#they're just choking on their own blood at this point and trying to breathe.

[habitual-creatures]

(He sits by Frost )

I think it's best to leave them be. Obviously they don't want to stop. It's definitely interesting to see how much you care. It's a wonder how you keep yourself together

Don't... Listen...

-Mystery guest

St- ... op- ... can't- ...

Ghh-

[jjkamochoso]

Imagine… Soshiro Hoshina Finding You on the Brink of Death

Angst, Hurt/No Comfort

Soshiro Hoshina x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries, ivs, death

Part two with fluff can be found here!

It looked to be the end of the line for you. Your Defense Force suit had long overheated, leaving you exhausted and vulnerable in your solo fight against the kaiju. The oversized monster saw how weak you were, becoming even more excited at the prospect of devouring yet another human. You kept shooting its snarling face in your desperation, round after round bouncing off its armored body since you wielded no extra power. The kaiju’s tail whipped around in a flash, hitting your slow moving body in the abdomen and making your gun fly from your grip. You were now splayed on the ground, unable to run and barely able to breathe. You didn’t want to give up but things were utterly hopeless. Your communications had been down the entire time of your 1 on 1 skirmish and your team had no idea where you were, you having been separated from them for far too long at that point. The kaiju strolled over to you, an aura of bloodlust surrounding it as it snatched you up in its jaw. You had no fight left in you—you just hoped your head would go first before all your bones were snapped.

“No more dinner for you tonight, you ugly shit.”

Was that… Soshiro? He came for you? You heard the faint unsheathing of swords as your eyes closed, ready to pass out. In its anger at being disrupted, the kaiju dropped you from its mouth and you tumbled onto the asphalt. The last thing you saw was a blur of violet hair and a whole lot of kaiju blood.

It was almost totally quiet when you came to again, save for the wheezing of your labored breaths. The sun was hanging high in the hazy sky and the weather was perfect--not too hot, not chilly at all. You wondered what Soshiro was up to. Was he still fighting the kaiju? You smiled at the thought. He was always so brave, the first one to jump into action. The relief you felt when he showed up to save you was insurmountable, though you probably weren't going to survive with your extensive injuries if you didn't see a doctor soon. What you wouldn't give to see his face again for the last time. No matter, the memories that you had together were more than enough for you. Maybe it was better this way. You couldn't imagine him setting eyes on your condition right now, you didn't want to burden him with your death. You prayed to whatever spiritual guide to let you pass before someone found your body; there was no way you'd let him lecture you about being more careful as you died.

"Vice Captain! They're still alive!"

You sighed as much as your broken body would allow. With Kafka around, your peaceful death plans would have to wait.

"Y/n, stay with us. Don't fall asleep, okay?"

His kind voice, though loud, was a welcome sound. Even still, your eyes were struggling to stay open as your head lolled around, but now your body was being maneuvered by someone whose touch had become a familiar comfort--

"Soshiro," you muttered, opening your eyes to find bright purple irises boring into your own. "Did you kill it?"

"Kill it? He obliterated that thing!" exclaimed Kafka, excitedly gesticulating. "He was all, swoosh with the swords and the honju was like, ahhh! Don't dice me up! But Vice Captain was like too bad, you should've thought of that before putting your hands on my y/n-"

"That's enough, Hibino."

"Yes, sir. I'll just, uh... stand over there."

Kafka ran off without another word, leaving you in the arms of the man you loved most.

"You’re my knight in shining kaiju armor," you choked out, trying to get a laugh from Soshiro, but he wasn't having any of it as he patched up your external injuries the best he could with his field first aid kit.

"I almost lost you, y/n. You almost died because I was too slow."

"Soshiro, that's not..." The blood you coughed up mixed with the blood on Soshiro's uniform.

"I know this might be selfish of me, but I can't let you die because I can't live without you. I don't want to live a life that doesn't have you in it. I would do anything for you." He placed a large bandage on a cut on your face, letting his fingertips rest there for longer than necessary before getting back to the task at hand. "I remember you said all those years ago you would do anything for me, too. Would you please hang in there and survive this? For me? For… us?”

He was right, you did say that. It was about a year after you both joined the Defense Force. You were both underdogs and no one seemed to believe in you and your abilities, except for each other. You had bonded over being underestimated and swore to each other that you’d never leave one another behind, in anything. He very obviously made good on that promise today.

You coughed up more blood and you could see the worry and pain in Soshiro’s gaze as he looked upon you, lying in his arms like a broken doll. He so gently wiped away the tears that were falling down your cheeks.

“It-everything hurts,” you whimpered.

“I know, I know it does. But we’re gonna get you the help you need, okay?”

You didn’t respond, causing Soshiro’s heart to plummet.

“Y/n. No, no, no, you gotta wake up. C’mon, this isn’t funny,” he pleaded, tapping your face, but getting no response.

“Shit! Hibino!” he yelled, trying his best to stay composed. “We need medic right now! Y/n won’t wake up!”

“Coming right now, Vice Captain!”

Sure enough, a doctor came rushing over, immediately placing down a stretcher. Soshiro loaded your unmoving body onto the hard plastic and he couldn’t help but think of how fragile you looked. Normally you were such a bright light in his life and a formidable ally not easily defeated, but right now, you looked one step from death’s door. He and Kafka dropped you off in an ambulance, ivs immediately being pumped into your veins. As those doors closed, Soshiro getting one last look of the love of his life, he prayed to whoever would listen that the door hadn’t closed on the opportunity to tell you how he truly felt.

PART TWO

[lodeddiperactivate]

Aftercare

A/N: I don't really put warnings on shorter fics unless they're full length ones, and I do have a general MDNI rule on my pinned post but I thought that this particular Rafe fic need its own set of warnings. Also, I saw the first part somewhere which then gave me the idea for the entire fic. If you know where it's from, pls let me know!

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, dark!rafe but he has soft moments after sex, male receiving oral, filming sex

"You're so mean to me," you pouted at Rafe who was trying to look for a shirt to put on.

"Yeah, well you get off to it so what's your point?"

That's actually true, you thought to yourself but you also thought, wouldn't your boyfriend indulged you at least once in a while if you ask him to at least be nice for a change and maybe show some support? You decided to tease him further just as you saw Barry approaching.

"Hey Barry!" You enthusiastically called out to him. Rafe immediately shot you a look, which you responded with a smirk.

"What do you think of this new dress?" You twirled for him with so much glee you could hear and feel Rafe's blood boiling.

"Oh princess, that's such a lovely dress!" Barry exclaimed as he placed his hand on your lower back. He has always been so flirty with you and yet he's the only guy who Rafe hasn't beaten up yet.

"Why thank you, kind sir!"

"What's the special occasion?" He leaned even closer. Barry knew what you were doing. You've done this countless times, trying to make Rafe jealous so usually he would play along.

