#sobbing and crying on the floor in the lab

[fatuismooches]

Angst idea for fragile reader who is losing memory: they start recording with a Kamera to document their memories

A recording of reader giving a basic run-down of everything, their relationships, hobbies, past, etc. A summarisation of who they were for their future amnesiac self

Zandik finds the Kamera, and the first recording is reader bidding their future self to *please* not be scared of Dottore and his segments. They are trying their best, and showing fear to them will sadden them, especially tiny Zandy

(x, x, x) Despite your failing memory, you still remember the day Dottore introduced the Kamera to you. You were so fascinated by it, enthralled with the idea that memories could be recorded and eternally preserved. So you always made it a habit to take pictures of everything and anything. However, you could have never expected you to use the Kamera in such a way. A message to your future self, because you could only imagine how lost and confused you'd be, waking up in a place like this with people like Dottore. You speak about anything and everything, nothing is too small, not when you're going to forget about it. You recount exactly how you fell in love with him in the Akademiya, your relationship, the segments, dynamics, a bunch of info on each of them, yourself, what you like, how future you will probably be extremely distressed and confused about everything.

But all you say is that they truly do love you, they want to help you, and despite the kind of people they are and what they do, you love them too. They'll probably scare you sometimes, and freak you out, but they love you. And you hope that future you can see that.

You plead to your future self, at the very least, leave Zandy out of it. He is but a child, who has nothing but warmth and love for you. At least try to return the feeling to him, and don't shun him when he seeks you out...

[perilegs]

my sweet little baby man is no longer with us

[buckyalpine]

You know what I was thinking of all day? Comforting our sad baby Bucky who just wants a hug. He's tired from a bad mission. His body aches. He saw things he didn't want to. He could really just use something.

Even just a smile?

He doesn't have a lot of friends and most people around the compound outside of the team avoid him. Even those who'd worked with him for ages were still wary, scared he'd snap if they just asked how he's doing. He would have liked it, even just a hello in passing. When he walks by with a scowl on his face, no one meets his eye. If they did, they would have seen the storm that was brewing inside was not an angry one.

He just needed to be held.

When he continues to make his way towards his room, he's given a few nods from a couple of teammates but he knows they're doing it while holding their breath. He reaches his room and the damn is about to break, he hasn't been held in years, he feels so cold and empty, was he really so terrifying, no one would-

"Sergeant Barnes?"

A gentle voice calls for him, forcing him to swallow the lump in his throat. He knows that voice, mustering his best smile as he turns around to find Tony's lab assistant with a cup of chamomile tea in his mug and a file with the mission report he was supposed to fill out.

"Everyone's filling their reports in the conference room, I figured you'd rather have some privacy so I thought I'd bring it to you" You give him the same warm smile you grace everyone with, handing him the steaming cup, "and of course, your favourite"

It's too much. Normally it wouldn't be but he's never given such kindness but he always gets it from you. You're so unbelievably affectionate to everyone and he really doesn't feel worthy but today he needs it so he graciously accepts the tea and file with a soft thank you.

"and call me Bucky, doll"

You stiffen at the slight crack in his voice, frowning when he keeps his eyes trained to the floor. It wasn't unusual for Bucky to keep to himself but you catch his reddened nose and glassy baby blues and it breaks your heart.

He opens the door to enter his room ready to drown in a lonely storm when that voice calls again. Surely he was dreaming. He sets down his things, turning to find you still at his door.

"Bucky?" You enter his room, standing before him when he doesn't ask you to leave, "Are you okay?"

He doesn't trust himself, nodding and desperately blinking back tears. He wished you'd leave, he wished you'd stay, he wished he could just tell you what he needed, his hands fisted into balls by his side, he should just suck it up, what was he expecting-

"Come here" You whisper, your hand coming to cradle the back of his head, bringing it to rest into your neck where he can let go, your arms wrapping around his body.

Bucky doesn't get a chance to realize what's happening because as soon as he feels your touch the first sob escapes. He's hidden himself away in your hold, his tears wetting your skin with no remorse. He clings onto you like a lifeline while you coo and comfort him, playing with his hair and rubbing his back.

You don't let go, allowing him to cry for as long as he needs. Even after his cries turn into sniffles, you comfort him, pressing a kiss to his temple while he holds you extra tight.

When he's finally ready to let go, albeit reluctantly, he's instantly shused from trying to apologize. You don't ask questions asking what happened or why he was upset. It really didn't matter. You just knew. Bucky whispers a thank you, making a mental note to get you some flowers to properly showed you how much he appreciated it.

Of course you'd always just know when he needed it so he'd thank you again with coffee.

Dinner.

Dinner again.

Eventually, a ring.

You always knew what he needed.

A hug.

That was all.

[liketolaugh-writes]

Thinking about a full ghost Danny AU where he just straight-up dies in the portal. I think there should be more of those. <3

Character death, obviously.

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The drive back to Fentonworks was a blur in Maddie's memory, keeping Tucker on the line while he sobbed and stammered, trying and failing to keep himself together and explain what happened.

"-doesn't h-have a heartbeat and he's f-freaking out-"

"It just turned on, we don't know w-what happened, he, he said it didn't work-"

"-trying to keep Danny c-calm-"

"Please come home."

Jack's driving was even worse than usual, veering through the streets in an undisguised panic. Maddie hadn't been able to discern much from Tucker's ramble; the portal had finally turned on, but the kids had been messing around with it and Danny had gotten hurt. How hurt? Tucker didn't seem to be sure, but all three of them were in a state.

Jack pulled into their driveway and flung himself out, half the GAV still sprawled across the sidewalk. Maddie was right behind him, hanging up on Tucker with a quick assurance that they'd be right there.

"DANNY!" Jack yelled.

"In here!" Sam called back, from the open lab door. Of course.

Maddie slipped past Jack and got there first, almost falling down the stairs in her haste. What she saw there made her heart stop.

Danny wasn't there. There were three teens crumpled on the ground in front of the activated portal (a part of her sang, it worked, it worked) but Danny wasn't one of them. There was Tucker, staring blankly at the floor, and Sam, with her arm around a strange, glowing white-haired boy that was in tears - a ghost. A ghost? A ghost!

"GHOST!" Jack yelled in delight. The teen sobbed harder.

"Where's Danny?" Maddie demanded. Sam looked up sharply, her eyes wide like Maddie had never seen, her face dead pale under her makeup.

"I'm sorry!" Sam blurted out, looking nearly in tears herself. "I just, I, I thought it would be cool, it was just a picture, I, I didn't think-"

Maddie's heart skipped a beat. "Sam. Where is Danny?"

Sam looked at the crying boy next to her, huddled under her arm as if for comfort. The boy looked up, radioactive eyes swimming with tears and the water on his skin sparkling prismatically, and met Maddie's eyes.

"Mom," he croaked, his voice tripled and echoing with itself like a movie memory. "What happened to me?"

Maddie's knees gave out, and she crumpled to the floor, unable to take her eyes from the ghost in front of her. In a moment, she understood.

That was Danny. His colors had partially inverted, his hair turning white, the colors of his haz-mat suit - God, that was his haz-mat suit, the one they'd made for him and that he never used - reversing to white-on-black. He'd huddled into Sam, shaking and gasping, but now was pulling away, looking at Maddie like- like he thought she could fix this.

"I think something's wrong," Danny said, his voice trembling somewhere underneath all the alien reverberation. "Should we go to the hospital or, or something?"

"I don't think the hospital can fix this, man," Tucker said weakly, lifting his head just to stare at Danny.

The portal powered down with a whine. Maddie jerked her head up with a gasp, and found Jack at the control box, backing up silently. Jack stared into the portal. Maddie followed his gaze.

She couldn't stop the scream that tore itself from her throat. Jack yelled too, running inside, tripping over the bundled cables, and collapsing unceremoniously short of the body inside. Careless of that, Jack crawled forward the last few feet, scooped up the body, and then started to sob, cradling Danny's burnt and blistered corpse against him.

"...Do we call 911?" Danny asked, voice cracking. Maddie's head snapped back to him from the corpse, watching him stare in bleak, lost confusion at his father and the body he was hugging.

Danny didn't even believe in ghosts. Neither of their kids hid it, treating their profession with a lighthearted exasperation at home and plain embarrassment outside. Somehow, the fact made all of this worse.

"What's happening?" Danny asked helplessly. Shock, the stable part of Maddie's brain told her. He sees what's going on but his mind won't comprehend it. (He wasn't expecting to die today.)

"Y-yes," Maddie said at last, and then forced her voice to stabilize. "I'll... I'll call 911."

But first, she held out her arms, and Danny all but scrambled across the room to throw himself into her arms, still shaking. He was cold as ice, freezing through her haz-mat suit, and that was before he slipped forward with a yelp and tumbled through her. He scrambled back with a cry and tried again, and this time fell solidly against her, hiccupping. She wrapped an arm around him, shushing him softly, and groped for her phone with the other hand. She couldn't take her eyes off Jack, now carrying Danny out of the portal and staring from his corpse to his ghost, looking shattered.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"My son is dead," Maddie heard herself say. Danny hiccupped and clutched at her tighter. There was a brief pause.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am. Where are you? Have you checked his pulse?"

"We're at the Fentonworks building, 18701 northwest..." She rattled off the address mindlessly, and reached down to fumble for Danny's wrist. He let her have it without complaint, too terrified to put up any resistance. She shuddered as she felt nothing, not even the tendons or bone that should be there. Then she looked up at the corpse in Jack's arms and swallowed. "Jack, h-his... his pulse."

Jack nodded mutely and fumbled for Danny's wrist, gingerly running his fingers down the burnt skin until he found the right spot.

"What do you mean, his pulse, his ghost is literally in your lap!" Sam half-shrieked, her mascara running and her fists clenched against her cheeks, her breath coming in short gasps.

"No pulse," Jack croaked hollowly, staring at Danny's ghost.

"Maybe they could..." No, it was a foolish thought, and she wouldn't put false hopes into Danny's head just to put off her own grief. She cradled him closer again, feeling him shudder. She spoke to the operator. "N-no pulse, ma'am."

"Ambulance and police are on their way," the operator said, calm and reassuring. "Can you stay on the line with me?"

"Yes." Maddie felt numb, her own hands trembling as she held Danny close.

"Thank you. Can you tell me your name? Is there anyone else with you?"

"Maddie Fenton," she said. "My husband is with me, and my son's two friends, and... and my son's ghost."

There was another brief pause.

"Alright, Maddie." Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought the operator sounded gentler there. They thought she was crazy, of course. Maddie shut her eyes. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I, I don't know. My son Danny was home with his friends, and they called and..." Deep breath. She started over. "There was an accident in our lab. Danny was electrocuted by one of our in-progress projects."

"Is the device still on?"

"No, ma'am. We had to turn it off to remove the, the body."

Maddie continued answering questions on autopilot, most of her attention on her son, her husband, and the body. Danny had stopped crying, but remained glued to her side, shivering and sniffling. Jack continued to cradle Danny's body, but his eyes were now fixed on Danny, grief spread across his face. Sam and Tucker had both quieted, watching them with fearful, guilt-stricken looks.

It seemed to take forever for the police and ambulance to arrive. Sam got up to show them inside without being asked, staggering up to steps on obviously shaky legs. Maddie was too grateful to insist on her or Jack doing it; with Danny's ghost cradled against her and his corpse in Jack's arms, well...

The paramedics arrived first, sharp-eyed and professional, but the first almost immediately faltered as he laid eyes on the scene. But Jack held up Danny's body beseechingly, his eyes wet and miserable, and they jolted into action.

"Thank you, ma'am," Maddie said to the woman on the line. "They're here now. May I hang up?"

"Yes. The paramedics will take it from here. Take care, Maddie."

Maddie hung up, and looked at the two paramedics as they filed down. They looked at each other, one inclined his head toward Danny, and they split up, one heading for Jack and the body, the other toward Maddie and the ghost. Both of them knelt beside their chosen patient, and Maddie fixed her attention on the one with her.

"Are you Danny?" the paramedic asked, unexpectedly gentle. Danny peeked up and nodded uncertainly, and the paramedic glanced at the body before seeming to make a decision. "Okay, Danny. My coworker June is going to check your body for signs of life to see if you can still be revived. Are you okay with that?" Danny hiccupped and nodded, though a new wave of tears welled up and trickled down his cheeks. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Danny hiccupped again, reaching up to wipe his eyes. "M-my friends wanted to see the p-portal," he managed, voice wavering. Maddie squeezed him, her own eyes welling up while the paramedic listened patiently. "A-and it didn't work so I t-thought it would be f-fine. I went inside a-and I d-didn't check if it was plugged in or anything, a-and then I tripped and fell and I think I hit a button and it turned on!" His voice rose until he was almost wailing. Maddie's throat tightened, and she hugged him closer. Her poor baby.

"You were electrocuted?" the paramedic checked softly.

"I guess," Danny sniffled. "I dunno. It just hurt. And then I felt really cold, and then I..." He looked down at himself and sniffled again, tears slipping nonstop down his cheeks. "Am I dead?"

The paramedic looked at his coworker, who met his eyes and shook her head. Maddie had to swallow a hiccup of her own, trying to be brave for her terrified son. The paramedic did a much better job at it, looking back at Danny and speaking gently.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "There's nothing we can do. June is going to call a coroner and explain the situation-" He caught the other paramedic's eye, and she gave him a nod. "-and we'll have your body taken somewhere it can be prepared for burial or cremation, whichever you prefer." Danny started crying again, and the paramedic exhaled and looked up to meet Maddie's eyes. "Obviously, there's no protocols for this situation. But, as his mother, I think it would still be appropriate for you to make a decision if he doesn't feel able to."

