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inighttra · 7 months ago

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Yandere!Demon!Tengen and Wives x Fem!Hashira!Reader

Decided to pick this as my first upload to Tumblr. This was cross posted to my Wattpad account.

Warnings: Poisoning, blood consumption (just a small bit), injury, forced relationship.

Words- 2.7k

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Your POV

"He's near." The shadows whisper causing me to sit up, "And they're with him."

"They're? He must've brought his wives this time." I chuckle sheathing my sword, "Perhaps he's gotten tired of losing."

The shadows chuckle in response before disappearing into the back of my mind. I sigh shifting my body, so my legs were hanging off the tree branch. I begin to swing the limbs back and forth waiting for Tengen to appear out of the tree line. Of course I'm sure you're wondering how this happened-how I'm nonchalantly waiting for an upper moon and how come I have four demons on my trail? Well that's an easy answer-I'm a Hashira. To be more specific, the Shadow Hashira. I was able to use shadows not only in combat, but also escapes too. I had run into the upper moon and about a year ago.

The shadows kept me hidden as I watched, the upper moon frowning as he grabbed the man by his throat. I use the shadows to get me closer taking a deep breath before leaping at them. I cut the demon's hand, the civilian dropping to the ground a few seconds later. I could feel his gaze on my back, turning to face him a few seconds later. As we made eye contact his mouth curved upward into a smirk.

"What a flashy entrance!" He laughs as his hand regenerated, allowing the civilian to turn tail and run, "But interrupting my dinner was quite unflashy."

"I believe getting strangled to death is quite unflashy. I can't stand there and allow that."

A 'hmph' is all that left the demon as his eyes scanned my form. I sat there getting a bit bored whilst he checked. me out.

"Are you just going to look at me all night or can we actually get to the fun part?"

His smile returns as he straightened his posture, "I like you. What's your name?"

"Y/N. You are?"

"Tengen Uzui. Y/N huh? I think Y/N Uzui sounds better."

I don't respond, merely raising a brow at him before getting into a fighting position. Tengen's smirk remains as he twirled his dual blade Nichirin swords. Once he stopped, I dash towards him, our swords clashing halfway. Neither one of us budged, our strengths evenly matched while we pushed at each other.

Eventually I forced our stalemate to end, letting him push me back. I land on my feet not far away and just in time to observe Tengen running at me. My sword turns pitch black as I summon two shadows beside me, serpent heads shooting out and rushing towards him. I raise my sword as he slashed and dodged them, both of us exchanging strikes. I will admit it was slightly difficult to keep up with his momentum at first, but it didn't take long for me to match it. I couldn't help but smirk when his fuchsia eyes met mine, the demon also seeming happy to finally have a good opponent.

More shadow serpents appear forcing him away from me. He slashed at them, and I watch in amusement when he jumped into the air. At first, I thought my serpents would take care of him, lunging at his free-falling form. However, within a blink of an eye he cut them all down, his form reappearing just inches away from me. My eyes widen while my hands attempt to move my sword in front of me. It was hopeless though. He'd reach me by the time I was able to do so. My mind raced through counter measures, and it seemed the shadows took my safety into their own hands.

Before he could grab me however a black arm shout out from the shadow beside us, grabbing the upper moon and throwing him away. Tengen grunts as he hits a few trees, stopping himself a few seconds later.

"Huh?" He speaks as his eyes find mine once more, "How many things do you have in there?!"

"None technically speaking." I chuckle landing not too far from him, "I can't help it if the shadows are protective of me."

"Well tell them to stay out of it!"

"Come now that's not really fair Tengen. Don't you wish to best me in a fair fight? It would be quite unflashy for you not to."

I don't give him time to respond, taking the chance to go on the offensive. He twirls his Nichirin swords keeping up with my strikes with ease. I decide to take it up a notch, once again incorporating the shadows. Serpents and limbs strike out from the darkness attempting to disrupt his defense. The upper moon kept up however, his smile never faltering whilst dispersing my attacks. Although as his confidence built so did the openings. Eventually he left one wide enough for me to get a strike through. My hit was just off the mark though taking off the demon's jaw before the shadow serpents sunk their teeth into his shoulders throwing him into the trees.

The upper moon took the strikes with pride, his eyes holding something a kin to lust and joy. The shadows hiss as he stands once more, the flesh of his shoulders and jaw swiftly repairing themselves.

"That settles it." He purrs wiping away the blood from his reformed mouth, "You'll be my fourth wife."

"Oh a fourth?~" I purr observing his recovering form, "Where are your other three wives?~"

"Not here but don't fret. Once I turn you, you'll have all the time you need to get to know them."

"Bringing another woman into your relationship without consoling your wives? Quite scandalous you know."

"They'll like you. I know it."

We charged each other once more, both of us exchanging cuts with one another. His pupils widened while the scent of my blood fills the air, fueling the demon's attempt to capture me. Our battle continued for quite some time, the exhaustion beginning to catch up to me. Tengen noticed of course, his attacks turning more feral forcing me to use more energy.

"The sun is almost here." The shadows whisper grabbing my attention, "We should retreat before our power is weakened."

My eyes narrow knowing that they were right. My power was greatly weakened when the sun was up, and I would hate for the male in front of me to burn to death. I dodge one more attack before the shadows enveloped me, hiding me from his senses. I'm know not supposed to, but I couldn't help it. For some reason this demon intrigued me. I appear from the shadows on a nearby tree branch, looking down at the demon as his head swiveled in search of me.

"You should get going." I state causing his gaze to snap to my form, "The sun is going to rise in half an hour. The nearest structure is easily 45 minutes away, but I believe in you. I would be completely bed ridden if this was our first and last meeting." I tease sheathing my sword.

Tengen relaxed placing his swords on his shoulders while he laughed once more, "You aren't even my wife yet and you're worrying about me? I'm truly touched."

I roll my eyes when the shadows begin to envelop me once more, "We'll see if that happens. Although do be sure to bring your wives along for the next battle. I wish to see if they're real or not."

"You don't have a choice Y/N. You will become my fourth wife."

"We'll see Tengen." I reply before finally allowing the shadows to teleport me away.

And we've been playing cat and mouse since. We've had at least four battles since then, none of them having a clear victor. It's not long before I spot four forms appearing from the tree line. They halt in the middle, all four demons looking around the small clearing. Tengen steps forward raising his head high before he opens his mouth.

"Where are you Y/N?~ We can smell you. Come out now."

"Ooh so scary." I snicker causing their eyes to snap towards me, "But there's no need for threats. I've been here this whole time." I jump down from the tree branch eyeing the three other women beside him, "And you three must be Suma, Makio, and Hina. I was beginning to think you weren't real since Tengen never brought you along for our battles."

"I told you it was just bad timing-"

"Tengen told you about us?" Suma sniffles her eyes widening as tears gathered in them.

"Oh yes he tells quite a lot about you three. One could say he's smitten." I smirk watching as the male tensed when the three blushed and turned towards him.

"Tengen!~" Suma sobs throwing her arms around his neck, hugging him.

Makio growls grabbing the woman and attempting to rip her off of him, "Get off him you idiot! Focus on the reason we came here!"

"Makio is right Suma," Hina speaks up causing the two to stop, "We need to focus."

Suma pouts but allows Makio to pull her off Tengen. Hina then turns to me setting her purple and yellow eyes on my form.

"And you must be Y/N, our future wife."

I laugh unsheathing my sword, "I don't know about that. I'm pretty content on being single, and besides it's too dangerous being a Hashira, let alone a Hashira's lover. I already bear scars of my journey." I finish rolling up my sleeves to reveal some of the scars.

"No more I promise." Tengen states eyeing the scarred skin, "Tonight you come home with us."

"As sweet as that sounds," I giggle getting into a fighting stance, "I've heard that one too many times to believe it."

The upper moon huffs his eyes narrowing at my stubbornness before he shifts into a stance as well. This time I'm the first to attack rushing forward and slashing at Tengen. He of course dodges it. His wives stare at me in shock, not at all expecting that level of speed.

He strikes back and I jump back to avoid his blade. I move to counter him only to be suddenly pounced on from behind. I grunt the arms tightening around my front as I spot Suma's hair on my shoulder.

"Just stop!" She cries while I try to throw her off, "We just want to care and love you!"

Tengen takes this opportunity to charge me but I turn and use his wife as a shield. This causes both him and her to tense, allowing me to pry her hands off me before throwing her at the upper moon. While the two collied into a tree Hina and Makio dashed forward, the two moving in sync. I was able to dodge most of their attacks, but they were able to get a few cuts in. I begin to grow agitated at being on the defensive, summoning two shadow serpents which forces them away.

However just as I started to form a plan of attack I'm kicked from behind. I crash into a tree wincing at the pain that sprouts all over my body. A snarl escapes my lips as my fingers dig into the tree bark before lifting myself up. I once more summon more shadow serpents, launching themselves towards the demons. I move in with them landing a few hits on Tengen and Makio. I ignore the smell of blood as it fills the air continuing my onslaught against the four. However out of the corner of my eye I spot Hina launching at me and in reflex I raise my forearm. I grunt when Hina kicks my forearm forcing me back a few feet. They quickly finish off the rest of the serpents turning to me with fire in their eyes. I sigh twirling my sword before pointing at them.

"Come now this isn't quite fair, is it? A 4 v 1? Not fair at all." I tease shaking my head, "Let's even it out, shall we?" The demons look at me confused as I shift my stance, "Shadow summon second form-shadow clone!"

Tengen's wives take a step back as three humanoids shoot out from the shadows, landing beside me. Their eyes widened when they realized that they were exact clones of themselves. I don't waste any more time, pointing my sword at the group causing the shadows to charge. Tengen meets us halfway attempting to cut down the Hina clone, but it dodges him, and he instead is met with my sword.

"What no longer interested in fighting little ol me?"

"I prefer getting rid of the distractions first."

"Distractions? They're not distractions. They're just allowing us to have our honorable 1v1."

Tengen only huffs in response our swords once more clashing with each other. Just like in our previous battles we once more engage ourselves in a dance of steel, neither one of us willing to give in. His wives attempted to interfere once more, but their clones held them at bay, forcing them back as they copied the demoness' moves. It seemed that the battle was at a standstill, all of us being on equal power levels with our opponents. Although as it continued to draw out

The sun will rise in an hour, the shadows hiss, we must finish this.

I agree just in time to meet Tengen's swords in a deadlock. We push against one another neither one of us budging at the other's strength.

"Just give in!" The demon snarls pushing on our blades, "There's no use! You're ours!"

I only smirk in response, my hand shooting down to the dagger strapped onto my thigh. Tengen shifts towards me due to the loss of strength from the removed limb, giving me a nice opening at his neck. I felt a little bad, sad that our flirtatious, yet entertaining battles were coming to an end, my fingers curling around the handle of the blade, yanking it out of it's sheathe. However, when I swung, I realized something-my body was slowing down, my strike wasn't as quick as it was supposed to be. My reaction times were slower than what they were earlier in the battle. Tengen notices this and smirks jumping away from me.

"Slowing down my lovely wife?"

"N-No." I huff glaring at him.

"Oh really? It doesn't seem that way to me. Your leg is shaking as we speak. Are you feeling unwell perhaps?~"

I don't say anything as blood seeps past my lips, my brows furrowing in confusion at the crimson blood.

"Sadly since we knew you weren't going to surrender without a fight, we had to go about things in a less flashy way."

"What did you do?" I snarl forcing more blood past my lips.

"Our lovely wives' daggers were covered in poison."

My eyes widened in realization. No wonder why I was starting to feel weak. Makio and Hina's cuts earlier were just deep enough for the poison to get into my bloodstream. It was then that my hands begin to shake, my sword dropping from the trembling limbs. It would only be minutes before it fully kicked in. My legs gave in a few seconds later, the upper moon rushing forward and catching me before I could hit the ground. I growl at him, my hand grabbing his shirt.

"U-Unflashy cheater."

"I know my love, but you'll forgive us."

It was then that the shadow clones disappeared, my energy no longer sufficient to keep them here. His wives stare in shock before their eyes find our forms. Tengen grabs one of his swords cutting the palm of his hand before holding it above me.

"Drink." He commands his blood dripping over my closed lips.

I only glare at him, my grip tightening on his arm. He sighs turning to Hina. No words are said but she nods moving closer and grabbing my jaw. She fights my tiring muscles as she attempts to pry my mouth open. I attempt to punch her, but Hina dodges it somehow keeping her grip.

"Makio, Suma, hold her down." Hina states earning a quick nod from the two onlookers.

They do so, rushing over and holding my limbs down. Suma kept trying to reassure me about my new future, claiming that they'd care for me and love me with all their demonic hearts. I didn't have much choice however, my dying muscles finally giving way to Hina's grip. I jerk as the metallic taste overfloods my senses, all of them cooing at me to calm down. In my dying moments I continued to thrash until my eyes closed, fully sealing my fate with them.

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cryptomiracle · 11 months ago

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✯sharpsh××ter✯

outlaw masky(tim wright) x fem!bounty hunter reader pt1

sharpshooter - by M

synopsis: it's 1891, you're a bounty hunter & you've been tracking down a certain outlaw with a hefty reward on his head for two years, but when you finally catch him, you realize you may be way in over your head.

a little jig for you to listen to while u read :)

WARNING(S)!!

This is only part one!

Guns

Reader is kinda money hungry/money motivated

Alcohol

Psychical fights

Cursing

I'm horrible at describing terrain LOL

Pronouns aren't used on reader until part two, although words like wife/lady are used.

(this is supposed to be from a second pov)

Pet names (sweetheart, doll, honey, darlin' etc)

Reader isn't aware that tim is masky (it's explained later)

Breaking of bones

Mentions of crimes / crimes being committed (murder, robbery, etc)

This is more than likely inaccurate to that time period

Although the warnings may say otherwise, this is really just a silly little fanfic

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*BANG*

the saloon doors slammed open, followed by the sound heavy footsteps, along with the jingle of spurs.

You could hear as the footsteps got closer and closer, the feeling of anticipation caused your blood to pump faster.

you looked up from your glass, and looked at the bartender, whose hands were shaking ever so slightly.

???:"I heard you been lookin' for me"

you heard a deep voice come from beside you

You quickly downed the rest of your whiskey before you slowly cut your eyes to where the voice was coming from, to see the one and only...

Tim wright

✯(Age: 28

Bounty: 5'000

Crimes: multiple counts of robbery, extortion, and forgery)✯

you: "and who might you be?"

you looked down at your empty cup

you knew damn well you had been asking around town about him, but you decided to play it safe.

tim: "don't act like you don't know.."

he roughly knocked your cup out of your hand, causing it to hit the floor and burst

you turned your head to face him, annoyance apparent on your face.

you: "you wanna take this outside?"

your eye slightly twitched

tim: "what? you scared to lose in front of all these people?"

Leaning against the bar, he chuckled as he looked around the room

You leaned closer to him, your face inches away from his

you: "I didn't mean a fist fight, Tim"

you backed away slowly, and placed your hand on your gun holster

You watched as the realization hit him

He slightly hesitated before replying

tim: "alright.."

he sighed as he stood up from his seat and made his way to the exit, he paused in front of the door before speaking again

tim: "you comin' sweetheart?

you got up from your seat as well, hand still on your gun.

you saw the distressed faces of the people in the bar as you walked by.

tim: "ladies first"

He took off his black, dusty hat and held it on his chest as he bowed and he held the door open for you

you only gave him an unimpressed look

you: "you go right ahead"

he sighed unenthusiasticly as he stepped out.

you followed him, staying close behind him to make sure he didn't try to run off, which you doubted he would do.

You took a moment to look up at the night sky, which was littered with stars.

when you brought your attention back to him, you noticed he was staring at you, his brown eyes glistening under the full moon.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

You started to speak, attempting to ease the tightness in your throat

you: "on the count of five.."

he pulled back his coat to reveal a revolver

He placed his hand on it gently, he had this dangerous look in his eye, one that told you he would eat you alive if you weren't careful

everything went deafeningly silent, the only sound coming from your short breaths.

1..

2..

3..

before you got to four, you saw him reach for his gun

You quickly drew your colt, and shot him in the thigh.

He yelled as he fell to the ground, and fired a shot.

The bullet wizzed past you, luckily not hitting you.

tim: "DAMN!"

he winced as his blood spilled out unto the ground.

you walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, you looked down at him with a slight grin.

you: "cheater.."

you whispered to him

You twirled your gun around, so that you were holding the barrel.

You then hit him in the head with the handle of your gun, and watched as sleep overtook him.

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He slowly gained consciousness, and squinted his eyes, the brightness of the sun temporarily blinding him.

the sound of hoofs clacking ringed in his ears.

He took in his surroundings, only to realize he was not where he once was.. instead he was in the middle of the desert, the only signs of life in his field of vision other than himself being a few cacti here and there, along with a bit of dry grass.

He turned his head to the right, ignoring the pain in his head and saw his horse.

He followed the rope that was tied to his horse to see the torso of an unfamiliar horse, along with a pair of boots, and the bottom of skirt flopping up and down in front of his face

He felt anger overcome him as he remembered what had happened the night before.

tim: "mmph!"

He squirmed as he tried to say something, but it came out as a mumble because of the gag in his mouth.

you: "good mornin' darlin!"

You said in a cheery tone of voice, only fueling the anger that was bubbling up in him.

you: "how'd ya sleep?"

masky/tim: "MMHP, MMMMM"

He attempted to speak once more.

you: "oh, right"

You reached around and pulled the gag down to his neck.

tim: "YOU M0THERF#CKER"

Taking no time to catch his breath, he instantly yelled at you, rage evident in his voice.

you: "sorry to tell you this, but there's a slight chance you may have a concussion"

you cut your eyes toward him

you were clearly trying to get a reaction out of him,(and it worked) you knew you didn't hit him hard enough to give him a concussion.

tim: "D#MN YOU TO HELL!"

after a few minutes of him cursing at you, you got tired of it and put the gag back in his mouth.

And yet he continued to yell, although it was intelligible.

hours went by, the sun was starting to set and you knew you'd have to rest for the night.

Tim had stopped yelling awhile ago, which would be worrying if you didn't have him bound, and wounded.

You slowed down in speed as you approached a plateau, you decided to settle here for the night.

you hopped off your horse and tied the horses to a log, to keep them from running away.

you then pulled tim off the back of your horse, causing him to hit the ground face first.

tim: "hmmp!"

he groaned

you rolled him over, and set him up against the same log you had your horses tied too.

you: "I'm gon' get some firewood, don't move.."

He thought about attempting to run, he really did,, but he decided against it.. figuring that if he were to successfully escape, he'd have to plan it out.

you left him there to look for anything flammable you could find, luckily when you came back he was where you left him.

you: "I figured you'd try to run off while I was gone"

He groaned.

you lightly grinned at him before removing the gag once more.

tim: "I would have, if it weren't for the HOLE IN MY LEG."

you laughed as you noticed a vein in his head pop out.

