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fatkish · 3 months ago

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Demon Child Pt. 7

After the battle, Tanjiro and the others brought you back to the butterfly estate to get you medical attention. Shinobu found out that your wounds heal slightly faster than normal but it still takes time. You had been unconscious since you used up too much of your healing powers. Tengen had met with Ubuyashiki and gave him more details of both the battle and of your abilities. Kagaya had been informed of you seeing Muzan in your mind and he was deeply worried for you as were the other Hashira. You had been asleep for a few weeks when you finally woke up. Only to pretend to sleep since Sanemi was in the room. “Oi quit that! I know you’re awake! I know you saw me! I’m not gonna hurt you” Sanemi shouted.

You carefully peeked out from under the blanket. You had been scared of Sanemi and Kagaya wanted Sanemi to spend some time with you so that you wouldn’t be afraid of him. Plus the other Hashira were busy so he was the only one to look after you. “C’mon kid, let’s go.” Sanemi growled as he picked you up by the back of your shirt and set you on his hip as he walked out of the butterfly mansion with a bag of stuff for you, scowling at anyone and everyone. Sanemi didn’t have any missions and you still needed to be looked after since your shoulder wasn’t yet fully healed.

When Sanemi visited the Butterfly estate, Shinobu told him how to properly clean and care for your shoulder and even gave him some ointment to apply to your wounds as well as some spare clothes in a bag. You held on tightly to Sanemi and hid your face in his chest. You started tracing along his scars and followed them with your finger. When Sanemi got to his estate, he walked inside before removing both your guy’s shoes. He gently set you down on the floor and began walking off further into his home. You stood there at the door not really knowing if you should follow him or not. Sanemi ended up poking his head around the corner. “Well ya gonna follow me or not, kid?” He asked.

You waddled off towards him and around the corner. Once you rounded the corner you walked into Sanemi’s kitchen. Sanemi set your bag down on the floor, “alright, I’m going to make us something to eat and then we’re gonna work on your blood demon art. Ya got that?” Sanemi asked with a grumpy attitude. You tilted your head and looked at him, “what is blood demon art?” You asked. Sanemi paused in making ohagi and turned to you. “What, don’t play dumb, you know that bubble thing you do” he commented as he worked.

You had never consciously activated your blood demon art. You had no idea how Sanemi was planning on training you. You sat and watched as Sanemi continued to make Ohagi. After setting the ingredients aside for later, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before walking outside and setting you down. “Alright kid, I’m going to attack you and you’re going to activate your blood demon art to keep me away, got it?” He asked. “Uh huh” you nodded. “Good” Sanemi said.

He walked a few feet away before turning around and grabbing a practice sword. He took a deep breath before quickly running at you at full speed. He swung his sword and hit you as you tried to dodge. You cried in pain and Sanemi winced. “Don’t just dodge, you need to stop me from attacking you or getting close to you!” He shouted. He then continued his assault, he tried to thrust his sword into your stomach but you managed to dodge to the side. You ran away trying to gain some distance but Sanemi got in front of you and knocked you back. “Don’t just run away! Haven’t you been listening? You need to defend yourself!” Sanemi shouted. He continued this for a while, him attacking you and you trying to dodge him.

He was starting to get worried that you wouldn’t be able to activate your blood demon art and that he’s been beating up a kid for no reason. You were tired and in pain and wanted to stop, you wanted Sanemi to stop. “Kid, you gotta imagine that I’m an enemy, a demon, one that’s trying to kill you!” Sanemi shouted. “But, you not enemy!” You shouted back. Sanemi paused hearing that. He took a deep breath and launched himself at you, hitting you square in the stomach, and knocking the wind out of you. You were sent flying back and landed with a thud before rolling to a stop. You laid on your back as you struggled to catch your breath, you saw out of the corner of your eye that Sanemi was heading straight for you.

Panicked, and still trying to regain your breath and recover, you got scared. As you laid on your back, unable to move, you pictured Sanemi as the scary red eyed man from your last vision. Desperate to keep Sanemi away, you activated your blood demon art, creating a small bubble around yourself that was a few feet in diameter. Unable to stop himself, Sanemi ran right into it, gaining a few deep cuts and slashes. “Shit!” He seethed as he jumped back. Seeing as he stopped and seeing the blood, you managed to regain your breath and got on your feet. You waddled over to him and saw him kneeling, holding his arm tightly to stop the bleeding. “Shit” you said.

Sanemi looked at you in shock, realizing his mistake in cussing in front of you. You licked your hand and touched his arm, you watched as his cuts began to close and heal, leaving no trace of themselves. “Don’t you ever say that word, you hear me?” Sanemi said. You tilted your head at him trying to recall what you said. “Shit?” You questioningly asked. Sanemi quickly covered your mouth with his hand, “don’t say that! It’s a bad word!” Sanemi scolded you. “But Nemi says it” you argued. “Yeah, cause Nemi’s an adult but you’re a kid so you can’t say it” Sanemi told you. You crossed your arms and huffed. “Don’t you take that attitude with me!” He growled. You smiled and giggled.

You were tired and exhausted so you fell backwards. “Shit” Sanemi managed to catch you and saw that your bandages needed changing. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up so I can change those bandages.” Sanemi spoke. He gently scooped you up and brought you into his bathroom where he started warming up the water before helping you get undressed and setting your clothes aside to be washed. He carefully unwrapped the bandage around your shoulder and began to carefully clean the area. He remembered all the times he had to help his younger siblings bathe and smiled gently as he reminisced.

He carefully and gently cleaned your skin and gently washed your hair before pouring water on top of you to rinse the suds off. After he got you nice and clean, he started to dry you off. Realizing he forgot to bring in a new set of clothes for you, he got up and left the room to go grab you some clothes and the bandages plus ointment for your shoulder that Shinobu gave him. “Alright, stay here” he said as he left. He walked into the kitchen and picked up your bag of stuff before turning around to see you standing right behind him. “What did I say?” He asked with a tic mark on his forehead.

You quickly turned and started running from him, still completely naked. “Hey! Stop! You’re going to catch a cold! Get back here!” Sanemi shouted as he began to chase you around the house. “Oi! Stop!” He shouted as you giggled at him. After a few minutes Sanemi managed to catch you. He brought you to his room where he sat you down and started applying the ointment to your injured shoulder before wrapping it in bandages. After that he got you dress and sighed as he leaned back on his hands. He hasn’t done anything like this in so long and he couldn’t help but smile as he remembered his family fondly. You reminded him of his little siblings.

He gently ruffled your hair as you wrapped your arms around him. “Nemi, hungry” you said. “Alright, I’ll get you something to eat.” Sanemi said as he got up and walked to the kitchen with you following after him. Sanemi pulled out some Ohagi and plated up a few for both of you. As he began to eat, you just stared at it. “C’mon kid, it’s just Ohagi, eat it” Sanemi said. You looked at it strangely, “what Ohagi?” You asked. Sanemi’s eyes widened as he realized you must have never had any before. He sighed and picked one up off your plate before holding it to your mouth, “here, just take a bite” he said. You did as instructed and took a bite. You chewed a bit before smiling and taking the ohagi from him and continuing with eating it.

You hummed in delight. “Yummy” you said. Sanemi smiled and continued eating before noticing you had crumbs on your face. He grabbed a rag and held your face and began to wipe it clean. “You got crumbs all over you” he grumbled. You just giggled and smiled. After you both ate, Sanemi saw that it was late and decided to get you both ready for bed. While he laid out the futons, he made sure that you brushed your teeth. After you brushed your teeth you crawled into your futon before bidding Sanemi goodnight. “Night night, Nemi” you called. You slowly began to close your eyes and before long, your breathing evened out and you were asleep. Sanemi smiled as he watched you fall asleep before slowly closing his own eyes.

As you slept, you found yourself back in that dark void again. You got up and began to wander around. As you walked you hoped you wouldn’t run into the scary man again. As you continued to walk, you saw a figure in the distance. Slowly approaching the figure, you realized it was the six-eyed man from before. “Koku” you mumbled. You walked over to him before putting your hand on his pant leg and looking up at him. He looked around before looking down at you. “You again” he said. You smiled up at him. “Hi Koku” you said. Kokushibo wasn’t used to children not being afraid of him. He looked down at you, then he remembered the meeting the upper moons had after Daki and Gyutaro died.

Back inside the infinity castle, Kokushibo sat listening to the other demons. “You asked about upper one earlier, he’s the first one I summoned. In fact, he’s been here all along” Nakime said. “I’ve been here the entire time” Kokushibo spoke as he sat on his knees. “It seems, Lord Muzan… has arrived.” He spoke. Looking up, you could see Muzan, he had vials, Petri dishes and books spread out on the table in front of him as he dropped some blood into a vial from an eye dropper. “Gyutaro is no longer with us. Meaning the upper ranks are now incomplete.” He spoke as he continued to work with the vials.

Kokushibo remembered what Muzan had said. “If you come across a half demon child, one with h/c hair, e/c eyes and s/t skin, bring them to me. They are important and I want them alive. So try not to harm them. And if they are with demon slayers, kill the slayers and bring me the child” Kokushibo remembered his orders. Although it wasn’t like he could bring the child with him right now. But maybe he could gain some information from the child. Kokushibo looked down at you, you were smiling up at him. “Bye bye” you said. “Wait…” Kokushibo spoke. But you had already removed your hand and your connection to him was gone. Kokushibo sighed, at least he knew you were alive and hadn’t been killed yet.

#kokushibo x reader #sanemi x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x child reader #kny sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer kokushibo #kokushibo

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every-aj-needs-an-angel · 1 year ago

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I read this amazing idea and this sorta wrote itself. I hope it's everything you were hoping for @piratefishmama

"ugh. fuck," Steve groaned into his pillow. He'd never felt worse.

What the hell happened last night?

It was dark, but there was daylight trying to peek through the curtains, so it must be morning.

Wait. Curtains?

Steve didn't own curtains, and neither did Robin.

Steve tried to focus his alcohol-soaked brain on his surroundings; he was in a hotel room, that much was obvious, and there was a napkin sitting under last night's wine glass on the bedside table, but as he reached over to rescue it, Steve caught a glimpse of a ring on his finger. Weird. Steve didn't often wear jewellery, rarely ever wore rings but... ah! Vegas!

Of course! Their post-firing Vegas trip. Steve turned his head on the pillow and automatically regretted it.

"ugh. robin," Steve murmured, "Robin," he tried a bit louder. She was still ignoring him, curled up in all the blankets, sleeping peacefully when Steve was suffering. Such a blanket hog, Steve thought churlishly. "ROBIN! Ow, fuck!" Steve hid his face back in his pillow, shouting was not the way to go.

"stop yelling," the body in the blankets grouched. Because holy fuck that most definitely was not Robin! "Who the fuck is Robin?" the guy groaned, finally deigning to stick his head out of the covers.

Steve lifted his head and blinked owlishly. That was a face he most definitely did not know. Jesus Christ! Steve launched himself upright, only just realising that he was fucking starkers in bed with a complete stranger. "Who the fuck are you?"

The guy had the nerve to smirk as Steve tried and failed to cover his modesty, but at least had the decency to pretend to be removing the sleep from his eyes in order to give him a modicum of privacy.

"Eddie," he introduced with a half-wave, that stupid grin still gracing his lovely features, "wha' 'bout you, Big Boy?" Eddie asked, cheekily waggling his eyebrows at Steve.

Steve could feel the blush burning his cheeks, he didn’t have control of enough of his faculties to deal with this, going home and pretending this never happened seemed like a great idea right about now. Steve slid himself to the edge of the bed, placing his head delicately in his hands, gearing himself up to get moving, preferably without seeing the contents of his stomach. “Steve,” he muttered.

He could hear movement from the other side of the bed, the sheets moving sounding like Eddie was rolling a dumper truck through the room, followed by a blissful silence that was only broken by a quiet "err, Steve?"

"yeah?" he whispered, not that it really did anything to ease the throbbing in his skull.

Eddie moved again and when Steve looked over, Eddie had leaned across the bed onto the pillow Steve had vacated, trying to get a better look at his hunched form, worrying his lip. Odd, he doesn't seem the type. "You aren't- are you? Wearing a ring?"

Huh? Steve's eyebrows scrunched together, he's not exactly used to waking up in bed with a stranger, but minor lifestyle choices aren't one of Steve's main concerns right now. "Yeah. Why? Men can't wear jewellery?" Steve sniped.

Eddie rolled his eyes so hard he was in danger of losing them, lifting both hands to show Steve the many rings he wore on his fingers. "No. Don't be dense!" Eddie reproached, waited a moment and sighed deeply at Steve's visible confusion, "Look at the finger it's on."

Shifting his left hand in front of his face, Steve glared at the plain gold band glinting up at him from his ring finger. It took a second but when the realisation finally dawned it knocked all the breath out of him, "oh. shit."

Steve looked over at Eddie wide-eyed to find him nodding in agreement with the sentiment. "Yeah. Oh. Shit." Eddie echoed.

This just didn't make sense! It'd been a long time since Steve had consumed so much alcohol, he probably hadn't been that drunk since high school, yet somehow someone thought he was in a fit state to enter into a legal contract! "I don't even- they can't've let us? We were drunk!"

Eddie just shrugs, doesn't look even nearly upset enough for Steve's liking. Steve glares at him trying to convey how insane this situation is, Eddie just gives him a look that says "it is what it is". Steve continued glaring, an internal monologue of this is insane, why aren't you freaking out? I'm freaking out! We're strangers and now we're married and oh god we're gonna have to get divorced! I'm gonna be divorced! I don't wanna be divorced! which clearly just frustrates him because Eddie just throws his hands in the air and shouts, "We're in Vegas!"

And suddenly all the fight sucks out of Steve, he slumps back over covering his face with his hands, feeling the slide of metal against his cheek and mutters "fuck. we're in vegas."

But he didn't come here alone! Robin! His best friend and platonic soul mate. And oh how Steve adores her because she's smart, she'll know what to do! "I need to find Robin!" Steve decides, jumping up off the bed, and immediately standing perfectly still so the room stops spinning. I just need to get dressed and find Robin, she'll know how to fix this!

Eddie still hasn't moved from his spot, lounging elegantly across the pillows, the sheet draped gracefully over him like some kind of artist's model. He raises a judgemental eyebrow at Steve, "Robin?"

Unhooking his jeans from the lampshade, Steve grins at Eddie, he's not the first person to assume they're an item. "My best friend," Steve clarifies, but Eddie doesn't look convinced, if anything he looks even more pissed off, his face doing that complicated, pissed off, 'I'm assuming I'm being lied to', twist snarl.

Steve looks, really looks, at Eddie. Steve doesn't know much about him, other than the fact that he's incredibly pretty because really eyes that big and beautiful should only be allowed on magazine covers! He's completely covered in tattoos, which is so hot, not to mention those rings! And he's cheeky as fuck and absolutely unafraid to stand up for himself, which is a first for Steve. People who don't know him usually find him a little intimidating, which is insane, but Robin assures him it's a them thing, not a him thing. And although that's barely anything to know about a person, Steve'd already dearly love to know who'd dare to hurt him, he'd just like to chat, honest. "She's a lesbian," he adds, just to really drive his point home.

