#i hope they find the perpetrators and fucking thrash them to death

[blackknight-100]

Each time they say something new about the R G Kar case, somehow it just gets worse and worse.

[bougiebutchbinch]

okay. so.

Interdimensional gladiator fights are happening across the multiverse. Logan (Wade's Wolverine) takes on a bit of merc-work, infiltrating this ring for the TVA - but he misses his worry-date.

And Wade is worried.

So, obviously, he does something about it.

Off he trots, hunting the perpetrators of these matches through multiple dimensions. And every time, he sees people being treated like fucking animals, revved up on magic ultraviolence 'roids and let loose on each other to tear each other apart in front of a cheering crowd. And his worry about what happened to Logan grows. And it grows. And it grows.

Wade works his way up through the different levels of the fight club as a high-paying gambler. No one suspects him of trying to take down the operation - why would they? He's a Wade variant; they get up to all kinds of shady shit. He rubs shoulders with some of the galaxy's most hedonistic and hideous. He watches people - adults, mothers, kids - fight to the death. He intervenes where he can, but not nearly enough -

Because he has to maintain his cover until he finds Logan.

And Logan is nowhere to be found.

Eventually, Wade weasels his way into a top-rollers-only match, underground even by the standards of this exclusive club. He even flashes enough money around to get a chance to meet the 'competitors' beforehand!

And at last... one of them is Logan.

Hunched up in a cage barely larger than he is. Muzzled. Fur bristling all down his bare back.

Wade steps forwards, lips parting under his mask, hands clenching into fists. He doesn't mean to - but he says Logan's name.

The only problem being, there's no response.

Oh, Logan reacts. Snarling, growling, thrashing against the bars of his cage. But there's no recognition there. He's furious. Feral. A drip line punches into the flesh of his forearm, clamped in place with a metal cuff so his healing factor can't work it back out. And he looks at Wade like he's a piece of raw meat. Like Logan wants to shred him like pulled pork at a Texan BBQ.

"I," says Wade, in his best Harrison Ford impersonsation, "have got a bad feeling about this."

The woman who let Wade down into this gloomy warehouse basement, gives him a sidelong look.

"You know this man?"

Wade tries for an innocent blink, though his mask kinda kills the effect. "Everyone knows the Wolverine."

The woman shakes her head, backing up towards the exit. "Not everyone stares at him like that. Fuck. We're busted! Shut the operation down!"

She turns tail and flees. Just before the heavy-duty door to the warehouse clamps shut.

Perfect. Just what Wade needs.

He rushes to Logan, pulling the temppad out of his pocket. "Oh, buddy, I gotta call PETA... this is just blatant animal abuse. Kay, hang tight, I'm gonna get you outta here - "

But before he can activate the temppad, some external control must activate, because the cage door flies open. Smacking the temppad out of his hand.

"Owie!" Wade dives for it, hoping for a perfect catch - but something smacks him in the gut before his fingers brush the hi-tech glass. Three-hundred sweaty, musk-stinking, feral pounds of something.

The last thing he sees is Wolverine tearing off his muzzle, before his teeth clamp down on Wade's neck.

Or at least, it's the last thing he sees until he opens his eyes again.

"Owie," he tries to repeat, but nothing comes out but gurgles and air. Wade winces, holding a hand in front of his throat. He strokes the mauled skin, finding bloody tooth marks still in the process of healing. "Wow. Perfect tracheostomy hole. Have you conisdered a career in medicine?"

Obviously, the words don't make any sound - but the wheeze of his breath is enough to make the shadowed figure, crouched in the corner of the room, twist towards him and growl.

Wolvie's still here. They're still locked in the basement. And Wolvie's eyes are still rabid monstrosities, the whites showing all around, not his own.

He pounces once more. Charging towards Wade, teeth bared, claws out, muscles bulging. And - damn, this would be sooooo hot if only there was a glimmer of recognition in his eyes.

"Sun's going down, big guy!" Wade babbles, springing to his feet. Scanning the ground for the temppad. "Sun's going down!"

His voice finally breaks through, vocal cords healing, trachea sealing shut. He dives out of the way of Wolverine's stampede, leaving it till the last second, just for funsies. Which - whoops. Might've been a bad idea. Whatever drugs they've pumped Logan full of must amplify his reflexes as well as his anger, because he spins on a fucking sixpence and drags his claws down Wade's front, spilling his guts onto the warehouse floor in a steaming pile.

"Are you kidding me?" Wade wails. He drops to his knees, digging his hands into the mess. "How'm I meant to find the temppad under all this? Needle in a haystack, move aside. This is like trying to find a temppad in a pile of upsetty spaghetti..."

Wolverine crouches close by, still growling. Claws dripping with Wade's blood. Oh, he's a picture. Fur bristling. Shoulders bunched. The low light catches on the flecks of spit that drip from his bloodstained muzzle. Wade would let him maul him all day - if only he could be sure Wolvie was enjoying it, too.