You put the various sticks, and grass you found on the ground and made a fire.

you set across from him, leaning against the hard wall of the plateau.

tim: "who are you anyway?"

he huffed, although you could barely see it, he had a slight curious glint in his eye

you: "now why would I tell you my name?"

tim: "well, how are we supposed to become friends if I don't know your name?"

you: "so you think we're gon' be friends?"

You chuckled, the audacity of this man? To think that the two of you could be anything even close to friends was a very strong reach. he was up to something you just couldn't figure what it was he was up too.

tim: "oh, I think we're gon' be a lot more than friends.."

He cooed as he leaned back into a more relaxed position and gave you a serious, yet sly look.

That's when you realized what he was doing

Tim was a very handsome man, that you couldn't deny.. but you couldn't allow yourself to fall for his tricks, nor his advances.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up as you paused for a minute, deciding on what to say.

The silence was heavy, and awkward.

But only on your part, Tim on the other hand found enjoyment in your slow reaction.

you: "we're goin' to town tomorrow so I can turn you in and finally be rid of you"

You said bitterly, as the heat in your cheeks dissipated

He sighed in discontent once he realized that his charms wouldn't work on you so easily

you stared down at the fire, and watched as the flames grew higher & swayed from side to side, almost as if they were alive.

Surely enough you drifted off to sleep, the moon shining brightly above the two of you.

You felt eyes on you the whole night, you weren't exactly sure if they were his eyes or something else, either way you didn't sleep very well that night.

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you felt lightheaded as you awoke slowly

your eyes shot open as you realized that tim wasn't where you left him

You quickly gathered yourself, and stood up.

You looked around, the horses were still there so you knew he was on foot.

You packed up the few things you had out, then you untied your horses and started following tracks he had left behind.

you didn't exactly know how he got free, all you knew was that the rage that had been building up over these two years of chase, was finally bubbling over.

You had spent two years chasing after this assh#le, you weren't gonna let him get away that easily.

you: "c'mon!"

you pulled on the reins, causing the horse to run faster

You followed after the messy tracks he had left

you felt the breeze blow against your face, causing any stray hairs to fly back.

Soon enough, his blurry silhouette came into view.

You felt sweat drip off of your forehead, heat radiating off of the golden sand.

He started to pick up his pace as he heard the sound of hooves clacking.

Despite his attempt at running away, you caught up with him, blocking his path as you pulled your horse in front of him.

You hopped off of your horse, and tackled him to the ground. He yelled a mixture of different curse words as his body roughly hit the ground, you raised your fist, then brought it down in one swift movement.

You watched as blood started to spill from his nose, he began to squirm under you, trying to break free.

You used your weight to keep him down, before hitting him once more with your right hand.

You raised your left hand once again preparing to punch him, but before you could he had grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off of him

He took no time to jump on top of you, and wrap his hands around your throat.

He squeezed tightly, you could feel the air in your lungs be forced out as a burning sensation overtook your body, you attempted to break free of his grasp you kicked, and punched, and scratched, but to no avail.

You looked up at him, your vision becoming blurry, you couldn't quite make out the expression on his face, all you could see was the blood dripping from his possibly broken nose

You then remembered the bullet wound in his leg.

You pulled down the bandage you had previously put on his leg and dug your finger into the hole as hard as you could.

He yelled as his grasp around your neck weakened, you took that chance to push him off of you and onto the ground.

You both just laid there for a while, trying to get over the throbbing pain you were both experiencing.

You groaned as you sat up, leaving an imprint on the sand.

You turned to your side, and looked at him intensely.. he only turned his head and looked back at you with an amused look on his face, followed by a chuckle.

tim: "you know.."

He started to speak

Before he could finish his sentence, you roughly kicked him in the stomach, the heel of your boot digging into his gut.

he mumbled something unintelligible as he rolled onto his side, while clutching his stomach.

you fully pulled yourself off of the ground, you stood tall over him, the sun gleaming behind you, casting a blinding glow around you.

You pulled your gun out of it's holster, and pointed it straight at his face, he looked up at you, with a look in his eye that gave you nothing but goosebumps.

You swallowed that lump in your throat, and started to speak.

you: "you try to run off again.."

you paused, only adding on to the pressure that was weighing heavily.

you: "and I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head."

venom seething from your words, you roughly grabbed him by his arm and pulled him up off the ground.

You grabbed some spare rope from your bag, and tied him up once more.

This time, you tied his hands behind his back, and his feet.. tightly.

You stowed him on your horse, and started on your way to the nearest town.

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i will be reading over this to check for any mistakes, if you spot any please do tell me!!

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goodlucktai · 4 months ago

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three clicks and i'm home

rise of the tmnt movie canon divergence word count: 2k title borrowed from i know the end by phoebe bridgers

set in my role reversal au now the darkness comes alive, this was written for @mad4turtles who requested leo's pov of the krang interrogation scene

read on ao3

Leo is in and out of consciousness, only aware of the white-hot pain in his chest and the sound of his oldest brother screaming.

He’s never heard Raph sound that way before.

Everything blurs together, unfamiliar, unsafe voices crowding around him. Something is wrenched from his shoulder with a sickening sound and the agony of it knocks him out for real.

“Disgusting,” he wakes up to hear someone say, “it’s getting its muck everywhere. Can’t we just kill it?”

Oh, Leo thinks, gazing dazedly down at himself, blood oozing down his cracked plastron and dripping from one of his bound arms. I think she means me.

His senses return one by one, and start sprinting around to gather the facts of his situation. He can feel movement beneath him, a constant, steady vibration, that makes him think the ground is moving. No, not the ground—the floor. They’re on something that’s moving. Lifting his head enough to let his eyes dart to the side, he takes in rows of stacked shipping containers, all strung up with pink slime. He traces a few webs of it back to himself, his arms stretched to either side almost to the point of pain and bound in place.

“Patience, sister,” a second voice says. “I need something from it first.”

The alien that enters his line of sight wakes Leo up fast. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. It stares at him with bulging eyes the color of jaundice, contempt in every inch of its face, and Leo stares back, hoping that his racing heart doesn’t give itself away somehow.

“You’re smarter than you look,” the alien says after their momentary standoff.

“And that’s saying something,” Leo says with a toothy grin. It’s easy to fall into this role, talking nonsense to create room to think and observe, to get a solid read on this guy. “‘Cause I look damn good.”

“You’re not human, not entirely,” the alien goes on. “Yet you fancy yourself their hero, do you? Why else would you care enough to put your life on the line for them?”

“You’ve got the wrong turtle, pal. Heroism was never really my bag.”

Two years ago, when his brothers first got the big idea, Leo went along with it specifically to make sure they didn’t bite off more than they could chew. It quickly spiraled out of his control, but by then he was fully along for the ride. Besides, he’s always been a follower—wherever his siblings were is where Leo wanted to be, too.

He has no idea what Splinter was thinking, shoving him out ahead of them and expecting him to lead. Just look at what Leo’s capable of fucking up from the sidelines. He almost got Raph killed. He almost lost the key for good. He has no business calling the shots. His brothers were right to doubt him. Maybe after this, he’ll finally be able to convince dad to take it all back.

After this, he thinks, clinging to the implication of an after.

“Now this is a surprise,” the Krang replies with faux interest. “No tiresome drivel about honor? Sacrifice? The warriors we subdued from the planets before yours sang a much different tune. All of them were weak, with weak ideals to match. But you—you know better, don’t you?”

Leo watches him warily, disquieted by how inhuman his mannerisms are. It’s hard to anticipate what he’ll say or do next, which leaves Leonardo feeling as though he’s running to catch up in this conversation.

“For example, you know that the strong will devour the weak,” the alien says, approaching slowly, looming above him like a horror movie monster. “And you know that the only way to save your sorry hide is to give me what I ask for. You want to live, don’t you? How about I offer you a deal? You tell me where the key is, and I won’t leave you a pulpy smear for your comrades to find.”

For a moment, Leo imagines being stupid enough to consider it. Wistfully, he thinks it must be a peaceful way to live.

Out loud, with more courage than he feels, he says, “Sorry, I don’t take candy from strangers.”

“Let me kill it,” the sister alien says, crowding in from behind so silently that Leo had no idea she was there until she spoke. Her breath is hot against the side of his face, teeth so close he can count them. “It won’t talk. It’s a waste of our time. I haven’t gotten to kill anything yet.”

Leo is sixteen, and has so far lived in a world where, generally speaking, people have compunctions when it comes to killing children. Draxum dropped him off a roof, but he seemed to believe that Leo would be able to walk off a fall from that height, or at the very least not die. Big Mama did make a targeted attempt on the turtles’ lives, but her cat-and-mouse games almost seem to be how she shows affection. Leo has a standing invitation to come work at the Nexus whenever he wants—and another standing invitation for a poker game every other Saturday. He hasn’t told dad about either, because he doesn’t think that would go over very well, but he has taken her up on the poker games. Hypno and that worm guy are constantly causing trouble (case in point: stealing the stupid key for the stupid Foot Clan) but they also sent the Hamatos RSVP cards for their wedding next summer. And, like, Leo and his family are going to the wedding.

The Shredder was another story, but he wasn’t really a person. He was a spirit, trapped and warped inside a curse until barely anything remained. It was the dark armor they were fighting, really, a construct of malice.

Leo has never been here before. Held helpless between two powerful creatures who swatted his family around like flies, who are discussing his death the way people discuss dinner plans. He’s frightened. He wishes he wasn’t alone.

When he reaches inside himself for bravery, he finds the memory of Raphael leaping off the rooftop after him. No hesitation. No plan. Just courage and conviction and love for Leo that was louder than anything else.

I can do that, he thinks, clenching his fists and squaring his shoulders. I can be fearless, too.

“You may be right,” Krang One says, unbothered by Leo’s lack of cooperation. “I’ll just have to see for myself, then, won’t I?”

It grabs him by the shoulder and bears down, and Leo coughs out a wounded noise he can’t help when it grinds intentionally against his open wound.

Something burrows beneath his skin and climbs upward, little tentacles, worms, slithering, disgusting, inside his body, inside his head, reaching for—

Well, isn’t this interesting, the Krang’s voice says from inside his mind. How does a creature as small as you contain hatred this big? And with such a fearsome weapon, why point it inwards?

Memories fall in front of him like dominoes, outside his control. It doesn’t make sense. Someone else is rifling through them, someone else is trying to find something.

Leo catches on with barely a second to spare. The Krang wants to know where the key is, which means he’s looking for information about the lair. Panicking, scrambling, Leo thinks really hard and really fast about the old lair, destroyed by the Shredder, everything reduced to nondescript rubble. It’s a clumsy deflect, barely more than a road bump. The Krang continues probing, annoyed now.

Where is your home? the Krang demands.

So Leo thinks of home—April’s bathroom, manicures and face masks and Snapchat selfies—home—any dim alleyway with Mikey and a couple cans of spraypaint, watching it all come alive with color—home—a darkly lit TV room and late night Spanish soaps that he learned to love because of the one-on-one time it granted him with dad—home—sitting with his twin on the curb outside their favorite bodega, sandwiches in hand, watching a video essay about any obscure topic on his phone—home—Raphie’s shoulders, anywhere—

“Useless,” the Krang spits out.

“Tell me about it,” Leo barely manages to bite back, exhausted.

He just has to hold on a little longer. They’ll come for him, he knows they will.

“Oh, how cute,” the Krang says, picking up on the thread of that thought like a hound scenting out a fox. “You think they’ll save you?”

From Leo’s memory, he pulls forward the key again—Leo fumbling it, making a mess of the mission, Raph’s anger, the troubled expressions Donnie and Mikey wore. Leo is trouble, nothing but trouble, he only invites disaster. He did half of the Krangs’ job for them. In fact, it’s largely thanks to him that they’re here at all.

“I should be offering my gratitude,” Krang One says meanly.

As he speaks, Leo can feel him rifling through memories, taking advantage of Leo’s split attention.

If Leo were anyone else, it would have been impossible to keep up. But this is where the peculiar manner of his existence really shines.

Draxum designed the four of them meticulously. There are still moments he’ll look at them with a sort of reluctant pride when he thinks they’re not paying attention. Once, after an uncomfortable family dinner, he let slip that he had intended for Donnie and Leo to be a working pair, which is why it amused him that they decided to be twins entirely on their own, even removed from his influence.

And while Raph was built to be a tank and a front-line fighter, and nothing and no one outmatched Mikey in speed and agility, the twins were always destined to be the thinkers. Draxum, who was an alchemist as much as he was a warrior, regarded both physicality and intelligence to be of equal importance. He had had a half-formed plan of Donnie and Leo running the lab together while he managed his army.

With Donnie, that intelligence is easy to see. Like Leo, he has perfect recall, but he’s also a verifiable genius. Growing up with him, as isolated as they were, it’s easy for his family to take for granted how terrifyingly gifted Donatello is. No other nine-year-old is going to be able to build a working generator out of junkyard scraps through trial and error and a keen intuition.

Leo’s secondary mutation is harder to pin down. He wouldn’t be able to design a working Rube Goldberg machine even if someone put a gun to his head, but he’s never lost to Donnie in chess, or go, or poker. He’s never even come close. He can tell at a glance when Splinter is lying to him, he knows before she opens her mouth when April has had a bad day at school, it will take at most ten minutes alone with a stranger before he’s reading their microexpressions and nonverbal cues with a very slim margin of error.

Leo’s smart when it comes to people. But more than that, he knows how to position the board. He can pull strings that have even someone as tricky as Big Mama dancing in his palm. Not always, and not perfectly, but well enough. And learning how to portal reliably taught him how to think on multiple levels at once. He has to be aware of what’s in front of him and what’s going on behind and around him, too. If he’s going to move Mikey forward to cover Donnie, he has to be certain it won’t leave Raph outnumbered. His brothers dart through those doorways unflinchingly the second one appears, trusting that the other side is where they need to be, so Leo has to make sure that’s true.

And all of that feels like endurance training for this moment. He can only just maintain a single step in front of the alien rooting through his head. He feels like a guppy squaring up with a shark, but it’s just enough to slow him down. Throw out a parachute behind the speeding car and drag it back.

“So much potential, wasted,” the Krang says derisively, his tone of voice markedly agitated by now. He probably intended to do a clean sweep of Leo’s thoughts, get what he needed, and call it a day. Leo is happy to make his life even slightly more difficult.

He doesn’t think the alien is aware of the feedback he’s putting out. Leo can follow it like ripples across water, branching out from a central point. He doesn’t dare look too closely and call attention to the fact while the Krang is still actively present, tearing walls down in Leo’s head, but he would put money on this mental connection going both ways.

“Ugh, you sound like my stepdad,” Leo wheezes, barely able to follow the thread of the conversation on top of outthinking the foreign body inside his brain. “As a matter of fact, the two of you would probably get along. You could bond over, like, wishing all of humanity was dead. I should get your number for him when all this is over.”

The Krang’s face draws itself into a snarl that will probably feature in Leo’s nightmares for the rest of his life.

“I’ve had enough of you!”

Join the club, Leo would say, but the breath is punched out of him by the tentacle that wraps around his bleeding shoulder and squeezes. The white-hot agony of it makes him cough and struggle to inhale past the weight of painpainpain. He can’t help but make a subaudible turtle distress sound that would have had Raph crashing through a wall to help him if he was even remotely nearby.

Raph, staring down at him with frightened brown eyes. Those hands that have always held Leo hovering above him instead, afraid to touch—

Not afraid, that voice in his head says with mean certainty. Disgusted. He didn’t want to touch you. After what you did? It was all your fault.

It’s all Leo’s fault, of course it is, but that isn’t—that doesn’t matter. Raph loves him anyway. Raph wouldn’t have left him.

But he did. Don’t you see? You’re alone.

No. He’s alone because—he did this. He sent Raph away. He’s alone because he saved his brother and he took back the key and the Krang is just a bitter, angry old man who doesn’t know how not to be a sore loser even after a thousand years of nothing but losing—

The Krang roars, and digs into Leo’s wound even harder, and blood comes out faster than is safe or healthy, probably. Leo’s turtle noises become out-loud cries he would be ashamed of if he had room in his head for something as superfluous as shame. His pride abandons him quickly. It hurts. It hurts.

A single crack in his shield, a hiccup in his uniformed thoughts, is all it takes. The Krang’s presence floods in like an ocean, black water rising, and Leo is drowning, drowning, drowning.

“No one is coming for you,” the Krang says with cold conviction.

Once, when Leo was very little, he asked Raph and April to toss the clean bedding over him as they folded the laundry. He thought it would be fun—like a cozy cave to explore—but he was unprepared for how heavy the quilts and sheets would be. The weight toppled him down and he got all tangled, he couldn’t find the edges, he couldn’t find his way out.

Within thirty seconds of that smothered, helpless feeling, he was clicking and crying so hysterically that Splinter came into the room at a run.

Leo lasts almost a full minute this time, and maybe someday he’ll find that something to be proud of, but after almost a minute he’s screaming.

“Help me,” Leo wails, all bravado gone, every inch of courage deserting him, writhing and clawing at the pink slime oozing up his arms, “help me help me—”

He wants daddy to run into the room and untangle him and scoop him up even though he’s too big to be scooped up by Splinter anymore. He wants to be lifted out of the mess he made and carried to where he’s always been safe, where they always take him back.

He wants the smell of fabric softener and April and Raphie’s worried faces, Splinter’s warm fur beneath Leo’s tear-sticky cheek. He wants to still be little enough to be carried, to be someone’s baby. He wants to go home.

He cries until he can’t breathe, until he’s choking on it, clinging to that tiny, fragile hope by his fingertips.

But no one came.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt movie #leonardo hamato #krang one #my writing #prompt #mad4turtles #tmnt fic #now the darkness comes alive

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Constellations of Us

(Part two)

Pairing: TSC!Reader X Hypnos X WMFTD!Y/N

Word count: 7.8

Warnings: Angst, post-breakup for TSC!R x Y/N, jealousy, AU, mentions of infidelity ( none that occurs between the main ship), multiple POVs, no beta.

Summary:

‘Nothing is more unintelligible than the human heart.’ - Homer, The Odyssey.

Brokenhearted and the new resident of the House of Hades, you are left to pick up the shattered pieces of yourself.

Funny enough, your hands aren’t the only ones in the pile.

Notes:

For sake of readability, TSC!Reader will be in second person aka ‘you’, Hypnos and Y/N will be in third person’s. I will also attach who POV is.

This will now be three parts. The third part will likely be super NSFW so keep that mind please. Also there should be more y/n stuff in the third part, I felt best to devote time to reader/hypnos since there was no relationship prior to this.

Thank you for waiting. I hope this part is worth the wait.

Part one

Masterlist

Sometimes you swore you still felt the sensations of tingling herbs against your fingertips, the sticky mess of honey clinging as you ground them into a paste.

Then the sound of rustling paper, the clink of an abacus and the low chatter of voice would bring you back.

It was a slow day at the House, a true rarity.

Your eyes flickered toward the ‘IN’ box, normally overflowing with papers, was almost empty. It made your fingers inch. It was like a quiet afternoon at the medical tent, something you had learned not to trust.

