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chuckeroo777 · 5 months ago

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Laios got Eaten AU Chapters 1-52

So, I was pondering a lot (as I do), and was thinking about this AU. Here's my take on it. Sorry if my grasp on characterization isn't the best. Expect lots of Farcille.

This is mostly a plot point based summary, going chapter by chapter. If something isn't elaborated on, assume it's the same as canon.

Note: This first installment ends at the same point as the anime, but as a manga reader, there are spoilers for later in the canon story.

Edit: Wowzers, that ended up being over 4,000 words! Guess I had more to say than I thought.

This is pretty long, so I'll begin under the cut.

Chapter 1:

Unlike Laios' self deprecating take on this scenario, the rest of the team doesn't immediately give up on him. Marcille and Chilchuck are his friends, and if Falin thinks it's possible, then they're in.

Namari leaves of course, but Toshiro is more complex. He argues with Falin, trying to convince her not to embark on such a risky mission, and may accidentally frame it as Falin choosing between him and Laios. Falin, of course, picks Laios. Toshiro leaves, dejected. After feeling sorry for himself for a while, he gets his retainers and heads after her, hoping to offer backup.

Falin proposes the dungeon eating plan, having casually discussed the possibility with Laios in the past. Without the gourmet guide, she isn't as knowledgeable about monsters, but she is pretty good at identifying stuff from her days of eating weird stuff in the woods, so she can tell the walking mushroom isn't poisonous. She also manages to grab the scorpion, having messed with crayfish as a kid.

Unlike Laios, she doesn't try to eat the venom, but they still struggle, and Senshi comes in to help. Falin is very excited to have such an expert helping them out, and is happy to have him join the team.

In general, Marcille is just as squicked out by monster cuisine, but she tries to put on a brave face for Falin. In fact, her attempts to be more accepting results in her not yelling at Senshi, so the slime doesn't attack her.

Chapter 2:

They go after the man-eating plants, and things mostly go down the same. Without Laios, it takes a little longer for Falin and Senshi to figure out how to save Marcille, going for the root. Marcille gets seeds planted in her skin, but Falin is able to heal her and get them out.

Chapter 3:

Senshi takes them Basilisk hunting, and Marcille is dismayed to see Falin knows the trick for intimidating Basilisks, a sight she will not soon forget. While Senshi slices the snake, Falin caves the chicken's head in.

While Senshi prepares the Basilisk, Falin is able to use a detox spell on Doni. The two still stay to eat though.

Chapter 4:

Events mostly play out the same, though Falin is a bit more gentle in rejecting Marcille's help. Falin admits to having skipped class the day they learned about mandrake harvesting.

Chapter 5:

Chilchuck uses Falin's metal staff instead of the sword to find the passage. When they go to get the oil, Falin casts a fire-ward spell on Chilchuck, just in case. Senshi declines to take one too.

Chapter 6-7:

Without Laios' insights, they deem the living armor too dangerous after the first attempt, and take a slightly different route to the third level.

Much to Marcille's chagrin, they run into a nest of giant rats, and they end up having giant rat stir-fry instead.

Chapter 8:

Falin thinks Senshi's utilization of the golems is absolutely delightful.

Chapter 9:

Falin is rather uncomfortable with Chilchuck's suggestion to trade at the seedy bar, but doesn't argue.

Events with the orcs go more or less the same. Falin thinks Bahay is very cute.

Chapter 10:

No Kensuke, so they get ambushed by the bugs. Chilchuck gets bitten, but Falin is able to heal him.

Falin applies much better ghost wards than Marcille. In fact, she quickly realizes they are just paralyzed, and is able to heal them. Yeah, no. That would have way too big of a butterfly effect on the story. Maybe she's too distracted by the pretty bugs to notice.

Unlike Marcille, Falin thinks the centipedes are adorable. In fact, she secretly takes one and hides it in her pack to keep as a pet.

Chapter 11:

As one would expect, the ghosts are a complete non-issue. No ice cream for them.

Chapter 12-13:

No one in this party is crazy enough to bother with the living paintings. Without the delay, they are able to make camp at the level 4 entrance, bypassing the mimic.

Senshi catches some fish, and they have a very nice dinner.

Chapter 14:

Mostly the same, except instead of Laios, Senshi is saved by Falin. She has experience in such manners.

Chapter 15:

Sadly, Falin does not know the song, so they have to resort to earplugs. This leads to a silent but amusing argument where Chilchuck has to talk down Falin from eating fish-men without words. Falin does not pull the waterweed stunt.

Chapter 16:

The kraken battle is pretty much identical.

Unlike Laios, Falin has eaten calamari before, having gone to that restaurant with Marcille several times. She is very disappointed the kraken tastes bad.

Senshi cooks up the parasite, and Falin doesn't eat any raw.

Chapter 17:

No one is sick, so this chapter doesn't happen.

Chapter 18:

Marcille has a sponge bath and insists Falin take one too. Chilchuck is annoyed by their flirting, but Senshi thinks it's cute.

When the Undine attacks, Falin is able to waterwalk and help Marcille, but neither of them has particularly good magic for fighting an undine. Both are badly injured, but they manage to escape.

Falin is able to heal both of them, but they are both left very hungry, and relatively low on mana. They have a barbecue to help them recover.

Chapter 19-20:

The Tansu party arrives. Tensions aren't quite as high between Marcille and Namari, but it's still there.

After Tansu fails to pacify the Undine. the two parties agree to help each other out. First, they help get down to the tower. A well placed fireball saves Kiki from the tentacles. Sadly, without Laios' knowledge, they can't eat them, at least not as easily.

When coming up with a plan to stop the undine, the idea to trap it is brought up, and they basically use the same plan, except Namari is in on it from the start.

After killing it, Falin suggests eating it, and the two groups enjoy some kelpie stew before departing opposite ways.

Chapter 21:

More or less plays out the same. Chilchuck suggests making the suits, to which Falin enthusiastically agrees. Senshi makes froggy hash instead of pasta, since he doesn't know how to neutralize the stinging.

Marcille puts on the frog suit without complaint since Falin puts one on first.

She attempts to take it off to much complaint still.

Chapter 22:

Most identical chapter yet. Namari asks about Laios instead of Falin. That's it.

Chapter 23:

Plans are made to take down the red dragon. With Falin here, their warding spells are much better, but no Laios means Senshi is the only proper warrior. Falin is a decent fighter, and plans to join Senshi and Chilchuck on the frontline. They search the orc's storehouse and find some spears, which will hopefully be enough for the inverse scale.

They mostly come up with the same plan. Crush the dragon, then kill it.

Chapter 24-25:

The pot defenses fail, and they go ahead and crush the dragon. When the dragon emerges, Falin is able to execute the plan, stabbing the dragon as they play dead. However, she isn't able to stab deeply enough before the dragon recoils, the spear getting pulled away from her, landing some distance away.

Senshi tries to stab the dragon in the foot, but the spear breaks. Things go as they do in canon, with Senshi and Chilchuck managing to toss Falin the spear and blind the dragon in one eye.

Falin meets up with Marcille, and ends up pulling the same self-sacrificing gambit Laios did, stabbing the dragon in the throat while dangling from its mouth.

Chapter 26:

Falin falls unconscious, and has a dream about when Laios first left home, leaving her behind. And how he later promised to never leave her behind again.

Marcille still has to heal Chilchuck and Senshi herself, since Falin is in no state to do it herself. They retrieve her leg, and Falin is able to finish healing all four of them.

They begin carving into the dragon, with Senshi taking the lead. Laios' intrusive thought fun facts end up saving the day, reminding Falin about the flame sac.

Chapter 27:

Falin doesn't even bother mentioning the resurrection office, already knowing what must be done. Marcille doesn't hesitate to offer her ancient magic as the solution.

Falin is able to assuage Chilchuck's concerns a little better than Marcille did, clarifying that the ancient magic is just used to perform magic of a magnitude impossible with just natural mana. He still doesn't quite buy it, but doesn't protest further.

Putting Laios' skeleton together takes longer, since no one here is super knowledgeable about dog skeletons. They get it eventually though.

Marcille does the ritual. Falin thinks Marcille is hot when she lets her hair down like that.

Laios is revived successfully, and everyone is incredibly happy.

Chapter 28:

No bath scene. :(

Laios is incredibly curious about their journey, and is running his mouth asking questions. He is extremely excited that his monster eating idea worked, and is practically glued to Senshi for a while asking questions. Due to his presence, Senshi doesn't explode the dragon.

Marcille isn't surprised in the least by Laios' enthusiasm, and is just glad to have her friend back. They enjoy their little dragon feast, regaling Laios with their tales of monster eating.

Unlike Falin, Laios does not realize that forbidden magic was used to revive him, and apologizes profusely for abandoning Falin, even though she insists it wasn't his fault.

Chapter 29:

When Thistle summons Laios, a ghost wakes Falin up. She wakes the others, and they go looking for him.

Unlike Falin, Laios doesn't gain magical power from the dragon, instead getting an even bigger boost to his strength. Falin isn't just knocked unconscious, but is badly injured by his punch.

Not even being dominated by the mad mage can stop Laios from yapping. As he is transformed, he gives Thistle tips, causing his chimera form to be significantly more dangerous, featuring a bigger but more slender build and bigger wings, allowing him to actually fly. As well as a few other embellishments, such as tail spikes and small horns.

The ghosts save the party, and things proceed as normal.

Chapter 30:

Chilchuck's arc is mostly the same, except that it is easier to convince Falin once she wakes up. Healing the internal bleeding Laios caused took a lot out of her, and both her and Marcille are tapped of magic. They agree to return to the surface.

Chapter 31:

Literally Identical.

Chapter 32:

Kabru's deductions are mostly the same, only altered slightly due to being warded by Falin instead of Marcille.

Shuro isn't quite as haggard. Falin isn't actively dead, so he doesn't feel the need to run himself ragged. Funny enough, taking better care of himself ends up canceling things out, and he arrives at Kabru's group at about the same time.

Chapter 33:

Senshi and Chilchuck have to fight the Dryads by themselves. They use the axe instead of Kensuke. Not that Laios helped much, but the first dryad manages to attack Senshi, leaving him in much rougher shape by the end of the fight.

Thankfully, he makes a full recovery once Falin recovers some mana from the yummy pottage.

Once Falin is recovering, she suggests teleporting out of the dungeon, but Marcille flat out refuses to let Falin do that again. It's way too risky. Now that they have a source of food, mapping out the area should be simple.

Chilchuck does not escape the sex ed.

Chapter 34:

A dramatic reenactment of chapter 34:

They still need to spend several days making the map, but at least petrification isn't an issue.

Chapter 35:

The ghost warns Falin about the wyvern, and they hide in the wall, so business as usual.

When Marcille accidentally puts on the frog suit, Falin decides to put hers on too. This somehow makes Marcille more mortified, not less.

Recognizing Falin, the ninjas don't attack. Marcille is annoyed how happy Falin is to see Toshiro, considering the bad terms he split off on.

Chapter 36:

Since Falin has been enthusiastic, but not overbearing about monster food, Chilchuck chooses to go with Senshi even more easily.

Falin explains what happened to Toshiro, leaving out the ancient magic. Toshiro has no reason to think Falin wouldn't be able to revive Laios. He is happy to learn that she intends to return to the surface, and he plans to try and talk her out of returning once safe on the surface.

Kabru can tell Falin is lying about something, but remains quiet.

Chapter 37:

Even though harpies show up, everything seems to be going well, until Hien splatters on the ground. The Laigon quickly proves to be a ferocious foe, with razor sharp claws, a vicious thagomizer, and the ability to easily fly out of reach, or drop opponents from deadly heights.

Marcille didn't know that sufficient brute force could splatter an Undine to death, but apparently so.

Falin watches in horror as she can see an almost joyous look in his eyes. He would never do this of his own volition... but he clearly doesn't hate it.

When Rin grounds the Laigon with lightning, Falin steels her resolve and charges in to pummel his weak point, but he smiles and says her name.

Chapter 38:

After Kabru fails to kill him, the Laigon is too powerful, and kills Kabru before Falin can do anything. Seeing the Laigon about to attack Falin, Marcille hits it with an explosion.

Snarling, the Laigon looks like it's about to pounce at Marcille and company, causing Falin to fully freak out and unleash her strongest offensive spell, causing several massive rocky spires to erupt and impale the Laigon from below, and accidentally hitting Rin in the process.

Screaming and convulsing in pain, the Laigon takes for the sky, fleeing as fast as it can, leaving behind a thick trail of blood.

With both Falin and Holm alive, as well as Marcille not being barred from helping, the revivals go smoothly.

Toshiro ends up getting into a shouting match with Falin regarding her goal of saving Laios. Falin insists that if they defeat the mad mage, they can save him. He insists that trying to do so at this point is suicidal.

In the heat of the moment, Toshiro declares that Laios isn't even worth saving, and Falin slaps him. The conversation comes to an abrupt end, with both severely regretting their actions. Toshiro walks off to think, while Marcille comforts Falin, who seems on the verge of tears.

Toshiro ends up apologizing, saying he can't understand her decision, but he will respect it. He has Maizuru give them supplies so they can head down immediately, and gives Falin the bell.

Asebi overhears Marcille speculating with Chilchuck about the Laigon, and the possibility of the dragon's soul getting mixed in due to her revival magic.

Kabru leaves with a higher opinion of Falin than he did of Laios, because while she seemed fascinated by monsters, she wasn't as crazed about it as him. Plus she didn't offer him a harpy omelette, so that helps.

Chapter 39:

Without the living paintings, they aren't able to quite grasp the mad mage's motives, but are still hopeful that they can talk to him.

And then the shapeshifters happen.

Chilchuck's Falin is an airhead, reflecting her calm demeanor and lack of commanding presence, even though she is ostensibly the leader without Laios around.

Senshi's Falin looks just like his Laios, but with longer hair. They look identical to Senshi.

Falin's Chilchuck is colder and more even-tempered than the real Chilchuck. She appreciates his levelheadedness and maturity.

Falin's Senshi is always spouting fun facts about food and food prep, and is always smiling. Senshi reminds her a lot of her brother's passions.

At first, the group is confused. They seem to be short two fakes. But then they find Falin's Marcille and Marcille's Falin making out in one of the cells. Both are too shy to admit their feelings, but apparently their mental images aren't so shy about it.

Once obvious stuff is out of the way, and equipment has been checked, Marcille and Falin have been found, but Chilchuck's Senshi, Marcille's Chilchuck, and Falin's Chilchuck are still around.

Chapter 40:

Marcille and Falin manage to eliminate Chilchuck's Senshi, since they both get a weird feeling from it, and all three Chilchucks agree it's the right Senshi, practically confirming it to be Chilchuck's.

The Chilchucks prove much trickier, until Falin comes up with an idea. We skipped chapter 13, so Falin suggests the Chilchucks provide their age. Marcille's says 20. Falin's says 45. Chilchuck is able to explain those guesses are way off the mark, and as the only one able to give a proper explanation of half-foot age ranges, he is clearly the correct one.

With all the copies locked up, the shapeshifter gives up and goes to find other prey.

Asebi ambushes the party as normal afterwards.

Chapter 41:

There is a bit of confusion at Asebi's accusations, since Marcille never confessed to using ancient magic, but Asebi overheard her talking about how she may have blended Laios' soul with the dragon, and that is not something someone does on accident. Clearly she must have been using black magic to do something like that.

Nonetheless, Marcille agrees to break the collar's magic, and things proceed the same. Falin attacks the hag with her mace-staff, creating a messier cut, but functionally the same.

The explanation of their goals goes about the same, including Falin being rather happy to meet Izutsumi, though she's a little less weird about it, talking about how Laios was fine before the mage kidnapped him, and that hopefully he'll go back to that state of mind when saved.

Chapter 42:

In Falin's nightmare, the Laigon appears and tries to kill her, but Falin becomes lucid before it can strike.

Falin goes into Marcille's nightmare to help her. Being more experienced with this sort of thing, she is able to calm Marcille down, and cause her to become lucid, dispelling the nightmare without violating Marcille's private traumas.

They then spend the rest of the lucid dream having fun together. I'll let you decide how much those shapeshifter clones inspired their behavior.

Senshi cooks the nightmares, and much to the girls' dismay, the dream is shown for all to see. Everyone agrees not to bring it up again.

Chapter 43:

While searching the recovered packs, Falin is delighted to find the Dungeon Gourmet Guide. She was afraid it had been digested with Laios.

Note: Falin should be seeing the ghost by now, but I don't want to break up the chapter flow, so just assume the ghost got caught in ghost traffic.

Without Laios to block them, Marcille gets impaled by a few stalactites, and Falin has to tend to her. The fight goes as normal.

Izutsumi is able to undress without anyone being weird about it.

When doing the sauna thing, Chilchuck can't help but notice how closely Marcille and Falin are sitting. He tried to block the dream out of his mind, but it's clear that now that the feelings are out in the open, that's just how they're going to act from now on. He just hopes this doesn't cause any issues.

Chapter 44:

Falin finds the boiled mandrake quite tasty, and so doesn't question it when Izutsumi gives her a second.

When arguing over dinner, Falin is just as baffled as Izutsumi regarding the Barometz. As they run over, she flips through the guide, discovering the potential danger a few seconds too late.

Izutsumi and Marcille run off to do their thing. Falin panics and does something dumb. She starts barking. She isn't as good as Laios, but it's enough to scare off the wolves. Chilchuck isn't even surprised at this point.

Chapter 45:

Pretty much goes the same. Toshiro plans to report the Chimera, at least so people know to be wary, and Falin is just as careless with the bell as Laios.

As they eat their eggs, the ghost finally catches up and Falin is happy to chat.

Chapter 46:

Our party arrives in the golden country. Falin wants to check out the monster corrals, just like Laios, but while he was ecstatic about minotaur milking, Falin is much more charmed by the opportunity to pet the basilisk chicks.

Falin becomes extremely flustered at the sight of Marcille in a pretty dress. Unlike Laios, Izutsumi lets her pet her.

Since minotaur was not requested, they are served basilisk cordon bleu.

Sadly, the running joke of turning ghosts into ice cream is dead.

"One shall come who bears a staff of living wood." With Laios out of the picture, Marcille is the lion's next choice of champion.

Marcille really isn't sure what to think about this. Her? Become new queen of the land?

She ultimately gives no conclusive answer, but the possibility of gaining dominion over this land where no one ever dies is tempting.

Marcille and Falin share the double bed, while Chilchuck gets the single bed to himself. At least until Izutsumi curls up on him.

Chapter 47:

Breakfast goes smoothly, and they head back into the dungeon.

Things in the cistern go mostly the same, though Falin also thinks the griffon is Laios. Senshi doesn't panic until the griffon actually appears.

Chapter 48:

Marcille puts her plan into action, and Falin carries her.

With the second familiar, Falin suggests shaping it like a dragonfly, since they are very fast and agile. It isn't as fast as the wyvern, but it dodges a lot easier. The third familiar is still sky fish.

Once the griffon is defeated, Falin suggests eating the sky fish. Marcille objects, but she can't say no to Falin's smile.

And Senshi shares his story.

Chapter 49:

Unlike Laios, Falin doesn't push Senshi to try the griffon. She suggests cooking it, since they don't want to waste good food, but Senshi doesn't have to try it if he doesn't want to.

Senshi decides to go for it. You can decide if he's traumatized further, or if changelings follow logic, and meat without any spores on it (since it was cut from inside the griffon), and was then "washed" by turning it into soup turns back into hippogriff. Senshi tastes the "griffon" soup, and is immeasurably relieved.

Changlings are a lot of fun, but they sure open some plot holes. By all accounts, it should have reverted to hippogriff soup.

Look, this is my silly what-if AU, things don't have to be perfect.

Chapter 50:

Falin is a dwarf now. She sucks at magic, but now she can really smash some heads in.

Falin thinks half-foot Marcille is adorable. Marcille isn't sure what to think of dwarf Falin.

When they reach the door, Falin is surprised when her pet pearlipede crawls out unbidden and unlocks the door.

Despite the disadvantages, Falin's mace proves super-effective against the gargoyles, managing to defeat one, but tiring out while one is still left. They flee through the door.

Now that the party knows she has it (and that it's oddly useful), Falin starts wearing her pet as a bracelet.

While preparing dumplings, Falin ponders if maybe the griffon wasn't actually a griffon, but Chilchuck shuts her down before she can accidentally re-traumatize Senshi.

Chapter 51:

Falin notices Marcille's strong adverse reaction to the news that half-foots only live fifty years, but doesn't say anything.

Falin suggests the possibility of using the changelings on Laios, though unlike him, she doesn't consider that the two halves might change separately. She just imagines them turning the whole Laigon into a gnome or something.

When the last gargoyle arrives, Falin's staff gets knocked out of her grasp, and thrown by the gargoyle.

They use the knowledge from the transformed staff to defeat the last gargoyle. Sadly, Marcille does not get to fly.

Falin washes her staff.

Chapter 52:

Senshi grows curious and asks about Laios. Falin talks about how Laios always had trouble fitting in, and it wasn't until he started dungeon diving that he finally seemed able to make friends and be happy. Falin had dropped out of magic school because she didn't want Laios to be alone.

Marcille starts crying and clinging to Falin. She talks about how she used to hate Laios. But as they adventured together, he became like a brother to her. Falin starts crying too. Izutsumi sits by Chilchuck to avoid all the tears.

Senshi proposes his bacon and eggs plan. Falin can't find any issue with his reasoning, and thinks its a great idea, but Chilchuck points out how long it will take to eat that much meat. They start making plans for the foreseeable future.

Thistle tries to stop the Laigon from eating a walking mushroom, but is unsuccessful.

Chapters 53-85

Chapter 86-Finale

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maxbegone · 1 year ago

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If you honestly think this is going to be seven sentences, you don’t know me by now! Happy late Sunday/early Monday, I hope the week treats you well ♥️

Alex misses being extroverted, but he knows he can never be too cautious. In this world, it’s all about protecting what you have.

He stands, propping the end of the rifle through the window of the watchtower. Finger on the trigger, safety off, looking through the sight.

“Take another step, and you each get one between your eyes,” he calls out to them warningly.

They stop short, hands raising.

“What do you want?”

“We—we didn’t know this area was occupied,” one of them says. He has a heavy British accent and he’s handsome under the wear and tear of whatever it is they’ve been through. “We’re just trying to find a way through.”

“Yeah, well the only way through is back that way if you don’t want trouble.” Alex gestures with the rifle. “Sorry.”

“Listen, mate, we’ve been walking for three days. We’re just looking for a place to kip that isn’t in the woods.” He smiles a little. “I swear.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah.” The man smiles weakly. “We were with a group, but you know how it is out there.”

Alex’s brow furrows. “Can’t say I do too well anymore. Now what do y’all actually want?” He asks, keeping his aim steady.

Alex could shoot the cap off a glass bottle a hundred paces away and not shatter the damn thing, no questions asked. June could do it almost double.

“A place to sleep,” the same man reiterates. “That’s all. Listen, my name is Percy. My mate here is Henry. We don’t have anything to trade, but we’ve been walking for days and we’re just trying to find some shelter.”

For the first time in a long time, Alex hesitates.

He shouldn’t, but at his core he’s a people person, and even several years into a scarce world hasn’t seemed to fix that. Outside of his core community of himself, June, the three of their parents, Nora, and Raf, he hasn’t seen many people. Who has nowadays? And this excludes Zahra and Shaan who pop in and out every few weeks.

The world went to shit, people either retreated or died, and Alex’s family took the farmland Leo’s uncle left to him back in the early nineties.

They thrive, but they do so with who they have and who they can trust. Everyone else has been turned away at the gate or given what they needed and sent on their way. They have been very lucky not to get ambushed in the years since. Raf believes it’s because no one would be dumb enough to go through that much wilderness and up that steep a hill to do so. Ellen thinks it’s pure luck.

He studies them both from his vantage point: heavy-looking backpacks, mud-covered boots and well-worn clothes, they’re both dirty. There’s something different about them though, and Alex can’t quite put his finger on it. He looks from Percy to the other man, Henry, and finds himself immediately stilling. He has windswept blond hair that looks like it hasn’t been cut in quite a while, a gash on his cheek and some bruising under his eye. Alex catches his gaze, finding it impossible not to hold it for a few long beats at least.

“You can search us! We don’t have any weapons,” Henry pipes up. He’s British, too, and his voice is rich and melodic, despite how it wavers. Alex finds himself wanting to hear more.