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - nsfw, physical/psychological abuse, wildly unhealthy relationship dynamics, and derogatory language.

Most days, Bailey struggles to decide whether you're an idiot or a masochist.

He’s leaning towards the former, but it wouldn’t take much to sway him towards the latter. That doesn’t make you special on its own, though – no, most of the stupid brats in his orphanage have shit for brains and the survival instincts of pre-splattered roadkill, but you manage to make your peers look like shining pillars of intelligence and caution and all the good, important, necessary traits that you were tragic enough to be born without. If he didn’t know better, he might think that you’re doing it on purpose, that your behavior is just the product of some misplaced cry for attention. You should count yourself lucky that he’s a hell of a lot smarter than you’ll ever be.

He should’ve gotten rid of you the first time you failed to pay your rent. He should’ve, and he tried to – selling you off to the highest bidder, leaving you blindfolded in alleyways and restrained on the edge of town, but like a beaten dog too stupid to acknowledge that its master left it for dead, you always seem to drag yourself back, always bruised, most often bloody, and occasionally soaking wet. More than once, you haven’t made it all the way back, and he’s had to go out of his way to pick up ‘his precious ward’ from the intensive care unit at Harper’s request. He would leave you there, if he thought his reputation would survive giving that freak of a doctor a free lab rat.

 You can’t hold down a job. That part, he can’t entirely blame on you. If going outside is risky, then trying to earn a living is all-but a death sentence in a town like this. He knows you have a few minor gigs, pick up odd jobs every now-and-then around the wealthier neighborhoods, but it’s never more than petty cash, and having to watch you drag yourself through the orphanage halls with torn clothes and that distant, glazed-over look in your eyes almost makes what little rent money you can scrap up not worth it. You’re wary enough to keep your head down in school, so you don’t have a lot of friends, either. Most of your time is spent at home; toiling in your weed-infested garden, trying to pretend you aren’t hiding in your room, and when he lets you, curling up in the smallest, darkest corner of his office – your legs pulled into your chair and your eyes fixed on the floor. He asked, once, why you thought you had to waste your time sulking in his peripheral like some poor, attention-starving kitten. Despite help from the better half of a bottle from his vintage stash, he can still remember your answer.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, with a smile so delicate, he was almost tempted to see how easily it shattered. “I guess I just feel safe around you.”

He stopped asking for rent, after that.

He tries not to think about you. It’s a constant effort, but he tries the hardest when he’s standing in your doorway hours after midnight, fucking his fist as you pretend to sleep less than a full ten feet away. He still hasn’t made up his mind about the masochist part, but you have to be an idiot. A pretty, empty-headed idiot.

His pretty, empty-headed idiot.

He decides, as he finishes to the sound of your muffled sobbing, that he’ll soak it in while he can. Even if he does his best, even if he keeps his distance, even if you never come to your senses and run far, faraway, he knows he won’t have long left to enjoy this.

He knows that, no matter how hard he tries to hold himself back, you’re not going to feel very safe around him for much longer.

[accioscarheadthings]

ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 5

kenji sato x reader

summary: kenji finds a secret that you have been keeping from him and it's making him doubt everything about you

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

warning: angst, arguments, emi defending you, mention of violence, gore, blood, and death, onset of a panic attack

masterlist !

an undercover agent.

working for the kdf

kenji's mind was whirling as he glared at your watch with utmost loathing. he was up early that morning, not being able to sleep much with the information he had discovered.

"good morning," you walked into his lab in the basement.

the watch slipped his grasp and he accidently kicked it your way.

you turned towards it and your expression turned alarmed at once, "kenji... where did you find that?" you had an idea of what he might of seen if he had your watch.

kenji turned around to face you, his eyes blazing with anger as he strode towards you, "the kdf? seriously?"

"oh god, ken," you covered your face with your hands, "it's not what it looks like-"

"i can't believe I trusted you. all along, you were working against us. you're nothing but a traitor!"

you flinched at his words, hurt by the disappointment and betrayal in his voice. but despite the pain, you didn't know how to tell him the truth. so you steeled yourself for his barrage of accusations.

"you had me fooled all this time. it was all just a facade, wasn't it? you were leading me on, using me to get what you wanted,"

"please, let me explain," you tried to speak, your frustration rising, "allow me to explain. i need you to trust me, kenji," you picked up the watch and strapped it around your wrist.

"i can't. not anymore," he snapped in disdain, "I thought I wasn't good enough for you, when it was you who was wrong all along, "you know deep down that you're not good enough, don't you? that's why you're always trying so hard to prove yourself. you're just a poser, pretending to be something you're not,"

your shoulders sagged at his words and your expression cleared. you swore you heart your heart crack.

ah, he hit the home run.

emi stepped between you and kenji, crying out in perplexity. she had never seen you argue with each other, but now, she didn't like it one bit.

kenji stared up at her, "step aside, young lady! you're gonna be in big trouble!"

emi trilled in retaliation, glancing at you in confusion.

you wanted to defend yourself, to prove that he was wrong, but something didn't feel right.

you couldn't breathe.

a chill slithered down your sweaty back, bursting into a shiver throughout your body.

kenji yelled, losing all sense, "emi! you're taking her side but she's the bad guy! she will kill you!"

"that's enough, kenji!" professor sato thundered, having just entered the lab, and having heard enough.

you froze, all of it sinking it. the words ascended your throat to defend yourself, and when you opened your mouth, you could hardly breathe.

you clutched your chest, scurrying out of the lab, ignoring professor sato's calls.

emi hurried after you, sobbing, but the tube elevator had disappeared out of view. she slumped down in her place with a pout, ears drooping down.

you barged into your room, leaning on the edge of your bed, and slid down the floor.

the memories of your past come rushing back to you like a tidal wave.

flashes of your parents’ faces, their voices, and the sound of the door being broken down by armed guards fill your mind.

you were transported back to that terrifying day when your parents were arrested, your body trembling with fear and anger. You watched as the guards roughed up your parents, grabbing them without any consideration.

you feel the familiar pang of betrayal as you watch your parents being dragged into the van, their shouts of protest silenced by the KDF officers.

"no," you hit the side of your head repeatedly to knock off the images, "stop it!"

the scene changed, and you saw your parents being taken to a high-security facility. you watched as they were separated and taken to different rooms, their faces etched with worry and pain.

as you follow your parents, the memory begins to blur and shift. you can see your parents being subjected to intense questioning, their bodies bound to chairs as their minds are probed and invaded.

screams of pain echoed throughout the facility they tortured your parents to no end. blood oozing out of their skin where they had been beaten and battered up for information.

as you came out of the flashback, you were brought back to the present moment. the memories of your parents' arrest and torture came flooding back, and you felt yourself starting to spiral into yourself.

your breathing became shallow, your hands shaking, your mind racing with images of your parents in agony and drenched in blood.

your knees buckled, and you found yourself sinking to the ground. you could feel the onset of a panic attack, your body beginning to shake, chest tightening.

your watch beeped and your warbird suit encapsulated you, covering you from head to toe, metal plates shifting upwards over your body.

"no, not now," you screwed your eyes shut, reaching out to reality and attempting to steady your breathing.

snapping them open, your suit lit up and you began to gather yourself.

"her parents died that day," professor sato explained to kenji over the cries of emi, "they didn't make it through the interrogation. at first, y/n's father thought they were getting arrested for the identity of warbird, partner in crime of ultraman," he scoffed, "but they were wrong. it was for their involvement in kaiju studies. y/n's father knew where kaij island was. so they thought they could torture it out of him. it got so severe that they-" he paused, screwing his eyes shut in agony, "they tortured them to death," his voice shook.

kenji shut his eyes, his heart heavy with sorrow, regret, and guilt. The weight of his actions and the full extent of his guilt started to sink in, and he began to understand the gravity of his words.

"the kdf disposed of their bodies by faking a car accident. inconsiderate of the little girl that was orphaned," professor sato's heart ached at the memory, his eyes getting glassy.

"y/n got into the kdf under a fake name by using her skill and expertise to know why they were specifically after emi. and also to know if her parents were, by some miracle, still alive,"

"kenji, professor sato," mina interrupted, "dr. y/n is experiencing a panic attack. i suggest immediate assistance before her condition gets worse,"

kenji felt his heart drop, "where is she?" he spun around to face the ai, who was also worried for you.

"in the guest room, but kenji-"

he didn't let her finish. he rushed to the elevator, his brain screaming at him to get to you at once, "dad, watch emi, i'll go check in on y/n,"

once kenji skidded to a stop in front of your room, he found the door ajar. stepping in, he took in the bedroom's state of disarray.

several items were strewn across the room as though you had stumbled over them. the sheets on the bed were yanked off, leaving the mattress exposed.

but most of your things were gone, and so were you, leaving the balcony door open.

he sat alone in the empty room, consumed by a wave of guilt that seemed to crush him. he replayed the argument over and over in his mind, your broken expression, berating himself for the heated words he had spoken and the hurtful tone he had used.

he regretted allowing his emotions to boil over and push you away. the silence of the room was almost deafening, intensifying his sense of remorse and longing for your presence.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE !

ahhh!! i'm sorry for the angst, my loves!

they will make it up to each other so, don't worry about it. even after i finish the series, i'll be writing drabbles because i can't get enough of kenji sato. if you guys have any requests, don't hesitate to send them.

also, do you guys want another smut chapter? i think it'll be an overkill. but if you guys want it, i'll make it work somehow;)

let me know below <33

[prettynpinkputhy]

Taste of sin 🍎

Warning MDNI⚠️: Sexual themes, language, violence, bondage , angst etc

Synopsis: mc reunites with Caleb but something feels…off.

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w.c: 2.k

Your breath hitches, mouth gaping with shock as a ghost stands before you. Caleb. The same Caleb who’d walk you to school and fight off bullies. The same one who wiped your tears and bandaged your wounds because you were too clumsy. The same eyes, hair, and smell. But something was different. He’s changed. His stare was glazed over, as if looking through you. His past friendly smile now a cold grimace.

What happened to him? You think, wrist burning from fighting against the cuffs locked securely around them.

The legs of your seat scratch the wooden floor beneath you. “Caleb?! You’re alive!” You cry wanting nothing more than to burst free and wrap him in a hug so tight he’d bruise. Could this mean grandma was alive too? Did he save her? Your mind races with endless scenarios of them both being safe and sound. He slithers around you like a serpent, scanning your every breath and movement.

The cool leather of his gloved hand brushes your neck ever so slightly. “So you haven’t forgotten me.”

“No, no never. I thought you were gone…”

He cuts you off. “And you didn’t even see for yourself. You blindly took the word of your precious Hunter association.” He says the words as if they’re rancid.

Your eyes plead with him, thoughts racing with conspiracies. “Why wouldn’t I? I saw the team pull your body from the rubble.”

“Tch. Now that can’t be true considering I’m standing right here in front of you. Tell me, did you help them plan this? Cooperate and you won’t be harmed.” You feel a cool mechanical item press behind your ear. A faint shock zaps your sensitive flesh just enough to make you hiss.

“Caleb,That hurts!” you pant.

He pulls the device away, walking around to face you once more. Using his evol he yanks a chair forward before sitting down directly in front of your knees. You can see it now, the black weapon that delivered the shock. His slender fingers run along the length of it, your chest rises and falls.

“Talk or I’ll up the voltage. Are you working for them?”

Your eyes dart wildly from your restrained state to your childhood companion who’s supposed to be dead. “I am a hunter. Of course I work for them Caleb! You know that.” He pushes the head of the rod to your thigh. “Last chance.” You shake your head, lip quivering. His brows raise and he nods to himself before pressing the button, this time it’s far worse. Your thigh tenses as pure electricity is delivered into your bare leg. You chose the Worst possible day to wear a skirt.

A scream of pain rips from your throat. Your head hangs with exhaustion, sweat sliding down the nape of your neck. Your thighs tremble with aftershock. He growls and shoots to his feet, his evol loses control for a moment and sends the chair flying into the wall. His gloved hand grips your jaw harshly, yanking your eyes to him. “How could you betray me, y/n! Do you have any idea what they did to me?! Cut and pried me open like a fucking lab rat!” Tears well in your eyes, your brows scrunching in confusion and sympathy. Someone hurt Caleb. Why would they do that?

“W-who hurt you?” You manage to whimper despite his hold on your jaw. His eyes widen, a flicker of vulnerability peeking through before it quickly clouds back over.

“You know who. They wanted to harvest my Evol and you helped them. Lured me back into that house. Abducting me Is one thing but…Josephine? She practically raised us! How could you do that?” He throws your face to the side with disgust.

“You think I started that explosion?! I was right beside you Caleb!” You sob, unable to believe these accusations.

He whirls around to face you, hand rubbing his chin. “You may not have lit the flame but you stood with them And watched us burn.” His clenched fist shakes. You thrash around. This wasn’t Caleb. It couldn’t be. You have to escape and get away from this imposter before he kills you.

“Trying to run?” He flicks his finger down and an invisible crushing weight forces your feet to the ground. “Looks like this kitty needs a bell.” He saunters over to a place out of your line of vision. When he comes back into frame he’s carrying something bionic and circular. Is that…a collar?

“Don’t do this Caleb! It’s me. y/n. Pipsqueak, remember?” You desperately try to get through to him. He doesn’t budge. His gaze cold as he bends down to buckle the collar tightly around your neck. A red light beams from it. A detonator maybe? Every swallow caused it to squeeze and choke you.