With a huff, you went to grab the last paper when the door slam opened. A hush fell over the room, all eyes on the frazzled Prince Zagreus. His eyes darted around then landed on you.

You sunk into your chair as if it would hide you from his sight.

”You! You are the shade that helped Hypnos a while back, right?” Zagreus hurried to you, slapping his hands on your desk as he leaned in closer. One of the ink pots tipped over, thankfully the cork remained in place.

”Um.” You corrected the inkpot as you forced yourself to sit upright. It felt like every single pair of eyes were on you right now. Why was it always you who ended up being the main gossip? You weren’t that interesting, the gods just wouldn't leave you alone.

You cleared your throat. “I am, you Highness. How may I be of service?”

”Oh thanks gods.” Zagreus beamed at you. “Come along with me.”

With that he turned on his heels, already rushing out as if expecting you to follow him. You hurried to stand, fumbling at your desk. A few of your fellow shades shot you a pitying glance.

”And bring ink and paper. You're going to need them!” Prince Zagreus called back.

It took a minute for you to get caught up with the swift prince, who thankfully took a moment to pet his beloved dog. You stood a good foot away, not convinced that Cerberus wouldn’t try to eat you for a snack.

”There you are, I was wondering if you were coming.” Zagreus shot you a charming smile, his mismatched eyes light with amusement.

“What exactly is this for, your highness?” You shifted the blank scrolls in your arm, the orange quill tucked behind your ear. Unwillingly your eyes darted to where Y/N should have been but the spot was empty of his presence.

“You will see.” Zagreus said cheerfully.

“What is this?” Hypnos appeared seemingly out of nowhere, practically on top of you. His warm cloak brushing against your shoulder. You jolted and barely caught a wayward scroll before it hit the ground.

Truly, you don’t think you would ever get used to the gods.

“Oh good. You can come too if you like, Hypnos.” Zagreus took off again as you and Hypnos shared a glance.

As you and Hypnos trailed after the prince, Hypnos leaned in. “Word of advice, my friend, don’t let the prince get you involved in his scheme. They never end well.”

”You don’t say.” You replied in a dry voice and Hypnos laughed. You couldn’t help but smile.

Odd as it was, you and Hypnos had actually become friends.

You weren’t sure of the exact timeline but since the celebration of the beloved Queen’s return, you and Hypnos have talked more and more.

Mostly paperwork, occasionally Hypnos would let you rant over horrible medical misinformation with a bemused smile and you listened to him vent about the bothersome shades he had to check in.

It was nice to talk to someone else that also struggles with social grace. You didn’t have to think about manners or the little dozen social cues you could miss.

Although you and him were careful to sidestep any conversations of Y/N.

it was hard sometimes because you did want to ask, did y/n seem happy? Was he getting enough rest? Or did nightmares still chase after him?

But you always stopped yourself in time.

Sometimes Hypnos would look at you like he knew you were going to ask.

When you realized where you were going, - the prince’s bedchambers of all places- your eyes went huge and you shot Hypnos a nervous glance. He just shrugged, his lips quirked up.

Thankfully they bypassed the messy room, and right into the training room.

You shopped abruptly causing Hypnos to bump into you. His hand reached out to pat you on the shoulder in apology, the warmth of his touch felt like a brand.

Standing in the middle of the training room was Y/N. His eyes widened in surprise, glancing between you and Hypnos before narrowing his eyes at the prince.

”No. What pea-size idea is this?” he growled sharply like Zagreus wasn’t his prince. You nearly told him not to be rude when Zagreus spoke up.

”Oh come on. Father is nagging at me for notes on training. Hypnos is too busy drooling over your muscles to take notes and I don’t know where Skelly is, let alone if he knows how to read so tada, the solution to our problem.” Zagreus gestured at you, giving y/n a very pointed look.

Hypnos made a choking noise but you didn’t look at him even though you sense the guilty glance he shot your way.

You decided to ignore the comment of Hypnos drooling over y/n. Even though there was a pang of jealousy, of your own heart wanting to lash out from old hurts but you knew better.

Y/N wasn’t yours anymore. Hypnos would hardly be the first to ogle Y/N. Besides,you couldn’t really blame him; Y/n in battle was a breathtaking sight.

“Reader already has enough on his plate, he doesn't need to do your job as well.” Y/n said, crossing his arms. He was getting that stubborn clench in his jaw, one that you were very familiar with.

You had to wrestle down the burst of fondness. It soothed a faint ache in you that Y/n would still look out for you even though you and him only spoke in stilled conversations.

You plunked the quill and waved it in the air to get their attention. “I don’t mind helping out, your Highness. But it will be just this once.” Those last words were directed at the Prince who gave Y/N a smug grin. “Afterwards, maybe I can help you by creating a form or something you can use instead.”

“Reader, you don’t have to.” Y/n told you, his voice was a little more clamer toward you. “Zagreus is just spoiled and lazy, I know you have work.”

“Hey now.” Zagreus said, bumping his shoulder into Y/N. “Don’t worry about hurting my feelings or anything.”

“Oh I never do.” Y/N snapped at the prince, his intense eyes still locked on you.

You swallowed, heat climbing up your to your ears. “I really don’t mind. Feels good to get up anyway.”

“See? You are throwing a hissy fit for nothing.” Zagreus slapped a hand on Y/N’s broad back and immediately pulled away at the icy glare Y/N shot his way.

”Fine.” Y/N grounded out. “Just this once.”

”Ooh. This is gonna be a good fight.” Hypnos spoke up for the first time. He looked like he wished had popcorn, his golden eyes bright as he looked down at you.

Hypnos flashed you an excited smile. There was something contagious about Hypnos’ smiles, you always want to return them.

”Do you want to see my favorite spot?” Hypnos circled around you twice, grabbing a few scrolls out of your arms.

“Please do.” You replied and trailed after Hypnos.

In the peaceful time before the war, you woke up to the sounds in the courtyard. Sometimes, you would peak out the window, half wake to watch Achilles and Y/N run through drills.

At first, you never lingered but once Y/n grew taller, filling out his once lanky boyish frame, and your own body shifting into something unfamiliar to you, that changed.

The way the early morning sun caught the gleam of sweat on his muscles, the quiet focus he had as he moved his graceful form had left you breathless and just a little flush.

But wasn’t it funny in a horrible sort of way how some things never did change.

Only instead of Achilles leading, it was Y/N. He took control of the training with an ease that spoke familiarity and easy confidence.

They started with warm ups, push-ups and laps and such. Y/N’s deep timbre offered firm guidance to the prince, pushing him harder and harder with each set. Your ears perked up each time he spoke.

It wasn’t fair that your own body still responded, that your own heart still wanted what it couldn’t have.

You weren’t sure exactly what information Master Hades seeked from the training notes, so you just wrote everything down. The number of reps, the time each took and the numerous complaints Zagreus made and Y/n’ snappish comeback.

“Did you ever see Y/n and his father train?” Hypnos asked, reading over your shoulders. His soft curls brushed against your cheek as he moved in closer.

You inhaled sharply at the shock of the warmth near your back, and you thought you could smell something honeylike and floral. It was a relaxing scent, coaxing one’s eyes to grow heavy.

It suited Hypnos.

You blinked at the scroll in your hand, your hand still moving in quick, mindless strokes.

“I did.” You told him after a beat. “Although I would say that Y/N is a little nicer than I remember Achilles being.”

“Really?” Hypnos glanced toward the pair on the training ground and you followed his line of sight with a nod. Y/N was correcting Zagreus on a stance before the real training started. His tone was firm, but not biting like you remembered Achilles.

Not that you could blame Achilles for it. It was done out of a desperate kind of love, of wanting his son to survive the war. Your mouth twisted in the memories.

“Hand to hand, today?” Y/N asked in a way that sounded like he already knew. You refocus on the notes, making yourself not think about the memories. That's all they were now.

Zagreus replied with a light affirmation, already grabbing a pair of himantes. Ones that were familiar and you narrowed your eyes at them.

Hypnos pulled back and you let yourself breathe. You may be friends - good friends, really- with Y/N’s lover but that doesn't mean you were smooth enough to act like being near Hypnos didn’t often cause a mixture of burning jealousy and heavy guilt.

There was something else there as well, deep in your core. You ignored it.

Instead you kept your gaze on the training ground. Y/n and Prince Zagreus stood in the center, a few paces apart. Zagreus bounced on his feet, cracking his neck with a big grin.

Y/n in comparison looked relaxed, his shoulders loose but there was a hard glint in his eyes. He watched every little twitch the prince made with a neutral expression.

“I thought I told you last time. Don’t waste your energy showing off.” Y/n snarked, shifting his feet into a stance. Zagreus paused, copying Y/N in a fluid motion. “Aw, don’t be a sourpuss. You’re just nervous because you’re going to lose this time.”

“Am I?” Y/n’s tone was mild, amused. Zagreus laughed, his grin wild as he lifted his hands up in boxer pose.

You blinked in surprise. It just occurred to you that Y/N and Zagreus might actually be friends.

“Do they always act like this?” You whispered to Hypnos. The god took a moment to respond, his amber eyes locked on the match before him, biting down on a fingernail.

“Hm? Oh this? They act like this now. It was rough going at first. Y/N wasn’t exactly the cuddly type of teacher.” Hypnos leaned into whisper, “Zagreus really, really wanted to see his mother again and Y/N kinda- really blame Zagreus for getting Achilles fired.”

Before you could say anything else, Zagreus moved first. The prince was lighting quick, nothing but a blur of red and black. Y/n blocked the hit easily and with a swift move of his other arm, knocking the prince back.

They both moved in graceful arcs around each other, ducking in to land a hit or weaving away. Your quill stopped on the paper without your permission, your eyes unable to tear away from the fight before you.

“Come on, don’t fall for the opening.” Hypnos murmured, leaning forward and you did the same, trying to keep track. Zagreus was quick and nimble but Y/N seemed to be able to precisely pinpoint where the prince’s aim was each time.

The lighthearted joker from earlier was gone, Zagreus was trying his best to push Y/N back with swift punches and kicks. But Y/N was like the mountains, imposing and steadfast against the onslaught, blocking each one away.

It was a beautiful thing to see again even if it caused your stomach to twist in a knot. Once you used to fear every fight Y/n found himself in, that it would be his last and there would be nothing you could do.

“Come on. Come on.” Hypnos urged, even though only you and him could hear it.

You forced yourself to breathe, to remember that it was merely a training exercise even though Y/N and Zagreus fought like they had the furies on their backs.

Then Y/N striked, his arm moved like a snake in the grass, too quick for you to follow. The heel of his hand landed right on Zagreus’ chin, causing him to stumble back. Y/n chased after him, hitting him again and again.

Zagreus retreated backward, panting as he tried to stay away from Y/n’s reach. They circled each other, shoulders tight with tenson.

Then it looked like Y/n took a step too far, leaving his right side open and exposed. The prince noticed immediately. Quick as he could, Zagreus dashed forward, ready to end the fight.

You gasped and nearly called out in warning when Hypnos placed a hand on your shoulder.

By the quick way Y/N met Zagreus, you realized it was a bait. Zagreus came to that realization a moment too late, Y/N’s foot silded right under Zagreus’, then his hands on the prince’s shoulders to keep Zagreus off balance and knocked him down onto his back in a single, rapid movement.

Y/n immediately grabbed Zagreus’s arms, placing them on Zagreus' chest and under his solid weight.

“Yield.” He commanded, his expression victorious as his eyes locked on Zagreus.

Zagreus kicked out and tried to wiggled out the hold to no avail. He groaned and kicked out his feet again before slumping a minute later.

”Urg. Fine! You win. Again.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize holding. Hypnos’ hand dropped from your shoulder but the sensation of his touch lingered.

“Wowie.” Hypnos breathed, his tone dreamy, resting his chin on his palm. Once Y/N helped Zagreus back up, Hypnos went over to them, chatting excitedly. He was so close to Y/N, their shoulders almost brushing.

You bit on your cheek hard enough to bleed as the ugly feeling of jealousy rose up. You decided to look over your notes, desperately trying to choke down the bitter knot in your throat.

With flushed cheeks, you realized you stopped taking notes during the fight and hurried to summarize everything without sounding too foolish.

Once the notes were handed over the Zagreus, you hurried out of the training room, claiming you needed to get back to work. As you walked back, you tried not to think about how close Hypnos was to Y/N, the crackle of energy between them.

You definitely tried not to think of the heat of Hypnos’ palm on your shoulder, of the memory of Y/n it provoked.

Nononono- stop, don’t go. Don't do this!

Tears were running down your cheeks when you woke up. You shuddered, trying to breathe as you sat up. You sobbed, and covered your mouth with trembling hands.

The nightmares just won’t leave you alone. You curled up, your forehead against your knees as you tried to calm down.

Eventually you calmed down and you wiped the tears away. You knew the rest of the house was still at rest. But none would come for you.

So you got out of bed, your limbs heavy with exhaustion.

Might as well get a head start on the paperwork.

At some point, you had become the one everyone came to. Even the older, more seasoned workers turned to you for your thoughts.

”We could streamline this.” You told Timon, a meek man who was also somehow the headshade, “I don’t think we need three forms for this model of mudbrick especially since we had switched to the concrete model.”

Tapping the stack of papers, you explained the process of creating new forms to the shade whose eyes widened with each new word, panic on his face. “Ah- you know what, this time I will put in the request before leaving tonight. Hopefully Master Hades will see the same benefits.”

Before you made it back to your desk, you got stopped three more times, all with requests for help.

“No, you need to use the forms EYZ-203 then follow with EY- 302, I know. Easy mistake to make.”

”Yes, you will have to put in a request with the cooks for that-“

“Let’s not send that one to Master Hades- I think we might be better off using the new forms, yeah the one that we got stamped today. Yeah.”

You sighed when you reached your desk and saw the growing pile of new paperwork in the ‘IN’ box. Normally you wouldn’t mind but you were finding yourself easily derailed today.

‘No point in complaining’ you told yourself as you settled in to get work. Numerous times throughout the workday, you found yourself interrupted by your coworkers and it felt like the pile of paperwork only grew every time you glanced back.

It wasn’t until the last of your coworkers left for the day, that you were able to just breathe. With a quiet groan, you leaned back in your chair and rubbed your eyes.

With how far behind you were, you will likely be here for an hour or so - or however time worked in the depth of the underworld.

In the time you have been in here, you had somehow become the spokesperson for administration shades, considering you were one of the handful that didn’t cry at even the mere thought of Master Hades.

It was far more work than you would ever want and you never were the one to turn away from hard work.

When you heard the door creaking open, you wanted to groan again but you sat up to greet the newcomer with a smile. Only to drop it when you saw it was Y/N. He pressed a finger to his lips as he locked the door behind him.

Your brow furrowed but you kept quiet, far more curious than you had any right to be. You didn’t say a word as he came up to your desk, his body moving with that strong, easy grace of a warrior.

Heat twisted in your stomach as you met his penetrating gaze, a buzzing under your skin growing the longer you and him stared at each other. You tried your best to shove it away and fold your hands on your desk.

“I got bad news.” Y/N whispered, his eyes flickering away from you and scanned the room with a frown. Then he went to the head of the Administration's desk, carefully opening each drawer.

You trailed after him, wondering what he was trying to find. He gestured for you to get closer.

You obeyed without thinking, then cursed yourself for doing so. He leaned in, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. You shivered.

“Things have been going missing from that Wretched Broker.”

”So?” You asked, just as low. You just hoped that he didn’t notice how he affected you. “What does it have to do with us?”

“Master Hades hates thieves. If someone is bold enough to steal from the broker then how long before they try to steal from him. Or worse, from his Queen.” Y/n explained before he went to the next drawer.

You bit on your cheek as you took in his words. “Okay but why would it be someone here?”

As he went through the desk, he kept each move quick, nearly silent as he flipped through the paperworks, opened the small bags and put things away just as they were before.

It was like he was never there.

You narrowed your eyes at him, not pleased to realize that Y/N had that unique skill set under his belt. Y/n’s mouth quirked up in a half-grin when he saw the disapproving look on your face.

You hated that you wanted to kiss it away. You crossed your arms over your chest as if it would protect you from your own horrible urges.

“Maybe it was you.” You muttered sourly. Y/n chuckled at that, but shook his head.

“There are only four keys in the whole house that have access to the Broker’s goods. The Broker, Master Hades, myself and the administration’s headshade.” He said. “An oversight on Master’s part but I imagine after this whole mess, he will rectify that.”

You frowned in thought, your eyes drifting over the desks then walls. You went over to where the keys were stored away in the far corner in the back. The safe was ancient and dusty, like most things in the house were.

Y/N’s eyes felt heavy on your back but you ignored it and kneeled in front of it. You opened easily, and heard Y/N’s muttered swear when he saw it wasn’t even locked.

Normally the safe was never locked since there was an honor system in the office. In hindsight, you had to admit that maybe it wasn’t a good idea.

You grimaced when you realized there would likely be more paperwork and security measures in the future. It was also a very strong possibility that a few or all of your co-workers might be getting fired. Along with yourself.

”Master Hades assured me that it was always locked.” He grumbled, joining you on the ground. You tried not to think about how near he was to you, it would be easy to turn your head and lean in slightly to brush your lips along his cheek.

You cursed the thief and their mother for this whole mess. The key for Broker’s was there, along the Kitchen’s pantry and the Queen’s gardens. When you glanced back at Y/N, his expression was resigned.

“This is going to be a bigger headache than I thought.” He growled as he stood. He held out a hand to help you up. You took it before you could stop yourself, built into you simply from years of habit.

You wondered if that was why he reached down to help, it was the same for him.

His fingers were still rough, calloused and scarred from years of warfare and backbreaking training. There was history written on his skin, one that you could still trace blind. You knew him still, knew him bone deep even though he was no longer yours.

As if you and him both realized at the same time how it looked, how the moment was stretched out infinitely, the hands jerked apart. Without a word, y/n went back to the desk, his shoulders tight.

You bit down on your cheek, surprised by the sudden burn of hurt in your chest. You wanted to yell, to demand that he turn around and acknowledge you. You let out a shaky breath, hating yourself.

”I don’t want you telling anyone else, got it?” His voice rumbled low in the stillness. You flushed, sure he was speaking about the moment that just happened.

He glanced at you, his mouth a hard line. “About the thievery. If it gets out that we’re looking for them, they could escape before we can grab them.”

”Oh.” You nodded. “I won’t. Don’t worry about me.”

Because of course, there was nothing to say about what just happened because nothing did happen. You looked away, Hypnos’ trusting smile flashing your mind and guilt sat like a rock in your stomach.

”Good.” He said, his shoulders relaxed slightly as he closed the drawer. “If you see or hear anything, you come to me first, understand?”

“I understand.”

Dear beloved student,

I heard from my son that you had been requested to work the House as one of the administrators. Congratulations, you were always clever with numbers so I don’t doubt that you will be successful in your new role.

You know that you are always welcome to come visit us in Elysium. Achilles can only nod his head so much in false understanding when I explaine the new techniques on healing infections, before I fear his head would roll off.