It seems to surprise Eddie, his eyebrows shoot up before he grins back at Steve, all teeth and sparkling eyes, trying to hide his face in his mane! Because that's really the only way to describe the majesty of his hair. And oh he's blushing, that's adorable. Eddie clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter, "oh. Yeah. I should probably find Chris," he agrees like he's saying what he's thinking out loud, quickly clarifying, "she also likes women."

They're smiling gently at one another when the phone starts to ring, Steve striding back to the bedside to answer it, hearing Robin shout "Steveeeeee!!"

That sets the ringing off in Steve's ears again, ow! "Robin, shh!" Steve chastises.

Robin's uninhibited by Steve's grouchiness, "I just wanted to say... Congratulations!" she singsongs.

"You know about that?!" Steve's utterly bewildered, surely she wouldn't...

"We were there!" she shouts excitably, as though she'd personally been invited to Area 51, instead of witnessing something as stupid as Steve getting married, while too drunk to even remember the name of his husband.

husband! Steve thinks pathetically.

"we?" he asks meekly, hoping beyond hope he hadn't done something ridiculous like invite his mother or his ex.

"Me and Chris!" Robin shouts, in the background he hears another voice woo-hoo and then say something incomprehensible that makes Robin giggle.

Steve sighs, rolls his eyes because of course! And purposefully catching his eye, smiles exasperatedly at Eddie, "they're together," he informs him.

Eddie snorts a laugh and shrugs, "makes sense," he murmurs as though this is all completely normal behaviour. Maybe it is for them, Steve doesn't bloody know.

Turning back to his phone conversation, Steve asks, "Why'd you let me do that, Rob?" It comes out as whiny and pathetic as he feels, forcefully rubbing his forehead to try to ease the tension building there.

Robin barks a laugh, and she's right it is funny, no one's ever been able to stop Steve from doing anything he set his mind to. Doesn't mean he doesn't want someone else to blame for the fact that he doesn't remember his own wedding and that he's going to be divorced before he's thirty!

"You're in LOVE, Stevie! Who am I to stand in the way of love?"

Robin always manages to explain the most bizarre things as though they're completely ordinary, making them sound almost reasonable. It baffles Steve every damn time. Like she just said "You were sick Steve, so I took you to the doctor" instead of "You're in love with someone you met yesterday, so the obvious solution was a drunken wedding"!

Steve sighed, trying not to be annoyed with her, "Bobbie, I met Eddie less than 24 hours ago! What am I, a fucking Disney Princess?" the vitriol soaking his words would've upset most people, but Robin never flinched, even when he was being the world's biggest dick.

He could practically hear her eye roll through the phone, "No Dingus, you're not a Princess!" she sounded almost sympathetic for a second, but she couldn't hold back the bubble of laughter, "You're a King!" she proclaimed, cackling so hard she snorted.

She hadn't let up about "King Steve" since she’d found his yearbook, signed by all his dickhead "friends". She thought high school cliques were ridiculous, thought prom was even worse, and the idea that Steve had been so popular he'd been elected as an imaginary sovereign as part of their fabricated hierarchy had her rolling around the floor laughing for a solid ten minutes.

"Jesus Christ!" Steve muttered pinching the bridge of his nose, nothing was ever as funny as she thought it was when she was drunk, especially not when she was funny-drunk and he wasn't nearly drunk enough.

Robin stopped laughing abruptly and gasped as though she'd forgotten something. "Steve. Stevie. Evievievie! Guess what, I haven't been to bed yet!" she declared proudly. Steve had no idea what time it was, but as far as he knew the last time she'd slept had been on the plane, and that hadn't exactly been for very long.

"Maybe it's time for bed then?" Steve reasoned, trying to hold on to the last of his patience.

"No! Nooo, I'm with a girl," she whispered conspiratorially. oh jesus! Like he didn't know that!

He was far too sober for this Robin, it was fine when she'd do it in a club, wander over and be all "Steve, I've been dancing with a girl!" mainly because he was drunk enough to join in with her level of wonderment (even though he'd just watched her do it). Right now though, with the weight of his life choices on his shoulders, trying to wrangle his best friend was driving him slightly mad.

"I know," he whispered back. He could hear the pings and dings of the casino in the background, but other than her gentle breathing, Robin had gone suddenly eerily quiet.

He was just about to ask if she'd nodded off upright (it wouldn't be the first time) when Robin and Chris whined loudly, "We're bored, Steve!" jesus fuck! He had to move the phone away from his ear, so his skull didn't crack open. The fact that they said it simultaneously being equal parts creepy and adorable.

It was then that Eddie's stomach rumbled noisily, he'd been quiet and still the whole time Steve was on the phone, not even looking in his direction apart from when Steve spoke directly to him. That was until Steve's stomach grumbled in agreement, Eddie glancing up at Steve through his lashes, amusement dancing in his eyes and god when he smiled like that!

When was the last time any of them ate? Robin hadn't shut up about Vegas' newest waffle place (that had basically inspired the whole trip) since she'd heard about it from Gina in accounting. Maybe some food would do them all some good.

"What about some breakfast?" Steve suggested, he still had his eyes locked with Eddie's and found he wasn't just talking to Robin. Eddie nodded coyly, getting off the bed to gather his clothes from wherever they'd been flung.

"Oooh!! That's a great idea! You're so smart, Steve! I love you!" Robin squealed in his ear and Steve yanked his eyes away from Eddie as he sauntered naked around the room, staring purposefully at the napkin on the bedside, absentmindedly playing with the ring on his finger.

"I love you, too. You going for waffles?"

Steve liked to check in, it wasn't that he thought Robin was incapable of taking care of herself. He just worried. The love he felt for his found family had a depth he'd never thought himself capable of, and Steve didn't even know who he'd be without Robin by his side.

But Robin always knew him better than he knew himself, could practically taste the pensive thoughts through the line, "We're going for waffles, Dingus! Don't forget your husband!" she yelled and hung up.

"jesus fucking christ!" he muttered to himself, putting the phone down.

A husband! Steve didn't even have a job, let alone a career, but he somehow now had a husband. And the thing was, Steve couldn't even say he hated the idea. He didn't particularly like the idea of marrying someone he couldn't remember knowing, but he knew he'd always been one to fall too hard, too fast. His fuckbuddies were different, he could separate his emotions from sex under that context but the moment an actual relationship was mentioned suddenly Steve was all-in.

Maybe Eddie was an all-in kinda guy too?

Eddie had seemed flustered at first but he relaxed into it pretty quickly. It was intriguing to meet someone so laidback and spontaneous. Steve and Robin were always pretty happy-go-lucky, jumping from job to job without giving it much thought. But out of everyone they knew, they seemed to be the outliers, it was nice to meet such a free spirit.

Not that Steve had always been this way, of course, it was all Robin's good influence. From as small as he could remember his parents had brought him up to care more about what everyone else thought, than about his own thoughts, wants and opinions and honestly, it had him wound tighter than a springboard for the first twenty years of his life.

It was Robin who'd taught him that it was okay to do what he wanted to do, when he wanted to do it, that what he wanted mattered. It took a while but she got him to get to know himself, the real him, not the guy his parents wanted him to be. Steve kinda hoped he’d be able to get to know Eddie, like really get to know him, beyond just breakfast with their respective best friends.

Speaking of, Steve looked around to find Eddie had left the bathroom door wide open, a clear invitation to join him. Steve faltered for a second because they should probably talk first but honestly, it'd been a long time since Steve had felt as good as he did when Eddie smiled at him and he was kind of sick of denying himself things that felt good.

Fuck it!

As he shuffled towards the bathroom, Steve rescued the rest of his clothes from the floor, his shirt was still tucked inside his jacket, dropped carelessly just inside the room door. A vision flashed in Steve's mind, he and Eddie in the lift, he was shirtless and rutting against Eddie as they frantically made out, watching in the mirror behind him as Eddie licked and nibbled down his neck.

Holy shit! Steve had only ever that horny for someone in public in the relative privacy of a club bathroom stall. Anyone could've joined them in that elevator, hell there might've been someone in there with them, he didn't think there was but he couldn't remember. They were lucky they hadn't been arrested! Anywhere else and they might've been, but luckily Vegas was well known as the City of Sin. Hopefully, the hotel security were just used to it.

There was steam pouring from the bathroom by the time he'd pulled himself from his musings, the mirror above the sink showing nothing but a blurry outline of himself, not that he needed it to know he looked rough. The shower door, like the bathroom one, had purposefully been left wide open, steam billowing out along with Eddie's voice.

Because Eddie was singing, loud and angelic, over the sounds of the shower. It wasn't a song Steve recognised, something about the sun, the moon and a seal, Eddie could've been making it up for all he knew. Not that Steve cared, it was sublime. Pulling him in like a siren song, Steve couldn't help himself, he just kept inching closer.

And as heavenly as Eddie’s voice was, which was truly one of the most exquisite voices Steve had ever heard. It was nothing in comparison to the vision Steve was greeted with as he finally reached the shower. Eddie had his head tipped back, rinsing Steve's expensive shampoo out of his hair, the length of his neck alone had Steve salivating. There was a little tattoo poking out from under his earlobe that was practically begging to be investigated. And a single freckle sitting just to the left of his sternum that he felt the overwhelming urge to lick.

Steve didn't get more than a cursory glance at the rest of him because it was then that Eddie straightened up as though he'd sensed Steve's presence. As he wiped the excess water from his face with his hands, Steve noticed that Eddie had removed all of his rings except the shiny gold band that joined them, almost like he hadn't wanted to take it off.

Another vision came to him, of him sliding that very ring onto Eddie's finger, of him taking Eddie's hand and kissing the still cold metal, glancing up at a grinning, misty-eyed Eddie through his lashes, an overwhelming surge of joy exploding through his chest.

It made Steve giddy and he was suddenly unable to wipe the stupid smile off his face, Eddie beamed back, warm and inviting, little droplets of water catching in his eyelashes from the pressure of the spray hitting his skin as he'd watched Steve remember.

The breath was knocked out of him when he immediately felt the overwhelming need to touch Eddie, to be in his space, to kiss him so thoroughly that neither of them knew where one of them began and the other one ended.

And Eddie must be some kind of mind reader because a truly mischievous look overtook his features as he reached out his ringed hand to Steve's to yank him under the torrent and into his arms, giggling cheekily when he pushed Steve back against the freezing cold shower wall, happily swallowing Steve's shocked gasp.

Part 2

#i wrote so much i had to split it into chapters #i apologise in advance for all the tense changes and terrible grammar if i proof read this again it'll end up in the bin #the song eddie is singing is n.i.b by black sabbath if anyone is interested #steddie vegas au #steddie au #steddie #platonic stobin #platonic eddissy #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #steve's pov #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #aj writes

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9haharharley1 · 6 months ago

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Either some hurt/comfort Pompeo or something really cute about Danny and Vlad cuddling and kissing and just being really loving with each other. Bonus on the cuddling if it's this Bender's art they did

I went with cute cuddling and kissing, but not based on any art, so I hope that's OK! I don't think I've ever written just straight fluff for these two, and I needed a bit of a pallete cleanser after the last fic. One day, I will write for Bender's art, I'm a big fan of their stuff!

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Danny woke slowly, warm and cozy, and... exceedingly warm. His skin was starting to grow clammy with sweat, and he groaned, struggling to roll over and at least stick a foot out from under the blankets, but there was an arm around his waist that wasn't letting him move. Brow furrowing, Danny opened his eyes, blinking slowly as his vision struggled to adjust.

A pale chest, lightly dusted with little silver hairs, met his gaze, and he groaned again, squeezing his eyes closed, but not without a small grin pulling at his lips. He was torn between pushing away from the man snuggling him and burying even deeper into the covers.

The heat won.

Danny struggled a little, trying to roll over and kick his legs out, but the arm tightened around him. It kept him from moving anywhere except to squirm uselessly.

"Good morning, Daniel," came Vlad's sleep-soft voice in his hair, a hint of a smile in his tone, and Danny huffed again.

"Morning to you, too," he grumbled, smiling despite himself. "Let me up."

Vlad hummed. He buried his face further in Danny's hair. "No, I don't think I will." He feigned a snore.

"Oh, you -!" Danny barely had enough room to wiggle hid arms up under the arm trapping him, pushing at Vlad's firm chest. "Let me up, you jerk!"

"This pillow's awfully noisy," Vlad said. His other arm came up under Danny's waist, wrapping around him tight. Danny laughed as it tickled his side. "And squirmy. Pillows aren't supposed to squirm."

"Cu- haha! Cut it out!" Danny kicked and shoved, well aware he could use his powers to get free, but where was the fun in that?

He managed to squirm his way down, pressed to the Vlad's stomach, where he bit playfully. It didn't do much, but Vlad tried to grab his arms to haul him back up. Danny ducked under the blankets, barely making his escape out of the needlessly large (warm, soft, cozy, comfortable) bed. He cheered his freedom as he set a foot on the floor, only to yelp as hands grabbed his sides and yanked him back.

"Oh, no, you don't!"

Danny laughed as he fell back in bed, head falling onto Vlad's stomach. At least he was out from under the covers. A big hand found his hair, fingers combing through sleep-mussed strands. Danny rolled onto his side, one hand curled under him, the other under his cheek on Vlad's hot skin, scratching lightly. Vlad lay with his head propped on his pillow, smiling down at him.

"Morning..." Danny mumbled, grinning back. "Want to take a shower with me?"

Vlad pretended to think about it, lips pursed as he gazed in the direction of his huge bathroom. "Hm... I suppose I could."

Danny stuck his tongue out at him. "Oh, please! Like you don't want to take the opportunity to see me wet and naked."

"Well, when you put it like that..." Vlad shrugged. He tugged lightly at Danny's hair. "Come here..."

Danny couldn't say no when his lover's voice sounded so gentle at such a request. He pushed up to his hands and knees, throwing an arm and a leg over Vlad to straddle him as he crawled up the length of his body. Vlad's hand found his hair again, the other cupping his cheek, and Danny leaned down to meet him in a sweet kiss. Vlad sighed against his lips, Danny tangling a hand in long, silver hair.

"You need to brush your teeth," Vlad muttered against him. Danny snorted a laugh.

"So do you." He kissed him again.

"I also need to pee," Vlad admitted, and Danny, the little shit that he was sometimes, rested most of his weight just above Vlad's groin with a grin. Vlad groaned. "No, get off me!"

"Aw, I thought you wanted to kiss me!" Danny laughed as Vlad rolled onto his side. He let out an "Omph!" as Vlad rolled on top of him, pinning his wrists up by his head. Danny grinned. "Hey."

"Hello." Vlad's smile was so tender and sweet as he gazed down at him, and Danny felt a fluttering in his belly. He leaned up, meeting Vlad in another kiss, longer this time.

When they pulled away, Vlad bumping his nose to Danny's, Danny felt flush in his cheeks. "So... shower?"

Vlad mumbled his assent before kissing him gently again. He got up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching his arms above him. Danny rolled onto his side to watch the muscles in his lover's back ripple, dopey smile on his face. Vlad looked over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out when he noticed Danny staring.

"You can use the bathroom first," Danny said.

"Oh, you're too kind, little badger." Vlad did another quick stretch as he stood. "I'll start the shower. Join me when you're ready."