Jesus fucking Christ, what is this shit?

“None? Out there?” They both shake their heads. He’s not sure he fully buys it. “Are y’all insane?”

“It’s stupid,” Percy admits. “Others had them, we were protected. We’ve been scrounging off rations of rations since.”

“Where were you headed?”

“Niagara. There’s a safe haven there.”

Alex huffs an inaudible laugh. “Yeah, lots of rumors about those.”

“Can’t be sure about much,” Henry says in lieu of agreement, and Percy nods.

“But it was our best option. We started off in Manhattan.”

Jesus. Alex sighs. He keeps the rifle pointed on them as he picks up his walkie. It chirps to life. “Gonna need some help at the gate, bug.”

“Roger dodger.”

Alex turns his attention back to the two men. “Don’t move,” he commands. “I’m coming down.”

He slings the rifle onto his back, pockets his walkie and makes the climb down the ladder, keeping them in sight as best he can.

He fixes his hat as he strides over, and the closer he gets, the more he begins to see. Percy looks off, unwell, but he’s standing tall and cooperative, expression affixed in something between friendly and neutral. Henry looks better, by comparison, but not by much. He’s certainly taken a few hits, at least physically.

“We’re gonna wait for backup,” Alex tells them both. He keeps his rifle at ease, but stares at them in a way that keeps them frozen to the spot. “Anything funny happens and that’s it.”

They both nod, and Percy says, “Noted.”

It takes about five minutes or so for June to arrive from her part of the property, hair pulled back into a high ponytail and a hand over the revolver in the holster on her waist. “We got company?”

“Could be friendlies,” Alex tells her, dropping his voice, but June’s mouth pulls to the side, protective nature coming out. “Looking for refuge for the night.”

“Gotta play it safe. Sorry, y’all.” She looks at them both and tilts her head up toward the sky. “Storm’s brewing, too.”

“Let’s hurry this up, then. Drop your bags,” Alex instructs. “Arms out.”

#seven sentence sunday #except I definitely didn’t follow those rules #RWRB #rwrb fic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #percy okonjo #june claremont diaz

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years ago

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Winter Makes Ice (Ep.1)

Summary: you’re captured after a brawl at the Avengers building, Bucky and others must save you before Hydra makes a new Winter Soldier out of you, Bucky has given up that title.

Episode: One

Words: 3948

Warning: depiction/description of violence, kidnapping, killing, PTSD, depression.

A/N: I will be making a masterlist for this specific series!

Masterlist!

Winter Makes Ice (series masterlist)

Time: 1:36pm

Date: September 23rd, 2024

“Bucky, I swear to fucking god-” You threw the person you just knocked out onto the ground of the common room, “you have to get out of here, It’s you or this entire building!” Bucky gave you a sympathetic look as you fought off Hydra agents, your gun fired three shots behind you to another agent you sensed running up.

“But I can’t leave you!” Bucky screamed back over the fire and bullets, Hydra agents were running in from every which way. The smoke rising made it harder for him to see you and Sam, who was also there a couple seconds ago. Everyone else was trying to stop the agents from the outside or other levels. It was a complete break-in.

“Fuck all that Bucky, I love you but I can’t love you if you’re dead- Fuck!” You screamed in pure anger as you began hand to hand combat with an agent, he wasn’t good at all so it was a quick take down. “James!” you looked over to just see him standing there, his eyes were watery from the pain and smoke, “you need to fucking leave! Run!” you shouted, waving him off.

“I love you!” He yelled over, hands cupping his mouth to make sure you heard him.

“I’ll tell you I love you after this, we’ll be okay,” you looked over your shoulder to find three new agents running in, their eyes weren’t even looking at you. You looked back to find Bucky still standing there, “fucking run!” Your throat felt raw, all the screaming and fighting was taking a massive toll on you.

Bucky took off in the other direction, the fire was subsiding as he got further from you. The serum gave him lungs like no other, so running through fire and smoke was easy. With a frantic mind and tunnel vision his left and right mixed up, all Bucky was trying to find was an exit and it should’ve been easy but he’d turn back after remembering this wasn’t the right hallway. His hand was gripped tightly on his gun while the metal hand held a knife firmly, after getting his mind back he found he could throw better with his left and shoot with his right- his dominant hand is right anyway.

“Anyone on their com?” Everyone had quickly shoved theirs in during the start of the ambush; half the SHIELD agents weren’t wearing their tactical gear.

“Rogers is here,” Steve ended his sentence with a grunt.

“So is Romanoff,” Nat sounded a bit more composed but still out of breath.

“y/n is down on the main floor, she told me to run because all they’re after is me, someone needs to go down and help her,” he received a few confirmations before focusing back to the task at hand. The bright light of the afternoon sun blinded him for a second, with all the lights shutting off and the smoke it made it seem like it was night. Bucky reached up to rub his eyes to help adjust to the sun but ended up just rubbing smoke and fumes into them, “fuck!” He stumbled back against the closed door as he used his shirt to rub his eyes but that was also covered in his smoke.

Bucky reached back and grabbed a completely full water jug that was the size of his palm, Bucky could feel his heart shatter as his eyes cleared because it was you who- only a matter of hours ago -was leading a very relaxed meeting about these water bottles, ‘you need to hydrate to stay on your feet’ you had said a couple times. His mind was as clear as his eyes, the way you were screaming at him to leave, the way you stood directly between him and the Hydra agents so they had to shoot through you to get him, the way you kept looking back to him with tears in your eyes because all you wanted was for him to stay but you knew better and sent him away. The tears mixed with the water as he sprayed his face, the smoke clung to his sweat like he did to you after a nightmare. The entire Avengers building was slowly caving in on itself, he could feel his heart lurch with every new piece of the building fall on the inside, he just hoped it didn’t hit you.

He kept walking further from what he once called home, trying to get a better view of it all. He wanted to look away because he felt like all at once the building could crumble to pieces and consume you with it, there was no saving the building; and quite possibly you.

“Wh-gent-hu?” Bucky had walked too far away from the building and the coms, all of them were close to low battery because of the last mission. Bucky ran towards the building and couldn’t see anyone on the roof, but as he ran closer the clearer the coms got. “Where-agent-I can’t-what is happ-sto-!” It was three different voices screaming together at once, Bucky whipped the doors open and saw just how much the inside changed.

The walls weren’t a sophisticated grey anymore but rather charred and black, there was no roof, at all. Bucky ran into the common room to find everyone looking under fallen planks and bars of steel, he started lifting them too. Everyone was running around and screaming at eachother, everyone had a different level of injury. Steve was throwing support beams like nothing, Bucky ran over. “Who are we looking for, Steve?”

Steve just looked at Bucky with tears falling down his face, his skin was brown with dirt but his tears left trails down his skin. “Bucky, man, I’m sorry…” Steve sniffled and covered his mouth. Natasha had walked over, her hands were shaking and clutching something close to her heart.

“I think we have our answer,” Nat cried and handed Bucky the water bottles you introduced.

“Who’s-” he was cut off when Bucky flipped the bottle to check the bottom, and there in your hand writing was your name, and a little heart next to it.

Bucky felt as though his soul had just left his body, everyone was getting close to giving up the search for you. If your body would be found it would be a miracle for you to still be alive, your lungs would have been fried due to the smoke and a pillar could crush you like it was nothing. Sparks flew off of snapped electrical that could be electrocuting you at this moment, small fires still burned which could be living off our ashes, any of the pure destruction could be killing you. And yet people were giving up, by the look on Steve’s face Bucky knew he should as well.

Time: 11:45am

Date: September 23rd, 2024

“So you’re saying we have little squirt bottles, this is fucking great!” Sam laughed, he looked at the clear bottle that was shaped into a big teardrop, the kind marathon runners keep on their belt. He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket and wrote his name.

You sat next to Bucky who was still feeling the effects of the last mission, it was at a Hydra base to just get intel but even then, it was still hard. Everyone got back a day ago and decided to push the debrief for the next day because of the shared exhaustion. Bucky slept for twelve hours because of it.

“Do you like them?” you asked, referencing the bottles, you both held yours as you waited for the marker to be passed to you.

“Anything you do, I like, sweetheart.” Bucky pulled you into his side and cuddled with you for a bit, he had always found your touch was a good way to stay grounded. Your heart beat could be felt anywhere, and Bucky would always try and match it. The marker was passed to you both and you wrote your names, a little heart found its home next to the last letter of your name, Bucky could only smile wide and shake his head and he took the marker and wrote his.

You and Bucky made your way back to your shared room before cuddling up in bed, a movie was thrown on and you both watched it as your eyes started to close. Bucky was awake, he kept looking down at your head on his shoulder to leave a little kiss, he’d always let his lips linger on the top of your head so he could smell your shampoo. Normally you were clinging to him for warmth but he could feel you were radiating heat, your sweater was actually his and the covers were tucked to you and Bucky got the edge, this wasn’t new for him. You were almost asleep but still every minute or so you’d subconsciously snuggle your cheek deeper into Bucky’s shoulder, small little circles in Bucky’s shoulder as you got more comfy.

Bucky ended up falling asleep too, it was weird when he would wake and realize how vulnerable he was to be asleep with you beside him and the door unlocked, he would smile at himself and make a mental note to bring it up to his therapist that he slept soundly again. Bucky probably could’ve gone the entire night but was woken up by a hard time breathing, something was caught in his throat so his cough woke him up. Then his dry cough woke you up, right away your nose turned up at the smell.

“Smells like burnt,” you said and stood up, a couple joints popping back into place.

“Ya, that’s what it was,” Bucky nodded, he pulled his shirt over his nose.

“Wanda needs to leave Nat alone with the cooking thing, Nat doesn’t like to cook so I don’t know why Wanda keeps bugging her, right?” you turned back to Bucky, he was nodding along. “Everyone has their thing, cooking isn’t Nat’s thing but that's fine,” you sighed, “I’m gonna actually talk to Wanda about-”

Three bangs landed right on your door, you jumped back from it and Bucky stood up. Two guns were pulled out of the bedside tables, Bucky tossed one of them to you. The banging went again and it wasn’t a friendly bang, you both knew this wasn’t one of your friends. The safety of the guns were both pulled back with a ticking sound, Bucky put his clip in his gun, you like to use a revolver and it was already ready. The top hinge blew off and the door slightly fell forward, the lights were off and the emergency ones gave little light, there was smoke crawling through the cracks in the door. Bucky had made his way to the other side of the bed to you, now you were both in front of the door.

“Who do you think it is?” You whispered to him, your shoulders rubbed against his with quick breathes.

“No idea,” Bucky muttered back, his lips barely moved.

The door busted down and because you both were ready the guy didn’t stand a chance, the intruder fell back in an instant at the rapid fire from the guns, the sound would be as loud as the banging on the door. The intruder wasn’t even ready to fire, his gun flipped out of his holster and slid a tiny bit on the tile floors before stopping. The emergency lights hit the silver gun perfectly, you noticed red on it but it didn’t look like blood, there was some type of symbol or branding on it. You slowly walked closer, your bare feet not giving away you were moving in case someone was waiting before the threshold of the door.

“Bucky…” you whispered and turned to him, “you gotta get out of here,” you slowly bent down and picked up the gun, the Hydra symbol was hard to see now that it was not getting any light. Bucky’s nostrils flared as a way to hide what he was feeling, his mouth opened to try and talk this through but the sounds of coughing, guns, and screams took its place.

You both ran to the common room, everyone was there, fighting an agent. Coming from a third angle you took out some of the agents with your gun, they didn’t see it coming; neither did Nat as she pointed her gun in your direction.

“They want their intel back, go to the computers!” Steve screamed, you turned and ran.

Bucky joined the fight in the common room, he kept looking back to see you getting smaller and smaller down the hall. All he had was his gun and a knife he picked up from his dresser, both were used as more and more Hydra agents ran in and came from the ceiling that was falling apart.

You turned quickly into the room, computers and wires everywhere. Your time was spent in the training room rather than here, but you logged in mission reports on the computers. Hard drives of every mission, every person, and every thing were connected everywhere. Tons of information that could give Hydra the upperhand, there were still hard drives you had just stolen from Hydra that no one had looked into yet. This was all they wanted, but it was weird to see how many agents were coming in and not making their way to the intel room. You stood on guard with your gun out and ready, you weren’t wearing anything protective so you stood behind an old computer that was yet to be thrown out.

A man walked in, he was tall and slim. Brown hair curled down to his shoulders and his eyes were a dark green, they pierced right through you. You were about to shoot but he just put out his hand, his index finger coming up and wagging you off. “I wouldn’t do that,” he warned, his voice was like gravel.

“Why not?” You grunted, finger ready on the trigger.

He didn’t even reach for his gun, his hands out in front of him. “Because, you’d never shoot the messenger, would you?” His hands lowered but he kept them out. You slowly lowered your gun but kept your hands ready, fingers still holding the trigger. “I came on my own terms, no leader sent me,” He added and pulled a chair out.

“Out with it, I don’t need your cryptic bullshit!” your gun was raised again, “hands up!”

He raised them, “we don’t want intel.”

“What?”

“You stole our intel, that’s fine.” his nose stuffed up, “but you steal our weapon, rid him of his purpose...then we have an issue.”

“He’s not a weapon!” you knew exactly who they were talking about, “and we didn’t steal him, we saved him, we saved Bucky!” you yelled again, tears gathering in your eyes.

The man sat back on his chair, “I don’t care at this point, none of us do, you either give us our Winter Soldier or we will burn this place to the ground.” He stood to size you up, “the message has been given, shoot me if you want, I heard humans are flammable so I’d help burn this place-”

The man's brain flew out and hit the walls, blood sprayed over you and the computers. His knees folded in and the hole in his head slammed against the floor, you should have let him suffer but he probably was working for Hydra, and that’s suffering everyday. The man’s skin whitened in a matter of seconds, all the blood rushing out of that one spot was getting near the electrical, so you ran back to the common room.

Bucky was there, “most of them went to the roof, we got it down here!” He screamed.

“They’re after you!” you yelled and shot a few agents down, “this isn’t intel, they want you Bucky!” The smoke was flying up and with all the fast movements, it was getting harder to see him, but you saw the metal arm in the reflection.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m staying here!” He stopped to reload, but you knocked someone down and turned to face him.

Bucky took off but as he ran away, right before you lost sight of him, an arm wrapped tightly around your neck. You couldn’t see a face but you heard a voice, “he’ll turn himself in if he knows we have you, now this will hurt.” the butt of a gun slammed your temple, all you saw was black.

Time: unknown

Date: unknown

Your head hurt so bad, right as you were waking up it was a pulsing ache everywhere from between your eyes to your neck. It felt like waves, for a moment the pressure would drop but then slowly crawl back in, nothing was rigid. In the room you found yourself in there wasn’t much to register, just a cell that was a little longer than arm's length and some black box on the ceiling, it wasn’t a light but it seemed to hold something. There was no bed as well, you were sat up against the wall in a corner. As you moved to look around your neck all the way down to your knees ached; not to mention the pressure building in your head. It felt like you had been struck in the back of the head even though you thought it was in your temple when you were knocked out, your hand cupped high on your neck, right where your hair started. There was a sting and you pulled away with a hiss, a few pieces of scab came with it.

There were no windows, no source of light to see what time it was. But the fact that whatever cut was made to the back of your head was a fully scabbed and not bleeding gave away you had been asleep for a bit, that almost made it worse.

“Welcome, Soldat,” a voice with an accent came through, it was one you couldn’t figure out. “It seems our other weapon got away, we were gifted you instead; we are happy about it no less.'' the voice was coming from a speaker in the top left corner, not the black box directly above you.

“Where am I?” your voice sounded like sandpaper.

“In your cell,” you could hear the smirk, “but you’re not in Avenger’s territory anymore, would you like to know where you are?” he didn’t wait for you to answer, “I’ll give it to you if you follow this simple task, would you mind getting on your knees?” the voice asked, you stayed still, “right, I forgot. Soldat, get on your knees.” right away your knees smashed into the concrete floor. “Would you look at that, how pretty?”

“What that fuck?” you gasped out, your hands folded neatly on your lap as you sat back on your calves.

“Now that we know your abilities, you’re in Iceland, Hydra gifted us you.”

“You’re not Hydra?” you asked, this time louder and looking at the speaker.

“Oh, we are Hydra.” the voice laughed, “just not how you think we are...”

Time: 9:59pm

Date: September 27th, 2024

Bucky didn’t know how long he’d been curled in his bed with the curtains drawn, there was no perception of time at all. All he did was cry, all day. His body ached and crumbled into itself more and more as time went on. Everyone was mourning the loss of a friend, but to Bucky it was a lover. He held the picture you framed after your first date as a couple, that was one of the first times Bucky had truly smiled.

You both went to a really nice restaurant and when you were finished you waiter offered to take a picture because they saw you getting self conscious when your arm was up to take a selfie. The both of you leaned over the table and close to one another, right before the picture was taken Bucky reached over and placed his metal hand over yours, allowing it to be seen in the picture. It was something he regretted but after you framed it and kept it on your side of the bed, Bucky looked at it everyday with a smile.

The picture was still in the frame but it wasn’t on the bedside anymore, rather pushed up against Bucky’s chest. He’d pull it away to look at you from time to time, after picturing all the good times with you, your face seemed to change and warp until it wasn’t you. Bucky would run his finger down the glass and try to imagine the feeling of your skin again, he’d lost almost everyone in his life, all he wanted was to feel you one last time if it really was your time to go. Your smile was so bright it lit up the pitch black room he was crying in, your smile and your personality could keep an entire country running for years.

He ran out of salty tears and all that was left was wheezing and rocking back and forth in his bed, the emotions were working him out, sweat lines the neck rim of his t-shirt, but he’d also use the neck line to wipe the tears that slipped past his nose and lips. They would roll down and hit his pillow, he had already flipped it to get a dry surface.

Steve walked in, he didn’t need to knock because he knew what’s coming. Steve had watched you and Bucky grow from barely speaking to napping on the couch for everyone to see, it took a while but Steve knew from the beginning that you were perfect for him. Steve brought Bucky a sandwich everyday at noon because he refused to eat dinner and breakfast. Some days he wouldn’t eat at all but noon seemed to be the best time for him to eat everything.

“Wanda made it today actually, she added some chips on the side and made it real nice, Buck,” Steve went to the windows and opened the blinds, he did that everyday but when he would come back 24 hours later they’d be closed. “I also have news, about y/n…”

Steve saw for the first time in four days Bucky sit up, he saw the grief fade and a small shred of hope appear.

A/n: if you want to be tagged in this series let me know through an ask or anything!

#bucky series #bucky barnes series #bucky #Bucky Barnes #Bucky angst #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader

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pink-imagines · 4 years ago

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good mistakes

request: Could you do 7 from touch, 12 from hand holding, 9 from hugs and 8 from kissing with our boi krishima ? :3💗 if its too much pick anything that you like 😅

a/n: this one isn't my favorite, i just couldn't get it right...

warnings: mentions of bugs (if you're queasy, please don't read), swearwords, mostly fluff

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touch 7. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear hand-holding 12. bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go hug 9. hugging while lying down together kisses 8. first kisses

In and abandoned house in the woods somewhere was where you were situated at the moment. The story of how you got there was long and complicated, but luckily could be easily summarized. You were out on a mission with your partner, Kirishima, when you were ambushed. The people on your intercoms led you to a little cottage that was conviniently covered and would keep you safe for a while. So, you were now hiding out until back up could come get you. Now the biggest problem on your hands was how injured your partner was. More importantly, how little he cared about being injured. You hadn't told him about back up yet, and he was convinced that you were going to keep going with the mission as soon as he had healed enough.

"Please, at least lay down.", you sighed as you unpacked your first aid kit. "I'm fine, Y/L/N. Really. I just need a bit and then we can keep going.", he tried to reassure you. But it was hard to convince you when he was bleeding and heaving for air. Sweat was dripping down his forehead, but when you reached to wipe it away he grabbed your wrist and put your hand back in your lap. "You're not fine, you're bleeding.", you said, "You were completely reckless out there. I could've handled that, but no - you just had to literally grab a blade? Kirishima, with all due respect... that was the most stupid thing I've ever seen!" "I know it was stupid, but it's okay now. You're fine and I will be okay.", he sighed. "Please just let me take care of your wounds.", you said and before he could respond you added, "Or I'll keep nagging you about it and I'll never let you fall asleep." "You know you would be doing the opposite of healing me then, right?", he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I am fully aware of that. Now let me tend to your wounds.", you pleaded, "What do I have to do? Call you captain?" "That would be nice, yeah...", he thought out loud to himself. "Well then, Captain.", you stood up to try to tower over him, "Let me treat your wounds so that you don't get an infection." "The second part was a let down...", he huffed, but layed down despite his sour attitude. You brought out the disinfection and a cotton ball, telling him that it would sting a bit. Knowing him, he'd try to not make a fuss... which is what he did. He gritted his teeth, but eventually he let a sound that could only be described as a whimper let out. You couldn't help it, you stifled a laugh. "Please don't make fun of me.", he sighed and put his not injured hand over his eyes. "Sorry...", you snickered, "... you were just trying so hard... you have to admit it was a bit funny." "I'm glad you find humor in my pain, partner.", he gritted his teeth once again. Suddenly you felt the need to focus very hard on treating his wounds. There was nothing that hurt you more than when realization hit you. Partners, that's what you were and nothing more. Recently you had started developing a sad crush on your red-headed companion. Sad because, confessing those feelings would be highly unproffessional. On top of that, Kirishima had a knack for teasing you and doing things that could be considered flirting - but if you looked at it differently it wasn't always the case. "Ow, ow, ow! Not so hard!", he exclaimed. You quickly took the cottonball away from the scratch on his stomach and turned to his face instead. "You have a few cuts, do you want me to clean those now too?", you asked, already taking out more cottonballs. "I'm guessing that I don't have a choice...", he sighed and you shook your head, "... go on with it." As gently as you could you applied the disinfectant onto the cuts, but your hair kept getting in the way. You tried blowing the few strands away but it wasn't working. "Okay, stop that you're getting it all over my face.", he chuckled, "Here." Kirishima reached up to your face and brushed the strands away from your face and tucked them behind your ear. His fingers were cold but somehow managed to leave your skin burning wherever he had touched. You turned away quickly and started getting ready for taking care of his hand. "You got hurt too, you want me to help you with that?", he sat up again. "No thank you, I'm fine.", you took a deep breath, "Is your hand still wrapped up in that cloth?" "Uh, yeah... I can fix it thought. You should get some rest-" "Just let me do one thing.", you started getting frustrated. What you thought was the best thing that could happen to you turned out to be the most awkward thing ever. You were literally locked up in a little cottage with the man you had feelings for, but you kept freezing up whenever he actually did something. "It needs cleaning and maybe stitches...", you sighed, "... get ready for it to hurt like hell, okay?"

Once the procedure was done you took out the bandages and carefully wrapped it around the wound. "Sorry that you have to spend your time here... we could've probably been done by now.", Kirishima sighed. You realized that snapping at him like that for your own personal reasons wasn't that kind of you. Now you couldn't even look him in the eye without feeling embarrassed... you had royally screwed yourself over. "I'm fine with it.", you admitted. It was the end of the bandage, meaning that you had to let go of your hand. Your brain processed it but your body didn't want to follow along. Instead your palm met his softly, your other hand holding his hand from underneath. "Is it too tight? Too loose?", you asked, still not letting go. "It's good.", he wasn't taking his hand away either. Maybe you were daring, maybe you were stupid, but you looked up at his face and his eyes were staring right back at you. Neither of you looked away, as if you were entranced by the other's gaze. "Y/L/N, Kirishima - we have news for you.", the sound came from your intercoms and it almost made you jump six feet up in the air. "Yes?", you said and quickly let his hand go. "Y/L/N, you need to press the button to answer...", Kirishima held back his laughter. With a sigh you pressed the button and answered. Your superiors were telling you to stay put for the night, it wouldn't be safe to send back up now. Both of you had food and water for a night, so that wasn't a problem... sleeping would be a problem unless one of you wanted to sleep on the floor. "I'll do it, it's alright.", Kirishima said casually. "I'm not opposed to that, sure.", you shrugged. You looked over at the actual bed... something was off. When you lifted up the mattress you caught a horrible view of a lot of bugs. "I guess I could join you on the floor...", you mumbled, "I'm not sleeping in the bug bed." "Understandable...", he nodded, "... we don't have blankets though." A groan escaped your lips as you paced back an forth in the tiny space, muttering about how annoying this was. The only reason you stopped was because Kirishima let out a laugh. "What? Did you find something?", you asked curiously. "Let's just lay close together.", he laid down on the floor and patted on the space next to him. You stared down at his hand, inviting you to lay down beside him. Should you? Could you?... yes. You hadn't taken advantage of this weird situation since you got here, maybe you'd do something different. Without hesitation you laid down beside him. What you didn't expect was for him to wrap his arms around you and put the jacket that he previously took off over the two of you. The jacket functioned as a pretty bad blanket, but that was the leas of your worries. "It's gonna get cold really fast, let's preserve the heat.", he explained even though you didn't ask, "If you're uncomfortable just say so, okay?" You nodded and tried to find somewhere to put your hands. That place just happened to be hish shoulders. Now you were chest to chest with the man you had a big fucking crush on. He looked you in the eye, suddenly noticing the close proximity. If it weren't for it being so dark, maye you would've seen the blush on his cheeks. "Maybe this was a bad idea...", he muttered, accidentally glancing down to your lips but then quickly back up. "Maybe...", you did the same. In a moment of complete brain numbness, due to your heart beating so loud that you couldn't hear your own thoughts, you leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, but quick, and when you pulled away you saw that his eyes were still closed. When he opened them he saw you trying to find the words to apologies. So he put his hand on your cheek, stealing away your attention once again, and returned your kiss. Soft, sweet, but so utterly short. When he pulled away you almost followed him, making him let out a stifled laugh. You smiled gleefully at him, and he wore a boyish grin. He put his hand on the back of your head and guided it to lay on his chest. There, you closed your eyes and fell asleep... just as if it had been a dream.