"There's no special occasion," Rafe said. "Have you got my shit?" He asked Barry obviously pissed.

"Yes, I've got your shit," Barry said, mocking Rafe. You and Barry shared a glance. He smirked at you and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Go upstairs," Rafe has finally had it. "And wait there until we're done."

"Come on, country club, she can stay with us," Barry flirted.

"Yeah, maybe I can-"

"Go, now!"

You pouted and said your goodbyes to Barry before going upstairs in his room and waiting. It was a couple of minutes before you hear Barry's motorcycle. Then, footsteps coming up the stairs. You prepared yourself for whatever version of Rafe you're going to face.

As soon as he walked in the door, he walked around the bed, carefully eyeing you. You didn't know what to do so you just sat there.

"Is that what you want? To whore yourself in front of Barry?"

"Oh come on, that's not what I was doing," you said as you stood up and walked towards him.

He pushed you back with so much force that you landed back on the bed.

"Ow! Rafe, what the-"

Rafe quickly wrapped his hands around your neck, his face inches away from yours, breathing heavily down on you as he slowly tightened his grip. You started to choke but could not help noticed the wetness starting to pool down below.

As if reading your mind, Rafe used his other hand to feel just how wet you are. He brought his hand down to rub the fabric of your panties before lifting it up to taste you. He smirked at you and pushed you back on the bed with so much force. He started taking his shirt off and his pants, so you naturally and instinctively took your clothes off as well but Rafe stopped you.

"You're not gonna cum unless I want you to," as he grabbed you by the hair and brought you to your knees. His cock inches away from your face. "You know what to do."

You sucked him out of fear, out of lust, out of excitement, who knows? What you knew is that Rafe had a grin plastered on his face the whole time.

"I knew you were a slut but damn, I believe you may also be a masochist," he said as he leaned closer so that your faces are inches away from one another.

"Open." You opened your mouth. "Stick your tongue out," which you did. Rafe then spit in your mouth and you swallowed. "At least I know there's one thing you would obey," he said as you proceeded to suck him.

"Please," you breathed. You needed some kind of friction that you started rubbing your clit while sucking him off.

Rafe smirked at you, took out his phone, and started taking a video of you sucking him while you're rubbing your clit. "Yeah, you're gonna whore yourself out to Barry. Well, maybe I'll send this lovely video to him so he can jerk off to it."

That statement made you moaned through Rafe's cock. You fingered yourself quickly and took as much as you can of Rafe, his full length.

"Oh? You like that huh?" You tried to reply but your mouth was full.

"I know you," Rafe said as he had chunks of your hair in a grip. "I know what you want, what makes you wet," he said as you feel him jerk in your mouth, you know he's close to cumming. "I know everything about you, and you're mine," Rafe groaned as he cummed all over your mouth. "Mine," he said as he grunted, disposing his seed into your mouth.

You collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and the sheer force Rafe had used on you. You couldn't help it as you drifted off to sleep right then and there.

When you woke, you noticed it was night time and the room was dimly lit. You also noticed that you were now wearing different clothes, comfier ones. They were Rafe's, an oversized shirt and boxer shorts. You were no longer wearing your panties.

On the bedside table, there is a glass of water and some of your favorite chocolates. Your favorite scent was on the diffuser, and the blinds were already drawn. For a moment, you completely forgot where you are and what happened earlier.

"Hey," Rafe said softly as he poked his head through the door. He then came in with a sandwich on a plate and some soda.

"Hey," you croaked. He smirked as he set the tray beside you. "I see you're still sore from earlier, yeah?"

You didn't respond, you tried to move your body and realized that he was right, your entire body was sore.

"Did I fall asleep after?"

Rafe cuddled beside you, pulling you closer, and stroking your hair. You were so tired that you naturally leaned in and rested your head on his chest.

"Yes, you did." Rafe said, you detected a hint of guilt in his voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry if I was too rough."

"You were kinda rough, but it's okay baby," you assured him. He wasn't convinced. He turned to face you and looked you in the eye, "I never want to hurt you, got that?"

"I know," you kissed him and smiled at him.

"And to show you I'm serious, I am going to be 100% nice to you!"

"But then you wouldn't be the Rafe I fell in love with?"

OBX masterlist

[callmelyc]

Back thinking about Oracle Lance but this time it's him foreseeing Keiths betrayal to him and instead of trying to stop it he aids him in secret bc lance trust Keith more than anyone else and if his betrayal is lurking it must be for a reason (it is)

Lance is an oracle for the empire, his job is simple and to the point: have visions and make sure they're as detailed as possible.

He is to be alone, to be nothing but a tool in hopes he can turn the future to their favor. That all changes when Keith comes into the picture.

Keith is Lances new guard, his servicer if you will. His job is to keep eyes on lance 24/7, make sure he shares every vision he has, every inkling of divine intervention and wisdom.

But to Lance, Keith is so much more. He's his confident, his first real friend here and though Keith has never seen his face due to the veil magicked onto his face, Lance is so sure he feels Keith looking right into his eyes everytime they talk. Usually people will look past him, a select few will even look down in respect. But Keith? Keith has never feared meeting lances eyes even though they're hidden away.

It doesn't take long for Lance to fall in love with him. The realization hits like a tidal wave and with it his visions become clearer than a sunny day. They grow in power, in detail and lance has never felt so much pure quintessence race through his veins.

He doesn't tell the empire his visions have changed in strength least they take Keith away. Because if they discovered he did the one thing he was never to do, they'd have hell to bring down upon him.

Lance was never to be in love. He was never to hold lust in his heart. Yet here he was lusting after a man sent to guard him and keep him in check.

The day he accepts his love, Lance is sitting with Keith in his private gardens. The vision that hits him is harsher than anything he'd had so far.

In it he foresees something that leaves him gasping for breath: Keith's betrayal.

There's fire, the smell of smoke and screams for an intruder.

/"Capture him!"

"The emperor is dead!"

"Kill him"/

Blood on a blade, blood on pale hands, blood seeping through the slice on lances back....and purple eyes looking at him with a fierce determination

/"I'm sorry"

"No ....you aren't"/

"Lance?" Keith voice sounds so far away and concerned but lance can't break free from the cold taking over his veins.

/"You're right ....I'm not."/

"lance! Lance what's wrong-"

Lance chokes as he snaps free from it all, reality bringing him back to earth in a snap. He knows he's shaking, he knows Keith is concerned but all lance can think about is this:

If Keith is here for a reason, if Keith is to take this empire down then all Lance can do is give his aid. Because above all else he trusts Keith more than anyone, including the empire.

"I'm ok- just a vision"

Keith's hands grip his arms, it's steadying in its own way though it has no right to be after lance learned Keith would kill him.

