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[minminbunny]

Eldritch AU - Tentacle Monster! Han Jisung/Gender Neutral! Reader

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You lay on your tummy, watching the latest show, "Tentacles don't look that perfect," you grumbled, staring at the media. You sighed, rolling on your back, "Oh the dream to be pounded by an eldritch monster," you said, feeling yourself get riled up. You gulped, scrolling through your phone for material, "Hot but questionable," you muttered, clicking the sounding tag. You pulled up your shirt, biting the hem between your teeth. Your hands trailed down your chest, "Mhm," you moaned, tugging your puffy nipples. You pressed your thighs together, aching for any type of friction.

NFSW BELOW CUT

You exhaled a shaky breath and kicked off your shorts, "Shit, I didn't put down a towel," you grumbled, seeing the messy slick between your fingers. You traced your hole, "Fuck," you whimpered, pumping a finger in and out of your needy hole. You moaned, stretching your hole apart just to reach those sensitive bundle of nerves, "Can't reach," you whined, pressing till your knuckles were envolped but you still couldn't graze it. "I should've bought a damn dildo," you sulked, feeling utterly unsatisfied when a pair of shadow tendril spread your legs apart, "What the fuck!" you exclaimed, trying to kick them of but they trail further up your legs.

You gulped, "Do I actually want to be a monsterfucker?" you questioned when you heard an audible chuckle. "Funny little thing aren't you?" it asked, teasing your tight hole. You whined when a tendril eased itself into your hot ribbed hole. The monster smirked, "Looking for a name to moan? Just call me Jisung," he said, thrusting at a languid pace. You arched your back, "What are you?" you mewled, clenching around the tendril. Jisung hummed, "I have many names. Many you don't need to know. Just tell me, are you feeling good? I don't like depending on your bodily contractions. Say with your own words," he said, enlarging the tendril buried within your hole.

You groaned, exhaling deeply, "Like it. I really do. Please ruin me? Please make me only crave you?" you pleaded, rocking your hips back. Jisung chuckled, easing another tendril into your gaping hole, "Let me hear you scream," he smirked, thrusting at a merciless pace. You cried out, body trembling from the inhuman pace, "Hah, ah, ahh!" you wailed, clawing the sheets as you thrashed. Jisung held you down and thrust his tentacles harder, "That's it little one, I can feel up your little tummy," he chuckled, latching around your sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeaked, sobbing out, "Fuck, hah, ah," you whimpered. Jisung hummed, "Was that an orgasm? Could you cum harder?" he asked, knowing fully well you can't answer.

You babbled, broken sobs spilling past your lips. Jisung cooed, noticing the glimpse of your phone, "Sounding hm? We can try," he said, his voice echoing within your ears. Jisung slithered a thin tendril, the tip grazing the opening of your urethra. You choked up, "Gently," you said, barely coherent. Jisung nodded, "Of course," he said, easing the tendril into the tiny slit. You screamed, mind melting from the pressure building in your lower hand. Your head felt heavy and cloudy. Jisung thrust within slowly and carefully, "All plugged up," he chuckled, feeling the tip of his tendril touch the inside of your bladder. You could barely lift your limbs, pleasure holding you down. Jisung cooed, "So pliant. Sleep now, little doll. When you wake up, I'll make sure you're satisfied," he whispered, coaxing you deeper and deeper into the familiar mind fog.

[katiemccabelover]

Days spent at England camp (Leah Williamson)

You and your wife Leah were woken up by your 2 year old over the baby monitor. Her loud babbles indicated she had woken up so of course she had to wake you two up. You rolled over in your wife’s arms and poked her stomach silently asking for her to go get Aida, your daughter. She groaned but got up nonetheless to get her.

A few moments later Leah and Aida come into your room. Leah gently placed your daughter in your bed and she immediately crawled over to you.

“Hey baby!” You greeted her excitedly. She snuggled further into you, deciding to place her head on your chest. You kiss the top of her head then look over to Leah. Her eyes were shaped like hearts as she watched her daughter cuddle into her wife. Leah got back in bed for a few more minutes before having to get up again. The three of them stayed in bed for another hour before getting up for breakfast.

12:00pm

You and Leah had made your way to training but had to bring Aida as no one could look after her. Sarina was more than okay with it as she completely understood. Besides all the girls loved your daughter.

One of the trainers got put in charge of watching your daughter while everyone trained. She had multiple toys with her but she was distracted by all her aunts running around.

They had a small break to get their breath back and have a drink but they used this time to greet Aida.

Georgia came over with Keira and they both started playing with Aida’s toys. They weren’t even playing with her they were just playing with her toys which all the other girls found hilarious.

Ellie came over and picked Aida up and brought her close to the goal. She placed a ball at her feet and stepped back into the goal. Growing up with two mums who play football, she knew what to do. The 2 and a half year old kicked the ball towards Ellie who missed saving it on purpose causing the little girl to start belly laughing.

Upon hearing the noise the rest of the girls joined in. Rachel gently tackled Ella who fell onto the floor rolling around being extra and everyone laughed. Aida repeated the action and fell herself which got everyone laughing again. At one point Lauren Hemp tried to get the ball of Aida but she had kicked the ball straight through her legs surprising everyone. The rest of training was spent with the girls playing football with your daughter.

Ella got a bit carried away at one point and kicked the ball a little too hard towards Aida causing her to stumble over and fall backwards. The fall wasn’t too hard but enough that her head hit the floor. It was like a pin dropped, everyone went silent not knowing what to do. You and Leah had gone to the car to get some snacks for Aida so Alessia quickly rushed towards your daughter who had started crying loudly.

“Hey, you’re okay” She soothed as she bounced the little girl on her hip. Millie had started scolding Ella for hurting yours and Leah’s child.

“Want mama!” She wailed wanting Leah.

You and Leah had walked back out into the pitch at the perfect time.

Leah heard your daughters cries first and immediately ran over to Alessia.

“Mama!” Aids screamed as she reached out for her.

“What happened?” You questioned as you walked over to the two.

“Ella kicked the ball a little too hard and knocked her over and she bumped her head.” After Alessia’s explanation Leah started looking for Ella. “Leah, you don’t need to rip her head off, Millies already telling her off” The blonde said knowing what Leah was thinking.

Just by being in her mums arms, Aida has calmed down. She was a mummies girl after all. Ella came over with one of Aida’s teddies and gave it to her and apologised. Your daughter was only 2 so she didn’t understand what she was apologising for but she happily took her favourite teddy from Ella and all was forgiven.

After some more cuddles with Leah she started kicking her legs asking to be put down. Once she was free from her mothers arms she started running towards Rachel who picked her up and started tickling her.

Later

After a long day at St George’s Park, The small family decided to head home as it was getting late for the littlest. You made dinner while Leah gave Aida a bath. After dinner Leah fed her a bottle of warm milk as she gently rocked her to sleep.

[isalisewrites]

Fem!Tomarry

I blame ya both. @monsieurclavier and @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger You're responsible for this. Seducing me with lesbian Tomarry and sexy ladies. *shaking my head*

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The rhythmic drips were a requiem of damned.

Scales glittered in the dull light of the expansive chamber; a guardian to her queen, the great basilisk coiled around a runic diagram, where a steaming cauldron simmered in the center with bubbling black liquid. Tom took a step back away from it and rolled down her dress shirt sleeves, revealing unmarred pale skin in the dim light. She opened the waistcoat of her uniform and unbuttoned her shirt, opening it enough to reveal the upper part of her breasts.

Next… she needed a bit of blood.

Well, a lot of it.

Her eyes were drawn to the sniveling, sobbing girl that lay a few feet away. The girl stared up at her from behind pitifully ugly glasses, wrists bound behind her back with conjured rope, and a gag shoved in her mouth. She thrashed on the ground, her screams muffled, and then sagged, her chest fluttering with her gasps. 

“It’s a shame,” whispered Tom, her voice light and lyrical as she took a step forward. The bound girl hiccuped and sobbed in terror. She could almost taste it in the air. “You really shouldn’t snoop into other people’s business. Bad things might happen when you do.”

The girl wailed behind her gag.

“But it’s all right,” said Tom; her gentle tone was a dark constant to the gleaming knife she held in her hand. She stepped closer and knelt in front of her. The girl screamed some more, her glasses askew. “This will hurt, quite a bit. And when I’m done, I’m going to kill you.”

Tom smiled at the renewed sobs. She put a hand onto the girl’s shoulder and shoved her face down. The girl screamed again, legs kicking, body thrashing wildly, but Tom straddled the back of her thighs and grabbed her tied wrists. A lock of her short hair hung a few inches from her face as she hunched over the girl’s prone form. With a light caress, the knife brushed against the girl’s forearm.

It sliced through flesh with ridiculous ease, red blood blooming to life at the seam.

High pitched screams echoed through the Chamber of Secrets.

“There, there,” murmured Tom, but she couldn’t be heard over the cries. She dipped her fingers into the cut, coating them in blood. “Your blood is important to me. I shan’t waste a drop of it.” Tom painted runes, one by one, her right forearm. Though her runes weren’t drawn as steady, she did the same for her left forearm. Tom pried the cut open a little more, briefly jostled by the girl kicking in furious sobs of terror, and dipped her fingers with more warm blood. She drew another set of runes over her breasts and her heart. As she painted the final runes on her cheeks and forehead, she whispered, “Almost done now.”

Tom forced the girl onto her back. The girl continued to weep, but the life had been drained from her. Tom stood up and looked at herself, doubling checking the runes.

“I’m ready,” said Tom softly in parseltongue, a well of excitement bubbling up inside her. Scales slithered against the ground as the basilisk moved towards the lone girl on the ground. Tom lifted the diadem of Ravenclaw and gazed down at the girl. “Myrtle, you’ve been so good for me.” The girl let out a wretched sniffle. “Really, you’ve been a delight. But, sadly, this is where we part ways.”

Tom’s smile cut through the darkness.

“Kill her.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

This was it. The moment she’d spent countless hours studying for, meticulously planning for - this was the moment she created her first horcrux, the first anchor to the mortal plane.

Except…

Multiple things happened at once. A flash of golden red light burst high above in the chamber, flames flickering on the stone ceiling. A bird cried, high and warlike, and more light illuminated the chamber. There was a girlish screech, a low curse, and a loud crash.

The cauldron toppled over, spreading out all over the stone floor and smearing the runic circle away. The basilisk shrieked in pain when it splattered her scales and reared back away from the spilled potion.

“Ew, ew, what is this?!” cried a new voice, a woman’s; though, it was a touch lower than the average girl. “Ouch, I think it’s burning me—shit, it’s definitely burning me—”

A rush of magic - wild, intoxicating, elysian - flooded through the entire chamber. There was another screeching, birdlike cry, mournful and powerful. The spilled, sizzling potion that had been meant to consume Myrtle’s blood and merge with the diadem vanished.

Months of work and preparation.

Gone.

Tom trembled with apocalyptic rage. The intruder—she’d have to die. Perhaps all wasn’t lost. She had two victims from which she could forge horcruxes from now. How long before someone noticed Myrtle’s absence? Tom could probably brew another potion in a shorter amount of time. She had the ingredients. Myrtle didn’t lose that much blood and she was still breathing.

Tom double checked.

Ah, yes. Myrtle was alive. 

The intruder stood up, spluttering in such an undignified manner that Tom couldn’t keep the sneer from off her face. It was young woman, a girl who couldn’t be much older than Tom. Her strangely casual clothes were disheveled, messy, covered in dried mud, and she had a wild mane of black hair that looked as if it hadn’t been brushed a day in its life. A phoenix with feathers of a sunset landed on the young woman’s shoulder. It folded its wings and cuddled up against her hair, nipping through tangled strands.

But it was those eyes that captivated Tom the moment she saw them.

Hidden behind ugly circular frames, those emerald green eyes held an ethereal light to them, so unnatural that Tom had to wonder if they belonged to something supernatural.

Tom’s heart stuttered when those eyes locked onto her.

“Fancy meeting you here in the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle.”

Coated in fresh blood, from her fingertips to her forearms, to the parted dress shirt and vest which revealed bloodied cleavage, Tom smiled up at the young woman in her most perfect, charming smile.

“And who might you be?”

“I’m Harry.” The phoenix trilled lightly, burrowing its beak into her hair. The young woman’s eyes never faltered. “Harry Potter.”

[defire]

Back to the Dregs Part 11

Part 1 Next

Notice the content warnings pls

Content: on-screen rape, whipping, forced to watch, multiple whumpers, noncon nudity

"Please--" Michael wriggled back as grips shifted and the gangsters struggled to roll him onto his chest.

As his chest smacked into the floor for like, the fourth time that week, he sobbed harder. His back was still bruised, too. This was going to be too much.

Jordie accepted the cord from Pete. Someone pulled Michael's shirt up all the way to his shoulders.