When you woke up that morning you realized that it very much was not a dream. You could feel his breaths on the top of your head, and you were still snuggled up on his chest. Of course you freaked out, you didn't know what else to do. So you got out of his grip, which happened to be just in time for your intercom to tell you that the back up was almost there. Kirishima had woken up, he looked around confused... but you couldn't even look at him.

Kirishima went to the hospital for a check up when you got back. While you tried to take the free day off that you got seriously, you just couldn't. Trying to tell yourself that you were just really worried about your work partner was useless, you had kissed him. So you put on your shoes and threw on a jacket before you left your apartment to go to the hospital. The drive was short, but long enough to get your heart racing. He had kissed you back last night... and you had slept cuddled up against him. You really didn't know what flew in you. The whole ordeal seemed so unlike you, it was absolutely absurd for you to do something like it.

Sooner rather than later you reached the hospital. You wanted to sit in your car and not leave, but your body betrayed your mind again. The doors opened automatically for you, and to your surprise you saw a red head walking towards you. "You're out already?", you nervously fiddled with your jacket. You hadn't prepared yourself for meeting him right away, you were planning on at least pacing back and forth outside his room for a few minutes. "Hello to you too.", he chuckled, "They said it wasn't too serious. I guess you did a good job." Compliments, sometimes you were fond of them... now that wasn't the case. "Oh well... it was nothing really.", you looked down at the ground. "Hey, are you okay? You seem a little under the weather." Did he not remember what happened? That almost hurt more than a rejection. It took all of your confidence to do that, such a power move could never be repeated. "Is it about last night?" You were wrong. That sentance was ten times worse than the last one. You felt like you could throw up. "Um... actually-", you started but he was quick to add one more thing. "I completely understand if you regret what you did or if it makes you uncomfortable to think about.", he explained, "But... I don't mind it..." What did that mean? Did he like it? His answer was so vague it made you even more sick to your stomach. How could you even respond to him? You finally looked back up at him and he had a soft smile on his face... suddenly you felt a lot better, a lot stronger. "I don't want to forget about it.", you said, "Because... I might have caught feelings for you... I know that's really unproffessional and I'm sorry-" He cut you off one more time, but now he took your face in his hands to bring you in for a kiss. This time it was still short, probably considering that you were in the middle of a hospital. But in that short amount of time you managed to feel everything that neither of you could seem to say. When he pulled away you kept your eyes closed, just in case this was just a very good dream. "I'm really sorry for cutting you off... I've just been wanting to do that for a while.", he explained and you finally opened your eyes to look at him. "This isn't a dream.", you whispered, making him laugh. "No, it's not.", he said. Your hands were on his shoulders, which was probably the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor right now. "Kirishima-" "Eijiro, please.", he smiled, "I think you've earned to be on a first name basis." "... Eijiro, I'd really love to just keep being here with you but... we're in the middle of a hospital.", you chuckled, "People are definitely staring." "Okay well then..." , he grabbed your hand, "... do you wanna go somewhere else?" "I'll drive.", you nodded and the two of you walked out, hand in hand.

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apiratewhopines · 3 years ago

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Thanks again to @teamhook for the artwork and being the muse for this one! You wanted a movie fic and I did my best 🙂

Midnight

Chapter 7 — The Slipper

Summary: In which our heroine resets the clock

Chapter 7 on AO3 (That’s all folks!!)

“You’ll never know

How many dreams I dreamed about you”

-It’s Been a Long, Long Time, Bing Crosby

It was receiving the invitation to Arthur and Guinevere’s second wedding that did it. Emma’s fairy godfather stayed in touch after their weekend in the country, offering investment advice for her windfall and acting for all the world like her adopted brother. She knew he felt guilty for finding his happy ending at her expense. Despite her reassurances she messed up her chances hours before he came on the scene, maybe months if she were really honest.

Three months ago, she left the estate a little more scarred, a little less hopeful, and much more wealthy. She paid back the money stolen from Granny but couldn’t bring herself to buy a place in the city like she originally planned. Instead, she took the remainder and invested it per Arthur’s overbearing instruction. She doubled it in a week and tripled that figure by the end of the month.

She still wasn’t satisfied, though. Dreams of a certain blue-eyed man haunted her, his last words whispering through her mind like a mantra and a curse. So she found Neal’s trail again and spent the next couple of weeks looking for him in the shadows and muck. She found him mooching off his mother of all people.

All the hate, anger, and embarrassment she buried deeply at the end of their relationship dissipated the moment she saw him. Why had she given him so much real estate in her mind, allowed the ghost of him to rob her of her sanity and potential happiness?

It was with satisfaction at a job well done rather than his impeding downfall that she turned him over to the local authorities and headed back to the east coast.

By the time she arrived, she was richer and even more lonely.

She was listless and finding no reason to stay, Emma accepted Arthur’s latest proposition that she needed to see the world. Using his numerous estates as a guide, she flitted across the globe, experiencing all the world had to offer and looking. Always looking.

It took her longer than it should have to realize she wouldn’t find what she was missing in the new people she met or the natural wonders she explored. The whole time her mind and soul were calling out for a more familiar setting and a dearer face.

Lancelot was right. She was running scared, and the only thing it was going to get her was absolutely nothing.

The handsome, almost homewrecker had not attempted to reach out since their quiet conversation on the beach, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know what he was up to. After calling it quits, he realized the US hadn’t been the best place for him. He returned with great fanfare to France, where he took on the daily running of the family business. He was said to have the Midas touch, working with the locals to improve the processes and products they offered. His vineyard was becoming the trendiest tourist destination in the country.

Not even a month after his departure, the press reported on the fairytale romance of the champagne millionaire and his widowed neighbor, Belle French. The pair’s engagement announcement ran in every major newspaper in the world.

It was quick work, even for Lancelot du Lac. She couldn’t begrudge him, though. He was never truly a bad man, just a regular one who made bad decisions. She could certainly relate.

Cutting her trip short, she returned to the city where it all started, to a tiny loft apartment she rented on a month-by-month basis above Granny’s diner. There didn’t seem to be much point in seeing the world when the only world she was interested in was centered about four hours away.

The news of Killian was more challenging to come by than the other people involved in her charade, but that only made it more precious. A charity fundraiser here, a life saved there, the ever-present and never changing picture on the hospital website she checked so often it was now saved as her homepage. She thought glimpses and scraps were all she was entitled to at first. However, the longer she tried to resist his pull, the more she started to think maybe she did deserve a chance.

Maybe she wasn’t too late.

Staring at the thick cream-colored invitation with scrolling words waxing romance, dates, and times, she came to a decision and packed her bags.

—

It wasn’t hard to find the exact location of their meeting. It was burned into Emma’s memory. Their initial encounter cemented as one of those moments that seem routine when they happen but take root in your fate and grow, threading through every aspect of your life until all traces of happiness are tied to one serendipitous second in time.

After departing from Arthur’s estate in a chauffeured car all those months ago, she had returned to this spot and found her Bug right where she left it. Someone, probably the Prince Charming she was determined to break, had filled the tank with gas. So, she bid adieu to Arthur’s employee and drove off into the sunset all alone. Like she did everything.

Nothing had changed about the place in the intervening months. It was thirty minutes to midnight. The dark sky was clear, stars twinkling from space and the moon a tiny thumbnail above the evergreens. She would wait all night if she had to, but sooner or later, she would catch her quarry.

Emma Swan always got her man.

Unfortunately, she didn’t always get him on her first try. She waited for a couple hours the first night, but no black BMW could be seen cresting the hill. Admitting defeat, she went back to her hotel and vowed to try again.

She knew she could have sprung an unannounced visit on him at his job. After all, it wasn’t difficult to pick out his dark sedan in the parking lot when she cruised by the hospital several times a day. Nor would it have been difficult to track down his address and ambush him one evening when he returned home. The idea had a lot of appeal since his place lived in a variety of fantasies involving oversized shirts and pancakes.

Deep down, she knew after she had robbed him of his choice so many times in their brief acquaintance, it would be wrong to show up and act like nothing happened. She needed to allow him to invite her back in or send her away.

God, she hoped he invited her in.

It took three nights, but eventually, she saw headlights. Smoothing down the hem of her black tank top over her skinny jeans, she took a cleansing breath and stepped out into the middle of the road.

She had no doubt it was him, the cautious pace slicing through the night at exactly the same time as before. She could even tell the precise moment he spotted her in the bright lights of his high beams, the luxury car swerving slightly into the other lane. It was less than a minute later he rolled to a stop about ten feet away.

Then, nothing. The silence of a door not opening was deafening.

Maybe this was her answer.

She wished she could see past the glare and through the windshield. Look into his eyes at least once more and tell him everything she figured out over the past couple of months. The same things he had tried to say to her before he left.

Finally, a lifetime later, she heard the door open. She felt every footfall in the far reaches of her heart, each measured step in time with the rapid beating in her chest. She was lightheaded with longing, her eyes frantically trying to adjust between light and dark and make out Killian’s beloved form in the nighttime.

“Fancy meeting you here, Captain.”

There was another long pause and then he stepped into the narrow, car-sized area of light. He was even more handsome than she remembered. The static, professionally staged photo on the website never did him justice in the first place. “Emma, when did you get back?”

She heard the question for what it really was, ‘Emma, why are you here?’

Smiling past her nerves, she took a step closer. He looked like the proverbial deer in the highlights, like any sudden movement would cause him to turn tail and run. She did this to him. It was her fault her cocky Prince Charming looked spooked. “A couple of days ago. I need a ride to Misthaven. I’m late for an appointment.”

“An appointment? It’s almost midnight. I’m getting the strangest sense of deja vu.”

“You see, there’s a man. He’s actually the best thing that ever happened to me. But I felt like I didn’t deserve him, like I didn’t deserve anyone, really, so I ran. Several times. And even though I pushed him away and ruined everything, I need to let him know that he was never nothing. His feelings were never nothing. As a matter of fact, he’s come to mean everything to me, and I wanted to tell him I was sorry it took me so long to say it.”

Taking a step forward, he stood nearly toe to toe with her. His hair was sticking out at odd angles, his face twisted in thought, hands hanging in fists at his side. “Is that so?”

Reaching out, she placed her hands on his shoulders and she looked up into his eyes, whispering, “I’ve loved you since you let me have all the bites with whipped cream. I was just too scared to admit it.”

She waited when all she wanted to do was pull him closer and bury her face in his neck, inhale his intoxicating scent again and taste his skin. She had said what she needed to say, but it didn’t give her the right to waltz back into his life if that wasn’t what he wanted. “Killian, I—“

Her words were cut off by his abrupt kiss. He grabbed her like he was drowning and she was the only thing that could save him. His chest heaving and lips brutal in their quest. He hitched her up slightly, settling her against the hood of his car. He half leaned over her as he continued to explore every neglected inch of her mouth, every lonely corner of her soul. When he finally broke off his passionate embrace, his breathing was ragged and his voice harsh with emotion. “I have big plans for you and whipped cream, love.”

Laughter filled the inches between them, his forehead resting against hers. Peppering his face with soft kisses, her fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, she teased, “Prove it.”

—

The trail of clothes leading to the bedroom remained untouched for days. They survived the early days of their relationship on pancakes, whipped cream, and borrowed shirts.

Over the years, people asked her when she knew Killian Jones was the one. Her answer was always the same.

At the stroke of midnight.

Every night for the rest of their lives.

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Ghost and Tiso? Maybe about how they became friends?

Depictions of injuries and some sad stuff ahead, but this the longest request to date! Apologies my eyes are bad lol.

Tiso didn’t know what to think when he first laid eyes on the little knight, sitting alone on the sole bench in Dirtmouth. They were one of the strangest beings he had ever saw, with their big white helmet-like head, their weird little nubby body, and the fact they had a nail. How could something this tiny hold a nail? It had to be someone’s lost grub, he was sure of it. There was no way this little squib wasn’t about to be ambushed by some angry parent, furious that they were carrying an actual nail. He waited a moment and looked around, but nobody came.

He supposed someone would come sooner or later, he had a mission after all. He had wandered the wastes since he came of age with just himself and his shield searching for some sort of purpose in life. Sure, he had over time, became a rather competent warrior, but he failed to find challenges that would actually test his mettle. Then, he heard tales of a lost Kingdom where many bugs have gone and never returned. Said Kingdom was rumored to have an arena where one could compete for glory. Tiso had already bested many arenas and moved on, ever searching. If there wasn’t an arena than he could at least look around and recount what he saw.

Maybe here, he’ll find himself, and find a measure of happiness.

His shield felt heavy as he sighed and looked at the well. The Elderbug, kind as could be, had warned him of the dangers below. Bugs sometimes lost their minds, trapped in a dreaming world where they couldn’t remember anything but a bright, burning light. Bugs died from the claws of the infected, most no more than empty husks driven by a malevolent will. The thought horrified Tiso, he had never heard of such a thing. The dead walking? Still, the old bug was serious as he let his old gaze drift around the nearly empty town.

Tiso was inclined to believe him.

So there he was, ready to take the plunge down below and took one last look at the grub sitting on the bench. He happened to catch their eyes, and the little grub straitened up a little. He was surprised to see them leap off and stride toward him quickly, waving their arms.

“What do you want, Squib.” Tiso had no mood to deal with any little kids.

He watched them move their hands out from under their cloak, their tiny paws and equally tiny claws making a flurry of movements. They then stared at him expectantly.

“Uhhh...the fuck was that?” He had no clue what the little grub was doing with their hands. They deflated a little and then brightened, reaching into themselves with a hand and suddenly, they had a little book and a pen.

“...what...did you, did you just reach inside yourself!?” Tiso boggled, the hell was this? What the hell was this kid?

He watched in stunned silence as the little being ignored him to start scribbling quickly, turning over the book once done to display their writing.

“Hello, please be careful down there. It’s dangerous.”

“Ppfft. Nothing dangerous for the likes of me.” Tiso couldn’t help but grin. Aw, how precious, they were worried about him. “I’m a seasoned warrior, I faced a lot and I am sure I can handle myself.”

The being frowned, at least, Tiso thought they did. They tilted their mask in a way to convey some measure of unhappiness and then started writing again. They turned over the book with a flourish once done, the ink smeared a bit in their haste to write it.

“I am also a warrior and there are things down there that can kill you without hesitation. I’ve seen corpses of better armed and armored warriors scattered below. All thought the same that you did. Please be careful.”

Of course Tiso ignored most of the writing to focus on the first part. “Oh, a warrior you say, you know how to use that nail you have there?”

They nodded, shoulders tense as they again, pointed to the part about the dead bodies. Then tapped it.

“Obviously they weren’t as good as me then.”, he huffed. “Say, if you do fancy yourself a warrior, I hear there’s a place for us, an arena of sorts. Maybe we’ll meet up there, and you can show me what you know.” He held up his shield, the metal glinting in the lights of the lumafly lanterns. “That is, if your parents let you, Squib.”

The grub sighed with their whole body, and wrote back to reply.

“I am not a kid. I’m probably older than you.”

Tiso couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Okay, okay, whatever you say. You got a name, little Squib?”

The being rubbed their face for a moment and wrote back. “My name is Ghost. You?”

“Heh, you’re speaking to Tiso! Remember that name, it’ll probably be famous.” He preened a little, slightly disappointing to find that the little Ghost was just staring at him. Once again they presented their scribbles.

“Or I’ll remember it to put on your grave marker.”

Bummer, kid. Tiso at first thought the squib was mocking him. He opened his mouth to call them a little shit, but he took a second look at them. They looked tired and weary. They looked like someone used to hearing bad news. Inside, he felt a little guilty at this. Clearly this thing...Ghost...was genuinely worried about his safety and he went and spit it back in their faces. It seems that foot-in-mouth disease is a reoccurring issue with him.

He sighed. “Look, I know you don’t believe me, but I promise that I know what I’m doing. If things are too bad, I know when to cut my losses and run, alright?”

Ghost brightened up at that and nodded. Tiso snickered to lighten the mood, reaching down to pat them between the horns (something they radiated a scowl at, but said nothing about).

“No worries, if anything, I do wanna see what you can do sometime!”

And with that, Tiso jumped down the well.

---

Well, Tiso should have listened to the little Ghost. Because he had to fight every inch of the way to reach this one stag station. He had learned the name of this wretched section, ‘the Forgotten Crossroads’, and he wished it could be forgotten. He had barely landed on the stonework below when an infected bug lunged out of the darkness, hissing. He had swiftly decapitated it, getting some orange gunk all over his shield. He had wanted to clean it off then and there, but the buzzing sound of vengeflies made him rethink his plan. The feral Tiktiks and Crawlids didn’t give him much trouble, except the time he stepped on one by accident and their spikes hurt like hell. The vengeflies were bastards like usual, screeching as they tried to dive bomb him.

And oh, the aspids. The fucking aspids. How he hated them. He felt so much satisfaction every-time he threw his shield and popped their horrible little glowing abdomens. The only problem was the orange that splashed out burned any exposed bit of chitin he had. Never before, had he been glad to own his armor. He would be extremely happy if he drove those little bastards to extinction. The husks though, were very horrible. Not in a fighting way, in there they were stupid in that they only knew how to run straight at him. He could take their heads off at a distance, shield returning to him with a flash of soul. In the end, he pitied them. They were once bugs, like him, but something had changed, and they became infected. He had been happy to find a hot spring that he could scrub himself and his equipment clean. He didn’t know if he even could be infected, but he decided to err on the side of caution. The orange...goo...he couldn’t call it proper hemolymph, didn’t seem to cause him trouble for now. But still, better safe than sorry. He made camp there for the night, but not only because he didn’t want to get out of the water.

He had braved the crossroads again the next day, ducking under aspids and slaughtering husks until he found the relative safety of the stag station. He sighed and sat on the bench, leaning backwards to rest a spell.

Then came the sound of rumbling. He was instantly alert, shield at the ready and his eyes trained to the tunnel. He expected many things to come out of that tunnel, but he didn’t expect to see little Ghost so soon. The stag they are riding slid to a stop, bending down to let the little warrior off. The stag spoke to him, Tiso didn’t catch what exactly, and watched the warrior wave goodbye as the stag took off down the tunnel again.

They turned and saw him and seemed just as surprised. They bounced a bit in delight and rushed over, waving.

“Hello to you too, little warrior. See? I’m perfectly fine.” Tiso gestured to himself with a grin. “Though I will admit, those aspids suck.”

Ghost nodded rapidly in agreement, going as far as to draw their nail and stomp a little. Tiso laughed.

“No worry, If you’re going up I have thinned their numbers a bit. Seems like having a big gross abdomen makes it easy for someone to cut you down. It’s the perfect target! You can’t miss!”

Again Ghost nodded in agreement. Remembering that he couldn’t understand those weird hand sign things, they took out their journal and pen once more. It was once of those fancy ones that held the ink on the insides but still needed refilling from time to time. They hopped up on the bench to join him, there was plenty of room after all.

“So,” Tiso began, “What have you been up to?”

“I’m trying to figure out a way past the fungal wastes.” They wrote. Tiso could easily look over their shoulder so they didn’t have to keep turning their book around.

“Fungal wastes?”

Ghost chirped, which absolutely did not make Tiso jump a little. They were just, so quiet. They were obviously mute but he didn’t expect them to make sounds. Tiso hid his reaction and watched as they fucking reached inside themselves again and pulled out a map. They opened it up, showing an incomplete map, each section in a different colored ink. Tiso whistled, impressed.

“You did that all on your own?”

They shook their head and wrote out. “Cornifer sells basic maps. I find all the hidden stuff.” They gestured to the various lines on the paper. Some of the ink was newer than others, which meant they back tracked and found new places. They even did little doodles of interesting things they saw. The sheer amount of drawn spikes and thorns make him question just how much fun he’s going to have traversing some of this kingdom.

“That’s still hella impressive for such a little grub.” He teased. He was arrogant, but he could recognize talent. “Maybe if being a warrior doesn’t work out, you could be a map maker in the future.”

Ghost just held their map for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. It looked like they wanted to write something, but passed it up to put on a more cheerful demeanor. “It’s nice you think I’m that good.” They wrote.

“Heh, I can recognize talent. By the way, since you’ve been all over the place, have you figured out where this arena is?”

“I hear that it’s called the ‘Colosseum of Fool’s. It’s somewhere near the City of Tears, I think.” They make sure Tiso read what they wrote before drawing a line with a claw from the stag station where they sit to somewhere east. They had a place marked ‘Crystal Peak’ and ‘Resting Grounds’, so it was probably near those places.

“Thanks, Squib. You probably saved me a lot of walking.”

Ghost innocently pointed to the stag station’s bell.

Tiso shook his head. “Oh no no no, true warriors don’t convenience themselves like that! True warriors make it to where they go on their own efforts alone.”

He was so full of shit and he could tell that Ghost knew. He honestly didn’t’ want to be in any dark, tight spaces. He couldn’t help thinking of the colony he grew up in. How dark and how crowded it was. You couldn’t find a moments peace to yourself and cave ins could happen at any time. How close the walls were to each other. How you never knew when the ground would rumble and stones would start to fall. No sir, he won’t take the stag way.

Ghost gave them the ‘whatever you say’ look before they rolled their map back up and tucked it away again.

“Where the fuck are you putting all that?” Tiso exclaimed as Ghost also put away their book and pen. They only shrugged in response and then gleefully bounced away with a wave goodbye. He heard the patter of little feet, and then the shriek of a vengefly, only to hear the sharp slice of a nail and the silence after.

Hrm...perhaps this was a warrior after all?

Tiso leaned back, determined to rest a little more before continuing his journey. With how big this place is, he wasn’t sure he’d see the little warrior again, and something about that statement saddened him.

---

Tiso had no idea there’d be an entire lake this big in Hallownest. Sure, water in caves was common, it’s how the caves were made after all, but this was something else. He sat on the sand, a campfire crackling softly as a tiktik roasted on a stick. All around him were fossils of shells, creatures long since gone and lost to time. One made for a nice seat and he wondered a bit to whom it may have belonged to. Some water snail, maybe. The water was clean and clear enough that he could take a dip to rinse off the grim of travel and found it most refreshing.

It had taken him a couple days to make his way here. Some paths were blocked off, either to cave ins or rusted closed, so he had to improvise. Moving through the Resting Grounds was eerie. It was full of graves, yeah, but once you fight empty husks for a while, tombstones start loosing their spookiness. There he had run into another stag station and swiftly turned back around. He took another pathway he didn’t try and ended up here, at this lake.

He thought of all the empty houses along the way. He poked inside to take a look here and there and only took things that he needed. The dead weren’t going to use them, he was sure no spirit would begrudge him for taking a few spices or a blanket. It did make for useful places to rest, as he could just shut the doors and windows to keep out husks. But still, he couldn’t help but feel like a trespasser in this dead kingdom.

He mused on this as he poked at the roasting tiktik. It’ll be done soon and then he can eat and continue his journey. A warrior needs their energy after all.