But right now, if he looks past the ferocious expression and the aggressive body language...

All Wade sees in Logan's eyes is fear.

That hits like a lead slug to the prefrontal cortext. Wade isn't a guy who gets angry easily, as a rule. He's pretty chill. With most things, he can see the funny side.

But there is no funny side, here. Whatever these bastards did to his honeybadger, it changed him. It hurt him. And Wade would love to go hunt each person in charge of this crummy fight club down and tear them into itty bitty pieces - if only getting Logan calm and returning them somewhere safe, wasn't his top priority.

Hm. Maybe it's time to try a different tack.

Wade staggers to his feet. Blood still gushing from his emptying abdominal cavity, intestines unspooling on the floor.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he says, gentle. Raising his hands. "It's me. Wade. You remember me, don't you, kitty-cat? Your little spoon? Your goofy goober? Your silly rabbit?"

Logan bunches his thighs, growl deepening. Springs again. But this time, Wade's ready.

As Logan crashes into him, bearing him to the floor, Wade wraps his arms around him. Not in a judo-lock, or any sort of funky wrestling move. Just. A hug.

He holds him. Even as Logan buries his teeth in his shoulder, thrashing his head to gouge away gory chunks of flesh. Even as Logan's fists punch through his regrowing viscera, claws pinning him to the bloody concrete floor.

Wade.

Just.

Holds him.

Nuzzling his face against the side of Wolvie's, as Logan bites brutally into his neck. Whispering 'It's okay, Kitty, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here,' as blood gurgles from his lungs. Humming one of those shitty country songs Logan likes to put on the radio. Stroking Logan's spiky, greasy hair with shaky fingers until Logan snaps his spinal cord and his arms fall limp. Telling him how much Laura misses him, how Al misses him though she won't admit it, how Wade misses him most of all.

Until the fight bleeds out of Logan, sure as he's bled out Wade. He shakes in Wade's arms, bared teeth scraping against his jugular. But though he bites down, there's a question in it. And Wade swears there are tears dripping off Logan's nose, as well as drops of blood.

"Let it out, Kitty-cat," he encourages, once his throat has regrown (again). "I got you."

Logan's shoulders shake. A soundless sob heaves through him. And - at last! - he curls into Wade, tiny whimpers pushing out between the growls.

One of them even sounds a tiny bit like "Wade - "

"Yeah, yeah." Wade squeezes his hands until the pins and needles dissipate, then goes right back to cuddling Logan, running his fingers lightly up and down his hairy spine. "Daddy's here."

The noise Logan makes at that is slightly more reproachful, possibly even threatening to chew out his windpipe again - but the door bangs open before he gets the chance. In barges the woman who led Wade down here, brandishing what is, if Wade had to make an educated guess, a high-powered tranq rifle.

"Don't you two put on a good show!" she pants, flipping straight blonde hair out of her eyes. "If I get you in front of a crowd, it'll be our highest grossing match yet - "

Wade doesn't bother with a witty rejoinder. He just pulls out a pistol and nails her, bang, right between the eyes.

"Pass," he says, shoving the gun back into its holster on his thigh as the woman crumples to the floor. "Me and pookums here have a nice long date with a bubble bath, I think. Then snuggles in bed in front of a Bea Arthur marathon. Sound good, Loag?"

Logan tensed at the gunshot, eyes going all shell-shocked. But before he can reignite their fun little murder-fest, Wade strokes his back again. And Logan, grudgingly - untrustingly - hunkers down on top of him. Still tense. Still uncertain. Still keeping one wary eye on Wade. But letting himself be loved.

Wade sends his other hand on a gross exploratory mission through the contents of his guts, until he brushes the familiar edge of a temppad.

"C'mon, big guy," he says to Wolvie, keeping that gentle, grounding pressure between his shoulder blades. "Let's get you home."

we had Wade Whump Wednesday (Wunday)

now I am rotating

Logan L(wh)ump L(M)onday

TO BE DISCUSSED FURTHER ONCE I AM ACTUALLY AWAKE BECAUSE. HOO BOY I GOT IDEAS >:3c

[obeiii-mee]

Hey!! I just came across your page and I immediately fell in love with your writing style,, since your ask box is open, I was hoping to request MC getting hit with a spell or curse that makes them hate the brothers. (Like mystic messenger elixir, or danganronpa despair disease!) pretty much just how they would react if MC suddenly started to thrash and curse at them. (That sweet angst if you catch my drift) Thank you for taking the time to read this! <33

The Brothers with a Cursed!MC

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We gotta keep the angst train rolling because why not-

I’ll happily write anything to do with hate spells and the Danganronpa reference really painted it out for me nicely so let’s see if I can write angst in slightly smaller portions because there was an attempt! Thanks for the request by the way, this is the kind of thing that pops up in my brain pretty often, idk how I never wrote it out before now! You’re also very sweet for taking the time out of your day to request this <3

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie

Notes: uh, the title is pretty bland because I didn’t know what to write instead-

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Lucifer:

-“What the hell are you doing here? Get out-I don’t want to fucking see you!”