"I--I had no fucking choice!" Michael roared through his gritted teeth, keeping his head off the ground to watch Jordie's dreaded approach.

Jordie gave him an unassuming glance and twirled the cord, measuring his distance as the gangsters holding Michael down readjusted their grips to keep from accidentally getting hit.

Don't scream. Michael told himself. You're a grownup, you can't scream.

Then there was a woosh as Jordie brought the stiff cord down on Michael's back.

A grunt came through Michael's throat, despite him holding his breath, even as he felt one of the stripped wires prodruding from the end of the cord zip into his flesh, adding a cutting sting to the heavy impact.

He jerked involuntarily, choking himself off so he didn't scream.

Two hit across his hips, eliciting a choked gasp from his throat. The fourth burst the scream out of his chest. He could hardly take three of these, let alone twenty.

"Please, no, no, please!" He screamed as the cord struck again. And again.

His screams for mercy did nothing. They never did in the past either.

He'd lost count somewhere around nine, writhing and muddled and trying pointlessly to kick away the powerful hands holding him.

Woosh. Split. Blood trickled down his ribcage and thighs as he jerked, wailing after every lash. No more words ame to his mind. Just relentless agony over his entire body.

It felt like forever, like it was never done.

And then suddenly it stopped.

He glanced back at Jordie, then he felt a twisted relief as the man tossed the bloody cord over to Pete, who picked it up distastefully.

Michael rolled onto his side with another wail as the stinging, bruising bites all over his back and legs started to fully register. There was no energy to sob. Just the breathy whinies that didn't express even a tenth of the pain.

"Alright," Michael heard Pyscho walk closer. "Now strip him."

Michael tried to get up, cursed, and moaned as he barely moved an arm and leg. He wanted to at least crawl away, get his back to that wall of crates behind him.

They were already pulling off his shirt, despite his weak resistance and wordless cries. Someone's fingers hooked into his underwear, scraping down his butt as they pulled his pants don. The cloth had been stuck into the wounds on his legs, and it burned and stung even more as they ripped it off.

The pain didn't take away the humiliation and horror of being stripped naked in front of these monsters. And his scars down his arms burned so much they almost echoed hte bleeding rips down his back.

He could see drips of his red blood on the seasoned pine floor.

"Start the call," The boss said. "And who's up for this?" He gestured at Michael, still moaning on the ground. "Somebody oughta make use of him. It's our last chance to lure 'em out before the Huers are too strong."

Michael rolled onto his knees with a gasp of anguish, old tears dripping off his nose as he tried to crawl away from the man behind him.

A hand landed on his naked leg, slipping in blood as Michael jerked it away.

Then Jordie's boot came down on his back. He screamed as the wounds lit up again.

The other guy walked up behind him.

He heard him kneel, unzip his jeans, and touch his butt, running his fingers up form his balls to between his cheeks.

Chills ran up Michael's spine as he gulped back nausea and shame.

"You don't have to." He choked out. "I can sell it for you."

The guy behind him chuckled.

"I know," He said, "but I want to."

He felt it twitching between his cheeks and gritted his teeth as the man spread him, then pushed inside slowly. It ripped, and ripped, wider and wider, and Michael screamed and lurched, but the nails of the rapist dug under his hips and pinned him as he drove in.

"Hold still, or I won't be so gentle."

Michael cursed and cried, trying not to buck again as the man rhythmically ripped him apart inside.

"So what you're telling me is no one from Columbus answered." Morgan paced backand forth, intermittently raking his nails over his scalp until it burned.

"It's not like there's a time constraint, is there sir?" Al answered.

Morgan ground his teeth. Of course there wasn't. Acting like there was a time constraint would be walking straight into the Westsiders' trap.

"Alright, fine, then." Morgan said. "We're going in with who we have."

"Sir, uh..."

"Are you questioning me?"

"No sir, no." Al replied hastily. "But... if you could tell me why you're in such a hurry, we could put our heads together.."

Morgan moved over to his laptop.

"Yeah, you're right. See... They've got Huer property." He opened up the email, frowning at the icon of the video. "And they're rubbing it in my face." He clicked his tongue. "I'm sending this to you. I want you to show the others. I'll call a meeting in a couple days or so and see what friends we can rustle up."

"Days? That's not going to be--sir..."

"Did I stutter?"

Morgan's irritable orders were cut short by the sound of a Skype call notification.

Immediately he hung up. it was the 0605 number. He recognized it from last time.

He stared at the screen, then noticed the messages they'd been sending him.

"Come and get him if you still want him."

"He's really getting it."

"You might want to hurry."

Morgan rolled his eyes and growled a curse. Then he hit the green icon and put his thumb over his camera while he tried to figure out how to turn it off.

The screen lit up and Michael's weakened screams filled the room.

"N--no don't, please!" His trembling vioce pitched upward into a whine of agony. His grimacing face was barely visible in the corner of the screen, the rest being filled with a mass of red and orange blur. For a second Morgan couldn't process what he was looking at.

Then it registered.

Michael was naked. He aws crying. Actually crying. He was covered in bruises, dripping blood down the back and legs. Morgan had a sickened feeling as he recognized the effects of a flogging. Narrow fingers curled around his brother's bloody hips, starting to thrust in rhythm. Rape. They were raping him.

Morgan hissed and turned away, rage heating up his hands, balled up into fists.

He tried not to hear the pained grunts and whines coming from michael. He shouldn't be reacting like that. That wasn't how Michael was. If it wasn't enough to make him scream, Michael would be begging, reasoning... And with what was happening, screaming in pain for sure. The man was being cruelly rough. But even though Michael's mouth opened as if to yell, all that came out were unbelievably high-pitched sobs.

His hoarse voice sounded broken. And the tears and blood. Fuck.

"You want us to stop?"

Morgan recognized the voice as Psycho, the self-proclaimed leader of the Westsiders.

"You gonna let us keep raping the Huer property--"

"No!" Morgan's shout erupted from his chest without warning.

Then he shot a hand out and slammed the laptop shut.

Fuck it, they were going in now.

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Whumped-by-glitter thank you for the writing assistance for the first half of this chapter!

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A Merchant Sailor

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 3061

Warnings: Swarthy pirates fighting each other... Will being lied to... Will also being a sweetheart 

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. Being Jacks sister but also constantly making berth at Port Royale when you were younger, results in a close friendship between you and a certain Mr. Will Turner. The killer is, you always told Will your brother was a merchant and that you would accompany him on his trips. In reality, you were always off doing pirate things with Jack. Consequently, the day Jack broke into Mr. Brown’s smithery, you later arrived with Will. This resulted in a 2 on 1 fight (or maybe not) with a lot of confused looks being shared between Jack and yourself. Plus Will defending your honor” @gingerdissapointment

A/N: Pretending to be a merchant, you befriend Will Turner as you keep your pirating a secret, until your brother forces you to reveal the truth

Her sword clashed terribly with the swarthy pirates of the East Atlantic, fighting over hidden treasure beneath the sandy shores of a neutral island. She kicked up the dry sand, silencing the battle cry of the enemy.

He spit and scratched at his eyes as (Y/N) jabbed the sword into his stomach, shoving him aside. Whipping around the beach, Jack pranced away from a group of opposing pirates. She rolled her eyes at his wailing.

“For the love…” she ran after her brother, realizing that with the crew winning the battle, the other pirates were running for Jack. In his hands lay the key to the gold.

She waved off Cotton’s parrot and threw a dagger at Marty, the blade sticking into the sand, to give him a chance to cut the ropes around his wrists. Ahead was Jack and a quartet of pirates splashing along the shore.

The erratic steps of their captain sent seawater cascading onto his pursuers. The noise was enough cover for (Y/N) to pull another dagger from her many pockets and throw it at the furthest pirate. It sunk into the back of the assailants neck, sending him splashing into the sandy water.

The remaining three didn’t notice the bigger splash as they continued their cries of pursuit. (Y/N) was gaining on them, searching for another object to throw at them, silently thanking her brother for his distracting, wild methods of escape.

She spotted a mound of rock creeping out of the ocean and as they neared it, she grasped a pockmarked rock from the thick, muddy sand. Grunting from the momentum, she swung her arm wide and launched the weathered stone at the next pirate. She successfully cracked the top of his skull, forcing him to fall froward into the sea and salt.

The thunk of his unconscious body alerted his crewmate, a bare chested man with sunburnt skin. He seemed momentarily confused to see a much younger girl running at him.

It was enough of a distraction that he didn’t react to the elbow she rammed into him. With the speed of her steps it was the right amount of force to throw him from his feet. She slashed her sword across his legs as she tumbled forward, hopefully keeping him incapacitated and unable to follow further.

Adrenaline coursed past the burning of her muscles as she screamed at her brother, “I swear to God you will be carrying me back to the ship after I save your pitchy drunken arse!”

She reached the last assailant, tackling him into the salty shore. Her cry of accusation spoke through Jack’s panic, making him peek behind his shoulder and then stop altogether, completely perplexed as to why all four pirates chasing him just moments before were all in the seawater.

But a second longer he realized it was his little sister rolling around with the final pirate, splashing wet sand and salty water all around them.

“Oh,” Jack gasped, winded from his erratic run, “The cursed stowaway decides to be helpful.”

“Bastard,” she growled, finally pummeling the hilt of her sword against the pirates temple. “I was never a stowaway.”

Jack made a disgusted face as the pirate’s flailing limbs stilled against the shore. “You disturb me.”

“Likewise,” she breathed heavy, rising to her feet completely soaked and flecked with sand. “Do you run like that on purpose?”

“I have no idea what you mean.” He pushed past her, extracting the old rusty key needed for the hidden treasure of the island.

She wobbled on her shaky legs, “You look like you’re running on hot coals, prancing on your tiptoes like that.”

They followed their footsteps quickly being washed away by the frothy waves. They passed over the rocky pockmarked mound and after pausing in her bickering with her brother, found something half submerged in the water.

Saltwater seeping into her boots, she crouched and extracted a massive opalescent seashell. It glimmered in a rainbow of colors with the sunlight warming the face of it. It was peach and coral and lavender and seafoam and crystal blue.

It made her chapped lips smile at finding another relic of the ocean for her best friend.

During the many adventures of Jack Sparrow and his stubborn little sister, they managed a few trips to the provenance of Port Royal. There (Y/N) had befriended a young blacksmith apprentice.

At the age of thirteen she was mastering the art of pickpocketing and stealing small objects from markets and stores. On her way to swipe a few daggers from the outside barrel, Will Turner had come out with grease stained hands and a soot covered face.

She quickly dropped the blades back in the barrel.

Will looked her up and down, a young lad of her similar age. “Can I help you?” He eyed the hand she hid behind her back.

“Just… looking for a gift,” she cleared her throat, “For my brother.”

“You want to give him a sword?” Will rubbed his dirty hands along his apprentice apron, “Is he a part of the Navy?”

She blinked a few times, “He’s a merchant. We sail to different ports to sell our goods.”

The answer seemed to put him more at ease. He believed her. “I could see where a sword might be helpful. There are less friendly types along distant shores – pirates and the like.”

She nodded slowly.

There was a pause before he continued, “I’m William Turner.” He seemed bashful to extend his grimy hand.

She gave a shy smile, weeks at sea with a motely crew and her pirate brother made her yearn for friends and company. She slowly accepted his hand, “I’m (Y/N).”

“And your surname?”

“Just (Y/N),” she smiled.

He smiled back, “It’s not proper to call a lady by her first name.”

She almost gawked – it was the most manners she’d seen in years, “I have no other name.”

“Your family name?” he asked, a little line appearing between his brows. “What of your brother?”

“We were orphaned at a young age,” she shrugged, “There was no record of our full titles.”

Will nodded solemnly, “I’m sorry.”

She looked towards the ground, “I’ll tell my brother of your smithery. Perhaps we’ll visit again.”

A desire to give her more of a reason to see him again, Will extracted a freshly polished sword from the wall. “Here, use this for your gift.”

“But I haven’t any money,” she said quietly.

“Then I’m gifting it to you,” he grinned, “I’m learning to make swords, I’ll just make another to replace this one.”

She laughed, “Thank you, Mr. Turner. I should do well to return the favor in the future.”

He passed over the hilt, “I look forward to our next meeting, Miss…” He seemed to struggle for a moment, “Miss. (Y/N).”

Five years had passed since that initial meeting and at reaching adolescence, (Y/N) was excitedly walking the streets of Port Royal to find the smithery. Over the years she had developed the habit of collecting trinkets and objects of her travels to show Will.

He still believed her to be a merchant, learning the trade from her honorable elder brother. And he found himself looking hopefully towards the white sails of the docks more than once to see her briny steps.

He longed for her visits, growing accustomed to her witty banter, wild stories, and lovely smile. And in the meantime, he practiced the art of black smithery and fashioned her intricate and deadly weapons, hoping to be of help as she sold them at the next port.