He poked up his antenna as he heard a distant noise over the crackling of the fire. He turned and looked over the lake, watching a white dot in the distance grow steadily closer. Water kicked up around bent air currents as the figure flew just above the surface. When close enough, he spotted the horns.

Oh, it was them. Small world, huh?

Little Ghost seemed to spot him as well. As soon as they reached the beach, they cut off whatever power they were using to run straight at him. They were all waves and ‘smiles’, tilting their head up to look at him in obvious glee.

“Hello, Squib!” Tiso grinned, he wouldn’t admit it but he was glad to see the little bug. “Still in one piece I see?”

They nodded and gestured to himself.

“Yeah, told you I’d be fine!” He took a moment to poke at the tiktik again and caught a flash of light on metal. Little Ghost had drawn their nail and was holding it out for Tiso to see. Oh, it seems like they got a new one, or they fixed up their old one. The other was dull, and this one had a soft pale light to it. Nothing fancy so far, but he could tell it was sharper.

“Nice.” He was impressed. “But I’m a shield guy. I don’t know much about nails other than that you shouldn’t get stabbed by them.”

The little bug ‘laughed’, huffing air in amusement as the reached over and pointed at his shield. They looked at it, and then back at him, titling their head.

“Sure, you can look, but be careful, because it can do this.” He attached his shield to his arm and squeezed his hand just so. There was a click, and the sides of the shield unfolded into blades, a perfect circle of pain. Ghost vibrated in response, the dark eyes within their mask shining brightly in the light of the fire. Tiso grinned and flexed again, withdrawing the blades to make a normal shield again. “And that, is how I deal with aspids. It can also come back when I throw it.”

He wasn’t sure why he was telling this to Ghost. Weren’t they going to fight sooner or later? If so it would be best to hold his cards close to his chest and keep his surprises as surprises. But there was just...something about this bug that made him want to talk about the things he knows. They were paying rapt attention, eyes scanning all the details made in the shield. Bugs that only wielded shields were not very common, he had found, so maybe they just never seen something like the one he has before. Maybe he wanted to be the one to cause the air of wonder and awe in someone else.

Maybe he just wanted a bit of attention that didn’t result in getting bruises.

Ghost touched the shield gently with a paw, feeling the metal a little before they withdrew, satisfied. They nodded their approval and sat down, looking up at him expectantly.

“Oh? What’s this? Do you want tales of how I used this shield?” A giddy happy feeling welled up in his chest as Ghost nodded rapidly. They moved their hands, signing a word he didn’t’ know how to understand. He could figure it either meant ‘thank you’ or ‘please’, either way they were polite. They shuffled and got comfortable and watched Tiso as he began to talk.

Tiso talked for so long that he forgot all about his tiktik.

–

Tiso sat on the bench, the roar of the crowd above him shaking loose the dust on the ceiling. It fell around him in motes of light reflected from the fires in the pit. There were other warriors there too, waiting their turn to engage in the carnage above. So this was the Colosseum of Fools. A crowded arena where a corpse sat as the seat of honor, empty gaze watching as the combatants did their damndest to kill each other. Geo was rapidly exchanged between hands as fighters either won, yielded, or died. Most died, but so it was in the way of the arena. He had taken time to watch to get a scope of what he was dealing with and concluded that the bugs in this kingdom were fucking insane. He was not used to this style of games, but he supposed he’d have to learn. He met the little fool chained up and dangling from the ceiling. He paid his fee and waited for his turn in the pit. There was a shriek above, and something big slamming into the ground. He imagined that he could expect to fight more beasts than warriors.

What he was not expecting, was little Ghost to jump down into the pit.

“Hey, you made it!” Tiso couldn’t help but exclaim as Ghost ran over to climb on the bench as well. “This is the place for us, I can feel it. There’s finally a challenge for me here.”

Ghost nodded, and in a flash held their journal and pen. “Are you doing the trials?”

He snorted, “Of course I am, and you?”

“Not yet, just exploring.”

“Hey what, are you afraid of being paired against me?” Tiso tugged his hood a little, smoothing down his antenna to try and stifle the intense smell of infected hemolymph. For a moment, he felt a flash of relief at Ghost’s prior statement. He didn’t quite believe that this bug was an adult, but they seemed to be a good sort. Did they really need to do this, taint their soul with battle just for the glory of it? For a bug like Tiso, he was okay with it. He was okay with it ever since he found himself alone with only a shield to protect him and bad memories to keep him company. He had to get tough, but did this little being who asked him for stories really need to get tough?

They shook their head as their shoulders shook with mirth. “No, I have things I have to do. I’ll fight you later and I’ll make you the one scared.” Their shoulders kept shaking, so Tiso assumed this was all said in jest.

“Bold words from a little shit.” Tiso was interested in seeing just what they can do, but later in a spar. Away from a place like this. This wasn’t a place for them.

They nearly rolled over, chirping in laughter and getting strange looks from the other waiting combatants.

Tiso rounded on them. “Mind your fucking business.” He snarled, and the combatants averted their gaze to go back to polishing their weapons. Good.

Ghost took a few deep breaths to calm themselves down. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“Sometimes you gottah be mean.” Tiso countered. “If they tried to throw you out or something, I would have cut off any limb that touched you.”

Woah, where did that thought come from?

Ghost looked at Tiso for a moment, really looking at him. Tiso felt like those eyes could see into his very soul and he suppressed a shudder. Ghost looked back to their book and wrote again.

“Why?”

Tiso gulped, time to bullshit and fast. “Well, because we were practically destined to battle each other. Hell, we keep running into each other in this dead fucking kingdom. What are the odds of that? What are the odds of both of us, meeting multiple times, and then meeting up here? It’s destiny!”

They tilted their head.

“If we are going to have a proper spar, none of us can get hurt before then. We have to be at 100%, right? So I won’t let anyone lay a claw on you until then.” There, nailed it.

They nodded and tapped their pen against the bottom of their mask in thought. They took a while to write, in which Tiso glanced around to make sure the other combatants weren’t about to get bored and try to pick a fight. Finally, they tapped his arm and showed him what they wrote.

“I understand. That means you have to promise to be okay until then.” They gestured above as more dust shook loose and rained down in a shower of gray. The crowd roared again, along with the sounds of something big screaming.

“Sure, I can do that. If I break my promise I’ll give you five thousand geo.” This was a prop bet for sure. He didn’t have that kinda money yet, he’d have to earn it in the arena. But he was confident in his abilities, he would be fine and he’d be able to take off time to have a proper spar with his little companion friend buddy fellow warrior.

They nodded and held out their hand, which he took and shook. Gods, they had such little paws. “Good doing business with ya, Squib.”

They did their odd version of ‘smiling’ again. “I got to go, gonna try and go up more.”

“Good luck with that.” Tiso watched them put away their book, and with a hop, skip, and a jump, vanished up the pit. He had time now, to sit and sort out his feelings. He had that weird ‘big brother’ urge, and it wasn’t because they were so small. Nah, this person listened to him and liked him. He figured he can try and do the same.

---

Tiso was in a world of hurt, agony seeped into the broken crack in his chest. Hemolymph kept flooding his lungs and dripping out the corners of his mandibles. There was a fog around him in his mind, his barely open eyes blurry and seeing only smudges of green and blue. Flecks of white occasionally crossed his eyes before vanishing again. He had long since given up on trying to move, each pull of muscle only made the hemolymph flow faster. He struggled to recall what was happening as the pain moved in and out, like it was happening to someone else.

Breathe in. Breath out. Breathe in. Breath out.

The only thing he can do was just lay there and breathe wetly. Each breath he had to mentally will and it took up all other functions for now. He had no mental power to spare on anything else, so when a bigger fleck of white took up his vision and didn’t leave, he had no clue what to make of it. What the hell? He took a breath, momentary forgetting too when he pondered the white. A cough tore into his chest and he could feel the broken edges of chitin rubbing together. Something was touching him. Something was trying to get his attention, but he couldn’t spare the thought.

Breathe in. Breath out. Breathe in. Breath out.

The white vanished suddenly and Tiso found himself unable to bring himself to care or wonder about it. He had to keep breathing. Something deep and hot within himself had refused to give up. He had something to do that was very important and he couldn’t miss it. He wouldn’t. The weight of his shield was his only current comfort. Just as suddenly, the white appeared again, with a flash of red and gray. He peered at the smudges as distant sounds tickled his antenna. Was he underwater? Why couldn’t he understand them? A flash of pain and suddenly his world twisted. Colors spun around and around and it made it hard to concentrate on breathing. More sounds. More pain.

Breathe in. Breath out.

Breathe in. Brea-

It seemed like only a second and he was consumed in fire. A burning ache spread over himself as he saw only darkness. The darkness and a shriek as round orange pustules throbbed and vibrated. The sickening sound of hot fluids spilling and the nasty pop as pustules burst in a shower of gore. He was there. He had his shield, as a giant thing of teeth and screams jumped into the arena. He could barely raise his shield and then there was so much pain.

Trapped. Trapped like the fallen tunnels as the air got stale and lungs burned. Instead of the cries of the dying there was the roar of a crowd.

Take my breath, his sister had said. A little tiny thing with a tiny heart. A stone had hit her. The cave was too crowded and there wasn’t enough air. She was dying. Tiso couldn’t move the stone or she’d die faster.

Take my breath, she said. Then she breathed no more.

She always wanted to be a warrior.

She wanted to help people.

She never got to grow up.

You wasted her breath, the mawlurk shrieked as it fell toward him. You wasted it. You wasted it to die like a Fool!

Then was falling and falling and falling and falling an-

He felt cool hand in his, so tiny and small. They held on tight and Tiso stopped falling.

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Tiso cracked his eyes open, still blurry and still in pain. He felt odd. The pain was there, but a large portion seemed locked away, just barely felt on the surface. He felt a hand in his, and with a colossal effort he managed to tilt his head to the side.

He was in some hut, on a bed, and holding his hand was the little Ghost. They must have felt the movement, because their head snapped around and looked on his eyes. A rapid flash of emotions, anger, grief, relief, joy, and others he didn’t have the ability to process, cycled through their very being. His hand was gripped with both paws now and a dribble of black welled up in their eyes to drip down their mask. Tiso wanted to say something, but it was taking a bit to remember how to do so. A large shadow fell over him, and he instinctively turned his head up to look.

Standing over him was an enormous beetle with a nail the size of Tiso himself. They looked down disappointingly at him.

“You must be Tiso, eh?”

He could only nod in response.

“You have to be the luckiest bastard in this whole dead kingdom.” The beetle moved over to a table, clinking glasses together and pouring some liquid. “You landed in just the right spot for Ghost to find you and close enough for me to come get you.”

He returned and handed a glass of water to Tiso, waiting for him to grip it before letting go. “I am Nailmaster Oro and you are here because my pupil insisted. You are going to be bed ridden for a while. Be glad I am more patient than my brothers, because after a whole week of putting you back together, I’m going to be glad when you leave.”

Tiso gratefully took the water and sucked it down, letting the liquid cool his dry throat. Once hydrated, he looked down to the ocean of bandages covering his front and one of his arms. His shield lay tilted against the bed, in arms reach. A whole week was gone, just like that. Oro must have felt the questions in his mind, because be continued to talk.

“You nearly got crushed to death, you goddamn idiot.” Oro tutted, looking over the bandages with the bedside manor of a primal aspid. “The Colosseum of Fools is just that, a collection of fools looking to die for no good reason.”

Tiso opened his mandibles to retort but only managed a wheeze. His lungs felt particularly awful and Ghost patted their hand in sympathy. Ghost let go just long enough to run over to Oro, tugging on his cloak. Once Oro bent down, Ghost gently embraced as much as he could, which wasn’t a lot. He saw Oro sigh with the tiniest glimpse of affection, before roughly patting them on the head. He glanced back to Tiso, and scowled when he realized that the ant saw the whole thing. Ghost stepped back to return to Tiso, taking his hand again.

“You’ll be okay after a bit of healing and time in the hot springs.” Oro went to squat by the fire, stirring something that smelled wonderful in a pot. “But I hope you found what was so damn important up in the coliseum.

Yes, Tiso thought to himself, I did find something. He looked at Ghost in a new light, and smiled as best as he could. They couldn’t replace her, but maybe, he could learn to not be a colossal fuck up. Maybe in that way, he can be okay with himself.

Ghost patted Tiso again for a bit and then reached in their ‘whatever’ space to pull out a pre-written piece of paper. Seeing what was written on it made Tiso almost want to take back everything he had just thought.

“You owe me 5000 geo.”

#hollow knight #fanfiction #tiso #ghost #nailmaster oro #tw: injury #tw: suffocation #found family #the knight #big brother tiso #tiso doing tiso things #ghost adopts yet another random bug #tiso is a dudebro #Anonymous #my writing

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depressedacadamia · 3 years ago

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Who... are you?

Prompt + pairing: Science fiction Au, ‘Amnesia’ + Achilles & Patroclus

A/N: Time for angst! I'm actually quite liking this genre so prepare yourself for some Angst from our favourite boi's from the Trojan War. I'm gifting this to @ddepressedbookworm because EVERYONE NEEDS A SUPERFAN LIKE SHAN. Enjoy and please comment.<3 from me!

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“Where… where am I?” His voice rang out into the empty white room. Where was he? The last thing he recalled was an explosion, the sound of his gun firing into a void and clash of the spaceships.

“Patroclus? You’re okay. Your ship collided with an enemy ship whom you were raiding. You were the commander but unfortunately, only you survived the crash- well to our knowledge. We’re not sure if any enemies survived,” A nurse in a white uniform informed him.

He raised his hand to his head, feeling a small sting. Gently, he pressed down and when he pulled away, he saw what looked like little bugs. Immediately, his hand flew away.

The nurse gave a small laugh. “Oh don’t worry about them. The nanaomites and bots are there to heal the injury. You seem to have injured your head pretty severely but hopefully, they can fix up the wound. You may have mild amnesia.”

His breathing began to quicken. “ So… so-so you’re telling me there are little mites- bots- whatever, inside my head? What in the name of Zeus? How did I… I don’t know what’s going on. What’s happened?”

The nurse gave a slight frown before quickly changing her expression into a soft smile, as to reassure her patient. She signed for him- give me a second before leaving Patrocles alone in the room.

What in the name of Hades was going on? Spaceship- Collision? Commander? Was this some sort of war?

“Patroclus! Have you seen Commander Patroclus? Where is he? I need to see him!” A frantic voice called out. His ears perked up at the voice that felt somewhat familiar to him. He was meant to recognise this voice- right?

A man with beautiful glowing blond hair came in. His eyes, that gleamed like stars, showed nothing but concern and It almost made Patroclus blush to the very tip of his ears and nose that he may be the reason that the stunning man was worried.

“Patroclus!” Suddenly, strong arms embraced him, a familiar nose buried in the crook of his neck. He could feel the hot breath raising goosebumps on his shoulders and suddenly he saw a flash in his brain- The same moment…. But somewhere else.

He was meant to know this person. So why did he feel just as foriegn as everything else?

Finally, the blond haired man raised his head and his hands came round to softly cradle Patroclus’ face. The pads of his fingers gently brushed over the injury, where the nanomites were busy, working to heal the wound.

“Are you okay?” -Were the words that were whispered so close to his mouth, they might as well have locked lips and been breathing the same air. Patroclus lifted his hand to stroke the long blond hair gently. He did not know why he did so, but the movement felt familiar- like home. This man infront of him felt like home.

“I- I… I’m fine…” His voice failed him as he only managed to let out a small squeak. The weary tone did not go unnoticed by who he supposed was his lover.

“Are you sure?” He coupled this question with a brush of his lips over his nose. “You can tell me.”

“I- I…” Patroclus struggled to find the words to explain. Why was this hard for him? He didn’t even remember who this was! What was stopping him?

But it seemed the man before him was patient as he was gorgeous and so, he sat there with a soft smile gracing his lips and the small knit of his brow, showing a sliver of concern.

“Who are you?”

His features froze.

“Sorry?”

“Who…. Do I know you?”

The blond man sat up, raising himself to sit next to Patroluces on the bed. His hands desperately- almost frantic- cradled Patroclus ' face again, this time forcing themselves to stare each other in the eye.

“It’s me, Achilles.”

“A..chi...lles.” Patrcolus tried out the word slowly on his tongue as if it were completely foriegn. Oh, how they both prayed the name alone could fix this! How Achilles' eyes dazed in Patroclus, begging him to open up his memories to him. How Patroclus felt when he could do nothing, not even open the door behind his mind!

“It’s me! Remember- when we ambushed them with our trap? And...and, and when I was homesick so you showed me some of the constellations and how much closer they were when we first took off into space! Or the first time we…”

“...Kissed?” Patroclus finished off the sentence, hoping the word would be correct.

“You remember?” Achilles' voice had hope so great, I -as the author- fear that some of it may have been entirely false.

“I… I can’t… I can’t remember anything. I should know you, shouldn’t I? Your-” His hands went out to trace Achilles lips- “Lips seem familiar, like I’ve kissed them before. And your hair-” His hands moved to stroke the soft locks- “I feel like I’ve played with this. Or perhaps recommend that you cut this.”

Achilles let out a sorrowful laugh that for some reason made Patrocles' heart twist.

“And your eyes…” He gazed into the pools of mystery and sorrow and hope. “ I feel I may have, at some point, stared into these and thought I love your eyes as I love the stars.”

Achilles could feel tears streaming down his face, and for some reason, unbeknownst or not, Patroclus felt the immense urge to reach his hand out and brush them off.

“And maybe, just maybe, at some point, I held you and thought I love you as I love you for there is no comparison greater than my love for you.”

Tears coated Patroclus ' hand and stained Achilles face, who seemed paralysed. He could neither nod nor shake his head as he stared at the man whom he had loved so deeply he thought that they had been connected on a spiritual level.

“ And now… what do you see when you look at me?” Achilles' voice was small- almost pathetic- as he gripped the hand of his companion.

Patroclus pulled his hand away. “I’m afraid, I don’t know you at all, Sir.”

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 4 years ago

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Avatar Zuko Rewrite

Pairings: Zukka (pre-romantic, unrequited)

Word Count: 1,046 Words

Summary: The Avatar Team finally are leaving the Southern Air Temple and are set out for Kyoshi Island to calm down after a few long days spent training. It definitely calms nobody down.

Warnings: Kidnapping Mention, Weapon Mention, Fainting Mention, Anxiety Mention, Nausea Mention, Half Blind Character, let me know if I should tag something else.

Chapter 11

After Lee's big scare, they'd left the Southern Air Temple and had passed over the first massive chunk of the Earth Kingdom. Lee looked bashful every time he looked at Sokka since he'd woken up.

Granted, Lee woke up in Sokka's arms, pressed against his chest and had been told he'd worried everyone. Lee had been bashful ever since and had barely spoken to Sokka.

Lee was sewing Sokka's pants and it seemed Katara was still snickering at how red Lee's face was from offering him to sew Sokka's pants and Aang was trying to show Lee a marble trick with airbending. The other airbender didn't look up from his task.

"Don't bug him, Airhead. Leave the girls to their sewing, Aang." Lee's eyes narrowed at him.

"I'm not a girl. I can sew because my uncle taught me useful skills. Unlike you, I can make my own clothes." Lee chastised him. Oh Spirits, he was still hot when he was mad.

"L-Like I said, girls are better at fixing pants than guys. And guys are better at hunting and fighting and stuff like that. It's just the natural order." Sokka immediately rambled out.

"Hey, Sokka. I'm done with your pants." Lee cut the string off with his dagger and threw the unfinished pants at him. Almost comedically, they landed on his face and he could hear Katara laughing. He pulled them off his face to see Katara patting Lee's shoulder proudly.

"I was just kidding! I can't wear these! Lee, please!" He begged.

"Relax Sokka. Where we're going you don't need any pants." Aang told the Water Tribe boy. An island came into view and they landed on the beach. Sokka stared at the elephant-koi a bit shocked and he could see Lee was smiling as though they weren't much big of a deal.

"I'm gonna ride them. You've gotta watch me." Aang looked pointedly at Katara and dove into the water to swim out to the elephant-koi. Lee was walking with Momo, feeding him berries and nuts that the two found. Then Sokka lost sight of him as the two journeyed through the trees, Lee giggling as Momo threw berries at him to catch.

Then the laughing ceased and Sokka looked around in concern for him. Katara was yelling at Aang to get out of the water, which drew his attention, just barely, off Lee. Aang ended up tackling him into a tree as he ran over the water back to the beach.

"What was that thing!?" Katara asked as Aang got off him, muttering an apology, and began putting his clothes on.

"I don't know!" Aang chipped in.

"Well, let's not stick around to find out. Time to hit the road." He told them. He cupped his hands around his mouth while turning back toward the trees. "Lee, we're leaving! Come on!" Then he felt his eyes covered and hands pulled quickly behind his back and tied there. He struggled as people led him to a pole and tied him to it.

"You four have some explaining to do." Came a man's voice.

"Answer all our questions! Or we'll throw you back in with the Unagi!" Came a woman's voice.

"Show yourselves, cowards!" Sokka could practically feel Lee boring holes into his head at his blatant disregard for safety in the face of danger. But it got his blindfold taken off, to that was a plus, maybe. It was a group of girls with one man, all the girls were in green armor with makeup on as well but the man wasn’t. “Who are you? Where are the men who ambushed us?” He asked and then he felt Lee elbow him.

“Shut up, Sokka.” Lee’s voice seemed to falter and hitch with breath and he looked over at the airbender, he could see two women holding a spear to his throat, the tip pressing against his throat. But that wasn’t what shocked him. It was the way he looked scared, body seeming to shake with the lack of sight.

Sokka forced his arm to move in the bindings and grab Lee's hand, holding it with his own. Lee couldn’t move his head. Sokka didn’t answer the girl talking to him. He was busy with Lee. Lee was scared. He couldn’t be bothered to deal with anyone while Lee was so distraught.

“It’s my fault we came here. I wanted to ride the elephant-koi.” Aang told them. Finally, the girl in front of Sokka pulled off Lee’s blindfold and the raven didn’t move even as she pulled the spear-holders back away from him. His eyes looked dazed, moving too frequently to look directly anywhere. They were also glazed with fear and tears, so much so that Sokka felt as though it was because of his father and years of abuse.

“How are we supposed to believe you?” She asked, face clearly angry they’d brought a possible firebender. But she also seemed to falter as Zuko seemed to look past her, not giving any reaction that she was actually there.

“He’s not a firebender.” Sokka told her.

“Oh yeah!?” She snapped.

“Not being mean or anything. He’s an airbender.” Sokka told her.

“Yeah right.” Lee’s eyes finally seemed to focus and suddenly the few warriors were blown back, the binds cut and Lee collapsed onto the ground. Sokka hauled him up.

“Sorry! He gets anxious!” Aang explained, coming between Sokka and Lee and the warrior.

“It’s seeable. And, seeing as you’re both airbenders, if you'd like, you could stay here the night to rest. Or however long you both need.” She bowed her head to the two airbenders and Sokka breathed a relieved sigh as Katara came and bended water around her hand, pressing it to Lee’s forehead and waking him up.

He came to slowly and leaned against Sokka as Katara and Aang talked to the warrior that had taken off the blindfold. They were allowed to stay for now, which was good, Lee needed time to recover again. Just the thought of Lee needing to recover again made Sokka nauseous.

Defending himself seemed such an easy task, yet Lee was collapsing nearly every time. Maybe he was just not built to fight, but it worried Sokka. They couldn't have Lee collapsing near constantly.

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itsmoonphobic · 4 years ago

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𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. ☾︎

𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡!: 𝑀𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟,𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.

-> For my friends [a group of losers :)] Thank you,it's been a hell of a run,but all good things must come to an end one day. I will come visit soon,until then: I'll be lurking somewhere in the shadows. ☁️

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓,𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒏." ❥︎

moon's time on mcytblr election server: 10/12/2020 - 05/17/2021 ❣︎

He felt cold.It had been so long since he felt this cold.His head was clouded,throbbing with regret and guilt of the things he said.It felt like somebody was constantly ripping his mind apart,putting it back together and taking it apart all over again.His hands shook, pale fingertips tracing his black gloves aimlessly and blue eyes shining brightly under the dark indigo sky. Moon ruffled his wings,cupping his back with the furred leather in an attempt to comfort himself and calm down his beating heart. The hollow bones hummed,crisp wind gliding over their shells and further cold nestling into his veins. No clouds were on the canvas above him,only little shimmering freckles splattered across the deep colored tarp. Moon cocked his head to the side,observant orbs gliding over the stretching landscape ahead of him. The tavern was close now,the phantom hybrid could pick up the faint chatter of people,gentle strumming of guitars,and soft ballads. The lights of houses,vibrant mosaic windows of the church he remembered visiting as a child. Moon breathed deeply,closing his eyes and nuzzling his face further into the black mask covering his nose.