“No. You died with Josephine in that fire. The girl I knew…she’s gone. Replaced with a greedy monster. How much did they pay you, huh? Was it worth the price of our lives?” His hand clamps down on your shoulder, his hot breath fanning your ear. “Did you even miss me?”

You whimper.

“Shh no crying. This is supposed to be a happy reunion.” His hot slick tongue snakes out to lap away a stray tear falling down your cheek. “tastes like sin.”

You tremble under his touch, your words trapped by the collar around your neck. “My very own Eve…tempted by the apple and tainted by blood.” His whispers, the invisible force parts your knees suddenly. His leather clad finger brushes down the length of your body till settling at the hem of your skirt. You wiggle, breath coming in cropped pants. This wasn’t your Caleb. It was impossible.

“Caleb, I swear I’d never betray you. Let’s figure this out together. We’ll take down the people that hurt you.” The muscles in your legs stretch from the force of his evol keeping them pried apart.

His laugh is devoid of humor. ” Why would I trust you?”

“What can I do to show you?” Your eyes blaze up at him with conviction.

“Would you be willing to prove your loyalty?” He breathes, kissing the crown of your ear. The room is chilly, goosebumps raise on your skin. The only thing keeping you warm is the closeness of his solid uniform clad body. His badges prick the skin of your back as he presses against you. Were those honorable or had he done something horrific to achieve them.

Your brows bunch in confusion. “Prove it, how?”

“Surrender yourself to me.” That mischievous finger slips under the cover of your skirt and rubs circles along your inner thigh. “I’ll only touch you…if you want me too.”

Perhaps your head was fuzzy from lack of oxygen but you did want that…very badly.

“I-I want you too.” You pant.

He inches closer to your heat. “What a naughty girl…begging to be punished for her betrayal.” The tip of his finger rubs the damp crotch of your panties. Your back arches in the chair, bound hands struggling to no avail. You were trapped and at his mercy. He presses hot open mouth kisses down your neck and shoulder as he explores you. Without warning he tugs your panties to the side and pushes your aching button. You cry out and try to force your legs shut—his evol works against you leaving you spread wide for him.

There was nothing to be done. All you can do is take it.

“Now that you’ve fallen into my trap…there is no escaping my little prey.” His long finger traces the split folds of your cunt, rubbing your arousal around your slick throbbing bud of nerves. Your cheeks are flush and breathing labored. He rubs in fast tight circles, your hips buck against the wooden seat. Small whines fall from your lips as he teases your most sensitive area. Just as you feel that familiar pressure build up, he pulls away. You don’t see it but you hear a popping noise as he sucks your nectar clean.

“So responsive. Let’s do an experiment and see if it’s the same in other places.” You’re still reeling from his assault on your clit when his strong veiny hands grip the collar of your shirt and rips it open. Buttons fly all over the space from the aggressive act. The air hits your warm bare breast. It wasn’t like you not to wear a bra but unfortunately you hadn’t had time for laundry due to an overflow of wanderer incidents. “What a nice surprise.” He groans, cupping your chest with both hands and kneading the plush flesh. Your nipples are hard against his palms, the feeling makes his cock pulse inside his black pressed pants.

He drops them, admiring how they move. He walks around and kneels on the floor adjacent to you. You’re a mess, flushed, legs wide open, clothes ripped and restrained. truly a vision to behold. His rough calloused thumb runs over the tight pebbled nub, making you hiss. He rubs his finger back and forth over your sensitive peak, a hot blush creeping up his ears.

“They’re even better than I imagined.” He moans, leaning forward to flick his warm wet tongue over it. Your head falls back against the chair as he sucks at your needy nipples. His lips are soft and you wonder how they’d feel to have wrapped around your clit. He rotates between licks and sucks, his finger pinches and rolls the other giving it just as much attention. The popping and slurping noises are incredibly lewd. By the time he pulls away your body is like putty. But he isn’t done with you.

You gasp as he plunges his lengthy finger inside your slimy hot channel. He doesn’t give you time to adjust before he starts pumping in and out at a feverish pace. Your insides squelch and clamp around him hungrily.

“This pussy is just as greedy as you are, my little sinner.” He growls, adding a second finger. The stretch is intense. He curls them deep within, rubbing at the ridged nodule hidden deep inside your canal. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. Your walls flutter around him as he massages your G Spot with ease. You’re slumped in the chair now, hips jutted forward at the edge of the seat like a bitch in heat—seeking solace in his touch. Your sweet cream trickles down his palm as he thrust in and out harder, faster.

“Your clit is so hard, begging to be sucked. Unfortunately for you, only good honest girls can make use of my mouth.”

“Ah ah please Caleb! Too much. So…close” your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm approaches. Your hips raise and thighs tremble as you spray milky fluid all over his hand and uniform. He extracts slowly, using his clean hand to grab your face hard and the other to shove his slick fingers past your lips.

“Taste your sin. Isn’t it sweet?”

[wyvernest]

requested by @littlelilbun <3

cocoon cuddles

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

warnings: a little hurt! & comfort, a lot of fluff, miguel being extremely soft and affectionate, miguel speaking Spanish? the usual

summary: miguel comforts you after a very rough day

Truth be told, today was awful. The kind of day that makes your head swim in all the worst kinds of thoughts.

As you enter Miguel's mansion, you're quick to frown following the realisation of his absence. Another rough anomaly, you think. Just great.

You feel like a toddler that's been promised the most beautiful cake at the end of a tiring, horrible day only for the time to come with no cake. 

You've been looking forward to the comfort of his embrace all day long. Ever since you've received that terrible news, wasting all your mental energy simply by thinking about it and all the ways you could or could not fix your problems.

Entering the bedroom after an undeserved shower, you let yourself fall face first into the mattress, succumbing to your worries and seemingly irreparable issues. Frustration and dismay boiled in your chest, almost suffocating.

You don't know how long it's been until you hear the familiar loud thump on the tall windows of the first floor, no doubt another careful landing of Miguel's on the thick glass, followed by the ever so funny sound of his talons scratching into the rough outer walls of the house before pushing the translucent door open.

You gather all that's left of your power to jolt out of bed welcoming him with an aching yet open heart.

His firm footsteps climbing up the stairs quicken at the sound of your own, and before you know it, you are reunited.

"Siento llegar tarde. Te extrañé, mi vida." (I'm sorry I'm late, I missed you)

He extends his arms for you to jump into his embrace, but you're stunned. Your love for him suddenly explodes along with all the sadness that's filled your being all this time, and you break down. 

He's so sweet. Even when you're upset, he manages to cheer you up and take your mind off everything else with just a look and barely a few words.

Tears stain your cheeks as you approach him slowly with watery eyes, bumping your head face forward into his chest, arms cuddled tightly against him. Your gentle sobs are muffled into his suit, occasionally interrupted by sharp, quiet inhales.

"Bebita", He coos, affectionately and full of sweetened pity, disappointed and heartbroken with your evident sorrow. He wraps his arms around you and lets you cry into his chest, knowing that words aren't necessary anymore. 

You can talk later, tell him about it all. Now he needs to get you out of the pit you've sunken into, full of confusion and misery.

Walking you back to the bedroom, he places you softly on the bed, and before you can figure out what he's planning, he wraps the white blankets around you, efficiently rendering you unable to move. 

You don't fight against it, the soft sobs fading into a slight amused smile.

"What are you doing?" You speak impossibly quiet and gentle, watching him gather the materials together with unnecessary focus, as if he was working in the lab with millimetric utensils. You giggle at the sight, and his heart grows warm at the sound.

He looks at you, smirking without answering. You shuffle in the thin cocoon, finding a comfortable position for your wrists. Finally, he ties a knot with two joined corners and moves to hover above you. 

He scans all the features of your face, the glistening skin of your flushed cheeks, your softened eyes and agape mouth, ready to protest.

"Now wha-!" you attempt to speak, interrupted by his mouth on yours. He places an infinitely loving smooch to your pout, all anxiety clearing like clouds swept away by cool winds on a summer morning after a midnight thunderstorm.

When he moves away, all warmth and breath is stolen from you. Before you can clumsily chase after his kisses in your confinement, he picks you up and shuffles over to the headboard, placing you on his lap.

He holds you with a hand wide spread on your upper arm, your head comfortably nestled in his elbow pit. His other arm is draped across your waist, affectionate and protective.

"Mira lo guapa que eres." (Look how beautiful you are)

He kisses your forehead, another unhurried, lingering smooch. "I can't bear to see you like this, bebita." He kisses both your cheeks, his warm breath fanning over your face making your eyelids grow heavy with cosiness and adoration. You feel at home, safe, in his strong arms and under his ever loving touch.

"I'll take care of you." A kiss to your temple. Another on your cheekbone. "I'll take care of everything." More kisses around your mouth, and one to your right eye that finally lets a giggle erupt out of you.

You struggle against the cotton cocoon, wanting to free your arms and grab his handsome face in return. His hold tightens around you.

"Tranquila." (Relax.) He moves his head to the crook of your neck, placing a wet kiss below your jaw, making you instantly melt into his heated embrace, almost instinctively. He inhales deeply, leaning his temple against yours. 

You close your eyes, content and finally serene.

He nuzzles his nose in your pinky cheek, resuming the pecks. "Nothing is worth your smile. I'll travel through any universe, however far, to destroy anything that's troubling you, mi reina." 

He finally gives in and kisses your soft lips, making you sigh gently into his mouth. 

You feel your entire soul pour into his, a fresh mountain stream slowly flowing into a fresh, sun enlightened pond. Almost chest to chest, you feel his heart speed up, in sync with yours.

You wouldn't ever want to have it any other way.

divider by @cafekitsune

a/n: HOPE IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!!! i still cant believe i couldn't find a pic for the cuddling position i was describing but anyways i hope it's clear enough 🫠🫠🫠

[mistywaves98]

how would yandere! albedo non-con us?? just a thought

✧･ﾟ:* ->How would yandere! Albedo non con you?

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: Dark content, NSFW, Non con (duh), same old aphrodisiac usage scenario, slight sadist! albedo, ending was kinda rushed, a sprinkle of degradation!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Minor writing smut! DNI interact if uncomfy!

You never expected that your superior would do something like this to you, making you consume this strange concoction that made your knees feel weak and a strange heat build up between your legs.

Your sobs meant nothing to Albedo as he forced you onto one of the lab tables. His gloved hand held the back of your neck down, smushing your cheek against the cold marble as the other snaked its way into the front of your pants.

No matter how many times you tried to tell him to stop and that you didn't want this, he'd just keep going further and further, pushing way past your boundaries. He merely shut your pleas down with a simple 'if you didn't want this, then you wouldn't be dripping all over the floor right now'.

He knows it's all his fault that you're in such a state and your body is merely reacting to the strong aphrodisiac he made you drink, but it doesn't deter him from gaslighting you into thinking that he's not actually doing anything wrong and that it's your own fault.

In the end, you can only babble out useless protests as his fingers hook around the waistband of your pants, pulling it down along with your panties to reveal your soaked pussy. The sight makes him smirk as dark lust fills his eyes. He trails a hand up and down your slit, collecting your essence before holding it up to your face for you to see. He leans in, hot breath brushing your ear as he speaks,"Look at how wet you are, so desperate for your pussy to be filled, aren't you?"

You don't even get a choice in your answer as his hand that was on the nape of your neck moves up to cup your cheeks, squeezing them tightly as he moves your head back and forth in the mocking gesture of a nod. Albedo laughs at the pitiful sight that is you before moving his coated digits back down to your neglected pussy that seems even more wet than before. Without warning, he plunges his middle and ring finger inside your tight hole, making you gasp sharply as your walls contract around his digits.

Tears fall down your face as he mercilessly fingers you, making scissors motions to stretch you out even more. The pain is like a searing hot sensation that only adds to the heat provided by the aphrodisiac and you find that beads of sweat have formed on your forehead and are dripping down your face. Your body involuntarily tenses as your orgasm approaches and Albedo can feel it, his smirk widening as he increases his pace, chuckling as your pussy flutters around him I'm return.

"Gonna cum? Go on then, you pathetic slut. Claiming that you don't want this all while squeezing my fingers like a cheap whore." You try to retort, but Albedo his quick to cover your mouth with his other hand, shoving three fingers knuckle deep into your cavern, making you choke as you gag and cough, effectively cutting off your protests. It isn't long before your climax crashes down on you like a huge wave, your body convulsing as you cry out. Your vision goes white for a second as you orgasm hard around his digits. The aphrodisiac enhances these sensations even more, making the entire experience even more intense.

Albedo watches with satisfaction as your hot cum coats his fingers and drips onto the clean floor below. "There we go... What a disgusting yet beautiful sight. I'll be sure to document this down to the last detail. Are you ready for the next part of the experiment?" Even though you're too fucked out to respond, you wouldn't have been able to in the first place as Albedo's fingers remain stuffed in your mouth.

The sound a belt being unbuckled can be heard as he pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock from its confines. He positions himself at your entrance before suddenly thrusting into you, bottoming out immediately as he groans at the feeling of your cunt sucking him in. A muffled moan of pain leaves your puffy lips, fresh tears forming in your eyes as he wastes no time in pulling back out, only to impale you once again. He fucks you with an even rhythm, making sure to drive the head of his cock to the deepest parts of your pussy.

Your nails scrape against the smooth surface of the table as your body rocks back and forth from the force of his thrusts. The atmosphere is warm, with the sounds of your broken cries and his pleasured moans mixing together as he uses your body for his pleasure. One hand presses between your shoulder blades while the other grasps your hip with a bruising grip.