Fair’s fair since I often do the same as he explains the exact difference between his fishing poles. Did you know how flexible a pole is could mean the difference between victory and defeat?

I hope you are doing well. We miss you.

Your teacher, Patroclus.

Each time you read the letter you put it back down before pacing the small dorm room was yours. It seemed like guilt was your albatross to bear.

Maybe you should just ignore it. But you knew better. Patroclus was the father you never had, he had been the one taught you how to read and write, staying up late with you in the late hours of the morning as you puzzled over vowels.

Y/N was his son but he wasn’t the thing that defined your relationship with Patroclus. He was the one who made you the man, the healer you were now. A nagging thought came to you. You wondered if they like Hypnos, if they welcomed the god with open arms.

Wincing like someone hit you, you had to admit you didn’t know how to feel about that.

You felt ugly for even thinking about it. Because you knew Hypnos didn’t have the best relationship with his own family, just from rumors and the way his smiles would fade a little when he spoke of them.

The letter remained on the desk, a silent witness to your torment.

You could just keep the letter short, like he did. Nothing wrong with that. It took you eight times before you were satisfied.

Beloved teacher,

It is a wonderful thing to hear from you again. Your unwavering faith in me always drives me to do my best. I must say I dearly miss your lectures on new healing practices as well having someone to talk to about it.

Very few people can appreciate finer details needed for amputations, many shades think they could just use a sword and be done with it. They didn't take kindly when I pointed out that might be why they died.

I will most certainly make a trip up there once the work settles down a bit. Please tell Achilles I said hello and good luck on his fishing.

Always your student, Reader.

You read over it, biting your cheek. Surely, this sounded perfectly fine. A nice, normal letter.

You read again, wondering why it felt dishonest.

Gods were to be feared, the ground they walked upon worshiped with bowed heads and eyes casted downward.

So a friendship with a god is an unusual experience. You suspected not even the most well read poets of Greek could describe it in the right details.

At least not with Hypnos.

“Oooh, the limbs can move.” Hypnos exclaimed, wiggling the small wooden doll he found. You hoped he found it and didn’t take it from a young child. You watched him for a moment, your quill still in hand before returning to your scrolls.

It was just you and a handful of shades left, the workday coming to end. Yet it seems your work never comes to an end, more and more paperwork coming to your desk everyday.

There was no need for Hypnos to be here but he had arrived all the same. He had seemed content to just sit and chatter at you so you let him.

“I don’t know what is happening with Zagreus lately, he just seems to keep walking right off cliffs every time he makes it to the surface.” Hypnos chuckles, like the death was a joke. “I keep telling him that sharp, pointy rocks and squishy bodies don’t mix well.”

You huffed out a laugh despite yourself. “Well you aren’t wrong.”

Hypnos beamed at you, “And that is why you are one of my favorites. If more people listened to my advice, maybe a certain god wouldn't die as often.”

A few of your lingering coworkers shot Hypnos an annoyed glance and you frowned at them, feeling a little protective over this strange god playing with a child’s doll.

You just returned to your work however, ready to be done for the day. By the time you were on the last paperwork, everyone else had left. Everyone but Hypnos.

With an exhausted sigh, you sighed it off and stood up with a groan. You rolled your shoulders, cursing yourself for slouching so much.

”all done?” Hypnos asked hopefully, blinking those heavy eyes at your nod, he tossed the doll up into the air and almost didn’t catch it in time.

Hypnos frowned at it, tapping his chin before he pressed the doll between his hands, as if to crush it. There was a faint shimmer of gold and he opened his hands with a smile.

The doll hung in the air for a minute before it began to spin and twist in a dance. Arms and legs moving with grace, each spin of it’s form left a fading amber gleam behind.

”I just adore how children dream.” Hypnos told you, and with a flick of his hand, sent the doll on its way.

“Where is it going?” You asked, wishing that you bottle a little bit of that power to study it. The kinds of healing properties those powers could have… but there were the ethical considerations of such things…

”I dunno.” Hypnos said cheerfully and you laughed as you began cleaning up.

Hypnos glanced at the closed door for a long moment then leaned into you, his nose bumping against yours.

”You know, right?” Hypnos demanded, the kaleidoscope of his gold irises made you dizzy. His soft curls brushed against your forehead and you felt a rising flush on your nape, up to your ears.

“Ah- what?” You blinked but it didn’t help with the dizziness. You swallowed, not liking how this was making you feel. Because- because-

“About the case of sticky hands? The thief? I assume Y/N told you?” Hypnos rambled on, leaning back a bit. But you were still off-balance by the whole thing and the heat had now creeped up to your cheeks.

”Oh. Yes. He did.” You coughed to clear your throat.

“I bet that it was one of the cooks.” Hypnos muttered, tapping his fingers together in thought. Then he straightened up, his eyes widened as he snapped his fingers. “Oh!”

You immediately knew he was up to no good.

“You know what, reader? You and me and the lounge.” Hypnos beamed at you. “And the first drink will be my treat. Oh and maybe they have those fried cheese sticks.”

You shook your head, about to come up with an excuse when your stomach began to growl. You slapped a hand over it. “Sorry. I am not actually hungry-“

”Nope, now I am making it an order. I swear you and y/n are so bad at taking care of yourself.” Hypnos gestured at your desk, “Hurry up now, those cheese sticks are calling my name.”

You obeyed. You didn’t know why you did but you did anyway.

The lounge was almost-full, with some glancing over at you and Hypnos as he told you to them a table but it was too busy for anyone to really care about them. You luckily found one just emptied out and claimed it.

This was a mistake. And you knew it. You really should just tell Hypnos ‘thanks but no thanks’ even if you and he were friends.

“Here you go, I got your favorite!” Hypnos placed your drink down, along with a basket of cheese sticks and cherry tomatoes and his own drink.

it all looked good. Really, really good.

You decided not to ask how Hypnos knew your favorite and muttered a ‘thanks’ before taking a deep drink. Hypnos did the same then immediately began working his way through the snacks, giving a look until you began eating as well.

It was delicious.

“Okay, so I gotta know.” Hypnos leaned in with a smile, his voice quiet. “Out of these cooks, who do you think is most likely to be the thief?”

You glanced over the busy kitchen, watching them for a long moment. You didn’t see how Hypnos’ eyes darted between the cooks only to return to you, lingering.

when you saw one of the cooks sneak a bite of cheese, you pointed at them. “That one.” You whispered to Hypnos, who nodded enthusiastically.

“I've seen them do that before.” Hypnos whispered back. “Drink up, it will be your turn to go there. Report back.”

You bit back a laugh and did as you were told.

The one quick drink became a fun little game of you and Hypnos getting more drinks and snacks, coming up with wilder and wilder theories.

”This whole thing is a heist.” Hypnos told you a little too loudly, and you shushed him, pressing a finger against your lips. Hypnos slapped his hands over his mouth as you scanned the room.

When no one gave you or Hypnos even a single look, you waved for him to continue. Much quieter, he did.

“A heist. I bet they are building up to steal something from Master Hades.” Hypnos rushed. “Like- like-”

“His favorite quill.” You gasped and Hypnos nodded, “Yes! And maybe his stuffed teddy bear?”

The idea of your terrifying boss sleeping with a little teddy made you break down in giggles. Hypnos joined in a moment later.

Once the laughter died down, You leaned back as Hypnos yawned. Loudly.

You covered your mouth as you copied his yawn.

“I kinda wish Y/N was here with us right now.” Hypnos sighed, resting his cheek on his palm.

Maybe it was the exhaustion, the giddy laughter but your lips moved before you could stop yourself.

“How is he?” You asked then you winced. “I mean-“

”Is he happy, you mean?” Hypnos repiled, his tone quiet. His heavy eyes suddenly alert. You sat up, painfully aware of the shift in the atmosphere. You wished you could take those words back but you knew you couldn't.

Besides, you knew you would ask eventually. Might as well get the pain over with.

Hypno stirred his cup, his gaze still on you but you had to look away. “I think he is content. Or maybe I am just telling myself that.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, fingers curling against the table.

“He still thinks about you.” Hypnos admitted, taking a careful sip of his drink. Your body froze, the words ringing in your ears.

With a calm you didn’t truly feel, you met Hypnos’ eyes. It still caused a nervous flutter in your stomach. There was an ancient feeling to Hypnos, like stones left to ruin, the passage of time revealed by his golden irises.

It was no wonder that Y/N had fallen for Hypnos. The god was beautiful, otherworldly in a way a farm boy - that you never could be.

“I. I don’t-” You paused, a hand curled against the smooth wood of the table. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say?

“You know, I asked about you.” Hypnos took another sip, a loose curl brushing against his cheek as he smiled. “Before you came to the house, I mean. And afterwards, of course!”

Somehow you were able to find enough coordination to bring your wine to your lips. Unlike Hypnos, you didn’t sip it gracefully rather you gulped as much as you could in a single go.

“Why are you telling me this?” You gestured to the shade at the bar with two fingers up. You needed a lot more alcohol. There might not be enough wine in all of the underworld to have this conversation.

Because at some point, you had come to think of Hypnos as an… friend even though he was the one to kiss Y/N, get to hold him and make him laugh. It used to be you but over time, you accepted the hurt because you knew Hypnos truly cared for Y/N.

And that had almost been enough for your broken heart. Because as long as Y/N was loved, cared for, you could tend to your broken pieces.

“Because he was right about you. The jerk.” Hypnos chuckled then he did something you weren’t expecting. His hands grabbed both yours and enveloped them between his.

You stared down in muted surprise at how warm his touch was. It was just how Y/N’s used to be.

The contrast was obvious. Hypnos’ fingers were slender, his wrists finely-boned, the veins dark and healthy under his skin. They looked like the hands of an aristocratic, someone that never knew hard labor.

While there were tiny scars on yours, the nails were short and blunt. Nearly all of your fingers were calloused from your hard work.

Hypnos ran his thumb along yours, his expression thoughtful. Goosebumps appeared on your skin, a soft heat pooling in your stomach. You ignored it. Or tried to.

”I think he is happy.” You rushed to say. Hypnos blinked at you. You gave him an honest smile. It hurts but not as much as you thought. Because Hypnos was warm, he was funny and he was what Y/N needed.

“Because this last hour or whatever is the most fun I had in forever. Just being around you brings a smile to my face” You told him and you heard the gratitude in your voice. Hopefully so did he. “And I have seen the way he smiled at you, I know you make him very, very happy.”

Hypnos ducked his head, his sleep mask almost falling forward. His cheeks darkened and you realized he was blushing. You thought before he was just beautiful in the ways gods simply were but this moment, that shy blush on his cheeks were purely Hypnos.

He was so lovely like this.

You made yourself look away, not sure what this was. Hypnos let out a quiet laugh, a finger pressing against your pulse. You took a shaky breath.

“The mighty hands of a healer. I know these hands spared many from my brother and sisters, including our Y/N.” He whispered as yours and his eyes met once more. There was a beat, a moment of heated intensity that you didn’t realize was possible with someone who wasn’t y/n.

It almost didn’t register that he didn’t say ‘my y/n’. That Hypnos had said ‘ours’.

Ours…

“He was right.” Hypnos repeated. So low, that you knew only you heard him.

You swallowed. “About what?”

“About you. You are the smartest person I have ever met. You are also the most naive man I have ever met. Which is saying a lot considering I have met plenty of morals.” Hypnos gave your hands a squeeze.

“Oh.” You said, your heart twisting into itself. It felt like new cracks had formed, just as the old ones were filled. “Well, you tell him I said he is still the most stubborn man I ever knew. Still know.”

Hypnos blinked, his amber eyes big as an owl. Then he tossed his head back in a delighted laugh. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.

You knew that you shouldn’t like Hypnos. Maybe at first, you didn’t. Yet your heart ached with sheer fondness. You liked that you made Hypnos lose himself in laughter and you liked how good his hands felt against yours.

It was the same way you felt when you got a real smile from Y/N, at how the sunlight would hit his hair, the way his mouth felt against yours.

You froze.

Oh.

Oh no.

(Y/N’s pov)

When he gets his hands on that thief, Hades would be the least of their problems. Y/N growled as he made his way back toward Hypnos’ chambers, his expression stormy.

Why now? And why only nectar?

Y/n paused in front of the door, debating if he should go back, to scan the areas one more time for missing clues. And maybe make sure a certain someone wasn’t staying late at work.

He immediately dismissed that idea. That road led only to dangerous things. Something that he wasn't willing to risk, no matter how much he wanted to check on you. To make sure you were alright.

But no. Y/n knew that wasn’t his privilege to do so, not anymore. He won’t do that to you or to Hypnos.

So he pushed the temptation out of his mind firmly.

Y/n quietly opened the door and closed it behind him, making sure the locks were in place before he let out a sigh.

He was looking forward to taking his armor off and pulling a sleepy Hypnos into his arms. The thought of waking him up just enough to get soft kisses and quiet sighs was better than ambrosia.

But when he turned around, he realized there was someone on the chaise, mostly under a blanket, too large to be Hypnos.

He immediately tightened his hand on the spear, then Hypnos poked his head up from behind the chaise. Hypnos blinked at him in sleepy surprise, his smile grew.

“Oh, you finally came home.” Hypnos yawned, beckoning him closer. Y/n obeyed, not sure what was going on. When he got close enough, he saw the locks of hair and knew it was you.

Of course it was, he would know that hair anywhere. You were sound asleep, enough that Y/N knew it would take a lot to wake you up. He saw the dark fans of your lashes pressed against your cheeks.

It was such a familiar sight that it felt like a punch to the guts. It was vulnerable moments like these that allowed Y/N to really see you, all soft and warm

“We were trying to help your investigation.” Hypnos whispered from his nest on the floor, pillows and blankets. He looked just as lovely, the dying light in the hearth made his eyes honey gold.

”Help, huh?” You muttered, the fondness in your tone softening the words. You moved around the chaise, brushing a hand on top of his head, giving the mask a playful tug.

Hypnos batted at your hand, resting his full weight against y/n’s leg, not bothering to get up to greet y/n. Not that y/n minded.

“I forget how easily morals fall asleep when around me for too long. Especially when intoxicated.” Hypnos confessed, pressing a kiss against Y/n’s skin, “I didn’t feel right leaving him there. And I don’t remember where his room was so…”

so Hypnos brought Reader here.

There was a strange sensation in Y/N’s guts, the same one that he had when he saw them hugging in the hallway. Like something was right about this. Something good. It was just… different.

And Y/N didn’t know what to do with it.

Or rather, he had a good idea but he knew better. He was lucky enough to loved twice and to be loved twice. How many souls could say that?

”He got lucky. I was able to push him onto the chaise. He woke up just enough to walk to it and he passed right out.” Hypnos said, bringing Y/N’s attention back on him. However Hypnos was staring at reader with a gentle frown.

“Love?” Y/n asked with a matching frown.

“He has not been getting any sleep.” Hypnos admitted. “You know my rules, I tried to give people privacy with this stuff or at least, act like I don’t know. Y/n, I think this is the first time he actually slept since coming here.”

Y/n closed his eyes. Becasue fuck. What was he supposed to do with that information? Reader wasn’t his anymore. He couldn’t make you go to sleep again at your will.

…Could he?

He glanced down at reader, his fingers twitching the urge to brush the stray lock of hair out your face. Your lips were parted, your breathing slow and even. Y/n’s heart ached.

Hypnos gave another kiss then laid down on the piles of pillows and blankets he made. “ I don’t think we should wake him up.”

”No.” y/n agreed quietly. He took the armchair, with both you and hypnos in his sight. Hypnos gave another loud yawn and stretched out onto his blankets.

“Want a blanket?” He mumbled, his sleepy voice adorable. Y/n shook his head with a gentle smile.

“No, go to sleep.” Y/n ordered, trying to remove his armor quietly as he could. Hypnos sat back up, and floated over helping him. Once that was done, Hypnos and y/n shared a quick, chaste kiss.

”Good night.” Hypnos whispered and you did the same, with one last kiss. “Can we talk tomorrow? After you know.”

“Why not now?” Y/n asked.

“I want it to just be us here for this talk.” Hypnos said, not meeting his eyes. Y/n cupped his chin, making Hypnos meet his eyes. “Is there something worrying you?”

Hypnos shook his head with a smile. “No.”

Y/n wanted to push, curious but he knew from the expression on Hypnos’ face he wasn’t go get far so all he did was murmured an agreement before kissing Hypnos once more

It didn’t take long for Hypnos to fall asleep. His limbs sprawled out as his breathing changed and y/n admired the sight of Hypnos’ delicate beauty.

Then Y/N’s eyes flickered toward you, the line of his mouth thoughtful. while you didn’t carry the starlit beauty of Hypnos, you had something wholly yours. It still made Y/N’s heart overflow with love to see it.

It wasn’t something he liked to admit, but he never did quite learn how to stop it. And now…

it wasn't that he never loved you, or it was lesser.

There was you. There was Hypnos. Two halves of himself.

It was that simple. And it was that complicated.

Y/n sat back in his chair- furious with himself and he rubbed his eyes with a sigh. He didn’t get much rest, keeping a watchful eye over both.

#wake me from this dreaming #Thy Starry Crown

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Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 5

series contains- *smut, violence, obscene language*

3rd person

current story time: 8:30 am

Jinx slipped her circular goggles on and blasted her speakers full volume; she began working on her 'butterfly bombs' and took her abstracted screwdriver and dissembled some parts of it. Jinx bobbed her head at the music 'get jinxed' and continued her creation when Silco entered her room.

"jinx" he called, she didn’t hear him and continued to work on her gold like butterfly bombs. "JINX" he repeated himself starting to lose patience, even after shouting, jinx still didn't hear him over the loud music. "JINX!" he yelled and smashed her music player with his fist angrily; "that's meee" she spun around smiling.

Silco sighed and massaged his temples. "I need you to collect some cargo from an airship in Piltover for me" "is sevika coming?" silco hesitated, "yes she w-" "i'm good" jinx replied a little too quickly. "jinx i need you to do this mission for me" jinx stayed silent. "you’re the only one i can trust to carry this out" again jinx stayed silent. He sighed again, "it would've been a great learning experiencing for you working with someone close to your age" jinx shot up at that statement. "you mean su- uh y/n will be there too?" Jinx asked enthusiastically. "yes i thought it wou-" jinx cut him off, "i'll go, what time do we leave?" Silco stood there shocked for a few seconds questioning himself of jinx's sudden agreement. "9 o' clock" jinx nodded and shooed him out. Still processing what had just occurred Silco went back to his office to make arrangements for their mission.