"what did you see?"

If lance didnt know any better, he'd almost think Keith was genuinely concerned. "I saw the emperor, leading all to glory."

Lance watched Keiths face force itself into neutrality hoping the lie was enough

"Is that so?"

"Yes..." He takes Keith's hand squeezing it "in three full moons, everything will change."

He hopes it's hint enough, that Keith will understand that's the time he has left.

and their evening ends with Lance aware that his remaining moments with this man will be all he has left to love him.

+ lore notes 🎉 bc I've really thought about this ver alot (I have a second ver in my head somewhere this one's winning out)

-It's fantasy vld au

-Keith is a blade/part of the resistance that goes undercover to get Intel and ends up with the job of taking down the empire from the inside (he is not the only one planted there)

-lance doesn't have a family because the empire scopes out people born with the Oracle talents and scoops them away to raise them brainwashed from the start.

-lance was trained by the empire druids and is one of the only oracles not regularly punished by them bc he stays in his lane

-lance learned very early on to always say exactly what they want to hear so he always words his visions in just the right amount of vague details that it satisfies them and also isn't a full lie

-when he tells Keith the emperor will lead all to glory he purposefully leaves out who will be the one to do so bc he knows Keith will be the one the ppl look up to once all is said and done even if he refuses to be an emperor

-shiro having been a prisoner of the druids long ago, does not trust Lance bc he sees the oracles as extensions of the druids

-oracles are just quintessence sensitive beings that can't control it. Druids have tried and failed to turn them into proper alchemist and those they try have died.

-lance is heavily watched bc of this also, he's the remaining one with enough strength to be of interest. Had Keith and the rebellion not come he'd have been the next experiment attempt

[rebel-walnut]

Let's Do The Time Warp Again

Steddie Season 3 time travel fic, Part 2

Ao3, Pt. 1, Pt.3, Pt.4

Eddie's dying. Screaming, maybe. He doesn't think he has enough energy for it though, his eyelids already too heavy to stay open. There's so many sets of hands covering his chest, his neck, his whole body really. They're all going back to their owners bloody and red with the stuff that's supposed to probably stay inside Eddie, but he's choking on enough of it right now that he'd be perfectly content with it staying outside his body forever.

His fingers light up in pins and needles and travel up past his wrists, overwhelming the rest of his body. He feels someone glance their fingers against his cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, with a soft press of something to his forehead, before the tingly sensation pulls all feeling away from him. There's a dropping feeling like he's falling, wind all around him, and bright red behind his eyelids.

And then nothing. Save for the pins and needles that begin to fade into nothingness too.

Except that Eddie opens his eyes and is greeted by a severe lack of grim reapers, and an overwhelming amount of neon lights and screaming children. 

The tingling wipes itself from his fingertips and is replaced instead by his usual anxious shakiness as Eddie rapidly blinks his eyes into his new surroundings. Only thing is, they're not new at all. He's behind the stickered wooden counter of his old gig at Hot Wax Records that he had to drop after the mall blew up. Or burnt down, whatever. Point is, the mall is very much still standing. More important possibly, Eddie is fucking alive. 

He grips the counter hard enough to splinter and digs his nails into the palm of his free hand, willing himself to- what. Wake up? Go back to being dead? Doesn't matter if you ask him, all Eddie knows is that either he was tripping incredibly hard off his ass for what seemed like a year, or all that fucked up alternate dimension D&D-come-to-life-bullshit was actually real. He's not sure which he's more inclined to believe.

He scratches his nails into the wood of the counter top again, stabilizing himself before he faints or his knees give out, other hand traveling everywhere he still feels the fantom sickly stick of his own blood. Despite his finger tips coming away dry from his torso, Eddie can't help the panic rising in his chest. His hand finds its way to his throat, feeling for his pulse and the swell of his breath. Still no blood. Heart still beating. Good.

His breaths are coming out raggedy and forced as a flash of blue from outside the door catches his attention, the man in the bright costume spinning around in a similarly frenzied state to mirror Eddie's own.

Eddie's hallucinating. Or dreaming. Because no goddamn way did he get blasted to a year ago, but more reasonably no way is King goddamn Steve Harrington standing in front of him in an honest to God sailor costume with sinfully short shorts, and possibly lip gloss. And blonde highlights. 

Hallucination-sailor-Steve is staring at him like Eddie's the answer to all his problems, like Eddie's pitiful half panic attack that he's currently having will help Steve at all. Yet, Eddie finds himself shifting towards Steve on instinct just as Steve does the same.

"Eddie?" 

It comes out almost inaudible from where Eddie's standing, but he recognizes the shape of his name nonetheless. Especially when it's coming out of hallucination-sailor-Steve's mouth. Eddie drops the hand that's been slowly tightening around his throat, still staring shock-eyed and slightly disbelieving at Steve.

It takes Eddie a couple tries to get his mouth around the word, trying and failing to push past the blood from another life that's clogging his vocal cords. He finally gets out a hushed "Steve?" that he's almost certain hallucination-sailor-Steve couldn't have heard, but apparently it's enough to spring Steve into action.

Steve's at the counter in seconds, hands reaching for Eddie and then halting in a half aborted grab, his eyes equally reaching for everything Eddie had to offer.

"Are you-" Eddie starts, not sure where to go with that. Steve makes another half gesture towards Eddie, not quite something that would've been a hug but maybe more of an urgent grab. His eyes are dead serious and deep with a complexity Eddie has never seen before. It would be enchanting if they weren't in a possibly life threatening scenario.

"What do you remember?" Steve asks, all seriousness and hard edges. Eddie gets himself around the side of the counter on wobbly legs, getting as close to Steve as he can without them touching.

"I- I was dying. Or maybe I died, I don't know. Whatever happened when I was bleeding out from a bunch of demon-bat bites," Eddie swallows hard at his own reminder, "I swear it happened in '86, and definitely not while I was working at a mall that I'm pretty sure shouldn't be standing right now." 

Eddie waits for Steve to give him a weird look, a look that says what the fuck, freak? You think you're a time traveler? Or maybe he just expects hallucination-sailor-Steve to finally disappear into gossamer and mist and leave Eddie to pick up the pieces of his likely DMT fuelled year long psychotic break.

Instead, probably unsurprisingly, Steve just looks at him with understanding while his brow knits itself a little closer together. A grimace of unfortunate understanding, if you will.

"So we're in the same boat, then," Steve grits out with his eyes still searching Eddie's. Eddie can't help the snort that escapes him despite his current state of panic.

"No way the first thing you do is make a sailor pun after we find out we literally just fucking time travelled, dude."

Steve's brow furrows impossibly tighter as he fights back his own smirk.