Your body continues to be abused for what feels like hours, soon you don't even have the voice to cry out and can only let out choked whimpers whenever he rips another orgasm from your tired pussy. By the time he's finished, your cunt is overflowing with his hot cum as it flows onto the floor below. Your body is covered in sweat and uncontrollably twitches from time to time. Albedo thinks that you look like a piece of art as he runs a hand through your disheveled locks, tugging slightly just to hear your sweet little sounds.

"I'd say the experiment was a success. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to write this down as it's fresh in my mind. But don't fret, I'll be back soon enough" He says as he moves away from you and pulls up his pants. He turns around and exits the room, the sound of his boots clacking against the floor as he leaves you there, broken and used like a worthless toy.

[mandowifey]

Deprication

Miguel O'hara x Reader

Miguel Masterlist

Drabble

Warnings: NSFW (reader is female and 18+), dub con/non con, captive reader, My miguel is a bad boy, not a good boy, aggressive miguel, he's a nasty lil mans, biting, blood, mentions of force, implications of ownership.

Had to get this out of my system. I did not proof read this!

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"When has running ever worked for you?"

The lab floor felt cold against your skin but compared nothing to the ice in Miguel's eyes. He stood over you, claws curled and red eyes searching. You hardly recognized him like this, feral and borderline beastial. With a groan, you shift in your position and attempt to sit up, ready to begin your apology when something sticky locked your wrist to the ground.

"Answer me."

You were trapped now. Even with one hand free, you'd never be able to claw the webbing off your skin without his help. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you force a timid smile and look up towards O'hara's brooding form. "I-im sorry, I'm not sure what came over me. Just was being a little spontaneous." You laugh, but your nerves are shot and the unease is clear as day in your expression.

Miguel wasn't buying it, but he never did.

He dropped effortlessly into a crouch before you and shook his head. "We talked about this, kiddo. You don't try to run, and you don't get punished." Your breath draws in your throat as his large hands push your legs apart while he crawls between them. Miguel nudges your dress up your hips as his suit retracts over his pelvis.

"Im sorry," you whisper, tugging at your arm and watching him carefully.

"No, you aren't." The red dims from his eyes, but the callous expression remained. "Not yet."

Swiftly cutting your panties open with his claws, Miguel shifts himself into position against you. While you cannot see his cock, you knew how big he was from memory. The man drops his head to your neck and breathes in your scent, listening to you whine as he nudges your entrance. "Better relax." He licks your throat and nips. "Or don't. Doesn't matter to me."

The pain is searing. He bottoms out on the first thrust, filling your cunt excruciatingly full. Your head tilts as you scream, heat blossoming across your cheeks as he forces you to stretch around him. Your cry is cut short as his palm covers your mouth, muffling you as he sets a brutal and focused pace. Each thrust causing your smaller frame to bounce under him.

"There you go, just like that. Knew you'd come around." His voice grunts in your ear, his hips impacting yours bruisingly hard. Your free hand flails, grasping at him where it can and sinking your nails into the meat of his bicep. All you can do is take his cock while he used you like he owned you. Miguel gives a groan, smitten by how tightly you squeeze around him and how warm you are. He fucks with purpose, driving his cock with precision and knocking your cervix.

You can only scream against his hand, your pelvis taking the brunt of his assault. Stars pop behind your eyes, and in your dismay, you feel yourself rapidly rising. Miguel could smell it and shifted to sink his claws into the floor and begin rutting into you harder. "Yeah? Gonna cum for me?" He snaps his hips to yours, plowing your cunt relentlessly hard. As Spiderman, he had endless stamina and strength to use against you.

As your orgasm rose, you hit and pushed at his arm, trying to fight it. Even while he bullied your cervix, your eyes rolled back, and your body arched. You were chasing it now, your legs opening wide and hips angling to help him glide unhindered inside of you. It only took two more thrusts before you came crashing down. Clenching around him, you shudder as you burst, sobbing against his hand while you cum.

Miguel rocks harder, fucking you through it before he hunkered down and shoved as far as he could go. Snarling like an animal, his eyes close, and his mouth latches to your shoulder. Pain blooms as he breaks your skin with his fangs. He ruts twice more before stilling and shuddering. You can feel his massive cock throb within you, followed by the heavy, hot spurts of his cum drenching your innards.

Removing his hand from your mouth, he moves and kisses you hard. Blood smears between your lips, and he dips his tongue between your teeth, groaning as he keeps you two connected. He remains on you like that for a few moments before finally lifting his head and sitting up. Relaxed back on his knees, Miguel watches as he slowly slides out of you, smirking when you twitch and whine.

"Next time you run, I won't be so gentle."

[orphicmusings]

work in progress!! an au post explosion where reader works at the lab and aided jayce in the frankensteinification of viktor, inspired by me listening to night shift on repeat in the shower

The sound of Viktor’s newly mechanical feet gently tapped against the floor as he walked from your life haunted you. You did try to stay with Jayce and console each other, but guilt was eating quickly at your insides. You saw it in Viktor’s eyes, those clever eyes that used to burn amber and gold and crackle when he smiled— static. Beautiful, kaleidoscopic static. And you, you in your desperation to save him, you and your selfishness, your unspoken love, you snuffed the fire out of them. You swallowed back the bile in your throat, ignoring Jayce’s protests and took off after him.

Tailing him from a distance across the city, over the bridge, thinking of what you are meant to say to him, how to appeal your selfish case. No words would come, but your feet carried you nonetheless, eyes following the top of his crutch. When you finally got to the undercity and weren’t separated by so much foot traffic, you gently approached him.

“Viktor?”

He turned, regarding you with an unreadable expression. It was…cool. Marble. Stone. Painted still. “Yes?”

“Please…” you hobbled closer to him, your feet aching. “Please, just…hear me out, okay?” You saw an almost microscopic clench in his jaw as he nodded. “I’m sorry.” You started, swallowing the start of tears.

You were almost grateful for the scoff that followed. It was the first trace of the Viktor you knew in his reincarnation. “Sorry.” He repeated the word with a sour taste on his tongue. “What are you sorry for, exactly?” He took a careful step closer to you, gesturing to his new body. “This?”

You took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for what Jayce and I did, you didn’t ask to be kept alive and…like this…” You copied his gesture. “But we…I couldn’t…” Pressing your lips together, you made a real effort not to cry. “You’re alive.” You concluded quietly, pathetically.

“Alive.” He hissed your word as if it were a curse. Perhaps it was. “Alive, at what cost?”

Your rebuttal was choked out in your throat. What could you say? “I’m so sorry…” You shook your head, hoping he wouldn’t notice the tears glazing your eyes. “You don’t have to forgive me, okay?” Your voice trembled. “I just couldn’t lose you.”

He was silent for a moment. You could tell he was holding something back, consciously or unconsciously. His gaze softened and you swore for a second you felt the familiar warmth of the man you loved. “I don’t need your apologies.” He looked down at his body, cold and metallic. “Ironic. My living days are filled with frantically trying to expand my lifespan.” He mused blankly. “And you…just do it, without thinking, without planning, and you make me…this.” He flexed his fingers, looking down at his heavy hand.

You nodded. That was fair, even if you wished he’d scream at you instead- anything other than this monotone distance in his voice. “Days before the explosion, everything, you um…” You wiped your tears before continuing, trying to control yourself. “You told me you weren’t ready to die. That you knew it was coming for you, and you were…you were scared.” You took a deep breath, quelling what would have been a sob. “Then you did die. Before you were- um, supposed to. Even though you…” You shook your head, feeling yourself going off on a pointless tangent. He watched patiently as you struggled to articulate yourself, picking up the conversation for you.

“You tried to save me.” He said slowly, the edges of his voice sanded off slightly.

You squeezed your eyes shut. There’s no way to stop falling apart in front of him, but you were going to try your damnedest. “That’s all I wanted to do.”

[thatoneerin]

skyvik au thoughts because I was listening to papa roach and got ideas

okay so, this au, Sky notices Viktor's health is getting worse and worse, and that he's getting more and more obsessive over the hexcore. now, it doesn't exactly take a genius to tell that, while whatever Viktor's doing with the hexcore helps in the moment, it's just rushing him to an even earlier grave.

so, Sky starts leaving small notes around for Viktor, because to be entirely honest, he's almost always irritated and doesn't ever seem to be in the mood to talk, so this is the best she can come up with.

the notes are mostly the same, encouraging Viktor that if he ever needs someone to talk to or somewhere to stay, that she and her home are open. some are encouragements that she knows he's doing his best, and that she believes in him, even leaving little doodles on most of her notes related to what they say.

Viktor sees most of them. he acts like he doesn't, because stubborn habits die hard and dammit, he's doesn't need anything distracting him. but they always give him a moment of pause. he reads all of them, and even keeps some. He does still care for Sky and appreciates seeing her concern, but they don't do much to deter him. he has to figure out this magic, to be able to live longer and do more good for Piltover and Zaun, Sky of all people should be able to understand that.

and so, when Sky finds Viktor trying to gain the hexcore's power, she ends up being able to tear Viktor away from the hexcore before it consumes either of them. because, the power of love and friendship I guess? idk, it doesn't really matter.

after everything calms down, they're on the floor from the sudden blast of magic from the core after Viktor took his hand off of it. Viktor is, of course, pissed the hell off. why did she stop him?? he was so close!

but before he's able to say anything, Sky sees him and immediately wraps her arms around his waist. she starts to cry, saying how she was so scared, how she's been so scared for him, and what the hell was he thinking??? she's practically got her head in his lap at this point, gripping him tightly and latching her nails into his skin like she's scared someone's going to come and take him from her.

Viktor's inner turmoil is crazy. He hasn't had a genuine hug in years, and the last time Sky hugged him was when they were back in the academy together.

he's then suddenly pulled back to that memory.

it was their graduation day. the second Professor Heimerdinger congratulated the students for their hard work and declared them the newest graduating class, applause and cheering erupted, and Sky practically jumped on Viktor wrapping her arms around his neck. Viktor wrapped his arms around her, just being happy that he had someone to celebrate this with, especially a close friend like her.

Viktor is quiet for a long time as Sky cries into his lap. he then, finally, lightly touches her shoulder. she lifts her head up to him and...

oh god.

Sky has a large purple, almost birth mark looking skin tissue covering half of her face. it wraps around her left eye, which he now also notices it's iris and pupil are stark white.

oh god.

he did that.

he shakily reaches a hand to her face, which is also now covered in the same purple scar like tissue that's on Sky's face. Sky's eye goes to his hand momentarily, wide in shock at it's apperance, before he lightly grazes the scar on her face. they lock eyes, one golden pool spilling into the other two. Viktor finally breaks, tearing up and starting to apologize to Sky profusely.

Sky quickly wraps her arms around his neck, cradling the back of his head in one of her hands. he wraps his arms around her back, burying his head in the crook of her shoulder as his quiet sobs rattle through him.

they stay like that on the cold floor of the lab for a long, long time.

[icarusredwings]

Morph Motel

Loosely based off that one comic of Logan and Morph in that motel and they tell Logan they don't need sleep.

A Morpherinepool hurt comfort one shot

Thats long as FUCK

Tw: Mentions of personality disorder, murder, brainwashing, paranoia, depression, anxiety, and harmful behavior such as stabbing and chainsmoking.

Save me- Queen

It's a hard life- Queen

Somebody to love- Queen

I want to break free- Queen

Friends will be friends- Queen

The party downstairs was still going. It was multiple kids' birthday (seeing as they came from the same lab) so they said screw it and instead of a crappy gift and a slice of cake they ussually would get, the school decided that a party was in order, deciding to host parties for the youngers each month. To give those who didn't have family to celebrate with. A "Happy birthday to all of the March kids!" Kind of party, with stupid hats and confetti, games and cake made by Gambits cooking class.

Most times, Morph could be found turning into the kid's favorite heros and playing with them, Captian America, Thor, and one kid even asked them for Dr. Strange. You know.

The "cool" Heros.

But today, they were tucked tightly into the corner of their room, legs pulled up and face placed in their arms.

With a knock on the door, It opens to Logan's steps, peaking in, a birthday hat strapped on and everything, a piece of cake in his hand. "There you are. We were looking for you.. erm.. they were.. the kids I mean."

Closing the door, Logan dosn't hesitate to take the hat off, coming to sit next to them.

"Room for one more? Promise to only squish ya a little bit." He says, smiling at them in hopes they would make a joke back. But they didn't.

"....."

"Kev?.... you alright?"

Again. Silence. A long narrow stare at the floor infront of them.

"...brought you a piece a cake." Logan mumbles, setting it down infront of them, smirking a bit as he puts the hat on them instead, one that said "birthday boy."

"Age anymore, and you'll be as old as me." He says, gently nudging them in the arm with their elbow. It was a pretty shitty joke, but he was grasping at straws here, trying to get a reaction from them at all.

Without a moments notice, Morph aggressively rips the hat off, throwing it against the wall, turning away to hide more, now glaring.

"....Guessing you don't like birthdays?"

"Don't you have a husband to attend to!?" They snap, a deepy irritated tone ending in a grunt.

"Hey- Hey, Woah. Wait. Don't go shifting on me now. " his hand comes to their shoulder, rubbing it a bit. "Tell me what's wrong. Who pissed you off?"

They turn, looking at Logan's hand as if he had just put a rotten dead fish on them. Nose scrunched, eyes dark, and overall disgusted.

Their glare turns to Logan's concerned ocean blue eyes, their own softening into the white moons, frowning, upset by their own behavior.

Their face curls into that of a silent sob, hands coming to hide themselves, shoulders shaking as they cried.

"Shhh... shh. Which of these little rugrats made you cry, huh? You think Slim would fire me for slamming cake in a kid's face?" He asks, scooting closer, pulling their head into his shoulder.

