#mmmmmmmmm pack angst

[blutomindpretzel]

I am craving honey&darlin angsty fluffy hcs

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

Angsty fluffy headcannons coming right up :)

Darlin and Honey were always too similar, it’s the thing that brought them to be close friends when they were younger- and also the very thing to tear their friendship apart.

Darlin despises Honey and Ash’s father, that was absolutely no secret- they’ve even cussed him out a few times but that’s a whole different story.

Honey and Darlin weren’t close by any means, but they had a mutual understanding of one another- their brains work the exact same way. Protection and revenge are the same thing, and they both require violence. That’s one of the few things they could agree on.

Honey and Darlin worked out together far before Quinn was ever in the picture. These two would be shifted and exhausted after an entire day spent training- just curled around each other.

THEY FEEL SO SO SAFE AROUND ONE ANOTHER AS MUCH AS THEYD HATE TO ADMIT IT

Darlin would be sobbing after Quinn attacked their friend and Honey would just hold them.

These two went on road-trips annually THEY WENT CAMPING TOGETHER AND HUNTED IN THE WOODS WHIE SHIFTED

But as much as their friendship became a much needed asset as Quinn became more and more of a threat to the pack- all good things eventually come to an end.

Then Quinn attacked Honey and didn’t hold back, he made sure they knew who exactly they were dealing with. There’s a huge ass scar along the length of their arm from that day, still. Honey almost lost their arm because Quinn was bored of Darlin. Oh and that injury definitely put them out of commission for weeks.

Darlin never left Honey’s side, stayed in their apartment, and healed them any time the pain was too unbearable. HONEY HAD PHANTOM PAINS BECAUSE AS FAR AS THEIR BODY WAS CONCERNED, THEIR ARM WAS BASICALLY GONE. They lost any feeling in their arm besides pain, and was too weak to move. So Honey was in agonizing pain as well as pretty much not being able to move.

Honey lying in bed with Darlin sitting by their side as they slowly rub up and down Honey’s back- just softly hushing them and apologizing for not being strong enough.

Honey 100% blamed Darlin- and this pretty much changed how these two saw each other. So these two are just sitting in silence, one in pain and the other guilty as hell and thinking only about one thing. What now?

Honey couldn’t sleep, if not at all they refused. The nightmares kept the blood pumping hard enough to keep them awake for years. Darlin trying to hold them and Honey pushing them away. Weakly whimpering; “get the fuck away from me.”

The moment Honey got better they ran away. And of course, Darlin tried to track them down- and succeeded- then every thought and feeling Honey had been experiencing came out.

YEAH YOU BET THESE TWO MFS FOUGHT IN THE WOODS: the last thing these two ever gave each other was a fractured spine and a broken heart.

“This is all your fucking fault Ya know that? Let me leave!” “My fault? Who went after Quinn the moment he was close enough??” “I wouldn’t have had to if you would’ve just finished the job.”

This only doubled Darlin’s recklessness ofc-

Darlin gets so pissed off at Guy (Darlin probably had a lil crush on Honey at some point but that’s all up to interpretation ofc) Darlin tries to use Guy as bait for Quinn to get close enough so they can take him down. THATS WHERE HONEY DRAWS THE MF LIKE THEY ARE DONE WITH HIDING FROM DARLIN AT THAT POINT.

Honey pushing Darlin against the wall. “What? I thought you wanted me to finish the job. And your weak ass mate just happened to be the most convenient.” Yea honey absolutely punched them in the face.

Jealousy and anger makes Darlin cruel and reckless. They’d do anything to take Quinn down or at least make a point- even if that means getting some people out of the way.

YANDERE DARLIN?????

Okay yeah maybe I’m going a lil too far on this one

I’m tired

[pintobordeaux]

10 characters/10 fandoms tag. Thank you @therehavebeenstranger for the tag! I think I know how to play this? Hopefully I got the idea right. So here’s 10 fandoms I’ve fucked with, and one of my favorite peeps from it. In no particular order:

1. DCU - Superman/Clark Kent (i mean Bruce is nice, but ma boi Clark is everything to me)

2. Star Trek - S’Chn T’Gai Spock (my OTP OTP is spirk 100%, isn’t everyone’s?)

3. Fullmetal Alchemist - Roy Mustang (He’s my broken little wet cat of a strong military man. And that uniform mmmmmmmmm)

4. BNHA/MHA - Yagi Toshinori/All Might (that double life trope thooooooo)

5. Sherlock - Sherlock Holmes (This was a toss up between him and John. Honestly its both. Together. Forever. Yes I was deep in the “wholock” parts of superwholock)

6. Legend of Zelda - Shiek (my boi! He works as always male. He works as a trans icon. He’s the whole package 20+ years later)

7. Trigun - Vash the Stampede (this is starting to show a pattern. I have a thing for BAMF sunshine boys who secretly hold in all the pain don’t I? 😅)

8. Harry Potter - Severus Snape (block me if this changes your opinion of me. I’m not here to fight fandom debates. YKINMKATOK. This pathetic meow meow can pack so much angst into such a small amount and I love it.)

9. The Expanse - Amos Burton (Listen. LISTEN. The expanse series is amazing and the fact that there are under 250 fics for the books and under 800 total for the show is a travesty)

10. MCU - Bruce Banner (I just love me a tortured genius. He needs soft things and to be treated to kindness)

Gonna tag uhhhhh @superbatlvr1, @lament-of-0rpheus, and @januariat. No pressure to do it or ignore if you already have and I missed it!

