the portal as possible. Can you manage that?” Alleria asked, turning to Jaina.

Jaina squinted at the portal on the edge of the forest. “I think I can manage that,” she replied.

“Rangers to me!” Sylvanas shouted.

Dark rangers materialized beside their former queen as if from thin air. Velonara, the group leader, stepped forward before Sylvanas, ready for orders.

“Yes, Dark Lady?” Velonara asked.

Sylvanas narrowed her eyes, realizing that old habits were hard to break. “We’re heading deep into the battlefield. Lady Proudmoore will teleport us to a portal. Our task is to destroy the revenants controlling it.”

The dark rangers took their positions. Before Jaina cast the spell, she carefully grasped Sylvanas’ hand and gave it a quick squeeze.

Sylvanas looked down with a smile and squeezed back. Once this was all over, perhaps she could retire. Maybe she and Jaina could spend their days restoring the Spire and enjoy simpler lives.

Reluctantly, Jaina released her hand to start casting the teleportation spell. Instantly, a flash of light encircled the group, and they were teleported.

They arrived near the portal, but they were not alone. Massive, armor-plated voidlords prowled around them, ready to strike.

“Take them down!” Sylvanas shouted.

The dark rangers followed orders, firing arrows at the colossal creatures. Meanwhile, Jaina started casting a flurry of ice.

Sylvanas drove her dagger into the advancing voidlord, releasing a swirl of shadow magic as she withdrew the blade. The voidlord lunged at her again, but Sylvanas swiftly pierced it between the eyes. It crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

“Sylvanas! There’s an opening to the portal. I can slip through while the dark rangers keep them occupied,” Jaina hissed.

Sylvanas swiftly assessed the situation. The dark rangers were effectively dealing with the voidlords. Even though she knew Jaina was far from a fragile mage, Sylvanas disliked the idea of her venturing alone and unprotected.

“Velonara!” Sylvanas shouted. Velonara glanced her way as she fired an arrow into another voidlord. “Jaina and I will move toward the portal. You need to take out any voidlords that come our way.”

“What about the revenant guarding the portal?” Velonara questioned.

“I’ll handle that foul beast,” Sylvanas said.

Velonara nodded and shouted orders to the dark rangers.

Though Velonara had always been a lone wolf within their order, she was a natural leader. The dark rangers had made a wise choice in selecting her. Sylvanas was pleased to see someone so headstrong step into her role. She hoped that her darkfallen sisters would forgive her for abandoning them someday.

Sylvanas and Jaina raced toward the massive portal, pulsating with purple void energy. Sylvanas extended her hand, halting Jaina from rushing directly to it.

Jaina gave her a puzzled look. “What are we waiting for?”

“The revenant… it’s missing,” Sylvanas whispered.

Before either could speak further, a massive shadow loomed over them. Sylvanas and Jaina turned to find a colossal void revenant clad in silver armor towering above them.

Before they could react, the revenant swung its massive arm, hurling them through the air. As they fell, Sylvanas felt a sudden lightness in her body and realized she was descending slowly. Jaina had cast a spell to cushion their fall and prevent them from crashing into the ground.

When they hit the ground, further from the portal, Sylvanas drew an arrow and fired at the revenant, but the shot barely left a mark.

“Tides! How are we supposed to kill this thing?!” Jaina shouted.

The revenant advanced in a furious rage. Sylvanas glanced at Jaina, who stared back with wide, fearful eyes.

“Stick to the plan,” Sylvanas whispered, then lifted her bow, aiming to draw the revenant closer. As she released the arrow, striking its helm, she gestured urgently for Jaina to move. Jaina hesitated, and Sylvanas called out, “Jaina, go!”

“Please stay safe. I want to celebrate with you afterward,” Jaina said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Sylvanas had no time to react as the revenant closed in. The human had already vanished from sight, but Sylvanas still shouted at Jaina to leave.

“Come here, you ugly bastard,” Sylvanas hissed, and the revenant roared in response, taking the bait.

Sylvanas drew the dagger from her belt and drove it into the revenant’s arm. It hissed in pain as shadowy energy seeped from the wound.

However, the victory was fleeting, fueling the revenant’s fury further. It emitted a bloodcurdling screech as its skin writhed into a mass of tentacles, and its eyes blazed with seething purple energy. Sylvanas cursed as the creature began to swell in size.

The revenant’s thrashing tentacles struck Sylvanas, making her drop her dagger. Despite this, she narrowly evaded the remaining blows and managed to weave out of the way. Quickly recovering, she reached for her bow.

The sharp crack of Sylvanas’s bowstring sent an arrow streaking toward the void creature. The arrow whistled through the air, targeting the revenant’s weak points. But with a clash of metal, the revenant’s razor-sharp claw intercepted the arrow, knocking it away. The revenant then charged directly at Sylvanas.

Sylvanas cursed under her breath. The revenant wasn’t going down easily.

As the revenant charged toward her, it abruptly stopped. Sylvanas watched it closely, gripping an arrow and preparing for her next move.

Slowly, the revenant turned its head toward the portal, grunting in irritation before ignoring Sylvanas and heading straight for the portal.

Sylvanas glanced urgently at the portal and saw Jaina trying to close it. The revenant was charging directly toward her.

“No!” Sylvanas gasped, then sprinted with all her might toward Jaina.

Jaina turned in terror as the revenant charged toward her, caught between the urgent need to close the portal and to defend herself.