Danny nodded, watching him walk into the bathroom, still smiling. Once Vlad was out of sight, Danny laid on his back, stretching his arms and legs out as far as he could. He sighed, comfortable, content.

Warm.

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perfectlyoongi · 1 month ago

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OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who still hides the television remote control in your childhood room. when you two were younger, whoever had the television remote control was the king of the house; as such, you and Jimin spent endless hours hiding and finding the remote, ending up in a sort of hide-and-seek game. both you and Jimin ran around the house shouting and stomping around looking for the control in the most random places, while the other stayed on the couch, resting, watching what they wanted. and what better place to hide than the most obvious place of all? without fail, every time, Jimin hid the remote in your room: inside the toy box, among your stuffed animals, under the bed, anywhere you could expect. and, without fail, every time, you pretended that you didn’t know where the remote was; in a way, you didn’t want to ruin that tradition of yours. a tradition that has spread to adult days and that will always exist in the house you and Jimin grew up in together. “you’ll never guess where i hid the remote. even if you had it right in front of your nose, you didn’t know you were seeing it. today the television is mine. you can give up now.”

OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who puts hair dye in your shampoo when you use his skin products. when you were still in your early teens and constantly forgot to buy or ask to buy your skin care products, you always opted for the most logical solution: you would use your brother’s products. i mean, it was just one day or another, there was no way he could notice. but he always noticed. and he continues to notice. when you end up sleeping at his house unplanned, you would always end up using one or another of Jimin’s products. and he already knew you were going to do it. especially because your definition of ‘just a little’ could be considered obsolete. there was no other way: you stole Jimin’s products, so Jimin had to take revenge — it’s written in the book of siblings. but, honestly, you were already doing it on purpose. the dyes used were temporary, but Jimin’s laughs were eternal and if you needed to wear yellow, pink or green in your hair to make him happy, then so be it. “it looks like the head of a pineapple, oh my god! it was the best choice so far. you will forever be my pineapple, it’s decided.”

OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who every year does an embarrassing photoshoot as a calendar for your parents. Jimin was an expert at forcing smiles to make people laugh and striking poses so out of place that not even you knew how he thought about them; so, embracing your most peculiar side, you got together with Jimin every year to surprise your parents. it had been a tradition you started when your parents needed to leave town at the start of a new year: you were just seven years old with a polaroid camera, that you held together with tape, and an idea drawn with crayons — one fun afternoon, you and Jimin managed to create a small calendar that still hangs on the fridge next to the year’s calendar. “what if we wore the same clothes this year? imagine a black background and us dressed in yellow! perfect ducklings for their parents, what do you think?”

OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who watches cartoons with you on the weekends. still with your eyes half closed and dragging your feet, you and Jimin would meet at eight in the morning on the couch when you slept in the same house. always sitting next to you, Jimin gently covered your legs with a blanket while you turned on the television to the children’s channel. and for a few minutes, sometimes even hours, you and Jimin just enjoyed a lazy morning in each other’s comfort. with his head lying on your shoulder, Jimin struggled to keep his eyes open; you, constantly changing the volume of the television, always tried to wake yourself up with the cartoons. during that time, when the day is about to start but there is still peace, you and Jimin would gently wake up in each other’s company. every morning shared with you, Jimin felt again like that child who just had a little sibling — it was a happiness he would never experience again, just trying to achieve. “today’s cartoons are so strange. i don’t even know if there’s any decen—oooh — decent one. put on channel three, there’s usually good stuff.”

OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who always takes the blame for your mischief since you were 5. Jimin still remembered when your parents would come home and go straight to his room to ground him because you broke a vase or destroyed one of your mother’s plants, or dirty the couch. back then, Jimin would get so upset with you that he wouldn’t talk to you for the rest of the entire week; after all, he always taught you to be honest, why did you let him take the blame? but now, when he saw you grow up and go through so many tribulations, Jimin was the one who suggested you blame him: why should your parents punish you, when he could listen to their lecture and not suffer any scolding? you could count on Jimin. he was always ready to help you. after all, that’s what an older brother is for. “i can’t believe you stole dad’s keys and ended up with a speeding ticket. you could be more careful, you know? fine, tell dad i was the one driving. i’ll pay the fine, don’t worry.”

OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who reads you children’s stories on stormy nights. the winter you turned six, your parents had a dinner that lasted most of the night — as such, they made Jimin look after you. but on that particular night, a noisy storm shook the entire house and even woke you up abruptly. Jimin was quick to go to you and, while the thunder sounded loud outside and the rain beat intensely against your bedroom window, Jimin grabbed the flashlight that your parents kept in the kitchen and, after lying down next to you on your bed, he started reading to you the fantastic and magical stories that you loved so much. since that day, it was almost tradition for him to relive that comfort on more troubled days; when you were in each other’s company, Jimin would take you on different adventures with the melody of his voice and you would fall asleep almost immediately, feeling all the security that only your brother could give you. “i know there’s no storm there, but it hasn’t stopped thundering here yet. and i think it’s really strange to spend a night like this without reading you a story. it’s stupid, i know. you don’t have to say yes.”

OLDER-BROTHER!JIMIN who has been putting notes in your wallet/bag since you learned how to read. when you finally entered school and began to discover the fantastic world of letters and words, you were completely overjoyed. almost every day, you just wanted to prove to everything and everyone that you were intelligent and that you knew how to read everything and that they should be proud of you in the same way you were proud of yourself. and Jimin found that funny. such a small child, discovering a fragment of the world and thinking they had just solved the greatest mystery in the universe. Jimin didn’t want this fantastic flame of yours, this innocent magic of yours, to be extinguished. that’s why, for as long as he could remember, he’d put little notes in your backpack or wallet so you’d have something to read and brag about to friends and families. and he knew this would be a tradition that would never end — you looked so cute when you read Jimin’s words with your eyes shining with joy. “when you were eight, you asked me why flowers only bloom in spring. i told you there were flowers all year round, just different varieties. and you just said ‘but why do the prettiest ones only grow in spring?’ and i’ve been thinking about it ever since. until i realized that it was the adversity of the winter that shaped them. there is never beauty without destruction. and you are beyond beautiful.”

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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year ago

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― pairing : Minho x fem! reader ― content warnings : wolf AU, reader is a witch, soulmates, this is pure filth honestly, implied choking kink, mirror sex, overstimulaton, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 2.723

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

Strong hands gripped your naked hips, short nails drawing small crescent moon shapes as they sank into your tender skin, as you were riding the boy sprawled on the grass under you. The front leather laces of his shirt were untied, so that the shirt was half-open and allowed you to scratch long red lines along his toned and tan chest. He bent his knees, placing his feet on the floor, and he begun thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway and causing you to jolt forward, using his torso as a support while your nails sank into his skin as well.

«Miss?» a sweet, concerned voice made you snap out of your thoughts. «Are you okay?» You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself with a deep sigh, before looking back at the old lady in front of you with a gentle smile.

«Yes, I’m sorry.» you offered, as you put the small ampoules and the herbs you just purchased into your basket. «I can’t remember if I locked the front door of my house.» you lied.

The lady’s eyes widened, her lips erupting into a knowing smile. «Oh, it happens to me too, an awfully lot of times!» You excused yourself, politely saying goodbye before leaving, and rushed out of the shop. Few steps later, you hid yourself in the partial shadows of a hidden hallway, and you leaned your back against the wall, the hand that was not holding your basket flying on top of your heart just to feel it hammering against your fingers.

Since you can remember, you have always had the gift of foresight, your visions always showing up unexpectedly. The most random visions would come up in your mind at the most unexpected times; sometimes you’d see that in three weeks, you would crave eating soup, sometimes you’d see your neighbour showing up at your door just to ask you out again – you were thankful for that so you could pretend not to be home. But recently, however, your visions were all about a boy. Most of the times, you’d see the two of you having desperate sex, and what confused you the most, was that after the visions wore off, it was as if you could still feel his touch and the warmth of his skin lingering on your skin. The worst part, however, was that you would never see his face. You only had a glimpse of bright golden eyes staring back at you in a luscious manner one day, the sight alone making your thighs tremble, but nothing else.

«What kind of person even has golden eyes, beside witches.» you muttered to yourself, quickly heading towards your house and trying to ignore the hand shaped warm feeling you felt on your waist.

The closest glimpse at his face came few days later, as you were still sleeping. Plump lips sucked on your lower lip, before biting at the soft skin rather roughly, pulling on it, so that you were following his movements as he drew his head back with a choked whimper. The distinct feeling of a warm, big hand around your throat made you turn in bed, unconsciously raising your hands above your head, resting them on the soft pillows. As the boy shoved his tongue between your parted lips, your eyes shot open. You abruptly sat up, blankets pooling around your waist as you stared at your surroundings with flushed cheeks. «Get a hold of yourself, you silly witch,» you mumbled to yourself, trying to calm down. «you will not touch yourself over a vision.»

Morning slowly turned into afternoon, and afternoon eventually turned into evening. The day went by rather smoothly without any other vision, even if your mind occasionally remembered some details about the previous ones and you had to shake your head eagerly in order to get rid of your intrusive thoughts.

Therefore, there you were, kneeled in front of your wooden coffee table with your crystal ball neatly placed in front of you. You used it anytime you needed clarifications about your visions, and sadly, anytime you tried to ask clarifications about the boy you’ve been seeing, nothing ever showed up.

Even if you were not expecting anything, you tried regardless, and this time, a faint image of sweet brown eyes turning into golden while suddenly assuming a little more feral shape, met your surprised gaze. As soon as the image appeared, it disappeared.

«Why do you always have to be so dramatic?» you mumbled, referring to your own mysterious visions as if they could actually hear you, as you through your head back on the couch behind your back, a dejected sigh escaping your lips.

«I’m sure I’ve said enough times I’m not interested in going out with you.» you answered back with a monotonous tone, your long skirt dancing around your legs as you were busy striding away from your insisting and obnoxious neighbour. It took you all of your willpower not to give up to the temptation of turning around and turn him into a small fly, but you realized he would still be annoying you. You quickly turned left, walking in the small and deserted hallway, and the only thing preventing you from falling back on your butt were two strong arms immediately locking around your waist, your skin suddenly feeling warm.

«You okay?» the boy quietly mumbled, only for you to hear. You nodded, a strange sensation of familiarity pervading your senses; as you were about to look at your mysterious saviour, your neighbour’s obnoxious voice interrupted what could have been a perfect and romantic first meeting.

«One date,» he said, «I promise you’ll ask for more.» Everything about him made your body itch with the instinct to punch him in his stupid face. You were about to turn around and actually give in to the temptation, when the boy acted before you, his arms shifting and now resting more casually – yet somehow still protectively, around your waist.

«Is he bothering you, love?» the boy’s harsh and protective tone made your head snap to look at him, and you almost fainted. Another wave of familiarity pervaded your senses as you slowly took in the boy’s handsome features.

“It’s him,” you thought, recognizing the boy that was holding you from your visions. You had all the confirmations you needed as his eyes shortly met yours, the sweet brown eyes’ your crystal ball showed you few days earlier staring back into your soul.

«You didn’t tell me you had someone.» the obnoxious neighbour spat with a venomous tone, once again.

«Did you even ask?» you spat back, slowly turning around in the black haired boy’s arms; whose now had his chin resting on your shoulder as the both of your stared at your neighbour walk away while muttering incomprehensible sentences.

As soon as your neighbour turned right and therefore back in the crowded street and consequently out of sight, the boy’s hands quickly leaded you into a deeper and hidden part of the hallway, hastily backing you up against the brick wall, anticipation and excitement growing in your chest as his sudden rough ministrations. His leg was between yours, and your hands immediately reached around his neck.

«I’m Minho,» he whispered, offering his name, desire transpiring in his tone as his lips repeatedly brushed over yours as he spoke; his lips crashed on yours, and you arched your back in a whimper because finally you could experience first-hand the touch you’ve been craving for weeks. You both felt as if your surroundings disappeared, and you were not about to grope on each other while hiding in the shadows of a public street. You and Minho kissed as if you have been doing it for your whole life, Minho’s lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck as his left hand travelled on your leg, lifting up your skirt as his hand reached higher.

«I’ve been looking for you everywhere,» he whispered with strained whimper against your lips, as his hand tightly gripped the soft flesh of your thigh. You realized one of the visions you had was about to happen, when Minho loosely wrapped his hand around your throat, before harshly biting at your lower lip, he slightly drew his head back so that you’d inevitably follow his movements with a choked whimper, as your hands snaked in his soft black hair. «I was about to go crazy if I had another vision.» Minho added, his eyes flashing a bright golden colour, before shoving his tongue between your parted and waiting lips. You kissed as if your lives depended on it, taking out weeks of pent up frustration on each other because finally, you were meeting your mate in real life. The kiss grew gentler as time passed; you went from desperately pulling on each other clothes in the hopeless attempt to feel closer, to gentle kisses while caressing each other cheeks between suddenly shy giggles.

With a final peck, you and Minho stopped your desperate kissing session, looking at each other with lustful eyes and gentle, wide smiles. Both your clothes and your hair was a mess, and you both decided to go to your house following some back hallways, Minho’s fingers intertwined with yours.

«If I have to get burned at the stake,» you explained, «I want it to be because I’m a witch, not because I had sex in public places.» Minho’s arm confidently draped around your shoulders as you kept walking.

«We both know you’re gonna love it.» he seductively whispered against your ear, and your cheeks flushed red. He was right, one of the first visions you had was about Minho fucking you against a wall and from what you saw, id definitely didn’t look like you were inside a house.

You introduced yourself as well along the way, and before you realized it, you were both sitting on your couch. Minho told you that he was happy to finally meet his mate. He explained he was a wolf, and that he and his pack recently moved near your village. Strangely enough, all his pack’s mates were witches, so he somehow expected you to be one as well; this was the main reason why he was not surprised about strange visions starting the day after they claimed the forest their territory. Once he told his pack about it, they all encouraged him to look for you.

«I was losing hope since I couldn’t find you.» Minho’s gentle voice explained, «But then we had the most cliché meeting, ever.» he added, with a soft chuckle. You nodded at his words, feeling guilty since you never looked for him; your visions would have come true eventually, you simply settled for waiting.

«That must have been quite intense.» you giggled, «I’ve had the gift of foresight since I was a kid, but I imagine that seeing random things out of the blue must have been strange.»

Minho’s eyes widened at your words, before nodding eagerly. «The first time I had one was while I was having a dream,» he explained, «I thought of it as a… Suggestive dream.» Minho’s gentle fingers reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. «The next time it happened while I was in my wolf form, I had to shift back because I was about to walk my way in your village not minding of the consequences of a wolf randomly showing up and looking for his mate.» you found yourself nodding once again, your hand reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his.

«We’ll probably share an awful amount of visions, from now on.» you smiled, furrowing your brows as you felt guilty for intruding his thoughts with your gift. Minho offered you the gentlest smile you have ever seen, and your heart soared. You let him pull you against his body, manoeuvring you so that you were sitting sideways on his lap.

«Honestly,» Minho kissed your shoulder, his arms securely holding your waist «All it matters for me is to be together.»

You smiled at him, murmuring a soft «It’s the same for me.» and you spent the night awake, talking about your lives before meeting each other.