In reality (Y/N) was using these gifted weapons in her adventures pillaging islands and seeking treasure with her pirate crew.

To make herself feel somewhat better about all the lying, she sought to gift bits of all the gold and treasure she found to Will. He always got so excited to see things from beyond the shores of Port Royal.

“Mr. Turner,” she said orderly, “The coals have gone cold. What are you doing dallying about?”

Will turned from his workshop table, smile already on his clean shaven face. The summer had been kind to him, growing a couple inches and broadening his shoulders since the last time they met.

“Miss. (Y/N),” he said quietly, as if relieved she had come back at all. It was easy to imagine horrors befalling her while at sea, “You can’t imagine how good it is to see you.”

They hugged each other, (Y/N) laughing and Will grinning. He apologized for getting soot on her cheek, attempting to rub it away, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all,” she waved his fingers away, not wishing to have him feel how flushed the action made her.

He seemed in a similar state as a pink color flooded high on his cheekbones. “You’ve brought me more souvenirs?” he said as he spotted the bundle under her arm.

“Yes,” she said eagerly, “You’ll never believe what I found.” She went to the workshop table and laid out a roll of leathery animal skin, a few jagged shark teeth, and the opalescent seashell she found on her last adventure.

“Did you trade for some shark?” he laughed, touching the dried, scaly shark skin.

(Y/N) smiled, remembering the time she killed the reef shark while circling the coral shoreline of a tiny island. She was alone in a paddleboat and saw the opportunity to stick her sword through the predators skull.

“Yes, I’d say it was a rather lucky trade. Can’t you use this skin to make sword handles?”

He nodded, “That I can.” He looked at her from the corner of his eye, shy in how much he wanted to look. He never knew how long it would be between visits and while she was there he wanted to soak up every second.

“How long are you here?” he asked, hopefully.

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “Three days.”

Will sighed, nodding to himself, “Well then, we’ll just have to make the most of the next three days.” He untied his apron and made sure the furnace was cut off from heating more fuel.

“What is there to do that we haven’t already done?” she laughed, remembering days of captaining sailboats, sword fighting in the square, climbing palm trees, and catching crabs.

Will seemed undeterred by the question, “There’s plenty to do. We haven’t swum in the pools by the cove. We haven’t gone for tea in town. We haven’t ever attended the Governor’s Ball before.”

“The Governor’s Ball,” she scoffed, “Please, Will – a merchant has no place at a ball.” A pirate has no place near the highest powers of the British garrison.

“Don’t worry, I know people in town. We can find you a dress and I can teach you anything you’re worried about.” He returned to her side and took her hands, “Let me take you dancing.”

She looked at him in wonder, “You’d take me dress shopping?”

He smiled and gave a quiet nod, “I figured we’re not kids anymore, (Y/N). We could… we could go to a ball together.”

She squeezed his hands a bit tighter, “All right,” she smiled, “All right, but only if we can still go hunting for coconuts and go horseback riding through the town.”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned, “I’d go pirating just to spend another day with you.”

She froze, still with a smile on her face, “Would you really?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

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A few years later and (Y/N) had found herself back in Port Royal and scouring the streets for her idiot brother.

After a long time coming mutiny from Barbossa, Jack was left stranded with nothing but a pistol. (Y/N) having fought and spit and destroyed half the Black Pearl to keep the mutiny from happening, she was left to the brig.

As skillful as she was, (Y/N) was out of the prison within a day, finding her way to a paddleboat and rowing for the remote island Jack was on. She was soon picked up by a real merchant boat that passed rumors of a peculiar wily man telling stories of roped sea turtles.

It led her to the nearest ports to where she learned Jack had stolen a sailboat that was headed to Port Royal.

And there she was in search of the pirate, hoping she could stop him before he did anything terribly stupid.

She spotted a curious number of redcoats marching in the streets. She tried to keep them from her mind as she nodded to some of the shopkeepers that recognized her from previous visits.

That was until she noticed a heavily scarfed man sneaking into the smithery, beads and all. She groaned, running for the shop.

“Jack,” she whispered, closing the wooden door behind her with a click of the lock. “What the devil are you doing here?”

He was hanging by the cogs of the donkey operated machine, accomplishing his goal of breaking his chained wrists apart.

“(Y/N)?” he said, “How did you find me?” He peered over his shoulder as if to see the army it must’ve taken to track him down to Port Royal.

She rolled her eyes, “After years pirating with me you still doubt my capabilities. I wasn’t about to stay on the Pearl with Barbossa and his stupid monkey.”

“I’ve found myself in a bit of a problem,” he said, brandishing the cuffs on his wrists.

“I can see that,” she cursed, hands on her hips, “You’ve got the entire British army knocking down every door.”

Speaking of which, someone was coming through the front.

“Damn,” (Y/N) whispered, feeling her brother drag her into a hiding place.

It was Will coming home, no doubt, from dropping off another well forged sword. He settled into the shop, inspecting his tools when he came upon a hat.

A pirate hat.

(Y/N) glared at her brother and bared her teeth, “You piss poor excuse for a pirate.”

Jack leapt from his hiding place, sword in hand to take back what was his. He directed the blade at Will’s chest.

“You’re the one they’re hunting,” Will said. “The pirate.”

“You seem somewhat familiar – have I threatened you before?”

(Y/N) smacked her face with a hand, scrounging for the nearest sword, which wasn’t hard considering they were in a blacksmith. She watched carefully as Will and Jack shared a few feints and parries with their swords.

She was impressed to see that Will had continued to practice his swordplay.

It wasn’t until a hurling sword stuck itself in the door that (Y/N) made her appearance.

“Will, stop!” she cried, brandishing her weapon, “Please, leave him alone.”

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, focus momentarily off his target, “When did you get to Port Royal?”

Jack had extracted his own sword, “Come along, dearest. It’s best we leave.”

Will flipped his head between the pair of them, “Excuse me?”

“I’m really sorry about this, Will.” She swallowed hard, sidestepping towards the window as Jack did the same, “But we need to go.”

“You and…?” he frowned, “The pirate?”

“My brother.”

Stunned, Will almost missed the attack coming from Jack. He swooped to the furnace and pulled out a red hot sword, blocking the incoming blow.

(Y/N) screamed, “Jack! Leave him alone!”

The pair of them struck and danced and parried around the forge – Will angrier than (Y/N) had ever seen him.

“How do you know (Y/N)?” he demanded.

Jack made a face as he blocked another blade, “How do you know (Y/N)?”

“He’s my brother, Will,” she cried, stomping her way to where she might join the swordfight. “I lied about him being a merchant.”

“A merchant,” Jack grimaced, “Could’ve done better with the lying, love.”

“(Y/N) is not a liar,” Will gained a few steps with his hard hitting blows, “She is an honest woman and a fair fighter.”

Her sword came between them, directing Will’s into the ground, “I’m sorry, Will.”

He was breathing heavy, bewildered, “But he’s a pirate.”

Jack pointed his sword in (Y/N)’s direction, exasperated, “SHE’S a pirate!”

Will gave him a scathing glare before completely disregarding his weapon and tackling Jack to the ground. They rolled around the hay and dirt as (Y/N) shouted at them.

“This is not how to handle a misunderstanding, Will! Jack, pull yourself together with what little dignity you have left. For God’s sake…” She planted herself between the brawling pair and shoved Jack to the side, keeping him from launching a counterattack.

“What is he so hellbent on protecting your name for?” Jack wheezed, using one of his many scarves to dab at his neck.

Will was boiling, “(Y/N) is an honorable woman and I won’t have you slander her name with titles like pirate. She is respectable and good and not at all capable of what you’re suggesting.” He looked towards (Y/N), “I refuse to think of the most important person to me as a criminal.”

(Y/N)’s mouth fell open, “Will…”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, mate,” Jack said, twirling his sword around, “But she’s my sister. And by association – a pirate.”

Will let his arms hang limp at his sides, staring at (Y/N)’s feet – unable to meet her eyes. “Is that true?”

“I knew I wouldn’t be welcome if I told you what I really was,” she grimaced, “I didn’t plan on us becoming friends.”

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, “All those gifts you gave me…”

“Listen, Will…” she didn’t dare take a step forward, “I know you’re mad. But I never lied about anything else. I never pretended around you. This is me, pirate or not. You know me. And this is not how I would’ve told you, but for the sake of me not getting hanged today – could you please let us go.”

Will looked deep in an inner turmoil, fists clenching as he fought over her words. Jack was still trying to yank out the sword pinning the door closed.

“I haven’t forgiven you…” he muttered, letting out a great sigh, “But there’s a path out back you can take for the docks.”

(Y/N) nodded, “Thank you.” She placed a hand on his arm while on her way out. “I’ll come find you tonight.”

He clenched his jaw, but finally looked at her, “Just come back safe.”

Her heart beat a little harder, a little warmer, “I will.”

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I've seen your child reader stories and I love them ❤️ can you do slashers (Michael Myers Jason Voorhees Freddy Krueger and Sinclair brothers) reaction when child reader is being kidnapped/attacked. Sorry my English is not very good

Yes finally someone specificed the slashers, god is good, god is greeaaat. Also don't worry your English is amazing!

Slashers when child! Reader is being attacked/kidnapped.

Michael 🔪

It was very uncommon for Michael's 🔪kid to get attacked, since more than half the town knows about the presence of Michael always seeming to loom around you.

So whoever attempted such a thing must've been one hell of an idiot. Especially on Halloween.

He walked insanely fast over to the girl who was dragging you into her car with a cloth stuck to your mouth, limiting the range of your scream.

"I can gain so much money and fame by doing this. After I'm done with you I can send some money to your parents to shut them up." Her smile was cut short when she suddenly jerks and the sudden sound of her screaming escapes her throat.

She let go of you and cried and wailed as the man behind her yanks her hair up and keeps slashing her back until her back was nothing but a dark bloodied mess.

It was night and this scene had already caused half the town to wake up and get ready to fight against the shape but he grabbed your hand and walked back somewhere secluded instead.

You were now somewhere in a playground with michael standing next to you. Him not quite understanding that you actually need to be at home right now but what happened earlier was traumatising and having Michael protecting you was better anyways.

You fell asleep and found your parents pick you up frantically and bring you inside and asked if you were hurt or anything. All you said was.

"he protects me."

Jason 🪓

Now it really is unsafe for a kid to be roaming around the woods with bear traps laying around. And so Jason 🪓 is also watching you 24/7. He just puts you underground when he has to deal with trespassers.

But you and him were outside and it was just 12 seconds when he turned his back, heard the sound of a vehicle and you were gone. So now he was running to every inch of the forests making sure you didn't trip near a bear trap and crushed your head or got kidnapped.

But just as he feared he heard your echos of cries and a man swearing at you. He marched over to the location of your cries and was having absolutely no hesitation in chopping off the man's head. As his mother was basically yelling for him to do so.

"Shut the fuck up before someone hears us! Bi-" in a flash the man was pushed aside roughly and Jason pulled you next to him, looking at you he pat your head a few times and then pushed you behind him.

Your crying earlier was visible on your face and he couldn't contain his anger any further.

"who the hell are you?" the man asked before Jason went to swing his mechete at the man's kneecaps, immediately the man fell and started screaming.

Stings of profanity rolled off his tongue as he was at the same time begging for his life and trying to crawl away into his car.

The hockey masked hulk cut off the man's arm and leg, now two matching pair. You were about to peak but Jason turned your head around and led you somewhere far and signaled you to stay here.

He will the end man's life quickly by decapiting him. But only because the most he did was make you cry.

Next person will have it much worse.

Freddy 💤

Assholes at your school weren't uncommon. And that's what Freddy 💤 was most annoyed about. It was about time where he had ought to teach you how to defend yourself.

He had brought himself into the outside world and he didn't find you getting beaten up by a group of rich snobby students very funny.

"are you sure this is okay?" a male chuckled nervously, his kicking to your ribslosing passion but not stopping. The girl next to him grip your hair (or scalp) roughly, her long nails adding pressure to your head.

"of course is it. No one will catch us anyways. Unless Y/n runs her mouth over to the police." the the supposeded leader of the group said while checking herself in front of a mirror. Ignoring your grunts and struggles, you could've fought them off or ran away but they suddenly came behind you and hit your hedda with a metal bat.

Freddy's fingers and eyes were twitching in frustration.

Her words immediately stopping the group. "what!? Are you crazy we can't just kill her and we can't keep her in our basement either. What will we do now!?" one of the other girls said, letting go of your hair. (or scalp)

"calm down, she'll bail u-"

"I know what you'll do."

The group snapped their necks to the sound of your voice, you are there. Standing and bloodied but you seem to pay no mind to your injuries.

"what the hell!?" they screamed as your body opened and out came a man in the appearance of a skinned man, with a Christmas sweater and a brown fedora.