The revenant swung its tentacle toward Jaina, its tip sharp and blade-like, aimed directly at her heart. Sylvanas felt her stomach drop.

“Jaina!” Sylvanas cried out as she forced herself to move faster.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Just as the bladed tentacle was about to hit Jaina, Sylvanas threw herself in front of her. She felt a searing pain pierce her soul and then collapsed to the ground.

Sylvanas lay in the dirt, gazing up at the same sky she had looked at years ago when a sword had pierced her chest. She found herself wanting to laugh at the bitter irony of it all.

Sylvanas heard a distant scream and felt an ice lance whiz past her head, followed by a heavy thud on the ground beside her.

As the portal closed nearby, Sylvanas managed to smile despite the blood now pouring from her mouth. Jaina had succeeded.

“Sylvanas! No, no, no…” Jaina cried out in anguish.

Jaina knelt and gently cradled Sylvanas in her arms, tears streaming down her face as she brushed away the hair from Sylvanas’s face. Then, with a flash of magic, Jaina teleported them both away.

Jaina cried as she held Sylvanas, more inky blood spilling from her. The sound of shouting started around her, and she could hear the weight of Vereesa’s tears in the commotion.

Everything around Sylvanas felt dim and hazy, as if she were drifting through a dream. Perhaps it was all just a dream, and she would soon wake up with Jaina beside her, warm in bed, holding each other. She’d tell Jaina about this strange dream, and they would laugh and kiss, with Jaina making everything better—as she always did.

“What happened!?” Vereesa screamed. She bent over Sylvanas, touching her gently while trembling and staring at the oozing wound.

“The revenant struck her,” Jaina cried, turning to Liadrin. “Please, you have to save her. Please!”

Before Liadrin could step closer to examine her wounds, Sylvanas slowly lifted her hand to gently touch Jaina’s face. A sob escaped Jaina as she grasped Sylvanas’s hand and kissed it tenderly.

“You promised me,” Jaina whispered.

“Forgive me, little mage,” Sylvanas said, her attempt at a smile faint and weary.

Sylvanas should have felt anger over the brief time she and Jaina had together or rage at dying once more in the fields of Quel’Thalas. Instead, she found a sense of calmness.

As Sylvanas glanced around, she accepted her fate with peace, knowing that her homeland would be protected at all costs. Her people would endure and fight another day, as they had so many times before.

Sylvanas felt a touch on her leg as Alleria joined Vereesa and Jaina on the ground. She smiled weakly at her sister, reassured that Alleria would be strong for Jaina and Vereesa. Jaina would be in good hands with her sisters.

“Sylvanas, I’m so sorry,” Vereesa gasped between sobs.

“Hush, Little Moon,” Sylvanas said, reaching for Vereesa and Alleria. “I forgive both of you. I need you to forgive yourselves. May your arrows fly straight upon the wind.”

Vereesa kissed Sylvanas’ cheek while Alleria gently squeezed her leg. Sylvanas noticed the glistening tears forming in the corners of Alleria’s eyes.

Sylvanas turned to Jaina, whose deep blue eyes were brimming with tears and whose nose was a red mess. Jaina held Sylvanas’s hand against her cheek, her grief palpable.

“Please don’t go, please!” Jaina wailed.

“My Jaina,” Sylvanas whispered, gently brushing her finger against Jaina’s lips. “I will always be with you. And when you’re old and gray, I’ll be waiting for you in the Shadowlands, and we’ll have all eternity together.”

Jaina threw herself onto Sylvanas, sobbing uncontrollably. “No! I won’t allow this! You’ve suffered enough!”

“Jaina…” Sylvanas hissed in pain as the darkness began to encroach upon her. Jaina lifted her head to look at her. “It’s getting so dark now. I used to fear the dark, but now I don’t anymore.”

Sylvanas never imagined she would come to terms with not fearing death after everything she had endured. Yet now, despite the pain it might cause Jaina, she was ready to let go. She yearned to be embraced by her parents and see her little brother again.

Gradually, the sounds around Sylvanas grew faint until they disappeared completely. Her vision dimmed, and darkness enveloped her mind. The pain vanished, and Sylvanas felt a profound sense of peace, as fresh and pure as a newborn babe.

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Decades had passed, and Sylvanas awaited her love. When Jaina finally arrived in the realm of death, she appeared just as she had before the bombing, with her golden hair shining brightly.

As Jaina approached Sylvanas, she could barely recognize her. Sylvanas appeared as she had when she was Ranger General, no longer a twisted creature of death. She was simply Sylvanas.

Jaina rushed toward her, and Sylvanas greeted her with open arms. They collided into a tight embrace, both shedding tears for the years lost between them.

Sylvanas cradled Jaina’s tear-streaked face in her hands. “I missed you, little mage.”

They shared a soft, tender kiss, then took each other’s hands and walked together into the infinite expanse of the Shadowlands, ready to spend eternity side by side.

#sylvaina #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #bansheey writes

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perpetual-fandom-brainrot · 3 months ago

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Creeping (2) (Dink x Reader x Link)

OLD VERSION

Basic summary: You're in Kakariko recovering from your battle with Dark Link. You discover you didn't come home alone.

A/n: This is an old version of the chapter! I ignored the wound that reader got in the temple (and the heart thing kinda felt weird to me) so You can read the new version here BUT! I want to leave this up for the people who have already read it and like this version.