A soft snort comes from the teary blob of soft cheeks, the tiniest of toothy grins.

"There you are." It's just three words, but the way he held their cheek, the way his brows came together into a look full vulnerability. The way that made three simple words and a rub of your back feel like 'I love you.'

The creases on his face are deep. They say you work more muscles by frowning then you do smiling but if that was the case why was Logan's so thick? Why did his smile look like it could cure cancer? And maybe it can.

Swallowing, They try to pull away, but Logan has already sniffed, hunted, and caught his prey, an arm locked around their shoulder. The warmth in their chest makes them even more upset, begining to cry again. This time out loud.

"Ima huge liability to those kids, Logan." They say, throat tight and high pitched. This is the voice of someone whos already given up. Whos already lost the battle.

But if Mr. Howlett knew anything, it's that it don't matter about winning the battle if you win the war.

"Ooh, Please." He laughs, rolling his eyes. "So am I. And trust me, I'm a bigger liability then pretty much anyone here... okay maybe Wade- but thats for different reasons. My point is, Why are you in here thinkin' bout that by yerself, eh?"

Sniffling, Morph keeps crying, nails gripping into the legs of their spandex. "B-but they ask for you."

"What?"

"They ask for you. Everyone asks for you. N-no one asks for me.."

It's now that Logan realizes what's going on, silently cursing out whatever child just broke months of work. Just you wait. He's gonna find that little brat and give them a big talking, too later.

"Oh.. Kev. I ask for you." He whispers, wiping tears from their cheeks.

What comes out next is barely audible, nonsense and a loud sob but somehow Logan still knows just what to say.

"Shh.. shhh I'm sure no one thinks that. Cause if they did, I would have fought them already. Besides, who cares what people think? You're my best friend-"

Somewhere in the mansion, Kurt feels a pang to his chest but is unsure why. Perhaps heart burn. Perhaps not.

"- and that's a lot seeing as I don't exactly like a lot of people. Out of all those people out there, You're probably my favorite." He says, smiling at them with the kindest, most genuine eyes.

"P-probably?" They ask, making Logan's eyes widden, starting to realize what he had just said.

"O-oh.. well- yaknow.. my husband.. I like him too. It's pretty- well Okay, You're my favorite non husband person." No one ever said Wolverine was good at words. He's better .. well.. Wolverine-ing.

Rolling their eyes, Morph grumbles, feeling that small flame of hatred grow more in their ribcage. "Oh wow... how romantic..."

"Okay, you want romantic, fine. But if you cringe to death, I don't wanna hear it. You're the morphine that dulls the pain enough to make life worth living here, and every day I don't see you, i feel the stabbing pain in my fingers more and more. There. Is that what you wanted?" Logan's ears are red, he's pouting now, a canine sticking out of his little frown, arms crossed.

They stare at him. Wordless. Expressionless.

A different flame is lit in their chest, a large firework type of explosion.

The silence is too thick, even for Logan's liking. "I-i told you! I don't do this sappy shit. I-"

"You mean it?"

"What!?"

"Your hands hurt more when you don't see me?" It's a serious question, no joking undertone.

Logan's mouth is dry. He feels like he just did something that wouldn't end the way he wanted. "W-well... not exactly." He didn't want Morph to worry about his pain. It was constant but managed.

Pausing, Morph thinks for a second. "Wait.." their face twists again, furrowing. "You wrote the same thing to Jean..."

"W-what? No! I-"

Standing up, they go to their closet, practically throwing the door open. Grabbing a suitcase, they click it open, tossing very minimal things inside before slamming it closed.

It all happens so fast that Logan has no clue what to do. Clumsily getting up, He's only more confused the more he thinks about it.

"No, I didn't. I-i didn't write that!"

"Yes, you did! Cause after that, you said how her hair is like the fire that soothes your sores!"

"You're wrong!" The voice is almost pleading to be litsened to.

Picking up the bag, they turn, long red hair forming, going past her shoulders, small kitten heels, a red blazer and a sage green pencil skirt appearing.

"You didn't write that to me, Logan?" It's a soft voice. A questioning and almost disappointed one. It was Jean's.

"N-no.. I-... I didn't write that." He's almost guilty, playing with his knuckles the way he did when nervous. And you know what they say about nervous dogs.

"Yeah. I know you didn't. Cause I DID! I helped you write it, you moron! And now you stand here and lie to my face?" They change back to themselves. "MY face??"

Throwing the bag over their shoulder, walking past him only to snatch the wallet off the bedside table, pocketing it.

Logan frowns, trying to go through his memories. Did he? No- but maybe? He shakes his head. No. He was with Wade before he even met this universe's X Men.

"No! That wasn't me. Just like all the stuff you did, wasn't you." He says, stepping in front of Morph, blocking the door. "Kevin. Stay... please."

He goes to grab his hand, but Morph only pulls their hand away. "You're not listening! That's not what I said. I said I'm a liability to these kids. And I refuse to stay here if there's even a chance I'll hurt them."

"I get that. I do... really. But you're just as much as an X men as any of us."

"That's why I'm doing what any other X men would do. I'm leaving, Logan. And you can't stop me."

Shaking his head, Logan frowns, looking at him with such sympathetic eyes. "You aint a liability, Kev.. you're our friend."

The once pupiless narrow of eyes quickly turns into bright yellow slit eyes, growing a couple inches and a shit ton more hair. "Still think I aint a liability? Runt!?"

Logan's eyes widden, taking a step back, the hair on his arms rising and his claws itch to pop.

"Don't.. Kevin, don't do that.."

"Why? Afraid I might hurtcha? Exactly. Now move, Howlett. I'm leaving whether you want me to or not." He growls, pushing past him, turning back to themself once the door was shut.

Passing past children playing and laughing, they wave goodbye to a few who now were confused, coming to tell Logan that Mr. Sydney was leaving.

"I know. Hey- shh It's okay. I'll get'em. Just stay here, 'kay?" He tells them, patting their heads and shoulders as he quickly tries to catch up with his friend.

"Kev!"

Opening the door, Morph frowns, looking at Logan with tears brinking on the edges. "Logan, Please.. I have to do this myself."

"Bullshit." He says, Grabbing his leather jacket off the coat rack. "You got a helmet?" He asks, shaking a smaller, longer coat with a hopeful little smirk, biting his tounge only to smile.

Scott's bike keys.

Kevin gives a soft grin. "Logan.. you can't."

"Ohh but I can. Now come on. We're we going?"

Shaking their head, Morph scoffs, rolling their eyes as tears dripped down their face, both from fear of hurting one of these little angels, and the other relieved that Logan wasn't going to let them go that easily. Though it did frustrate them a bit that Logan wasn't trained enough to know what the word "No" meant all these years he's been alive.

"I'm going to Margaret's." They say, sighing as they shut the door, Logan taking their bag, wrapping an arm around their waist.

"The bar??" His face scrunches up in that wrinkly confused look that blood hounds sometimes got.

"What? No.. The motel." It's almost questioning. Why would they go to a bar called Margaret's?

"Oh- right."

_________

Walking into the dingy motel, Logan's nose twitched, ears pricking up and his lips curling up into disgust of what he heard. ".. we can't go somewhere else?" He asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hate this place.."

Ever since the first time Morph took him here, he's hated it. He felt they deserved more. A better room to get better in, but Kev said something about how Margaret didn't give them shit for smoking and sometimes- rarely- destorying property as long as they paid for it later.

"Behave. They don't allow pets." Kevin mutters, coming up to the desk in which a woman who smelled like old menthols and hair spray.

"Hey Kev." Without even looking at them, she takes a key off the wall, putting them on the counter, only to do a double take.

"Hey, Marg."

"Mmh. Brought your little boyfriend again? You know last time you were here I had to-" She starts.

"I know what I did. You want your money or not?" It's snappy, rude and it's said as if Kevin didn't want reminded of the room damage.

Before Morph can even get the money out, Logan already threw some up on the counter, a folded wad that should cover whatever damage they cause and the nights stay.

Frowning, Kevin looks at him with a sigh. "You know I could have gotten it myself."

"I know. Now come on, before I change my mind about this place." He says, taking their hand.

Snickering, they smirk. "No one's makin ya stay."

The glance that Logan gave to them and then to the door, only to grunt, leading them up to their assigned room. "Yeah. That's what I thought."

"Shut up, Kev." Wolverines usually didn't change colors, but this one did.

_________

It's been about an hour since they've been here. Logan laid out on the bed with the remote as some boring documentary played on the TV, watching as Kevin paces around the room, chainsmoking and peeking out of the blinds every couple minutes.

Honestly, it was enough to drive a man mad.

"You want a hit of mine?" He asks, holding out the half smoked cigar. "You're burning through those like its your last day alive, bub."

Shaking their head, They come back to the window, their fingers peer through the blinds, flicking their cigarette into an old dirty tray before letting out a deep sigh, planting themselves on the edge of the bed.

"I can't keep doing this, Logan. They're gonna find me. They'll make me hurt people. My friends.. the kids.. You."

Laying back with his arms over his head, he puffs some smoke with an inquisitive look.

"Who's they?"

"You know who!" They snap, grunting before putting the cigarette out on their boot, shifting to lay with Logan.

Moving the cigar away from them, he moves an arm to put around them, smirking. "Aye.. there he is...or.. there they are??"

A snort comes from them as they burry their face into his chest, grunting. "Pft-.. dosn't matter.. at least you try. Scott dosn't even care."

"Slim don't care abouta lot. What's your point? I do. And that's gotta count for somethin' right?"

The phone rings on the TV and Morph jumps up, ripping the plug out of the wall, eyes wide and begining to breathe unevenly as they look around for where it was coming from.

"Kev. It's just the TV. You're alright. Promise."

Gripping the gun in their pocket, Kevin breathes- or at least tries. Their eyes flick from each exit of the room, reminding Logan far to much of himself. How much of a scared animal he used to be. Pacing around that square cage just waiting for someone to give him a reason to use his teeth.

And now, here was morph, pacing, gripping their fists, and panting with a heightened heart rate.

Sighing, He sat up, standing as he came to Morph, hands coming around them in a hug only for Kevin to grab his hand, the one that was currently holding his pistol.

"Logan... don't. It's mine. I have a right to have it." Its almost like a growl coming out.

"Yeah. You do." Logan rips the metal away from them, taking the bullets out and swiftly threw them out the window.

"Logan!! I needed those!" They say, going to the window as the man peers down into the dumpster where the bullets belonged.

"Not until you're right in the head, you don't. I ain't losing you again. And definitely not over some spooky moron." He grumbles.

The look Kevin gave him when handed back the empty gun was dark and cunning. Planning.

"Whatever you're plannin', do it... Coward." This last word is spat as he blew smoke into their face.

In an instant, Morph smacks the cigar from his grip, throwing it to the dumpster too.

"Alright... I deserved that. But you still ain't gettin' bullets, Kev."

Groaning loudly, they throw the useless gun against the wall, beginning to pace again only to sit down, putting their arms over their head.

"This is all your fault, Logan! Now they're gonna come get me and Im gonna murder all the kids at the school and-and everyone is gonn hate me and- why the fuck are you smiling!? This is serious!!"

Logan had been staring at him with a soft smirk of adoration. There was just something about someone spiraling and saying they were going to do bad things that made him smile.

"You're adorable if you think im lettin' you outta this room, or anyone in for that matter." He says, crouching down to be closer to them. "Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna chill out. Im gonna call Wade. Wade and only wade is going to come and we both re gonna watch over you. No one's getting in or outta here. Got it?"

Kevin sniffles, starting to cry again.

"I-im gonna hurt people, Logan! Why do you think thats funny? I-im gonna kill everybody and im not gonna be an x men anymore! Im gonna hurt everyone I love! Including youuuu" They sob, covering their eyes and pulled their legs closer to their chest.

"D'aaaww.. sure you will, bub." Logan says, patting them on the back, letting them hide.

Taking out his phone, he flips it open, going to one of his only contacts.

At the mansion, Wade was currently trying to pass out plates of food to the kids, making sure everyone had a fork and a drink, keeping the little ones from sticking their fingers in it and the older ones from starting a food fight when his phone rang.

When you call my name, it's like a little prayer, I'm down on my kne-

"Yellow!"

"Hey, Wade."

"Hiya Peanut! Where'd you go? You said you were giving Morph cake not- Ooh you naughty dog! During the birthday party?? Ooh I should have thought of that-"

Logan chuckles on the other side of the line, still rubbing Kevin's back with a toothy grin. God, He loved him so much. He was so nasty.

"Yeah, no, sweetheart."

"No? Then where'd you go?? Left me with all these bra- I mean Darling angels! And Collossus is NOT helping! He keeps popping all the balloons!"

Logan can hear in the background the russian man say 'Is not my fault fingers are so big!'

Only for Wade to immediatly bust out laughing. "Thats what she said!"

'Who she?'

"Your mom! Haaa!! Alright no but seriously were are you? Im bored out of my mind." Wade mutters.

"Wade, I got a job for you."

"Kinnnddaa busy with your pups, Wolvie. They're all savage- GABBY!! GET HER OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!"

"Is she eating Harley agian?- nevermind that. Uhm...Suit up. It's urgent."

"Oooo, we killin' someone?" There's TOO much excitment in the question.

"Maybe. I'll text you the address. You're doing an overnighter, so bring your shit." Lolo leans over, kissing Kevin on the head despite them trying to push out of Logan's grip. "Let go!"

"No can do, pal. You asked me to do this."

"Woah woah woah, do what? Logan, did you kidnap someone?"