This obviously freaking them out but it was easy for Freddy since they were in the schools gym and locked all the doors and windows. But they were persistent in openening them.

"It's an easy solution, you can't be charged if you're dead!" he laughed to his hearts content and did his thing.

You woke up somewhere in your classroom with zero stains and ambulances near the school gym, knowing exactly what happened.

(I have no idea what kind of father figure krueger will be but he seems to really want a kid in a few movies)

Sinclair brothers 🕯

Context: a soon to be dead man speeds up their death clock by attacking you because you're a sinclair.

Prologue: a man has his hand around your neck, cutting off your air supply but not enough to kill you. threatening to if any of them (your brothers) come closer.

You can't do much as this man was about 20-30 years old and you were already turning red.

You can only look at your brothers from the side of your eyes, waiting for their next move.

Bo 🧰 cannot think of how dumb of a person this man is. He really thinks threatening you will make him stop in his tracks and be at his mercy? Well yes. But not he won't be the one begging for mercy. He glares sharply at the man and he knows the man is not kidding, his eyes hold everything except pity, remorse and guilt. He's struggling and doesn't know what to do except try a telepathic plan with his artistic brother in the back. He feels helpless and how much fuel it added to his burning hate was enough to burn an entire forest "even if you're a child you are just like the monsters there. You have their blood.." the man's face really meant it. It took everything in bo not to scream and jump at the man but it was visible. But then...

Vincent 🕯 was pondering how this turned out so bad, you couldn't die yet. He just wished the man turned his back so he snatch you away. Vincent had no weapons on him and he was fast at running but they far, far enough that the man would notice. He couldn't take the risk. He hated this man currently to his guts why would someone stoop so low that's just pathetic. He knows expressions very well and the fact the man wasn't kidding makes him further more nervous. "even if you're a child you are just like the monsters there. You have their blood.." Vincent was irritated you could clearly see his eyes of anger through his mask, he guesses he should saving more wax for next time. He's about to lose but then...

Lester 🚙 didn't even need to tell Jonesy to start gnawing that man's leg off. Its never wise to piss off a dog. The usual happy and cheerful facial on Lester was no longer, he can't believe all of this was happening without his knowledge before a few seconds ago. It was just a few hours ago he decides to visit his cute dear younger sibling and now there's this. "even if you're a child you're still like the monsters there. You have their blood.." it was for their own sake. He's the one putting an innocent child's life on the line. He watched as he heard his two elder brother's sigh of relief and the growling and chewing of Jonesy and the screeching of the man who has let you go. He walked over to you and hugged you.

The man on the ground tried to kick the dog but to no avail. He only felt the unbearable pain of his disappearing flesh. He now laid down still crying and saw the three of the sinclair brothers above him. Looming over him as the worst torture methods flood through their head, it was too easy to see what they were thinking about. "wait, please, no, I was joking alright!? I wasn't serious about that!"

"too bad dumbass, we're way too angry to angry to have mercy on you now. really caused some trouble for me and my siblings." Bo crouched down. Looking at him smirking and sadistically. Unfortunately for him the two of their brothers hold the same look too.

WOWIWW I HOPE I DIDN'T MAKE IT TOO BORING.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 20 (Buddy Daddies)

More Buddy Daddies for today's @whumptober fic. We love Rei angst here

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Prompts Used: Blanket, Found Family, "You will regret touching them" Fandom: Buddy Daddies Character(s): Rei & Kazuki

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"Rei—they're coming in. I don't know how long I can hold them off. I'm going to try to get Miri out of here before—"

Kazuki's frantic voice was cut off by the sound of crashing glass and gunfire. A sudden clatter and distant shouting came over the line as the call continued a few seconds before it cut off abruptly.

The call played over and over in Rei's head as he raced toward the apartment complex. He wouldn't go in the door. They'd expect that. He had a stash of extra guns and ammo in the car. He suited up, and began freeclimbing up to the balcony, peering over the edge to see inside. The glass door was already shattered, likely how the enemy had gotten in. Rei could see beyond to the living room where a group of men in black suits stood, surrounding a panting figure.

One reached down and grabbed a fistful of blond hair, wrenching Kazuki's head back as blood dripped down his face.

"Where is Suwa Rei?" the suit demanded.

"Eat shit," Kazuki gritted out.

A boot was slammed into his side and he cried out before he was thrown back onto the floor.

"Find the girl," one of the suits said. "That might persuade him."

"N-no!" Kazuki cried, pushing himself up, before he was firmly forced down again with several punishing blows that left him groaning.

Rei's face turned steely as he climbed past the balcony toward the window to his room.

He quietly eased it open and slipped inside, listening at the door before opening it to peek out. One man stood at the top of the stairs, gun held at the ready.

"Go on, the girl must be here somewhere," the men below were saying. "She's probably hiding."

"Don't you dare!" Kazuki shouted before he cried out following the dull thud of flesh.

The sound gave Rei an opening to take a suppressed shot to the back of the first man's head. He fell soundlessly before Rei rushed out and dragged him quickly back into his room.

He could hear the men opening doors, searching for Miri. His heart pounded in his chest, closing his eyes as he tried to place the men in the house, calculating how many shots he could take.

"There you are!"

A sudden scream and wail of terror sent ice down Rei's spine and he sprinted to the door, no longer calculating.

He could see Miri being dragged out of the bathroom, kicking and screaming, held firmly by one man.

"Miri!" he shouted, giving himself up as he raised his gun and shot.

The man toppled with a cry and Miri collapsed to the ground, sobbing as Rei barreled toward her, catching her up.

"Rei-Papa," she whimpered, grasping him.

"Miri, listen, Go hide under Kazuki's bed. Don't come out until we call you."

"There he is, Rei's here!"

"Go!" Rei snapped and Miri ran off with a terrified sob as Rei rose and rushed the men coming up the stairs.

Shots were fired. One cut into his thigh, staggering him briefly. Another bullet slammed into his shoulder. But he kept going, taking down two more men before he was tackled, slammed into the railing of the stairs. He latched on with one hand to make sure he didn't go over, getting his legs up and around the man's neck in a chock hold as he shot another suit coming up behind him.

He twisted, snapping the man's neck against his knee and flipped over the railing completely, landing with a controlled roll before firing again, taking out another suit.

"Rei!"

He was tackled from behind at the sound of Kazuki's warning, slammed face-first into the ground as his attacker drove a knee into his injured shoulder.

"Time's up, Rei-kun. Your father wants you back home, and he gave us leave to drag you back if we had to."

Rei bucked, reaching behind him to slam a fist into the man's elbow, before grabbing his ear and yanking him forward. The suit cried out in pain and toppled, releasing Rei who leapt to his feet, grabbing his extra gun and taking that man out too.

That just left three more surrounding Kazuki. One had the blond in an arm lock, gun pointed at his head. Rei stood, panting, pistol leveled at the suits.

"Put the gun down if you don't want to see Kurusu's brains splattered on the ground," the suit said firmly. "If you come quietly, we'll leave the little girl alone."

Rei glowered, making no move to lower his weapon. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because your father thinks you've gone soft, and he requires your presence back with your family." The man eyed him, putting a little more pressure on Kazuki's windpipe as the captive man cringed. "So, what will it be, Rei?"

Rei lowered the gun slightly, exhaling slowly before he stared the men down, eyes full of venom. "You can tell that man who calls himself my father," he growled. "That my family is here. And you…" His voice turned into a growl as he reached behind him, his hand finding the other gun tucked into his waistband. "You will regret touching them!"

Three guns trained on him but Rei barreled forward. Three consecutive shots and weapons clattered, bodies dropped to the floor and Rei stood there panting, before he threw his guns aside, and grabbed a knife, hurrying over to cut Kazuki free.

"Miri," the blonde said frantically, wincing as he pushed himself to his feet, one hand coming up to press against his side with a wince, blood seeping through his fingers.

"She's fine," Rei said quickly, gripping his shoulder.

"Rei—"

"I'm sorry," Rei gasped, trying to fight against the sudden well of unfamiliar emotions. "I'm sorry."

"Rei."

He slumped and Kazuki caught him, both of them staggering, holding onto each other tightly, more support than an embrace, but desperate and relieved all the same.

"Papa!"

Tiny feet pounded down the stairs and Miri raced over, flinging herself at them, arms wrapped around their legs as she sobbed.

Kazuki and Rei both wordlessly sank down pulling Miri into the embrace as they all held each other tightly.

XXX

Several hours later found them in a safehouse Kyu had taken them to while their place was cleaned up. Injuries tended, the small family was silent, still in shock and beyond exhausted.

Kazuki limped to the couch where Rei was sitting with Miri huddled against his side.

The blond grabbed a blanket and Rei startled as it was thrown over him and the little girl, before Kazuki slumped onto the couch, huddling under the blanket himself.

"You good?" Rei asked him finally.

"I'll live," Kazuki murmured. He checked Miri, running a hand briefly through her hair before his face crumpled and he pressed a bandaged hand against his eyes. "God, Rei…back there I was terrified. I didn't know what was going to happen. To Miri…" He took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault they came after you."

"No," Kazuki said firmly. "It's your damned father who's to blame for this."

Rei felt revulsion run through him. "He's not my father," he snapped and Kazuki looked up in surprise. Rei looked down at Miri, could feel her tiny hand where it had latched tightly to his fingers. "I never knew any different before, but…I guess seeing what it was like to be a father, I realized just how shitty mine was. I'm not…I don't want to be part of that life anymore."

Kazuki watched him with an unreadable look. "Back there, you said we were your family. You meant it." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Rei looked away, uncomfortable. "You're more family than I've ever had," he said honestly.

Kazuki sniffled and grinned, reaching out to ruffle Rei's hair. "Aww, Rei-kun!"

"Stop," Rei muttered. "Or I'll reconsider."

Kazuki sighed, slumping further onto the couch, cuddling up to Miri and letting his forehead fall onto Rei's good shoulder. "For what's it's worth, Rei, I'm happy to consider the three of us family. I think we do a much better job of it."

Rei rested his cheek wearily on top of Kazuki's head and allowed his eyes to slide shut finally. "We do," he murmured.

Miri made a contented sound in her sleep and soon the small safehouse was filled with the quiet snores of the unusual little family that had found a home in each other.

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[garroshhowlscream]

So. To fill anyone in on what happened - we’re not sure yet. The bottom line is this:

Garrosh died unexpectedly at around 4:30 AM on 11/11/23. He passed in his sleep, at the neurology-specialist’s hospital.

More info on the lead up to this below the cut. I am shattered.

The week prior to his death, I noticed some diarrhea, but that cleared up after a few days. He also had some decreased appetite, increased drooling, and lethargy. He went from running the perimeter of the yard every morning for a security check, to walking outside and laying down in the sun. A strange change.

I took him to the vet on 11/8, and we both agreed he probably had some sort of stomach bug - his vitals were all normal, no temp, and decided to start him on anti nausea meds. He was clearly a little out of it at the vet, but his tail was still wagging and he was happy to see everyone. So.

It wasn’t a stomach bug.

The anti nausea meds didn’t seem to have much of an effect in the following two days. He didn’t eat at all the day I took him into the vet, and he showed no interest the next day either, but I was able to coax some beef and rice into him by hand feeding it to him, piece by piece.

At around 2AM on 11/10/23, Garrosh was laying on the bed, and I needed to take him out to pee. I had accidentally fallen asleep next to him and we had missed our before-bed pee. So I clipped the collar onto him, and gave it a tug.

He screamed.

Just. A sharp horrible wail of pain. And he shakily got off the bed, but was listing heavily to his left side, unable to look to the right. If I tried to turn his head the other way, he yelped.

I took him to the emergency vet.

They told me he had probably pulled a muscle, and to stop letting him on the bed. They gave him an injection for the pain and told me to give him some Gabapentin when I got home.

We wrangled him into the car, and I woke up my poor neighbor at 5am to help me lift Garrosh out of the car, as he was unable to get himself out. He growled when my neighbor tried to lift him out, so I had the neighbor take the back legs instead while I lifted his front. He yelped and cried and screamed in pain, but wouldn’t growl at me. Oh, my love. I’m so sorry.

At this point, the injection had kicked in and he was panting heavily as a side effect.

I forced him to take the Gabapentin. He was finally able to lay himself down and pass out. But it was just… he was standing int eh living room, and then laid down where he stood, and didn’t move from that frozen position. He wasn’t relaxed. But he slept.

I camped out on the couch to watch him.

At around 8am it became apparent something was very wrong. He hadn’t moved from his position at all. He couldn’t seem to get to his feet, or want to try.

Boyfriend came over. This usually sparks a parade of joy and playtime. Instead, his head stayed down, the only way you could tell he knew what was going on is that his little tail started wagging like crazy. But he couldn’t move.

We called the emergency vet back. They said, if the Gabapentin wasn’t working, the next move would be to refer him to a neurologist.