This is a dark and violent fic that is not intended for children nor sensitive audiences. Read at your own risk

Read the first chapter here MASTERLIST

The sun shines bright on Kakariko village. Children are beginning to drag their parents outside so they can play, cuccos are being given their morning feed, and in many other ways life is starting to be lived. All is well for the residents of Kakariko.

Except for you, you're covered in tears and sweat as you heave with sobs after waking from a nightmare. Ever since Link brought you home a few days ago, the monster who wields his face shows up every time you sleep and mentally shatters you.

"Don't think- don't think too hard about it," you whisper sharper than you intend to, hoping talking will help distract your focus. "It's not here, it's at the temple in Lake Hylia, Link is going to kill it." You hug your knees to your chest and try to do more than just hope you're right. Your voice cracks into a whisper when you try to say it again, "he's going to kill it." You repeat it in a mantra, a hope, a prayer, that Link will come home safe.

"Of course he will, I got stuck with you instead of Mr. hErO," you shriek and press yourself against the wall, meanwhile this darker Link continued on casually, like he was used to this, "you just had to try to be brave didn't you? I'll show you what that earns in this world, and then I'll go recover my powers from that thief," he growls. Before you can register it you're thrown against the opposite wall of the room, landing just next to your door.

He saunters over to your crumpled form, gripping your face hard when you choke out, "wh- what do you-" before squeaking and shutting up. His nails aren't anywhere near as well-groomed as Link's, shaped like claws and steadily digging into your skin. You don't miss the glee in his eyes, blood-red unlike your dreams, as he watches.

"I don't need to mean anything," he begins going through your bags, "because it seems like the brave little princess forgot her fairy wings this time."

Your healing items. You had given them all to Link before he left for the temple again! You don't have anything to take care of yourself in case of an emergency, you don't have any way to scream for help with the grip he has on your face, and you have no vantage to fight back. Tears fall as you come to the realization: if he kills you here and now your death is permanent. If he kills you here and now Link and Navi will return to greet your corpse.

He drags a claw from his free hand down the fabric of your shirt, not enough to expose your chest thankfully, before dragging it in circles around the flesh protecting your heart. It races. He smirks and chuckles. Everything in you is screaming, screaming to move, screaming to do something, screaming to get away, but the better part of you knows that you won't, knows that you can't. To move here or resist now would spell your death. At least if you can convince your body to sit there and take it, to sit there and let itself die, things will potentially feel... easier. More like it's your choice to die than the whim of a monster. You can't even get your thoughts together to internally wish final goodbyes.

Small scratch marks begin forming from the circles he's tracing, "when this war first started, nothing mattered to me." It starts to sting now. You hate the look of satisfaction on his face when you cry more, you hate how much it makes you feel like he's taking you in like some kind of meal. He only speaks again when he breaks skin and you flinch, "and then I was told some boy stole power that was originally meant for me. Could you imagine it, the rage you would feel hunting down something that belongs to you, only for some stupid-" he tightens his grip on your face and plunges into your chest until blood dribbles past his claw- "little-" he moves to choke you instead- "girl-" you can't scream. You can't breathe. You can't do anything but tremble and writhe underneath the monster before you- "to come and take it all away?!" It slams you backwards into a wall, causing several fragile objects to fall off of it and break, and you find yourself fighting your gag reflex from having the wind knocked out of you when you already can't breathe.

At that moment, you hear frantic knocking on your door. "Y/n! Y/n! Hey! Are you okay in there?" The voices of the villagers outside is enough to spook the monster into disappearing. You can't bring yourself to move. You don't want anyone to see you like this anyway. If they know the darkness was in your home, they might think you're the one harboring it- or worse, they could think you're the source.

"I'm- I'm okay!" You manage to call out. "I tripped and knocked some things down!"

"Alright!" You hear the villager chuckling a little bit. Thankfully no other comments follow. You stand up, being careful of any sharp pieces that might cut your feet, and tread to your closet. The object of your focus hangs on the inner door. It's a simple scarf, one you typically wear out on expeditions, but you hadn't worn it to the water temple for fear of, well, the water. Now it would serve to cover the markings on your neck. You also opt to change out of your ripped shirt, silently vowing to get the rupees for it back from that monster.

Link, please come back soon. Please be alive.

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pisupsala · 2 years ago

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One for The History Books [Chapter 19] [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw]

[Summary] You are an archivist at the Pentagon, sent on assignment to TOPGUN to catalog and report on a top-secret mission. In the days under the Californian sun, a certain naval aviator puts your once orderly life in a tailspin that you might never recover from.

[Pairing] Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc

[Warnings] Mature content: swearing, (explicit) smut. 18+ only.

[Words] 3.6k

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Chapter 19 - Rock bottom

“I really fucked up.”

Pete is temporarily stunned into silence. For a second he was elated Bradley was calling him of his own accord, but now he is just worried. His relationship with Bradley has only slowly been healing—facing mortal danger together might have helped them reconnect, but a decade plus of anger, hurt, and grief are hard to set aside.

Bradley was a kid, hell, he still in his teens when they fell out. He’s a grown man now. That’s a lot of time passed.

Much has changed.

He has changed.

But maybe this is his chance to made amends with Bradley. He feels a little spark of hope in his chest that Bradley is choosing to reach out to him—trusts him enough to come to him when he’s in trouble.