His thoughts continue to buzz. He missed them. He hurt them. The young hybrid would never forgive himself for making his family and friends cry,no matter how many times they reassured him they weren't upset. Was he being selfish? He shook his head, black hair messily falling over his eyes,he brushed the strands away with the back of his hand. Teeth gritting and nose scrunching up in the process,his hair was a disaster - just like the rest of him. The assassin sighed,dropping his shoulders and retracting his wings under his black robe. They felt heavy,he didn't want to fly tonight,flying was considered a award and Moon definitely didn't deserve one after what he did tonight.The black haired hybrid rubbed at his eyes tiredly,everything felt wrong.His ears perked up at the far dong of the city bells,it ringed too loud for his liking. His sensitive senses were overwhelmed by every little noise surrounding him. Bugs and mice crawling over the moist grass under him,bubbling brooks and croaking frogs sitting by the flowing water of the river close by.

Moon clasped his hands over his pointed ears,taking a moment to calm himself and cool down. He couldn't keep this behavior up,it was unnatural for him to act like this - act so vulnerable. He hated this side of him,he wanted to cut it off with one of his blades, throw it away and never have to experience it again. Though,like most things are in life,it wasn't that simple. He would pull his knees to his chest,curl his tail around them,drape his wings over his shoulders and turn into a ball of his own fears and worries. Moon dropped his hands down abruptly,eyes filling up with tears and glazing over his blue eyes. Near. Near would hug him. They would open their arms and wait for Moon to accept their embrace himself,not wanting to push the unstable hybrid further by ambushing him with physical affection. Moon's lips quirked up - the motion so small that not even he himself seemed to catch up to it. He will miss that. He will miss it alot.

Moon cracked his neck,straightened his back and rolled his wrists. He needed to keep moving for tonight,he knew a place he could spend the night and in reality it didn't matter when he would arrive there,but his head is pounding and his thighs are aching. He just wanted to eat,drink some hot beverage and sleep. He slid his tounge over his canines,propping his hands on his knees and jumping off of the branch he was settled on. His black combat boots landed soundlessly on the furry moss,it felt nice. After a moment of processing and calculating the route that would lead him to the tavern the fastest,the hybrid was on his feet and running away into the night - his slender form blending perfectly into the shadows.

•

To say Moon was happy to be in the town center again would be a big fucking lie. It was loud,crowded and the smells were intense. Being a ghost story amongst the lands was making his problems only worse,he couldn't stroll carelessly down the brick concrete path,he needed to hide. His black hood covered his head,a shadow casted over his face and keeping him anonymous to the world. He watched the people casually,pings of jealousy climbing along his brain like wines on trees. Little kids were dragging their friends along,enthusiastic hands grabbing eachother's limbs.Their laughter and giggles filled his ears and his eyes furrowed in annoyance.The image of Violet and Rib popped up in his head. Two overly irritating brats that only seemed to get on Moon's nerves whenever he arrived at the guild. Yet the hybrid smirked fondly,he adored the two like his own siblings and would kill anyone who even dared to look at the them the wrong way. It sparked a flame of protectiveness in him that Moon never knew he could have over a pair of bothersome kids.

Moon's head peeked up behind the alleyway,his eyes cold. He scanned the crowd,spotting the tucked away motel in a corner. It wasn't far now,he just needed to successfully navigate his way though the ocean of people. The assasin pushed his back away from uncomfortable surface behind him and looked at it with disgust,middle finger flying up. Moon's hands pulled his hood down futher,extra precautions to keep himself safe. With one final sigh of uncertainty the hybrid collected all of his confidence that seemed to dissapear under all the stress,and headed towards the oak wooden doors. Focusing perfectly still,trying his hardest not to pry his eyes away from his goal and get distracted by the shiny jewelry and crystals being sold all around him. Kiosks lined the streets,both sides filled with diverted goodies that he just wanted to touch and maybe even slip them into his pockets unknowingly.

He had money,golden coins and silver medals. But the thrill of stealing was just so much more fulfilling. He knew it was morally wrong,blinking away the fact that he was a trained killer,but it didn't bother him in the slightest,Moon stopped thinking about morals a long time ago.He shook his head once again,stomach growling loudly under piles of felt and cloth. He cringed,grabbing his belly irritatingly - a pathetic attempt to stop his hunger.His throat burned,a dry wasteland dancing over his tounge. Thankfully Moon made his way over to his sanctuary for the night without problems. His feet stopped automatically infront of the small timber doors leading into the pub,cracks and ripped bark decorated the pale wood. The phantom hybrid pushed against the doors lightly,opening them in a swift motion.

Immediately the smell of cheese,dried ham,honey and bread filled his nostrils. Rum and beer,wine and herbal teas. Smoked salmon pomegranate and roasted oranges. He picked up many fragrances. And he enjoyed them to the fullest, some were stronger than others but he couldn't deny they were pleasant. Bright eyes inspected the large citadel.Dark spruce tables and chairs,cussions made of cotton,soft wool and silk. His fingers twitched,he knew they were soft,he wanted to lay his head on them and breathe in the smell of lavender and mothballs. An image flashed again. Goose used to give him scented candles to help him fall asleep. They were nice to him,they always helped around the guild. He would give them lettuce and greens in return as a thank you.Moon pushed them aside,he needed to focus on the task at hand,getting his hands on some proper food to satisfy his empty stomach.

He dragged his feet across the dirty floor,boards creaking loudly under his heavy steps.The sound attracting curious faces. Silence overtook the room slowly,the sound awfully loud. Moon didn't react,he knew they were directed at him. He could feel more and more sets of eyes settle on his form,unnerving shivers traveling along his spine. His wings shuffled quickly - defense mechanism. Puzzled murmurs filled the space of the bar,the people clearly confused about the mysterious stranger. Moon was pretty sure he looked like death itself at the moment,dark clothes covering his body,knives rattling threateningly,face completely redacted. He didn't spare any of them a glance,knowing how they would react. Fear and commotion was the last thing he wanted to cause with his presence.

'For the love of god I just want to eat some fuckin' food in peace'

With long but slow strides Moon made his way over to the bar. His thoughts from earlier in the forest slowly creepin back into his brain and biting at his cold pricked skin. Goosebumps tenderly rose over his arms and collarbone,he felt them tingle. It almost made him stop in his tracks but he kept pushing his tired feet towards the chair. He gripped the smooth wooden object rougher than intended and a soft 'sorry' brushed past his lips. The bartender stiffened,eyes widening for a brief second before collecting herself again. Moon eyed her carefully under his hood. Her skin was peachy tanned,blonde curly hair pulled up in a simple bun,eyes the color of his birth stone,Peridot. She didn't seem to catch his piercing eyes,instead shakingly grabbing one of the clean glasses and drying them off. Her back was turned to him,but he easily noticed the way she would throw a sneaky look at him over her shoulder. He took in her white dress,spiraling designs flowing over her waist,colorful flowers sprawled down her chest.

Moon breathed. It was hard,exhausting just to take a small huff of air and release it again. He kept the warm air inside longer than expected and huffed it out tardily. His head was still hurting like a bitch,like somebody breaking his shull open with their bare fists. Another imagine crossed his mind. The cozy atmosphere and smells of the motel made him recall buried memories,times when he felt warm and safe. The hybrid dropped his head tiredly,rubbing his face exhaustingly.He pulled at his mask warily,giving it a second thought before finally deciding on not caring any longer. He needed to relax,needed to feel human. His hood stayed up. Songs started playing again in the background,the aura in the pub returning to the one he felt when he entered through the doors.

It was nice. He would occasionally pick up on a few cautious looks but his body was too tired to react. His elbow rested on the desk infront of him,his other hand flying to his knife holder instinctively. Empty. He fumbled with the holsters hastily,sharp blades touching his exposed fingers,but one spot -his favorite spot- was empty. Where the fu- oh.

<- memory lane ->

"Vibes."

The owner of the name looked at the black haired assassin expectedly. Their big grey eyes lightning up with curiosity,soft dimples sneaking onto their face. Moon smiled fondly at his friend, tenderly taking their hand in his - never breaking eye contact. Vibes watched cautiously as the hybrid reached towards his ribs, guiding his gloved hand towards his knife holders. Vibes gasped, breath cutting short as they observed what Moon was holding out towards them. Soft yet fond whispers were heard behind them,yet both of them chose to ignore them and focus on the special moment being shared between them.

"I need you to take care of something very important for me while I'm gone okay?"

The silver blade reflected gleamingly under the torches and chandelier of the guild citadel. Sharp edges and curved points. Tiny,barely visible if not payed enough attention to,engraved lettering on the shiny metal.

Simon.

Vibes' eyes glanced up at Moon contentedly,their grin further widening as the realization finally fully hit them. The masked assasin flicked their forehead playfully,Vibes letting out a small 'oof' at the impact of Moon's slender finger against their skin.The phantom hybrid smirked teasingly,ruffling their hair warmly.His ego tugging harshly at his heart strings in the process. He pushed the feeling far away,concentrating on making his last visit a memorable one. His lips returned to their usual bored line,sharp canines peaking over ever so slightly.

Vibes stopped messaging their now reddened skin and patiently waited for Moon to continue. Said hybrid once again held out his palm,this time however the blade was weightlessly resting upon it. Unsure hands reached out towards the sharp weapon,grey eyes beaming up at the phantom. Moon understood the wordless question: 'Are you sure about this?'

"Go ahead."

Moon couldn't help it,for the hundredth time that night he smiled. He watched as Vibes dragged their finger pads,nails and palms over the knife. Taking in the weapon from every angle in awe.They stopped their movements,locking eyes with Moon once again:

"I'll take good care of him!"

Moon rested his hand on their shoulder,their marigold hoodie crinkling under its weight. He breathed.

"He's in good hands."

<- end of memory lane ->

Right. He gave Simon to Vibes. Moon once again couldn't help but feel the threat of a smile ghost over his lips - Vibes. They were a good friend,somebody he got along with from the moment he joined their little group. His trust in them grew over the months, everyone probably saw it coming that Simon would end up theirs.

"Moon?"

The hybrid's eyes shot up,a little too fast to be considered normal, at the mention of his name. Hands flying to grip his knives and wings threatening to escape under his robes. The moment he caught the female's eyes he stopped in his tracks.

Des.

He relaxed,falling back into his chair. He calmed down the rushing of blood in his ears,head thundering at the combination. His pale eyes watched as the giddy female propped both of her elbows down on the wooden bar table and she comfortably rested her chin on her crossed hands. Her brown hair was disheveled,soft hazel eyes searching for his blue ones. Her freckles dotted over her milky skin as always,a big contrast to his paper white color.She wore her simple white button up,few of them popped open to expose he collarbone,denim overalls keeping it in place.The last time Moon saw her she wore the exact same outfit and the hybrid really started to think that she either didn't own any other ones or that it was simply put her favorite.

She reminded him of Clove. He missed them the most- the two of them had their fair share of memories and even though they still send eachother letters every day,he misses their personal conversations. He left only a few hours ago but it felt like he was gone for months,years,decades. Clove was nice. Moon's eyes filled with a thin cover of salty tears,blinking them away swiftly before they could spill over. Clove and him used to go on walks together, they would talk about all the stupid and useless shit that came to mind,he liked their company.

They would bail him out of time out and sometimes even drag his ass in there themselves.He breathed.

"My,my - look what the cat dragged in." Des didn't even make any effort to hide her surprised and teasing tone while she threw her question at him.Moon shifted slightly in his seat,wings lowering back to their natural pressed form.He slid his mask off of his face, blinking dull up at her. She noticed his unsure movements. Not wanting to further rile him up,Des dropped the joking manner and instead happily asked him what he wanted to order.

"The usual please."

Des smiled,nodding her head at him sharply before turning away and beginning to prepare him his food and drink. Caramel glazed aprikot cheesecake and Strawberry citrus tea,Moon's favorite.The young hybrid had found his way into her hub for many years now and she knew him like the back of her hand. He used to arrive regularly,once or twice a week. She knew the assassin wasn't really able to settle down without bounty hunters being on his tail and searching the whole town when people would say they spotted the infamous 'Nighchaser' running through the streets. But things changed when Moon only started arriving once per month,his attitude along with his hair being well taken care of. She had asked him where he spent his time and he always replied the same:

"With a group of morons."

Des knew,of course she did. She knew the young hybrid found a place where he actually liked going back to,she figured he had people waiting for him back there,somewhere. Time passed and she watched him grow up,bringing back more and more stories from this mysterious place where he stayed at and introducing her to new people everytime he stopped by on his travels. He grew on her and Des knew that whoever those people were,they made Moon feel happy and that's what mattered the most.

Her hands gripped the porcelain plate gingerly,petite hands cartying the sweet goodness over to the tired assassin. She noticed his dark bags the moment he placed down his mask.They were a stark contrast to the color of his skin,ghostly pale. She didn't comment on it,she simply placed down his meal and watched as he stared at it hungrily. Moon gave a low hum of appreciation and started to dig into his food.

•

"So", Des started,Moon watched as she washed off the last of his dirty dishes and placed them organized on the counter above her, "where are you heading to this time?" Moon glanced at his hands, his thumbs twirling around eachother,fidgeting quickly while he thought about his answer.

"I don't know." He had told her truthfully,shoulders shrugging. Becouse honestly? He really had no clue where to go from here. His decision to move on and explore the world by himself was abrupt and sudden but he knew it was right,he knew his friends and family weren't mad at him but he was still angry at himself for leaving them behind. He loved them but he also knew he had to take care of himself. He wanted to scream,cry and rip his hair out becouse he felt like absolute shit. All of his worries and guilt that were lingering at the back of his head now came rushing in and they uncomfortably sat atop of his shoulders. He just wanted to sleep and let the darkness consume him so he could shut off everything around him.He breathed.

He missed them alot. Fox,even if he wanted to bash their head in most of the time made him smile. Dis,his grandma was a kind soul, she was always nice to him even if she did get on his nerves. He knew many people,he still knows them and he will keep it that way till the day he dies,he will carry their names in his head into his grave. Moon shuddered a breath,slowly getting up from his chair, interrupting Des before she could question him further:

"I'll head off for tonight,thanks for the food." With a small wave of his hand,Moon grabbed his bag and climed up the staircase, red rugs removing any trace he stepped on them , where he knew a soft bed filled with blankets and warm milk with honeycomb waited for him.

"Anytime little one." Des smiled.

•

Dropelts of water fell from his hair,the smell of tulips and eucalyptus danced in the air,flushing delicately against his torso. The room was quiet,windows wide open letting him hear the hushed howls of wolves and crickets chirping,moths gliding with the cool summer wind.Moon tangled his hands into his wet hair, fingers untangling his wild locks.His eyes closed as he slowly massaged his scapl,nails ever so slightly scratching the sensitive skin on his head.He had changed his clothes,neatly piling them up on the rocking chair in the far left corner of the small room. His tail swung carelessly behind him,the bones rattling against the wooden floor. He hid away his wings,laying his bare back against the soft,fresh bed covers. Blankets and pillows drowning him in the best way possible. He sighed contently,looking out towards the clear sky and resting his gaze on the moon.

In that moment the phantom hybrid smiled,a tear slipping quietly down his cheek. His hand came up to brush it away - but they kept coming back no matter how many times he wiped them off. The assasin draped the covers over his chest,muscles relaxing into the soft material almost instantly. His head cooled down and for the first time that night Moon breathed properly.

He breathed,closing his eyes and finally got the rest he wanted.

He loved his friends to the moon and back. ♡

<- Author's note ->

Hi. This is a little something I wrote for my dear friends over on the mcytblr election server. You guys changed my life these past months and I can't thank you enough for that. I needed to take a rest,move on and chase my dreams - no matter how cheesy that sounds we simply ignore it. I love you all so much and I will definitely,not only visit,but return one day to tell you all about how crazy the world gets out there.

Love you idiots :)

[Ps: Story is set in my personal AU of the discord - I didn't manage to personally mention all people individually so bare with me: You all are important to me <3]

#not mcyt #mcytblr #mcytblr election #writing #original story #story writing #original writing

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doiedreams · 4 years ago

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an insect ambush leaves you in camp counselor!Johnny’s care

fluff ద

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warnings: none

[4:02pm] s.jn

“Did you take them on their bathroom break yet?” Johnny asks you, as the both of you set up an activity outside for the kids at your summer camp.

You look at your watch before answering. “Nope. They have about 10 more minutes until their bathroom break. For now, they’re just playing around.”

Johnny raises his eyebrows and looks at you. “Aren’t our groups on the same schedule?”

You stop what you're doing for a moment to think, and check your phone for the schedule. Turns out, Johnny is right.

“Geez, I'm terrible at time management...” you say.

“Don’t you have to be good at that to be a camp counselor?” Johnny snickers.

“Whatever. I’ve been doing this for long enough and no one’s fired me for it.”

He laughs at you and returns to his preparations. “Right. Well, some of the other groups are probably having their bathroom break right now so get over there before it gets crowded.”

You take your water bottle, leaving Johnny with the activities to go find your group of campers and take them to the bathroom.

You eventually notify your group of campers about the mix-up and lead them to the bathrooms. The closer you get, you start to hear loud children’s voices, running faucets, and toilets flushing. You then see kids and counselors crowding the hallway in front of the bathrooms.

“This is not gonna work...” you mutter to yourself.

“Sorry, but you're gonna have to take them to the outdoor bathrooms. We've got too many over here.” One of the camp counselors say to you. You nod, turning around to redirect your group of kids outside.

Catching sight of the path leading to the old park bathroom, you groan to yourself. Outside of the bathroom, you would be met with flies and mosquitoes while the inside was smelly, laced with cobwebs around the toilets, and littered with dead bugs and used paper towels.

You come to a stop once you've reached the old bathroom. It’s a small, wooden building with two doors - one on the left for boys, one on the right for girls - and had a small crooked drinking fountain in between them. You can hear the noises of various insects singing from the multitude of trees and bushes behind it.

“Alright, ” you sigh, turning towards the campers. “Who needs to go?”

“Took you long enough,” Johnny says to you as you take a seat at his table with the other counselors. “You missed the bean bag toss competition. It was intense.” His expression was one of seriousness, but his sarcasm was easy to detect.

“What a shame…” you mutter, shaking your head in disappointment, mirroring his sarcasm. “We had to reroute to the outdoor bathroom.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.”

Your conversation with Johnny and fellow counselors is disrupted when the site director approaches you.

“Hey y/n, one of the kids in your group is leaving early and she said she left her bag in the bathroom,” she says. You sigh, knowing you'll be asked to go back to that bathroom again. “Would you mind grabbing it real quick?”

You smile and nod, masking the disgust you feel at the request. Johnny waves you off as you leave.

It’s darker now, and the buzzes and whining of various insects are heard when you get to the bathroom. You shudder as you brace yourself for whatever you may meet on the other end of the door.

Cautiously, you open the heavy door and peek into the bathroom, searching for the bag without fully entering. Paranoid at the buzzing sounds outside of the bathroom, you subconsciously duck your head as you enter. The last thing you want is to come across a bug of any kind.

You find the pink, dirty bag in the third, and last, stall of the bathroom, grab it, and rush out the door. When you step out of the bathroom, you sigh in relief but soon detect a faint odor coming from the bag.

You can hear more buzzing.

You unzip the bag and peak into it, revealing an overripe banana as well as some crackers and brown napkins.

Caught off guard by a buzzing sound right next to your ear, you swat at the air next to your ear and zip the bag back up. God, how you hate insects.

You can now hear an even louder buzzing on both sides of your head. You shake your head, just as a puppy would after taking a bath, and wave at your ears hoping to blow away whatever was bothering you.

The exposed skin on your legs begins to itch, and now you're beginning to freak out. Looking down at your legs, you find the source of itching. Pesky mosquitoes.

The itching quickly spread to your arms and face, and now, you’re beyond freaked out.

You let out a shriek, frantically running back to the camp building, clutching onto the bag.

“Woah woah woah! Are you okay?” You hear a counselor ask as you run toward the building.

You pant for air as you swipe at your itchy skin, trying to get rid of any mosquitoes that may still be on you.

“No, I'm not!” you cry. You drop the bag to the ground and kick it in front of you as you cover your face. “Just give this to the site director, please.”

Before your fellow camp counselor can say anything else, the site director comes out of the building and gasps.

“Goodness, y/n, what happened to you?” She takes the bag from the ground and hands it to the other counselor. “Take this to the kid with her mom, would you?” The counselor hurries off with the bag.

The site director takes your hand and leads you into the building. You pass the table Johnny’s sitting at and your wounded state immediately grabs his attention.

“Y/n, what happened to you?” he asks, hopping out of his seat worriedly .

“Take her to first-aid, please,” the site director orders.

Without any hesitation, Johnny takes your hand and guides you to the first-aid office.

You and Johnny enter the office and he closes the door behind you. Seeing as it’s the staff’s lunch break, the office is empty and Johnny helps himself to cupboards and cabinets with ointments and bandages.

The multitude of mosquito bites on your body has begun to swell up, and you wince at the sting when you reach up to touch your face.

“Careful, there. I don't want you irritating the bites more.” Johnny says gently. “Sit.”

You take a seat and watch as Johnny looks for something to heal you up. He pulls down a first-aid kit, inspecting a tube of ointment, before pulling up a seat in front of you.

“You look like you know what you're doing,” you remark. Johnny laughs, bringing a small smile to your face despite the ache.

“I really don’t.” He pulls out his phone and types something. “I just choose to trust Google.”

With the guidance of the Internet, he instructs you to wash your face, arms, and legs, before using an ice pack to reduce the swelling. As you wait for the swelling to go down, you explain the series of unfortunate events to Johnny, getting cut off every now and then by his jokes and teasing making the atmosphere a lot lighter for both of you.

“I think it’s time to put this on now,” you say, reaching for the ointment and putting down your ice pack.

“Here, let me do it,” Johnny says, grabbing the tube before you could. You cock an eyebrow at him, then comply. He takes your arm and applies the cream on spots of your arm, muttering a soft apology each time you hiss at the sting. Fiddling with your lanyard, you watch him attend to your needs quietly with your arm in his hands.

Before he could move on to your other limbs, the door opens, revealing the nurse of the camp.

“I heard one of the counselor’s needed my attention.” She smiles at you before glancing over at Johnny. “But it looks like you're already being attended to.”

Johnny smiles shyly at the ground and lets out a laugh.

“You should make him your assistant. He’s really good at this,” you tease.

Johnny puts down the first-aid supplies and stands up. “I’ll let you take it from here,” he tells the nurse. Before leaving, he turns back to you and says, ”Tell me when you’re done. I’ll get some of the others to form your personal Insect Defense Squad.”

“How thoughtful of you,” you say, rolling your eyes. ”Thanks, I’ll definitely need it.”

��You’re very welcome.” Johnny says smugly.

And with that, he leaves you with the nurse to get your bites healed. You seem to forget the itch and sting of the bug bites, instead dwelling on the lasting touch his fingers left on your skin.

a/n: Inspired by @philosopher-of-fandoms :

This was just for fun I couldn’t help myself 😭 I saw the post and said screw it why not lmao.

proofread by: @sleepyyangyang and @give-seconds <33

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botwstoriesandsuch · 4 years ago

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Idk if you do ship ask but I've always hc that most ritos are affraid of thunder, since that could very easily harm/kill something flying (like a rito), so do you have any headcanons about link comforting revali during a thunderstorm?

Heya! Thanks for sending this ask, I had so much fun writing it! If you wanna know why it took so long, it’s because I accidentally keep making these essentially oneshots instead of headcanons...I get too wrapped up in the atmosphere lmao.

Anyhow, please enjoy, and thanks for your patience! :P

Revalink during a thunderstorm:

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Revali always thought green was a decent color, it paired well with his evening blue feathers and eyes after all

But this trip was really challenging his beliefs…

“Tree. Tree. Large tree. Giant tree. Leaf. Bush. Greenery. Tree. Giant leaf. A verdant green. Emerald green. Fern green…” He listed off his observations rhythmically

Revali suddenly stopped walking, patting Link on the back.