We asked for a referral, and so so so amazingly, they were able to fit him in for an appointment that very day.

An hour before the appointment, we started to try to get him to his feet. He was so so so brave for us. My boyfriend and I laid out treats - no effect. Gentle encouragement and commands - nothing. Packing his overnight bag - nothing. But then we tried acting super super excited and happy! Squeaking toys!! Jumping up and down!! Going crazy!! And this sweet, sweet dog - he tried and struggled and thrashed to try and roll himself onto his feet before finally FINALLY managing to pull himself up. Oh, oh love, my god. Jesus Christ. You were so good for us. He walked tentative steps and got halfway to the car before he stopped and we had to pick him up and carry him. He yelped and cried but did not growl.

We took him to the neurologist. They had to take him in on a gurney. He screamed when the techs pried him from the car. I need to stress that… Garrosh is a stoic guy. He never shows his pain. The pain he was in must have been indescribable. Because he’s been through some shit that warrants screaming and he never makes a peep.

So. They load him onto the gurney, and put me at the front of it, walking backwards, facing him, to keep him calm and still. Of course he is. He’s perfect.

They take him in back to perform reflex tests while we wait for the neurologist. I can hear intermittent yelping from him as they test him.

The neurologist comes in. Says that he could be convinced he was seeing a slight delay in reflexes, hinting at a brain issue, but more likely he is thinking a ruptured disc. Okay. Okay. He says that there is a chance it is something like spinal cancer or an infection, but in any case, an MRI would give them a better idea of what’s going on.

Thank fuck for pet insurance. It was amazing to look down the barrel of a 12-13k bill and just say “you have a blank check to do whatever you need to do, just make sure he isn’t in pain”.

I say goodbye to him. They had him in a kennel in the back. He was out of it. A handful of strange dogs in his proximity and he wasn’t reacting to any of it. They had already given him methodone, so hopefully he was feeling a million times better, but he was panting hard. Maybe a side effect. Maybe stress. Maybe pain.

In restrospect - the lethargy, the decreased appetite, the drooling. Yeah. Those can be signs of nausea. They are also pain signals. I hope. I hope it wasn’t too bad for too long. I tried so hard to get you help as soon as I realized. Oh baby.

I said goodbye to him in that hospital and I kissed him on his nose and I promised him I would see him soon and that I loved him so much.

They called us with the MRI results that evening. There were several “lesions” in his spinal nerve, swelling in his brain. There were these… other lesions… in the muscles around his head and neck… and an enlarged lymph node in his abdomen…. There was a lesion in his brain that was bleeding.

They weren’t sure if this was cancer they were seeing, or… some sort of meningitis. If the lesions were the cause of the issues, or an effect of the issues. He had come out of the anesthesia, and we made plans with the neurologist to go to an internist the next day to try and get a cancer diagnosis by aspirating a lymph node, if that is what it was.

He told me that if it was cancer, the treatment plan would likely be more palleative than curative, given the seeming systemic spread of whatever it was they were seeing on the scans. They weren’t sure what it was they were seeing. It’s all the same. I told the doctor that I didn’t think I’d be able to put an animal through chemo anyway.

They started him on antibiotics and steroids to lessen the swelling in the brain and to start to fight off an infection if that is what it was.

Uh. Ar around 8am the next morning I woke up to three missed calls from the vet. They had been screened by my DND because they used the wrong number that I had set to surpass the DND screen.

They left a voicemail but I didn’t listen to it. I just called back. I knew what had happened, but I thought. Maybe. Maybe things were okay.

I heard the vet say “heyyyy…” in a soft, understanding tone, and it was. It was like a heavy horrible blanket of grief fell over me. “Did you listen to the voicemail I left you?” “No” “oh. I am so sorry. We have bad news.”

Garrosh stopped breathing at around 4:30 in the morning. The tech on staff was listening, and his heavy snoring was a nice white noise, and then she thought… “it’s quiet.”

He was gone. He went in his sleep. It was fast.

He died not in pain, and in his sleep. That’s a comfort. I only- I promised myself and him that I would be there. I always assumed I’d be able to give him a. Good death. A planned death. To put him down when he was a senior and it become too much for him. To hold his head in my lap as he passed.

I couldn’t do that. I wish I was there for you love. I wish I was there for you. I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry baby.

I’m having a necropsy done. On Monday they gave me prelim results of what they had found so far. They have collected samples to be cultured and slides to be sent to the pathologist. I’ll get those results in a week or two from now. But the prelim results were. Wild.

His entire body was shutting down at once. There were bleeding lesions in his intestines, his lungs, his heart, his liver, his pancreas. He had fluid around his heart (he has had multiple echocardiograms in his life for unrelated drama, and his heart has previously looked great.) there was fluid in his lungs. Lesions in his brain - maybe a stroke? He was bleeding though. Strange lesions in the actual interior of the muscle around his neck and head. Not masses, lesions. All, ALL of his lymph nodes were enlarged at the time of death.

He must have been in such unimaginable pain before we took him to the vet. How could he mask this? How long had he been masking this? A few days ago he was. Chasing cats and playing fetch and barking at strangers on the other side of the fence. He was playing with his dog friends and helping me renovate the new house (I just bought a new house. Specifically for him. I picked it out because of its hard and the deck for him to sun himself on and the uninstalled dog door is still laying by the patio door. There was a big pit of dirt I knew he’d love to roll in. He saw the house two total times before he died, and he zoomed straight to that patch of dirt and dug himself a nest. I brought in a fencing contractor to extend the fenced portion for him. I have to cancel that.). He kept sticking his nose up to the electric drill to watch me work, like he needed to understand what I was doing. Just in case he needed to take over the job for me. Oh babydoll. Oh love.

I don’t know what to do now. I’m losing my mind. I’m

Broken. He pulled me out of the darkest time of my life. He’s my protector.

The. The day he died. They let me say goodbye to the body before they sent it off for the necropsy/cremation. His nose was so cold. His neck was still a little warm. I kissed his nose and head and face and pet him where he liked between the eyes. I scratched his ears. I put my head down on his and wept.

My parents came down to say goodbye to the body too. They were amazing. My boyfriend has been. The best. He’s been helping me move. He’s been letting me stay at his apartment because. Because it was impossible to go back to my place. Surrounded by his things. His smell. I couldn’t.

No one is sure what happened to him yet. No one understands what was happening to him. He was having some. Weird skin issues earlier this year that magically resolved itself after we had taken several biopsies trying to figure out what was wrong with him. The primary vet and the dermatologist just shrugged and said “yeah we have no idea what this is… maybe a weird allergy symptom? So sorry”

I think it was related. I think this is something that has been building. As much as I would prefer to think this is a lightning strike, something that came on quickly and killed him, I can’t help but think this is the end result of a chain of events. I don’t blame the med staff at all, they’ve all been excellent. My guy was always special. I don’t blame them for seeing hoof prints and thinking Horse and not Zebra.

What was happening to him? What took him from me?!

My mom says she had a dream about Garrosh that night after he died. She said that Garrosh was speaking to her, and he told her to tell me to talk to him.

I will. I am. I miss you so much. Love of my life. I needed more time with you, and I wouldn’t trade the time we got together for anything. You made me who I was. Who I am. You gave me you strength. I keep feeling you next to me and I look over and. You’re not there. It’s a searing horrible pain that I keep forgetting about only to slap me across the face again and again and again and again and again and I can’t take it!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t take it!!!! I miss you so much!!!!!!

The cremation service called me the other day. They told me that- that there was too much of you. You couldn’t fit in the biggest urn they had. And they asked my permission to put the rest of you in another container. I had to laugh. That’s objectively very funny. I’m glad you were able to make me laugh like that again. You were always a comedian.

So I laughed. And then I cried and cried and cried and cried because your big beautiful perfect head didn’t exist anymore. Your giant paws i watched grow and balloon up in size. Your intense amber eyes. Your huge wet tongue and your happy tail and your tiny ears. They don’t exist anymore. They’re ashes in a jar that I’m going to have to pick up from my vet in a week or so. Oh it hurts. It hurts so much I can’t take it.

I don’t know how to do this. I miss you so much. I wish I got more time with you. I need to find out what you were going through. I love you so dearly. I will never stop. We’ll meet again someday, baby. Sleep well.

[soggykookiesandcream]

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ​ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪɪɪ

Taehyung's POV (second timeline) "So, you're telling me all this while, he could read all my thoughts?" I ask Yoongi. Yoongi nods and I look at Yuna who was sitting completely shocked. I nudge her slightly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking about the time when I thought about nasty stuff when I was around Yoonjin-" She says and Yoongi bursts out laughing.

"You know?" Yoongi continues wheezing, "Yoonjin thinks all the choking and screaming you think about is Taehyung hurting you."

"What?" I sigh, "What am I gonna do now?"

"We can convince him that you're not bad," Yuna says and I nod, "I'm gonna go get my little bean downstairs."

I teleport into the room he was in and look at his peaceful sleeping which immediately brought a smile to my face. I softly tap his shoulder, "Yoonjin?"

"Mmm," he whines turning around and I climb onto the bed taking him into my arms. He clings onto my shirt and snuggles closer. I pat his back and I hear small snores from him. I grin like a fool and hold him tighter.

"I'll never let go of you, my baby bean," I kiss the top of his head and fall asleep with him instead of going back down to Yuna and Yoongi.

Taehyung's POV (first timeline)

"PLEASE!" The man screams as I drag him on the floor, "Please, I have a family! I have a wife and a pair of twins! I need to take care of them, please!"

"I'm not sorry but I need to take your life to get mine back," I reply. I have been murdering people for the past few days to kickstart my plan. 

"I'm sorry, whatever I did, I'm sorry," he cries falling onto my feet, "I am really sorry. If you want money, I'll try to get it for you."

"Tsk," I kick him away from my feet, "I don't need your stupid money."

"Please," he cries but his eyes widen as he watches a knife appear in my hand out of thin air, "Wh- What- How did you? P-please don't hurt me. I beg you."

I chuckle, "I won't hurt you."

"Thank you," he cries, "Thank you so much."

"How can you get hurt after you're dead?" I laugh as I throw the knife at his neck. He lets out an ugly scream falling to the ground choking and clutching around his neck. I kick his body once and teleport from that place to find another victim. 

Taehyung's POV (second timeline)

I wake up hearing a loud wail followed by hushing and patting. I open my eyes as my arms automatically search for Yoonjin but to my disappointment, he wasn't on the bed but in Yuna's arms crying as she glares at me.

"W-what's wrong?" I ask, "Why is he crying?"

"Why do you think so?" She spits back.

I knit my eyebrows and look at Yoonjin sobbing uncontrollably.

"Give him to me," I reach my arms out to Yuna and Yoonjins cries harder clutching onto Yuna. His precious tears were wetting Yuna's sky blue shirt.

"It's okay, baby," she softly rocks him up and down, "You're safe."

"Please, Yoonjin," I plead as I reach for him, "Come to dadda. Dadda won't hurt you. Dadda does not hurt momma and he does not kill anyone. Please, come here."

My eyes well up as Yoonjin shakes his and thumps his legs in hopes to climb further up Yuna and get away from me. His cries turn into sobs as he mumbles something into Yuna's neck.

"Yes, baby," she says softly, "Mommy is okay."

I look at Yuna in the hope to get a grasp of the situation. I was still confused. Why did he start crying? I tried making my thoughts as pleasant as possible just in case he read them. I even had a beautiful dream about Yoonjin and me being happy and playing together. Yuna's eyes soften and she nods at me before walking out with Yoonjin.

"Could you take Yoonjin for a while?" I hear Yuna's muffled voice outside.

"Sure," I hear Yoongi and I sigh burying my head into my hands.

"Tae," Yuna ruffles my hair.

"Baby, I don't know," I state as I try to hold my tears back, "I really don't know," the tears I tried to hold roll down hot and thick on my cheeks. Yuna lifts my head hearing my sniffles, "Tae, I really need you to tell me what you do behind my back."

"I don't do anything behind your back, Yuna," I cry out trying to keep my voice as low as possible not wanting to attract any of our kids' attention, "I don't kill people anymore. If I ever did, I've always reported them to you, baby. Always. And I don't kill anyone without reason."

"But Yoonjin read your thoughts," she sighs, "He says he saw you murdering a young man."

"Saw?" I ask through my tears.

"He saw your dream," she replies rubbing her thumb over my cheek. I lean into her touch and look at her, "He saw you murdering a man as he begged..," Yuna rubs her forehead, "What's going on, Taehyung?"

"I didn't even see such a dream," I state, "I saw a beautiful dream of me and Yoonjin playing together. Don't you believe me?"

"I do," Yuna takes my hand, "I believe you but we need to solve Yoonjin's issues."

"I'll solve it," I sniffle, "I'll make sure Yoonjin is fine but I really need him to open up to me," I say putting emphasis on need.