“Whatever you do, don’t say anything without a lawyer present.” Pete springs into action immediately, rummaging through paper on his desk. “I know a good one. Where are you? Still in Virginia?”

The silence on the other end of the line is uncomfortably long.

“I’m not in trouble with the law, Mav.” Bradley sounds tired, voice flat.

“Oh.” Pete stops in his tracks. “No, of course.”

He sits back down. Stupid. Bradley was never a troublemaker—he takes after Goose in that sense. At least Pete thinks so. When they talk, they talk about shared memories—things they both remember from… before. Goose, Carole, baseball.

They talk about the Navy and flying, but Bradley omits pretty much anything that pertains to his personal life. Pete assumes he doesn’t rate that information—yet, he hopes—as Bradley probably still resents him on some level.

Healing is a slow process—something Pete is all too familiar with.

“So… what’s going on, Rooster?” Pete asks hesitantly, unsure how to navigate the situation. At first, a deep sigh on the other end of the line is his only answer.

“I just had a huge fight with Darcy,” Bradley pauses awkwardly, like he is trying to gather courage to finished his sentence. “I walked out on her.”

Pete blanches. This conversation is taking a direction he really didn’t expect. When Bradley had visited him, Pete had asked point-blank about whether he had someone waiting for him back home, and Bradley just shrugged. “My girl is back in D.C.”

That was pretty much the end of that conversation. Bradley hadn’t even mentioned a name. Pete realized at that moment how much Bradley is keeping him at arm’s length— and it hurt.

To make matters worse, relationship shit is really not Pete’s forte.

“What did you fight about?”

“Fuck - Mav, I don’t know.” Bradley sounds desperate.

He does know. He’s struggling to find an explanation for that entire shitshow of a day that doesn’t make him look like an absolute monster. You got hurt. Because of him. And when you called him out on it, he retaliated.

A venomous voice in his head tells him you were already spoiling for a fight. You backed him into a corner. Refused to let up even after he asked you to drop it. Then had the audacity to be shocked when he went on the counteroffensive after all the potshots you took.

Fuck. This really isn’t helping anything,

Whichever way he turns it, he took the first shot. Quite literally to your face. And Bradley also knows he’s not going to get out of this unless he confronts everything head on.

Leaning back, eyes screwed shut and heart beating in his throat, he decides it’s best to rip off the band-aid.

“I’ve been having nightmares.” He swallows thickly. “Regularly.”

Pete stays quiet, listening, his breathing the only indication he is still there.

“And today… I hurt Darcy today as I woke up from one. I swear it was a fucking accident, Mav!” Anger creeps back into his voice. Bradley pauses for a moment to steady himself. “She confronted me. I couldn’t handle it.”

It’s out in the open now. Bradley thought that maybe it would help to say it out loud. It doesn’t. If at all possible, he feels worse.

“How long?” Pete’s voice is steady, no nonsense. Bradley rubs his eyes. He needs to see this through. Then, more urgently: “How long, Bradley?”

“Since the mission.”

“The crash?” Pete pauses. “Just that?”

“Yeah, sorry, it was my first time being shot down by a SAM behind enemy lines.” Bradley spits out venomously. He doesn’t even know why he reacts so defensively—the question was far from accusatory.

“It could have been any number of things from that mission.” Pete feels like he’s flying blind. “Not everything… we carry with us has to stem from one incident. Sometimes it’s years of things that build up to a breaking point.”

Bradley is silent, waiting for Pete to continue.

“Does it affect your flying at all?”

“No.” Finally opening his eyes and blinking against the sun reflecting from the hood of his car, Bradley continues. “Just my sleep. Sometimes it’s weeks of nothing, and then suddenly I wake up every night.”

Sometimes it’s easier to just keep talking.

“I was afraid to fall asleep next to Darcy. I knew I would sometimes jerk awake violently, and I didn’t want her to know. I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“But she knew.” Pete concludes, not unkindly. “How did she react?”

“She never pushed the issue. I thought it would go away eventually.” Bradley replies honestly.

“Until she did.”

Bradley lets out a heavy sigh and echos in a pained voice: “Yeah, until she did.”

“Mav - I don’t know what to do.”

Pete slumps in his seat, not knowing what to say. Bradley sounds so lost.

“Go home, Rooster, clear your head.” Pete hesitates. “And give Darcy some space for a bit. It’ll be easier to talk when you’ve both had some time to cool down.”

“What if she’s done talking?”

In moments like this, Penny would know what to say. She always does. Pete struggles to find comforting words—are there even any?

“Do you believe she might be?” He asks instead.

“I’m… I’m terrified that she is.”

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“Darcy! Darce! Jesus Christ, what happened?”

You’re sobbing so hard you are nearly dry-heaving, body shaking, as you kneel hunched over on the floor. After what seems like ages, you finally catch your breath enough to speak.

“Bradley walked out on me.” You utter completely defeated, fresh tears rolling down your face. Speaking it out loud is like making it a reality.

“Oh sweetie…”

“He just fucking up and left, Beth.”

“Did you fight?” Beth asks kindly.

“Yeah…” You swallow thickly. You hear Emma whine in the background. “He’s been so evasive, like he just never could completely show himself to me. And I guess… it just all came to a head today…” You trail off into a soft sob.

“I’m sorry, Darce.”