“Why Link, you won’t believe this, but if you look up now, you can experience this rare sight of a tree. Impressive isn’t it?”

Link turned his head to see Revali gesture grandly at the Faron scenery, before rolling his eyes. ‘You’re such an ass…’

The Rito smirked, content with the annoyance he was causing Link, before continuing to walk beside him, pointing out the “variety” of nature.

He had been traveling with Link across the jungles of Faron, helping him fly over the waterfalls and rivers for...reasons he had forgotten. Something ordered by the Princess? Checking Shrines? Updating ruin locations? Something, something, Zonai, Sheikah, database...and other nonsense words that Revali didn’t really care for, point was, “this expedition would run all the more smoothly with your skill set,” so, here he was.

In hindsight that was probably only said to flatter him into coming, but it’s not like Revali was going to complain. One on one time with Link wasn’t an opportunity he would have passed up on, anyway

Walking under the lush forest canopy, Revali picked at the 700th vine tangled in Link’s hair. “This exploration stuff sure is paying off...I’m experiencing so many new things. Like plants, and water, and bugs. Never could have experienced this anywhere else.”

Link raised an eyebrow, holding up his hands to sign, ‘Come on now, don’t be like that. We’ll be done with this soon, so quit being pretentious for two seconds and enjoy the beauty of nature!’

Right, because the beauty of the sweltering, sickly green, claustrophobic jungle crawling with insects and slimy creatures, dwelling in a sticky, sappy, foliage that seemed to tie your wings down to the earth with it’s grasping vines and prickly leaves… THAT was just the thing for a Rito from Tabantha to enjoy

Revali clicked his tongue. “You think I’m the pretentious one? That one leaf is the size of a Hinox’s arse. What’s even the point of that?? Do the lizards hate the sky that much?” He gestured towards the thick canopy above once again

Link’s expression suddenly changed as he peered through the leaves, noting how the sky’s sunset colors had started to darken with greying clouds. He spoke bluntly

‘There’s a storm coming.’

“Oh? Wonderful…”

‘I think there’s a cave we can use for shelter near the northernmost waterfall.’

“Think? My ability of flight, and overall state of being, is not suited for moisture, so I’d really prefer if you were a bit more certain than, ‘think!’”

‘Well we can always sleep out here if you want… We’ll have to stay overnight judging by the size of those storm clouds.’

Revali shuddered as another sapphire blue lizard crawled across the forest floor near his talons, much too close for comfort. The image of laying down in the dirt, being mocked by the infectious green that covered the sky, for over eight hours, he audibly groaned.

Fine, hypothetical cave it is.

“Get on my back already. The sooner the day is done, the better, I suppose.”

Flying through the air, Revali feathers rustled in the growing wind, he could start to smell the storm in the air. Thankfully, Link’s cave turned out to be real, providing dry shelter from the oncoming, feather-drenching rain, thank Hylia. If he had to do his braids and ribbons again after he spent all morning just—

BOOM!

Not two seconds after Revali had landed them both in the cave, a deafening sound shook the ground and carried Revali’s soul to hell, heaven, and back. The sound that escaped his beak was none short of a shrill squeak you might hear come out of a thousand baby birds.

Behind them, green sparks fizzed against the earth, starting a small fire, before it was quickly extinguished by the now pouring rain.

Revali shuddered, shaking off the few droplets on his wing. His feathers seemed to tremble from the charge in the air, and his mind was racing with thoughts of what would have happened if he was two seconds slower in his descent, but he concealed it all with a neutral frown.

“This forest is lucky the rain started, that bright explosion of death nearly made me think we were under attack, I’d have nocked a bomb arrow or two.”

‘The...thunder and lightning, you mean?’

“Shut up I know what lightning is.”

‘I guess it makes sense you’re not that familiar...the most action you’ll see in Rito Village is cold winds and snow.’

“I said I know what lightning is.”

‘Oh, don’t worry, I heard you. I heard you very clearly a few seconds ago…’

Revali let out a few “hmphs” before sitting down on the cave floor. Link started to chuckle to himself before starting a fire, the cave was wide enough for the smoke to escape and not suffocate them, and it’s warmth was welcomed wholeheartedly by the Rito Champion.

Link thought that would be the end of it, Revali volunteered to take the first night watch, and the Hylian thought nothing of it. Before either of them knew it, Link had somehow drifted off into a peaceful sleep

BOOM!

Another crack of thunder. Sure, thunder had been roaring in air for the last two or three hours, but this time the lightning struck close enough to the cave that Link could feel the vibration against the earth.

He rose with a yawn, stretching his arms as if he had been woken by chirping birds, and not the midnight sky’s roars

Glancing towards Revali’s direction, concern started to creep onto Link’s face, as he watched the Rito with furrowed eyebrows and a frown

As far as he could tell, Revali hadn’t moved an ant’s inch from when Link had last seen him before he dozed off. His jade eyes were fixed on the jungle, and the feathers on his neck seemed to raise everything the sky glowed a shocking flash of green.

Despite having sat up from the fire, Revali didn’t seem to notice that Link had woken.

Link waved his arm in front of him, trying to catch the Rito’s gaze.

‘Hey? You ok?’

Link’s actions cut into Revali’s tumbling thoughts, but he quickly recovered from his initial shock with a click of his tongue

“I’m fine. Just watching to make sure your tired person doesn’t get ambushed by some crafty lizalfo. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Link paused, but in the end, he nodded his head in acceptance. ‘Alrighty then. Well, you go ahead and get some rest. I can take the next watch.’

“...ah. Right.”

Revali awkwardly shuffled closer to the fire, pinning his back a bit deeper into the shallow cave.

He didn’t bother to lie down

‘Are you sure you’re ok?’

“I’m fine. I’m just not tired yet is all”

‘Well you should try to get some sleep, cause tomorro—’

“Yes, I’m well aware, I don’t need the reminder of our schedule.”

‘It would probably help to not face the forest, cause the movement and noises can be distracting when you’re trying to sl—’

“Yes. I understand, thank you. As I said I’m not tired so—”

‘But Revali, I just said—’

“Look! I’m fine, stop pestering me about it, OK? All I want is to just be able to—”

BOOM!

Comically— or perhaps in this atmosphere, un-comically— a lizard fell off the side of a tree near the cave’s mouth, visibly fried and very much dead

Link, ever the survivalist, grew excited at the prospect of a free elixir ingredient, but as he turned to Revali to share this good news, he was greeted with a very still Rito, his feathers pressed stiffly against himself as he seemed to be holding down his other wing, presumably because it was shivering.

That was strange, considering Link had taken care to keep the firewood stocked. He looked at Revali again, his green eyes seemed to be swirling with racing thoughts and fears

......fears…

Hylia he was an idiot

Although in fairness, it works both ways

‘I’m sorry...I should have realized you had a greater fear of lightning given the circumstances…’

The Rito suddenly jerked his head, his voice rising in pitch by the second. “W-What?! I don’t know where you got that idea from. Circumstances?? I’ll have you know I’ve trained for years to be quite fearless.”

A sudden flash of light came from the corner of his eye, and Revali had to clamp his tongue to keep silent. If it weren’t for his feathers, he’d be as white as a dove.

‘Are you sure? I’d imagine the thought of thunderstorms are a lot worse for you Rito..’

‘You know, given all the rain, and the chance of being electrocuted, and shot out of the sky by a bolt of lightning, and the loud sounds that probably remind you of an avalanche or a bomb, and also falling out of the sk—’

Link suddenly cut himself off, realizing a bit too late that the explanation of the factors involved with thunder and lightning wouldn’t exactly help Revali’s attitude.

The Rito only stared at Link, his beak clamped shut. Finally, he let out a sigh.

“I’m fine.”

Silence, then a scoff from Link.

Yeah, right.

He started pulling out an assortment of items from his small pouch—how Link magically managed to fit cart-fulls of apples, armour, and weapons in there was beyond him. Link joked that it was because of magic tree children, at least, Revali thought he was joking

‘Ah-ha! This should make you feel better!’

Link pulled out a golden helmet, it looked Gerudo in style, and it was covered in green, red, and blue gemstones

‘This thing absorbs lightning, and disperses it, so you don’t get hurt!’

Revali raised an eyebrow, hesitant

‘No! Seriously! This thing has saved me dozens of times, it’s seen hundreds of storms, and it’s taken on countless lightning strikes directly on this part!!’

He pointed excitedly to the bright green gemstone’s at the helm’s crest.

Revali could only shift his weight in discomfort, and Link finally got the hint.

‘Ah right. Maybe the lightning prone object isn’t for you...but…’

Link pulled out a weird, flexible hat, in the shape of a fish. It’s giant eyes stared askew at the cave’s walls, and when Link put it on for demonstration purposes, it basically looked like an octorok had spat a starving fish on his hair

‘This little guy is called Lucky. He’s made out of this thing called rubber, and it’s supposed to help keep electricity from touching you. Pretty nifty fashion choice too, right?’

“I will be plucked dry and drowned before you catch me wearing that hideous thing.”

‘Lucky doesn’t appreciate your unkind words…’

A few more minutes pass by, Link unloading the items in his satchel in an attempt to ease Revali’s mind. But most suggestions failed to truly convince him. Occasionally, the storm would boom again, and Link would rub Revali’s wing gently, if only to keep his attention on the weird yellow mushrooms in his hand. Nonetheless, it was a small thing that the Rito appreciated.

After a few more rounds of talking, Revali finally sighed in defeat. “I appreciate your gesture Link, I truly do. But I’d really prefer to just, not think about lightning at all, rather than be surrounded by your cluster of trinkets and tools.”

“So again, it’s fine. I can just sit here and wait it out. Don’t torment me any further with your...endless basket of comfort foods. I do hope that you donate some of those to the needy, I can’t be seen walking around with a selfish, hoarding hero after all.”

Link ignored the quip and Revali’s attempt to deflect the conversation.

‘Are you sure there’s nothing else I can offer you?’

Revali opened his beak to say no, before closing it. He looked Link up and down, from his fuzzy golden head, to his pathetic and dirty blue tunic, to his brimming, sky blue eyes.

Revali opened and closed his beak again, before saying, “no, it’s OK.”

Link frowned, tapping his fingers to his chin.

Then, he swiftly grabbed at the blue scarf around Revali’s neck.

“W-Wha—hey!”

‘Just borrowing this for a sec!’

Despite Revali’s attempts to retrieve it, Link was already unfurling the scarf to its full length and width. Surprisingly, it was long enough, long enough for Link’s plan, anyhow

He turned back to Revali. ‘Snuggle up closer to the fire. If we’re gonna sleep towards the back of the cave like this I’d prefer to be as warm as possible

Revali’s expression was indescribable, at least verbally. Through the power of writing I can only describe the expression as something that conveyed feelings such as:

?!?!?!!?!!??!?!?!?!!!??!?!?!!?!!?

‘We’re gonna hug, you dense bastard’

Revali started to sputter out questions, and list of logical reasons as to why that suggestion was absurd. But suggestion turned to action as Link wordlessly wrapped the scarf around the two of them, before snuggling into Revali’s feathers.

On the brightside, Revali was stiff for different reasons, other than lightning.

In hindsight that was probably part of his plan

The Rito was silent, as he struggled with the decision of either allowing himself to be comfortable, nestled with his favourite soft scarf, and his favourite (he would never admit it) Champion

Or to put up his usual quips and walls

Was Link annoyed about this? Happy??

Spirits above he was so embarrassed, Link was probably doing this out of pity, like some mother tending to an infant...

Or maybe it wasn’t like that...? Was it something else?? Some other feeling that had cause him to take such a drastic action to—

‘What’cha thinking about?’

Revali felt Link’s arms move under his wing, and he looked over at the Hylian. He looked so...tranquil, and relaxed...and...stunning....despite his terribly kept hair

“Nothing.”

Link raised his eyebrow, ‘Yeah?’

Revali narrowed his eyes in confusion, but nodded, to which Link turned back and nestly his face into his soft feathers.

What kind of a question is that? What am I thinking about? This situation that came out of no where of course!!

What else would he be thinking abo—

...

The Rito could only smirk to himself finally putting together the pieces of Link’s scheme

Another moment of silence. At least, to Revali it was silent. The only sounds he could hear were of Link’s breathing, and his own heartbeat.

The thunder whispered in the background

Revali smiled, while resting his beak on Link’s soft hair

Then finally, thoughts turned to dreams turned to peace; Revali slept sound as the rain pattered to the sound of his beating heart

HA god what a loser it’s so corny I could die. Who would even right such a thing ahahaahha— oh wait

[If you enjoyed this content, a like and a reblog is greatly appreciated! Let’s me know that I should make more, while also giving me that extra serotonin.]

#botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #botw headcanons #fuck it i might just tag this as fanfiction #botw fanfiction #revalink #revali #link #link botw

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noirewrites · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Summary:

“Wait, when was the last time you slept, Marinette?” “A few days. Haven’t slept... for a few days... Work to do… Black coffee… Monster drinks... Caffeine in blood…” “I am totally sure the last thing was other way round."

@miraculousfanworks Fulfilled for a prompt in @mlwritersguild!

Read the story under the cut!

“Marinette, it’s 4.30 A.M. in the morning! You need to sleep!”

“Just one more stitch, Tikki,” the girl mumbled to her kwami as she focused on the dress she was trying, trying to get the golden embroidery completed. Kagami’s birthday was in two days and Marinette wanted to give something to her new friend. Hence, she had decided to make the fencer a nice red jacket with black accents, and with a beautiful golden dragon embroidered on it. And she really wasn’t in a mood to mess her hard work up.

“But Marine--”

“Just a second, Tikki…” the girl gritted out before letting out a whoop of joy. “There! It’s done! How does it look like?”

The designer turned the mannequin to show her little friend the final result. The red jacket with its black trims and buttons looked pretty simple. However, it was the majestic dragon that gave the jacket its signature look. It started from the left breast pocket, occupied most of the jacket’s behind and ended with its tail curling near the right hip.

“Wow Marinette, it looks just as if the dragon is embracing and protecting the wearer of the jacket!” Tikki commented, running her hand along the jacket’s embroidery. The golden thread glimmered under the kwami of creation’s touch.

“Thanks Tikki, and now,” the girl let out a long yawn as her eyes drooped. “I guess it’s finally time for a good nap.”

“Yes Marinette!” The kwami chirped, flitting around her chosen’s head in concern. “You haven’t had a proper sleep for a few days. That’s not good for you!”

“I know, I know Tikki, but…” the girl paused as she tried to get her bearings, her hand on the railing to hold herself steady. “There have been just so many commissions for Jagged and Kitty Section, and then the class presidential duties, and let’s not forget Hawk Moth--”

“Along with which you also took it upon yourself to make Kagami a birthday present and babysat Manon for a day, I know!” Tikki completed her statement for her. “That’s why I’m saying, you need to sleep.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m just going to do that,” Marinette sleepily chuckled “Gonna climb the stairs and just flop down on my bed and--”

The moment she lay her head on her pillow, she immediately shot up, eyes bugged out in horror.

“What happened, Marinette?”

The frantic girl yanked at her pigtails as a crazed look appeared in her eyes. “Tikki, I forgot to complete the Literature homework due today!”

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“Cesaire, Alya?”

“Present!”

“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette?”

There was a silence in the room.

“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette?” Ms. Bustier called the name out again, looking up from her register.

Alya raised her hand. “Um, Ms. Bustier, Marinette’s still not here and--”

“Present!”

Immediately the classroom door slammed open as someone dropped on the classroom floor with a yelp. Papers went flying by and the students in the classroom got up to find Marinette sprawled out on the ground, grumbling something incoherent.

She quickly sat up and started to assemble her papers. Adrien and Nino got down to help her as the others went back to what they were doing. Thanking the two guys quietly, Marinette marched up to Ms.Bustier’s desk and slammed the papers down on her table.

“The homework that was due for today, Ms. Bustier. Complete with detailed analysis of the scene that we studied yesterday.”

The teacher took in Marinette’s appearance and tentatively nodded in response, immediately to cringe a bit at the maniac smile that the girl gave her. With a skip in her step, Marinette walked over to her desk and plopped down in her seat beside Alya.

As Ms. Bustier continued taking the attendance in the background, Alya leant into Marinette’s space, holding her hand up in a whispering notion. “M, what the heck? Your hair’s a bird’s nest, your eyes bloodshot and the dark circles make you look like a ghost. What the hell have you been doing?”

Marinette hummed distractedly as she dug into her backpack, before pulling out a big can of Monster energy drink, causing her best friend’s eyes to bug out. “Oh nothing much, just homework,” she nonchalantly spoke, waving her hand as she took in a big gulp of the drink.

“Just…. Homework, you say?” Alya eyed her friend as she continued to drink. Clearly Marinette needed some help, for no normal teenager should be drinking that .

“Yeah, and a bit of designing. Woke up a bit late but thankfully managed to get a croissant and two cups of black coffee.” Marinette put the drink down and wiped at her lips. Alya peered into the can. It was half-finished.

“Girl, are you sure you don’t want to have a heart attack?”

“Mhmm,” Marinette grinned at her manically and Alya decided then and there that her best friend did not need just some help.

She needed some serious help.

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“Okay class,” Ms. Bustier clapped her hands, gaining the students’ attention. “Since today’s lecture was based on stress management and relaxation, I want you all to write something about your life. It doesn’t have to be long: a short paragraph or poem also works!”

The children scrambled to get their supplies out and started working on the task assigned to them. Satisfied with having kept the students busy, Ms.Bustier sat down at her desk and started going through her paperwork.

Five minutes later, a paper was put on her desk.

The teacher looked up to find a weary Marinette looking at her expectantly. Smiling at the student, Ms. Bustier took the paper and turned it, letting out a gasp.

“Marinette, what is the meaning of this?” She asked the girl, pointing at the random squiggles and scribblings that filled the paper.

Marinette shrugged as she swayed a bit. “You asked us to write something about our life. Well, that’s me, a total sleep-deprived mess.”

“You haven’t been having proper sleep, dear?” The girl responded with a small shake of her head.

“Okay.” The teacher immediately signed a note and handed it to Marinette. “Take this to the nurse and she will give you the permission to rest for the day. Grab a proper sleep, it is important for your health.”

Marinette gave her teacher a small smile of gratitude and a thumbs up before grabbing the note and moving out of the room. Sighing in relief at having helped a student, Ms. Bustier started to get back to grading the homework.

The thudding sound of someone falling down the stairs made her run outside the class, to find Marinette staggering quickly (and wearily) in the direction of the nurse’s office.

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Being in bed was a wonderful feeling, Marinette decided that day.

After having completed the homework, she had gotten to sleep at 6.00 A.M., only to be rudely woken up by her alarm at 7. The dark coffee and the Monster drink had got her through the first half of the day, but by the time Ms. Bustier had suggested them all to write something about their life, Marinette had been done with.

Her brain had come to an abrupt stop and she couldn’t think of anything except squiggled and wiggled and incomprehensible stuff. So when Ms.Bustier had granted her the permission to actually gain some rest for the day, Marinette had been very excited.

A bit too excited to not look where she had been going and end up tripping down the last set of stairs.

But having a bruised ankle only solidified the reasons for her rest, so she wasn’t sorry.

She closed her eyes and curled into herself, waiting for sleep to kick in. Given her state, sleep could ambush her any time. And she was very much willing to invest this time in her favorite pastime.

Dreaming of emerald eyes that twinkle in mirth. Cologne that made adrenaline rush through her bld. And blond hair that shone like the sun.

Right now she hated the sun.

Sadly, she ditched the dream in a dark corner of her mind and started to focus on her breathing, waiting for sleep to grab her in her embrace.

Just in a moment.

Just a moment more.

...

Maybe one more moment?

Marinette tossed in her bed with a groan. Why was she not sleepy?

The can of Monster energy drink winked at her from her backpack.

Stupid energy drinks, kicking in at the wrong time.

Marinette wanted to sob and cry and wail at her fate. Why did the universe hate her?

As if answering her pleas, the nurse turned on some soft music in the room. Music that was soft and sweet and serene and calming and relaxing.

Relaxing and soothing like the music that accompanied the smell of the ocean. Ocean… that reminded her of deep blue eyes. Framed by a mop of dark hair.

Darkness was welcomed, for it made her totally drowsy .

Marinette sighed in relief. Yeah, she could dream about soft music and ocean and deep eyes and mysterious smiles and--

The alarm on her phone blared suddenly, causing her to shoot up in bed as she spoke in a language so colourful, it would have made a real sailor blush.

The akuma news feed flashed on her phone in a deep red.

Marinette vowed to herself to not rest till she kicked some moth butt that day.

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“Watch out Ladybug!”

The warning came a bit too late. The pink beam hit the red and black spotted heroine square in the chest, and immediately she felt a wave of drowsiness crash over her.

The akuma, Sleeping Beauty, stole people’s sleep or made them drowsy, depending on the rested state of their mind.

Ladybug was totally done.

Done with the stupid akuma, done with the old looney toon of a butterfly supervillain, done with the ever-conspiring universe.

She just wanted a wink of a peaceful sleep. One that was not akuma-induced. Could she not even get that?

She simply wanted to get over with this quickly.

“Lucky Charm!”

A big carton of Monster Energy Drinks dropped into her hands.

Sadly, the cans were sealed tight and not meant for drinking purposes, as the notice on the top of it said.

She looked at the carton and at the rampaging akuma. The carton shone first, then the akuma’s head.

Such a nice plan.

Simple.

Easy.

Executable.

She hauled the carton over her head.

“Take that, you mangy akuma!”

And summoning all her strength, she yeeted the heavy box at its target.

The carton flew. Chat followed its line of motion with his eyes.

A resounding thud.

The akuma dropped. Ladybug fell to her knees.

“You okay, Ladybug?” Chat was by her side immediately as she panted in exhaustion.

“I am f-fine,” she managed to grit out.

A Cataclysm later, Ladybug tossed the carton once again, this time weakly, into the air with a cry of “Miraculous Ladybug!”.

The magical ladybugs fixed everything. Everything except Ladybug’s exhaustion.

She really wanted to drop dead from exhaustion right now.

“Milady, are you really sure you are okay?” Chat asked once more, looking at his ring worriedly as it beeped.

“As okay as a sleepwalking zombie,” she said with a thumbs up.

Chat stayed a little longer by her side, before vaulting away.

Ladybug gathered all of her strength and pushed herself up on her feet. She trudged forward and finally broke into a sprint.

She had to scale that gap in the buildings in front of her. She crouched. She leaped.

Her Miraculous beeped the final time before the magical suit faded away.

Oh darn.

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Luka came up from behind the dumpster, brushing dust off his jacket. He made a way for his bike, when a yelp from above caught his attention.

The next thing he knew, Marinette was in his arms. And he was breathing as heavily as her.

“Marinette? What were you -- wait, how did you end up THERE?!”

“I-I-” she looked around with wide eyes, before letting out a breathless chuckle. “I was parkouring!”

“In the midst of an akuma attack? From that height? What were you thinking?!” He asked worriedly, his tone going an octave higher.

Marinette gripped his denim jacket and looked up at him with teary eyes. “I just...I--I am sorry!”

“Hey hey, don’t cry, oof calm down Melody,” Luka awkwardly shifted her a bit in his arms, patting her back slowly. He started walking towards where he had parked his cycle.

She curled into him, gripping his jacket as she snuggled.in deep. ‘I wanna sleep,” came her muffled voice.

That was when he took in her bedraggled state, her messed up hair and the dark circles that had been visible in her eyes. “Wait, when was the last time you slept, Marinette?”

“This morning?” Her answer was immediately followed by a yawn.

He got his cycle of the stand with one hand, balancing the vehicle and the girl in his arms awkwardly. “I meant a proper, nice sleep, Mari.”

There was silence from her side and Luka looked down to find her eyes screwed shut.

Oh well, she had fallen asleep.

Carefully, he mounted himself on the cycle, all the while trying his best not to disturb the girl in his arms. He adjusted his grip, and after making sure everything was secure, pedalled off in the direction of his home.

A few moments in the ride, and he felt Marinette fist his jacket as she mumbled something.

“What was that, Mari? I didn’t catch you,” he asked softly.

“A few days. Haven’t slept... for a few days.”

Luka was totally concerned. “But why? And how did you even function?”

“Work to do… Black coffee… Monster drinks... Caffeine in blood…”

“I am totally sure the last thing was other way round,” Luka grumbled as he continued to cycle.

Marinette didn’t speak anymore, just drifted off to sleep.