-Knowing that he could’ve done something to prevent this honestly frustrates him in ways he did not think were possible

-As someone who doesn’t let his emotions get the best of him, the sight of you thrashing around in his brothers’ arms while yelling obscenities at him genuinely broke his heart

-Moments like this, when something so unexpected happens or when he’s genuinely hurt by the actions of others, stump him the most. His perfect self just vanishes and he’s stuck because he doesn’t know how to react

-Well, he’s obviously sad. Actually, sad doesn’t even begin to cover it. Your desperate attempts at breaking free and lunging at him were probably one of the most gut wrenching things he’s ever had to witness and that says something considering he was very much present when his sister was on the verge of a painful death

-However, perhaps more than anything, he is seriously pissed off. Whoever casted that spell, be it an accident or otherwise, is in deep shit the moment Lucifer discovers that they are the perpetrator and they will have to suffer accordingly

-This is the kind of thing that no one, let alone the Avatar of Pride, would forgive easily. Having a loved one be brainwashed or rather cursed to the point they make you the target of all their hate and distrust hurts. And that hurt will quickly turn into anger with time and before long, the demon in question will find themselves hanging from the ceiling in Cerberus’ room before personally being visited by Lucifer himself. Terrible fate really, but what can you do?

-Even so, none of that mattered in the grand scheme of things-after all, he punishes ignorant demons on a pretty regular basis and they can’t die as easily as humans so finding the time to torture such a miserable creature isn’t exactly a problem

-The problem was the aftermath; as much as he wishes to, he can’t get rid of the effects of the spell manually and unfortunately, he will have to wait for them wear off before you can return back to normal. Fortunately, on most occasions, jinxes like this don’t last for very long. Typically 2-3 days, though sometimes it can drag on for up to a week which he hopes isn’t the case

-In the meantime, the best course of action would be to supervise you for the next couple of days and see whether your condition is getting better or not. This is, unsurprisingly, a very difficult thing to do since you keep pushing him away and violently at that but it’s not as if he can just stop trying. Curses like this sometimes come on with side effects, especially when performed on humans and they can be pretty nasty. After studying previous cases of these incidents, he discovered its quiet probable for you to get sick or sluggish towards the end of the life span of the spell

-And he stays firm on the matter, even if you keep loudly protesting against it and even if he feels completely drained after each visit to ensure that you were not taking a turn for the worse. Believe it or not, your words are powerful enough to start wearing him down and not many people can say they have that kind of affect on the literal embodiment of pride. More than anything, Lucifer wants you to return to your usual self because he misses you and seeing you act this way towards him is really making him question a lot of things

-“I told you to just piss off, you prideful, two faced bitch.”

-“….MC, stop moving-I’m trying to check whether you have a fever or not. I promise to leave afterwards, but I can’t do that until I’m sure you’re not getting sick.”

Mammon:

-“Hey! Don’t fucking touch me, just stay the hell away from me!”

-Honestly, the first time you snapped at him while you were under that curse shook him to his core and he was just confused because he’s never seen you act out like this before. But then, your words start to settle in and he almost bursts into tears

-The whole time his brothers are trying to sort you out, he’s panicking in the background with tears running down his face until Belphie comes up behind him and slaps him on the head, telling him to get his shit together

-Truth is: he is freaking out. Badly. Like, extremely bad. He doesn’t know what’s happening or why, he just knows that you are not feeling like yourself at the moment because you keep throwing shit at him and yelling at the top of your lungs to leave you alone

-He doesn’t want to. Leave, that is. Mammon actually feels like physically attaching himself to you by now and he probably would’ve if it weren’t for his brothers, who sensed that having him around was not doing you any good

-The worst part though was that, after a couple of days of waiting around for the curse to wear off, you began to ignore him altogether and that probably hurt him more than the way you treated him before

-Mostly because, in that case, he knew you weren’t acting like your usual self and he could reason that it was definitely the spell was that forcing you to behave like this. However, being ignored hit a bit too close to home since this is a pretty common tactic you used whenever you were seriously pissed off at him. Granted, you only ever reserved it for very serious situations but when you did apply it, Mammon usually felt as if the world was going to collapse on his head

-The silent treatment was possibly one of the worst things he could’ve endured that week because of how unwanted it made him feel and overall just worthless for not being able to protect you from this kinda stuff. Actually, he wouldn’t have been surprised if you decided to blame this on him as well, even after you’ve regained some more of your senses. To him it made perfect sense

-For the most part, the whole time Satan and other various demon doctors were trying to treat you, Mammon was most likely off sulking by himself. If I were to guess, probably in his room, back to the door and knees pressed up to his chest. Since, obviously, he wouldn’t have any motivation to go out without his lucky charm present and accounted for, so locked inside his room seemed like the only solution

-His brothers were worried but not even Lucifer could drag him out and eventually they gave up. Honestly, they were hoping bringing you back to normal would convince him to set foot outside of his bedroom again, even though it felt like a bit of wishful thinking

-Realistically, he’s going to keep his distance from you for a few days after you’ve recovered because by then he would have become quite insecure about a lot of things and really didn’t want to be in your presence until he felt safe again. Though, it wouldn’t take an awful to coax him towards you once again. He fell in love with you for a reason, after all.