"Not the point. We need to figure out how to get back. Or at the very least, what to do if we're stuck," Hallucination-sailor-Steve is back to his serious face, all urgency and end-of-the-world scowl. Eddie's stomach lurches at the thought of being stuck back in time, his hands subconsciously reaching for stability on Steve's arms. Steve pulls his arms back like he's been burned before Eddie even touches him, panic threading through his features.

"Wait!" Steve shouts over the sound of the sting of rejection in Eddie's palms, but the fear in his voice is enough to push Eddie's personal problems aside for a moment. "Aren't we not allowed to touch each other?" Eddie's confused and skeptical glance is enough to get Steve to keep talking. "I mean like- in time travel movies and sci-fi shit, you're not supposed to touch or talk to your other self and all that. It fucks with the space-time contin-whatever the hell."

Eddie blinks for a moment at the pure sight that is Steve Harrington in a sailor costume explaining sci-fi nerd shit to him. Maybe dreams do come true. Regardless, Eddie says, "Yeah, but we're not the same person. Besides we came here together I think, so it should be fine. Right?" 

Eddie is 100% not confident in this theory, still pretty confident, but he'd rather explode into a million timey-wimey bits than never be able to touch Steve in this universe. Plus, maybe touching each other will send them back to their proper timeline. It's such a convincing theory that Eddie tells Steve as much.

Steve sighs the most dramatic sigh Eddie has ever heard in his life that didn't come from Eddie's own mouth. "Yeah, you're right. We should rule it out, or at the very least see if it does anything," Steve says as he tentatively raises his hand up between them, palm facing Eddie. He quirks an eyebrow at Eddie, gesturing for him to do the same.

Eddie pulls his shaking hand up an inch away from Steve's own, palms facing each other. They both take in a shuddering breath, Steve giving a silent nod to Eddie before gently pressing their skin together.

Eddie waits to explode. He waits for the walls to crack and shatter, a red chasm of nightmares opening beneath him. He waits for his insides to become his outsides, for the world to snap into darkness and leave him behind. Instead, he only feels the gentle warmth of Steve's hand against his.

They both release their breath at the same time, a timid laugh escaping Steve's lips with his breath. Eddie breaks into his first smile since his death, and against his better judgement, laces his fingers between Steve's. Steve doesn't make any move to dislodge him. The euphoria of not spontaneously combusting is short lived as Steve's face turns grim once again.

"We need to get back to Scoops and fill Robin in."

"Buckley's here too?" 

Steve doesn't bother answering Eddie's question, just turns to the exit of the record store. For the moment, Eddie doesn't bother asking again. Fully content to let himself be led somewhat frantically through a mall that shouldn't exist with probably-not-a-hallucination-sailor-Steve's hand warmly in his.

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Working on the next part! This may end up being a full length fic, in which case it will also be up on my ao3 which I will link once its up. Thanks for reading!

EDIT: Now on Ao3 HERE

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Neverending Pain

Pairing:Thomas x gender neutral reader

Summary:When Thomas catches you hurting yourself, he holds you while you cry.

⚠️ Self harm ⚠️

I never feel good about myself. Not anymore. I don't think that I remember the last time I could stand myself. There's so much self resentment that I can never get rid of, no matter how much I actually want to.

I know that it wouldn't make sense to others so I never actually tell anybody. What good would that do?

I barely get it sometimes. Everybody else is fine with their life, is content. Everybody else is thankful that they're alive.

I don't want to die, but if I was in the way of a bullet I wouldn't be eager to move. I would just be like well, this is my fate, and there's nothing I can do about it. Even if there absolutely is, I would lie to myself the way I lie to people who care about me.

Hurting myself is the only solution now. It's the only way I can barely keep holding on.

I barely feel it anymore. The cuts on my thighs. I don't even care about them.

I don't feel worthy of good things, and I don't think I ever will again.

So I do this. I drag a blade across my skin. It's easier than saying I’ve got a problem and don't know how to cope properly with it. This is how I cope.

I had my shorts on as I kept doing it over and over. The towel was already by my side so I wouldn't stain anything. I don't want my problem to be somebody else's.

The blood bubbled up to the surface the way my emotions were begging to.

I don't know how to let them. I don't know how to do anything anymore.

“Y/N?”

Freezing at Thomas's voice, my heart stopped. I know the storage room doesn't belong to me, but my secret space felt invaded, like it was taken over. Every part of me wanted to scream in frustration that he didn't belong here, that this place belonged to me. That what I do in here isn't anyone's business, even his.

“Y/N,”He said louder, shutting the door behind him.

I reluctantly dropped the blade to the ground as I still didn't look up. I don't want to see the confusion or disappointment or whatever it is, and I don't want him to tell me to stop. This is fine. I could be killing myself. Isn't this better?

“Y/N, look at me,”He quietly pushed.

Despite his words sounding like a request, he pressed his palms to my cheeks, making me. His eyebrows were furrowed in hurt at the realization of what I had been doing to myself.

“It's not a problem,”I denied.

“Y/N-”

“This is fine. This is okay, okay? This is fine for me to do.”

“Y/N-”

“It's my skin, and if I want to cut it I should be able to. If I want to hurt myself, it shouldn't matter. Not to anybody.”

“Y/N-”

“Everyone can just ignore it, the way we all ignore what happened to us. The way we ignore everyone who died. We can just keep pretending it's fine, the way we pretend we haven't lost everyone.”

“Y/N-”

“It's fine, it's fine, it's fine! This is fine!”I insisted, pulling my face away. Covering it with my hands, I started sobbing into my palms, ignoring the blood dripping to the floor, no doubt leaving a mark that would never leave.

Everybody else is gone though. Everybody and I’m here, feeling like less than a shell of a person.

“I’m sorry,”I choked out through cries.

“It's okay, it's okay,”He soothed, his own voice cracking. Moving closer, he kept repeating those words as he held my shoulders.

“It's not. It's not okay. Nothing is okay,”I pointed out.

“It's okay. It's okay,”He whispered, placing his hands over mine. As my tears spilled I pressed my forehead against his. I could hear his heavy breaths as he was trying to be strong, which only made me cry harder.

“It's okay. It's okay,”He repeated.

“It's not. It's not okay, Thomas. Nothing has been okay for so long, and I can't make it stop. The pain never leaves,”I said through shaky breaths.

“This isn't the answer. This won't make it leave.”

“But it feels fine. Everything is fine when I do it,”I tried to explain.

“But what about after? What about now? What's okay now?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,”I repeated, wrapping my arms around him. Burying my face in his shoulder, I soaked his shirt. Holding me back, he put a hand behind my head and one on my back, keeping me as close as possible.

“It hurts, Thomas. It always hurts,”I whispered.

“I know, but this won't make it hurt less.”

“But I can think about that pain instead of what I feel all the time. It feels better. It's like I have to.”