Once he reached home, he gingerly picked the girl in his arms and got aboard the boat. He walked quickly towards his cabin, all the while praying his mom would not see him (for heaven knows her boisterous congratulations would freak the sleeping Marinette out).

Luka gingerly put Marinette down on his bed and pulled the sheets over her. He picked up his guitar and moved to go to the deck, but found himself stuck in place.

For Marinette had fisted his shirt tight in her little hands.

Sighing partly in realisation and partly at the sight of her cute, sleeping face, Luka bent down to get his shirt free of her hold.

However, as soon as he made a move to loosen her hold, Marinette’s face scrunched up.

“Stay?” came her soft mumble, and Luka’s heart melted.

With no other alternative visible, the boy sighed before pulling his phone out of his pocket. Shooting a quick text to Juleka about Marinette resting at the Liberty, he gingerly sat down on his bed, leaning on the wall.

Marinette immediately shifted herself a bit, giving him room to adjust as she put her head in his lap and dozed off again.

Smiling down at the girl in his lap, Luka gently threaded his fingers through her hair, before pulling the hair ties out. He didn’t want her to get up with heavily knotted hair, after all. Plus, it just provided him more of an excuse to play with her soft locks.

Marinette snuggled herself to him, and Luka shifted his legs a bit to make her more comfortable. He hummed a lullaby, letting himself relax as the love of his life slept near him in pure bliss.

Sleep came to him discreetly, and he found happiness in dreams of pink cherry blossoms, the scent of chocolate and bread and the beautiful smile of the music of his heart.

************************************

Anarka entered the small cabin, looking for her son to get some groceries. However, the sight that met her caught her off guard.

Luka was leaning by the wall, his head tilted to the side as he dozed off, a content smile spread on his face. On his lap lay the sleeping form of the girl who designed for Kitty Section. Luka’s one hand was in the girl’s hair while the other was draped over her back protectively. The girl herself had a peaceful smile on her face as she used the boy’s legs for her pillow, while her one arm fisted his jacket and the other was near her waist, interlocked with Luka’s.

Smiling, the Captain of the Liberty simply pulled out her phone and discreetly clicked a picture of the two sleeping kids, before smiling and walking out of the room.

#mlwritersguild #prompt fulfillment #lukanette #sleepy marinette #fluff #cuddles #snuggles #let marinette sleep #humor #attempt at humor and crack

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secretlysheikah · 4 years ago

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Tower Trouble: Before the Storm

This took longer than expected, (I blame Age of Calamity and my own writer’s block) but I feel happier with the result. I hope you all enjoy. I did a cursory once over to try to catch errors, but if I missed something I apologize.

As always the Linked universe belongs to @jojo56830 (check out their stuff)

I claim nothing of the Linked Universe I am but a simple story weaver who wants to share a thing.

Start Here:

“Yep, you’ve definitely got another broken rib.” Hyrule said as he leaned away from Wild’s side.

“Wonderful.” Wild hissed as he flopped his hand over his eyes. He was still sprawled out on the ground where Legend had left him. He couldn’t see Hyrule’s face but he felt him place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it could be worse, you could have collapsed your lung again.” He said gently.

Wild splayed his fingers so he could peer out at Hyrule.

“Always looking on the bright side aren’t you?” He said flatly and Hyrule gave him a lopsided smile and shrugged. Hyrule had a small cut just above his eyebrow and was sporting a few new bruises of his own. Wild couldn’t help but wince. The ambush had been executed perfectly and it appeared the group had taken a bit of a beating. Twilight had trotted over while Hyrule was looking him over and had said as much but didn’t really go into detail. Wild had felt the worry and guilt hit him like a blow, he didn’t like the idea of the others being hurt on his account. Which to his great displeasure was the only thing that seemed to be happening as of late.

“How is everyone doing?” Wild asked from his place on the ground, his voice just above a whisper. Hyrule gave him a comforting look before he shrugged and scratched at his cheek.

“I’d assume they are about the same since the last time you asked. That is unless they decided to do something stupid which knowing this group is entirely possible.” Hyrule quipped with a smirk as he tugged Wild’s tunic back down again.

“Quit worrying, they’re alright, everyone got a little banged up but nothing too major.” Hyrule said reassuringly as he sat back and stretched his legs out with a weary sigh. Wild let out his own tired sigh and tried not to think about it, it was a failing endeavor though. Hyrule was right of course although that fact did nothing to allay his guilt in the slightest.

“what about you? How are you feeling ‘Rule?” Wild asked and Hyrule gave a small shrug.

“About what you would expect, a bit achy and tired but nothing too major.”

Hyrule much to Wild’s protests had insisted on healing the smaller wounds left behind by the shrapnel. It had taken a lot of convincing on Hyrule’s part, and even then the shallow cuts were very slow to heal and Wild could tell the effort had left Hyrule drained. Thankfully Hyrule had decided to splint Wild’s broken arm instead of trying to heal it. After he had set and splinted his arm, Wild was able to convince Hyrule to leave the older wounds he had received from the tower incident alone for the most part. Though Hyrule had cleaned and rewrapped them for him which Wild was grateful for considering he still didn’t have the energy to move just yet.

“What about Legend? He looked pretty rough when he left to collect you.” Wild asked and noticed how Hyrule glanced back towards the small fire the others were gathered around.

“I didn’t get a chance to really check him out yet. He was adamant that I take care of you first.” Hyrule said almost guiltily. Wild huffed letting his head fall to the side so he could look over towards the small camp. He could see the flickering light of the fire in a distance and he watched as figures moved around completing their various tasks. Not for the first time he wished he could have been able to help out more.

“Of course he did. Well just so you know he’s got some puncture wounds on his back from where he got bit by one of those plant things.” Wild said with a snort. Hyrule didn’t respond and Wild looked back towards him in concern. Hyrule was chewing on his lower lip seemingly lost in thought.

“Are you sure you’re alright ‘Rule?” Wild asked bringing Hyrule out of his reverie.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just a little lost in thought.” He began and paused before shaking his head and continued. “I’m worried about Legend.” He admitted with a defeated sigh. Wild raised a concerned eyebrow and nodded quietly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as he watched Hyrule pull his knees up to his chest. It was clear that Hyrule wanted to talk about something and was weighing out the choices before him. Wild waited patiently while the other pondered not wanting to inadvertently sway the other’s decision. Hyrule gave another sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Legend is really torn up about about the whole tower thing. I’ve never seen him so...” Hyrule paused, his hands waving small circles in the air until he found the right words. “I wouldn’t say manic, but he was practically beside himself with how upset he was. I mean we all were pretty upset and worried, but this... It was like... Guilt but ten fold.” Hyrule explained and at his words Wild suddenly had the urge to sit up so he could get a better look at Hyrule’s face. Mutely Wild held out his hand and gestured for Hyrule to help sit him up. He obliged and with a grunt of effort helped Wild sit up.

Wild barely suppressed a groan at the movement and once he was sitting upright he hissed and clutched at his side and waited for the pain to subside. Hyrule eyed him carefully ready to catch him if he toppled over. After a moment of labored breathing Wild felt the pain ebb slightly and he was able to focus on Hyrule once again.

“Did Legend explain why he was so upset?” Wild asked and Hyrule shook his head.

“He didn’t specify, only that he felt guilty and that he didn’t know how he was going to make it up to you. I tried to explain to him that you weren’t upset with him but he wasn’t convinced.” Hyrule explained and Wild felt himself nodding again. So Legend hadn’t told Hyrule that he had basically lied to him and tricked him into drinking that damn tea he laced.

It made sense in a way. Legend was already a private person as it was, and somehow Wild could see why he wouldn’t have told Hyrule or anybody for that matter about his treachery. He wasn’t sure how Twilight had seemed to know about it but Wild severely doubted that he was in on that particular plan of Legend’s. Wild made a decision then, he would keep this secret for Legend. If Legend wanted to keep that particular aspect of his guilt a secret then it wasn’t up to him to tell Hyrule about it.

“Anyways, I told him that he should talk with you, you know? Clear the air. I heard him talking with you before we got ambushed, were you guys able to hash it out?” Hyrule asked hopefully and Wild found that even though Legend didn’t apologize per se, He did seem at the very least appropriately sorry for what he had done. Still a small part of him was angry but he was willing to force that part of himself down if that meant bringing some semblance of peace to the others, it was the least he could do.

“We were able to talk it out a little. I’ll make sure he knows I’m not upset with him. No worries okay?” Wild said and he was surprised to find that he meant it. Hyrule seemed to deflate a little with a relief.

“That’s good, he will be happy to hear it.” Hyrule said before he yawned and scratched at the back of his head. Wild watched as Hyrule’s eyelids seemed to droop slightly, and that his eyes seemed just a bit dull. Another twist of guilt in his stomach made him wince.

“What do you say we hobble over to the others? I’m sure they’re wondering what the hold up is.” Hyrule said sleepily and Wild sighed and rubbed at his scars.

“We can try, I’m afraid I might be a little unsteady on my feet though.” Wild said apologetically. He still hated how dependent he was on the others for the most simple things. Hyrule eyed him for a moment tilting his head slightly before leaning forward and placing a firm hand on Wild’s shoulder again.

“Wild, it’s okay to ask for help. Would You like me to go get Twi?” Hyrule asked.

Wild bit his lower lip and was about to answer when he felt a sudden chill run up his spine. It felt like someone had just run their fingers across the back of his neck. He whipped around eyes wide and suddenly he felt a tug of fear pull at his stomach and he didn’t want to be alone. His heart was a painful staccato that beat against his ribs and the thrum of it made his head feel light.

“Wild? Wild what’s wrong?” Hyrule asked suddenly alert, eyes darting around the darkened woods around them. Wild felt his mouth going numb, his finger tips growing cold as adrenaline started to flood his veins. He could see the wind rustle the tall grass around them and the sound of hidden bugs still sung in the darkness. Wild swallowed painfully and savagely forced himself to calm down. Dark would be foolish to come this close to the camp, especially after the day they just had. Everyone would be on high alert and Dark would be destroyed quickly. HIs pitiful attempts at self reassurance did little to actually calm him. A small voice in his head that whispered that it wouldn’t matter, they would all lose in the end. Wild’s breath hitched slightly and he squeezed his eyes shut and blocked out the malicious whisper. Wild popped his eyes open when he heard a shifting from his right side, it made all the alarm bells sound in his brain.

“It’s nothing, I just thought...” Wild gasped quickly and coughed as he worked to pull his mind back from the panic.

“Well actually never mind that, I think I can manage. Lets just get out of here.” Wild said quickly, shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge the growing unease that threatened to crush his good sense. He worked his legs under himself and didn’t care that he wobbled with the effort. Hyrule nodded quickly apparently sensing something was amiss as well and helped get Wild up and on his feet. Hyrule slung Wild’s arm around his shoulders and Wild gratefully leaned on him as they made their way over to the others as quickly as they could. They didn’t speak as they walked, and Wild kept his head moving, scanning the area while they made slow way to camp. Their shuffling steps and Wild’s labored breaths were the only thing to make a sound in the darkened field at their backs. Wild didn’t trust it for one second.

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Wild sat on his bed roll with Twilight who was dozing lightly at his side, while he watched the goings on around him with a critical eye. There was an odd buzz around camp. Everyone seemed twitchy and on edge though they were doing everything in their power to act like everything was normal. Wild was no exception, on more than one occasion he found himself flinching at the odd noise that would arise from just beyond the light of fire. Wild had no clue how Twilight had been able to relax enough to doze. Though he wondered just how relaxed Twi actually was. One glance to his mentor’s hand showed that they were balled into tight fists and he would twitch whenever the fire crackled.

Wind and and Sky had set themselves up by the cooking pot and there was something bubbling away. Even as they had their attention fixed on the cooking pot Wild could see how their eyes flicked to the outskirts of camp where Time and Warriors had gone. Wild brought his attention back to the pot, whatever was cooking away didn’t smell too awful. The smell of fish, pumpkin and some other unfamiliar spices wafted out periodically. Wild felt his stomach flip, he couldn’t see exactly what was cooking away and for that he was grateful.

Moving his eyes to focus just past the two at the cooking pot Wild could spy Four sitting close by. He was industriously sorting through his pack, though it almost seemed mechanical like he wasn’t actually focusing on the task at hand. Four would often pause, his ear twitching as he listened to the woods around them before startling back to the present. Wild watched him for a few minutes as he picked up his shield for the fourth time and set it back down in the same spot.

Wild couldn’t spot Time or Warriors, but the faint sounds of talking and rusting leaves told him they were out patrolling close by. With a yawn Wild lazily slid his gaze over to Legend who was sitting across from him with Hyrule kneeling at his back. There was a faint glow emanating from where Hyrule’s hands hovered over the vet’s back. Hyrule had a look of concentration mixed with frustration plastered on his face and Legend didn’t look too happy either. To Legend’s credit he said nothing opting instead to stare blankly at the fire in front of him with a slight scowl gracing his lips.

Wild felt Twilight shift next to him and he smiled. When he and Hyrule had finally made it over to camp Twilight had hovered around them like a worried parent. Wild bore the attention for a few minutes before he had grabbed Twilight by the sleeve and forced him to sit next to him. Looking down at Twilight again he could see that his hands had relaxed and that his breaths were slow and even. Wild didn’t know exactly when he had fallen asleep, but he was grateful for the modicum of peace. Wild’s eyelids felt heavy and he debated closing his eyes for a moment when he caught Legend’s eye from across the flames. they stared at each other for a moment before Legend blinked slowly and his eyes slid away from him. Almost without thinking Wild found himself picking himself up off the ground, making sure not to disturb Twilight, and wobbled his way over to Legend.

Wild glanced at the cooking pot as he passed and shuddered at the grayish looking stew that bubbled thickly. He stomach flipped dangerously and he adverted his eyes. When he reached Legend’s side he let himself flop down with a grunt. Wild could see Hyrule raise a tired eyebrow and Legend eyed him with a hint of curiosity.

“How are things looking?” Wild asked sleepily leaning back to take a look at Hyrule’s work.

“The punctures were pretty deep, I’m glad you let me know. This idiot was trying to convince me that it wasn’t too bad.” Hyrule said with a trace of disapproval in his voice. Legend scoffed and shot Wild a glare.

“I can’t believe you tattled on me to Hyrule. That was a low blow.” He complained and Wild blinked at him.

“Consider us even then.” Wild quipped back giving Legend a smile that was just a little bit vindictive. Legend pursed his lips and gave him a curt nod.

“Almost done here,” Hyrule said tiredly, breaking into the conversation.

“Finally.” Legend grumbled and hissed in pain as Hyrule punched him in the arm.

“What was that for ‘Rule?” He gasped rubbing at the sore spot on his arm.

“That’s for being an ass and for trying to hide injures from me. Honestly you should know better.” Hyrule seethed and he finished the last bit of healing with a flourish of yellow sparks. Legend grumbled something unintelligible and Wild hid his snickering behind his hand. Hyrule glared at him in turn.

“Don’t laugh Wild you’re worse than him.” Hyrule said sternly and it was Legend’s turn to disguise a poorly contained laugh. Hyrule rolled his eyes and stood.

“I’m going to go lie down, let me know when dinner is ready.” Hyrule said as he glanced towards the pot and wrinkled his nose.

“Or maybe not... I don’t know what that is and that makes me worried.”

“It’s seafood stew! My gran gave me the recipe!” Wind chirped back happily as he gave the thick liquid another stir.

“Where did you get the fish from?” Legend asked slowly as he straightened up so he could get a proper look into the pot.

“I had some dried fish in my pack. It’s not as good as the fresh stuff but it should do.” Wind answered happily as he brought the spoon to his mouth for a quick taste. A smile lit up his face and he shoved the spoon out for Sky to taste. Sky let out a small chuckle and brought the spoon to his lips. He pursed his lips and tilted his head in thought.

“I think it could use some more salt”

Wind nodded sagely and grabbed a small jar from where it sat next to the fire and proceeded to dump the remaining contents into the stew.

“Great, can’t wait. I’m going to lie down now.” Hyrule answered in kind as he gave a stretch and shuffled off to set up his bed roll. It didn’t take long to hear his soft snores and Wild heard Legend sigh.

“I worry about him sometimes.” Legend said quietly and Wild gave him a questioning look.

“How do you mean? Hyrule isn’t hurt is he?” Wild asked as he cast a worried glance towards the sleeping brunette.

“No he’s not hurt. But he has a tendency to over extend himself when he’s healing. It’s not healthy to use magic so frequently and to the point of exhaustion.” Legend explained, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Wild glanced away from Legend then, not wanting the other see how much that thought bothered him. He looked back though when Legend addressed him again.

“But I have the distinct feeling that’s not why you stumbled over here, now is it?” Legend ventured as he raised an eyebrow and fixed Wild with his best bored expression.

“You’re right, I came over here to see how you were doing and to apologize.” Wild said quietly and watched as Legend’s eye brow shot up towards his hair line.

“Apologize? What for?”

“For being cruel.” Wild began unsteadily. His fingers found their way back to the splint and began tugging at it.

“I can see why you did what you did. I doubt the decision was made lightly and I...”

“Stop.” Legend said suddenly sitting upright and making a sharp motion with his hand in a gesture that matched his words.

“You have nothing to apologize for. The choice I made was mine and mine alone. I did what I foolishly thought was right, I broke your trust and for that alone I don’t deserve your apology.” Legend said harshly before continuing.

“I won’t apologize, words won’t correct the action. But what I wish to ask is for you to give me the chance to make it up to you.” Legend started and paused a moment before continuing.

“I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I promise I will gain your trust again.” Legend said finally as he cast his gaze back to Wild and waited for his response. Wild blinked owlishly at Legend. That had been unexpected to say the least and he found himself struggling to find an answer. He pondered over Legend’s words for a moment before he nodded mutely unable to find the words.

“Then it’s settled and I don’t want to hear another word of it.” Legend said and once again Wild found himself nodded his agreement.

“Alright! Soups on!” Wind cried out excitedly and Wild watched as Twilight jerked awake violently and slapped at the ground where Wild had once been sitting.

“Some guard dog you are Twi,” Legend snorted as he accepted his bowl of gray stew. Wild shot him a guilty wave from across the fire and accepted his own bowl. Wild eyed it for a moment before carefully bringing a spoonful to his lips. It was surprisingly edible if a bit over salted for his taste and he said as much to Wind who scoffed.

“Of course it’s edible, I made it, and you can blame Sky for the salt.” Wind said as he puffed out his chest in pride. Sky snorted from his place next to the fire and helped himself to another spoonful of the stew. Legend eyed the stew and took a spoonful from his own bowl and shrugged.

“I suppose this could be worse. You did a pretty okay job squirt.”

“Such high praise, be careful I don’t know if Wind’s ego can handle it.” Twilight snarked from the other side of camp. Both Legend and Twilight smiled into their bowls as Wind rolled his eyes took his seat next to Sky. Wild had to suppress his own smirk at that and he slowly took another bite of stew.

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Wild watched as the others finished off their stew. While the conversation wasn’t very lively it still had a calming affect on him. He had set down his half eaten bowl of stew about an hour ago and had taken his place next to Twilight once more. Twilight had scooted over for him, and offered him a warm smile as Wild sat and Wild felt warmth unspool in his heart. After the long day they had it was nice to have the company of family around. The sound of the crackling fire mixed well with the murmur of their voices and he felt his eye lids droop and his head dip.

“It is a beautiful night. Perfect for relaxing with friends” a hateful voice sneered out from just in front of him.

Wild’s eyes shot open and he lurched to his feet. His eyes darted around the still camp for a moment before they fell onto the back of Dark Link who was sitting in front of the fire.

“You, how...” Wild snarled as his eyes looked frantically around towards the others. The whole scene was bizarre everything seemed in motion but stagnant all at the same time, it was jarring to say the least.

“Don’t bother looking for help from them. You aren’t actually awake right now.” Dark said lazily and he jabbed a stick into the fire and watched the sparks fly into the air. Wild felt his eyes glaze over with confusion and he took a closer look around at the others.

They were all sitting around the fire all seemingly frozen in place as they held their various conversations. Wild took a closer look at Twilight who had his hands outstretched in some dramatic gesture as he apparently told some story of his to the others. Wild bent forward and waved a hand in front of his eyes. Nothing happened. Looking around they all seemed to be the same way. Sky was in the middle of showing Four how to carve what looked like a flower of some sort. Wind, Warriors and Legend stood over the cooking pot looking down at the remnants of the stew. Time was leaning up on the stump next to Hyrule who looked about five minutes away from drifting off again. It was eerie and very off putting to see them all so close to Dark and them not even realizing it. He was about to turn around to look at Dark again and stopped, he saw himself laying down just behind him, his scared and bruised face slack with sleep. Wild couldn’t wrap his mind around it, it was just too weird.

“You’re awfully quiet back there, what’s the matter?” Dark drawled calmly as he rose and turned to face Wild. Dark still wore Wild’s appearance, though it was a much cleaner, less beat up version of himself. Wild felt anger bloom in his chest at the sight. Dark just stretched and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Wow, in the light you look way worse than I thought. Maybe the problem is that you’re too broken to speak? Which I have to admit could be a problem.” Dark chuckled and Wild felt himself bristle despite himself.

“Must you wear my semblance like a cloak?” Wild sneered as he eyed Dark Link up and down. The other just snorted and shook his head.

“It’s not like I have my own appearance, and anyway it makes you upset.” Dark taunted.

“Or maybe you’re just a coward.” Wild snipped back and smiled when Dark glared at him.

“Careful with that talk, I have very little patience for back chat.” Dark said with a warning air. Wild lifted his chin in a show of defiance but kept his mouth shut for now. He wanted to know what Dark wanted though he had an idea.

“I was curious, have you thought about our little deal?” Dark asked and Wild couldn’t help rolling his eyes. Dark gave him a flat look eyes burning like the hot coals in the fire.

“I’m not used to you being this direct. Where’s the mystery? The subterfuge? Honestly I expect more from you.” Wild leered and he could tell that he was frustrating Dark. His heart fluttered at the thought and he wondered just how far he could push him.

“If you like I could make this more interesting. Maybe I could slit someone’s throat? Bathe this pathetic camp in their blood maybe? Really paint the town.” Dark bit out dangerously as he took a step towards Wind. Wild felt his breath hitch at the thought.

“If you do that I will make it my life’s mission to keep you alive long enough to feel your skin being removed.” Wild said so quietly that he wasn’t sure if he had actually spoken. Dark raised an eyebrow but stopped moving.

“Oh ho, that’s awfully monstrous of you. I thought heroes were meant to be above such heinous acts?” Dark asked with a toothy grin, his eyes flared with some unreadable emotion.

“I may be a hero, but for you I would make the acceptation.”

“So you consider yourself a hero now? what a novel idea.” Dark drawled as he stepped forward and lifted his own chin in a mimicry of Wild.

“And here I thought you wanted to talk deals, not a poor attempt at head games,” Wild sneered and straightened focusing a hard gaze on the interloper. Wild wasn’t altogether sure where this new found confidence in his hero status came from but he revealed in it nonetheless. To protect the others he would become anything to ensure their safety and if that meant he was a hero, than so it be it.

“Tell me champion have you made a decision or not?” Dark challenged eyes narrowing as he took a menacing step forward. Wild felt his heart begin to hammer away in his chest and forced himself to stand firm. This was his chance to buy time and he was going to make damn sure he didn’t waste it.

“I have considered the deal, and might I say I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested.” Wild began, he didn’t miss how Dark’s eyes seemed to flash with delight at his words. Wild swallowed back the bitter taste in his mouth and continued his thought.

“However, how can I make a choice when you’ve given me nothing to prove that you will follow through on your promise.” Wild asked and he watched as Dark’s expression hardened. Wild shook off his nerves the best he could before he soldiered on.

“So far all you’ve done is have me beaten within and inch of my life, threatened and kept me weak and sleep deprived with your little games.” Wild said as he ticked off each point on his fingers. “honestly it doesn’t give me much confidence in your word.” Wild finished with a sardonic raise of his eyebrow. Dark stopped short, head tilting as he pondered.

“A show of good will? It’s not really my style kid.” Dark said with a sneer. Wild shrugged letting a small smile grace his scarred face before he answered.

“What can I say, I have trust issues.”

Dark shot him a sour look and licked his lips. Wild only stared making sure to keep his expression mild and bland.

“Tell you what, I like your spirit kid. How about you tell me just what you want to show that I will follow through on my word.” Dark asked slowly and Wild felt his smile grow slightly as he thought. It was time to make a play and he hoped it would work.