He shrugs. "You could say that. Now get over here. The job pays good."

"Oh yeah?? What is it?"

Rolling his eyes Logan groans, having not had actually thought about it. "A large olive and pinapple pizza- AND... ill fist you claws out.."

The scream that came over the phone was enough for Logan to flip it closed.

"Ew! Let go of me you fuckin freak! I'll bite you!" Non Kevin tells him, clawing at the strong muscle headlocked around his throat, kicking and growling.

Logan smirks, "Only if I can bite back~"

"Gross!!"

"Oh, please. You love when I bite you." He whispers, leaning in to nip at their ear, making Morph shout, sinking their teeth into Logan's arm.

"YeOuch! You little shit!"

Squirming out of his grip, Morph takes after Wade, learning a thing or two, pulling a knife. "I said leave me alone!"

"So that's how you wanna play? Alright, let's play, baby."

Snkt.

_______

When Wade arrives, he's fully suited, has his gear and all the snacks he would need for a steak out, including a literal steak and rice take out meal.

Alright, now he just had to get past the desk lady. That shouldn't be too hard. He is the master of disguse, after all.

"Hello, madame. Im with the -"

"Room 240."

"Ooookay? Thanks, lady."

Huh... weird.. usually, it was harder than this.. felt wrong, really.

Ew- the one voice said. This place is disgusting.

"Fuck yeah it is. I bet there's cum smeared on the walls"

Passing a room, A woman screaming 'YESYESYES!' confirmed his thoughts, making him giggle. Oh yeah. He remembered this place now. This was Morph's Motel. Logan and him came here to do as much nasty shit as possible, sometimes with Morph. Logan hated it but this was the only one they weren't banned from and didnt mind the blood bath.

Hmm.. wonder why Logan would- Ooo! Suprise threesome!! Always the best.

Finding the door, he knocks at it. "Ooh Wollvviiee~ stop banging that twink for a second and let me-"

The door swung open, A sweaty and shirtless husband standing infront of him, though his fingers were bloody and there was a knife in his shoulder.

"- In.... you uh... havin' fun without me? Want me to.. erm.." His hand lingers up by his shoulder.

"Huh?" Logan turns then rips the knife out, a teeth gritted grunt following. "Fuck-"

"Fuck is right. What are you doing? Breaking them in half -" Stepping into the room, Morph was rocking in the corner, silently crying, whispering to themselves. Pillow stuffing was covering the room, blood on the floor, a gun lodged into the wall, and a ton of cigarette buts in the ash tray.

"Oohhh... it's THAT kinda night."

"Mhm."

"Stay away from me! I-i already stabbed Logan! Ill hurt you too!" The poor guy sobs, balled up by the wall, crying their little eyes out.

"Awwww. Thats cute. They think they can land a hit on me."

Logan smirks, showing him the knife. "I thought the same thing."

"Yeah but im faster then you, Peanut. Aint your fault, you just got old man bones." He teases, bringing his stuff over to put on the bed, organizing his weapons and sorting out the food.

"Aye, red."

"Whats up big daddy?"

Logan scoffs, picking up his take out.

"One- Don't call me that. Not right now. Two. Nothin' for them. No knives, no guns, nada. Got it?"

"Woof, that bad, huh? Well, it's alright. We'll take care of you." This last part was directed towards the blob on the floor. "Now, you want beef or chicken?" Wade asks, coming over as he crouches down, showing them the food.

"No!! D-don't touch me!" They slap the container out of his hand, sending rice sauce vegtables and chicken on the floor.

"....Fucking RUDE. That one's yours now." He mumbles, standing as he comes back to Logan, whos already scarfing down his steak meal.

"Jeez.. They're a mess."

"Mhm."

"Do I get like that??"

"Mmhm."

"Damn.. Really got a thing for crazies don't ya?" Wade teases, getting only a grunt in response.

"Yeah, me too. Regular people are boring. No offense to Kurt."

"I doubt he'd take any."

________

Hours pass. It's now 2 in the morning.

Logan has already cleaned up what he could in the room, now laid out, lazily flipping channels on the TV, hoping to find something decent to watch but only found a channel playing old recordings of a band called Queen. One that he vaguely remembered seeing once live. Good people. They had soul. Then again, he was on so many drugs at that point that he couldn't remember any of their names for the life of him. He remembers one of them winking at him, though and crying during one of their songs.

Specifcally the one that went "Mamaaaa! Oooh-" or something like that. Either way. It filled the silence and occupied their minds enough to keep Kevin sane.

Wade was sat on the windowsill, taking his job just as serious as any other job, binoculars out and gun ready. Ealier he shot gunned a cigar with Logan and he ate already so he was more then happy to keep watch, swinging his feet slightly to the beat of the music.

Kevin had already tried to take one of his guns ealier and another time, Morph shoved him out the window into the dumpster, but now they seemed to be much calmer, now more so just pacing around muttering to themself and coming to check in between the two every now and again.

"See anyone?" They ask Wade, who's looking at someone through the binoculars, clicking his guns saftey on and off as a stim.

"Just homeless people fighting and third shifters." He mutters, Turning to see how Kev's eyes had changed, smiling. "Hey Kev."

"H-hey.... Logan?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you smell anyone?"

"Just another prostitute and her client. Are we sure this place isn't just a brothel?"

"Hey, you leave sex workers alone. They work really hard to make their living." Wade speaks up, bumming Kev a hit of his cigarette, taking it back and switched his hands, giving them the binoculars to see for themselves.

"I never said they didn't, Wade... I'm just saying that this seems to be a hot spot for them. That's all. No need to get all defensive. Settle down, cowboy, we know- your the customer that decided to pay in diamonds." Logan scoffs, chuckling.

Kev tilts his head, watching as Wade turns to face Logan. "Fuck yeah I did. But hey, I took her on a date first. That's what matters. And that's why I wear two rings. One on my gay hand and one on my straight hand."

Morph bursts out laughing at this, seeing Wade let his 'gay hand' go limp at the wrist, pulling a 💅 pose, showing them the other hand with the fingers pointed upwards.

"Im sorry, What?? Straight hand?" They ask, acting much less paranoid than before.

"Duh. I got a husband that I love ssooooo much-" He bats his eyelashes at Logan, who smirks, blowing him a ring of smoke back.

"And I'm engaged to Nessy since APPRENTLY marrying two people is illegal. What's up with that? How can they put a limit on love?"

"I think it has something to do with taxes." Kevin says, moving away from Wade's watching perch.

"It's cause of religion infultrting the law, actually."

"Damn it, Kurt! I knew that little goody two shoes was keeping me from having 6 marriages! Tch. Rude." Wade says sarcastically, turning himself to look out the window, face becoming dead serious. Successful missions were important to him, even if it was just staring down a homeless guy digging in the trash below them.

From Wade's sudden silence, Kevins heart rate spiked. Logan could hear it. "W-what is it?"

"Nothin', bub. Just someone tryna find some food. That or make friends with some massive coons. Either way.. He won't let anyone hurtcha." Wolverine says, gesturing to how still and ready Wade was to jump out this window to kick ass, putting a hand on his holster.

"Aye, red. Down boy. Let the man eat a moldy sandwitch if he wants to." He tells Wade, who's a little too fixated to look away, but his hand comes off the pistol, still staring like an animal on the hunt.

Seeing how nervous and anxious Kev was, Logan gave a small whistle, patting the side of the bed. "...Come lay down."

Morph shakes their head, a deep frown on their face that made Logan miss their big smile.

"Come on. You need sleep."

"No I don't. I stayed up for three days straight once." They say, playing with their fingers, lingering by the other window.

"Yeah? And how'd you feel after that?" He asks, raising his brow in that 'Im wiser and older then you, you know im right' subtle way.

"Well.. Like shit. B-but that's not the point. I can't sleep, they'll get me. A-and then I'll hurt people. I... I don't want to hurt anyone, Logan."

"Been there.." Wade mutters, not turning his vision from the perk currently trying to wrestle a pizza from a big rat.

Logan lets out a deep sigh, reaching his arm out.

"You can't hurt me. Now come'ere." The older man says, switching hands to hold the stub of his shitty cigar. "I won't let anything happen to you. Swear."

Reaching a handover to pull Morph's waist close, Logan holds him tight, jolting when Wade shot something.

Hesitantly, Kevin gives a final check outside the blinds, their feet very slowly making their way to the edge of the bed, sitting. "...I'm scared, Logan.." they whisper, tears pricking in the corners of their eyes.

"I know.. but it'll be okay."

"Wade!! Did you just-!?" Logan scolds, sitting up to hold Kevin close, who had already started to panic, clinging to him.

"Relax! Relax. It was just a texas sized rat! What, like im gonna shoot a guy for wanting a 3 day old pizza?? Im fucked up but im not THAT fucked up. Sheesh!"

"They're coming to get me!" They screamed.

"Oooh hush, if anyone tries to 'get you', they'll end up like that rat. Big fucker though, god what chemicals are they putting in the sewers? This is how we got that big ass turtle ninjas problem in Chinatown!"

The face Morph made was pure confusion.

Logan, who was honestly not sure if Wade said this as a shock factor to ground kevin or just was saying weird shit again, blinked, just as confused.

Why couldn't he have a normal husband sometimes? Was that too much to ask?

Logan pulls them down into his chest, hand going over his back. "Scary little shit, Ain't he?" He asks, putting the butt of the cigar out in the tray next to him. "Though I guess that means you're the safest guy in town..."

"Poor rat..." His friend mumbles, letting his calloused hands run the top of their shoulders all the way down to their hip. Oddly enough, it was so soothing that they suddenly felt a wave of tiredness wash over them. The kind of tired that you only got from having a big cry and now needed to rejuvenate your body with sleep.

Moving to let a breath out, they weren't aware they were holding, Kevin lets themself lay on Logan, litsening to his heartbeat as their breathing slowed.

"Who do you want me to be?" They ask. It's quiet and just above a whisper, but the silence and glares that followed were extremely loud.

"...what?"

"And he calls me gods favorite idiot... jesus." Wade says, shaking his head softly and turning back to watch the man happily eat his pizza, and put the rat over a fire for extra protien.

Logan's glare made Morph feel like they were about to get mauled or beat the death. Probably both. "You." He growls.

"A-are you sure? I can be Kurt if you want... hes softer.." They say, slightly trying to pull away from him but Logan only tugged them closer.

"I don't want you to be Kurt. Or anyone. I want you to be you. Why don't you get that? What part of 'I want morph' do you not understand?"

Swallowing, Kevin -In their human form- looks up to Logan with a sheepishly guilt. "L-.. like this?"

Logan growls deep in his throat, shaking his head slowly.

Blushing, Morphs skin turns all white, and their hair and eyecolor disappear. ".. like this?"

His eyes soften, leaning up to kiss their head.

"Perfect.. Now, go to sleep. You have a class tomorrow, don't you? ...With the X men. Always. With the X men." Logan soothes, keeping them tight against his chest as he himself closed his eyes.

"Wade-"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Peanut. Not even a cockroach is getting in this place without my permission." His pistol cocks, proving a point.

Under the Tv and the honking outside, Moprh, eyes closed and half asleep, warm and comfy in his arms mutters. "Thank you.." ever so slightly.

"Don't mention it, bub. Go to sleep.. it's late."

The silence before was so loud, but this silence was nice. It was... Perfect. Just like Moprh, Logan thinks.

"...Logan?"

"Love you too kev..." The statment, spoken like a fact, is followed by a deep snore.

The toothy grin they had buried into his chest was all that mattered right now, their breaths synchronizing under warm (dirty) blankets. The way the rain outside began to pitter patter against the windows and floor of this concrete jungle.

Snuggling up under his chin, Kevin finally felt safe here. Logan ready to take care of them until the end of the world, Wade ready to shoot anything that moves, and the soft rumble of the freeway behind them creating a farmilair chaos.

"D'aawww... Goodnight my pretties... don't let the bed bugs bite.. no- seriously. Don't."

"So I guess that's it then, huh? Morph beats yet another manic episode, Wolvie gets to help prove that they aren't a burden, and I get to be fisted later with claws out as payment for keeping watch. What a wonderful way to end-"

"Wade..? Who are you talking to?" Asks a worried tone. "Is someone here?"

"Oh, uhh...no one. Just go back to sleep, it's fine. Everything's okay... you should probably go before they start freaking out again. Seeya later. Be yourself and all that moral lesson bullshit. Bye, babygirl!"

[pupyuj]

Ena you have to think bigger! You should be the one killing people instead of dying then detective an will look for you and arrest you my friend 😋

anon you have awakened something in me with this ask 😧😧 as fun(?) as doing this ask was, this is important: please look carefully through the warnings bcs this type of content might be too dark and disturbing for some! don’t engage if it’s not your cup of tea and especially if it could potentially trigger you.