“You don't have to do this. You don't deserve to hurt.”

“But I do. I always do.”

“I know. I know,”He whispered.

“I can't do this anymore.”

“Can't do what?”

“Any of it. Life. I can't do it anymore.”

He didn't say anything back. He simply rubbed my back as he repeatedly kissed my forehead. I could feel his tears falling on my face but couldn't say anything about it. I was too tired, too drained.

Nothing had to be said though. Plenty could be said later, but right now, this hug was enough.

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.4 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

Smut... kinda, MDNI please xxxx

Abby jolts awake at the sound of her phone ringing. She had struggled to fall asleep earlier that night just like she had most nights since Dan. His face haunted her sleep. Sometimes it was memories from her childhood where he looked happy and carefree as they did when they were kids but sometimes his face was pale and sweaty and twisted up in pain, both physical and emotional. No matter what the dream was it always ended the same: Abby stabbing him and him choking on his own blood while he asked why? How could she do this? Every night she'd wake up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating with tears threatening to spill over her cheeks. But tonight, she didn't. She woke because her phone rang. Because you rang.

Abby looks at the number only to see its unknown and she sighs already knowing who it is.

"Do you know what time it is?" Her voice was groggy and deep from sleep and your breath hitched at the sound of her disgruntled words.

"No, isn't it 2pm?"

Abby can practically hear the grin through the phone and she sighs even harder this time.

"You're not funny."

"Yes I am don't lie, that's a sin"

"Your whole life is a sin."

"Jeez someone's grumpy."

"You wake me up at.." Abby takes the phone from her ear to look at the time. "THREE AM?? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, years ago."

"Do you enjoy being the biggest pain in my ass? Is that why you called... at 3am?

"Yes and kind of. I'm calling because I've got everything set up for you to start your part of the plan, I think we should give it a name I was thinking: Mission take over, what do you think?" Abby rolls her eyes and lays back down with the phone still at her ear.

"No, that's awful. What about.... Mission call me at 3am again and I'll kick your ass?"

"I'd like to see you try. You don't have a good track record."

"Hanging up now."

"Wait a minute, we're going to dinner tonight. Be ready 8pm sharp and dress nice."

"Anyone ever told you you're bossy?"

"Everyday of my life. It's part of my charm. Okay that was all I wanted to tell you so get some rest sleeping beauty."

"You called me at 3am to tell me we're going to dinner?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I really don't like you."

"Aw yes you do. Goodnight sunshine!" You do a loud kiss through the phone and hear her sigh before she hangs up. You giggle and put your phone down as there's a knock at your office door.

"Come in."

Richter walks in with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sits quietly and pours you both a glass.

"What's got you up at these hours?" You look at him with an unamused look.

"When am I not? And I could say the same for you."

"Fair point. I'm actually just about to head back to mine but I thought you'd want to know that Eddie rang."

You sigh and rub your forehead knowing that is never good.

"What now?"

"Cops bagged Marlow, apparently they've offered him a deal to talk."

"They always do. Do you think he will?"

"No I don't think he will, but..."

"Oh there's always a but."

"Eddie's worried, there's been more arrests recently, not all of them get charged but he's worried they're getting closer. We've went under the radar for so long now, is our luck running out?"

"It's not luck Johnny for fuck's sake. We're smart and we're careful. This. This is a rat. Come on I'll walk you out, I need to pay someone a visit."

Richter gives you a strange look but shrugs and starts walking as you follow him out.

Abby jolts awake for the second time tonight as she feels herself being shaken.

"AH WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Sorry, sorry. It's just me."

"You are fucking insane, how and why are you in my apartment at 4 in the fucking morning?"

"You have crap security we've been over this" You begin to pace at the foot of her bed. "I need a favour."

"A favour? You really think you're in a place to be asking for favours right now."

"Hey, when I came in it looked like you were having a really bad dream so er your welcome for waking you up from that. Please just listen to me this is serious." You stop and look her dead in the eyes as you say this and for the first time you notice she's not wearing anything on her top half. You can see the protrusion of her collarbones and the definition of her muscles and you don't even realise you've been ogling her until you meet her unimpressed eyes. Although she's gracious enough to not mention it, you gulp as you know you've been caught.

"Right. Well, um, I think there's a rat. Lower down of course but clearly high up enough to know a good amount about the structure of my business. More of my men have been getting arrested and some of them are getting charged. I need you to find out who the rat is so I can deal with them. Abby this is so important, I need you to find out today or this could fuck up mission: take over."

"Are you actually going to start calling it that?"

"Abby!"

"Jeez. Sorry, I will find out what's going on today."

"Oh thank god." You sit down on the bed next to her and put a hand on her strong thigh and squeeze. "Thank you, sorry for scaring the shit out of you... and waking you up... twice." You smile at her and she smiles back.

"It's okay I guess, only you could get away with this shit."

"Oh yeah?" You tilt your head and smirk at her. "Am I special?" You lean in close so your faces are centimetres apart. Abby brings a hand to your cheek and pulls you closer so your noses are practically touching. She leans in until your lips are touching.

"Yeah. You are." She lunges forward and presses her lips to yours in a hungry and desperate kiss. The shock you feel at her actions immediately subsides as want takes over. You feel her tongue licking at your lower lip, begging to be let in. You can't help but feel the need to tease so you go to pull away until her other hand finds its place on the back of your head keeping you firmly in place. She bites down on your lower lip and as you gasp she takes this as her opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. You feel completely out of control as you moan into her mouth. She pulls away for a second to raise her eyebrows at the noise you let out.

"Shut. Up." You grab her face and immediately start kissing her. Harder and more passionately this time. You straddle her hips and her hands immediately find their places on your hips squeezing so hard you expect bruises to form. You pull away from her lips and start kissing down her jaw and neck. You hear Abby almost growl and you feel her strong hands pull you away from her. You frown until you notice her hands pulling at your t-shirt. You help her by lifting your arms up and she throws the t-shirt somewhere on the floor of her room. You realise you didn't have a bra on when you see her eyeing your boobs hungrily. She looks up at you and down at them again. She grabs them and squishes them together and then kisses each nipple, she looks up with her face still resting on your chest and the sight is enough to make you cum right there and then. She gets a mischievous grin on her face.

"You have a great rack."

"Oh you just had to ruin the moment." You say giggling as you push her face away from you. She grabs you and pulls you down with her so you're laying on top of her.

"Hey I mean it."

"I will get up and leave right now." She wraps her arms tightly around your waist so there is absolutely no space between you two. "No you won't."