. . .

your pov

9:29 am

"y/n you and jinx will guard the cargo on the right and I’ll make sure everything else runs smoothly" I nodded and hurried down the mini staircase leading to the bottom of the ship. I ignited my lamp and used my eyes to scan the room for any sign of possible threats. I heard whispering and the hairs on my arm stood up, I gulped. "jinx? is that you?" I took a step forward when I felt something brush my back; I shrieked. "heya sugar" I let out a breath of relief "what the hell" "did i scare you?" she pouted. "you’re so annoying" I rolled my eyes. "hm that's funny, then why do you always check me out whenever I see you?" I blushed and caught myself checking her out again. She smirked, "n-no i don't check you out ha you wish" she softly smiled. "maybe i do sugar" she walked closer, towering over me. My insides started heating up and my cheeks went red. She leaned in and so did I, now our lips were less than an inch apart. "but if you think i'm annoying i'll stop bothering you" (your fav cock blocker ;)

what the actual fuck, does she like me or not? oh no.. i think i'm falling for jinx. this makes everything so much harder

"firelights! they're here!" one of our men shouted. Jinx grabbed me and pulled me to the back of the piles of crates. She blew my lamp out and jumped effortlessly on her lift (the thing she rides on in this scene) we heard gunshots go off followed by a weird crystallization sound. Two firelights came down to where we were, holding a torch "oh no she's here" one of them said fearfully.

damn she really does have a reputation huh?

The firelight holding the torch threw it on the ground revealing the swing jinx had previously pushed with the marking BOOM underneath it. Jinx hung upside down and let the lift carry her between them while sneakily attaching 6 bombs, 3 on each. Seconds later an explosion was heard and purple smoke erupted from the trap door. I followed jinx out and she took a few steps out of the smoke. She blew her bangs out of her face, crossed her arms and put on the most innocent looking face, "hi"

jinx's pov

I caught the two bombs y/n threw and extracted both pins with my teeth, I threw them at the onlooking firelights and used my handgun to take out the rest. I saw y/n successfully shoot and kill a couple firelights, I smiled and continued taking them down. I saw the leader of the firelights pouring some sort of flammable liquid over the shimmer shipment and a masked guy ready to ignite it. I quickly ran up to him, knocked his mask off and grabbed his wrist. But it wasn't a guy.. it was girl..with pink hair.

Images and memories started flooding my head, "vi?" I was relieved that my sister was alive until I heard the voices from that day. "I can't lose you" "why did you leave me?" "because you're a jinx" my expression changed from shocked to hatred. The girl look at me confused and used my shocked expression as an opportunity to ignite the flames setting the cargo on fire. She then struggled to get out of my grip, I let her go then shot her before she could get far. "no!" I heard a voice shout, I stood there panting when I saw the leader heading towards me. I took out my minigun and began firing aimlessly accidentally shooting my crew.

your pov

I saw a few firelights headed for me so I took my own gun and shot them. Some I dodged others I attacked; I was looking for jinx when I observed her just standing there gripping unto someone's wrist, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She eventually shot them after the damage had already been done. Silco is going to kill her.

"you should've seen it, she fired on us" sevika complained. "they're always mishaps in a battle, the firelights were her target and most are dead" silco excused.

i- is this bitch fr.

"it wasn't a mishap she froze up and lost her shit, i could've handled those brats. she's a problem and we all know it" "we?" he turned his chair so it faced us. "who's we?" sevika stayed silent. "i expected more from you than void excuses, it was your job to make sure things went smoothly; you failed me" he looked at me "don't fail me again" sevika grunted and left with me following quickly behind her.

he kept making excuses for her, she's his weakness but i can't hurt her i don't want too. but it's the only way my mother's love or her's.

#arcane #gay #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #jinx smut #league of legends #wlw

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bluejaysandblackbats · 6 months ago

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You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 12/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Twelve: Pressure Cooker (Terry McGinnis' POV)

Jason took me to a team-building event for the kids in his program. All the kids had to sign up for a game beforehand, but we could sign up for at least three. There had to be at least two hundred kids there. I worried because Jason started acting strangely after his meeting three weeks ago. I felt like he didn’t want me around anymore. Jason wasn’t mean about it, but he wasn’t the same anymore. It made me feel the same way I did when my parents told me about the divorce. I couldn’t put it into words, but I was a pressure cooker full of anxiety… And what comes out of anxiety when you’re afraid to show fear?

Despite everything inside me screaming to turn around and go home, I signed up for baseball. It felt like my last-ditch effort to impress Jason and get on his good side. Jason and I sat in matching baseball uniforms while he stared at his phone. “Hey, Jason, how’d you make these jerseys so fast? It’s not like baseball’s the only sport at this event,” I smiled. I would’ve done anything to strike up a conversation with him.

“Huh? Oh… The jerseys are all made at the beginning of the year and we put the names on during signups,” Jason answered without looking up.

“Um… How’s Avie? I haven’t seen her in a while. Did she go home—?”

“You’re up, Terry,” Jason interrupted. I sighed and picked up a bat.

Jason never looked up. The umpire mumbled something about Charlie, and I whipped around, missing the first pitch.

“Strike one!” he shouted. I grimaced. If Jason was paying any attention, he would’ve noticed it. I tried to ignore it but missed the second pitch anyway. “Strike two! Sound familiar, twip? I hope Big Time doesn’t pull through this time.”

I looked straight ahead and hit the ball. I didn’t have time to see where it went before I tossed the bat and jumped on the umpire. We struggled on the ground for a minute before Jason pulled me off him. “What’s your glitch?” the umpire shouted. I ripped his mask off while Jason struggled to get a hold of me. I recognized the kid.

Charlie might’ve slagged his brother. I don’t know for sure because Charlie never said anything about it. All I know is that the kid’s brother never bothered me again. I never saw him again. He used to corner me and beat me up after school every day until Charlie came around. After that twip said that about Charlie, I didn’t care about controlling myself. I lost it. I wriggled loose and I grabbed the kid by his collar and reeled back to punch him out before Jason dragged me off of him.

He hooked his arms under my armpits and dragged me away from the field. My heels dug into the dirt, and I fought him every inch of the way. He let go of me and blocked my efforts to return to the fight. “Terry!” Jason shouted. His voice shook me, but he didn’t intend to scare me. He sounded hurt like he was holding back tears. “What’s going on?”

“If he has a problem with Charlie, he’s got a problem with me—.”

“Seriously, Terry? Not that… Tell me anything else—.”

“You didn’t hear what he said! You haven’t heard anything I’ve said for weeks! Did I do something to you?” I shouted. Jason froze. “Go ahead! Check your phone! I’m out of here!”

“Terry, wait,” Jason pleaded. I was done. I stormed off and Jason followed me from a distance.

“Leave me alone! I’m through! I don’t need you or your stupid program anymore!” I screamed.

“Terry, at least let me drive you home!” Jason replied.

“I’ll call my dad!” I lied. Jason knew it. I was too upset to talk to anybody. He followed closely behind me until I hopped on the A-trak, and lost him. I took the A-trak to Dana’s neighborhood and hopped off two blocks from her house. Her dad didn’t like me around because he wasn’t sure I was done with the gangs. I didn’t blame him. It was fresh. I was on the verge of throwing away all my progress. Dana came when I called, running around the corner to meet me. Her smile faded when she saw the look on my face. “Terry,” Dana frowned as she took her sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. “What happened?”

“Can we take a walk?” I asked. I was keyed up and needed a break from myself. “What’s going on with you today? How are you?”

Dana shrugged. “I’m fine… I’m more concerned about how you’re doing, Terry. You were doing great… What’s going on?” Dana asked.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Dana. I wanna talk about you. I wanna talk to you—.”

“Where’s Jason? Didn’t you have that thing at the park?” Dana asked.

“I went,” I answered.

“Did you get kicked out of the program? You were doing such a good job. You idolize Jason—.”

“Not anymore. And I didn’t get kicked out of the program. I quit. I walked out of the program because it blows. Jason doesn’t know anything about me. He doesn’t care about me… And I’m good with that. It’s over,” I replied. I didn’t want it to be over. Jason made me feel stable. Five seconds out of the program sent me reeling.

“As your friend, I think you’re being stupid, Terry. Jason’s the best thing that ever happened to you. He’s a great influence—.”

“Dana, let’s drop it. Please. Can we drop it?” I asked. Dana sighed.

“Okay… Where are we going, Terry?”Dana asked. I didn’t know where to go. “Terry, slow down a second. Let’s get something to eat.”I nodded. “And your bag’s lighting up.”

I frowned. “It’s nothing,” I mumbled.

“If it’s nothing, can I—?”

“Dana, forget it… Go home,” I snapped. She touched my arm. “Dana, I’ll be fine. I’m going home.”

“Home… Terry, don’t lie to me,” Dana whispered, “Please.”

“I’m not… I’m going home at some point today. I’ll call you,” I reassured her. She turned around and I watched her head home. I almost made it before my dad caught me.

“Terry!” Dad shouted. I frowned with tears in my eyes. He softened and opened his arms… And I hugged him. “Do you wanna go to the park? Or would you rather go home?”

“I wanna go home,” I mumbled. Dad nodded, messing up my hair.

“Bad day?” Dad asked.

“Terrible,” I answered.

He let me in the house and poured a glass of juice. “Wanna talk about it?” Dad questioned. I shook my head. “That’s alright… I ordered a pizza, thinking I’d be alone, but now you can split it with me. How ‘bout it?”

“Sounds good, Dad,” I smiled. Dad didn’t ask me about Jason. I didn’t want to see him anymore. I decided he didn’t want me around. I couldn’t force him to care about me. He didn’t owe me friendship, but I wished he cared to explain. There wasn’t anything I could do about that.

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kittensandforeheadkisses · 1 year ago

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DOYH CHAPTER 16

Raghav's POV

"Why do I care? Why do I care!? Raghav the competition is in two days. "

The competition was the last thing on his mind.

He had an injured wrist, his head was discombobulated after painkillers he gulped before his nap, and he was pretty sure his mother hadn't stopped freaking out downstairs since the moment he showed up bruised and beaten up. But the only thing that was going in his head was the look on Ranveer's face while talking to his girlfriend. Here he was, with his heart trampled to ground by the guy standing in front of him, chest aching with the throb far worse than that in his wrist, but of course it's the competition, it's always the fucking competition with him.

"Did I do something to you?" Ranveer asked, "What the hell happened, Raghav? How are we going to fix this?"

Should he make him a list? He was pretty sure it would be bigger than the one Ayush was threatening to make.

He wondered what would happen once the competition was over. Before the shitstorm that was today, he was pretty sure they'd remain friends. Now, not so much.

He wondered how they'd drift apart, slowly, like a loose thread coming undone, or swiftly, like a piece of cloth ripped apart forcefully. He wondered which would hurt him the most. Ranveer, slowly getting back in his shell, making excuses, making plans and excluding him, or Ranveer, ditching him from day one after competition, dodging his texts and calls.

His chest hurt from just imagining it.

A stab of pain in his wrist brought him back to reality. And it hurt more than his imagination because Ranveer was sitting on his bed, mere inches away from him, with his wrist cradled in his hand.

"Tell me what happened." He demanded, as if he wasn't the reason behind all of his pain recently.

"Yeah, well, you would have known if you weren't so busy with your girlfriend." He regretted the words just as they came out of his mouth. Shit, what was he doing?

He sighed, shaking his head and gingerly taking his wrist out of Ranveer's loose hold, backing against the headboard. He made to rub his face, only to hiss at the pain lacing his wrist with an ugly bow.

"Konsi girlfriend, dude? Me single hu." Ranveer's shocked voice echoed in the space between them.

What? Then who was the girl in the cafe? He was pretty sure they used to be in a relationship.

They could just be exes catching up, a rational voice his head supplied. Doesn't mean the feelings aren't there, he said back, his mind going to the look on his face when he listened to his ex ranting.

Raghav wanted to smack himself out of this sorry mental state. This is what happens when he becomes jealous. This is why falling for Ranveer was a bad idea. His emotions get out of hand, and it's not a pretty sight when everything is said and done.

"I'm sorry. It has nothing to do with you." He wondered if he should tell him what happened, but after the way he acted like a jealous mistress, he deserves to know what happened. "It's Ayush."

Ranveer frowned, "That guy who was selected when I left?" He nodded his head, and Ranveer looked at his wrist, gently stroking the injured area. "He did this to you?"

A self-deprecating laugh slipped out when he thought about it. "No. I tried punching him in his gut, but something must've been off with my aim because I ended up being more injured." He dangled his hand in front of him, "For once in my life, I fought back, and I couldn't even say 'you should've seen the other guy'."

***

Ranveer's POV

Raghav was laughing, but his mind had descended into a quiet calm. There was a sound ringing through his head and it was as if he stepped behind a wall that muffled the sounds around him.

He wanted to know what happened between them for Raghav to let go of the caution and fight back, competition be damned. But Raghav's mother came upstairs with food and medicines for Raghav and chai for him. Ranveer kept quiet when Raghav's mother fussed over him, asking him questions and smacking his head every tenth second.

The only thing that kept Ranveer from busting Ayush's face was the competition. He wasn't about to sabotage themselves to beat up that asshole, but he will make him regret ever knowing Raghav once he was done with him. He will make sure of that.

He was sitting still, not because he wanted to, but because he was struck paralyzed with the intensity of the emotions he was reeling through. He was worried about how this will affect their chances in the competition, but it wasn't just that.

He took in Raghav, with his hair mussed and clothes rumpled from sleep, his ever reddened cheeks, eyes crinkled from wincing constantly as his mother looked after his injury.

Ever since meeting him, Ranveer has been riding this emotional rollercoaster he wasn't sure he'd ever get off of. He remembered being scared shitless on the phone on the day he told him about his father, he remembered the knee buckling relief after letting himself open and knowing his secrets won't ever be abused. He realised feeling protective over him comes as naturally as feeling protective over his sister.

But it isn't the brotherly affection he felt for Raghav, he slowly realised with mounting alarm.

No, with the amount of times he had caught himself looking at Raghav's lip, the soft curve of his cheek, with the way he holds onto Raghav's waist longer than he should whenever the occasion calls for it during their routine, his reluctance to go home after practice, slight shivers whenever he brushes up against him, no. It isn't brotherly affection at all.

It left him stunned. It left him slack jawed. It left him questioning his fucking sexuality.

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After Raghav's mother left, they tried brainstorming on how to replace the backflip with another step which would just be as cool, but none of them were able to think of anything. Raghav was loopy on meds, and Ranveer was..

Ranveer wasn't sure who he was anymore.

He only had one relationship with a girl who turned out to be lesbian. She said she had her doubts before, she said the only reason she dated him was because it was easy with him. And he agreed with her, it was the same for him. She was kind, charming and easy to talk to, and not even once did he feel the anticipating nervousness with her. Not the kind when he felt that day in the studio, holding Raghav's hand, making promises.

Other than the one with Shrishti, there was no other relationship to contemplate on. And his crushes…

Wait. His crushes. He couldn't remember crushing on any female character from his childhood, but he does remember Rohan Singh and Kris, how he'd fixate on them and only them whenever he turned on the show, and that alone says so much about his sexuality, he felt dumb not realising this before.

He was gay.

"You know," Raghav started, shocking him out of his moment, "the whole broody thing," he made wide circling gestures by his hand while being sprawled on his bed, "it might be working wonders with the ladies, but you're a lot more fun without it."

"Yeah, well, I can't help it when my partner goes and insults both of us after making a piss poor attempt at throwing a punch," He said dryly, which reminds him, "seriously, aesa kya bol diya tha usne jiski wajah se tune use mara?"

"Nothing," He stretched and sighed, "he was just being his homophobic self."

He stopped breathing.

"What do you mean?" He asked slowly, as if speaking any faster might spook him and shut himself in.

But medicines made his tongue loose. He was moving and adjusting, trying to find the perfect position to sleep in, "The fucker had made my life a living hell ever since he found out about me and outed me in front of everyone. I'd say it's because his parents never loved him, he turned out to be this way, but I know for a fact that it isn't true because his twin is one of the most wonderful person I know." His words became slurred towards the end of his sentence. He found the perfect position and curled inward, into himself.

"You're not straight?" He whispered, but there was no reply. Raghav was asleep.

How come he had no idea about this? How can something like this slip from Raghav's mind? He said he was outed in front of everybody, so people must know about his sexuality, right? Why didn't he tell him?? It might not have been a long time since they've known each other, but he thought they were close.

Maybe because he was forced out of the closet, he doesn't like to talk about it. And maybe he doesn't consider Ranveer as close as he did.

And that hurt. Alot.

He brushed it aside. And wondered what he's supposed to do with this new information. And what can he do? He's gay, Raghav might also be gay, or atleast into guys. So what. That doesn't mean they're into each other. They're just close friends, or at least that's what Ranveer thought they were, but after tonight, he wasn't sure if they were even that anymore.

#doyh #doyh chapter 16 #mishi writes

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vanishedangels · 2 years ago

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As the stars are shining

Summary: Jedi Luke Skywalker's world turns upside down when he comes to the aid of a force-sensitive child only to find that Din Djarin, the only man he has ever loved and pushed out of his life six years earlier on Dagobah, is the kid's guardian.

Blame it on the storm & Castles on the sand sequel

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Paz Vizsla, Ahsoka Tano, Greef Karga, R2-D2.

Rating: Mature

Tags: AU, Canon Divergence, Post The Mandalorian Season 2, Getting Back Together, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Tumblr Prompts, POV Alternating, Mostly Luke's POV.

Chapters: 2/3

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Part 3 of Wonderwall series

Excerpt:

The mandalorian stood still staring at the living waters for a while before he started to remove his cloak.

Chapter 2: Take what you need and be on your way

He didn't even need to consciously reach out through the force this time in order to find Din. The moment Luke jumped inside his cockpit he could feel a sense of a déjà vu, everything was unfolding before him smoothly, it felt like a string pulling him towards Din Djarin, effortlessly.

He pressed the child against his chest staring at the N-1 starfighter grounded by the entrance of a cave system, only occupied by a R5-series astromech droid that looked suspiciously familiar. He climbed down the X-Wing carefully placing the child inside the hovering pram. He looked around and then he looked down at Grogu beside him "You know how to use this." He rested his gloved hand on the pram "Just, stay close to me." The baby cooed. "Always."

Inside the intricate multilevel destroyed capital city, once known as Sundari, the darkness engulfed them completely until Grogu turned on the hovering pram's flashlight, Luke breathed in admiring the ruins surrounding them, he walked through the destruction guided by that recognizable pull that, apparently, still connected him with the mandalorian. All of a sudden, a tall creature jumped from a rock landing on its feet before them, armed with a heavy stick with a thick end, Luke craned his neck to look at it, he narrowed his eyes, the creature's skin was gray, matching the colour of its hair and it had four eyes and tusks. The moment three other creatures joined the first one, Luke sent a message to Grogu through the force and the baby closed his pram, securing himself inside it. The darkness was surrounding Luke once again until he ignited his lightsaber, only illuminating his own face, painting it in a green shade, when two of the creatures tried to come close to him Luke outstretched his right arm wielding his saber and made a spin cutting the two of them in half. He could feel the other two large creatures approaching him, and he ducked his head to dodge the creature's attack, he frowned curling his free hand into a tight fist and when he unfurled his hand, the creature's body fell lifeless on the floor while his saber was buried deep inside the chest of the remaining creature. The light of Grogu's pram bathing him again, he extinguished his saber letting the attacker fell into the abyss surrounding them. He looked at Grogu nodding and they continued their journey.