[cw: murder!, blood, knife play, fear play, blood play]

OKAY SO you being this clumsy amateur serial killer that leaves evidence all over the place but somehow being clever enough to always escape arrest and stay hidden… you’re a bit famous in the precinct and detective ahn is very intrigued by you!! 🥰 so much so that she makes it her goal to find out even one thing about the person that’s been making a mess of her city 🤭 so imagine her surprise when it’s the timid, quiet girl that’s always waiting at the bus stop in front of the police station that yujin herself works in?? it was unexpected, as yujin always thought you were the type of person to not even be able to look at a drop of blood without throwing up, let alone be the very culprit of the kind of gruesome scene you leave for the police to witness after your kills… but then again, it’s always the innocent-looking ones 😰

it takes a while but yujin will definitely be able to track you down… especially since you’ve captured her heart and she became your little stalker! maybe even fan… 🤭🤭 one moment you’re driving your knife down a pervert’s chest in an alleyway and the next, yujin (who just so happened to witness the murder) has successfully lured you into her house where she has you on your knees, begging for her not to turn you in 😣 ofc yujinnie wouldn't do that though! the moment you dropped on your knees in front of her, you became her little toy!

faking sympathy and pouting at you with the fakest sorry eyes ever as you begged and begged for her not to throw you in jail… saying that every time you killed it was with valid reason.. and you know what? yujin believes you!! her judgment is not at all clouded by her strong desire to study your sick brain like a lab rat and have you all to herself… and she definitely doesn’t just let you off with a warning.. in fact she keeps you there on the floor, your face buried in between her thighs with your mouth on her pussy, eating her out like it’s your last meal bcs your life quite literally depended on it 🙁🙁 aww you’d be crying while doing it too.. so confused as to why you were so willing to do such a thing for yujin when you could just.. kill her. 🙂

and that’s what you attempt to do! pulling out a pocket knife hidden underneath your clothes and swinging it at the detective, only to have your wrist locked in a tight grip before you were pushed down on the floor, hitting your head on the cold ground and nearly blacking out.. it was the perfect opportunity for yujin to steal that knife and play with it… “you’re brave. but you’re stupid.” her running the tip of the blade across your jawline.. down to your neck, lightly pressing the steel where your pulse throbbed… yujinnie finds pleasure in the fear in your eyes, how your chest heaved while you sobbed pathetically bcs you were so scared she was just going to slit your throat and leave you to choke on your own blood ☹️

but yujin was too nice (?) for that!! you were too pretty to be left dead.. and she has to hear that voice of yours more!! mmdjdhdbfh yujinnie taking off your pants and inserting her fingers inside you so suddenly :(( but she immediately pulls out and licks your slick off her fingers, convinced that all she needed was a little taste test and she was right when she thought that you’d be sweet 🥺 but then she’d have that knife pointed at your neck while she rubbed her cunt against yours! you letting out a mix of a sob and a moan bcs the feeling was so good but fuck,, yujin’s hand could slip and she could easily kill you!! yujinnie ending up pressing the knife a bit deeper than intended when your clits brushed way too good and slicing your neck a little.. god, you looked even prettier with blood tainting your soft skin…

the pleasure blocking out the sting that came from the small wound on your neck… having to grip yujin’s free arm and grinding back up against her just to feel more… and that was when she finally chucks the knife elsewhere and focuses on pleasuring the two of you! basically pouncing her cunt against yours while she kissed all over your chest and neck.. making sure to lick and kiss your wound before grabbing your face and finally kissing your lips… tasting your own blood on her tongue 😵‍💫😵‍💫 shdhsijcdj also makes sure to coat her lips with your blood and leave BLOODY kiss marks on all over your chest… the sight gives her a new kind of rush that only feeds her brain with more sickness.. ugh 🤤

fuckfudjcjd she’d make sure the two of you came tgoether 🫣🫣 continuing on grinding while you’re cumming bcs yujinnie couldn’t help it 😵‍💫 her collapsing on your chest, the two of you breathing heavily in sync.. until yujin remembers that you’re injured… in which she’ll make sure to treat that goddamn injury carefully! her suddenly being so gentle and critical of herself as she’s bandaging your neck up,, annoyed at how she messed up such a pretty doll but still can’t help but find that wound on your neck so fucking perfect… whatever that means 🫢 she’ll send you home, telling you to be careful not to get caught bcs she’ll miss you if you get jailed 😐

and you know what happens after you’re out of her house?? she picks up that knife and runs her tongue across the steel, licking up your blood with a smile on her face… she’s already looking forward to the next time she catches you red-handed 😵‍💫

[anonymousangstmonster]

Prompt #88 “Free”

The Fentons have finally managed to catch Phantom.

Danny has now survived weeks of horrible experiments and torture at the hands of his own parents.

One night after Jack went to bed and Maddie was still down in the lab running tests on samples, she hears sobbing coming from Phantom’s cell and walks over to investigate. She finds the ghost crying about how it just wants to go home, how it’s scared, how it just wants to see it’s mom and dad again.

Maddie can’t help but imagine her son in place of this specter in a cage: Danny kidnapped by some unknown people, alone and scared and hurt, pleading to go home. Out of guilt she lets Phantom free and it almost immediately zooms into the portal, free once again.

Upon entering the Ghost Zone, Danny decides to, instead of taking refuge somewhere to recover, go back through the portal, change back to human, and hug his mom.

Maddie realizes the mistakes she made and hugs him back.

Danny tells her he feels cold, and that it hurts. The next second he collapses to the floor and there is a growing red spot on his white shirt where is stomach is.

Daniel Fenton dies due to his internal injuries moments later.

[whumpy-wyrms]

The Last Lab Rat #20: Max

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content: lab whump, captivity, lots of talk about death, ghosts and Max’s afterlife, begging, suicide mention, ghost whumpee, winged test subject whumpee, scientist carewhumper

WE’RE BACK!!! YAAYYY

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Death wasn’t peaceful. Death gnawed at one’s soul, pulled at one’s ankles. Death was an eternal limbo of nothingness and melancholy, of floating alone in a deep dark abyss with nowhere to go and no destination, of writhing against the restraints keeping one from interacting with the mortal coil.

At least, it was for Max.

Max, of course, didn’t know what waking up as a spectral of floating light next to their bloody, lifeless and broken body had meant at first. Because of their jumbled mess of their mind and memories, they didn’t even remember they had died, or the events leading up to their untimely demise.

It felt like an eternity of being trapped deep underground in that lab, their tomb. An eternity of floating, sinking, crying out, screaming, being unheard, being unseen. An eternity of waiting, of watching, of observing, of relentless, gnawing boredom. An eternity of death. An eternity of their endless pain.

Because even in death, Max’s agony never subsided. Every moment they felt a dull, faded pain everywhere at once that they couldn’t quite place. It was as if they felt the ghost of their old pain coming back to haunt them, a phantom of what once was. It consumed their entire being, their entire body, and yet nothing at all. They still felt the lingering touch of metal to their skin, their bones breaking and blood pooling, the pull of their flesh and the cuts of the knife, the ache in their head and the stinging at their throat.

And yet, they felt nothing at all. They were nothing. Their body wasn’t real— they didn’t exist. They reached their hand out in front of them and it phased through the bars of their cage. They were floating in the air that they were one with, now. They weren’t hungry. They weren’t thirsty. They weren’t anything. They cried from the pain, but only because that was all they knew.

Nothing but a phantom in the desolate lab. The scientist was gone, now, and the younger one was left to pick up the pieces. Their real body was gone. Dissolved. Discarded. Tossed away as if they were and had always been nothing.

The scientist— the assistant— the only person that had ever taken care of them— their… friend— he cried. They cried with him. They laid on the floor of the lab with him and his mouse, curled up, shaking, sobbing, crying out, screaming out their anguish until their throats went dry to nobody that could hear them. But nothing they did could ease the pain. Nothing any of them did could ease the ache in their hearts.

Despite their raspy sobs and wails that left their scarred throat, and the tears that spilled from their eye, and their desperate attempts to reach out into the living realm to get him to hear them and to see them, they were still nothing but a cool draft in the air. They were still nothing.

Their eye drifted to the exit. The exit they had spent so long staring longingly at, so long planning to escape from, so long fantasizing of what it would feel like to finally be free from these clutches and see the outside world that they’d only heard rumors of existing. Their body moved, oh so slowly, through the bars that had kept them in place for so long, through the air that encompassed their very being now, and finally, to the exit.

The scientist had been sitting at his desk, or laying on the floor, or something. It was hard to remember. Max drifted closer to the locked steel door, the one that kept the subjects in and let the scientists out to who-knows-where at the end of every dreadful day. Closer, they drifted. Then, they stopped. No matter how much they tried to move further, some strange, unnatural, strong, invisible force was keeping them from moving on.

A sea of questions flowed through their already jumbled mind. They were dead, why couldn’t they leave? Was this all there was? Was this all their life and death would be? Why was this happening to them? What was keeping them trapped? What was keeping them from moving on?

They had no choice but to stay put in the only place they had ever known and will ever know. They had no choice but to accept their unlife of never being seen or heard again, nothing but a speck in a void that had swallowed them whole. They had no choice but to observe- to watch the scientist destroy himself, to perceive the clones’ suffering. Even in death, they couldn’t get their sweet, sweet peace.

In the sea of their eternal limbo, it hadn’t been that long ago when Anton decided to get a new test subject. Max waited in the lab all day like always, but Anton returned not alone. He carried in his arms someone new, alive but terrified. He was smaller than them both, his hair was fluffy and a face full of freckles. Max grieved for his life. His short, sad life that had been cut short the second the scientist had laid his eyes on him.

Poor Dew, was all they could think. Max had watched him cower under the bed the first day. They futilely tried and failed to comfort him with their nonexistent voice and body. Max had watched his botched escape attempt the second day. They failed to warn him, and could only hope his punishment would be light. Max had watched everything at all times, always unable to do anything about it, no matter how much they tried.

Sure, a part of Max was glad that the scientist had stopped destroying his body over and over again. They were relieved that he hadn’t broken himself in the five empty years he was alone. But a new dread pooled in their already dread filled stomach when they realized that it was Dew who was next in line. Their loud and busy mind swarmed with flashbacks of their time as his subject, and of all the horrible experiments he could do to his new one. Max only hoped that Dew would be given a better fate than they were.

Nothing could prepare Max for when the experiments started. They couldn’t bear to witness that again, to watch someone be broken down just like how they were. They’d hide in Dew’s room, but no matter how hard they squeezed their hands over their ears and covered their eye, the screams still lingered at the back of their mind and echoed in the air around them. And it was like they were back there again, cowering in a cage and scared of being dragged out and strapped to that metal table.

Max was there, waiting for Dew after every experiment, there to provide a phantom of nonexistent comfort that went unheard and unfelt no matter how much they tried. They wished they could do more than float by his side as nothing but a shadow on the wall or a coldness in the air. They wished they could help, but still, they were nothing. But being there, by his side, was both the least and most they could do.

While the scientist and his test subject slept soundly during the deep dark hours of the night, Max still lingered, floating aimlessly through the dark and empty lab. Above Dew’s bed, they watched over him during the night. It was their own way of keeping watch over him, protecting him from anything else that could be lurking in the dark… though they knew they were the only one. Perhaps they were protecting him from what consumed them: loneliness. As long as they were there, Dew would never be alone.

But they could never protect him from his nightmares. They couldn’t actually protect him from anything. They were useless, they were nothing. The only person who could protect Dew from hurt was the very man who hurt him… much like it was back then for them. A vicious cycle.

And even though Dew had always had someone at his beck and call to comfort him during his nightmares, nobody heard Max’s terrified screams when they had theirs.

Of course, dead people didn’t have to sleep. But sometimes, as the night droned long and dark, they felt themself unconsciously slip away to some place deeper inside their mind. It wasn’t actually sleep, the same way that it wasn’t actually pain. The dreams were a mix of memories surfacing from their spot deep in the abyss of their mind, bringing Max back to moments they hadn’t forgotten about yet. But oh, how they wish they did.

Dreaming. One of the only things that still filled them with dread, even as they were dead.

It was hard for their mind to conjure up good scenarios when the only life they’d known had been down there, and nothing good ever happened down there. Pierce was in most of their dreams, which always consisted of relentless torture and experimentation, their body bending and breaking over and over and over again as he tried and failed to make a shapesifter. It was a never-ending hell, even in the afterlife, the pain still lingered.

But sometimes they dreamed of more… peaceful times. Bittersweet times. Times that, in the sea of constant agony, gave them a sense of melancholy and wistfulness in a way they couldn’t explain. In the midst of their never-ending hell, they were given blankets by the scientist’s assistant, and were allowed to cuddle with his mouse. A small, fake comfort from someone they had almost considered a friend. Those were the best dreams. Because— like all of their dreams— Max could still feel them. They were being talked to and heard and listened to. They were seen. They were alive.

But sometimes, Max didn’t dream. Sometimes, Dew’s little machine was left playing during the dark hours of the night, and the pleasant sound of music streaming through the usual quiet abyss would be the only thing keeping them from falling back into their sea of nightmares.

It had been so long since Max had heard music, that it was almost an unrecognizable and surreal sound at first, filling their ears with bliss and peace, they never thought something could sound so beautiful. It brought back a strange feeling of familiarity, of… belonging. It almost made them feel alive again, whatever that could possibly feel like. Something about music tugged at their soul, encapsulated it. They were music, and music was them.

Sometimes, they would hum along. They were quite rusty, but nobody could hear them anyway, so it was okay. They were soon able to hum the sounds of their favorite songs from memory, filling the dreaded silence of the night with tunes that helped ease the pain of what was left of themself. Even without Dew’s little music box playing, humming still kept Max awake.

Humming, an action that felt so familiar, and yet so far away. It had been what they were doing that night.

Oh, what a horrible night. 

They’d watched Anton take Dew into the lab again. Before they could witness him put Dew in the tank and cause more horrible memories to resurface, they curled up in the corner and wished they could disappear. Only after a few hours, they were compelled to open their eyes and look out at what was happening, eyebrows furrowed and concern and confusion etched on their features. It was only after a few hours when they felt a light pull, a tug on their soul pulling their very being forward. A feeling they had only felt one other time before.

They knew immediately what it meant.

They weren’t the only one on the other side.

And just like that, it was gone. They blinked, and everything was normal again. They were all alone in their plane of existence, just like they had always been.