"I'll try to get him to talk to you," Yuna nods, "Why don't you come downstairs where there's space for Yoonjin to feel safe?"

"Sure," I say getting up from the bed, "I'll be downstairs."

A few minutes later...

"Yoonjin, please," I hear Yuna's voice, "For momma."

I hear a small 'okay' and a few footsteps behinds me. I turn around slowly not wanting to scare my little bean. When he meets my gaze, he flinches back into Yuna. I smile softly and extend my arms to him, "Come here, Yoonjin."

He hesitantly looks at Yuna and she nods. He walks halfway but stops and looks back at Yuna. I softly sigh and pull a chocolate bar out of my pocket. Yoonjin loves white chocolate. I bought an entire organic white chocolate factory just for him.

"Yoonjin," I call out softly, "I bought fifty bars of white chocolate for you. Do you want it?"

He nods but doesn't come any closer. I smile, at least he replied.

"Just come to your dadda, please," I plead, "I just need to talk to my little bean. Daddy loves you."

"M-me?" He whispers pointing to himself.

I nod with a huge smile on my face, "Yes, your dadda, Kim Taehyung, loves you, Kim Yoonjin."

"How much?" He whispers.

"So much that I can't measure," my eyes well up, "So much that I am ready to do anything for my little bean."

"Can I-I get chocolate?" He asks softly in a whisper.

"Yes," I reply holding the chocolate bar in my hand, "As many as you want."

I never had to worry about their health because they were immortal. They could survive even if they didn't have food for years together and no disease or health issues bothered them. Yoonjin slowly stalks closer taking the chocolate bar from my hand. I held back, fighting my urges to just grab him and hug him tight peppering kisses all over his face and telling him I love him. God knows, maybe my old self would have done it. I pat my thigh and look at Yoonjin, "Please, let dadda hold you? Only a little while."

He nods as he struggles with the chocolate wrapper, pouting. I chuckle and reach out for the chocolate, "Let me help you."

I open it and hand it back begging, "Please, come here, Yoonjin."

He slowly walks over to me but sits beside me instead of on my lap. That was close enough.

"Yoonjin, baby, my little bean," I smile watching him eat as the chocolate melts on his fingers, 

"I need you to let dadda see what you saw, okay?"

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A/N- *casually takes years to write one chapter *

[serenashido]

totally normal heromari doing canon heromari things like being alive and going to college together canonly and both alive because thats what happened in omori

[icallhimjoey]

I swear it's been my 2nd day having flu and fever, during my bed-rest sometimes I think about lil Hazel being sick as well and she keeps sleeping on Joey's chest all night to get some kind of warmth and comfort.. Would you please put it into words for me, sweetie? ILYSM IT HURTS.

ok so this is the Joe that holds most potential to make me actually cry, so KNOW the power you hold with these little baby Hazel requests Wordcount: 1.2K

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Everything’s Right

 “Something’s wrong,” you said to Joe, tears thick in your eyes, threateningly close to spilling over and out, rolling down your cheeks.

They were definitely tears from helplessness, sheer frustration and the overstimulation from Hazel’s touches and wails. You were crying, and you couldn’t stop because Hazel was crying and she couldn’t stop. 

“Not the both of you,” Joe was quick to kick his shoes off and hurried over to where you were sat on the sofa with Hazel on your lap. His girls, both crying. 

She felt hot, Joe could tell. Hotter than usual. Crying for over fifteen minutes would get Hazel all hot and sticky with sweat, but this was different. And she’d been crying for longer you told him, and nothing you could think to do would make it stop. 

You knew she was congested. You thought she might have a headache from said congestion, and you also thought she was running a fever by the feel of her. When you tried to lay her down for a nap, which she so desperately needed still but wouldn’t accept anymore, she showcased a nasty cough that must’ve hurt her little throat terribly. Since then, she didn’t want to be put down in her bed, and so you’d just held her the rest of the day.

“Baby, it’s okay,” You said baby, even though you were very aware she was nearing in on two-and-a-half, but she was still your baby. Especially in moments like this when she didn’t know what she wanted or what she needed. One moment she squirmed to be put down, and then the next she was screaming because you weren’t holding her. 

Patience. You could hear your own mother’s voice echo in your mind as she always used to say it to herself whenever she’d be driven to the edge by you and your brother when you were younger. 

It was awful that Hazel couldn’t tell you what was wrong yet. Not properly anyway. If you asked her if she was in pain, she nodded and told you yes. If you asked her where she was hurting, she just cried more. 

Joe wasn’t sure if taking her from you was going to help Hazel at all, but he knew it’d help you, so it was the first thing he did. “Come here,” Hazel accepted being handed off by you without any resistance and new hands wrapping her seemed to instantly calm her down, albeit temporarily. Like she knew you were also trying to find solutions for whatever was wrong with her, and now it wasn’t just you anymore. You had back up.  

“It’s just a cold,” Joe said, reaching a hand over and touching your face, wiping your cheek dry with his thumb. You knew that’s what it might have been, but Hazel has had colds before, and it had never been like this.

“She won’t take any medicine,” you sniffed.

Explaining it to Hazel as best you could, with big, important, slow words, and offering rewards after hadn’t worked. Then, you had tried to get the medicine into her system with force and had broken your own heart in the process. It still hadn’t worked. 

“Have you tried steaming up the bathroom?” Joe asked, remembering how he had once held Hazel in a hot shower for over two hours when she was much smaller. 

You shook your head, and said you didn’t think that would really work still, but Joe was instantly up on his feet with Hazel tucked tightly against his chest. Hazel was the perfect height to tuck underneath your chin which would leave her legs to wrap at the most comfortable spot around your waist. 

“Come on little lady,” Joe hoisted her off to the bathroom and you were surprised he wasn’t met with deafening screams from her. 

You weren’t sure when exactly Hazel had become a daddy’s girl, but there had to have been a tipping point along the line somewhere. The comfort she sometimes couldn’t find with you, she’d find with Joe. But lately, she had craved a lot more of Joe’s attention than yours. As long as Joe didn’t mind, you didn’t mind, but it could really sting your heart when all you wanted were baby Hazel cuddles and all she wanted was snuggles from Joe. Joe would often rope you into those snuggles and, even though in Joe’s arms, you’d still get you fix. 

Just like you were about to now.

“I said, come on little lady,” Joe stood by the door and waved you over with his free hand. Calling you little lady was exactly what Joe shouldn’t have done had he wanted to make you stop crying. 

A little while later you were all sat in the bathroom with the door shut and the shower on. You had turned it up as hot as it could go, shooting water directly down the drain behind the curtain, which felt very wasteful, but if it was going to help Hazel, you would leave it on all night if you had to. 

Joe was sitting with his back against the door, legs crisscrossed in front of him, with Hazel sat on his lap. Her back was resting against his stomach, and you weren’t sure if it was the steam that slowly filled the room or the white noise the shower gave, but you could see Hazel was starting to slowly doze off.

“It’s working,” you whispered, afraid that anything louder would trigger Hazel, and you saw Joe hug her tighter as he pressed kisses into the top of her head. 

You were sitting opposite Joe, hugging your knees as you rested your head on them, and you just watched Hazel’s breathing. Erratic from crying for so long, but definitely slowing down and becoming deeper. And she wasn’t coughing. And her mouth was closed, which meant her airways were free. She looked peaceful for the first time that day.

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked you, his voice barely loud enough to speak over the sound of the shower, and you snapped out of your thoughts to realise you had started crying again. 

“Nothing,” you smiled at him. “Everything’s right.” 

“C’mere,” Joe very carefully scooted over slightly, making room for you to sit next to him, and when you crawled over, Joe pulled you in tight. 

“You know we can do things together, right?” Joe started, and you knew what he was going to say. “I’m but a phone call away,” 

“I know,” you used the back of your hand to rub at the underside of your nose.

“So, stop thinking the entire world’s on your shoulders,” Joe nudged you, and you knew he was right, but you couldn’t just change that for yourself. Not in a day, not in a week… that was something that time was going to have to fix. 

“I’ve got half of it on here now,” Joe jokingly raised one shoulder after the other and got a wet smile out of you.

“She’s asleep,” you said after peeking at Hazel’s rosy tearstained cheeks that served as a shelf for her long eyelashes as her eyes were closed. You wanted to get up to turn the shower off, but Joe’s arm around your shoulder stayed in place. 

“Yea, but you’re awake still,” And like before, Joe was right. You didn’t need to fall asleep, but it would serve you well to let the steam relax you too. Joe’s sweet words made the last tears within you escape your eyes. He was honestly too much sometimes.

“Everything right, still?” Joe checked in after a while, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Yea. Everything’s right.” 

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[inkrabbit]

Could you maybe write some angsty Ghost fanfic of Rain and Dewdrop comforting someone who wakes up from a night terror with a panic attack?

ooooo I haven't written for Rain yet <3 hopefully this is good!

also, just for myself, I called Dewdrop "Sodo". I use the tag, but just call him something different for preference

Your screaming had woken Rain up, the poor ghoul terrified you were hurt or something had happened. But when he looked around, he only saw your flailing form, face contorted in what looked like horror. Was this common with you? This had been his first night sleeping in your room. He wasn’t aware that you having a mental breakdown in your sleep was something he was going to have to endure. 

“Hey!” He reaches out, claws gently grazing your jaw before your hand flies up, your knuckles catching his mouth. His lip caught his fang, the entire impact dazing him. He hadn’t expected that. The next hit gets his chest, pulling him out of his trance so he can grab your wrists. He’s yelling your name, trying his best to keep you under control, but your legs have finally started working, your knee colliding with his rib. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he also can’t have you assaulting him like this. 

You’re mumbling something, tears rolling down your cheeks. He doesn’t catch it at first, but you’re slowly getting louder and louder throughout your wailing. Papa. His mind is buzzing, tail flicking this way and that. He notices how his claws dig into your skin the more he holds you, red welts raising in their wake. He tries to let you go, just for a second so he could find a better way to hold you down, but your whole body turns away from him. The arm still in his grasp is yanked away and he nearly falls off the bed when you move. This isn’t working. He’s too worried about hurting you himself, but he’s too scared to leave you on your own. 

“Would you guys quiet down?!” Sodo’s throwing your bedroom door open, his long hair tousled. “What… what did you manage to do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Rain cries. “Y/N just started freaking out and I don’t know what’s wrong!” 

Sodo kicks the door closed with his heel, shooing Rain away when he rounds your bed and climbs on. Your wailing has calmed down to pathetic whimpers at this point, and Sodo has no problem being rougher than his friend when it comes to restraining you. He turns you over so your back is pressed against his chest, his legs wrapped around yours to keep them down as he uses his hands to pin yours to your chest. 

“Y/N, I need you to wake up.” His voice is firm and he doesn’t budge as much when you fight against him. “C’mon, wake up!” 

It takes a few seconds but you finally do wake up with a start, inhaling sharply and your eyes darting around. 

“Copia!” His name falls from your lips in a horrified shriek, something the two aren’t used to. Sodo lets go of you, watching as you dart upright and look around “Where…”

“You’re okay.” Rain is in front of you now, sitting on his heels. “You’re in your room. You’re okay.”

“The hell were you dreaming about?” Sodo’s face is more annoyed, a stark contrast to the concern on Rain’s. You stare back at him, sniffling as you bring your hands up to wipe the tears away from your face.

“W-where’s Copia?” His tongue clicks the top of his mouth, an annoyed tsk sounding out as his tail flicks. 

“In his room,” he deadpans. “asleep. You know, like we’re all supposed to be?”

“Y/N, what happened?” Rain’s voice is more tender as he shuffles towards you.

“I just…” You take a deep breath, trying to remind yourself it wasn’t real. Sodo leans forward, lazily resting his head on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist. You try to focus on his warmth, the soft huff he lets out. “I had a dream that Copia was killed.”

“And that’s what brought all this on?” Sodo asks. “The old man’s fine. Probably cuddled up with his rats right now.”

“It felt so real…” If you thought of it enough, you could still feel his blood run down your arms and pool in your hands as you held him. You could hear him gagging as he choked on his own blood, how weak he was trying to hold onto you with his eyes blown wide. 

“He’s okay. We promise.” Rain gives you a small smile, reaching out to rest his hand atop yours. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Your heart’s still racing,” Sodo comments, giving you a small squeeze. “Was it really that bad?”

“It just all felt so real,” you repeat. “I don’t know why it happened but… Sodo attacked him first and everyone else joined in.”

“Yeah that sounds about right.” the fire ghoul mumbles. “Look, I know we’re a bit… scary, but we wouldn’t purposefully hurt Copia.”

“We were summoned for him for a reason,” Rain continues. “We’ll fight with each other, sure, but he’s always been good to us. He hasn’t given us a reason to attack him.”