-As for the stupid motherfucker that decided jinxing you was a good idea, he better thank his lucky stars that Mammon was mourning for a solid week before he could act on his emotions of anger. In my opinion, that’s enough time for the demon in question to runaway, maybe to the human world, invent a new identity. Go on holiday. To the Balkans, maybe. I don’t know. Mammon would probably find him. And as tame of a demon as he can be, no one wants to feel the wrath of the second born

-“…..Mammon, just go.”

-“…please….p-please don’t say that…”

Levi:

-“What the hell are you doing here?”

-Probably asking himself the same question, to be honest. It’s clear that you do not want to see him and that his presence was nothing more than a hindrance but for some reason, he really felt inclined to stay

-Levi was the last of the brothers to find out about your sudden predicament. After all, the incident itself took place during school hours and he was at home watching anime the whole time. Not to mention, he turned his D.D.D off completely so he wouldn’t be bothered by anyone before his marathon was finished so even though the brothers were desperately trying to call him, he obviously didn’t answer

-It was horrible, to put it mildly. Having to watch you get forcibly get strapped to the bed so you didn’t have the chance to attack anyone and even when you calmed down, it was clear you didn’t feel like talking to any of them

-In a way, this whole ordeal is really just feeding into his inferiority complex because even though he knows the words you are saying are not sincere, they still manage to affect him quite badly because it’s coming from you

-Despite the explanation being reasonable enough, he fails to not take it to heart and it sort of shifted his whole perspective on your relationship, much like Mammon, because of his insecurities

-By the time you’re back to your normal self, he is not. Completely out of energy as one might say. And yes, he’s used to not sleeping for days in a row sometimes but this is different because he is not doing it to catch up on a show he missed or to play with his fish

-This is a matter of your health being absolutely on the verge of collapsing entirely while your whole personality flipped like a switch, which made him anxious enough to not crave sleep or his usual entertainment past times

-While you’re still sick, he’s essentially hoping to Lord Diavolo himself that Satan knows what the hell he is doing since he was the one in charge of taking care of you, with him being more of an expert than any of the others and all. It’s stressful and the way you keep talking to him wasn’t helping in the slightest

-In all fairness, he’s almost acting as if you’ve died and he’s in the process of mourning you. Mostly because to him you were a completely different person altogether and he refused to believe the actual MC would be so blunt and dismissive. Even if you were to believe half the things you were saying, it’s not like you would willingly say it out loud to him no matter what because you always took into account how he felt about everything

-That’s what he keeps telling himself, though your insults are starting to get at him the more he’s in your presence. To keep himself occupied, he attempts to find the person who’s cursed you as a way to avenge you. Levi knows his brothers probably already did all sorts of horrible things to them and they obviously deserve it but he wants to take some petty revenge too! And what’s pettier than completely destroying someone’s social life through social media, especially when it’s helping him deal with the current situation <3

-“Can you just fucking leave already, you piece of shit.”

-“….MC….“

Satan:

-“Piss off Satan.”

-It doesn’t take long for him to start matching your energy in terms of anger. I guess it’s to be expected since hostility is usually met with more hostility and this is especially true in Satan’s case. Though it’s not clear whether he’s angry at you or the situation as a whole. It may well be both, but just because he’s the Avatar of Wrath, that doesn’t mean he’s completely unreasonable

-As usual, he was just spending his free time inside the library of the House of Lamentation when Mammon came bursting in, panicking from the looks of things before proceeding to grab him by the sleeve and aggressively yank him towards your room

-The whole situation was pretty bewildering to begin with but then, when he noticed the exact state you were in and just how badly you needed medical help-or the demon equivalent by any means, he low key started freaking out as well

-Truthfully, it was a lot of pressure on him. It was obvious that all of his brothers had really high expectations of him and were essentially pushing him to ‘fix’ you within the next 24 hours, which was probably not possible anyway

-However, on top of all of that, your overall demeanour also caught him really off guard and he genuinely had no idea how to react to your altered self once he has been updated on the matter

-Naturally, he is used to fighting fire with fire but as much as he is inclined to do just that, it really wouldn’t be fair on you considering you are not exactly capable of resisting the curse in question

-Honestly, he’s just glad (and extremely tired) once the effects of the curse are lifted because the whole experience was draining for him and as a result, he couldn’t even imagine what you were feeling after you started regaining your senses again

-Though he’s not the Avatar of Wrath for nothing and he sometimes can hold grudges for various periods of time, he doesn’t really hold anything against you, no matter how much you may have upset him while you were in that state of mind and for a few days, he may just appreciate the fact that he was able to do anything at all as a way to help ypu

-In terms of the foolish bastard that thought doing this to you was a great idea, it doesn’t take Satan all that long to come up with some kind of scheme to take his revenge on them. The whole ordeal has left him incredibly frustrated and agitated, so who would be a better choice to let all of his anger out on if not the dumbass that caused you to go through all of this?