They decided to find out what the scientist was doing down there, what had become of Dew during this horrid experiment. They watched Anton cry. They watched Dew cry. And they cried with them.

It was all a blur, really. The last five years had been just that. And then Dew went to sleep in his bed and they watched over him like they always did. They floated awake in the corner of his room, thinking of semi-happier times, and hoping only the best for Dew.

And then Dew woke up.

They watched him stare blankly at the ceiling, like he always did, and was never able to see them. They watched him take out that- that knife.

They watched him give up.

And Max felt like they had died all over again.

Max curled into a ball and hummed their favorite tune. They thought that maybe, maybe this wasn’t all bad. Maybe, Dew would soon join them, and they wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. They cried. They cried for Dew, and they cried for Anton. They knew what Anton would do once he came into the lab the next morning to see that his… Dew had left him. He would destroy himself. Worse than before. Nobody would be coming back from this. Max grieved for all three of them.

“Hey.”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Dew to talk to himself. Max curled up tighter.

“H-Hey.”

They peaked an eye open.

“Wh-who are you?”

He was looking right at them. For the first time in the five long, grueling, unimaginably painful years since they left the mortal coil, somebody was looking at them. He wasn’t staring off into space or zoning out or peering into the dark abyss of night, he was staring, eyes still and focused, directly at them.

And they had no idea what this meant.

“You can… You can see me…?”

They thought they must be dreaming. No dream they had felt this real and this clear, but there was a first for everything, right?

…There was a first for everything.

“Y-yeah. Who are you? What’s going on?”

It was as if the world stopped spinning.

Dew, poor Dew, the new test subject, the guy with wings, the man Max had spent the past almost three months never leaving his side. Dew could see them. Somebody could see them. Somebody could hear them. Somebody was talking to them.

It had been so long. So long since words spoken by another person were meant for their ears. Max had almost forgotten that they were supposed to reply.

“I’m Max…” They said. “The last lab rat.”

. . .

“W-what?” Dew squeaked. Pure abject horror flashed through Dew’s eyes as he stared up at the person floating in front of him— the ghost.

“Anton’s previous test subject… You know, the one that came before you.” They had an expression that Dew couldn’t read. It almost looked like they were the one who’d seen a ghost.

Questions raced through Dew’s mind. If Anton had a previous test subject, that could only mean one thing. He didn’t want to think about it.

“You can see me? You can actually see me?” Their voice sounded hollow, pained, hurt, but it echoed off the walls smoothly. They moved closer to him, their body leaning forward as they floated seamlessly through the air as if they were underwater.

Tears sprung in his eyes and before Dew knew it, he was cowering as far back against the wall as his wings would allow him. Once he realized that he was still gripping the knife tightly in his hand, he shakily brought it up in front of himself. The sight of the silver glint of the knife shining off the light of Dew’s eyes brought the ghost to a sudden stop in front of him.

He pointed the knife towards them, the sharp point facing their transparent throat. It shook in his grip, but he didn’t dare let up. His breath hitched and he stifled a sob.

“Get- get away. Please don’t hurt me.”

The ghost’s eye widened, and they leaned back in realization. “You’re scared of me.” They said quietly, as if saying that sentence hurt them.

“P-Please,” Dew choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. “L-leave me alone.” He curled up deeper into a ball and wished he could disappear. They were watching him. Even if he couldn’t see it, he could feel it. Their presence was all too obvious now, the cool draft in the room, the chill it sent down his spine, their eye boring into him.

“Hey… I’m not gonna hurt you, Dew, ever,” Max said, voice wobbly and broken. “Please don’t be scared.”

His eyes shot open. “How do you know my name?”

“I…” He could see the reflection of the knife in their eye as they stared at it. “Please, Dew, put the knife down. Everything will be okay. I won’t hurt you.”

They sounded so… scared. Concern and worry etched in their face. Dew didn’t understand it. They were scared? But they were the ghost!

…Well, after thinking about it for more than five seconds, he supposed that whatever being a ghost here implied was surely scarier than anything else he was feeling. He took a deep breath.

“You… you promise you won’t hurt me?” Dew sniffled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, still not loosening his grip on the knife.

“I promise.”

He looked up at their one visible eye. It was so dark in this light, like a void, and yet he somehow found solace in it. With a shaking hand, he set the knife down to the side of them both, hopefully sending the message that he wanted neither of them to touch it.

After he set the knife down, he watched the ghost visibly relax. They closed their eye and let out a breath of relief. Their body drifted down to his bed, and they sat across from him.

Dew’s eyes quickly adjusted to the sight and he got a closer look. Their hair was long and dangly, locs stretching out in different directions around their body as if they weren’t affected by gravity in the slightest. They were wearing a large, baggy yellow sweater and black pants, and their legs… it almost looked like they faded into the background of the air around them. Looking at them up close, Dew realized that one of their eyes was missing, and behind their hair was a black eyepatch. And there was a thin, ragged scar going across their throat.

“You can actually see me?” They asked again.

Dew’s head jerked into a nod. “Are you… real?”

They looked over their own body. They shrugged. “I think so?”

He furrowed his brows. “…Why- why are you here?”

They blinked. “I… I don’t know. I’ve been here as long as I can remember. It’s all I’ve ever known.”

“What do you mean?”

“I lived here. And I died here. And even after that… I’m still here. I dunno why either.”

“You’re- you’re dead?” Dew asked in horror.

A sad expression crossed their face. They nodded. “I think I’m what’s called a… ghost. After I died, I’ve just been here… watching. That’s how I know your name, I’ve seen everything you’ve gone through. But I couldn’t communicate to anyone, and nobody’s ever been able to see or hear me. Until… until now.”

“How am I seeing you now?”

“I dunno. Maybe… it’s got something to do with your eyes?” Max said as they gestured to their own eye for emphasis. “I… know none of this seems possible, but I stopped questioning what was possible long before I turned into a ghost…”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, I was P- Anton’s last test subject. You know by now that the things he does are… hard to wrap your mind around. There’s still so, so much you don’t know, Dew. There’s…” Their eye went wide. “…Still so much I wish I could forget.”

Dew felt like he was going to be sick. He couldn’t imagine what horrible things they must have gone through, what Anton must have done to them to get them to this point. “W-what did he do to you?”

They hugged their knees to their chest and hid their head between them. “…I don’t wanna talk about it,” they whispered, eyes glassy with a far away look to them.

Dew swallowed thickly. He really didn’t want to know… but he needed to ask. For the sake of his, well, his life. He needed to know the truth, even if it hurt him. “Did he- did he kill you?”

Max’s head jerked up and their eye went wide. “No! No, no no no! He didn’t kill me!” Max exclaimed with a face of pure desperation. “It uhm… it was complicated…” They squeezed their eye shut. Their expression turned to one of pain as they suddenly shook their head, movements unnatural and rapid as their hand jerked to grasp at their throat. They opened their teary eyes. “I don’t- I can’t r-emember. I can’t remember. But Anton didn’t kill me. He never would’ve killed me.”

“But then how did—”

“I don’t wanna talk about how I died. Please don’t make me remember.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry.”

Dew’s eyes drifted to the knife laying next to him on the sheets. He frowned. It was clean. His soft sheets and blankets were clean and warm. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and his mind racing with a million thoughts a minute. And yet… One question kept bubbling up to his mind. One that filled him with dread.

It was all he could think about ever since he woke up from that experiment earlier that night. He remembered it all so clearly, the darkness, the nothingness, and yet it all felt like a dream. Everything did, maybe this was like a dream. Or something new. Something worse. Maybe he… really was…

“Am… am I dead?” The words spilled from his mouth before he realized he was talking, but it was too late. The question was out there, spoken into existence. Now that he said it, it was obvious. He should have known, he should have realized sooner. The tip of the knife was so close to grazing his skin not that long ago, who was he to say it didn’t? He was talking to a ghost- a spirit- a dead person. How could he communicate to the other side if he wasn’t already there himself?

“…No. You’re not.”

He looked up. That… wasn’t the answer he was expecting. But something about their voice… Dew could tell they were telling the truth.

He wiped his tears from his cheeks with his palms. “But- but earlier—”

“You died. I saw. But you came back.”

“Wait.” His voice broke. Panic rose in his chest. He didn’t want to breathe. “Wait wait wait. But Anton said—”

“He lied.”

“I died?”

“For… for just a second. In the tank. I felt it. But you came back! Anton brought you back!”

“I died.”

“You aren’t anymore, Dew, please believe me. Maybe this is why you can see me. I-I dunno, but you’re alive. Please stay alive.”

“But I- I don’t- How do I know I can trust you?”

“I… I promise you can.” They looked deep in thought. “Do you… remember that day when Anton left you all alone all day?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, wondering where they were going with this.

“You escaped through the vents. And the only way you could keep using the vents was because Anton didn’t know about that, remember?”

“I remember.”

“I helped you then, too.”

“You… you erased the security footage?!”

Max nodded.

“But how?”

“…I don’t remember. But…” They closed their eyes.

… 

In the constant, roaring sea of their afterlife, there was only one time that Max’s world changed. Shattered. One dreamless night, they felt a shift in the air, and they knew what had happened.

Tears filled their vision. Their subconscious registered the news before they did, and it all came crashing into them like a tidal wave, pushing them deeper and deeper underwater. Big, wet tears flowed down their cheek like a waterfall. They screamed.

Their old friend was gone.

They screamed as loud as they could. Their voice echoed through the air, through the walls and beyond the limits of their perception.

Something changed within them that day.

Something somewhere deep inside them was awoken. An energy stronger than anything else, overwhelming them, overflowing in their sea of despair. Something was crawling, writing, scratching, bursting to the surface and begging to be released.

A crack. A shatter of a screen. A corruption of something their ghostly form couldn’t comprehend, but could so easily mess with. Their fingers ghosted over the black screens and the dead tapes. Static filled their mind like white noise from an ocean. They blinked.

Something changed. They changed something.

Nothing like that ever happened again.

They blinked again, and they were curled up on the cold floor of the lab next to their friends. The smell of spaghetti and mixed up chemicals filled their senses. The feeling of something soft sitting on their shoulder and nuzzling into their neck. They weren’t alone. Their old friend was here. Oh, how they missed them.

… 

How could they have forgotten?

…Max opened their eyes. “I remember now.”

Dew stared ahead. He didn’t know what to say.

“I didn’t understand it. I still don’t.” Max looked down at their hands. “I thought I was… nothing. Useless. But I changed something. That day I… I chose to channel all that energy into trying to help you.” They looked up. “I couldn’t believe it worked, it was the first time I've ever interacted with the physical plane since I died. And now, you can see me too. Maybe there’s… more to be discovered about me.”

“You’ve really been here with me this whole time?”

“Yes,” Max said. “Longer than you’ve been here. Longer than you could imagine.”

“So I’m… really not the only one. I’m not the only… lab rat.”

“We’re not the only lab rats.”

For so long, for the past three months, Dew had felt so alone. He was trapped, stripped of his autonomy, experimenting on, and expected to accept it. He felt lost and scared with only his captor to keep him company. He felt like nobody would ever understand what he was going through, like nobody would ever help him, like he would suffer as a lab rat alone forever. But now… Now he had someone like him. Someone who went through what he is, who understands him, who can relate to him, who is just as trapped as he is. He doesn’t have to suffer alone anymore. He doesn’t have to…

“Please don’t leave,” Dew said. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Dew,” Max said. “You’re not alone anymore.”

Dew smiled, sniffling. “You’re not either.”

For a second, it looked like they were about to smile too. But it could have been the trick of the light. “Just promise me, Dew… promise you’ll never give up.”

Dew looked at the knife. He shook away the thoughts about what would’ve happened to him if Max hadn’t revealed themself, if he hadn’t gained the ability to see them. He took a breath and kicked it off his bed. It clattered to the floor. “I promise.”

Max looked so relieved. “Thank you,” they said, wrapping their arms around themself. Dew wanted nothing more than to give them the hug they both so desperately needed.

…Maybe he could.

Dew hesitantly reached towards the ghost. He shivered as his hand phased through their face as if it was nothing, blurring into the background and warping their features as his hand moved around the ghostly air.

“Can you… feel that?” Dew asked.

“…In a weird way, yeah… Not in the same way you feel things, but…” Max lifted their hand and slowly rested it on Dew’s arm. Goosebumps spread across his bare skin, and he felt the weight of something touching him. A small invisible force in the air, covering him like a cold blanket. “Can you feel this?”

“Yeah. I- I think so.”

Max retracted their hand and brought it to their chest. They looked spooked, but quickly broke out into an expression Dew hadn’t seen from them yet: a smile. Their eye crinkled and they laughed softly, reaching up to ‘hold’ Dew’s hand that was still resting near their face.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Max said, voice drenched in emotion. “It’s been so long since I’ve talked to someone, Dew, you don’t understand. I didn’t think anyone would see me again. I thought I’d be alone forever.”

Max leaned forward and wrapped their ghostly limbs around Dew’s torso into a light hug. The air around him was engulfed in a comforting coldness, and he hugged the ghost back. Neither of them could actually feel the other as a physical touch, but it brought them comfort all the same. Real comfort, this time.

“Not anymore,” Dew said. “We’re not alone anymore.”

— 

i hope you all like Max!!! i’ve been waiting over a year to introduce them and i’m so happy you all finally get to read more about them! their backstory was only very briefly described here, and there will be a lot of chapters that take place in the past so we can see everything that Max went through, and how they ended up the way they are now! thank you all so much for reading tllr so far, i couldn’t have done this without all of your amazing support. this really is only the beginning :)

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