Another vision you had in the past weeks, came true few days later. Minho was pounding into you from behind while pulling your back flush against his tan chest by holding your neck, his length sliding in and out of you with extreme ease due to how wet you were. Minho’s left hand fondled with your breasts as his teeth were busy biting your earlobe and leaving wet traces of kisses and bites along your neck.

Even if the feeling of Minho’s touch lingered on your skin anytime your visions wore off, always leaving you flustered, you had to admit that the faint lingering feeling did not felt even close enough to how intense having sex with Minho actually was. His hands were all over you, fondling and teasing your body while his length moved in a rough pace, drawing pleased moans from your lips as your head was thrown back on his shoulder. Minho’s hand reached up from your throat to cup your jaw, harshly moving your head to the side, both of you making eye contact with each other through the full size mirror near to your bed.

«Keep going, love.» he smirked, slowing down his pace to deep and slower thrusts. «I want you to look at yourself getting fucked.» you caught a glimpse of your completely fucked out expression – cheeks flushed red, your lips parted in constant whimpers and moans and your eyes glossy due to all the pleasure you were feeling, and you almost felt embarrassed. The feeling did not last long, as Minho’s grip went back on your throat as his length rammed into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

«I can feel you squeezing me, fuck, love.» Minho’s strained moan reached your ears as you made eye contact with his now bright golden eyes through the mirror. «I’m gonna come if you keep pulsing around me like that.» you teasingly smiled at him, raising a brow in silent challenge as your right hand squeezed his ass, sinking your nails in the firm skin, and your left hand reached out on top of the one he held around your throat. Minho kept kissing your neck, his hands still rubbing at your nipple, and your orgasm hit without a warning as he kept brushing that sweet spot inside you. You felt yourself leaking over his length, wetness trickling down your legs as you moaned around him, begging him not to stop. Minho happily obliged, continuing to fuck you while harshly biting on your skin, chasing his release. You shut your eyes, struggling to catch your breath as the post orgasm sensation wore off and waves of overstimulation made your body spasm on its own. Minho eventually pushed your body down, your head now pressed against the mattress and your hands desperately gripping at the blankets as the annoying sensation of being overstimulated subdued to pleasure once again. Minho’s fingers reached out to intertwine with yours in a tight grip, and you felt a new wave of wetness spreading between your folds as you saw his almost white knuckles in addition to hearing his blissed moans. Minho’s forehead rested between your shoulder blades as he buried itself completely inside you, coming with a loud moan. The feeling was enough to trigger your second orgasm, and you came with quick, consecutive whimpers of his name.

«Do you think all the vision we saw are going to happen?» Minho quietly asked you, as the two of you were now cuddling naked under you blanked draped over your waists, after you both cleaned up.

«They always come true,» You nodded, sighing at the sensation of his fingertips continuously and gently caressing your back. «It’s just a matter of time.»

Minho hummed, kissing your hair. «I can’t wait for you to ride me in the woods, then.»

«I can’t believe my mate is a pervert.» you giggled, feeling Minho chuckling as well while he held you closer to his body with a content sigh. «But honestly, me too.» you admitted, murmuring on his chest before pecking just above his heart.

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lovrre · 2 years ago

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Baby protect me<3

Word count: 2k

Summary: On Joel’s birthday two men try assaulting you, when Joel takes care of them ,you realize how much you like the violence And Joel realizes he’s not over his trauma.

Warnings: slightly dark fic, a little Angst, attempted SA, cursing, sadistic themes, no smut but slightly suggestive themes 🌝

Author note: I’m mostly likely gonna rewrite this one later but I just really wanted to post something. So enjoy for now, Suggestion box IS OPEN!

You awoke in bed next to Joel for the third time this week. You watched his chest rise and fall like you normally did when you woke up first. You liked it, you liked him, apart from you hoped for more from the relationship than sex, but Joel tried his best to be distant with his emotions. Sometimes you guys would seem like a couple and other days not even friends. Joel sits up suddenly in bed, small sweat droplets sliding down his body.

You quickly sit up beside him rubbing your hand up and down his arm trying to console him “you ok baby?” you ask worried he takes a couple of labored breaths before speaking “I gotta get some air” he says plainly getting out the bed and walking towards the door. You laid back and enjoyed watching his sweaty shirtless body leave the room. When he returned, you realized you had accidentally fallen back asleep, you woke up to Joel sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his clothes. “Where you going” you say groggy rubbing your eyes “I think I'm gonna go for a walk” he says stuffing his foot in his shoe. “ Nightmare?” You ask, sitting up on your elbow. He doesn’t reply,“ are they about-” he cuts you off “ DON’T” he snaps. There’s an awkward silence before you speak “you don’t have to be rude” you say angrily, rolling over so your back is facing him

Joel opens his mouth like he about to say something, then closes it and walks out the room. You hear him leave, but don’t say anything. When the sun comes up you stretch hoping to feel Joel’s hard body next to you despite still being a little upset with him. But when you run your hands over his side of the bed you feel nothing but the cold mattress. You can tell by his blanket that he never came back to bed last night, mostly likely sleeping on the couch.

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After getting dressed, you walk into the kitchen, Joel is sitting at the kitchen table reading an old book. You sit across from him quietly for a second before talking. “Good morning, you still grumpy?” you ask, watching him pretend to be focused on reading. “ Joel?” You wave a hand by his face, Joel stays quiet for a second before huffing in defeat looking up from his book

“ I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that, last night I’m sorry” he says sincerely reaching over the table to hold your hand, he rubs his thumb slowly over your knuckles “you know I’m no good with emotions a stuff, but I’m working on it ”He says letting out a deep breath.

A big grin takes over your face “Well good you apologized because now I can give you your present ”. Joel looks surprised as you jump up from your chair and go to reach under the kitchen cabinet for Joel’s birthday gift.

“How did you-“ you cut him off, “Close your eyes!” you yell, you wait for Joel to close his eyes before you hid the gift behind your back and walk towards him. “Hold out your hand” you say, try to contain your excitement. You place a big metal cylinder of Café Bustelo in his hand, You put the red mug you got to go with it on the table. “ Open!” You say excitingly. Joel opens his eyes, it takes him a second to realize what it is, “is this real?” He asks surprised examine the container “yep, 100% unopened espresso, none of that nasty homemade shit they sell at the market” you laugh “what the hell did you trade to get this…” he says opening the top “no that much actually the younger ones don’t care for coffee” you saying sitting on the edge of the table. “It still has the seal on it” he says surprised looking up at you, “I told you it’s unopened” you laugh at his giddy reaction over coffee

Joel laughs to himself before pulling you down by your waist onto his lap. He places the coffee tin on the table” is this mine too” he asks pointing to the big Mug “mmh” you smile, moving a small piece of hair his forehead. “Happy birthday baby” you say kissing his cheek, “Thank you” he smiles placing a kiss on your lips.

“Let me make us some of that coffee” Joel says, moving you off his lap, so he can make the coffee. “You know what would be good with coffee, cake!” you say clapping your hands together

“what, you got some?” Joel questions “no, but I can make some… tonight ”. You say excitedly “I’d like to see that” he muffles coughs under his breath. You elbow him in his ribs, making him laugh “you will”.

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Later that Day, you decided to try to go to the street vendors and see if you could scrabble up enough ingredients for a small cake. “I’ll be right back” you yell out by the door, zipping up your coat. “Where you going?” Joel asks, poping up from around the corner. “I’m just going to the market vendors” you say, ready to leave. “ It’s drizzling and The suns almost gone, I don’t think they’re out there”

Joel says, pointing to the window covered in rain droplet’s. “Well I just wanna see if they have something, I’ll be back soon ”you say getting ready to open be door. “ok I’m coming with you” Joel says turning to get his jacket “it’ll only be a minute promise” you say giving him a quick smile before opening the door “be careful!” Joel yells before you close the door.

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Joel was right, most of the vendors were gone except an old man selling shovels and a lady selling potatoes. Not wanting to go home empty-handed you thought you should try to go to someone you knew of who bakes. But you knew they would probably charge you more for it. You walk 5 minutes down the pathway and turn down an alley you knew he lived on. You knocked one of the doors hoping it was the right one, you a stepped back looking at the rain hit your shoes as you waited for someone to answer the door.

A tall nice looking young man answered the door maybe 27or 26 definitely young when the world went to shit. By the big scar from his eyebrow to cheek, you knew he was the baker everyone spoke of. “Hi not trying to bother you, but I wondered if you could sell me some ingredients for a cake about… this big” you say showing him the size with your hands. You laugh at your own gesture, “Are there not any vendors you can bother?” He says scrunch up his face in disgust showing his rotten looking teeth.

“Ain’t none left out” you reply not as humorous as before. “uhhh I guess I can, but it’s gonna cost you about 35” he says giving you a creepy smiling that made you insanely uncomfortable “fuck that, for two eggs and some flower, 30 max” you low balled, you had forty but wasn’t willing to spend it all on a small cake “you out here by yourself? ” he asks, looking down the ally to see if someone else was with you

“no I’m not” you reply quickly hoping he doesn’t try anything stupid “so who you out here wit because I don’t see-“. You cut him off “are you gonna sell me the damn eggs or not” you say, bringing back his focus to the deal “35, final offer” he yells out you stay quiet for a second “Deal” you say grudgingly.

“Pay upfront” he says, holding out in a grabbing motion. “No, half” you say irritated “ok that works” he says looking down the ally again you count out 20 but hand him 17. He walks back inside for a second before coming back with a similar looking man, only older. The man looks you up and down like he’s plotting something “yeah she works”. You look down at his hands, there were no ingredients in sight just a rope. The old man looks down the ally “shi-“ before you can react the older one grabs you trying to pull you in the house.

You punch him in the face, making him lose his grip on you. You fall back on the concrete hard, You try to get up but slip on the wet ground. Before you can try to get up again, a fist connects to your face making the side of your face throb. The younger one grabs your arms, trying to tie you up. “Please no” you scream attempting to kick the older one away, “Stop moving Bitch!” the younger one yells trying to knot the rope. You kick the older one again and miss. He punches you again square in your jaw. You feel blood trickling down your lip and tears sting your eyes, “fuck you!” You scream, trying to kick as the older attempts to pull off your pants. Your shoe connects to his jaw.

“BITCH” he hissed, stumbling back he quickly picked up a large loose brick and smashing it against your leg at full force. You scream out in pain and everything goes black, amidst the darkness you swear you could hear Joel’s voices. When you wake up a couple of minutes later from the continuous rain droplets hitting your face.

Your eyelids feel heavy, and your head pounding, you realize Your arms are free. In the distance, You see Joel on top of one of the men, his fist connecting with his face over and over again. Slowly sitting up, you wipe your eyes, confused if what you were seeing was real.

As soon as you stand up completely, you wince in pain trying to keep your leg from giving out. Looking over, you see one of the men covered in blood in the doorway of the house. You couldn’t tell which one because of how badly his face was beaten in. In his pocket was your 17 ration cards, you bend down carefully yanking the blood covered cards out his pocket. “Cunt!” You say spitting at the unrecognizable face. You slowly stepped over the man and limp over to Joel, who was still punching the man. Instead of intervening you watched for a second as Joel punched him again and again and, again, without mercy not noticing your presence . You had never seen someone fight so ruthlessly for before you, and deep down you liked it.

You watched the rain carry the man's blood down into the cracks in the ground. Walking directly behind Joel, you finally grabbed his shoulder, “j- Joel, you can sto-“ suddenly you feel dizzy and you collapse. Joel instantly catches you, his blood hands gripping into your shirt.

He holds you in his arms for a minute, his shaking hand coming up to move away the bloody pieces of hair stuck on your face. “I thought I lost you” he quietly repeats, caressing your face for a second before hoisting you up in his arms and fire man carrying you away from the bloody scene.

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Two days have passed since the attack, you have probably been awake a total of 5 hours. Mostly in and out of consciousness, sleeping in bed and eating the little bits of food Joel brought you. Waking up you felt a bit better than yesterday, you decide to get up. Limping to the bathroom, you see yourself for the first time in the mirror since the attack. You walk closer to the mirror, slowly turning your head to examine your face and all its bruises. The whole right side of your face was partially swollen and bruised. Your lip had been busted, a big gash on it close to the corner.

You touched your lip to see if it had scabbed some. You wince, pulling your hand back in pain. You hear footsteps behind you and jump back, making your legs buckle. Joel quick grabs your waist, keeping you from falling. “It’s just me y/n, you’re ok” Joel says helping you regain your balance. “ Sorry I thought- never mind” you say letting out a tired sigh, you hold on to the bathroom sink for a better balance. When Joel see’s you're stabled, he finally lets go of you.

“You need to be in bed, your leg isn’t healed yet ”he says look at you with concern in his eyes. “ I thought I was feeling better” you laugh out, limping back towards the bed. “ I hate seeing you like this y/n” Joel says sitting down next to you, “ what do you mean I look great ”You say gesturing to your swollen face while positioning yourself up on some pillows. Joel lets out a small laugh “ at least you still got your humor” he states, grabbing the mug you gave him off the dresser before handing it to you.

“ At least…- what’s this ?” You ask looking down at the cup “it's coffee, to wake you up a bit” he says “thanks you” you whisper taking a sip the hot coffee stings your lip. There’s a beat of silence before he speaks,“ I should’ve been there earlier” Joel mumbles looking at you with tired eyes before wiping his face and sighing in his hands. “ There’s nothing else you could have done” you say, putting the coffee back down on the night stand.

“No, y/n There was… I followed you, it was late and raining, I didn’t want anything to happen, so I followed, when you passed the market I followed you to that alley. I saw you there smiling with that man a-and I don’t know what I thought but… I left you, I regretted and when I turned back I saw-”

He cuts himself off looking at the ground angry distorting his face, his fist balling up tight.

You don’t respond right away, letting the words sink in before you answer. You run your hand up the side of his face, resting it there.

“ Did you like it?” You ask, staring intently at Joel, “like what?” He asked confused. “Did you like beating them bloody?” you ask, eyes never leave his search for a reaction. “Y/N I-I Couldn’t control m-“ he says slowly shaking his head as thought about the incident in detail swirl through his mind.

“yes or no” you ask again plainly “yes, I did but-“ you cut him off quickly “good, they fucking deserved it” you say angrily.

“Why did you do it baby tell my why you did it, I wanna hear you say it” you say desperately want to hear Joel’s reasoning. “ When I saw you like that… it was like I couldn’t see or feel anything but anger, I hadn’t even realized how bad it was until I heard your voice calling for me“. He says look back at you with tired eyes “I thought I had lost another person I cared for, I never wanted you to see me like that” he says with another stressed filled sigh “they deserved it, if you hadn’t come when you did…”

You takes a deep breath before talking again “all I know is when I woke up, the people who had hurt me were hurting as well and I Revel in the thought, of them knowing you killed them for me, to protect me, when nobody else would. You did nothing wrong baby you protected me”

Joel doesn’t say anything, just leaves a lazy kiss on your lips. You deepen the kiss ignoring the pain, pulling him closer, Joel cups the back of your head and you straddle him. He breaks the kiss for a second to kiss your forehead “I don’t ever wanna feel like that again” he says pain straining his voice.