-Don’t worry—the fourth born tends to unwind fairly quickly after releasing some of his anger so he should be by your side the next morning as if nothing happened <3

-“I’ll fucking kill you-GET OF-“

-“…MC, for the love of all that is demonic, stay still. I am not in the mood for this right now.”

Asmo:

-“…just… get out…I don’t want to see you.”

-Yeah, that alone would do enough collateral damage to last him for the next few centuries or so. Though he’s always been good at being perceptive and noticing when something is amiss with either you or his brothers, even Asmo seemed to be take off guard by your condition

-The effect you have on him is devastating at times, you know? He genuinely doesn’t know how to feel about any of this because he’s not used to seeing you react in such a way and he’s certainly not used to his brothers acting in such a peculiar manner either. It was almost as if they were lost on what to do next and that terrified him to a certain extent

-Even though you were against anyone keeping you company, someone needed to supervise you for obvious reasons. If something were to happen or your condition were to worsen, then the outcome of that problem would be in your favour if someone was there to spot it in time. Asmo usually volunteered to stay, since he didn’t feel like doing anything else on most days now that you were bed riddled

-Of course, Mammon also tagged along quite often and the two of them sort of bonded this way, though the circumstances of their stronger relationship is dubious by all means. You wouldn’t be able to tell but despite absolutely refusing to leave your side for days on end, your words did start wearing him down a little

-It wouldn’t surprise him if he were to find out you really despised him and his siblings after everything they did to you. They still couldn’t identify the curse quite well but for all they knew, it could’ve been used as a sort of truth serum that forced you to say what was on your mind no matter what

-Luckily for everyone else involved, Asmo is certainly capable of brushing off the insults you may have hurled at him and even though he’s still hurt by your words, he seems to realise that now is not the time for him to be offended or to mop about, since your condition was suddenly going to worsen before it got better

-I guess Asmo has always been rather good at prioritising the things and people he considered to be important and you are, without a doubt, one of them so his main concern was to ensure that you get better, not to worry over what you think about him

-Surprisingly enough, he didn’t need to think about the good for nothing scum that cursed you to begin with all that much, mostly because his brothers went and took care of them long before he even had the chance to react

-Doesn’t mean he has no intention of hunting him down later (if he happens to still be alive which is doubtful) and giving them a piece of his mind as well. Does this imbecile know how much sleep he lost because of what he did??? How many hours of distress and lack of self care-yeah he is probably gonna end up taking it out on him

-The good thing about having a smart ass for a brother was that Satan did heal you and way faster than most them had hoped for. In a week’s time, you were back to your old self again and Asmo could finally….relax after several days of anxious waiting. If you expect him to unglue himself from you once you’re back to normal then you’re fatally wrong.

-“Why are you even here? I thought the perfect Asmodeus would never need the company of someone who is so clearly below him.”

-“….MC, I could never think that. I…need your company more than anyone else’s so don’t say that. It’s not fair...”

Beel:

-“I fucking hate you so don’t even fucking bother talking to me.”

-Really, startled doesn’t even begin to describe his reaction to the current situation because he just came in to ask you if you wanted to go to Hell’s Kitchen with him and he found you strapped to your bed, yelling obscenities at him whilst his brothers watched from the sides, equally dumbfounded

-Surprisingly enough however, even though he may seem like the type to get emotional (which he is capable of being no doubt), Beel becomes really frustrated and angry once Mammon explains what happened to you and why you were in such a compromising state of mind

-Like, don’t get me wrong, seeing you act so indifferently towards him hurts more than his hunger pains when he doesn’t eat for a whole day but knowing that someone out there purposefully tried to turn you against him and his brothers pisses him off a lot

-And it’s probably because he knows it took such a long time for things to finally settle down and for you to be accepted into their family just for this to happen so naturally he’s not exactly happy

-Of course, don’t expect him to go off on a rampage on his own (at least, not until you get better) because honestly, he could eat the idiot behind this whole facade if he wanted to but he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it knowing you were still very much stuck at home and bed ridden

-For the majority of your recovery, he obviously stayed by your side (though he wasn’t as committed to it as Asmo and Mammon because he constantly had to go and fetch more food from the kitchen)

-Probably slept in your room as well, him and Mammon most likely took turns because after a few days of this, they were becoming increasingly tired and your bedroom floor isn’t exactly an easy place for someone to rest. They figured they’re not gonna be able to do you much good if they are drop down exhausted all the time

-Beel probably envelops you into the hug of the century once it’s confirmed there are no traces left of the curse on you and he’s almost crushing you but that’s OK because it’s been a tough week and he needs it (you too tbh)

-I would say he’s the most unaffected brother by your interactions with him whilst you were under the influence of the spell. Even though you deliberately went out of your way to insult and insinuate all kinds of horrible stuff about him, he didn’t seem to take too much of it to heart and brushed it off almost??? Didn’t stop him from sighing in relief as you apologised to him for saying all of that

-“Go annoy someone else Beel, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

-“…MC, have you eaten anything today?”