“Just why!? It’s so fucking unfair!” Anger breaks through your grief like a lance. “I’ve been nothing but patient—I gave Bradley every opportunity. I waited, I gave him space. And what do I get? Fucking nothing. He throws his parents’ death at me to shut me up. Who the fuck does that?”

You fall silent for a moment.

“He said both his parents died before he was out of high school…” You trail off, voice breaking, as your anger melts away as quickly as it bubbled up.

“Jesus, that’s awful.” Beth agrees sympathetically. “What brought all this on?”

You still. No matter how much you want to vent to your sister, get all the poison from the fight out of your system, you hesitate to tell her about Bradley’s nightmares. It was the catalyst, but doesn’t feel like your place to share.

Strangely, despite your vicious anger, you still feel protective of Bradley.

“I might have pushed too hard…” It’s probably technically not even untrue. “I am just so tired of having to guess, feeling like I am never enough and always only being shown snapshots, not a whole person.”

“Darcy…” Beth’s weary tone raises your hackles. You’re not going to like where this is going, you can tell. “You always do this.”

“Do what?” You retort defensively.

“You have the patience of a saint, but when you’ve had enough, god knows you’re like a bat out of hell.” Beth’s voice is calm, but it’s like nails on a chalkboard to you. “You stay in your head until you can’t make sense of something, and then you dig in, tearing at wounds when you have no idea how to stop the bleeding.”

“I didn’t start this.” You grind out.

“But you’ve let it come to this.” Beth argues back gently.

“I called you to help me feel better, not to get a lecture about how you think I am a doormat.” You cut at Beth. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Never said you’re a doormat,” Beth counters easily, “And I am helping you.”

You don’t reply, just rolling your eyes instead. Your whole face feels puffy, skin strangely tight from the dried tears. The bruise under your eye still stings. That strange hollow feeling in your stomach is back—the exact feeling you had last summer when you thought Bradley ghosted you. But it never hurt like this, it’s like it’s tearing your insides apart.

“Look…” You hear Beth take a deep breath. “In the end, you can only control your own actions. And I get it, it sucks right now. How many times have our places been switched in this situation?” She ends with a slight chuckle.

Beth is right—despite your many differences, you shared pretty much every teenage heartbreak together, crying cuddled up in bed, sharing pints of ice cream and bingeing rom-coms. Unfortunately, you’re several thousand miles away from each other now.

It’s an ice-cold realization trickling down your spine.

You are alone.

“Do you think I should call Bradley and apologize?” Your heart feels heavy, like it’s being weighed down by a boulder. “I said some… truly awful things.”

“No.” The resoluteness in Beth answer takes you aback. “God, Darcy. Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?” You want to be angry and argue back, but your voice is thick with tears again.

“Bradley walked out on you. What kind of signal are you giving by calling him now to apologize?” You don’t have an answer, so you just sit, lip quivering. Beth continues: “Christ, I mean—I get it. I really do. And Darce, god, my heart aches for you. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you so devastated. But don’t do this to yourself.”

You are fully back to crying again. “Beth - wha- what are you saying?”

“Let him make the first move. Let Bradley apologize for leaving.” Beth leaves no room to argue. “If you call him now, you condemn yourself to doing all the emotional labor every time you fight and absolve him from taking responsibility for his actions.”

Beth hesitates for a moment as she listens to you crying silently.

“And Darcy… if you do that, you’ll never be happy.”

“But what if Bradley doesn’t come back?” You whisper brokenly. Could you ever be happy again if that happened? You can’t bear to think about it.

“Then…,” Beth swallows almost nervously. “Then he was always going to walk out on you. Sooner or later.”

The desperate sob that tears from your lips has Beth screwing her eyes shut in pain.

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After what can only be described as the Monday from hell, Bradley collapses on his bed and he feels like the walls are about to cave in on him. Where the room had felt cold and barren before, compared to your small and cozy apartment, it feels like a complete black hole now. He stares into the darkness.

Since yesterday, he must have started a hundred different messages and erased every single one. What can he even say?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk out like that”?

Except he did.

Bradley regrets it now, but at the moment it felt like the only course of action. Should he apologize? Somehow, it doesn’t feel adequate to do it over text, but it’s too late to call tonight. And he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have enough courage to that either way. What if you don’t pick up? What if you’re really done talking?

You haven’t texted him, either.

It gnaws at him.

Some things are irreversible. No matter how much he wants to wake up, wishes it away—reality is immutable. It’s a deep sense of dread, knowing he’s on a path that he can’t change. The doomed outcome is pre-determined.

He had that same feeling when his mother got sick, and it became clear she wasn’t going to get better anymore.

It’s the exact feeling when he ejected from his flaming aircraft.

And no matter how much he tries to push it away, that dread is creeping up on him now, clawing at his mind, tearing at his heart.

Can he still turn the tide?

How does he let someone in his life? The life that’s he forgotten how to talk about; every memory overshadowed by pain, death, and betrayal. How can he ever start to all untangle that after leaving it to fester deep inside him for so many years? Is there a way to explain that in his dreams, he sees everything he loves disappear in roaring flames?

Bradley knows all too well he’s been carrying this pain inside him—he just likes to pretend it’s not there, even though it very definitely influences his thinking and behavior. It always has. He went on every tour possible, volunteered to stay behind as the duty over the holidays, and made incredibly sure he would never find himself on a carrier with Mav. Hell, the fact that he’s even in the Navy…

The matter of the fact is, time is running out for him. He needs to do something. How can he convince you that he wants to give every part of him to you, but doesn’t know how?