"Oh whatever." You go back to kissing her and her hands go back to your hips as she starts rocking you atop her. You groan into her mouth and you feel her smile into the kiss. She flips you both over and starts kissing down your neck and your chest until she reaches your left nipple. She sucks it into her mouth while making dead eye contact with you. You gasp as she pinches the right nipple and immediately swaps her ministrations. Once she's paid both nipples sufficient attention she kisses down your stomach and licks a strip back up and finishes it off with a kiss between your breasts. She shuffles down the bed and wraps her fingers round the band of your bottoms.

"Can I take these off?"

"Obviously."

She rips them down and throws them also onto the floor. She goes to kiss the hem of your underwear but stops when you thread your fingers through her soft hair.

"Wait. Come here."

"Yes boss." You giggle as she crawls back up toward your face and pull her into a messy kiss. You palm her perky breasts and roll her pink nipples between your fingers, she hisses.

"Aw is someone sensitive?" You pout at her and she smirks at you as she grabs your cheeks and squishes them together as she presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"You are so much cuter when you don't talk." She squishes your cheeks with each word she says and then leans down and bites at your neck hard enough you're sure there will be a bite mark.

"I hate you so much." She looks at you with raised eyebrows as she places a hand over your mouth firmly.

"No you don't." She moves back down your body and takes the hem of your underwear between her teeth as she slides the underwear down your thighs, You instinctively clamp your legs shut as you're exposed in front of her but she grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down flush to the bed.

"uh uh uh, come on darling, no hiding now." She echoes your words from your conversation on the balcony with a wicked grin on her face. You roll your eyes and groan into her hand. She peppers kisses and leaves bruises all over your thighs until your bite her hand.

"Oh someone's impatient aren't they?" She leans down and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit moaning as she tastes you on her tongue. She sucks your clit into her mouth for a second and then presses a quick kiss to it before she crawls back up to be face to face with you. She grabs your neck, gentler than the other times she's choked you, her intentions different this time and kisses you hungrily so you can taste yourself on her tongue. You both kiss until you have to pull away to gasp for breath and she sits up giving you the most hot look you've ever seen as she wipes her mouth with her thumb. She leans back down and presses her thumb over your lips and you happily take it into your mouth and suck. She moans as she feels your tongue swirling around her thumb and sucking, hard. She pulls it out with a pop and smears the spit over your lips and chin. She bites her lip and flashes a devilish grin before she begins to get up and pull her top off the ground as she puts it on over her head.

"What are you doing?"

"That's what you get for waking me up in the middle of the night... twice." She goes to walk out the room but turns back and looks at you. "And for shooting me." As she walks out of the room you throw your head back in frustration and begin trailing your hand down your body to your heat. Abby appears back in the doorway with two bottles of water and an unimpressed look on her face. She pulls you by your foot to the end of the bed and brings her face inches to yours.

"Don't even think about it."

She drops a bottle of water onto the bed for you and you throw yourself back in frustration as you hear Abby laugh as she walks away.

"Fucker."

psa: sorry sorry i had to do it, going back and editing these now i've decided to actually post has been fun. Hope you enjoyed whoever has made it this far and more action is coming i promise, in more ways than one... ;). New chapters coming soon because i love this story and Abby is perf <3 okay byeeee

[gothbass]

(Images mostly from Pinterest)

One Of Us (Pt. 3)

★ Rhea Ripley x [afab] Reader

Warnings: 18+ [vamp!rhea x vamp!reader], immediate smut, silicone strap-on, continued odaxelagnia, bloody makeout sesh, praise, lyric reference [On Accident — Nico Collins], [sadist!rhea x masochist!reader], choking (kink), mention of aftercare (cliffhanger).

Word count: 845.

As she eyes you up and down, you carefully lower yourself onto the silicone—almost choking on the hitch in your throat as you do so. Rhea, dominating as she is, takes the lead through bucking her hips upward to push into you.

Within merely a few minutes, her force increases, causing you to cover your mouth—as to not be too loud. Though, this attempt is short-lived. Rhea forces your hand away from your mouth (and holds it in hers against the headrest of the swivel chair). As a replacement, she covers your mouth with her own—muffling any moans either of you release. In other, more blissful words, she aids in muffling your pleasure with another source of pleasure (a very lengthy kiss, that is).

Slowly bucking your hips forward, while Rhea speedily thrusts in and out of you, you ride out your high point with heavy, shallow breath. As your release takes place, Rhea pulls her mouth away from yours. While she catches her breath, you sink your fangs into her neck—causing her to let out a moan (which, in turn, causes your bite pressure to increase).

Blood seeps down her neck, like a dark red wine. You absorb the blood into your mouth before engaging with Rhea in a blood-filled makeout session.

“Any other plans for tonight?” Rhea asks, just in-case.

“You’re the only subject listed on my to-do list, don't you worry—Mami,” you respond with a wink.

“Good.”

You raise a brow. “Is that so?”

“Is it not?”

“I believe it may be.”

“Then it is so.”

“Good.”

Rhea uses a free hand to cup your throat. “Don’t steal my lines,” she enforces, in a rather dominating tone.

“Make me,” you rebel. Your cheek twitches as the words come out with little forethought.

Rhea’s face barely flushes. “Oh, trust me,” she starts; “I will,” she whispers into your ear—sending a hard shiver down your spine and almost forcing you to moan. By now, your own face is flushed. “Aww, you like that?”

“Y-yes, Mami,” you mutter, trying not to let your face get any redder than it already is.

“What was that, darling? I couldn't hear you.”

“Yes, Mami,” you speak a little louder and more concisely.

“Good girl,” she licks her lips, scanning your body from bottom to top.

“Now, I could add in a little treat for you…but it's hard to tell if you deserve it…”

You look into her eyes, almost pleadingly. “What do I have to do? What's it gonna take?”

“So eager and needy, aren't you?”

“Only for you.”

“In that case—all you'll have to do, in order to receive this little treat, is (continue to) be a good girl for me. It shouldn’t be that hard,” she smirks. She cups your jaw with one hand and forcefully pulls you in for a kiss.

As the kiss persists, Rhea grips you by the ass and lifts you onto the desk. Her arms are positioned in a plank-like manner, as if to keep you pinned down. Even so, she takes the time to reposition your legs so that they're resting over her shoulders. She pulls away from the kiss and smirks before thrusting into you for a second round, adjusting ever so slightly just to hit the right spots.

With a rush in your body and a torrent of color flooding within you (lyrics reference), you swiftly buck your hips upward to increase the knot in your stomach by around tenfold. While doing this, you pull Rhea in by the choker and bite into her neck. She lets out a moan that sounds like it's been held in for an eternity; the oxytocin from merely hearing it sends a flash flood of heat through your body.

“Shh,” you whisper to her, “not so loud.”

She responds by striking a slap across your face, but it doesn't bother you.

“Do it again, I dare you,” you threaten, but she doesn't dare—purely because you're tempting her to.