Belphie:

-“H-HEY!! Fucking let go of me-what the hell are you doing??!!”

-Unlike his brothers, he does not believe in the art of allowing people to heal on their own nor is he any good at giving people personal space when they may want it, he is simply against it

-So he’s pretty much aggressively holding you no matter how much you thrash against him-he’s surprisingly strong for a demon that doesn’t actually do anything all day so no wonder you can barely move whilst in his embrace

-The whole ordeal has pissed him off and tired him greatly, like two seconds in and he can’t decide if he wants to take a nap or go end the piece of shit that started all of this to begin with

-Honestly, he probably decided against both because maybe-just maybe-he was more needed here, at least until you stopped throwing shit at him every time he entered the room. In a way, he thought his presence might help but that’s just wishful thinking tbh

-Not going to lie, even though he tries to make it seem as if this is not bothering him at all, it does. Out of everyone, your hatred for him is, in a way, the most justifiable. Whilst he can see your dislike of his siblings as something that was fabricated due to the curse, your feelings towards him could’ve been real for all he knew

-That could be the main reason he didn’t feel like pissing off despite you telling him to do so every hour of the day and eventually he had to be pried away by Satan once he decided his brothers were getting in the way of your recovery

-That week may as well have been torture because time was going too slow and yet too fast simultaneously and he was in a fucking horrible mood the entire time (your attitude rubbed off on him) so this eventually lead to him snapping at his brothers on several occasions and fights breaking out more often than usual

-Once you are back to your senses (more or less) expect a pillow to be thrown at your head because that time period was so stressful to him he could barely sleep and he was anxious as fuck. By now, we know Belphie expresses his concern through anger and snide remarks so that’s to be expected

-Even though he is grumpy by nature, Belphie is internally so relieved to know you were not able to control yourself whilst under the influence of the spell and just happy that now he is 100% sure you don’t hate him as much as you let on during the past few days. However, the best thing to come out of this situation?? He got dibs on breaking the ribcage of the bastard behind all of this and now he gets to be a torturous little shit to someone else for a change

-“Huh? What are you going to do? Fucking kill me again? I don’t give a shit.”

-“………..”

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[kimjongdaely]

Haunted [Seventh Room]

All members; EXO

Genre: Mystery, horror, choose your own adventure

Warnings: gore, blood, death, violence, language

Summary: Following your friends into a random creepy abandoned house will be a mistake that haunts you forever.

Entrance│First Room│Second Room│Third Room│Fourth Room│ Fifth Room│Sixth Room│Seventh Room│Last Room

You choose to kill Kyungsoo

The mirror shard clangs against the ground. Yixing’s body is motionless towards your left, his blood still oozing out.

Jongdae sobs quietly, both him and Kyungsoo are probably in shock.

You sigh.

“Now then.” You say cheerily, grinning down at them. This is the most fun you’ve had in a while. “I’ll give you ten minutes to hide. If I can’t find you within ten minutes then you get to go home.”

“You’re absolutely crazy.” Kyungsoo seethes, struggling to push himself up without the use of one arm. You can see the blood seeping through his clothes. It sees to be quite a deep wound. You feel proud.

“Please,” Jongdae practically begs. “This isn’t you. Snap out of it. Wake up! We can get out together.”

Together? What fools.

“Ten minutes.” You repeat, smiling. You walk out the room, ignoring their pleas.

You walk down the stairs, practically skipping. It’s been too long. You’re so excited to see how this will play out.

You make your way to the basement again. Your basement of mirrors.

You watch your friends victims through them, look into their lifeless eyes, seeing yourself reflected in them.

Just two more.

Two more and I’ll you’ll be free! You can finally get out of this dreadful house!

Just two more.

You sit on the floor, crossing your legs, humming gently to yourself. You can see them through the mirror. You count softly.

I’m gonna catch you.

Kyungsoo and Jongdae run as fast as they can through the halls. The front door is a no-go, since they’re sure it won’t be open. They need to find somewhere to hide. Just for ten minutes.

“Fuck.” Kyungsoo swears softly, sweat dripping down his face as he holds his injured shoulder. Blood drips down his fingers. His wound is definitely worse than Jongdae’s, though Jongdae isn’t doing much better.

If this goes on, they might die from blood loss first. They won’t even have the strength to fight back if it comes down to it.

“Come on.” Jongdae urges, looking through rooms and trying to find the best one to hide in. “Let’s hide in the closet, or under the bed.”

The two of them decide to hide in separate placed. Jongdae is in the closet while Kyungsoo slips under the bed. They both hold their breaths and pray.