After descending several levels they finally came to a halt, Luke touched the pram letting Grogu know that he should stay behind him, the child was clutching the edge of his pram, Luke could feel his distress through the force, they were hiding in the shadows, watching. Din was trapped inside a cage while a cyborg, that Luke could tell it was a little creature inside a spider tank, was walking around him. Luke heard a pained grunt coming from Din and he squinted to see what was that creepy creature doing to him, his eyebrows rose when he could see that it was draining Din's blood with a tubing, making his hair stand on end.

Enough.

Luke walked towards them as he heard Din gasping the moment he held his hand up and the cyborg froze, Luke scowled discovering that an organic eye was staring at him from inside the mechanic structure "So there you are." He said piercing the only organic part of the creature with his saber. When the cyborg unit shut down, Luke ran towards Din, carefully unhooking the tubing from him "Din, please, hold on." Din didn't answer. "Din?"

He opened the cage and tried to find Din's pulse pressing his digits against his neck, just like that time when he found Din on the verge of death in the Western Dune Sea many years ago, and he sighed relieved when he realized that Din passed out but his heartbeat was strong and steady.

Luke was sitting on a rock with his elbows propped on his knees, hunching forward, when he heard Din groaning as he started stirring on the ground, Grogu was standing next to his helmet pressing his little hand on the visor and Luke shook his head slightly, he frowned staring at the floor remembering Ahsoka's words "This is a mistake." Indeed, he needed to work really hard if he wanted to provide Grogu with the means to find the way to balance his feelings. He finally looked up when the mandalorian placed the kid inside his pram and he swallowed hard as Din stood in front of him, he rose to his feet staring at his visor. "You saved my life, Skywalker, I'm in your debt. Thank you." Luke pressed his lips together, widening his eyes, Din sounded so distant and polite, his reaction was so different from the last time Luke went to his aid. "How did you find me?" Din inquired, Luke's answer died in his lips when he could only pulled a face and before he could find the words Din tilted his head "Was it the force?"

Luke sighed, talking about the force with Din was hard for him since it was a stark reminder of his biggest mistake "Yes." He said quietly.

The mandalorian shifted his weight from one foot to the other "Did you find me on Tatooine using the force too?" Luke's eyes went round and he nodded, Din huffed "You shouldn't be here." He added walking away. "Take Grogu with you and leave."

Although Din had every reason to be maddened by Luke's actions in the past, and he knew Din should be mad, the Jedi couldn't help but feel desperate, he followed Din grabbing him by his upper arm, when Din stopped in his tracks, the blonde hissed, his fingers twitching around Din's biceps before he withdrew his hand "Sorry, I didn't, I didn't mean it." He said staring down.

Din turned around "Why are you even here? It's obvious that you don't care about me." He said closing the space between them.

Luke was gaping, he blinking "I do care." He whispered.

Din remained silent and then he walked towards the child "It's dangerous, take the kid with you." Grogu was staring at him with pleading eyes, his big ears lowering a little.

"He's worried about you, we're not leaving." Luke stated standing beside him.

Din sighed as his shoulders slumped, visible defeated. The child chirped.

"Bo-Katan said that the living waters are located under the civic center." Din said as Grogu was holding his forefinger in his little hand.

Who's Bo-Katan? Luke thought "Alright." He said instead "Let's go."

"I, I'm not sure where the civic center is." The mandalorian stated staring at him over his shoulder.

Luke narrowed his eyes "I feel something, it's weak, but still, I can tell that the source is powerful. It could be the living waters."

Din nodded "Take us there."

The living waters were in front of them, Luke could tell the way Din's breath was going faster. The mandalorian stood still staring at the waters for a while before he started to remove his cloak.

"Din?" The Jedi said but the man in beskar didn't pay attention to him, Luke's heartbeat sped up the moment he realized that Din was taking the pieces of his armour off. Luke's heart leapt in his chest when his former lover's fingers were dexterously loosening the straps of his chest plate. He was holding his breath while Din was removing his armour piece by piece until he finally unzipped his flight suit, he stopped when he reached his waist, exposing his upper body. Luke knew every inch of his skin, every freckle, every scar, but seeing him for the first time, really seeing him with his own eyes, even when they were in semi-darkness, was something else entirely. Luke's skin prickled with something that resembled want when the mandalorian put his hands on his helmet, finally taking it off. Luke stared astonished as his eyes roamed Din Djarin's dark curls, and his mind went back to the times he stroked that silky hair in the past, and the sheer thrill that that memory triggered had tension rapidly coiling hot in his gut. He tried to compose himself when Din looked back at them over his shoulder, standing by the shore. Luke parted his lips as his heart skipped a beat when Din's soft brown eyes met his own. You're as beautiful as the day I saw you for the first time, my love. Luke was gaping at him, not believing that he was actually seeing the love of his life's face. The love of his life. Yes. Din was gorgeous in every way, inside and out, and seeing his face, even with all that darkness surrounding him, stirred something inside Luke. Din's eyes were not only humble but also full of kindness and Luke felt lost in them, deeply, hopelessly, lost in them. Din turned his head towards the waters and Luke was taken aback by him.

Din walked down the stairs finally stepping into the water "I swear on my name. And the name of the ancestors."

Luke was listening to him with curious eyes, and a thumping heart, while Din kept walking.

"That I shall walk the way of the Mand'alor." Din said as his knees were now covered by the living waters, holding his helmet against his bare chest with one hand and playing with the water with the fingers of his free hand "And the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart."

Luke could feel his heart running impossible fast, he was so proud of Din, so proud. Grogu tilted his little head, both of them expectant, until Din finally said "This is the way." And he held his helmet with both hands in front of his face, he made a pause, Luke frowned. Was Din hesitating? He blinked not able to move, still holding his breath until Din finally put his helmet back on and he sighed lowering his gaze finding Grogu's big brown eyes. Luke couldn't believe that Din gave him a gift that he was going to treasure forever, allowing him to see his face, even when it was for a brief moment.

Din walked in their direction to finally joined them, Luke's eyes roaming all over his helmet "I'm redeemed." He said making Luke's heart flutter.

"Yes, you are." He said half smiling. Din was now staring at the child, Luke walked away from them, trying not to intrude into their special moment.

He contemplated the way Din put every beskar piece on from afar, still he was watchful, ready to protect Din and Grogu. He flinched slightly when he saw Din hunching down by the shore, he could realize that he was filling a small flask with water. Realization hit him, it was obvious that Din needed to prove he bathed in the living waters to someone. But who was this person?

They walked in silence until they reached the point where they needed to go up, Din looked at Luke tilting his helmet "How did you manage to reach this level?"

"Grogu can pilot his pram." Luke said staring at his visor, Din hummed.

"And what about you?" He insisted.

Luke clicked his tongue "I climbed down." He clenched his left hand wondering if Din could notice the scratches all over his skin, he shook his head realizing that he couldn't have seen them in that darkness. "You two go first, it's gonna take a while, just-" He shrugged "Please, just wait for me up there."

The mandalorian looked at the child and then he looked at Luke again "No way." He said under his breath closing the space between Luke and him, he encircled the blonde's waist with one arm, Luke froze staring at his visor. "Is this okay?" He asked sheepishly as their bodies were pressed flush against each other, from thighs to chest and Luke couldn't help but feel a familiar tingling warmth in the pit of his stomach as his heart was pounding against his ribs.

"Yes." He said not breaking eye contact with Din. He squeezed his eyes shut when he heard the jetpack's turbines burst and his stomach flipped when he didn't feel the ground under his feet anymore, he opened his eyes as the wind started messing with his hair, dirty blonde locks brushing against his eyelashes, he blinked staring up. He felt Din's fingers twitching against his ribs, then he was digging them into Luke's flesh making him look at Din again, he was boring into his visor, relishing in the way the man in beskar was staring at him behind his helmet, so painfully close.

They landed on the high level smoothly, Din withdrew his arm from Luke leaving the Jedi missing his warmth, a cold wave invading him as he tried to ignore the way Din was making him feel, so vulnerable but at the same time so shamelessly eager to press his face against Din's chest and stay there for hours.

Wake up, Luke. He said to himself when they were approaching their ships, Din stood in front of him "I need to visit my people, please be safe." He tilted his head towards Grogu. "And, thank you, Luke." Luke shrugged giving him a smile. "I'll see you soon, kid." Din said holding Grogu's hand.

They left Mandalore a minute later, Luke stared at Din's N-1 starfighter until it hit hyperspace, he frowned thinking that this was wrong. Feeling the way he was feeling was not only wrong but also selfish, he realized that he wanted Din with every fiber of his being, still he was conscious that he didn't deserve him.

I will never be worthy of his trust again.

Din came back to the Temple after a month, Luke noticed that he was changed. A little. He seemed more relaxed than the last time they met, showing a light-hearted mood. By the second night he stayed with them, Grogu was sleeping peacefully in his pram next to Din. They were sitting around a bonfire, Luke was lying on the grass propping himself up on his elbow, Din came closer to him, sitting down with his legs crossed "Thank you for letting me be here, Luke."

The Jedi looked up at him finally sitting up, mirroring Din "I'm glad you're here." He breathed out, feeling completely relaxed next to him.

"And how is it?" He leaned a hand on the grass, close to Luke's leg "To be a Jedi."

Luke looked up at the night sky "It's a lonely journey." He stayed quiet for a while.

They spent hours talking about the years they were apart, Luke told him about the force, his masters, and even about his father and how he learned Leia was, indeed, his twin sister. He didn't hide any detail from Din, even the painful ones, he blinked back tears more than once and he could feel Din's hand rubbing little circles on his own.

"I wish I could have been there for you." Din said while Luke was holding his breath staring at the stars.

He looked at Din incredulous "Please, Din." He pleaded. Again, guilty was destroying him. How could Din be so humble and pure at heart when Luke himself was the reason why Din couldn't be there with him?

Din withdrew his hand staring down "You're so powerful now." He said and Luke narrowed his eyes understanding that Din was trying to change his mood. "I can't even describe it, you're the most powerful warrior I've ever seen in my life."

That took Luke's breath away. That statement coming from a mandalorian was an honour and made his head spin a little. "Thank you, Din." He managed to say even when his breath was coming out uneven.

"It's a good thing, huh?" He asked "I mean, you don't need a mandalorian around you to scare stalkers away anymore." Din added and Luke's heart gave an extra beat.

Luke thought that maybe this was Din trying to know if he was seeing someone, or maybe he was reading too much into his words. No, actually, he was so desperate for Din to show him affection that he was imagining things.

He chuckled "Yeah, still, since I'm a Jedi no one is trying to make a move on me anymore." He said trying to belittle the subject.

Din tilted his helmet snorting "Yeah, right." He deadpanned.

"I'm serious, people tend to avoid me, I think they feel intimidated by me." He laughed and he was being really honest.

"Get out, Skywalker." He chuckled elbowing Luke "I still remember your squad mates drooling all over you." Din said making Luke think back to their time together and he smiled tenderly, absentmindedly glaring at him. "I hate them." Din added and he sounded serious.

Luke winced "They're all gone, now." He said avoiding Din's gaze.

"I still hate them." Din insisted earning him a chuckle from Luke.

Luke nodded "At least a good thing came out of that." He looked at Din sideways and then pressed his lips together as he was running his hand over the grass, staring down.

Din went silent. When Luke looked at him again he was staring at him, his visor fixed on his face "I didn't know what to expect every time I went to visit you."

"What do you mean?" Luke leaned in closer to him.

"You were too special, I didn't know why a guy like you could be interested in being with a guy like me." Din explained staring down as Luke was astonished now "I always thought that one day, eventually, finally, you would blow me off."

Luke's heart broke into pieces.

"What?" His body was tense all of a sudden and his heart was in his throat.

"And it happened."

Fuck. No. Not this.

Luke put a hand atop Din's thigh and the mandalorian looked at it not able to face the Jedi.

"It didn't, it didn't happen Din." He was feeling a wave of cold sweat spreading down from the nape of his neck to his lower back "I-"

Din met his eyes, shrugging "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I didn't want to let you go, I was trying to protect you." He shook his head "I thought, maybe, well, I knew that you didn't feel the same-"

"The same?" Din cut him off.

"You didn't want to label our relationship so it remained casual that way, and I gladly accepted that. Because it was better than not having you at all." He said under his breath. "Maybe I wanted something more, but I couldn't drag you into my crusade and put a target on the back of your head."

Din groaned "I know what you mean." He shifted a little "And about labels, Luke? I always knew that you were my cyare." Hearing Din saying that pet name again made Luke shiver as warmth began pooling in his belly, those words coming from Din felt like honey on his tongue, soft and sweet, intoxicating him. His lips tingling at the memory that that word prompted, the taste of Din's skin on them, the kisses they shared, the pleasant weight of Din's body against his own. He couldn't even believe it.

Then he realized that he couldn't understand what Din was talking about "What-what is a cyare?" He asked as he felt his cheeks slowly blossoming with a red shade.

Din tilted his helmet and Luke tried to ignore how adorable the man looked every time he did that "You mean you don't know?" Luke shook his head keeping his gaze "What about mesh'la and cyar'ika?" Luke sighed devastated.

Please, stop saying those words. Although Luke didn't know their meaning, every one of them were pulling him back to the memory of Din's arms around him, while he was whispering sweet nothings in his ear after loving him on their blankets in the safety of the Razor Crest, Din's mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses all over him, leaving love marks behind them as Luke was falling apart behind his black blindfold.

"I don't know." He swallowed through the lump in his throat.

Din stared at him for a while and then he rolled one shoulder "Alright." Luke stared at him expectant "Mesh'la means beautiful." The blonde's mouth curved into a smile "Cyar'ika, means sweetheart." He said and Luke's smile slipped "And cyare-" Din cleared his throat "Cyare means beloved." He looked down as Luke's eyes were fixed on him.

"Din." He said almost whispering "Din." He tried to seize his hand but he wasn't sure, not believing what he was hearing, Din was telling him that he was his beloved. And he spoiled everything by being an insecure man.

"I'm sorry Luke, It's getting late and I think, I should-" He gave Grogu a quick glance over his shoulder "Can I take him to his bed?"

Luke pressed his lips together frowning "Yes, sure. Sure. It's late, you're right." It was late, in every sense of the word. Late. It was too late.

Luke kept tossing and turning that night, his mind going back to Din's words "I always knew that you were my cyare." Then he thought about Din telling him that he always expected Luke breaking up with him and his stomach clenched.

"I loved you too, Din." He whispered resting his hand on his stomach "I loved you too."

Next morning Luke found it hard to look at Din directly, he realized he was conflicted, overwhelmed by mixed emotions. The mandalorian stood beside him while Grogu was resting after a training session.

"I need to go to Nevarro, Greef Karga needs help." Din said and Luke stared at his visor. "He's a friend. I need to go now."

Luke nodded "You're going to need a hand." He moved to face Din.

"No, it's okay, I'm taking my people to Nevarro."

Luke couldn't help but remember the first time he went to Nevarro, when he was a naive young man going to an unknown planet to meet Din. Their first date. He smiled fondly.

"I'm coming back soon." The mandalorian said looking at his face, Luke nodded again as his eyes traveled down, he was staring at Din's chest plate now.

"Take care of yourself, Din." He met his visor one last time.

Din was absent for almost a month, and since he came back, Luke started to feel more and more comfortable around him. One night he was inside his room, he let Din with Grogu in the child's bedroom. Lost in thought, he didn't close the door and he peeled off his robes, tossing them aside, he walked around, unclipping his saber and leaving it on the bedside table, he brushed his fingers through his hair and turned around, he froze when he saw Din standing by the door, suddenly conscious of the state he was in, half naked, only wearing his pants and with tousled hair. He swallowed hard pressing his lips together but he didn't cover himself, almost enjoying the way Din's visor was fixed on him.

The mandalorian didn't make a sound as Luke finally put his robe back on walking towards him "Yes, Din?" He tilted his head delicately adjusting the lapels of his rob, a sliver of his soft skin was still on display and Din's visor shifted slightly from his face to his chest and back to his face again.

"I just wanted to say good night."

Luke could feel his skin reacting to the sound of his voice, so mesmerizing, soft and deep. He had to gather every bit of strength in him not to ask Din to stay for a little while, and he could sense Din's reluctance to leave as well, certain that he was feeling the same way.

Sometimes he would catch Din staring at him, some other times he was the one at the other end. And whenever he accidentally touched Din he could feel his skin prickling and his heartbeat going faster.

A bad idea.

He closed the door behind him, leaving his room after talking with Leia via holocom, he knew what to do, and the fact that Din was still on planet was pretty convenient. He walked into the dinner room, Din was sitting at the table, forearms rested on it, he looked up at him, Luke bowed his head and sat down beside him, he blinked staring at his visor.

"I hope you don't mind, I was waiting for you before going to bed."

Luke nodded in silence "It was Leia. I need to ask you something." Din tilted his head, attentive to what he was saying. "I'm leaving tonight." Din shifted in his chair. "The New Republic never said a word about it but someone close to us found out that the ship that was transporting Gideon was attacked, and we're sure that he has escaped." Luke tried to assess Din's reaction, he used to be pretty good at reading Din's moods but years of being apart have taken their toll on that ability, he realized he was rusty since he couldn't figure out what was going inside the man's mind. "I need you to stay here with Grogu, or maybe you should take him with you, I'm tracking Gideon down, I don't know how long it will take."

He could hear Din taking in a sharp inhale as he leaned back in the chair, forearms still on the table "You don't need to."

Luke frowned, his lips twisting almost letting out a weak what? when Din talked again.

"I already tracked him down. You're not gonna hear about him again." He made a pause "I killed him." He added staring at Luke's blue eyes.

The Jedi widened his eyes, perplexed, his lips parting, he was not expecting Din to be a step ahead on this matter. It didn't happen often, but he left him speechless.

"I killed him on Lanz Carpo." He shrugged one arm staring down "Are you disappointed?" He asked giving Luke a quick glance.

Luke opened his mouth and closed it again, he shook his head slowly "No. I was planning to do it myself." He heard Din sighing deeply.

"Wasn't the first time I killed to protect a loved one." Din said tightening his hands into fists over the table, Luke put a hand over Din's gently, making him look at him again.

"I'm proud of you." Luke said staring at him and his eyes carried a mixture of respect and softness. "How did you know about it?" He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.

"My friend Cara contacted me two weeks ago, some blue man told her about it, I think she knew what she was doing by telling me about it." He huffed.

"Can't believe The New Republic doesn't care." Luke said absorbed in thought, completely oblivious of his surroundings until he felt something warm against his arm, he looked down only to find Din's free hand caressing his forearm through the fabric of his robe as he was still holding his other hand, he looked up meeting Din's visor "Then I'm not going anywhere." His words eliciting a soft chuckle from Din.

"Yeah, I figured that out."