Bradley feels like he’s almost paralyzed by the uncertainty he’s feeling and the questions that are running in circles through his head.

Almost automatically, he dials Pete’s number. It’s not that late on the Pacific coast yet, and Bradley doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep either way as the feeling of dread envelops him.

“Hey Rooster,” Pete greets him casually as he picks up on the first ring. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” Bradley sighs. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Yeah, of course.” Pete replies immediately.

Bradley sits up in his bed, leaning his back against the wall. “I feel like I’m stuck. Darcy hasn’t been in touch, and I don’t know what to say to her.” The frustration is evident in his voice, he’s been going in circles in his head for hours now. “It’s like there’s a doomsday clock hanging over my head—I’m leaving for a month-long training mission in a week and I need to do something.”

“It’s probably a good start to tell Darcy you want to talk and resolve this.” Pete supplies patiently. “There’s no use in forcing a resolution now, just because you are leaving. You can still talk when you are in Texas, too. Give each other time to heal and figure what you want from this.”

Bradley swallows. Leaving you to figure out what you want from your relationship is the single most terrifying prospect of the whole situation. Every minute that passes where he doesn’t hear from you, he becomes more convinced it’s because you are figuring out that his broken and emotionally damaged presence is not worth the hassle.

“I don’t think Darcy will be waiting for me anymore if I don’t do something now.” Bradley confesses, feeling like the dread that had been creeping up just pushed his head underwater.

“What do you think needs to be done?” Pete asks honestly.

“I don’t know!” Bradley half-shouts. “Sorry- I—I just don’t know” He groans. “I don’t know how to give her what she’s asking. I don’t know how to let her in—I’ve closed that part of myself off for so long, I don’t even know how to let myself in anymore.”

“Why not start with telling her that?”

“Wouldn’t that be admitting outright I can’t give her what she wants?” Bradley sounds exasperated. “Might as well just end the whole thing right away.”

“I don’t really know Darcy,” Pete pauses for a moment. “But maybe give her a bit more credit—she stuck by you so far.”

“It’s not enough.” Bradley’s voice is pained. Talking about his fears actually makes him feel like you’re actually slipping through his fingers. “Darcy deserves better. More.”

Running his hand through his hair, Bradley sits in his dark barracks room wishing he was anywhere else. With you preferably. Just so he could talk to you, at least try to explain. Mav is still talking to him, but Bradley barely hears him.

Back when Bradley was a teenager, Mav had some singularly horrible advice when it came to girls and relationships, proven by his own pretty disastrous love live. In the years they spent apart, Mav clearly went through some personal growth, as most of his advice is… balanced and level-headed. Mature even.

“Don’t think, just do.” Bradley mumbles.

“What?” Pete stops mid-sentence, surprised.

“I’m wasting time overthinking this.” Bradley starts with renewed energy—suddenly things start clicking into place. And while Pete feels like he should be happy Bradley is coming to some sort of break through, he can’t help but feel worried. From what he’s seen, Bradley veers dangerously between extremes of cautiousness and overthinking to what even Mav can only describe as recklessness.

“I need to get my mom’s ring.”

The words hang in the air while Pete tries to parse what Bradley just said. On the other hand, Bradley is pretty sure he just found the solution to the whole problem. You want to be in his life, and he wants you there—so what better way to do it than just show you he is committed to you for the long haul?

Even better, it will give him time to figure his shit out with you by his side.

“You want Carole’s ring… for Darcy?” Pete asks cautiously, trying to ensure he’s actually understanding Bradley’s sudden leap in logic.

“Yeah. Don’t you think it makes sense?”

“I - I don’t know, Rooster.” Pete pauses, unsure. “Getting your mom’s ring for Darcy is… a pretty big step.”

He considers his options. Pete doesn’t want to alienate Bradley by talking him out of this, and women like grand romantic gestures, right? “But if you think it’s the right thing to so, you have my support.” He concludes diplomatically.

Bradley can’t believe Mav is not more enthused by his plan. But before he can start arguing his point, he hears the metallic sound of a pan being slammed down with considerable force, followed by the noise of rapid footsteps coming closer.

“Pen- Penny-” Pete protests weakly through the rustling and crackling on the line as the phone is getting wrung out of his hand. “Pen - stop!”

“Give me the phone, Pete.” Penny’s voice is low.

“Hey Pen-” Bradley starts sheepishly. He had no idea Pete was with her. She mercilessly cuts him off.

“Bradley Bradshaw, if you propose to that poor girl after walking out on her, so help me god, I’m banning from the Hard Deck for life.”

“I - what?” Bradley is lost for words. First off, how does Penny know…? Ah. Mav probably talked to her. All that sudden levelheaded advice had to come from somewhere. Secondly—how is she not onboard with this? Penny had been telling him for years she should settle down.

“And I cannot believe you are going along with this, Pete!” Penny’s on a warpath now. Somewhere in the background, Mav is mumbling something that sounds like an apology. “Proposing with his mother’s ring, no less!”

“What do you suggest I do then?” Bradley fires back.

“Talk to her.”

God, back to square one.

“It’s not that easy, Penny.”

“Then tell her that.” The edge in Penny’s voice softens. “You have to start somewhere. But a proposal is not an apology or resolution.”