“Maybe if you beg, sweetheart,” Rhea teases, coyly. Both her accent and her low tone of voice cause a wave of heat to flush your face and slightly furrow your brows. You lean your head back out of supposed heat, your back arching as well.

“Maybe if you make me, Mami,” you tease in return, also coyly. Yet, without needing to beg, Rhea strikes a slap across your face.

“Behave,” she scolds, forcing a hand to your throat. You gasp for air and struggle to breathe, though you just barely manage.

As the sound of your struggled breathing floods Rhea’s sense of hearing, she drives into you hard enough to force a small amount of blood to secrete from within you. You wince in pain as you ride out your high while simultaneously being choked out just hard enough to obstruct your airway so that any vocal bliss would not be released.

“Good girl,” you hear Rhea praise, though it sounds muffled.

She releases her grasp on you, clothes the both of you, then walks you into the women’s restroom to clean you up.

[Series Masterlist]

Part 4

[crowscallthecrows]

A 'what if' scenario

(Spoilers for the blue cult arc, Gregory Violet, etc. Descriptions of character death and needles.)

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Their corpses lay so still Violet can convince himself they're sleeping, as hands creep up his shoulders, squeezing slightly to imitate some sort of comfort.

He knows Blavat is watching, watching in satisfaction that makes his stomach churn and his breathing catch just a bit more as his mind reels at the sight he's been sent to see by none other then the fortune teller himself. The man behind him sighs, removing his hands to stride towards the chairs that still have their middles held down with familiar thick leather straps. The look on his face can almost resemble regret, and Violet's sore arm prickles at the soft contact he makes with Bluewer's face.

"You know," he shrugs with resignation. "It's a shame, really. They shone so bright on stage." Blavat reaches out again, this time to stroke the blond edges of Redmond before Violet's own voice comes out, tears and rage seeping through the shakiness.

"Don't touch them." he hisses, before the old him takes over, to push his saucy tongue back in place again. "...please. Please."

Warning flashes over the diviner, this is what happens when you try to get sneaky with me, before choosing relent over threats with another sigh. There was a purpose to this after all, and there was no point to any of this if he didn't let the younger man relish in his mistakes. He smiles softly, briefly gazing at the stiff form of Greenhill.

"It's funny. Even when it was obvious they'd accepted their fates, the only name on their lips was yours-" he chuckles to himself then, shaking his head. " 'Where's Violet? What have you done with Violet?' It was as if their minds' couldn't rest unless they saw you safe, or dying with them."

Blavat walks past him towards the entrance, touching his shoulder so tenderly it makes the bile in his throat rapidly thicken.

"It's alright. They can be replaced with brighter stars, and we can start over together," he remarks with a grin, the same grin he does to all under the protection of Sirius.

"You didn't need their blood," is Violet's reply with a swallowed sob. "You had enough of their kind. You didn't need their blood."

He's ignored. The door open and Blavat's gone, surely to find someone to take care of the mess he had no problem causing.

Falling to his hands and knees, he empties his stomach first, tears springing from heaving until there's nothing left, his hacking making echos through the quiet room. Trembling knees make his steps staggered and uneven, his feet taking him to the closest feeling of home he has left.

They lay pale, yet they look like they're meant to be breathing. Slumped forward and half hidden by hair, Redmond's half lidded eyes feed his false hopes. Greenhill sits so straight it's like he's in a classroom again. Bluewer's lips stay slightly parted in one that resembles his expression of perfect thoughtfulness.

Knowing Bluewer, he would know something was wrong right away, twisting his arm hard against the restraints to delay the inevitable harm. Redmond would probably follow suite, probably a little too late, spinning questions and threats through the process until his body betrayed him and couldn't anymore. And Greenhill, how he must've fought, with so much heart, depending on himself to save the three of them alone. And of course...

The only name on their lips was yours.

"Sorry," he whispers to souls long since passed. He touches one of the arms filled with angry red marks, and flinches his hand back. They shouldn't be this cold.

He feels his shoulders start to wrack. "I'm sorry," his hands hover in the air, unsure what to do.

He'll never forget the way they move, the varying characteristics he could easily capture in his art just by looking, yet the other side of him is already forgetting what their voices sound like.

He can only bury himself in his hands. "I'm sorry." he can choke out once more before he's on his knees again, half praying they're able to be forgiven.

"-sorry, I'm so sorry-" How much did it hurt? Did they leave screaming for their parents, or with the acceptance Blavat claimed?

The silence that remains- crushing, unending- is the worst of all.

[neko-naruto]

choking, choking on your sweetness

summary: all he wants is more, and all that he will give is everything

tags: cannibalism as a metaphor for sex/sex as a metaphor for cannibalism (i cannot tell what it is interpret how u want), makeout sessions, fluffy ending

authors note: happy yaoi day, enjoy your gays

Sasuke's throat is sore. Not from a cut or a punch or any brutalization. Nobody in that fight who knew that one hit to the throat would kill him had good enough aim to land it.

Instead the aching burn stems from Naruto's hands, claws trailing into flesh just barely. Pinprick sensation stinging along the skin wherever they make contact, little gasps threaten to escape him. He breathes slowly to try and counter the pressure of a palm on his clavicle and a hand on his hip.

Naruto's hands, they're so warm. Like fire. Fire burning like the sun, leaving what he knows will be phantom sensations in flesh for weeks on end. A slight shift and a choked moan slips out, he'd raise a hand to cover his mouth to muffle the sound. Except for the fact that he can't, tails tether his wrists in place.

Writhing like tentacles with that rich red chakra giving them tangible form alongside two pointed ears. Not just a phantom sensation. Fully formed, furred, and acting on a whim that Sasuke has a hard time telling who it's from. Naruto or Kurama or maybe just a prey drive morphed into something else by an obsessive want they share.

His breathing is heavy, and his whole body moves with every single breath even with Naruto holding him down. Holding is too gentle of a word for this exchange of yearning. Pinning is closer, keeping him trapped and held still so he won't run away anymore. Yes, yes, biting the lip and biting the flesh and marking him.

Sasuke flicks his wrist and the grip disperses, Naruto rears back with a bit of a whimper. Sasuke's body yearns for the heat, arching into the touch that's leaving him behind. He'll fucking run again. Don't let him go cold, all he wanted to do was shift how he was seated.

It only takes one simple motion for Naruto to be back on him like an obedient dog. A little sign, the quirk of a smirk, and before Sasuke can say a single word Naruto's practically throat fucking him with his tongue. Ravaging him with desperate grasp and no abandon with how deep his claws may dig into pale skin.

He needs, he needs, he needs, and he fucking takes what he needs with gluttony. He has all the time in the world to savour such a fine meal but he wants it all right now. He bites and he pushes and pulls and marks and claims and tears into flesh like a cannibal.