“C’mon, let’s go back to bed.” Sodo moves you, helping you lay on your side as he stays behind you. Rain slowly lowers himself in front of you, taking your hands in his own and kissing your knuckles. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” he promises you softly. You feel Sodo move just slightly, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. You know he’s not exactly used to tenderness, but he is trying. Rain, however, has no problem making sure you’re calming down. He’s brought his hand up, stroking your cheek softly. You force yourself to focus on the feeling of them both, the heat radiating from Sodo and the smell of petrichor that radiated from Rain. The ghoul shuffles that little bit closer, pressing his lips to your forehead as his arm drapes over you. You feel better; safer. Sodo’s already softly snoring behind you and Rain seems like he’s close to sleeping too. They were right. You’re okay now. Your nightmare would stay just that: a nightmare that wasn’t real.

You reach out, wrapping your arm around Rain as well, and finally let your eyes shut.

[spicy-tomato]

techno sword pt 2 you whores

come get yall juice, techno sword pt 2

pt 1

“Princess, please tell me whats wrong.” he looked concerned and you sit up. Nows as good a time as ever….guess you might as well tell him. 

Being behind a door should make it easier, right? Not really when you know that just behind it is a man that could kick it down with only a fraction of his power. It wasnt. 

“w-well…..for a while i’ve been having these…thoughts….” you trail off, not knowing how to phrase what you’ve been thinking. “about you and….and your sword” even if he can’t see you, you still cover your face out of embarrassment. you hear a soft chuckle from outside and the doorknob jiggle. 

“princess, let me in or speak up” he almost growls through the door. that tone manages to do something to you, making you think about him on top— stop, you can’t do this right now. you need to stay composed for this. 

“o-okay so i’ve been having thoughts about you recently...ive been watching you train and seeing how you come back with your sword coated in blood and it just...i dont know it does something to me i guess…you just look so….i dont know its stupid…” you trail off, figuring you werent making sense. More faint growling can be heard before a loud slam on the door.

“You have three seconds to unlock this door before i break it down, princess’ you stay still on the bed, paralized by what could happen when he gets inside. Is he upset? Is he gonna kick you out? Break up with you? Before you get the chance to register all your thoughts the door is torn from its hinges, the looming figure of your boyfriend striding along your room, dragging his sword behind him. “Ready to speak up now, or do i have to force it out of you.” he pins you below him on the bed, sword discarded next to you, showing just how large it is. You try to stutter out an answer but before you get the chance, he picks the sword back up, using it to cut your clothes cleanly off your body. “Aww are you to dumb to speak to me pet? To busy getting off on the thought of me and my sword? Thinking about how many lives ive taken with it? So dirty.” as he says these things his hand begins to trail from the side of your face down your body, causing you to shiver and let out a whine. “Words princess.”

“P-please...want you to fuck me with your sword.” he chuckles and moves a hand between your thighs, slowly moving to tease your entrance. 

“Already so needy for me and i havent even touched you yet, what a dirty little whore” he starts to tease you, rubbing your clit softly and using his free hand to hold your hips onto the bed. You throw your head back and moan softly, desperate for more pressure and touch. You soon get it as he moves his hand from your hips to tease your entrance, pushing one finger in slowly. You arch into his touch, causing him to pull his hands away. “Be good or ill stop and leave you here, nasty slut” you whine and nod, biting your lip as his finger dives back inside you, stretching you out in a slightly painful way. Hes always been bigger than you in every way, hell his hands were twice the size of yours. Once you adjust, loud moans and cries spill from your lips. He adds a second finger and your eyes roll back from the pleasure of it, your legs moving to wrap around him be they were quickly moved back into place by him. You let out a near sob as he pulls his fingers away from you, reaching to grab his sword. He moves it between your legs, slowly pressing the end of the hilt inside you as you wail at the sensation. He only puts the end of it in before stopping, going back to rubbing light circles on your clit.

“If you want more you have to beg. Tell me how much you want it and maybe ill let you cum.” you start babbling out pleas for him to continue. He pushes the rest in without hesitation, setting a rough pace as you gasp and choke on moans from the sudden stimulation. The pressure on your clit increases as he keeps fucking you with the hilt, bringing you closer with every second. 

“G-gonna...please let me…” just as you say that he pulls the hilt out of you and moves off of you, causing you to let out a choked sob “please please dont stop please” he chuckles darkly and looks down at you.

“Oh so the baby knows how to beg? Maybe i havent done good enough yet,” he quickly resumes his pace, causing you to roll your eyes back and reach your hands to grip his hair and pull him into a rough kiss, masking your moans and cries. He doesnt let up with his pace, bringing you over the edge as your legs begin to tremble, wrapping around his waist. He doesnt slow, if anything he moves faster, your orgasm spurring him on to make you cum again. 

“So pretty, wanted to see you like this for so long. Getting off on something so evil like the whore you are.” he whispers into your ear before moving to bite your neck, drawing a scream from you as you cum again, unable to come down from your first orgasm before the second one hits. Hes relentless at this point, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until youre crying, overstimulated and fucked out on the hilt of a sword that has killed thousands. When he finally pulls away, your cum is covering the hilt and almost dripping onto the blade. 

“Gonna do this every time i come back, watch you get fucked out after i take a life with this. Now that ive treated you like the queen you are, i think its my turn baby.” you nod below him, to fucked out to speak and your voice hoarse from screaming for him for what felt like hours. He chuckles and moves you easily to your knees at the edge of the bed in front of where hes sitting. You instinctively open your mouth and he spits into it, you swallowing quickly before he shrugs his pants off and moves you right in front of him. “Looks like youre to dumb to suck me of right so ill just make you do it instead.’ you nod quicky as he puts his member in your mouth, starting to fuck your mouth roughly. He lets out soft growls and groans as he continues to use you like a toy, more tears slipping down your cheeks from how deep he is in your throat. You gag slightly and he throws his head back, moving faster. “So good princess, being so good for me. Gonna fill your mouth up, dont want you to waste a drop.” he keeps going, cumming down your throat and staying there as you swallow every drop before he pulls you off him. You open your mouth to show him and he smiles down at you. He lifts you off the ground and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the counter as he runs a bath, helping you into it when the water is ready.

“Did so good for me my persephone, so wonderfully.” he praises as he washes your hair. You lay back against his chest and start to drift off, only to be woken by him picking you up and carrying you carefully back to the bed and laying you down. He moves the blankets over you and pulls you against him.

“...mmm love you tecchno”

“i love you too princess” 

[beels-burger-babe]

A Pain You'll Soon Regret - Pt. 1

***This...This is glorious. Oh ho, I will most definitely give you this fic @millenniumofpain! I will do so gladly! Thanks for sending in this great request!***

Poly!MC Summary: MC and the demon lords get in a fight resulting in MC leaving. They planned on going to Purgatory Hall until things cool off, but they never quite make it there. TW: Heavy Angst, Violence, I don't know what to tag this, but there is a pretty nasty verbal fight, Gore/Injury Part Two: HERE, Part Three: HERE, Part Four: HERE

You growled to yourself, angrily wiping tears from your face, as you marched away from the House of Lamentation, away from your partners.

Well, you said marching. It was more of a stumble what with the way your intoxicated brain could barely walk forward. You wished you could say you didn't know how things got like this, but the evidence had been there all along. It was in the slow build of tensions that increased and increased until they overflowed. It was in the way everyone would bite their tongues more and more frequently rather than communicating their thoughts.

Everyone had little things about the relationship between the eight of you that bothered them, and no one said a word until the words could no longer be held back.

It all started after you came back from clubbing way past curfew with Asmodeus.

The two of you were definitely drunk and were giggling messes as you did your best to hold the other up.

You both jumped when the hallway light turned on to reveal Lucifer and the others waiting there for you.

You bit back a sob as you thought of the vicious words that came out of their mouths.

"You're so reckless! Do you know what could've happened to a human like you this late at night in this state?! For Diavolo's sake MC, I expected this behaviour from Asmodeus, but I expected more from you!" Lucifer shouted Asmodeus groaned and leaned against you. "We were just having some fun. It's my date night. Don't get your wings in a twist." Beelzebub glared at him. "Just because it's your date night with MC doesn't excuse you putting them in danger. You couldn't even defend yourself right now, forget about defending them!" You frowned and stepped forward. "Guys relax. Nothing happened." Mammon scoffed, "That's always how it is with you! You think that just because nothin' has happened to ya that it's fine. You ain't invincible MC. Gah, it's like you're just throwin' ya self into dangerous situations just to get us to come to save ya again!" Satan raised an eyebrow at Mammon's comments and crossed his arms over his chest. "Maybe that's what they want. Attention. Is that the real reason why you keep being so reckless?" he tsks and scowls at you, "If you wanted attention MC you could've asked one of your seven boyfriends." You looked at them all with wide eyes. "Wha- I do NOT do all of this for attention!" Levi snarled, "Then why do you do it? Huh? Why else would you get drunk in one of the most notorious clubs in the Devildom? Why else would you date all seven of the Lords of the Devildom?" You stepped back as though you had been slapped by Levi's words. You glanced around at the others, but no one rose to your defence. You met Belphie's gaze hoping, that maybe as the only one to have not spoken up, that he'd be on your side. He just snickered and gave you a perplexed look. "What? Don't expect me to step in. You got yourself in this mess." You stood shocked and hurt; almost unwilling to believe that your partners, the people who you thought loved you unconditionally, verbally attacked you. Anger bubbled and boiled inside of you until you couldn't contain it anymore. "If you guys have such a problem with it, then maybe I won't depend on you anymore! I'm reckless, yeah, I admit, but I never did it for attention and I certainly never put myself in danger just so you all could play the hero," you turned your anger to Leviathan, "And in case you forgot, you all agreed to date me! I thought it was because you all loved me as much as I loved you but apparently fucking not! So if you don't mind, I'm going to leave now like the attention-driven child that you all think I am!"

Not your classiest moment, but you didn't care. It was clear you weren't wanted at the time, and you were too tired to handle the brutal words that they were throwing at you. So you left. Which brought you here, stumbling your way towards Purgatory Hall, drunk, and sobbing as you shivered from the cold Devildom air. You could just see the shape of the Hall ahead of you when you suddenly tripped and found yourself tumbling to the ground. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the ground. You groaned and turned yourself over to inspect the injuries. "Just when the night couldn't get any worse," "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" You stiffened as three demons came out of the woods around you and began circling you like vultures about to swoop in on their prey. The tallest one snickered. "Looks like the Lords' little pet strayed too far from its masters. Lucky us~"

A shorter, rounder one smiled sharply as drool trickled from its mouth. "Their loss, our gain," it leaned forward and inhaled deeply before sighing in pleasure. "Oh, get a whiff of that fear~ Just, delicious! Do you think it's true when they say that human tears really do add seasoning to its meat?" You tried to scramble away from it, as your heart pounded in your chest, but yelped as your back bumped against a curvier one. Its long nails dug into your shoulders as it secured its hands near your neck. "Only one way to find out." You were in trouble. These demons clearly had no intention of letting you go. You needed to get out of there before it was too late. You jammed the heel of your palms against the back of the wrists of the demon that holding you down, while you leaned backwards away from it. You were able to get just enough slack to roll away from the demon before jumping back to your feet. You were still surrounded, but at least now you weren't defenceless on the ground. Progress.

You did your best snarl, one that you and Mammon had jokingly practiced together one day, and glared fiercely at them. "Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I could have you all killed with just a snap of my fingers. You have one chance to run away, or I promise you that no one will ever be able to find your sorry corpses."

The tall one laughed and smirked at you. "And what exactly are you going to do? Scratch us with your blunt little nails? Bite us with your flat teeth?" The round one perked and began to hop excitedly. "Oh! Oh! Maybe they'll summon the lords to do it for them! Such a pathetic thing doesn't stand a chance on its own."

The curvy one wore a sickening grin as it leaned down mockingly at you. "So, you gonna call your guard dogs or what?"

You froze. You couldn't summon the brothers. Technically, you could, but not at this moment. Not after that fight. They had basically screamed at you about how they were tired of you getting yourself into situations exactly like this and then come crying to them for help. And what did you do? Take off and prove them right. They didn't want to be your heroes. They didn't want you.

You were on your own in this, and there was no way you could fight and win. Without a second thought, you turned towards Purgatory Hall and ran. The laughter of the demons rang behind menacingly. You barely got five steps away before a set of claws slashed deep into your ankle. You screamed out as you collapsed roughly to the ground, making your forehead against the dirt road.

You twisted onto your side to see the round demon drooling over your heavily bleeding leg with a nearly psychotic expression. "I love it when they try to run." That was the only warning you got before it sunk its razor-sharp teeth into your calf. You wailed loudly in pain as you used your other foot to try and kick the demon off of you, but it wasn't so willing to let go of its meal. The tall one grabbed your arm, bending you foreword as it roughly folded it behind your back. You cried out as you felt your shoulder pop out of its socket and nausea swirl in your stomach. "Not so tough now, are you?" It purred in your ear as it licked the tears off of your cheeks. You choked on your sobs as it roughly bit into the flesh on your collar, and weakly struggled in its grasp. "Let go of me! H-Help! Somebody! Help me!"