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letmesleep8 · 3 months ago

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even if I die screaming // elliexreader

CHAPTER 4: There's an ocean in Nebraska

AO3 | chapter 3 | chapter 5

content warnings/tags: subtle homophobia, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, mention of cannibalism as a metaphor

notes: oh my, look who it is! i know it took me quite a while to post this. sorry, i was in a depression. but anyways, here is the chapter! i promise I'll try to post the next one soon this time. have a great evening! or morning. or anything.

tag list: @h4-rt3s @sallythatgurl-64 @pinkinternetfire @lorelaihehe (sorry if i tag you without you asking or something, unless you're lorelai, that was on purpose :3)

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"I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind

When they found a better planet, only the gentle survived"

— I Hate It Here, Taylor Swift

January 23, 2039 Winter

Dear diary,

Today was strange. I came home from the get-together and ate the whole rest of the cake I made. My head hurts and I feel like my fingers smell like Ellie. I can still feel her phantom touch in my face whenever I close my eyes for too long.

Mom’s drunk, she's already completely asleep in her bedroom. I locked myself up in mine, I’m afraid she’ll smell the weed. I feel bad, guilty. I can’t sleep. I am a terrible daughter and I deserve nothing she’s ever fought to give me. I am a disappointment and I promise I won’t do anything like this ever ag-

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I heard a noise on my window, I first thought it was maybe a bird. One more time, I heard something hitting the frame. I got up to check and got scared by the pebble that almost hit my face.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!” Ellie looked worried and embarrassed. I simply laughed.

“What are you doing here? It’s, like, four a.m”, I sat on the frame. “You should be in bed.”

“I couldn’t sleep.” She swallowed, nervously. “ Y’wanna go for a walk?” I unknowingly held my breath and bit my bottom lip to the blood. If Mama wakes up and doesn’t see me in bed she would be so worried, but at the same time, I couldn’t pretend like living under her subtle rules wasn’t killing me slowly.

“Help me get out.” I said and Ellie smirked, giving me her hand. I jumped off the frame and tripped a little. “Where are you taking me?” I started following her down to the trees.

“Just follow, I promise you’ll like it.” She smiled and so did I. Just then I realized she hasn’t let go of my hand since I jumped out of the window. In fact, she squeezed it from time to time.

I went with her up to a small clearing across the creek, we had hung out around there before. The difference is that now there was a blanket on the floor with what seemed to be a telescope on top.

“What is this?” I sat, smiling. “Where’d you get this thing?”

“Oh, this old thing? Joel found it and gave it to me when I was, like, fifteen.” She sat down by my side. “I just remembered it, y’know, when you started tracing the stars on my back and shit…”

I felt my cheeks getting completely flustered, so I hid my face between my hands. “I am so sorry about that, it was embarrassing as hell.” I sighed and chuckled, throwing my head back.

“It’s not embarrassing, you were just high”, Ellie laughed. “T’was sweet.” Her cheeks started becoming rosy too. I laid back on the blanket. “Hey, c’mere. Let’s check this thing out.” I scooted closer to her, looking into the telescope and then giving her some space to look too, her shoulder brushing against mine. “Damn, the sky’s always so pretty in Wyoming. It was always smokey back in Boston.” She said, looking amazed.

“You’re from Boston? “ I asked.

“Born and raised.” She replied. “You?”

“Nebraska. Never traveled that far.” I chuckled. “Have you ever seen the ocean? “

“ Yeah, sure! Wait… Haven’t you?” I shook my head, she looked surprised.

“Yeah…” I laughed. “Nebraska isn’t really beachy, y’know?”

She laughed, elbowing me softly. “Well, then we gotta take you somewhere that is! Where’d you like to go, miss?”

I smiled. It was fun pretending like we weren’t trapped here forever sometimes. “Well, I think California must be nice, you know? Maybe Florida. Just don’t think we could get there by horse.”

She laid back on the blanket, arms above her head, and sighed. “Man, I wish it was easier to find a car that actually works. I could drive ya there, you’d see the beach.”

I watched as she laid there, the skin under her slightly open flannel chilled by the breeze. I wondered if her chest was freckled too, where did her spots end? I didn’t even realize I was staring, when something slipped my mouth. “Well, actually-” I stopped myself, but it was kinda late, she seemed interested and I couldn’t leave those forest eyes guessing. “My mom, she keeps a car battery hidden. But it’s for desperate situations, a safe way out. But don’t tell anyone I said that!”

Ellie’s hand reached for my nose, booping me like a cat. “Relax, spacegirl. Your secret’s safe with me.” She laughed and I laid on the blanket too.

The sky was a deep blue, the stars like snowflakes. I thought I saw a beam of light or something, maybe thunder, but soon I realized: it was a shooting star. “Ellie, quick, make a wish!” I closed my eyes. “Aw shit, okay.” She closed hers too, smiling.

“I wished for my mom to find me new records.” I smiled, “what did you wish for, Els?”

She blushed in the slightest, looking away. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to make one.”

“You’re just lying now.” I laughed. “Come on, you can tell. What would you like right now? A car? A camera? A puppy?”

I felt her eyes analyzing every single inch of my face and her lips parting, almost involuntarily. “I wish you liked girls.” I felt my heart dropping to my feet, my throat went dry, I stayed silent. She sat up immediately, I did the same. She started putting the telescope away, getting ready to leave.

“Wait, Ellie, don’t-” I touched her shoulder. “I… don’t like boys, I- Girls… I’ve never tried.”

I could see her face light back up but she was trying to keep it nonchalant. “Do… you want to?” I swallowed and breathed in deeply as I simply nodded in response. Her face went straight up red, it looked like fire. I think I may have caught her by surprise.

The girl took her left hand towards my face, tucking away a strand of hair behind my ear. I was almost panting as she got closer to me, our noses touching. My eyes went to her lips, chapped but pink, burnt from the cold. She exhaled into mine as she finally locked them in, her hand now on the side of my neck. Almost as if programmed to, I opened them up for her.

Her mouth was heavenly, her tongue felt like a warm treat. So I kissed her, I kissed like I longed for it for ages, I kissed her like a movie, I kissed her like everyone could watch. I took my hand to her neck, hers climbed its way up to my hair, holding onto it like I’d run away. But I would never, I wish we would stay like this until the end of times.

Quickly, the simple kiss had turned hungry. I felt like she was going to eat me whole, devour me like a beast and, truthfully, I didn’t even mind, I waited for it, too. I wished for her body so bad that I wouldn’t even mind becoming part of it. It felt like an out-of-body experience how she held me like I was always hers.

Until I heard a voice coming from beyond the creek. “Els, sorry for interrupting but she should come with me. Quick.” It was Dina, she seemed worried. I followed her, she told Ellie to not come along.

When we went back to town near my house, I could hear my mom talking to Mike. “Just- gone! I just woke up and she wasn’t there.” Dina stepped closer, “found her!” She smiled, not really knowing what to say.

Mama took into a tight hug. “Oh my God, you scared me so much!” I could smell the worry in her, or maybe it was just the alcohol. Didn’t take long for her to switch and slightly shake me. “Where the hell were you!?” I froze.

“I- I was just stargazing, with Dina, you were asleep-” I didn’t have a clue what to say, I am a terrible liar. Always been.

“Don’t you lie to me! Where were you?!” Her voice became angrier. “You were with that girl again, weren’t you? Joel 's girl? I told you to stay away from her!”

“No, mom, I wasn’t with Ellie, I swear.” My lip was trembling. “I just went for a walk! I thought you were asleep…”

“Go home. Right now. Go.” She looked so disappointed. My eyes filled with water, I had never seen her like that. Mike tried waving goodbye to me but I was so distraught that I didn’t even pay attention. I just went straight back home and cried in my room for the rest of the night, sitting on the windowsill. I felt unworthy.

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lovelynim · 1 year ago

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TickleTober2023/Day 06 - Movie

Sasaki to Miyano - Sasaki x Miyano

With scene after scene unfolding on the screen before them, it would be hard to notice anything regarding their surroundings. Yet, just like he always did, Sasaki was way more focused on something else other than the movie or, better saying, someone else other than the movie.

Gently moving his hand closer to his boyfriend, Sasaki lightly tapped Miyano’s knee with his finger. The ravenhead jolted in his place, making the other chuckle quietly under his breath. “Miya-chan… are you sure you don’t want to go to bed?”

“Mhm,” Miyano answered promptly, nodding and holding the blanket closer to his chest. “I just got a little distracted,” he continued, pretending to take his eyes back to the movie. It didn’t take long, however, for Miyano to start dozing off again.

Adorable, Sasaki thought, admiring the little head tilts as his lover battled the urge to sleep. His eyelids seemed to be so heavy that he could barely keep them awake for long… As much as he would love to watch those small struggles a bit longer, he knew it wouldn’t do Miyano any good to sleep on the couch like that, so it was time for him to do something about it.

“Miyan-chan ~ you are sleeping again,” Sasaki mused, resting his palm over Miyano’s legs, looking at him with the corner of his eyes. “It’s time for you to go to bed, Miya-chan,” he continued, lightly squeezing Miyano’s kneecap.

The ravenhead let out a loud, surprised squeal. Shaking his head and rapidly blinking a few times, realized what happened. Feeling his cheeks getting warmer, he shyly hid behind the blanket. “...I want to finish the movie, Sasaki-senpai,” he muttered, making the older guy raise his eyebrow.

“You can finish the movie later, you should go to bed now.”

Miyano remained quiet, but it was clear he wasn’t going to obey Sasaki just like that. He sighed, shaking his head. “Fine, Miya-chan,” he chuckled, squeezing his knee again, getting the most adorable reaction he could from his boyfriend.

“S-Sasahahaki! No tihihickling!” Miyano protested, giggling from underneath the blanket as he squeezed his eyes shut. Sasaki’s fingers, in the meantime, continued to squeeze the rather sensitive spot, curiously scratching behind it as well, teasingly testing Miyano’s sensitivity.

Hearing his boyfriend’s carefree laughter, it didn’t take Sasaki long before he was laughing along with him. “Then how about we go to bed, hm?”

“I dohohon’t w-want tohoho!” Miyano chirped, trying to recoil his legs and take them away from Sasaki’s reach, only to realize his mistake seconds later: with his knees away from his boyfriend’s hands, he ended up resting his feet on Sasaki’s lap - an opening that, of course, didn’t go unnoticed. “W-wahait, Sasaki! NononahAHA!”

Miyano’s laughter rose a pitch when restless fingers scribbled over his socked sole, assaulting his ticklish arch and heel. While one hand occupied itself tickling his boyfriend’s foot, Sasaki made sure to keep a firm grip around Miyano’s ankle, granting it wasn’t going anywhere.

“So? Did you change your mind, Miya-chan?” Sasaki mused, his words barely audible over the loud giggles.

Miyano’s free foot kicked in a futile attempt to free its pair, which was suffering a severe - and ticklish - punishment. The ravenhead threw his head back in a renewed stream of laughter. “F-fihihine! AHAHahah, leheEHEhet me gohOHo!”

Sasaki hummed pleased, sliding his index one last time from the bottom of Miyano’s heel up to his toes, making his sole curl in response. “Good, I was getting a little tired myself ~”

“Y-you are so mean, Sasaki-senpai…” Miyano gasped, not waiting a single second before pulling his legs away from the other. The movie was already long forgotten when the couple started leaving the room, getting themselves ready to sleep. After all, what was the harm in finishing it later when they would have plenty of time to spend together?

A/N: I feel like there couldn't be a better timing to post this, ehehe. Such a lovely couple, I adore my babies so much wahhh

Hope you guys liked this one as well and see you next day!

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kissorkill16 · 2 months ago

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Fill My Empty Heart: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: After Mya's death, Aaron committed suicide. Mr. Peterson, desperate to have a family again, kidnaps the depressed and heartbroken child across the street.

Chapter 6

Nicky woke up, feeling warmer than usual...and more comfortable. He's never felt like this before.

He tried to open his eyes, and when he did, he noticed that he was in bed, a large, fluffy blanket over his entire body. He turned around to see a soft pillow behind him.

"What the hell?"

Nicky looked at his hands, and they were covered in bandages. Someone wrapped his hands, but who? He clutched at his head when he felt like he was going to pass out again. His whole body felt like it was made of rocks, he could barely move around.

He looked all around the room, and his eyes nearly widened at his sudden realization.

This wasn't his room, and he wasn't in his bed.

This is Aaron's room.

But what was he doing here?

He tried to remember what happened.

Mr. Peterson offered him to stay until the rain let up a little bit, he made him some tea and cookies, and...

Oh...

Nicky knew what happened...

Mr. Peterson drugged him.

But why?!

Nicky immediately threw the blanket off of his body and stood up, leaning against the wall and holding his groggy head.

"I need to get out of here right now.", he thought.

He tried to walk to the door, but when he tried turning the knob, but it was locked.

He tried walking to the window, but when he tried pulling it open, he realized that the windows were locked too.

"Damn it!", he mumbled.

Nicky was about to give up, then he realized that Aaron had a drawer with a false back, and that drawer kept all kinds of gadgets and his lockpick set.

He walked to the drawer and pulled the drawer, but when he reached his hand inside it, he didn't feel anything but drywall. He looked inside to see that the wall had recently been fixed and painted.

"For the love of -", he was about to scream, but then he heard footsteps coming from outside, and he immediately stilled.

Nicky ran back to the bed, jumping onto it and throwing the blankets back over himself. He heard the doorknob jiggle, and he curled in on himself. Then he heard the door open, and a familiar voice speak in such a cheerful tone.

"Good morning, darling.~"

Nicky curled in on himself even further, cringing so hard. He didn't like it when Mr. Peterson called him "honey", he didn't like it when he called him a "good boy", and he certainly didn't like it when he called him "darling".

The footsteps came closer to him, and he felt his heart stop and his blood run cold. Mr. Peterson was so close now, so he had to do his absolute best to pretend to sleep, at least until this madman left.

He felt a hand caress his cheek, and he couldn't be even more terrified. Then the hand went to his back.

"Come on now, sweetie. I know you're up.", he said.

Having been caught, Nicky slowly opened his eyes and sat up, but looked away from Mr. Peterson's smiling face.

Before he knew it, he felt a hand on his cheek and a kiss on his nose.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

Nicky felt like he was going to die of cringe, and a heart attack. He was so scared.

What's even worse was that his legs felt absolutely shitty, so he couldn't even get up to run away. "Good morning...", he mumbled, still not looking at the man.

Mr. Peterson patted his head, "I hope you slept well, dear. I'm so happy to know I didn't give you too many sleeping pills.", he said.

And what's even worse is that he was saying so casually, Nicky immediately felt like throwing up. "Oh my God, this man is insane!", he thought. He didn't even notice that Mr. Peterson was pulling his shirt over his head, but when he did, he cowered away and hid under the blanket.

"What are you doing?!", he squeaked.

"What do you mean? I'm just getting you changed.", replied Mr. Peterson.

Getting him changed? He knew Mr. Peterson was insane, but he didn't think he was that detached from reality. He was seriously about to change him like he was a baby.

"Don't.", said Nicky. "Please don't. I want to change myself."

Thankfully, Mr. Peterson stepped out of the room. Unfortunately, he locked it again.

This man always planned ahead, huh?

Nicky got up and changed into some clothes that he thought Mr. Peterson brought in, when he was finished, he knocked on the door.