The Jedi burst into laughter, curling his hand around Din's, they went silent for a moment and Luke knew, he knew that Din was feeling the same, and if Din has forgiven him, he hasn't forgiven himself.

"There you are, Luke." Din said under his breath, Luke blinked staring at him. "I missed your laugh."

Luke turned his head away, withdrawing his hand from Din, he cleared his throat. This life, the Jedi's life, wilted his soul, he knew it, but he was starting to wonder if the reason behind that dryness was, actually, the loss of Din's love, a consequence of embracing his destiny, and his stomach churned at the mere thought.

Walking away from Din that night felt wrong, still he did it, even against his own desire. When he closed the bedroom's door and leaned his back against it, he pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut. Maybe he was still in love with Din. Maybe he has always been in love with him.

He was staring at Grogu training by the creek, the little force-user was jumping from rock to rock dodging the blasts coming from a training remote drone successfully. Din joined him, Luke looked at him giving him a smile.

"What is that thing?" The mandalorian asked him.

"It's a Marksman-H training remote. Don't worry, it's harmless." He explained, knowing Din, he was definitely thinking that a flying killing ball was trying to obliterate Grogu.

When the training session finished, the child was lying exhausted over a big rock. Luke frowned, hands folded behind his body "I still can't believe that my father is responsible for all of this. The Jedi purge. All this suffering, Grogu's suffering." He made a pause staring at the child, still he was pretty aware of the way Din was pointedly staring at him "And I inflicted him more pain by not telling you I was force-sensitive." He shrugged "I'm a Skywalker after all." He whispered the last part, broken-hearted.

The mandalorian leaned closer "I don't know what that means."

Luke let out a harsh breath "That everything we touch, we break it." He said in a low-pitched voice.

"I don't believe that." Din retorted clutching his forearm.

Luke looked down at his hand on him and then he looked up to meet his visor "I hate myself because I didn't trust you enough. I failed you. You were everything I ever wanted and I didn't tell you about the major part of me, that the force was strong with me. Should I have taken all the time in the world to explain you about it? Yes." He looked at Grogu again "Although I didn't know anything about the force when I first met you, that's not an excuse, Din. Do you know why?" He bored into his visor "Because I didn't tell you that I was staying on Dagobah to train in the ways of the force, and you were so merciful that you didn't even push me, you accepted my silence and left. I didn't deserve you. I know that now." He choked with emotion as his eyes welled up, he looked away trying to hide his tears.

"I've done my part too, Luke." Din's words making him look at him again, as he was wiping tears from his cheeks. "I was hiding many things from you too. I understand, sometimes you need to protect yourself and the ones that you look after. I never told you about my covert's location, never took you there because it was forbidden, never told you that I loved you, even when I was dying to hear you saying that you loved me back."

"What?" Luke froze as his heart skipped a beat and his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

"Stop being harsh on yourself, you can't change the past, but you were there when we needed you the most, that's all that matters."

Luke flinched a little when he felt Din's gloved hand on his cheek, so warm and tender against his skin, he closed his eyes reveling in Din's spontaneous outpouring of affection, he leaned into his touch drawing his hand up to place it over Din's, as he started to stroke his cheek "You were there, cyar'ika. And I'm here now."

Luke couldn't hold the tears back anymore, Din brushed his fingers across his forehead before wrapping his arms around Luke's body, holding him tight and Luke hid his face in the crook of his neck, as many times before, as many cicles ago, he hooked his arms around Din's "I'm sorry." His muffled voice giving his sorrow away.

Din kept holding him until the last tears rolled down his cheeks as the sun was setting down kissing the creek.

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke fanfiction #as the stars are shining fanfic #skydalorian

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blue-sadie · 1 year ago

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hey can i request a tsu’tey fic? only if you have the time and only if you wanna write it tho

tsu’tey is female reader’s teacher in hunting/archery. after months yn doesn’t seem to make any progress but tsu’tey is patient and keeps giving her tips and everything. but it turns out that yn actually learnt a lot but gets shaky and nervous around him because she’s kinda into him but he doesn’t know that. one day he catches her hunting perfectly and gets mad thinking that she knew how to do it all along and basically just played him and wasted his time. yeah and then he finds out the truth and all is good.

sorry if it’s too specific

and thank you in advance 🩵

I read something exactly like this but with neteyam 🤭

At Fault

Tsutey x Na'vi Reader

Summary: Tsu'tey had distracted you, he made you lost for words but maybe that's a good thing

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

I let out a small breath before releasing the arrow and watching as it shoots through the air landing straight on the target "you've gotten better" neytiri murmured leaning up against a tree.

I looked at her briefly before grabbing another arrow "you may say that but I wish I could do this infront of tsutey" I said aiming it again "every time I try I fail" I released the arrow and smiled as it landed right next to the first one.

"Have you tried talking to him" she asked kicking off the tree and taking the bow to practice and I stood beside her "no" I admitted blushing a little bit.

"When I do I can't even form words or sometimes I get so distracted by him I can't" I huffed out watching as she did the same as me.

"Well you'll have to eventually" she smiled and handed the bow back to me "now if you'll excuse me I have to find jake" she said and slowly wondered into the woods "sounds like love" I called out and got no response.

"Differently love" I smiled I got into stance and picked up another arrow but I could feel somethings wrong my ear flickered at a sound and I quickly moved shooting the arrow towards the noise.

My heart clenched as I saw a frustrated tsutey standing near a tree and an arrow two inches from his face "t-tsutey w-what are you doing here" I stuttered dropping my bow nervously.

He growled coming closer to me with big steps "you can shot" he huffed pointing towards the targets "i-uh" I didn't know what to say "you acted dumb for what" he hissed my breathing hitched I've never seen him like this.

He took another step towards and I took one back scared of what he could do to me I know what he's capable of I've seen him "why did you waste my time" he growled his eyes flaring with anger "i-i don't-" he growled again making me shut up.

"Don't talk to me again, you've wasted enough of my time" he huffed and turned to walk away but as he reached the edge of the training ground I blurted it out.

"Its your fault" I yelled out and gasped as the words left my lips I watched wided eyed as he stopped in his tracks and only turning his head to look at me "what" he muttered.

I quickly cleared my throat and began to play with my fingers nervously "it's your fault tsutey, you make me nervous" I paused and watched as he turned to me his expression changing from anger to curiosity.

"You distract me, you make me forget how to speak" I carried on getting more nervous as he slowly starts to approach me again "I lose my balance everytime your around, it's your fault that I'm so bad" I stated moving my eyes to everywhere but him.

He stopped a few inches away from me and I flinched as he raised his hand to my cheek slowly guiding me to look at me, he leaned down and gently pecked my lips before chuckling.

"I guess I'm at fault"

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wallflowergirl2006 · 10 months ago

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Platonic Turmoil x Reader

(H/L)- Hair Length

(H/C)- Hair Color

(S/C) - Skin Color

Also I inserted myself into the story :3 (Winters isn’t my real last name tho..)

Turmoil and (Y/N) weren’t always the bestest of friends in fact Turmoil would’ve eaten them if it wasn’t for Mara’s interference.

(No one’s POV)

Turmoil was roaming around the place looking for his next meal. He was beyond bored and hungry. He heard the sound of someone talking. He quietly followed the sound of the voice and saw a person with (H/L) (H/C) and (S/C). The person sounded lost and frustrated. He smiled to himself as he slowly snuck up on the person. Once he was close enough he pounced on the person. The person let out a surprise grunt as he made them fall to the ground.

(Y/N’s POV)

I was walking around trying to find Luigi because he wanted to meet up with me but I got lost in this big ass forest. “Luigi is going to be so mad at me..” I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose. I started walking again trying to find some sort of way out of here until I was tackled to the ground. I turned around expecting to see Bowser but I saw an unhinged Mario. Mario then started to try and bite me. I immediately shoved him off of me and started to run away. Mario started chasing after me.

I was a good distance away from him but something grabbed me. I looked to see what grabbed me and I saw Mario pulled me towards me with his tongue. It was like he was acting like a killer yoshi. I was only a few inches away from him until a blur came out of nowhere and Mario let go of me. I got up and saw a woman with light brown skin and shoulder length dark brown hair holding the creepy Mario. “Turmoil No!” The woman said as she held the supposed ‘Turmoil’ to the ground.

Turmoil then ripped the woman’s forearm off and started eating it. The woman screamed in pain from her missing limb. The woman and Turmoil then sat down next to each other. “You little shit.. You didn’t have to rip my whole arm off.” The woman said as tears rolled down her face. “Eh.. you’ll live.” Turmoil said as he continued to eat the poor woman’s arm. I then walked over to both of them. “Who are you?” I asked the woman.

The woman wiped her tears and smiled at me. “Mara Winters.. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Mara said as she held out her hand. I shook her hand and smiled back. “Thanks for saving me. I owe you one.” I said as I looked at Turmoil. “Don’t worry about it.. Turmoil is a literal menace towards anything he comes across.” Mara said with a smug smirk. “I will bite your ankles and eat your other arm.” Turmoil said with a menacing glare. “Whatever they’ll just grow back..” Mara said as she placed her hands on her hips.

I then noticed that her arm was back. “Huh?! How is your arm back?” I asked Mara in a confused tone. “Okay, so basically.. I found a mushroom that can regenerate your body parts if they’re damaged. As long as my brain stays intact then my body can regenerate.” Mara explained to me. “Oh, cool! What did it look like and are there any more?” I asked her. “Nope! There’s only been one and she found it.” Turmoil said as he stood next to Mara. “Yeah, sorry.. I’ve been searching everywhere for that mushroom and haven’t found any.” Mara said in a slightly disappointed tone.

“Oh, that’s okay.” I said to try and cheer her up. “So, are you two like..?” “Oh heavens no!” Mara said with a disturbed face. “Yeah we’re just friends.. Nothing more than that..” Turmoil said as he looked disgusted by the thought of him and Mara being a couple. “We act more like siblings than lovers.” Turmoil said he crossed his arms over his chest. It was silent for a few seconds. “Well, I better get going.. It was nice meeting you Mara.” I said as I ran off. “Bye!” Mara waved me goodbye.

After that Mara and (Y/N) became friends and they hung out a lot much to Turmoil’s dismay but Mara encouraged him to try and befriend (Y/N) as well. Turmoil wasn’t really too happy about Mara’s idea but eventually he did try the idea and he was surprisingly happy with how chill and accepting (Y/N) was towards him. (Y/N) and Turmoil became friends and they were close enough that they would call themselves best friends.

Turmoil and (Y/N) were sitting together on the couch in Mara’s house. “Hey (Y/N)” Turmoil called out to grab their attention. “Yeah?” “Sorry for trying to eat you that day.” Turmoil apologized to them. (Y/N) was shocked. Turmoil wasn’t the type to apologize for his actions unless he felt like it was a really bad choice or mistake. “I forgive you.” (Y/N) said with a small smile. Turmoil smiled as well. A genuine smile, not his usual creepy one.

“I’m glad we’re friends..” “Me too..”

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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 2 years ago

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Do you have any general tips about writing g/t whump, or g/t or whump in general. I'm thinking about writing g/t or whump or a combination of the two. And your like my go to author when it comes to reading g/t or whump (your shit is really good, if you ever wrote a book and published it, I would be amongst the first to purchase it, I like your writing/content that much lol). So do you have any tips or tidbits for any wannabe writer that your willing to share?

Also I completely understand if this isn't an ask you want to answer, I realize im asking alot out of a stranger for free. So no hard feelings if this post is ignored.

Thank you for taking time to read my ask nonetheless though.

This is such a sweet ask you're so sweet to me ily and if I ever become a published author you may have all my books for free

I think writing anything definitely depends on what style you like, such as mine is very "internal thoughts" and "descriptive action". Settings, physical descriptions, plot set ups -- I'm much more vague about those (which can be a downfall) because I like to focus more on what the current action is versus what lead to that moment.

So my advice, based on my own style, is that mental feelings are just as important as physical feelings when it comes to describing. Your tiny character just got smacked against the wall by a feral giant: tell me how much it hurt, tell me what hurts the most, tell me how focused or unfocused they are, tell me how close they were to cracking their head open on something a few inches away.

Now tell me if your tiny has the stamina to run, tell me if they've given up the fight and are accepting their fate, tell me what they're envisioning said fate to be, tell me if they're scared or angry, tell me what their last thoughts might be before they're cut off by whatever the feral giant does next.

In my opinion, it's much better to write from one character's perspective for a fic (unless you have noted breaks in between paragraphs to switch POVs or if you switch POVs every chapter). It gives the reader time to attach themselves to a single focal character and really get to know them via these internal thoughts and musings. It makes the character much more relatable in the sense that we can sympathize with their reasoning, or at least understand it on a deeper level compared to another character. It also leaves that air of mystery that we, just like the character we're being projected through, only know what we're being told/shown.

And again, descriptions are the shit my guy. Not saying you need to go on a monologue about what color your character's eyes are, but describing your actions and reactions against a duller background helps create more vivid imagery for what's going on in that very second. Your character gets punched in the gut: they're winded, they can't suck in any air between their teeth, they can taste burning bile in their throat, their train of thought slams on its breaks, their stomach feels like it's been split in half, they crumple to the ground in a fetal position, they don't even have the breath to moan in pain.

Also, when it comes to g/t whump specifically, I like to throw in the reminders of how large their size difference is pretty frequently. Remind your readers just how easily it would be to snap a tiny's leg like a toothpick when you have them dangling upside down from your fingers. Remind them how suffocating a giant's presence can feel both literally and figuratively when they're trapped under a hand that engulfs them like a weighed blanket.

Last piece of advice, if there's a writing style you like or a fic you adore or an author you want to emulate - try to figure out which parts you like and why, and then copy it lmao. Not plagiarize their whole story, obviously, but if you see vocabulary or sentence structures you like that's being used, store that shit in your brain to use for later homie. I love run on sentences being used to portray anxiety because your thoughts are going a mile a minute. I love scenes ending with an italicized onomatopoeia because it's the last thing someone hears. That's shit I read from fanfics that I still use in my stories.

I hope this helped some (if any)!!

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nordlichtgeschichten · 2 years ago

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Unbroken Shine

Emerald, a young Seldnac'Rae, was just headed home, when someone was in dire need of her help...

POV: 3rd Person Warnings: Bullying, injury Word count: 819

Emmy felt the warmth of the setting sun on her back. Soon, its bright light would be replaced by the soft glow of Arbalednac's leaves and grasses. Or so Emmy assumed; she'd never been outside that late, only seen it from windows. Her parents worried easily, so she always tried to be home before dark. In a few years, Emmy would be an adult, and then she could explore Arbalednac at night all she wanted.

Right now, though, she was headed home, when a scream cut through the air.

Emmy found herself running in its direction before she'd even realized what she'd heard, heart beating so hard it felt like it might burst, paws drumming on the ground.

The scream had come from a Grimalkin Seldnac, a lynx, maybe a year or two younger than Emmy. They were cowering on the ground, the purple flames on their tufted ears flickering erratically. Towering above them were two Vargkins, bigger and older than Emmy, snickering to each other.

“Hey!” Emmy called out as she jumped between the duo and their target. “Pick on someone your own size!”

One of them, a hyena with swirling lime-colored markings, leaned in until their fangs were just inches from Emmy’s face. “Oh? You mean like you?”

Emmy fought the instinct to cower, and instead let her flames and markings glow brightly, their green light reflecting in the hyena’s eyes. She didn’t answer—didn’t trust her voice to be steady enough for that—but growled, hoping the younger Seldnac would flee, though she didn’t dare look away from the hyena to check.

“Hey, what are you, a puppy or a deer?” the other Seldnac, a wolf like Emmy, asked, nudging Emmy’s antlers with his snout.

The hyena laughed. “Aww, prey trying to fight back?”

“I’m not prey!” Emmy defended herself, but she couldn’t help but flinch when the wolf’s dark red flames flickered higher.

“She’s cheeky prey, I’ll give her that!”

The hyena finally took a step back, still standing too close for comfort. “Maybe we should teach her a lesson.”

“Hmm…” The wolf tilted his head to the side.

He moved faster than Emmy’s eyes could follow. Pain shot through her head as sharp fangs locked onto her ear and the soft fuzz covering her antler, pressing them together.

Emmy yelped, then growled, then whined, but the wolf didn’t relent. “Let go!” She tried to break free, but his grip was too strong, and the pain only worsened the more she struggled. “Please!” When begging didn’t help, she tried to snap at him, but he was too large, out of reach of her teeth.

“Seems like she still hasn’t learned!” the hyena howled. “You’ve gotta show her!”

With a deep growl, the wolf began throwing his head left and right.

Emmy’s front paws were lifted off the ground as a new bout of white-hot pain shot through her, not quite drowning out a sickening crunch just before she fell to the ground, her eyes clenched shut.

The wolf snorted and turned away. “Hope you’ll know better next time.” His footsteps moved away from Emmy. “Come on, before those brats’ parents get here.”

“Good plan!” The hyena’s footsteps followed, slowly fading the further they got away.

Emmy’s head hurt too much to speak or get up. She just lay still, trying to keep her jagged breaths as steady as possible.

The other Seldnac licked Emmy’s ear, trying to clean away the blood, but more kept flowing. “I’m sorry,” they repeated again and again. “I’m so sorry.”

The pain slowly faded enough for Emmy to pry her eyes open, her vision filled with reddish fur and purple glow. Her left eye burned when some blood dripped into it, so she quickly shut it again, only keeping the right one open.

“Can you make it to your parents? Should I help you? Should I go get them? Can you tell me which way?”

Part of Emmy wished that the other Seldnac had gotten hurt instead of her, but she knew that was unfair. As the pain dulled, Emmy managed to catch her breath. “Just… Just give me… a moment.”

The lynx nodded and went back to trying to clean Emmy’s wound.

Finally, the pain faded enough for Emmy to push herself up, but as soon as she did, the world started spinning. The lynx pressed themself against her flank, preventing her from falling again.

“I’ll help you,” they promised. “Just tell me where to.”

Emmy nodded, causing a fresh pang of pain to shoot through her. “This way…”

She took a few unsure steps towards home, trying not the stumble over the piece of broken antler on the ground. With the lynx pressing against her even warmer than the evening sun, Emmy made her way back home, arriving long after the stars had taken the sun’s place on the clear sky.

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Ayo I saw your prompt thing.. What about 11 with philza..? (fatherly ofc not like romantic)

Hope

P! C! Philza x Reader & sibling! Tommy

Cw: Death, trauma, blood, death, violence, gore?, angst obvi. I keep switching between first pov and third so forgive me.

A/n: Everyone only has one life and the revival book does exist but it’s like an urban legend and Dream doesn’t have it.

Summary: Dream breaks free from prision and has one thing in mind, to seek revenge and lust for blood on his hands

Edited? Yes

After Wilbur was born Phil promised to leave it at one kid until he found Techno and adopted him into the family. But Phil placed his stopping point at two kids, but that quickly failed again when he found you and Tommy.

You were both babies, you were barely a year old with Tommy only a month old at best. Your village was raided and burnt down by pillagers. The village was one that Phil frequently visited to buy errands, so when he arrived, he only came run a quick errand but was met with a devastating scene.