“Heal me.” Wild said after a minute of exaggerated pondering on his part.

“Not going to happen.”

‘Perfect.’

“Then there is no deal.” Wild sneered his face screwing up into a mask of scorn as he made to turn his back on Dark. It was a bit of a risky move for his taste but he was banking on the hope that Dark wanted him on his side for whatever reason. There was a dark chuckle and he heard the crunching foot steps as Dark Link moved closer. Wild shot him a glare from over his shoulder and Dark gave him look he was sure was meant to be friendly and open but came off as frustrated and slightly constipated.

“Look, kid, if I healed you what’s to say you wouldn’t just run off and make plans to destroy me with those fools? That is an awful lot of trust I’d have to put into you taking this deal. You see where I am coming from?” Dark wedeled before continuing “Unless you take the deal now.” It was a struggle but Wild kept a strong hold on his facial expression and shot Dark a flat look.

“That’s not going to happen.” Wild deadpanned and felt his heart give another flutter of anxiety as he waited for Dark’s answer. His lips turned down slightly into a sneer and Wild swore he saw his eye twitch. It was clear he was frustrated but not wanted to show it.

“Then we’ve reached an impasse for now.” Dark said calmly after he seemed to get his emotions back under control. Dark leaned back on his heels and casually put his hands on his hips. After another moment he shook his head and gave a little chuckle.

“Honestly I didn’t think you would such a hard negotiator, color me impressed cub.” A cord snapped in Wild’s mind at the use of his the word ‘cub’ and his calm demeanor was washed away with the unexpected tide of his rage.

“Don’t you dare call me that.” Wild hissed whirling around and taking an angry step forward. Dark’s calm smile turned into a snarl and his eyes flared a bright red.

“I can do whatever I like,” Dark sneered back at him and raised a hand.

“and I grow tried of your insolence” He said and his raised hand turned into a tight fist.

Wild gasped and doubled over, his whole body suddenly alight as every pain senor in his body screamed that he was being ripped apart. The pain rocketed to a fevered pitch as Dark jerked his hand backward like he was opening a particularly stubborn door. Wild stumbled as he desperately tried to fight back the sudden vertigo and stay on his feet. A strangled gasp of pain erupted from his throat involuntarily and he began to cough uncontrollably.

“Look, I already told you that I like your spirit kid, but I can only handle so much disrespect and my patience wears thin.” Dark whispered into Wild’s ear and he shuddered as a fresh wave of agony brought him to his knees. He was unable to speak, unable to move and it was a struggle to just draw breath between his choked coughing. It felt like his ribs were being twisted and broken into splinters as his head was being split open all at the same time.

“Time grows short and I fear I have to leave you for now. I suggest you make your choice soon, I grow weary of waiting.”

Wild was just able to lift his head to look at Dark and he felt tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Dark glared down at him and waved his hand in a clear dismissal. Shadows seeped into his vison and felt himself sinking to the ground as his muscles turned to chu jelly. Wild gave a choked gasp as another tidal wave of pain ripped through him and stole his breath. His vison finally began to tunnel and went black and he welcomed the release. But just as his vision failed him, he could have sworn he saw Sky’s eyes flicker towards him, though that could have just been a trick of the dying light.

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Wild jerked awake to the feeling of someone shaking him. He let out a small choked cry of pain and curled in on himself. His ribs were on fire and it compounded with the stabbing pain of bruised and torn skin. It took a moment for him to notice that whoever had shaken him awake was also talking to him. His mind scrambled over broken thoughts and fractured emotions and he felt out of control, unable to tell up from down let alone comprehend what was being said. Wild held up a hand signaling them to stop and wait while he tried to reorder his chaotic mind.

They complied though he could feel their nervous energy buzzing next to him. Wild focused on gathering his scattered thoughts the best he could. It was difficult and the pain seemed never ending. Another flair of pain bloomed brightly behind his eyelids and he shuddered and gasped. Distantly he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder and he realized he was letting out small whimpers as he fought through haze of pain.

“Do you need Hyrule? I can get him.”

Wild’s foggy brain tried to puzzle out who the voice belonged to, Legend maybe? It sounded like him, or maybe it was Time? Wild cracked open an eye and peered at the speaker and found to his surprise that It was Four who was sitting beside him. Wow he was really off. Wild shook his head and mouthed a quiet no when the pain dipped slightly. He felt Four shift and come to rest right next to Wild’s head.

“What do you need? Water? I can get Twilight he’s not too far.” Four babbled on and it took all of his energy to gasp out a desperate no. Wild knew Four was only trying to help but he just needed Four to shut up so he could focus on making the world feel less out of control.

“Stop... talking...” Wild gasped and Four stiffened and sat back and waited in anxious silence, his eyes never leaving Wild’s face. Wild squeezed his eyes shut again to block out the other’s gaze. Painfully he forced down large lung fulls of air and basked in the bright hot pain that lit up his world as well as acted as an anchor. When he finally choked down enough air he uncurled slightly and lifted his head. Four looked concerned and his eyes flickered with the fire light. Wild bit back another groan of pain and gestured for Four to come closer. Four complied and mutely Wild pointed to his slate that was sitting a few feet away. Four retrieved it quickly and handed it to him. Wild nodded his thanks and quickly opened the slate and pawed through the contents.

“What are you looking for?” Four asked as he leaned over to look with him.

“Herb,” was Wild’s only response as his finger finally alighted on what he was so desperately searching for. In a flash of blue Wild held a small bundle of Hyrule herb. He tore at the leaves and ripped off a few and popped them in his mouth. Four looked from the sad looking plant in Wild’s hand’s and back to Wild who was methodically chewing.

“What’s that supposed to do?” He asked and Wild gave a few more chews before he swallowed with a grimace at the bitter aftertaste.

“You can add it to food and it increases it’s healing potential. But I’ve found that if you eat it raw it has a bit of a numbing effect.” Wild explained hoarsely and he ripped off some more leaves.

“Does it only numb your mouth?” Four asked his eyes shimmering purple in the light before shifting to a crimson.

“What if you bite your tongue off?” He asked wide eyed almost as an after thought. Wild blinked at him, confused by the sudden shift in the conversation.

“Think of it as a very mild pain reliever, it’s enough to take the edge off.” Wild said taking the last of the leaves off the stem and tossed the remnants away.

“I don’t think I’ll bite my tongue off, at least it hasn’t happened yet.” He said as he finished off the last of leaves with a shiver, as the last of the bitter plant made it’s way down his sore throat. Four nodded pensively and toyed with the tassel attached to the pummel of his sword.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly and Wild gave a noncommittal shrug.

“Well, what we’re you dreaming about? It must have been bad, you started writhing around and I was worried you were having a seizure or something so I went to wake you. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Four said in a rush and Wild chewed at his lip.

He didn’t know what would be safe to tell the other. He really didn’t want to mention that Dark was in camp if he didn’t have to. He couldn’t even be sure he was actually there or of it just another one of those illusions Dark was so fond of and he didn’t want to cause undue stress. Not to mention he didn’t want to talk the particulars of the dream yet, considering he would then have to explain the terms of the deal to Four. No, this was not the time for that. He had the feeling he would never actually disclose that if he could help it.

“I don’t know what the dream was about, but I have the feeling it wasn’t very pleasant.” Wild said cryptically. Four squinted at him and Wild was sure he wasn’t convinced so he opted to change the subject rather than trying to think of way to talk around the subject.

“What time is it?”

“best guess, I’d say just past 3am” Four said as he cast his eyes to the sky to gauge the position of the moon. Wild nodded tiredly and leaned his head against the log behind him. He was so tired it was painful.

“Do you want to try to sleep again?” Four asked and Wild slid half lidded eyes his way.

“I’m not sure it’s entirely worth it. I haven’t had a peaceful night’s rest in days.” Wild said sadly and Four bobbed his head.

“Nightmares?” He asked and Wild swallowed hard.

“In a sense.” He replied and Four gave him an understanding sigh.

“That’s rough... Do you want me to tell you a story? When I had trouble with nightmares my uncle would tell me stories.” Four said sheepishly and Wild raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“What kind of stories?”

“Mostly nonsense, but it was more than enough for my mind to drift off.” Four said with a shrug.

Wild contemplated this for a moment. He never had anyone tell him a bed time story before, it sounded nice even if he was convinced it wouldn’t work.

“Why not? Give me your best stories,” Wild said with a tired smile.

“Alright, get comfortable.” Four said suddenly perking up and ushered for Wild to lay back down.

Wild did as he was instructed. It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do. Even with the Hyrule herb he downed he was still was in a considerable amount of pain. Wild tried his best to force it down though. Once he was settled Four scooted to his side and grabbed his hand and started to trace small circles into his palm. Wild raised an eyebrow but said nothing, in fact the light touch on his palm was rather comforting. Wild let his eyes slide shut as Four began to ramble out a story, the thread of which Wild lost almost instantly. He felt his mind drift pleasantly, though he wouldn’t exactly call it sleep, it was more like an odd kind of doze.

When he opened his eyes again it was to the brightening sky of early morning. Four was gone from his side and he could hear the sound of the camp waking up for the day. Wild groaned unhappily when he tried to turn over on his side. His head felt like it was filled with cotton and hammers and his body was just as leaden and somehow even the act of breathing was a chore. With a superhuman act of will Wild pushed himself up off the ground and wobbled his way to help pack up the camp with the others.

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dimimagines · 5 years ago

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I'm new here. It's late and I'm sorry for bugging you, but may I request soft timeskip Dimi-kun, being gentle after a battle to tend to a somewhat injured female reader?

It’s been a while since I’ve written, but I’ll do my best to write this! I hope you enjoy it!~

Timeskip Dimitri x Reader - Let me help you

After a long and bloody battle with the imperial army, it was decided that since Garreg Mach would be a long march away, and all the soldiers were exhausted and injured from the battle that had just taken place, that the army would camp for the night and march back to base the next day. So there you sat, on a mattress in your shared tent with your lover, with a bucket of water and a cloth as you wiped away the blood from your wounds gently, trying not to re-open them.

You hissed a bit in pain, unfortunately you were ambushed by another enemy while you were in combat with a swordsman, leaving a deep cut on your sides. It was nothing so severe as to land you in the medical tent, but still, something that would take time and care to fully recover from. There were of course, other minor injuries that littered your body, but you weren’t concerned about them at the present moment.

The tent flap folded open, and you shifted your gaze towards the entrance, watching your beloved enter with an exhausted sigh as he started to remove his own bloody armour.

“Tired, dear? It’s been a long day. Longer for you, I’m sure, since you have to keep track of everything and make sure all is in order before getting some rest.” You smiled at him as he made his way over towards you, taking the cloth from your hands as he started to clean your wound for you. If this was back during the academy days, he’d never personally tend to your wounds like this- he was always afraid his monstrous strength would hurt you more. He’s more controlled now, more gentle. Still doesn’t make him any less clumsy when it comes to careful handiwork, like sewing, much to your amusement and his displeasure.

“I’m doing what I believe is best for everyone. No matter how difficult it may be, I believe such efforts will pay off in time, once this war is over. But nevermind that, how are you faring? This cut is quite deep, afterall. Do you need me to get you anything for it?” His face showed pure concern, as he analyzed your injury closely, as well as looking at the other battle wounds that littered your body.

You shook your head, “I’m fine, it may be a deep cut, but nothing life threatening or that I can’t handle on my own. There are others out there who got more injured than myself. You needn’t be so worried about me, my love. Besides, what of your own injuries?” You asked, looking over his body as he tended to your own.

He chuckled, “Do not worry about me. I’m fine, I’m more concerned about you right now, afterall. Let me help you first.” You pouted at his answer, before gently lifting his shirt over his head to look at his body for yourself; he could be stubborn at times, especially when it was about his own well-being. He always did seem to care more about others rather than himself. His selflessness is one of the reasons why you fell in love with him, but at times like this, it was also his biggest flaw; a flaw that you have accepted. You would just have to look after him, if he refused to do it himself.

His eye widened in temporary shock as his shirt was pulled off, and you took the opportunity to clean some of his own injuries- they were minor scratches, but they still needed to be cleaned to prevent infection.

He chuckled at your diligence, “I know you’re worried about me, but please, allow me to patch you up first. You’re in worse condition than I am, after all. I can wait for a treatment.” He gently pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your forehead in an attempt to get you to settle down. You let out a huff before nodding in compliance. His smile grew, as he once again set to cleaning your injury.

“You always call me stubborn, and you would be right- But sometimes, I think it’s the other way around. You’re quite stubborn about caring for me.” He mused, now rubbing an ointment over the cut as carefully as he could.

“I guess the two of us are just two fools who would rather care for each other than ourselves then, aren’t we?” You joked with him, looking at him lovingly with tender and adoring eyes.

“Fools we are. But so long as you’re by my side, I suppose being a fool is not so bad.” You felt him firmly wrapping a bandage around you, it was tight enough to put pressure on the wound to prevent any further blood loss and to lower the chances of infection, but loose enough to where you could still move and breathe without any discomfort.

“You’re so cheesy at times, you know that?” You looked at him with mirth, before starting to fix his own injuries up. He hummed in contentment, feeling your hands work their way around his body, cleaning every scratch, and occasionally leaving a lingering touch with longing. His eye looked over your body once more, as you were distracted with his; he noticed that there were still some cuts that hadn’t yet been handled. He would have to fix that, wouldn’t he?

“You say that as though it’s a bad thing. But you look pretty happy right now. Or maybe that’s just because you’re distracted from the original intention of simply dressing my wounds.” He teased you, a hint of suggestiveness in his voice. Your face flushed as you gaped at him; while it was true that his body was quite the eye-pleaser, all those years of training and fighting giving him defined muscles, you hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward in regards to possible impure intentions.

“I- Well that’s- I mean… Ahem. I think you’re the one reading into it too much, hmm? All I was doing was taking care of your injuries.” You quickly broke eye-contact with him as you flusteredly tried to continue cleaning his wounds.

“It was only a jest, my beloved. I couldn’t pass up such an opportunity to tease you like this. I love seeing you react like this, it’s a side of you that’s reserved for myself.” He gently pulled one of your hands down from his body, and held it within his own, resting his forehead against yours. “It’s a very lovely side of you. Whenever I see you reacting to me in such a way, all my worries and stress go away and…” He brought your other hand to his chest, right above his heart, “It makes my heart beat faster, knowing how much you love me, as I am, despite all my faults and mistakes in the past.”

“Dimitri…” You murmured, as you pulled him into a deep, breath-taking kiss, pouring all the love you held for him into it, hoping that the one single action would be enough to convey everything he made you feel.

“You’re always so eager to take care of me, and to make sure I’m alright. I appreciate it, you’ve always stuck by my side; through thick and thin. So please, whenever you’re injured, let me take care of you, rather than you taking care of me. I’ve only handled your biggest injury so far, but I can see that there are other injuries that you have. Let me help you.” He mumbled after pulling away from the kiss, picking up the wash cloth once more, cleaning the other injuries on your body that had not yet been tended to.

All you could do was nod in agreement and allow him to take care of you; to pamper you. And when the time was right, it would be the other way around with you taking care of him. You would both help each other, and be there for the other, whether it be for things that are major or minor.

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Bring on the Mania! pt. 5

For the next two hours, they played various board games. Although there were some they had to stop halfway, such as Twister. Whenever Amane would hover one of the boys, he would gently nip on anything he could get his mouth on. This caused them to either; shudder under him, or lose balance and fall. They finally stopped when Amane tried to nibble on Epel's neck, the said boy knee him on the gut out of surprise. Lisha couldn't stop laughing at him.

Another was Old maid. Ace and Grim kept on cheating, which resulted in an argument; it would have gone physical if Valerie hadn't slapped them in the back of their heads. She then scolded them like children. They would have protested if Lisha wasn't in front of them, glaring and waiting for them to give her reason to peck them.

So here they are, playing monopoly with Ace, Jack, and Sebek taking the lead. Valerie and Deuce were tied, with Epel behind them and Amane and Grim in jail.

"This game sucks!" Grim cried out in frustration. "This isn't fair! I am the great and powerful Grim! How could I lose so many times!?"

"Not my fault you suck so hard." Ace snickered at the enraged monster.

"It's just a game; no need to throw a tantrum." Sebek remarked. Grim growled in response.

The fae took the dice, and it rolled into a four, making him ahead of everyone else. The game continued with no more complaints, but an occasional grumble from Grim. It ended with Jack being the winner.

Amane covered his, mouth letting out a yawn. All these games were boring him; he needed excitement, something to get his blood pumping. He glanced at the pillows, then an idea popped in his head.

"Hey Val, could you get me some water?" He asked the girl when he saw her standing up.

"Sure, Amane."

He smirked internally. He waited till Valerie was a few meters away from him.

Then, he struck.

The young brunette stopped in her tracks when she felt something soft collided with her back. Behind her, she could hear the cackles of a demon.

"Aw, what's wrong Vally? Can't take a hit? I know you were pampered by these boys but to this extent? Damn." He jeered, unaware of the petrified looks the rest of the boys had.

"Amane, you shouldn't have done that." Jack hissed. He cast his eyes to the girl, who slowly turned to face them.

Amane waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, it's fine. She can take it; it's just a pill-OW!"

The hetero-eyed male was suddenly knocked down to the floor. He painfully sat up and rubbed his face; it felt like a brick hit him. He looked down; it was the same pillow he used on Valerie. Slowly, he lifted his head.

Valerie had a soft smile on her face; that completely contradicted the look in her eyes. There was a fierce glint; excitement and viciousness danced within it. Then, she spoke in a soft but firm voice.

"I accept your declaration of war."

The poor man felt two pairs of hands grab his arms, dragging him all the way to the other room. On the way, he saw the rest of the guys carrying dozens of pillows in their arms.

"You boys better get ready. Cause when I get like this: mercy doesn't exist."

Her words left a cold feeling within their bodies. It sounded so sickeningly sweet it could have been poison.

They finally let Amane go once they deemed themselves secured and scolded the demon.

"Are you insane!? Do you realize what you did!?" Ace screamed at his face. Being shorter, he grabbed his shirt and brought him down to his eye level. Letting Amane get a clear view of his aggravated cherry-red eyes.

"U-Uh...W-What did I do?" Amane stammered.

"Throwing that pillow at her!" Grim snapped.

"I was joking-" The incubi tried to defend himself but was cut off.

"Joke or not, she will finish what you started; and she'll make it as painful as possible." Epel shuddered.

He just stared at them bug-eyed. "What's with you guys? It's just Valerie."

"You don't know Valerie as we do." Sebek chimed in. "To her, this is a declaration of war, one that she will win."

"She's always been competitive; she never goes back at a challenge. No matter how impossible it seems. She's stubborn like that." Jack added.

"Valerie will do whatever it takes to win. She isn't above using physical pain to get it." Deuce explained.

"You saw the way she dug her nails into you to comply with her demand; that should have been your warning." Deuce looked at him expectantly.

He thought back at times when she did that, his body went rigid. The boys nodded knowingly when it all clicked to the midnight haired male.

"Valerie may appear harmless, but she's just as dangerous." Jack continued.

"Oh fuck, what are we going to do?" Panic set in Amane's voice as he thought of dozens of ways that Valerie could torture them.

"Only thing we can do." Ace announced, picking up a pillow, cocking it like a gun.

"Try and survive her reign of terror."

They armed themselves with as many pillows they can hold and slowly creep back into the lounge. Sebek peeked inside, noticing the girl wasn't there; he signaled the rest to follow him.

"Where is she?" Asked Grim.

A sweet giggle answered his question and formed a circle.

"Alright, come out, Val!" Epel hollered. That just earned him more giggles. Everybody raised their pillows, trying to anticipate where she might strike.

"Is she always like this when someone challenges her?" Amane hissed.

"You're lucky a food fight didn't happen today." Sebek shuddered. "It happened last week. So many were lost."

"Ehhh!?"

"He meant that they were in the infirma-RY!" Deuce clarified when a pillow hit his face, hard.

Panic surged through their bodies. Shit, it's starting.

"Ready yourselves! We've got a war to win!"

As soon as those words left Epel's lips, small pink and brown blurs zip through.

Grim was their first target. Lisha swooped to the ground and grabbed the cat monster by her talons.

"GAHH!!" She threw him high enough for Valerie to get a clean hit. The poor monster crashed into the wall, unconscious.

Amane froze in shock at what he witnessed. "Oh, shit."

They scrambled for cover, realizing that their current position left them open. Unfortunately, Valerie was faster.

She nimbly moved her way to Epel, the said boy raised his pillow to strike her, but she threw one at his face. Valerie delivered a swift jab on the gut, causing the boy to clutch his stomach in pain. He didn't get enough time to recover when Valerie smacked a pillow across his face. Just like that, he was out.

Sebek charged at her side, holding his pillow high. However, Lisha flew right in his face, obstructing his view. Sebek could taste Lisha's feathers in his mouth, prompting him to spit some out. Unfortunately, that gave the girl enough time to land a direct kick to his chest. Once he fell on the ground, Valerie dropped another pillow on his face and stomping her foot on it.

However, she was oblivious that Ace and Deuce were at her sides, steadily moving towards her, and prepping their pillows. While the girl continued to stomp Sebek's face, all with a cute but sadistic grin on her face.

A firm but soft force repeatedly hit the opal-eyed girl. Both Heartslabyul students managed to successfully land blows on the girl, while Lisha kept Jack occupied.

"Ouch! Lisha! Not too close to the eyes!" Jack lifted his pillow to shield his face from the strix's wrath.

Valerie winced under hits; though they weren't hard, they were enough to make her head a bit dizzy. Gritting her teeth, she seized both pillows shocking, (and scaring) both boys. She harshly pulled their arms to the opposite directions, making them bash their heads together and fall unconscious.

She stopped to catch her breath when a cruel ache suddenly throbbed a the side of her head, and the next thing she knew, she was on the floor. She hissed from the impact, glancing up she saw Jack glaring down at her.

Apparently, Jack used the Aduece duo as a distraction. The wolf beastman managed to knock Lisha off somewhere far away. The strix wasn't harmed but tired and dizzy from flying circles around him. He snuck up behind her and bashed her head; the force was enough to knock her down.

The girl rolled out of the way; she sprang back on her feet before Jack could smash another pillow on her. Valerie dashed behind a chair. But not before nabbing two pillows.

"Hiding in your hole, Rabbit?" The wolf taunted.

"Better than foolishly getting myself killed." The girl retorted. She peeked over the chair to see Jack watching her. They held their gazes, waiting to make a move.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack spotted Amane snaking up to the girl. He made no sound and done a decent job getting closer to her.

Closer and closer.

Without even looking behind her, she chucked a pillow at the incubus; the force was enough for him to topple over. Unknowingly for him, he stepped on a cushion prompting him to slip and fall unconscious.

And once again, he was a lone wolf.

Jack bit his lips in irritation at Amane's sorry attempt for an ambush. Whatever happened to that fearsome demon two hours ago?

His ears twitched and muscles tensed up. Something wasn't right. He quickly swerved to the right, narrowly avoiding a kick to the face from the tiny girl.

She landed with a heavy thud on the ground. Valerie wasted no time in grabbing as many pillows as she can; throwing them at the charging wolf. The large male simply dodged them and tackled the girl. He brought her arms above her head and pinned them.

Valerie felt his hot breath on her face. Jack's face was awfully near to hers. His expression was contorted into a sneer, a deep growl rumbled in his chest. His grip on her wrists tightened as if warning her to remain docile.

'As if.' Valerie responded with a glare of her own. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed herself up to nibble on his neck.

Jack could feel a wildfire spread across his face and an uncomfortable feeling forming in his shorts when she rubbed her chest on his own and gave his neck tiny licks. The action alone made the male above froze, and loosen his hold on her.

Snatching her wrists away, Valerie wrapped her arms around his neck. Fingers lightly skimming across his skin, she could feel Jack shivering under her touch before finally found the spot. She dug her fingers harshly on that spot.

The boy above stiffen before his body becoming slack and falling on top of her. Judging by the soft snore, it looks like she found the right pressure point.

Valerie gently lifted his body enough for her to roll out. She gave herself a good stretch before surveying the entire scene and dead bodies before her.

"I win."

A/N: Sorry it took so long to write, I got caught up in school. This also my first attempt to write a fight scene, I hope this was good.

#twisted wonderland #twst #valerie kemonohito #Amane mania #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt

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