"I'm done changing.", he said.

Mr. Peterson unlocked and opened the door, Nicky wasn't looking at him, but he could tell he was smiling at Nicky. "Wonderful, sweetheart. Now that you're ready, let's get breakfast."

Nicky was about to step around him, but Mr. Peterson bent over and scooped him up in his huge arms and just carried him out of the room. Nicky didn't really mind a whole lot, his legs still felt a little bit like shit.

When they got to the kitchen, Mr. Peterson sat Nicky down on a chair close to the dinner table, then he walked to the stove.

It was quiet for a while, so uncomfortably quiet, so as long as he was forced to be here, he was going to make conversation. "What's for breakfast?", he asked.

"Pancakes, honey. While we eat them, I'll go over the rules.", replied Mr. Peterson.

Nicky's eyes widened, "Rules?", he asked, "I have to follow rules now?"

Mr. Peterson turned around to face Nicky, spatula in hand. Nicky didn't know why, but he stilled in fear when the man turned around to face him.

"Dear, I know this is all so sudden and hard to understand, but these rules will keep you safe and away from any danger. Okay?"

Nicky so badly wanted to scream at the man, and tell him that he wasn't going to pretend to be his little boy just because his family was dead. But what could he do? He could barely run and Mr. Peterson probably locked not only his bedroom door and the windows, but every single door and window in this house.

So he just nodded.

Mr. Peterson focused back on the pancakes.

Half an hour or so had passed, and Nicky was still waiting at the table for his pancakes.

The radio was playing.

"Good morning, Raven Brooks. What a lovely day we're having.", said the radio. "Rain's starting to clear up, and we should be expecting just a little cloudy skies by the end of the week."

Nicky focused his attention on the radio.

"Today, a married couple on Friendly Court is currently mourning the loss of their 12 year old son, Nicky Roth. Police says that he left a note saying that he was running away and going to jump off the nearest and highest bridge he could find."

"Darling, turn off the radio, please.", said Mr. Peterson.

Nicky was surprised at what he just heard. His parents thought he ran away to kill himself, but he was currently being held hostage by their crazy neighbor across the street. Instead of turning it off, he turned it up.

"Police are currently searching for the body, but still have no leads.", the radio continued to say.

Mr. Peterson turned around, still smiling, but it looked less happy and more forced.

"Nicky, I said turn off the radio."

Afraid of what might happen if he didn't listen, Nicky quickly switched off the radio.

"Good boy.", said Mr. Peterson.

Another half hour later, a plate of fluffy pancakes doused with syrup was put in front of him, and on the side was a glass of orange juice. Nicky didn't touch either of them, he just looked at them. Mr. Peterson let out a small giggle.

"Don't worry, sweetie. They're not drugged. Believe me or not, I hated doing that to you the first time and I'd never consider doing it again...unless necessary.", he said. "Now eat up, I know you're hungry."

Reluctantly, Nicky picked up his fork and started eating his pancakes. He hated to admit it, but they were good. He so badly hoped that Mr. Peterson was telling the truth about them not being drugged. As he ate, Mr. Peterson sat across from him, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

Despite the situation, it was a comfortable atmosphere.

Once Nicky was done, Mr. Peterson took his plate and cup away and put them in the sink.

"Okay, dear. Now let's go over the rules, shall we?", he said. He pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it to Nicky.

Nicky took his time reading the paper...

Rule #1: You're not allowed to use any sharp or dangerous objects without supervision.

Rule #2: Every door and window has a lock and key, and only I have access. So don't even think about escaping.

Rule #3: Call me dad.

Rule #4: No swearing, especially not at me.

Rule #5: No going outside under any circumstances.

Rule #6: Bedtime is at 9:00.

Rule #7: If you break any of these rules, I won't go easy on you.

Nicky looked at Mr. Peterson, then back at the rules, and against his better judgement, he slammed a fist on the table. "Are you serious right now?"

"Nicky..."

"Look me in the eye and tell me this isn't ridiculous."

Mr. Peterson stood up, towering over the boy, making him shrink back into his chair.

"Nicholas, I don't like your attitude. I don't want to be hard on you, I don't want to punish you for your misbehavior, but I will if I have to. Do you understand?", he growled.

Nicky nodded, looking at his feet. Mr. Peterson stepped closer to him and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Please try to understand that I'm only doing this to keep you safe.", he said, his voice softer this time.

Nicky knew it was probably risky, but what other choice did he have? He was scared of this psycho and who knows what he'd do to him if he ever even thought about stepping out of line. "Yes,...Dad."

You don't know how hard he had to swallow the bad, hateful words in his throat just to say that.

Mr. Peterson smiled, kissed Nicky on his forehead, and gave him a big hug. "That's more like it. I love you so much, darling."

Nicky patted the man on the back, pretending to enjoy the hug. But he soon stopped pretending and started actually...relaxing.

He had to admit, this was comfortable.

Wait, no! This guy was insane! He literally kidnapped him and is now forcing him to live a fake reality with him.

One thing's for certain, he had to find a way out, and soon!

#hello neighbor #theodore peterson #nicky roth #kidnapped au #fill my empty heart #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic

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akariarda · 1 year ago

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Nightmares

Lloyd have nightmares both now and then.Fortunately, his parents are there to comfort him

Lloyd woke up. He screamed. Lloyd had a terrible nightmare, about that monster. He cried louder..

"Whwere are momwy and dawdy?" he asked himself. They should have come already. Lloyd got up slowly and started tapping around the room with his bare feet, and clutched his toy, Mr. Dragon, closer to himself.

He was too small to turn on the light. He cried again. There was also the option to go through the hallway to mommy and daddy's bedroom, but it was dark in the hallway.

He heard the sound of hurried footsteps. He got scared and hid under the bed, still crying.

"Lloyd?" It was his mom, entering the room together with his dad, and turning on the light.

"Shh, everything will be okay, honey," Garmadon told him and picked him up.

"I want to sleep with you," Lloyd said through his sobs and buried his little head in Garmadon's chest.

"Of course you can sleep with us, sweetheart," Misako said and kissed his forehead. "Did you have a bad dream?" Lloyd just nodded lightly and let Garmadon take him and Mr. Dragon to his and Misako's room.

"What did you dream about?" Garmadon asked him, to which he started sobbing again. Misako elbowed Garmadon in the chest.

"Shh, it's okay, honey," he said and sat on the bed with him. "Daddy didn't mean it like that."

Lloyd's sobs calmed down as Misako whispered something gently in his ear.

"Do you want me to bring you some warm cocoa?" she asked him.

"Ywes," he said and buried his head in Garmadon's chest again.

"Here, sweetheart," Misako said and handed him the cocoa. "Just be careful not to spill it."

She gently took Mr. Dragon from his hands so he wouldn't make a mess. After some time, Lloyd managed to drink the cocoa with Garmadon's help.

"Feeling better?" Misako asked when he finished and she put the cup on the nightstand.

"Are you still scared?" Garmadon asked Lloyd as he lay him down on the bed between himself and Misako.

"A littwle," Lloyd weakly said and snuggled up to Misako.

"Everything will be okay, dear," Misako softly spoke to him as she held him in her embrace and kissed his forehead.

"We're with you," Garmadon told him and joined the hug.

"Mrw. Drwagon," Lloyd muttered quietly, and Garmadon brought him the toy and kissed him on the head a few times.

"Are you sleepy?" Misako asked Lloyd when he didn't stop tossing and turning after a while.

"Nwo!" Lloyd said eagerly and started jumping around Garmadon and Misako.

"I'm glad he's not scared anymore," Garmadon said, and Misako nodded.

"This will be a long night," she said and playfully grabbed the lively Lloyd by the legs and started tickling him.

"No!" Little Lloyd screamed with laughter. "Mowmy, stwop!" Misako just laughed and showered him with kisses on his forehead as she continued tickling him. "Dadwdy, helwp!" Little Lloyd protested through his giggles.

"Misako..." Garmadon jokingly said. "How can you?"

"He's just so adorable," Misako said and gently tousled Lloyd's hair, pretending to be mad at her for the previous torment. Garmadon grinned mischievously.

"Garmadon!" Misako shouted when Garmadon started tickling her.

"I'm just seeking revenge on my little boy, love. That's all."

"How can you?" she asked him in a mock stern tone.

"Maybe you're just too sweet to me," he said and hugged her from behind, kissing her cheek a few times.

"Stop." Offended Lloyd squeezed himself between his parents, which made the two of them start laughing.

"Are you sleepy, sweetheart?" Misako asked Lloyd when he started yawning. Lloyd nodded and held Mr. Dragon close to himself.

"Do you want a bedtime story?" Garmadon asked him. Lloyd just shook his head. He was very tired. Misako wrapped blankets around the three of them.

"Good night, little green bean," Garmadon said to Lloyd as he hugged him and kissed his forehead.

"Good night, mommy, daddy," Lloyd mumbled.