In the darkness of the closet, Jongdae pulls out his phone, hoping to be able to find a signal. If only he could call someone, then this nightmare will be over.

No signal.

He curses, shoving his phone back into his pocket, trying to peek through the crack of the closet door. Is it ten minutes yet? He can’t take this much longer.

He can’t even see Kyungsoo under the bed from where he is, so he prays at least Kyungsoo wins the game. Jongdae feels a wave of anguish over his deceased friends, wondering why they insisted on coming here to begin with.

He should’ve listened to you.

He wish you would go back to normal.

Ring...ring...

Jongdae stops breathing, listening intently as the softest ring of a phone echoes throughout the quiet mansion. No doubt it’s the same phone they picked up before. If their perpetrator is trying to lure them out this way, it won’t work.

Ring...ring...

He wonders how Kyungsoo is doing, if he’s as scared as he is right now. Maybe it was better to hide together.

Ring...ring...

Jongdae rubs his arms, feeling chills go down his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin. It can’t be much longer, right?

Kyungsoo yelps.

Jongdae flinches at the sound, wondering what happened. He pushes open the closet door slightly, squinting his eyes to see through the shadows under the bed. “Soo? Kyungsoo? You okay?”

No answer.

Kyungsoo can barely breathe though the pain in his shoulder. It’s getting awfully claustrophobic.

The ringing of the phone won’t stop. It’s making his head spin. All he wants is for this to end already.

Please.

Then he feels something grip onto his ankle, pulling violently. He yelps, opening his mouth to yell for Jongdae’s help but a hand comes to cover his screams.

Kyungsoo feels his heart stop.

“Found you.” She whispers into his ear, singing with triumphant and Kyungsoo already knows he won’t make it.

Please, at least let Jongdae make it out.

The floorboards seem to disappear underneath him, pulling him down into the darkness. He struggles, kicking and thrashing but his shoulder hurts and he’s tired and a part of him has given up.

The hands pulls him down deeper...deeper...

And it’s like he was never there.

One left.

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Hope (Peter Parker x Reader)

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Summary: Despite the pain you’ve been through, Peter won’t give up hope. It’s not in his vocabulary. 

Author’s note(s): This was a request from @help-im-a-fan-girl! I feel like I haven’t written in a while, even though I wrote everyday for 25 days lol >.< hope you enjoy x

Warning(s): Angst, Mentions of death, Blood(?)

Being sixteen and on a battlefield is something you’d hope isn’t accepted on society anymore, you’d hope children wouldn’t lie about their age so they could fight for their countries but never return home. You’d hope that humans would learn from their mistakes and stop this from happening. You’d hope.

Because when you’re sixteen, most people would expect you to sleep until noon on a Sunday, or complain about the tonnes and tonnes of math homework you’d gotten from that stupid teacher who can’t even control the class or they’d expect you to be a wild one, attending parties and staying out late, coming home at ungodly hours of the morning. That’s what most people would expect, normal teenagers with normal lives, their only associations with war being what they’d heard on the news.

Except for Peter, it had been different. He was destined for more it seemed, after being bitten by that spider, the teenager knew he’d never be the same. That’s how he found himself in the middle of a war zone, aliens zooming above his head with the occasional one falling from the amber, flame kissed abyss of the sky. His brown hues shoot to the left as the Iron Man zips past him, shooting at the perpetrators who’re trying to invade earth and get their hands on the infinity stones.

Like I said before, you’d hope that a teenager would never find themselves in the middle of a battlefield, but here Peter was. Fighting for the lives of not only his loved ones, but the normal people back on earth who deserved to live their lives. He’s scared shitless, that’s for certain and even when he’s watching one of Thanos’ minions die before him, your presence behind the boy, is enough to calm him.

“You okay Peter?” You ask through the coms of your suit. Peter looks to you, through the lenses of his iron spider suit. He loves you, his girlfriend, and he knew you wouldn’t just stay home and let this blow over. You were destined for greatness too. When you were born, you had inherited a gene that allowed you to control dark matter, it was Tony who had found you around the same time as Peter and it was Tony who’d brought you both together.

Peter allowed himself to look over your dark black and purple suit. It’s a skintight, adaptable metal suit, much like Tony’s except the visor allows Peter to see your face. Your hands are free, allowing you to use your powers freely and Your hair is matter against your sweaty (skin tone) skin and your cheeks are flushed from where you’ve exerted so much to take down some aliens. The suit prevented your powers being overused, they were much like a nuclear core, unstable. With too much energy, especially in space, you would combust. Die. “I just want to make it out of this” the words slip past Peter’s lips before he can stop them, and in the midst of the chaos that is the Infinity War, you move to your boyfriend, griping his helmet and looking into his lenses as you press your foreheads together.