Bradley deflates as he pulls up his knees. For a hot second, he thought he finally had it figured out.

“So don’t put Darcy—or yourself for that matter—in that position. Whatever problems you are having will still be there, the only difference will be the ring on her finger.” She continues sympathetically.

“And that ring will suffocate you both if you don’t figure this out first.” Penny’s voice is suddenly laced with pain, the kind that comes from experience. Bradley silently contemplates his options.

“I -I’m scared...” He starts, hating how his voice shakes. “I’m scared of telling Darcy what I see at night. I don’t want her to see how broken I really am.”

He takes a shuddering breath. “What if she doesn’t want me anymore?”

That’s the knife stuck in his heart. What if you don’t want him anymore if he’s not the fun, confident and capable Rooster you fell in love with, but just the scared and hurt Bradley that is plagued by nightmares?

“There’s a reason they say “for better or for worse.” Penny’s voice is soft. “Give her—give yourself a chance. And be honest. You can come out of this together, and be stronger for it.”

“Thanks Pen.” Bradley suddenly feels exhausted, like he’s been on a metal rollercoaster. He says his goodbye’s to both Mav and Penny, sitting motionless in the darkness of his room, staring at the light emanating from his phone, feeling more and more lost.

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[note] When it comes to relationship shit, Rooster and Mav have share one brain cell, but Penny is actually in charge of it.

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Chapter 6

For almost a month you haven't woken up. After the 2nd day of you still not opening your eyes Mitsuri had to move you to the hospital ward of the estate so Shinobu could monitor you closer and have everything near her incase she needed it.

The wound on your head didn't fully heal until the fourth day. Which made the rest of the slayers realize your weren't a threat (except for Sanemi of course) Shinobu keeps a watchful eyes on you looking for ANY signs of you waking up. She trys keeping on a happy face and attitude but her closest friends and family knew how worried she was. Shinobu was much quicker to snap at people and get irritated. Especially at Sanemi. Dude could breathe too loud and she'd get annoyed.

Tengen and Obanai came over to drop off some presents for you if you woke up. Tengen bought you a beautiful hair brush that had very rare gems and Obanai was bringing a tea set and some story books. It was actually Mitsuris present but she had to go on a mission.

The two walked into the ward quietly seeing Shinobu sitting next to you with a sad expression. Its been awhile since they've seen her this sad since Kanaes death.

"She still not waking up?" Tengen asked looking at your sleeping form.

"Sadly no, But I'm not gonna loose hope"

The all of a sudden a miracle happened. You started groaning and stirring in your sleep like you were in a nightmare. All three stared with wide eyes while Shinobu tried gently shaking you awake but it wasn't working. A tick mark appeared on Tengens forhead. He leaner down next to your ear.

"WAKE UP BRAT!"

Your eyes shot open and started making angry noises and hit Tengens chest. Of course it didn't hurt him but it was kinda funny seeing you so grumpy right after sleeping for almost a month.

"Good morning sleepy head" Shinobu greeted with a big smile. You quit hitting Tengen and embraced her in a hug.

"Wha happen?"

"You were taking a long beauty nap. We all missed you"

"Especially you" Obanai said under his breath

Y/n looked at Iguro and admired his different color eyes and the snake on his shoulder. She thought he looked so cool.

"Pwetty snek"

"Its snake"

"Snek"

"Snake"

"Snek"

Iguro face palmed while Tengen laughed loudly. Obanai asked why she acted so young and Shinobu explained that she's an age regressor so she can't pronounce certain words very well.

"I think I understand but why does she do it? What happened to her"

Shinobu frowned slightly as she looked at you trying to grab the gems hanging from his head band. Tengen didn't seem mad though. In fact it seemed like he was trying to play with you by leaning forward and backing away before you grabbed them.

"She hasn't told me anything about her life before turning into a demon but what we witnessed at the meeting it definitely seems like she has ptsd"

"Have you tried asking her?"

"What a great idea! Let me ask someone whose in the headspace of a two year old about their trauma! What could go wrong!"

"Alright! You made your point!"

"The master said he wanted to do another meeting since by the time he got there everyone was gone" Tengen interrupted.

"Don't even think about it.."

His fingers were in your mouth ready to bite down.

"Thats fine but Y/n needs a few days to recover. Tomioka and my girls have missed her" Shinobu smiles

Tengen laughs loudly finding it hilarious how the emo hashira already cared so much about a little demon.

"Mama..."

Y/n reached her arms out to Shinobu small tears in her eyes. She gladly embraced her baby in her arms petting her hair.

"I missed you Y/n"

"Me toos"

Obanai and Tengen left so the two could be alone. Y/n realized they were gone and ran after them. As Obanai opened the door Y/n hugged him from behind suprising him.

"Bye bye"

Obanai just nodded and did a small wave goodbye to her along with Tengen. The rest of the day consisted of you playing with the butterfly girls and sticking by Shinobus side. She wasn't complaining thought she missed you so much. There were a couple times throughout the few days Y/n would start hitting herself and crying if someone accidently slammed a door or raised there voice. So Shinobu decided to get you some noise canceling headphones. It helped tremendous and now there were far less tantrums to everyone's relief.