"Good night, my little boy," Misako whispered as she hugged him from the other side.

~~~~~~~~Ten years later:~~~~~~~

"No!" Lloyd screamed "Let me go!" He tried to free himself from the big black grip, but she pulled him down, and down...

"Mom, dad!" He woke up saying in tears. He quickly calmed down, realizing that he was in his room, in Garmadon's monastery.

He took a deep breath. It was just a dream. Lloyd rubbed his head.

'But why can't he still shake the feeling of dread?' He waited for a while but the discomfort didn't stop. Now he wants nothing more than to go to his parents.

Lloyd remembered little of his childhood with his mom and dad, but the two of them told him stories and that helped him remember some things. He remembered that he often had nightmares. Later he realized that the eons were mostly about his prophecy and how he fought with his father...

He also remembered that when he had nightmares, he would go to sleep with his mom and dad in bed. They would hug him and cuddle him, mom would make him cocoa, and dad would read him a story if he wasn't too tired. But he's not a little child anymore.

'Anyway, mom keeps telling me that I'm her little boy.' He thought to himself. 'And dad tells me that no matter how he grew up, that they will always be my parents...'

With such thoughts he found himself at the door of his parents' room. He put his ear to the door to hear if they were sleeping. He found them talking quietly and with a little more hesitation he knocked.

"Hey." Misako said to him and ruffled his hair.

"What are you doing up so late?" Garmadon asked him curiously. "And what happened?" Misako asked him worriedly seeing that his eyes were red and he was covered in sweat.

"I had a nightmare..." He said softly."I'm,...I'm afraid."He finally said.

"What did you dream...?" Garmadon started but was interrupted by Misako's angry look.

"I thought..Are you okay?"Garmadon quickly corrected himself.

"I think so."Lloyd stammered"I just wanted to...."

"Do you want me to make you some cocoa?"Misako asked him Lloyd nodded.

"Okay, but wait for me in your room, so you're not standing barefoot in the cold hallway."

"Alright, Mom." Lloyd told her as she left.

"Let's go put you to bed so Misako doesn't get mad." Garmadon told him and they walked to Lloyd's room.

"Would you like a bedtime story?" Garmadon asked him. Lloyd raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"About what?"

"Cinderella." Garmadon said to which Lloyd frowned.

"I was kidding. Lloyd came on." Garmadon told him with a laugh "What would you like to hear about?"

"Um...About how you and mom first met." Lloyd said.

"I think that's a story for another time. ,” Garmadon said after thinking for a few seconds."Do you want to hear about a Serpentire wa?"

Lloyd nodded and Garmadon started to talk.

"I brougjt you a coccoa."Misako enter and put cup in Lloyd hands."I brought you this too." She said and showed him something plush and green.

"Mrs Dragon."Lkoyd said supried

"I know you are not a little chil anymore but i think you would likw to have him."

"Thank you."Lloyd said and put mrs.dragon in his hands when he put the cup down for the night's rest. He yawned.

"Are you sleeping?" Misako asked him. He nodded.

"Then, good night sweetheart." She said and planted a kiss on his forehead.

" Sleep good,son." Garmadon added, ruffling his hair.

"Good night, mom, dad." Lloyd said and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Looking forward for comments and requests!

#Ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd gramadon #baby lloyd #little lloyd #garmadon #young garmadon #young misako #misako garmadon #misako #ninjago misako #lord garmadon #sensei garmadon #garmadon x misako #garmasako #Garsako

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friendlyneighborhoodyanderenerd · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1: Welcome to the Island

(Art not by me but by eavee_ry on TicTok)

Ok, before you read this, I just wanted to say. Do not judge me, I wanted a ghost hearm. For the sake of my sanity, everyone is aged up to 18. I had fun writing this one and hope you guys enjoy.

TW:Lots of death, obsessive behavior, absolute fucking cringe.

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After Zeke's death, everything started. At first, I wasn't aware of what was going on. No one wanted to tell me about his murder. So when I woke up the night after his death to him laying on top of my chest, I thought nothing of it. Zeke had a habit of coming into my cabin and just cuddling with me out of fear, so I just figured the reason he was gone, because he got lost in the woods and when he came back was scared to get lost again. Waking up that morning, he was gone. I figured he went to get food, but when I got there, he wasn't there. I had asked Duncken, the only other person in the canteen, if he had seen Zeke, but all I got from him was a horrified look. Then, seemingly at random, the other campers started to come up to me asking me to help find Zeke, giving the excuse of playing Hide and Seek, his favorite game. So I would help them, and find him in the oddest spots. He would jump out and hug me excited.

Then came Lindsy. Apparently the night of her death I was so deep in sleep, I didn’t hear the chaos of the killer outside the cabins. Later in the night, I felt a hand gently going through my hair along with the weight of Zeke on top of me. From what I could see looking up, it was Lindsy, I couldn't see her very well, but the smell of cherry blossoms was the only real identification to it being her. Between the two of them, I started sleeping really well after this, and they would visit me every night, especially, when there has been a killing.

Next was Sadie. Katie and Sadie never, and I mean Never apart. So, when Katie came back to camp without Sadie that made, real suspicious of what was going on here. Katie said Sadie got lost, and she couldn't find her. That didn’t sound right. The only thing with this was, I couldn't understand why she would lie to me. And after I saw Sadie near my door that next night, I thought, maybe Katie didn’t lie, but then I didn't see them together the next day. It worried me.

The last one that made me aware of what was happening was Justen. The two of us were walking together, when he suddenly stopped talking. I went looking for him without anyone noticing. I still have what I saw ingrained into my mind. There was a man over Justen, cutting his face off. I hid from the man. All I could think about at that moment was ‘Is this what they were hiding from me?’ but then I think about how I have seen my friends every night. ‘But did I really?’ Thinking about it, each night, it has been too dark to really see them, I could only guess it was them. I could smell Lindsy’s perfume, I saw Zeke’s face, and I could only see the silhouette of Sadie. If the case was they are dead.. ‘Who was I seeing?’

I needed to know who I was seeing, so the next night, I pretended to fall asleep. It took hours, and by god I really did almost fall asleep. But then, I felt a shift in my bunk. A weight was placed on top of me, Zeke. I had put a flashlight under the blanket where my hand was, so once i’m ready I could turn it on. Soon after I felt the weight I heard the door open, after a short moment I felt a hand gentle, run through my hair, Lindsy. The door opening made me realize Zeke didn’t come through the door. After a bit more of waiting, I felt watched, but before I started to move I heard Justin's voice, which if it wasn't for me trying to keep calm I would have freaked out. A quiet conversation broke out between Zeke, Sadie and Justin. I could only really hear when Zeke replied. They seemed to be talking about me, that’s all I could get from Zeke. They seemed to be talking about my day. Primarily the bad things, but they completely missed me witnessing Justin's murrder. I guess that is a good thing.

So now I'm here. Too scared to pull off my plane and just try to seem asleep. They don’t seem to be able to tell I'm not asleep, which for this moment is good. Mustering up all my courage, I pretend to sturr awake like I have done many times before. They become quiet, and I look around, like every time I have woken up before. Seeing each shadow, I get nervous to do this. I don’t know what I'll see, it's anything at all but I need to know. So, taking what little curgere I had left, and getting ready to sprint away if necessary, I make a quick, unexpected move to grab my flashlight and shine it in a way to light up the whole room. What I saw made me want to hurl. Between all the gore, and grotesque appearance of my “Friends' ' I could see that they were surprised at what I had done. I made a move to run. In their shock, I was able to get out and run to the boys cabin. In fear, I slipped into Geoff’s bunk.

I woke him up, but at that moment I didn’t care, I was scared that my cabin wouldn't work right now. “Hey, hey are you ok?” I look up at him and shake my head no. He just nods and holds me close.

Hours have passed, and I still can’t sleep. Every little noise, every little shift of the bed, prevents me from going to sleep. Every little thing made me cling to Goeff more. The image of what I saw still stains my mind. Out of all 4 of them, Zeke was what got to me the most. He was lying on top of me, but he was all chopped up. Every night, I could only see his face, but looking at him all the way, his head was cut off, his legs and arms were chopped in 4’s. His eyes were so dead. I still don’t fully know what was happening, but I know they're dead, and that thought terrifies me.

#island of the slaughtered #yandere #yandere writing #tdi island of the slaughtered #yandere tdi #yandere island of the slaughtered

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sexualtensiongrowing21 · 6 months ago

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As the Sun Sets // Quidditch 101 // Part Ten

TW: Name calling?

Part Eleven

Scarlets POV:

“Scar. Scar?” I can barely make out the quiet voice of Pansy while I slowly awaken from my first dreamless sleep in a week. I must have been the potion I took before falling asleep.

“Come on. We promised Draco that we would meet him in the common room to walk to the pitch with him.” Groaning, I turned around in bed and hid under my covers.

I have been held up in my room most days, Pansy has made many attempts to get me out of bed. So has Draco. But they only last long enough to go to class or to the Room of Requirement. It's not that I am some heartbroken girl crying her eyes all night. No. I no longer care about Adrian. It's the fact that I’m embarrassed.

Lying here, I have been thinking more and more about my relationship with Adrian. All of the things he has said and done to me. Always treating me as if I was not good enough for him. The constant pressure to have sex. The inexcusable fact that he cheated on me. More than once, might I add.

The blankets are ripped from the bed, and I am quick to draw my wand at the raven haired girl responsible.

“I'm not going. It's not like Theo wants me there anyways. He can't even look at me.” I mumble tucking my wand away and reaching for the blankets again.

“Scar, you have to go. You promised and I cannot stand to see you spend another night here. You need fresh air… And some sunlight.” The girl sasses while pulling the blanket back farther so that it is out of reach.

Feeling sorry for me, the girl comes and sits next to me in bed. “I know you're sad about your break up. But look at it this way. You are now a hot single woman. Free to date Th-” She hesitates. “--date anyone you want.”

I huff out a little laugh sitting up on my elbows, so that I can look at her more clearly. “Pans. I am so embarrassed. How could I let him treat me like that for so long?”

Pansy carefully sits next to me on the bed placing a kind hand on my leg. “Scar, I don't want to pretend that I know everything you've been through. Hell, I am pretty sure the only one who truly knows everything, is Draco.”

I fiddle with my wand nervously. I hate keeping secrets from my friends.. But what would they think if they knew the truth? If they knew who my parents were? Yes their parents are Death Eaters. The Dark Lord followers. But mine. Bellatrix and Roudluphus… They are different. They are the deranged Death Eaters that Theo shouted about all those days ago. They are the worst of the worst and I am terrified for them to know the truth.

“But what I do know. Is that us, your family? Your chosen family. Will always be here for you, because we know you will always be here for us.” My heart warms with Pansys sentiments. The ice around her heart cracking just slightly. Just enough to show me love.

I smile at her words as I watch her get up out of bed and grab my hands pulling me out of bed. “We have a match to get to.” She smiles back just as warmly.

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The sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the Quidditch pitch. The air buzzed with anticipation as the Slytherin and Ravenclaw teams took their positions. Draco points out Blaise and Theo above us in the air. I spend the entire game keeping a close eye on Theo, knowing that Adrian is up there as well sends a sense of urgency throughout my body.

The Quaffle soared into the air, and the Chasers from both teams darted after it. Their robes billowed, and their brooms cut through the wind like knives. Ravenclaws Rodger Davies executed a perfect Wronski Feint, diving toward the ground before pulling up at the last second, narrowly avoiding a collision with the goalposts. The crowd gasped, torn between awe and fear.

Meanwhile, the Beaters were locked in a fierce battle. Bradley andChambers swung their bats, sending Bludgers hurtling toward Slytherin’s Seeker, Blaise. But Blaise was agile, twisting and turning on his nimbus, narrowly avoiding disaster. The Bludgers ricocheted off the stands, causing students to duck and scream.

In the commentator’s box, Lee Jordan’s voice crackled over the magical megaphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Quidditch at its finest! Slytherin leads by ten points, but Ravenclaw won’t give up without a fight!”

“Thatta boy Blaise!!” Pansy yells excitedly from beside me. Pansy has been cheering constantly since the match started.

As the game continues, I spot Theo. I have tried my hardest not to focus on him. But watching him fly on his broom. He flies with such freedom. Such east. He turley seems at peace when he's in the air.. The way that he flies so elegantly, through the air has always amazed me.

Something catches my eye, a flash of green. But what causes me great distress is the fact that they are going after another player on Slytherin. Why would they be chasing their own teammate?

“Is that--” I cut Draco off once the two players flew by the stands. Giving us a clear view on the two. “Adrian..” I whisper.

Before I know it, both boys are fighting in the air. Lee Jordans’ voice booms through the field, “There seems to be a scuffle among teammates! Pause. An official pause has been called. All players to the ground immediately”

As the rest of the players head down to the ground and dismantle. But, Theo and Adrian are still in the air.

“THEO!” I shout. But it is useless. He cannot hear me from there. Draco, Pansy and I are all intensely watching. Suddenly, the two are a blur of green and silver in the sky. They are barreling towards the ground as Blaise so desperately tries to reach them. Draco has both Pansy and I wrapped around him, all of us desperately hoping that our friend makes it down safely.

The thud can be heard over all of the murmurs and screams of students and teachers. Without giving it a second thought I break from Draco embrace, running down the stairs of the stands. I can't think of anything other than getting to Theo.

I can vaguely hear my name being called over the ringing. Dust is covering the ground making everything invisible. “Theo!” I shout in response. My heart beats harder in my chest.

As I make my way to the pitch where the two had fallen, I see Theo laying on his back. Broom next to him, his chest still rising and falling with every breath. I drop to my knees and place both hands on his face.

“Theo. Theo please. Wake up” Tears form in my eyes as the dust settles. I can sense our friends behind me, as the rest of the med staff check on Adrian.

“Theo, Teddy… Please.” Still no response. As I hold his face in my hands he looks so peaceful. Almost as if he's sleeping. Slowly. Slower than I have ever moved before I lean my head down. I can feel his labored breaths on my face. One last look.

Once, in a book I read. One that Hermione let me borrow, I read about a princess. Where an evil witch curses the princesses by having her prick her finger on a spinning wheel and fall into a deep sleep, only to be awakened by true love’s kiss.

So, as I sit here a hair away from Theo, all I can think about is that one story. The story of true love. The first muggle story that I have ever read. The first story that has me believing in true love.

The word ‘please’ barely makes it out of my mouth before my lips are on his. There is a moment. One moment, that in my head this is wrong. Where I tell myself that he wouldn't want this. That I am unworthy of his love. But before I am able to pull away, a pair of hands are on me.

One gently wraps around the back of my neck, while the other is placed delicately around my waist. Our kiss lasts longer than I intended as he pulls me closer to him. As I slowly pull away, I am met with the clearest blue eyes I have ever seen.

“Are you my princess charming?” The sultry voice of Theo rings clear within my ears causing the biggest smile to be placed on my face.

A sobbed mixed with laughter exhales out of my mouth as I mumble “You're an idiot.” I place both of my hands on his face once again kissing Theo, hoping that everything I feel, everything I have is conveyed within that kiss.

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I haven't seen Theo since Draco pulled me away, to let Madam Pomfry and Professor Snape carry Theo and Adrian off to the infirmary. I have been pacing back and forth within Draco and Theos dorm since they dragged me back here. I fought with them at first. Insisting I wait within the infirmary, but that was quickly turned down when Snape yelled at us to return to the dorms.

“He's fine, Scar. Theo is stronger than he looks.” Draco tries to reassure me as he stops my pacing, grabbing my hands and squeezing them in a show of solidarity.

“After the show you two started on the pitch, I am surprised he’s not here now. Taking what he has wanted for years.” Blaise mumbles, earning a smack in the head from Pansy.

“I'm just so worried. He fell from so very far. What if I made a mistake? What if I should have let them tend to him first?” I start pacing again. I am unable to sit still. The adrenaline from watching him fall. I was so nervous that I had thought he was injured. The warmth that I felt from his lips upon mine. My head is filled with too many emotions.

Too many thoughts.

Too many doors are open.

I start to panic. My breathing became labored. As if he can tell, Draco stops my movements once more. Leading me to sit on Theos bed. He drapes the throw I had Molly help me knit for Theo a few years back around my shoulders.

Lime, lavender and tobacco invades my senses, as I find myself slowly calming down. The locks upon my doors are being resecured. A wave of calm washes through me, where I am again able to breathe.

It isn't until later that I am awakened by a quiet thump of the dormitory door closing. Opening my eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the darkness I see Draco, Blaise and Pansy around the room.

Pansy on the opposite end of the bed curled in a ball at my feet. Draco leaned up by where I was. Blaise on the other side at the end. I can barely make out him holding Pansies' hand, as I see a shadow passing through the dimly lit room.

“Theo?” I whisper. Sitting up ever so slightly. Before I can come completely to my senses, I ghost a hand upon my face. A pair of bright blue eyes stare back at me.

“Scarlet. Mi Tesoro. Come with me.” hearing my nickname again for the first time in weeks, has my heart hammering within my chest. Placing my hand within the outreach palm I slowly and quietly make my way off the bed and out the door, following Theo's every step.

“Where are we going?” I ask, just above a whisper as he leads me out of the Syltherin common room into the hallway.

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abhainnwhump · 6 months ago

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IMYM Chapter 33: Better Late Than Never: Ribbon

(Content warnings: Drowning, torture, mouth gore, near character death)

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The second Ribbon teleported into his room, he ducked and hid under his blankets.

He tried to calm down his shivering and remind himself that yes, he was safe! He picked up as many stuffed animals as he could and hugged them to his chest. He wasn’t there, but he could hear the faint blastsof Gaster Blasters and the shing of bones and knives. Or that was all in his head, his messy, dumb little head.