“We will” you whisper to him, causing him to nod as you push yourself away from your boyfriend. “Get back to work Spiderboy”

He smiles, feeling motivated again as he works hard to defeat the aliens, working side by side with his mentor, Tony Stark. Things seem to be looking up, well, as much as they can during the masses of death and blood. The Avengers are pushing back, forcing their alien enemies away from their beloved earth.

But then, a scream through the coms momentarily throws them off of track, and multiple heads snap in one direction.Your direction. Peter’s blood runs cold as his eyes meet your struggling form, trapped between a crowd of those god-awful aliens and a hard rock. He can hear you squealing, whimpering and crying through his coms as the aliens tear at your suit, breaking it apart and your boyfriend can tell you’re trying your hardest to fend them off.

He knows that you’re using all your power but combined with the weakness of your metal suit, there’s a chance that your senses will go into overdrive and that you’ll  die. Before he can stop himself, the spider-like boy is moving towards you at top speeds as your screams turn to helpless sobs. He hates himself for not watching out for you, for protecting you and he wishes that he fought harder to have you stay on earth because even though you’re not a normal teen, you’re Peter’s normal. You keep him grounded, and if he loses you the he’ll lose himself.

It’s as if time slows down when he finally reaches you, he’s close enough to see your face clearly, but not close enough to fight off those aliens. Your once, painless, soft (skin tone) features are now contorted into a tight, hurt expression as a purple light ignites in your chest, slicing through all the aliens attacking you. Peter, along with several avengers like Stephen, Thor, Peter Quill and the other guardians are knocked back by the sheer force of your powers combusting.

And fuck, he knows, he knows he’s too late.

Peter chokes back a sob as he lunges towards the spot you were once trapped in, watching as you fall lifelessly to the floor. Your vitals flash across Peter’s screen as he yells at Karen to find ways to bring you back. Heart failure. You’re dead.

Tony forces Peter down as he screams, cries and kicks. Your name, coming out as a pain-filled moan from between his chapped lips. The air in his helmet become thick, heavy and suddenly he can’t breathe, everything is too much and then everything turns to black.

Back on earth, when the war is over, things are hard. Incredibly hard. Many were lost in the battle, your life included and it pains Peter, to the point where he breaks completely. He can’t eat, sleep or fuck, even breathe without thinking of you in your final moments. All the colour in the world that you brought it him has faded to grey, and he’s hopeless.

Except, he’s given just a glimmer when Tony shows up at his apartment complex one day, with news that you didn’t die and that some way, somehow, Tony was able to save you.

When he sees you, in one of the hospital wards in Tony’s compound, his heart breaks. You’re pale and your hair has thinned and you’re covered in burn marks from where your own heart combusted. There’s a large scar just peaking out of your hospital gown that seems to have come from your chest. “Wh-what is that?” The young superhero chokes out to his mentor.

Tony sighs, looking over at your sleeping form. “When we took-“ he coughs, the words catching in his throat. “The bodies back to earth, we were able to detect a glimmer of a heartbeat in (Y/N)’s vitals, it was extremely weak and I spoke with Dr Strange who said we had a 50:50 chance of saving her with some of my technology.”

Tony stops as Peter’s tired brown eyes flicker over to the steady heart monitor that connects to your bed. “We, essentially, replaced her heart” Tony continues. “Gave her a mini reactor, like my previous ones, to keep the remains of her heart together and she survived.”

“So” Peter let out, the words coming out as hoarse from where his throat was dry and sore from his crying. “She’ll live?”

Tony nods simply, taking the boy by his hand. “She will, we obviously had to inform her parents of the truth and she will need rehab.” The older adds, looking at the girl who lays stiffly in bed. “The blast damaged a few of her nerve endings, we were able to reconnect some but Strange insists that he give her rehab”

The next few months are tougher than Peter imagined, you’re so fragile and broken and he’s so scared to touch you. Everything hurts, your muscles are weak and even the slightest whimper from your lips makes even Peter want to cry. He stays strong for you, through the rest of your surgeries and helps you when you struggle with Strange’s rehab practices.

Some times, Peter has to come to your ward in the early hours of the morning, from where you’ve been thrashing about and screaming in your sleep, your own death replaying before your eyes. “P-peter” you sob out one night as he pulls you into a protective hold. “I-can’t do this anymore, wh-what if thanos comes back and-?”

You cut yourself off as a hysterical sob wracks your body and your boyfriend pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Don’t say that, I’m here now baby, I promise I’ll protect you better this time. That fucker won’t touch you again I swear.”

And you sigh, rubbing your tear streaked face into his jumper as he gently rocks you back and forth. “We’re going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. I love you” he whispers, as your sobs quieten down and he can feel you relax in his arms as he tries to coax you back into the confines of sleep.

You exhale through your nose, soft (eye colour) hues drifting shut. “We’re gonna be okay” you repeat, slipping back into slumber. “N’ I love you too”

Peter smiles, a glint of hope lighting up in his chest. He hopes that you can get better, and that you can overcome this together. It may be days, weeks, months or years before this happens but he promises to stay by your side and protect you until then.