The curvy one finally approached you, burying its fingers into your hair before harshly yanking your head towards it. You screamed before it slapped its clawed hand across your face. Bile threatened to rise out of your throat as you felt your own blood drip down your cheek.

Spots began to blur your vision as the demon leered down at you with its menacing eyes. You felt your stomach drop as a realization hit you. This was how you would die.

You whimpered as you thought of the brothers, and how you never got to even kiss them or tell them goodbye one final time. Hell, you didn't even get to see them smile at you. Instead, you were reminded that you could never be what they needed you to be.

You would die scared, in pain, and unloved.

The curvy demon laughed as it wrapped its hands around your throat. You struggled to breathe and whined as, for just a moment, you saw Belphegore choking you to death once more, and not this monster. You morbidly thought that it was only fitting for you to be killed the same way twice. The demon leaned closer to you, demanding that you meet its un-naturally yellow eyes as it smiled. "You realize it now don't you? That this is your death bed? That no one is coming for the pathetic little human. I bet no one would even-" Before it could finish its sentence a blindingly bright beam burst across the side of its face sending it flying across the ground. You could hear the other demon curse and began to take off as two voices shouted and more bright flashes were sent in their direction. As your vision began to fade, you saw tear-filled, innocent blue eyes look down at you and a small mouth framed by chubby cheeks try to speak. But it was too late. With a final whine, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your mind plummet into darkness. ***This request is just evil and I love it. There will be a part two. So stay tuned for more pain. Hope you enjoyed it @millenniumofpain! Thank you for allowing me to write this!!***

[sainadazai]

can u dad dad!sakusa or suna hcs of like their baby being born ㅠㅠ

Yay I love dad requests

And ima do both of em cuz i love ya <3

Suna is stoic, teasing your strange breaths all the way to the hospital, and you hate him for it. You even have to scream at him a few times to just shut up because your trying to push out this giant creature he put into you. However he isn't joking because he doesn't find this serious, quite the opposite.

This is going to be most special day of Suna's life, and he is so afraid that he'll mess it up, or let that fear show, so he'll continue the jokes endlessly.

"Jeez babe, calm down, save some oxygen for the baby.." He mutters as you take heavy breaths while waddling with him into the hospital.

"Rin."

"Sorry."

Yet when he's been sitting by your side for hours, feeding you ice chips and whiping your tears, he doesn't really mind the fear. How could he not be afraid? You look as if your on the edge of death, paled and sweaty, breathing heavily and yet you've got a smile plastered on that face he fell in love with.

He's so afraid of how much you two are going to love this little baby. All the awful and painful things you'll go through just to keep them safe, he hasn't even met them and yet he knows it. That he'd die for them, you would too.

"Rin, I'm scared, I'm scared..."you mumble into his lose white tee shirt, already stained with snot and tears. He can feel the way your body shakes with sobs and it hurts him to know how much pain you must be in.

"Shh, Shh, don't be scared, I've got you, always."

"But what if we're no good at this? W-what if I can't do it!?" He moves his arm to wrap fully around you and he wishes he could tell you how wonderful of a mom you're gonna be. Suna knows you are the strongest person he's ever met and that birth is just another challenge you're going to overcome.

Strength isn't even a powerful enough word to describe you, but he can't tell you all those things because the doctor is pulling him off you, telling you it's time to push again.

"C'mon, Mrs. Suna, push!" You wish you could hit the doctor, a man telling you to push this thing out of your vagina? What does he know.

However you can feel the baby's weight on your pelvis and your body is tightening up every second trying to push them out. The pain is like nothing you've ever felt. As if the only way to satiate it is to bring your legs as high to your chest as you can and to squeeze.

"Cmon baby, you got this." He's whispering in your ear while your screaming in pain, holding your breath as if it will help soothe the ache in your whole body. Trying to ignore the dribbles of sweat that fall from your chin to your chest.

It's the worst sound you've ever heard, until it's the best. The sound of wailing, but much quieter, squeakier wailing. Cries of your baby. The one you two made together, and are gonna raise together, the only person in this world you know you would die for, kill for, anything.

"They're here, oh God rin they're here." You breathe out a sigh, but he's not looking at you, he's too focused on the tiny legs kicking ever so slightly at the nurses cleaning him. Him. Your son, a baby boy that he knows is his whole world.

"He. He's here." Rin can't feel it, but you can see the tear that rolls down one side of his face, one coming from love.

Sakusa thought he was prepared. He has a private hospital room and paid extra to have them sanitize everything, the bags are packed and organized neatly, he even brought your favorite snacks. Somehow, though, all that wasn't enough.

He was pushing through it, but the way your hand was dripping with sweat as you screamed curses at him was getting increasingly difficult to deal with.

The man loves you, but the way you yell at him about how this is all his fault, how he's ruined your body forever with his child and now you are going to be a saggy, ugly, sore mom, it stings a bit.

Not to mention the fact you won't even let him take the time to grab baby whipes just to clean you up a bit, make it easier for him to be around you.

The beginning was perfect, you'd scream and he'd console you before you drifted of into cat naps, but now? Contractions are every two minutes so even though you've been up for hours you can't get any rest, and somehow you've hardly dilated 6 centimeters.

"Kiyoomi, do you hate me!? Is that why you insisted on ahhhhh- forcing this evil demon spawn into my vagina!?"

"Y/n, I assure you I'd never force-"

"Shut up -mmmmmm- your voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard you wretch." The nurse is giving him sympathetic looks, but she too knows that given the amount of pain you are in, you probably hate just about every living being around you.

"I love you." He kisses you forehead, hating the taste of sweat, but he'll wash himself later, you need him now.

He won't even dare to look down towards the open sheets at the edge of the bed. It's nothing against you, but you are leaking substances he's never even heard of before, and he's certain that there will be blood and germs and it's best that he stay focused on your face.

The waiting is hell. Sakusa hates the germs and the insults and the loud noise, but he'll stay the whole time, not even so much as a water break.

He loves you and this child so much, he even loves the way you can say the craziest things when your upset, he won't laugh out loud but he really finds you funny.

The love for you is assured, though, when you're waiting to push one last time, and all of that anger has turned into a sappy mess of his wife.

Your laying back and staring up at his large frame, faces only centimeters apart, you just wanna see his face. "Omi I love you so much, we are gonna have a family. You and me. We did it, baby."

He feels inclined to say "not yet," as he can tell the nurses are anxious to get you to push again, while you lay there talking. Yet, he doesn't.

Instead he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, "you did it, love. You made us a family, and I love you both so, so much. Just gotta push one more time."

And your sweet, loving husband asked you to so of course you do.

When they pull his little girl from between your legs he can't even feel the sting in the hand your gripping. All he feels is bliss, as if he's just seen the most beautiful thing life has to offer.

It gross and messy and it brought him his beautiful baby girl. He doesn't mind that she is sticky, he rushes down to grab hold of her, noting how her cheeks are squished upwards with her cries and how she has a beautiful head of hair that he knows comes from him.

"She's perfect." He coos at you, as he walks her over, placing her gently on your naked chest.

When he looks back down to see your skin against hers he feels at peace. His girls, the two most important people in the world and you look so beautiful together.

He forgets to whipe you down before he goes in for a kiss, having noted that he really wasn't able to feel your lips on his all day.

"We made the cutest little baby in the world." He mouths against your cheek before kissing you there too.

"I can't wait to brag that she's better than atsumu's sticky little twin brats."

"Thats my girl."

[newtonsheffield]

I’d hate to ✨bring the angst✨but young Neddy would absolutely have nightmares about his dad leaving and that would break everyone’s collective hearts.

Ooooof. Imagine. When Anthony has to go away for work, even just for a few nights, and Edmund cries all night.

Kate had always hated it. Even when Edmund was a baby every single one of his cries had felt like a knife in her chest. And now it was worse, when his cries were guttural and desperate clinging to her, his face bright red.

"I want Daddy!"

Kate could feel tears stinging at her own eyes as well, her chest aching Me too.

Anthony had said weeks ago now, "I have to go to York for a few days, It's just a few speeches, and some photo ops and I'll stay overnight and then I'll be back."

And Kate had nodded, barely thinking of it, as she'd kept making dinner. It was only last night, when anthony had sat in bed with Edmund, reading him a story and he'd said

"Tomorrow night Mummy will read to you for me, but she'll tell me everything."

And Edmund had frozen, his hands clutching at Anthony. "Where will you be?"

Anthony hadn't sensed the danger either, humming as he ruffled his son's hair, "I'll be in somewhere called York. It's a very old place and vikings used to live there!"

And Edmund had burst into tears, startling them both, his knuckles white, gripping Anthony's sweater. "No!" He practically wailed, "You said you'd stay! You said! You said!"

Kate's heart had been in her throat as she'd climbed onto the bed with him. "Neddy honey, Daddy has to go for work, and it's only for a little while and then he'll be back, just one night."

She'd started rubbing soothing circles on his back and it had made no difference, still he'd cried and cried until he'd fallen asleep clutching Anthony.

"Maybe I shouldn't go." Anthony had hummed as he'd lain there smoothing over Edmund's hair, and even then, Kate had tried to be optimistic.

"No, you have to go, We'll be fine, okay? We'll talk before bed and we'll be fine."

And the morning had gone smooth enough, Edmund had clung to Anthony's legs for a little longer than he normally would, but then he'd stepped back at let Anthony get into the car.

"I'll see him tonight." He'd said determinedly as they'd gone back inside.

"You'll see him tomorrow, Sweetheart." Kate had corrected gently.

But Edmund had shaken his head. "No. He'll come tonight I know he will. He said he wasn't leaving me. He'll come tonight."

And Kate's heart had hammered in her chest as she'd crouched in from of him, keeping her voice steady, "Remember how we talked about this? How Daddy was away for a little while but he still loved you and me? This is just the same. He has to be away from us tonight, but He'll come back tomorrow."

And she'd thought, as Edmund nodded, he'd understood.

Until night fell. And everything had crumbled.

Crumbled as she'd fought with him to eat dinner. fought with him to get in the bath. Fought with him over which story to read, fought with him to climb into bed, so when he'd finally burst into tears, she was already so exhausted, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes again.

"Neddy, sweetheart, you spoke with Daddy at dinner."

She had her arms wrapped tightly around him, hours into the tantrum, Edmund kicking bonelessly against her, so tired but still fighting furiously.

"He said he was going to be here and he's not here! Why isn't he here?! Doesn't he love me anymore?!"

She could feel her heart breaking in two, bleeding all over his dinosaur bedsheets, as tears rolled down her face and his.

"Neddy please. He'll be back tomorrow. I promise you, your Daddy loves you so much."

"Daddy!" His voice screamed into the night and Kate didn't know what to do anymore. Her own shoulders heaving as she stumbled across the room, heart ripping itself into pieces as she waited and waited, and finally-

"Katie? Is everything okay?"

Anthony's warm, sleepy voice filled spread through her, calming her just a little though her voice still wobbled as Edmund screamed in the background.

"Um... No."

She burst into tears as well, properly, all the stress and anxiety she'd been carrying for the last few months seeping out of her. "He won;t stop crying I just- I don't know what to do."

"Deep breaths okay. It's okay, he's just scared. Put me on speaker."

Anthony's voice filled the room seconds later, "Sprout, what are you doing up so late?"

Edmund went rigid, hiccuping, his tiny shoulders heaving, "Daddy?"

"Yeah Buddy, I'm right here. Remember how I said sometimes I have to go and help other people? That's what I'm doing right now okay? But I still love you and Mummy so much, and I'll be right back tomorrow. Soon as I can I promise." His voice was so gentle it made Kate's own chest ache as he started singing a nursery rhyme, Edmund's tears slowing util they stopped altogether, his eyes fluttering closed and finally Kate let out a shuddering sigh.

"Thank you. I'm so sorry, I don't-he's never been like that before and I should've-"

"Kate, it's fine. That's what I'm here for. He's just worried, because he doesn't understand and he's scared I'm going to go away and not come back." Not for the first time Kate felt anger flicker in her chest for everything that had been taken from all three of them, but Edmund especially, completely innocent in all of this. "when he sees I keep coming home, he'll be just fine. And you know that too right? I'm always going to come home to you. Always."

"Yeah, I know that too."

They stayed on the phone until they both fell asleep, Edmund curled against her chest, clinging desperately to her.

And the next day, Anthony came home, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a viking hat, scooped his son onto his shoulders new hat atop his head, his arms wrapped tightly around her chest, and it felt a little bit like the rest of her had come home as well.