I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die. Ribbon’s thoughts raced. Why are they going through so much effort to take me away? Why does Dream hate me so much? Did I do something wrong? I can’t go back, not into that scary hospital . . .

No, Nightmare would never let him be kidnapped and tormented again, he said it himself.

Ribbon clutched Nightmare’s oversized jacket tighter. It smelled like him, apple cider, and it was cozy. Ribbon knew that though as he was the one who made it. He kicked his high heels off and laid the chain of flowers aside. He hoped he could still wear it later, once they defeated Dream and could celebrate.

To distract himself, he played with Sprinkles, the bunny plush he took from Epictale. It was one of his favorites, the teddy bear Nightmare gave him. The second was the very first plush he had in his collection. He named it Lumi. It was even one of the animals he painted on his wall.

Ribbon tilted the heads and messed with the paws of his stuffed animals. “Am I overreacting? Is Nightmare going to be okay? Is he in danger? Oh no oh no . .” Ribbon rubbed his bunny’s arms against his cheek to pretend it was hugging him. Ribbon nuzzled, but he couldn’t stop worrying about Nightmare, Horror, Killer, and himself. Ribbon closed his eyes. If he went to sleep, it would all be over by the time he woke up! It was a perfect plan! He tried his best to drift off. He managed to half-sleep for ten, maybe fifteen minutes.

The doll thought he heard footsteps, but that wasn’t possible. There was no one else here! Was Nightmare back already? But it sounded too frantic. Nightmare could be nervous and wanted to get to him quickly.

The doll looked up as a skeleton with a purple jacket broke into his room. He panted with his eye sockets closed. He opened them to reveal a glowing purple eye. He looked around and groaned. “Ugh . . . not this weird ass room again-”

Epic noticed Ribbon cuddled up on his bed. Ribbon scampered backward, muffling a scream. Panic made him forget his battle training. He struggled between deciding to fight or to hide. Epic did a double take and grinned a serial killer smile. “Oh, hey bruh. Aren’t you supposed to be getting married right now?”

“Yeah, N- Nighty hid me from the bad guys. We’re married!” Ribbon’s voice trembled. He stood up and walked to the side of the room with his parasol. He took a deep breath. Pretend Nightmare was here and he was watching, he was going to be proud . . . Ribbon had to protect him and the castle. “Why are you here?”

“I was breaking in with Cross to get that contract Nightmare put you under! Then Killer came out of nowhere and told Cross he ‘just wanted to talk’. Cross told me to run and we argued and then he pushed me out. I didn’t want to end up here, bruh.” Epic stood up. His hand glided to his belt, but then he paused. A smug look covered his face. “I’m not going to hurt you, put the parasol down.”

“No!” Ribbon didn’t know what he meant by serum. His hand reached up to touch his ruby necklace. He had a bad feeling about that. But Killer was here? He had a backup! Ribbon relaxed a bit. Epic turned around as he heard knives clashing in the hallway. He sighed and offered his hand to Ribbon.

“Look, bruh. I don’t know what’s going on in your head right now and I get you don’t trust me. But this is also seriously messed up. The other guys and I are getting you out of here and to some much-needed therapy. This whole doll and mind control nonsense is finally going to be over.” As Epic spoke, he inched toward the door until he entered the hallway. The battle sounds grew louder. Glass shattered.

“Liar!” Ribbon followed him out into the hall and stood in a dainty battle stance. He stood with one foot in front of the above and Blossom on his shoulder. “You have to think I’m dumb if I’m going to believe that! Well, I am kinda dumb, but you know what I mean! I’m not leaving my husband and I don’t need therapy!”

Epic shrugged, looking more baffled than angry. “Bruh, have you seen yourself lately? Yeah, you do.” He paused. “Hey, that reminds me . . . remember about a year ago when we were playing ‘never have I ever’ and we made that bet? Before all of this happened?”

Ribbon had no idea what he was talking about. He tried to think of what Epic did with him a tear ago, but he didn’t know. At least when it was Dream, Blue, or Error, he knew a little bit. Nightmare never talked about Epic, so he wasn’t worth remembering. “No.”

“That sucks. We were supposed to do this in my AU, but in case you forgot, you and your hentai husband destroyed it. And want to know something else?” He dug into his jacket, took out something yellow and red, then tossed it to him—a squeaky chicken. Ribbon gave it a squeeze. Then Epic grabbed another one for himself and held it out like a sword.

“You still owe me a rubber chicken battle.”

Despite his fear, the doll couldn’t help but giggle. This was so silly! There was no-

Epic slammed the chicken into his chest with the force of a karate kick. Stumbling, Ribbon coughed up stuffing. Why did this guy keep hitting his energy box?

“What? Can’t handle a fight without the octopus?” Epic squeaked the chicken. He charged at him and jumped up, smacking Ribbon in the face with the rubber chicken. It made a loud caw.

Ribbon knew it was breaking the rules, but they weren’t Nightmare’s rules so they didn’t matter. He dropped the rubber chicken and picked up his parasol, which he dropped when he was hit. He twirled with the weapon in his hand and rammed Blossom’s point at Epic, but it hit the wall instead. Oopsies.

“Come on! You’re not even a good sport anymore, bruh!” Epic kept dodging as Ribbon kept stabbing. He ended up hitting him in the shoulder and Epic hissed. His chicken slid a bit from his hand for a moment before he retightened his grip on it.

Ribbon stumbled as he finally landed the hit. Epic hissed and pulled the point out of his shoulder. He stayed light on his feet and moved to hit him again with Blossom.

Epic leaped back and fired a Gaster Blaster at Ribbon. The doll leaped to avoid the beam. He took a moment to regain his breath. Epic kicked him in the face. Ribbon stumbled, coughing up white fluff. His boot was dirty, Nightmare wasn’t going to be happy that his makeup was ruined.

Ribbon solution was to run, he knew the castle better than Epic did. Epic chased after him and teleported in front of his path. Ribbon twisted around and ran to a different hallway. All of the training Nightmare gave him about running in heels paid off. He managed to get away and not trip on his dress. The intruder grunted as he ran. “Calm down, you brainwashed bruh!”

Ribbon bounced awkwardly as he almost tripped on a curve. He said he was doing good too early, or it was too much nasty pride. Ribbon stopped as he came across a different battle. Killer threw knives at Cross, who parried all of them with his dual daggers. But what if Nightmare couldn’t get in and-

“Ribbon!”

Sharp bones surrounded the doll, keeping him in a little cage. No, cage wasn’t the right word, that meant he was being punished. This was more like a safe space. Ribbon put his hands on the sides, not even trying to escape. He looked behind him at Epic. Cross and him in the same place . . . that was scary and dangerous.

“There you are, finally!” Killer shouted over the violence.

Ribbon squealed in his space. Epic shot a massive bone through his train and pinned him to the ground. He pulled the bone with one arm and reached his other arm out for the stronger skeleton. He had to let go to pull his string. “Help me! He’s going to kill me!”

“Bruh, didja listen to a single word I said? You’re not going to die! If anyone is going to bite the bullet here, it’s going to end up being Killer!”

Cross didn’t pay attention to him and sliced Killer’s face. Epic ducked down and dropped a kick to his ankles. Killer tripped but didn’t fall. He stomped on Epic’s exposed hand, holding a knife over his head. Epic rolled to dodge each knife slash, getting part of his trench coat chopped in the process. Ribbon shivered in the spot. Where was Nightmare? He should’ve been here by now! He wanted Nightmare! He wanted his love and protection, he could’ve taken both of them down by now. Ribbon glanced between the three, feeling useless.

“Get off of him!” Cross slammed Killer into the wall with his telekinesis. Ribbon tensed up, but he also got angry. They hurt part of his family! Ribbon focused on the bone and kept pulling it, trying to yank it out of the floor and his dress.

Killer chuckled and launched a field of bones at them. When Epic jumped back, Ribbon snuck up on him with Blossom. Cross tried to go in for the kill, which made Killer grin. Killer fought Epic with much more effort than Cross. Ribbon remembered what Killer told him at the chapel and it all made sense. Ribbon didn’t scream because his pullstring ran out. Epic’s glowing purple eye flashed at him as he stabbed him right above the soul. Epic covered his chest and screamed. Ribbon took his chance when he threw Epic off and stabbed him again. Aw, he had to clean Blossom later. Killer saw what he was doing and decided to help. He fired a Gaster Blaster at Cross to distract him and shot knives at Epic. He dodged most of them, but not the one that stabbed him through the soul and made him collapse.

“EPIC! Fuck, get up!” Cross blocked another one of Killer’s attacks. Cross picked up Epic and held his limp body in his arms. He snapped his finger and teleported away. Ribbon trembled once he left, did he really manage to fight back? Without Nightmare?

He helped Killer stand up and he hugged him, grateful for someone he trusted. Killer pet his head. “Thanks. Boss sent me after you. He’s pretty angry about all this. If Epic hurt you, I’m dead.”

“He- he didn’t hurt me. I’m just scared.” Ribbon wiped his dirty face off with his sleeve, getting it dirty too. He touched the spot where Epic hit him with the rubber chicken. "Well, maybe he damaged my energy box, I don't know . . ."

"Aw, damn it," Killer said. "I'll tell boss that he hurt you before I came and saved your life, but you gotta back me up."

"I will! Promise!" Ribbon nodded and Killer ruffled his head, making him giggle. Killer tilted his head, listening for Cross. He walked into one of the rooms with a window and peered out. Cross ran through a tunnel at the bottom of the castle.

Killer grabbed him. "Hold on one sec, I'm gonna shortcut the shortcut." Killer snapped his fingers and teleported to the castle gardens, next to the lake. Nightmare didn't like him around this place because he was always worried he was going to fall in.

"Error! For the love of Asgore, where are you?" Cross swore under his breath. He crouched down and covered Epic's injury to heal him. His soul hovered above his chest. Blossom left a nasty gash in the middle of it. Was it wrong to feel a teeny tiny bit of guilt?

Killer didn't even try to sneak up and attacked right away. Ribbon wasn't ready. Cross created a shield of bones around him as he kept trying to heal Epic. Killer teleported inside the bones. He eyed something poking out of Epic's jacket, a syringe and a sheet of paper. Ribbon had no idea what the syringe was for, but he recognized his contract. Nightmare wanted that!

"That's Nightmare's!' Ribbon pointed out. Cross didn't seem to care. Even Nightmare's scariest moments didn't compare to the glare Cross gave him right now.

"I can't believe you." Cross charged at him with his daggers. He had to leave Epic and his bleeding chest alone in the grass. Killer dashed around Cross, leaving small cuts all around his body. Cross's clothes were already so ripped up that it seemed like nothing changed. Cross summoned a massive Gaster Blaster and jumped on it. He fired it at Killer with the same fire burning in his eye lights. The flames burned down a long X-shaped path of trees and flowers. Ribbon yipped in fear, almost stumbling into the lake by accident. Cross's guard armor looked like it almost glowed purple.

"ERROR! CORE!" Cross screamed into the sky. His soul was wrapped in blue magic and Killer zipped him around the grassy area. He bashed and bonked into every surface like a basketball. Once he stopped, he was covered in bruises and scars, but he didn't give up. He looked even angrier as he wiped purple blood off his face.

Killer pulled him close. "My offer's still open if you wanna give up."

Cross tried to stab him in the face, but due to the awkward position of his arm. He couldn't go far and it ended up swinging in the air more than anything. He kicked Killer's knees, trying to knock them out and make them trip. Ribbon stayed far away from the fight. He ran along the path, trying to return to the castle. Killer was strong, Killer could do this. But something made him stop.

Cross screamed and used his telekinesis to trap Ribbon in a bubble. He threw him in the air and off to the side. Ribbon screamed and kicked mid-air before slamming into the lake. He kicked and flailed his arms to get to the surface, but sparks flew out. Ribbon sunk deeper into the lake. Water leaked through the ball joints on his body. This was exactly what Dust warned him about. Where was Killer? Why wasn't he there to save him? Ribbon's vision flickered as his eyes sparked. The hand he reached up for help fell. It felt like his mechanical organs were going to explode. His vision went dark as he sank into the dark blue lake. At least it was pretty . . . sorry Nightmare.

A hand reached out into the dark, but Ribbon already fell asleep.

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Ribbon wasn't sure what happened next, he was knocked out and confused. He remembered . . . drowning, that was right! Cross pushed him into the lake and Ribbon started to die. He looked around the room and recognized it as the medical room. He was wrapped in a thick blanket and his entire body hurt like it was lit on fire. His wedding dress and jacket were gone and he wore a dry fluffy nightgown. His vision was still blurry. He found Lumi lying by his side in the blanket and Ribbon weakly held it. The ball-jointed openings on his body were all wrapped in tight bandages.

Nightmare sat on the bed next to him, reading a novel. He looked sleepy. Ribbon made small noises, whatever he was able to do since he didn't have the energy to pull his string. Nightmare heard it immediately and moved to Ribbon's side, holding his hand. "Ribbon! Oh my sweet little doll, how do you feel? Don't move."

Nightmare tightened the blanket around him and pressed his head against his. Nightmare pushed Ribbon aside so he could hold him. His tendrils wrapped around him and Nightmare showered him with kisses. "You need to thank Dust the next time you see him, he saved your life. We've been draining the water out of you for about thirty-six hours now. Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. It seems every time I leave you, even for a minute, you're hurt. I believed you would be safe here."

Ribbon squirmed in bed, trying to reach his pullstring. Nightmare pinned his arms down when he cuddled him. Ribbon tried to point at it so he could talk. Nightmare pulled it for him and Ribbon sighed. "Thirty-six hours? Does that mean I missed the wedding?"

He was excited for the dancing and the cake and having a romantic evening! Then he screwed it up because he was too slow to stop Cross. Nightmare nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. You missed the ceremony and it was me and the Murder Time Trio. Don't feel too upset, there were plenty of leftovers. You must be hungry, would you like me to bring you some of the lamb?"

Ribbon nodded. It looked amazing when the delivery people brought it. "Yes please! Can I have some of the cake too?"

"Of course. Whatever you want, my wife, I'll get it for you." Nightmare got out of bed. Before he left, he paused with a chuckle. "I almost forgot the best part. The Star Sanses, Cross, Epic, and Core won't be bothering you anymore, they're in the dungeon. Horror found Core in the castle. They broke some of the ballroom, but it's fixable. I was waiting until you woke up for Cross to receive his punishment. I thought you would enjoy watching and receiving revenge."

Ribbon's head peeked up. "Really? Can I watch?"

"That's what I was hoping you would say. Would you like to eat first or after you see Cross?"

"I can wait to eat." Ribbon tried to sit up, but his head ached. He coughed up a bit of water, still not a hundred percent out of his system. Nightmare didn't mind helping though and scooped Ribbon up in his arms, taking the blanket off. He carried him carefully out of the medical room. Ribbon wouldn't have minded falling asleep again with Nightmare rocking him. "When I drowned . . . did I destroy my dress?"

Nightmare shook his head. "You soaked it, and my jacket. Both of those items can be dried. I don't care about your clothes, Ribbon. Just you." Nightmare peered down and looked bashful. "But you are to make up the lost night to me by putting that dress back on and dancing with me. I would say in the ballroom, but that's under repair, so wait until the honeymoon."

“I promise, I'll dance for you. I can sing for you too . . ." Ribbon smiled at the thoughts. He could sing for Nightmare too. Nightmare carried Ribbon down the steps of the dungeon, not struggling a step. Ribbon listened to the faint sound of arguing. He recognized Error's voice above all else. His friend was back.

Nightmare walked into a different room though, the private torture chamber. Cross sat in a chair, tied up and furious, but also confused. The gag in his mouth kept him from saying much, but Ribbon assumed he was mad at Killer. Killer seemed disappointed at Cross's confusion, whatever they were talking about. Nightmare sat down on the floor nearby and sat Ribbon on his lap.

Cross's eye sockets widened in shock. Killer ripped his gag off and made him cough. "Ink? I thought you drowned."

“He almost drowned. Or more accurately, you almost drowned him." Nightmare pat Ribbon's head as spoke as if he was a perfect pet cat.

"I didn't know he was weak to water! How was I supposed to know that? I was trying to distract Killer by making him chase after-"

"I don't care if it was an accident, you attempted to kill my wife. Now you're paying the consequences of attempting to kill him. Along for betraying me, dating my brother, and making Killer sob for a week straight. You changed and ruined everything."

Killer shot Nightmare a narrowed look.

Nightmare ignored him. Ribbon's head drifted to the side, but he kept smiling at Cross. “I already know what I want to do with you." Nightmare snapped his fingers.

He summoned two clamps, one to hold each side of his mouth open. He also summoned a mini saw. Ribbon oohed. Nightmare handed the tools to Killer with his tendrils. "Killer, do you remember the jaw kill we used on Fellswap Mettaton years ago?"

A flash of doubt crossed Killer's face, but then he looked at Cross and it turned into jealousy. He grinned. "Yeah, that was one of my favorite kills! Top five at the least. That's what Cross deserves?"

“What the hell are you guys talking about? What's a jaw kill?" Cross pulled at his chains, but the Anti-magic effects were strong.

"You'll find out. You're experiencing the set up, but not the death. Don't worry, traitor." Nightmare nodded toward Killer. He grabbed both clamps and walked closer to Cross. Nightmare leaned down by Ribbon's head. "If this scares you too much, tell me and I'll shield you, okay, sweetie pie?" Ribbon nodded.

Killer strapped the devices onto Cross. The metal pried his mouth open and he struggled to close it. He thrashed as he tried to pull the device off. Killer snickered. "I take back what I said earlier, you still look hot when you're helpless. Sucks you still don't want me."

Killer flipped the saw in his hand and hit the hinge of Cross's jawbone. He sawed back and forth, making Cross scream. The clamps kept him from closing his mouth. Killer didn't saw it all the way off, only enough so there was a tiny hinge on each. Cross's eyes turned into pinpricks. The violence scared Ribbon, but it also made him smile. Cross was never going to hurt any of them ever again!

Once both sides were sawed and Cross was in a daze, Killer stuck his hand under his jawbone. He put the other one on the side of Cross's head. In one quick swoop, Killer twisted Cross's head with a punch and a snap that echoed around the room. That, and Cross's screams of pain, were the only sounds. His blood-stained lower jaw flew across the room and hit the wall. Cross looked down at his mouth the best he could. His entire jaw was gone. His thrashing got worse.

Nightmare held the jawbone in his tendril and looked it over. "You had an excellent skull shape, shame you had to ruin it. I'll keep this on my office wall, sound fair?"

Cross tried to scream, but without his missing jaw and tongue, he couldn't say anything. He toppled and the chair fell with him, making him land harshly on the ground and knocking him out. Ribbon clapped and Nightmare laughed.

He deserved it, it was fair!

(Before Nightmare and Ribbon made it into the dungeon, Killer sang some parody of "Meant to Be Yours" from Heathers the Musical. Something about killing Epic and/or Dream and turning the Omega Timeline into Vietnam. Cross is sitting there like "what the fuck")

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