Civilians bodies scattered around the village, bloodied and brutally slaughtered by pillagers. Houses burnt and broken down. It was a gruesome scene. Phil set off a search for survivors sending his crows to scout the area and search houses for any survivors.

House after house, all Phil ever saw was blood. Walking out of a house with yet another lifeless family inside broke Phil’s heart. The sight of the slaughtered children made him think about his own two boys back at home, his brain imaging a nightmare fuel scene, something he’d never want to witness with his own eyes. He searched more houses until a crow called for him. “Phil I hear someone in here this house but I can’t find anyone!” The crow shouted a few houses down where the male stood.

Quickly, he rushed to the house, walking in he was met with another bloody scene. By the door was a male, his (h/c) hair dirtied with his own blood as he laid on the floor, a chair beside him which Phil assumed was used as a weapon but intimately fail due to the mans outcome. He sighed before turning his attention to the crow, “Where’d you hear the noise?” Phil asked the crow as they sat on a broken window sill before they stood up and flew over to the top the stairs heading up to the second floor. “Up here.” The crow answered. Phil silently followed hoping for some survivors, he’d hate himself if he couldn’t save at least one person, he hoped he wasn’t too late.

Walking down the hall he looked through every door listening for any noise, but the house was dead silent, “…a…” he stopped walking, it was a faint voice and sounded muffled. His ears picked up the noise coming from a room at the end of the hallway, the door cracked open a few inches. As he got closer he could see a wooden sign hanging on it. He could make out the words on the sign as he grew closer. Two names painted on the wood. The top one read ‘(yn)’ and below it read “Tommy” next to the names had a heart next to each one.

Pushing open the door he was met with a heart wrenching scene. It was a nursery, toys broken and battered scattered around the room, two cribs with one knocked over and the other shifted out of place, a rocking chair knocked to the floor, some clothing scattered on the floor they were most definitely infant sizes, and in the middle of the room laid a woman’s corpse. Her blonde hair sprawled around the ground and her face, she laid on her side allowing Phil see the the side of her face, her blue orbs dull and lifeless with blood spattered tainting her skin and blond locks. She lied on a colorful rug which was now soaked with her own pool of blood. Phil noticed the placement of the rug seemed to be off. The top of the mat where her head laid was bent upwards exposing the bottom of the mat with her hand was laying on the top corner like she was lifting it up. Upon examining closer he saw line in the wooden floor that disappeared underneath the rug. It almost seemed like… a hidden door way to secret compartment within the floor…

“Ma!” The voice came back again, it still sounded muffled but was more clear to hear now, it was high pitch and sounded like a baby! Gasping Phil rushed to the floor carefully but hastily moving the rug along with the mothers body. As Phil dragged the run away it revealed the lines to be an entire door just as he thought. He spotted the handle which was a sliver ring handle before looping his two fingers through and pulled it back. The wood creaking had echoing through the silent house, as he lifted the door. His blue eyes met with two tiny but big pairs of eyes. One the same colored eyes like his bright like the sky and (e/c) eyes that shined just as bright as the other. “Ma!” The tiny voice called out to Phil. He gently set the door down to the ground letting the sunlight shine into the hidden compartment. Phil releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he stared two small infants who stared back at him with such curiosity and no idea of what surrounded around them. The noise was coming from you, calling out for your mother who was only a few feet laying lifeless from you but you could see due to the height of the compartment being a few inches taller from where you sat. You were looking up at the stranger with long blond hair , a green and white bucket hat, a green kimono, and a pair of huge beautiful raven wings that shined with as bright as the sun that peaked through your nursery through the window. You and Phil stared at each other, you seemed to be a only a year old or close to a year, your hair was shoulder length and looked so soft, and your clothes dirtied from dust and dirt that laid within the mini safe space, but you were laid in a bassinet big enough for you and another little baby you lied with. It was a boy. He was clearly a new born, his teary eyes looked back at Phil in awe, his rosy tear stained cheeks mushed together as he grinned, quirking around in the blankets that covered you both with some more blankets surrounding you two.

Upon close examination both infants wore their pajamas with their respected names on them, with that he quickly learned you were (yn), the oldest and the youngest was Tommy. Both babies stared at Phil in awe as he stared back with a sympathetic look in his eyes until a smile etched both of your faces, Tommy let go of the blanket from his tiny grip and reached out towards Phil, giggles erupting through the room. It didn’t take him long to realize that the children were both amazed with the crow that flew into the room and gracefully landing on Phil’s shoulder. The bird stared back at you amazed and thankful to see there were two survivors, flying down the crow latched onto the end of the bassinet near where you sat, you started back in shock not moving as the crow started back at you mocking your confusion with a simple head tilt. A smile came to your face again reaching out for the bird that was two times your size, your tiny fingers grazing it’s black feathers, the crow bowing it’s head down into your hand nuzzling it’s head into your palm. Phil smiled at the interaction feeling his heart strings tug.

As much as he didn’t want to, Phil couldn’t resist the urge to take the two infants and adopt them as their new father. He had agreed to stick with only two kids, Wilbur and Techno were already enough for him, and he could find a family to take the two and raise them, together of course we wouldn’t want to separate them, but it didn’t seem right for to not take them as his own, besides how could he resist them?? They were so cute and- Omg Tommy’s reaching out for Phil while (yn) and his crow were bonding which was a sight to see. He can’t let these two slip away from him.

So selfishly without a second thought he stood up and began searching for the needed materials he’ll need if he’s gonna bring them home, before that he should get their mothers body out of here, he doesn’t want them to see this. Bringing out her body, Phil had laid her down beside the father in the living room and placed a blanket over the couple. Staring at them for a few seconds in sympathy he kneeled down at their feet. “I promise I will take care of them, I’ll protect them and make sure they know about you. I promise they’ll be safe with me,” Standing up he left to receive the infants and all their belongings, making a mental promise to himself and the children’s parents.

“Next time if they need saving, I won’t be late.”

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The moment Phil received the news that Dream had broken out of prison his heart dropped.

His crows were swarming the man screaming. “Dream’s escaped!!!” “Dream got out!!” “Where’s Tommy?!!?” “Where’s (YN)?!!”

Tommy and (yn) had set out to go mining early morning that day, it was noon and the two still weren’t home. He hoped they back on their way home right now or with someone to protect them both from dream, since the man made it obvious he had it out for his two youngest. Seeing how traumatized Tommy was a the sight and mere mention of his name. And how (yn) always pushed his buttons by standing up to him, defending Tommy, making it obvious you don’t see Dream as as a ‘god’ and refuse to let him control you. You were just like Techno.

Phil was quick to send out his crows to search for the two teens before he went to go search for them himself too. He ran towards the portal and entered following the trail to the portal that sent you to the mainland, he hoped to find the teens on the way to the portal but to no luck. Going through the portal he had arrived and saw his crows flying around calling for (yn) and Tommy. Unfortunately this had alerted the one person they were trying to save the teens from, alerting the man that two certain teens were around the area.

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Tommy and you had decided to finally head back home to Phil, but instead of taking the short cut through the nether you decided to head home the longer way, you both wanted to stop by the lake to skip rocks and clean off your dirt covered faces. Which had meant passing by the prison.

The moment the huge building came into view, you and Tommy had unknowingly gotten the same gut feeling, telling you both to just go through the portal, but neither of you said anything to each other and kept on walking past the prison and into the forest. Your gut feeling had sent an unpleasant tingling behind you, while Tommy had shivers sent down his spine. Unknowingly you two walked closer together as your nerves failed to calm down.

“TOMMY!! (YN)!!!!”

A distant voice called. Tommy and you had froze, standing still and quiet, the only sound of leaves rustling in the trees by the gentle wind. You turned around, having your back towards Tommy as you looked around the forest, “Did you hear that?” You whispered to Tommy only to receive no response from your brother. Confused from his silence you turn to him when you heard him take a sharp breath in, his hand reached out and gripped your wrist. His grip was tight you could feel how shaken he was, you had looked up to his face and saw from his profile view, his eye was wide with terror and his jaw tight. “Tommy..” you grew nervous calling out to your brother before following his line of sight, all you saw was a flash of orange before you were suddenly tackled to the floor, the force of the sudden weight on you forced you to collide with ground painfully in a flash, causing the wind to knock out of you. You had gasped before grunting, something sharp had jabbed through shirt on your lower left abdomen, the pain became unbearable when it was twisted and nudged deeper into your skin. An agonizing scream ripped from your throat, tears stung your eyes as you gripped your left hand on the persons hand that was digging the dagger into your abdomen, while your right hand tried pushing the person off you by their chest. A ragged laugh erupted from above you, you’d recognize that laugh from anywhere. Your eyes shot wide open finally revealing your attacker. Dream. He escaped prison? How?

Tommy stared at the sight of Dream above his sister with his dagger in her abdomen. He wanted to help but he was terrified to get near the man who tormented him for days on end. He made him live each day in fear of running into him. He was scared to die but if he didn’t help you he’d never forgive him self. “TOMMY!” You cried out again the pain in your voice finally got him to snap and move his body. Bringing out his pickaxe Tommy ran while yelling out as he approached the man. “FUCK YOU!” He screamed out, Dream let his guard down luckily so Tommy swung the pickaxe diving it straight into his shoulder blade.

Dream cried out as he fell off you, his tight grip on the dagger forced the weapon to come out of your abdomen cutting you more. The pain grew worse as you rolled onto your side, feeling the blood gush out of you at an alarming rate. Tommy kneeled down beside you eyeing your shirt soaked in dark crimson which grew bigger. “(YN)!!” He cried out. Dream took out the pickaxe grunting in pain before he took the weapon in his hand and swung the non-sharp side at Tommy, hitting him in his temple before the boy could act. He knocked Tommy out cold with blood seeping from his temple.

Watching your brother get knocked unconscious next to you, you reached out for him until you heard dreams laugh and felt you body being pulled away from him by your ankles. “TOMMY!” You cried out in pain feeling your wound scraping on the dirt ground. With force you were harshly turned onto your back, your head smacked against the ground. Groaning you tried getting up until a foot was dug into your chest causing your breath to run short. Dream shifted his weight onto your chest until a loud crack came within you, you screamed in pain as your ribs began cracking under his foot. Dream laughed at your scream and cries as he stared at your face cringing in pain trying your hardest to fight him off you to no avail. Finally he steps off your chest before kicking your side rolling you farther away from Tommy. Landing on you stomach you tried to move your arms to get up but with no strength left and the pain pushing through your body it was impossible to move let alone breath properly with your crushed ribs poking your lungs.

“Hrnnng..” a grunt came from Tommy as he began to come back and slowly got up. “Tommy…!” Your raspy voiced tried to yell out for him. Dream chuckled walking over to you, you tried crawling away but he once again stepped on your back this time with his foot on your lower spine. “(Yn)… (YN)!!” Tommy frantically looked around til his eyes landed on your frail body being stepped on by Dream who loomed over you. “LET THEM GO!!” He shouted getting up to walk towards you, until Dream kneeled down, grabbing your hair at the roots pulling your head up to look at Tommy, tears falling down your face. Dream pointed his dagger straight at your chest hovering over your heart. “One more step closer and I’ll put this right through their heart.”

“No! Please don’t!” Tommy cried out.

“TOMMY!!! (YN)!!!” A familiar voice called out to you two from the distance, an all to familiar voice that made you feel hope of being saved. “PHILL! HELP!” You and Tommy cried out with all your might despite your lungs screaming out in pain.

Dream growled at the name of their father, of course he was looking for them, how about leaving him a little surprise. A smile etched onto his face and without thinking he thrusted his dagger into your chest. You breath hitched as you crunch and gush sounds of skin breaking eches into all three of your ears.

“NOO!” Tommy yelled out running towards Dream shoving him off you taking you into his arms. “(Yn)!!!” You cried out in pain, gripping onto Tommy’s arm. Tears began trailing down Tommy’s face. “Your going to be ok (Yn)! Dad’s on his way!” You couldn’t answer, coughing and wheezing in pain as you gurgled on blood that was now seeping out of the corners of your mouth. Dream got up, Tommy’s pickaxe in hand, his face seething in anger and began approaching the two of you. Tommy saw him approaching but didn’t bother to fight back, if you die he wants to go down with you, he can’t go one without you.

“It’s time I give Phil his repayment, I was hoping to prolong this entertainment but looks like the big bird is here.” Dream spoke glaring at Tommy gripping g the axe this time with the blade facing forward. He stopped only a feet away from the siblings before raising the pickaxe aiming for Tommy’s head, Tommy braced for impact as you tried your best to shove him away to save him from the hit as you grunted in pain, but to no avail, Tommy hugged you tighter pulling your body to his using his body to protect you. The axe almost made contact till his vision was blocked out from sudden blobs of black swarming his face, claws began scratching at his at his face and skin. A herd of ‘caws’ sounded out till more and more caws came and surrounded the man. Black feathers surrounded Dream causing him to drop the axe and swung his arm around while the other Shielded his face.

Tommy looked up at the sounds, his eyes widened as he saw dozens of Phil’s crows swarming the Dream, scratching and pecking at his skin with their claws and beaks. You stared in awe seeing a flock of murders, who were all usually cowards, very little were bold enough to fight with majority of them were too scared, or too soft to fight anyone, let alone Phil, Dream, and Techno. “(YN), TOMMY!!” Phil’s voice filled your ear, you smiled knowing he arrived on time before you go. “phil…” you chocked out, your voice weak and a faint smile etched on your face. Phil had finally came into view his eyes widened seeing Tommy’s teary eyes and your bloodied state, barely hold on. His attention was brought to the most wanted criminal who was crying out being swarmed by chat.

Dream lay on the floor desperately trying to fight off the murder of crows attacking him. Phil already knew the birds were protecting his two kids, unfortunately they didn’t arrive on time seeing yours and Tommy’s state, Phil began to feel dread. Was he too late again. No! He hoped he wasn’t.

Turning his attention back to Dream, Phil’s gaze went dark, his bucket hat sending a shadow over his eyes. He brought out his netherite sword into his hand and approached the man. Chat felt his murderous aura and flocked away giving you three a view of his Bloody body. Dream’s dirty blonde hair was dirtied once again with blood from his scalp, parts of his face, arms and torso missing little chunks of skin and all scratched up that was now gushing out blood and staining his clothes with ripped holes.

Dream breathed out in relief from no longer being swarmed but his relief was short lived when he noticed a familiar shadow with a set of wings loomed over him. “Oh shit…” he breathed out looking up from the ground and was meet with the two siblings. Tommy crying, heartbreak evident in his cries as you lay in his arms on deaths door. Dreams heart dropped. He knew he was in deep shit now.

“Look at me you fucker.” His voice deep he almost growled his words out. Fear coursing through Dream’s body as he heard the ‘shing’ of a sword being unsheathed. Dream reluctantly looked up to face the father of the two ducklings he decided to torment, finally facing the consequences of his actions. Giving the angel of death a nervous smile as he supported his upper body with one arm, and his other shielding his lower face covering his mouth, his quivering fear evident of his arms as they shook. “P-Phil hey look. I-I didn’t mean to- I panicked a-and-“ he was cut off with a quick shaken inhale as Phil’s sword was thrusted forward and harshly protruding his neck. The tip of the weapon snugged into his skin by 2 centimeters. Dream was silent, restraining his body and voice from clinching in fear and shouting in pain fearing the sword will impale his artery with the slightest flinch. “Give me a good reason why a shouldn’t kill you.” Phil spoke, if looks could kill Dream would already drop dead and become a feast for his crows. “Look it was an accident I didn’t mean too. I didn’t mean to stab them, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to kill them Phil! I was just trying to teach the kids a lesson for-” he was cut off as Phil’s jaw tightened and gripped his sword tighter, the sword digging ever so slightly into his neck.

Tommy looked at Dream the same, his anger staring to bubble and overflow,all those times he was all cocky, all high and mighty, claiming that he was a inferior, like he was god himself, but now here he is. Pleading for mercy, sounding pathetic, cowering in fear like a kicked puppy and shaking like leaf. What a sight to see. He was finally getting a taste of his medicine.

Phil was quiet. Too quiet. He didn’t answer Dream, keeping everyone, but mostly Dream, on edge. What felt like minuets Phil pulled his sword away from the males neck, a little trail of blood already making his way down his collar bone. Tommy grew confused, what is he doing?

Dream had visibly loosened up his shoulders falling. He exhaled dramatically, letting out shaken laughs with a nervous smile plastered of his face. “Phew! Haha… I though for a second there you were gonna- EH!” The sound of a violent ‘WSH!’ Echoed and the sound of flesh almost cancelled out from the sword being swung. Dream let out gurgled gasps. His hands swinging to his neck, the deep slash gushing out large amounts of blood, some splattering onto Phil’s shoes. Dreams blood spilling out like a shower. Falling over the the ground on his side he reached his bloody hand towards where you and Tommy were but it was futile. Phil had walked over him and approached you both. Looking past his shoulder he stared down the bleeding out man. “A life for a life am i right?” He said before turning his back on his and leaving him to die out.

Turning back around Phil saw the state you looked to be in as his heart dropped, “My baby…” He ran to you both, kneeling beside you and taking you in his arms. He brought his hand to you cheek, tears began to cascade down his face. You softly smiled despite the blood seeping from your mouth, bringing your hand up and caressing you fathers face. “I’m so sorry.” He whimpered out. “It’s… ok…” you were struggling to talk. You eyes were growing heavier by the second. “I shou…ld’ve…. been m-more… careful… and fou-fought.. better-“ you were cut off by Tommy. “Don’t say that you were amazing, I should be sorry. I was too scared and all I did was stand there and watch!” He cried out. “It’s… my job to protect you…. Don’t be… sorry. Don’t… ever blame… yourself. Or. I’ll haunt you…” Tommy shook his head. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, we’ll get you back to Techno’s and we’ll heal you.” You stopped him and held his hand with your other hand. “Tommy. I’m.. not gonna make… it.” You breathed out tears falling down all three of your faces, Dream cries of pain were being drowned out by you all focusing on each other. “I will always… love you both…, don’t… ever blame your selves… take care of each… other.. and take care… of Techno too…” you said. Your arms finally gave up resting on your stomach but now keeping one of their hands in each one hand each. “I’m gonna sleep… now. Good night.” You breathed out. You body seemed to grow heavier in Phil’s arms, he swears he could feel the moment you heart stopped beating on his arm that laid beneath you. Taking a deep breath in Phil raised his head and gently set you into Tommy’s arms, as he gladly took you into his and held you close to him, continuing to cry out for you.

Phil held onto both you and Tommy as tears cascaded his face, his heart breaking into a million pieces. The crows surrounding the small family held their heads down in guilt for not making it in time to save you, tears of their own rimmed to their eyes and fell.

Phil broke his promise, the promise he made to your parents and the village he failed to save because he was too late, now he failed to save you.

‘I’m too late.’

(Yn) was slain by DreamWasTaken

DreamWasTaken was slain by Philza

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