Mitsuri came back the day before the meeting and took you out to town with Obanai to get food. Halfway through the day you almost passed out becasue of the sun. So they got you a cute umbrella to shield you which helped. Mitsuri even convinced Obanai to let you hold his snake. Kubumaru seemed to like you just fine which made you very happy. Out of all the other slayers so far Mitsuri and Obanai were your favorites. He didn't really talk to you that much and still had some doubts but was getting used to you. (Mostly just to please Mitsuri)

When the day of the meeting finally came Shinobu could not get you to come out of your room. The door was locked and you were crying. Since the last meeting you were scared of Sanemi and since he was attending you were scared out of your mind.

"Dear, if you're worries about Sanemi, Mama promises he won't say or do anything to you okay?"

"No"

Shinobu barely heard it since it was so quiet. She started getting annoyed and if she kept pushing with no progression then her temper would take over. So Shinobu called Tengen and Giyu since you got along with them.

Giyu tried first

"Y/n can you come out"

"Nu"

Then Tengen tried

He banged the door loudly

"Open up brat!"

Yeahhhhh, that made it worse becasue now you were sobbing.

"Way to go Uzui"

"LIKE YOU DID ANY BETTER"

Shinobu was ready to burst.

"Baby, I know you're scared but I promise you everything's gonna be just fine. Tengen, Giyu, and Mitsuri can even hold you the whole time if you want"

"I didn't-"

Shinobu kicks him and he holds back curses.

The door opened slowly to see you wearing a cute pair of light purple overalls with your white paci. Your eyes still were glowing purple from being so upset. You reached your arms up for Tengen whining.

"Geesh kid alright alright"

Tengen held you in his arms while you played with the dangling gems on his head band babbling happily. You loved being held in Tengens arms the most becasue he made you feel so small and protected with his big arms and muscles

The three made there way to the meeting while you happily sucked on your paci and layed your head on Tengens shoulder getting tired already.

"Dear, you need to stay awake we're almost there" Shinobu reminded. You just whined in annoyance and hugged Tengens neck. He slightly smiled at this which Shinobu caught out of the corner out of her eyes. She'd definitely pick on him later for it.

When the three got there all the other hasiras and Kagaya were there waiting. Sanemi looked like he wanted to storm out but had to stay becasue Kagaya had ordered him too and to give the demon a chance. Tengen slightly shook Y/n awake causing her to hit his back with her fists. Of course it didn't hurt him but a tick mark was still on his forhead. He puts you down on the ground much to your dissapointemt. You were about to have a tantrum when you saw Obanai and Mitsuri. You quickly ran to them with your arms out. She scoops you up and runs her cheek against yours lovingly.

"Mitsi Mitsi!"

"AWWWWW Iguro, did you hear what she called me?! Isn't she so cute?!"

Obanai just nodded

You reached out one of your arms and reached for kubumaru.

"Snek"

"Its Snake"

"Snek"

"Oh brother..."

"Let's settle down now we have important matters to discuss"

Mitsuri put you on the ground and everyone bowed to him. You tried doing the same but accidently fell on your face causing your nose to start bleeding. Tears started leaking from your eyes while you held your nose.

"Y/n let me see honey" Shinobu walked over to you and carefully inspected your nose.

"You'll be okay baby. It should be healed by tonight"

A beautiful purple butterfly then landed on your nose healing it almost instantly before flying away. Shinobu and everyone else were pretty shocked. They've never seen a blood demon art like that before.

"I see we've figured out Y/n blood demon art. Very beautiful indeed. Could you come up here little one?"

Y/n hesitated grabbing onto Shinobu but she encouraged you to go see Kagaya so you did but held her hand until you got to him. You sat down in front of him but kept eye contact on the floor looking a bit blank.

"You need to look at the master you-" Sanemi starter but Tengen, Giyu, and Shinobu were glaring him down daring him to say anything else. Kagaya didn't take this as an insult and started to speak.

"Its nice to meet you Y/n I'm aware that you're a demon. Have you ever ate a human or attacked another person"

You tensed up after that and started to cry.

"I-i shove Mitsi" you barely were even able to say it becasue you were crying so much.

Kagaya reached out to touch you on your head but all the slayers (Even Sanemi) yelled

"MASTER NO"

Kagaya was shocked at this becasue none of the slayers ever yelled at him. Except for Sanemi when he didn't respect him yet.

Kagaya nodded in understanding

"Little one it's alright. I'm sure Kanroji forgives you"

"Of course I forgive her! She didn't do it out of spite she was just scared!"

"See, nobody is upset with you. If that's the only violent thing you've done I'd say you're the best demon I've ever met"

Y/n looked up and smiled brightly leaping forward and biting his shoulder. Sanemi was quick to take his sword and charge at you. Kagaya was quick to see it and put his hand out signaling for him to stop.

"But master she attacked-"

Sanemi saw you stop biting him and saw that there were hardly any marks on his shoulder. You noticed him and hugged Kagaya burying yourself into his chest shaking.

"Sanemi, you need to treat Y/n with more respect. She's hasn't yet done anything to deserve the mistreatment you've given her. You need to apologize"

Sanemi was obviously irritated but bowed down in front of you too.

"My apologies Master and Y/n"

"I forgive you, What about you Y/n? Will you give him another chance?"

Y/n thinks for a moment but then hesitantly nods her head.

"Is okay"

You gently patted his head like your friends and Mama did to you. Mitsuri awed at the adorable display in front of her. Sanemi blushed in embarrassment and quickly walked away. Tengen teased him and that led into an argument so Shinobu took you and quickly took you home.

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