[kiserusmoke]

MmmmMmmmm how about some luke w an mc that gets diagnosed w a terminal illness :-)

4:23 AM

Warning: Character death

LukexMC angst. AO3 Link.

It wasn’t the news that Luke had wanted to hear, not by a long shot. He would much rather be hit by lightning or have his body dragged into the sea. The word of her diagnosis sat like an anchor on his chest, a chain wearing the nape of his neck down, pulling him under the water. At night, he found its weight so crushing he woke up gasping for breath. He had to silence his choking and sputtering as to not wake her, as sleep was vital in her recovery efforts. Luke had to force down a humourless laugh at the thought, for years of medical school taught him that this was not something you could merely sleep off. 

When his hands weren’t comforting her, his arms became a temporary home for her ailing body. Carrying her around the house became part of the routine; an action that was once deemed romantic became a necessity as she could no longer walk on her own. Her body, once a haven of warmth and soft skin, grew feverish as the months went by. Luke didn’t realize he’d miss the heat when she became a cold and frail being, as if her bones were made of ice. Their shared bed became a mountain of blankets as she required more, until you could hardly see her delicate frame beneath the layers. With the medical equipment rolled into the room and countless wires hooked onto her body, it was as if the bed became a focal point of the entire house. Luke rarely left her side unless absolutely necessary, mostly to replenish supplies. Some days he wondered why he kept trying, as he knew her medicine was merely liquid coursing through her veins that had little effect on her condition. Each time he administered the treatment, he watched in agony as the searing pain scrunched up his fiancee’s face. His only solace was that he could stroke her hair and fit her tiny body against his own afterwards, one of the only ways he knew how to comfort her. He remembers a time when, after a particularly grueling round of treatment, he attempted to slip out to let her rest. Packing up the supplies as silently as he could, he switched off the bedside light when a small hand reached out to touch his wrist. The touch, noticeably weaker than it had been in recent months, brought his eyes to hers. They were swimming with a mixture of emotions Luke couldn’t quite explain, but he sensed her love just the same with two simple words.“Please stay?”That was all Luke needed to hear, he thought, as he climbed into bed beside her. She looked over her shoulder at him, giving a soft smile before closing her eyes to rest. It was a smile that, in better times, he could write sonnets about. This wasn’t one of those times, Luke reminded himself as he gently stroked her hair. There was nothing poetic about the way her lips, once pink and kissable, resembled more of a purplish hue. Nothing was lyrical about the ribs he could count on his lover’s body, no beauty in the notches between the vertebrae of her spine that rippled underneath her skin as she tossed and turned at night. The weeks became progressively worse after that night. He had gone downstairs to prepare something easy and bland on her failing stomach, and he returned to an empty bed. He swiftly set down the tray in hand and called her name, making his way towards the bathroom. It was there where he found her, curled up on the cool tile of the bathroom floor. With a shout, he crouched down and wrapped his arms around her frame. Her skin was clammy and damp with sweat, and she shook underneath his touch. Through broken sobs, she told Luke she was scared of death. For the first time in his life, Luke was as well.She wasn’t the only who changed over time. Luke, with all of his normality with his fiancee at his side, began to revert back to old habits. He knew she has portions of dinner stashed away in the freezer, but not even her cooking whet his appetite. The familiar click of a prescription bottle opening took the place of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Nights were reserved for watching her sleep, jumping up at every shuddering breath or coughing fit she took. On the occasions that Eisuke or Soryu would visit, it was not uncommon to find him asleep at his desk in the middle of the day. His sandy locks sprawled over notes comparing her condition to cases he’s seen in the past. His own body was fighting him, but all he could do was focus on the one withering away in the bed next to him.

He awoke at 4:22AM, the sky not yet giving away to dawn passed the curtains left slightly open. Luke rubbed the back of his neck and stood up stiffly from his desk, making his way to her bedside. He looked at her ashen face as he stoked his thumb against her jutted out cheekbones. Just as his long fingers began to work his way into her hair, the EKG machine to his left began the continuous drone that only meant one thing: she was flatlining. As if his body was moving of its own accord, he reached down and charged up the defibrillator by the bed. Ripping away blankets and sheets, he placed the cold device to her chest and delivered one, then another shock to the heart.

After a handful of more attempts with no result, Luke flung the device to the side. He barely reacted when it crashed into the wall, instead turning his attention to other forms of resuscitation. He breathed into her nose and mouth and pumped his hands against her chest, desperate to make the machine produce any other sound. He only faintly registered the sensation of wetness as they fell onto his hands, the repetitive motion making his tears rain down like a storm. He wasn’t sure how long he kept this cycle up, but it was only when his arms were screaming and his legs began to give out that he finally stopped to look at her face.

He knew that there would be nothing but the stillness of death gracing her features, but a part of him still hoped to see a ghost of a smile or a sparkle in her eye. When neither came, Luke turned his attention to the still-screaming machine to his right. Blinking back tears, he switched it off and looked at the clock on the beside table. It read 5:14, the glowing white iridescence of the numbers burning forever into his memory. With one final look at her face, Luke turned towards his desk and pulled out a single sheet of documentation. Under the allotted section, Luke scrawled the numbers into the paper before reading aloud.“Time of death, 4:23AM” he said quietly, though there was nobody but him to hear it; the words echoed in the room as still as the death inside of it.