He's never stopped once though, just urged to continue. Keep eating. Have your fill. Enjoy it. For it's the last time you may get it if you let the body go cold for too long. Shudders course through Sasuke every time porcelain fangs contact his skin and tenderly dangerous claws do the same.

His, his, his.

Devour.

Deteriorate.

The difference is the same because they switch position to leave behind nothing but skeletal remains of restraint.

-/-/-/-

Sasuke doesn't remember passing out, he just remembers surge after surge of want and pleasure. Must've been too much for his body to handle, that or the blood loss made him faint. He did get torn up quite a bit.

The room is sterile but when he goes to look to his side he finds Naruto sitting upright on a chair, fully passed out. They probably didn't even need hospital care, someone just overreacted.

He tries to sit up and everything in his body feels unfairly rigid. What the fuck happened when he lost track of time. There's a small yawn from his side.

Arms stretched high above his head Naruto turns to face Sasuke with a smile, "You're up-"

"What happened?" Sasuke questioned.

Naruto shrugged, "I don't really remember it super clearly, we had a crazy good time though, I know that much."

Sasuke would strangle that dumb blonde if he wasn't so stiff.

"Sorry about the hospital stay, Grandma just wants to make sure that there's no wound infections."

"I don't need to be hospitalized for that..."

"You're covered in head to toe in gauze, you probably do."

"But you're spotless! I could've sworn that I-"

"You did! Don't worry." Naruto speaks fast to hide the rush of red coming to his face, "You know how it is with tailed beast chakra though, fixes you right up."

"I still think the hospitalization is overkill."

"You don't really have anyone who could make sure you aren't getting hurt at home though."

"Then come live with me, it's clear you want me. You were drowning in me yesterday."

"I mean, it's not that simple, we aren't even dating-"

Not a single thought passes through Sasuke's head before he speaks, "We could be."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No, Sasuke-"

"We could be dating, let's go on a date once I'm out of here."

"A date?"

"That's what I said- unless this is rejection, I won't take offence if it is."

"No! It's not a rejection! I swear this isn't a rejection."

Sasuke gave a small half nod as if to say 'go on.'

"I just woke up, cut me some slack."

"And I just woke up bedlocked, your point?"

Naruto sighed, "Want me to go get you some food?"

"You better not get ramen for breakfast."

[satohqbanana]

Rewrite Tag

A couple of rewrites from other writers here! If you do not wish your work or yourself to be included and/or linked in this list, please inform me and I will take that part down.

There's five rewritten snippets here, so please look under the cut for the rest of the rewrites, as well as a new line for rewriting from myself!

OG by @finickyfelix:

Shylar and Knoron hesitated for a moment, before she offered her arm, smiling up at him. His hands shook, but he took her arm, and they followed the others.

Mine:

Time stilled. One. Two. Three. Then Shylar offered him a smile and an arm. With shaky hands, Knoron forced himself to be polite and go along with the others - as things should be.

*Despite going through OP's blog, I wasn't able to identify which pronouns refer to which characters! These placeholders are supposed to be for the characters' names. EDIT: OP provided clarifications for the names. Thanks!

OG line by @melpomene-grey:

As her hand closed around the hilt of the sword, a vast, humming energy filled the room, and one by one, the gas lamps that lined the walls went out, blinking away like eyelids on a many-eyed machine. The doors behind her slammed shut, and she realised with a sinking feeling what had happened. They were trapped.

Mine:

Eyes cast on the prize, the woman swung her hand to grab the sword. She had merely touched its ornate hilt when a pulsating energy shook the room. Lamps burst. Darkness filled her vision. Pressure crushed her body. Sweat ran down her skin. Trapped. She were trapped! They were all trapped!

OG by @kaylinalexanderbooks

I ran out of the house and didn’t stop until I reached the edge of the forest, at which point I collapsed. I looked up, staring into the dark abyss of the woods in front of me. I dropped my gaze to the ground. The stupid grass was greener than I’d ever seen. I closed my eyes and sobbed for a moment. Not this again. Not again. Not again.

Mine:

I ran out the door. And ran. And ran. And ran. My legs soon gave out. I gasped for air. My blurry vision caught sight of green. The forest?! This has to be fake. I scanned left and right, but found nothing else but thick foliage and dark wood. No! Not again! My eyes prickled. I choked on tears. I need air. I can't do this again!

OG by @somethingclevermahogony (has some mention of gore):

The farmer wailed at the sight of his livelihood reduced to a tangled pile of broken timber and flesh. Narul had little time to catch his breath, Mikrab was back on his feet, his back dripped with the blood of the swine.

Mine (also still has mentions of gore):

Narul had barely gotten air into his system and Mikrab had only just managed to get his wobbly legs stable on the ground when they made eye contact with the farmer. A guttural screech echoed through the land. The scattered lumber, lumps of flesh, and splashes of blood meant a gruesome cleanup for everyone involved, but the farmer's well-meaning companions agreed - with fatigued grimaces - that this was all the fault of the man's highly priced and aggressive boar stud in the first place.

OG by @illarian-rambling:

He traced one of the images with a finger; two gods debated furiously on twin mountain peaks. A mature woman with ears of gold, a winged lizard coiled around her feet, and a young girl holding a copper-furred hound by the scruff. Their faces were so similar, like a mother and daughter.

Mine:

A certain portrait caught his eye - a depiction of two gods, from within their own mountains. With an amused smile, his finger trailed around the gods' strikingly alike faces. On one side proudly stood a woman with a golden headdress and a winged lizard by her feet; on the other a young girl held a defiant gaze in her eyes and a red hound by her hands. A very typical mother and daughter pair, it seemed.

Here's a new line from me that you can try rewriting. This is an open tag, so anyone can try!

They're bag-weights. They don't help us hunt. They don't help us cook. They don't help us set up for the night, pay for the inns, or even try to help the folks we've been doing little errands for along the way. And yet we feed them, we tuck them into bed, we protect them in battle. Any day now, we'll die to an ambush because we're busy babying these two.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mummy P18

Media TMR X Psycho

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating dark af

Warings: too many to count!

Ava stepped in with two bowls of porridge one she set in front of me, the other she set in front of Newt. She fixed my hair and then pat newts' head. 

"Is your attitude adjusted my love?" She asked him,

His response was to spit in her face, she sighed and wiped it away before she slapped him across her face but he didn't move.

"Why must you be like this, my baby." she said, "why do you hurt me, my baby."

"I am not your baby!" 

"... shall I hurt yours?" she asked,

"no! NO! NOOO! I swear to god you touch her! You touch her or our baby I swear I will kill you." 

"You wouldn't hurt your mummy."

"Try me." He glared, "If you dare hurt her or our child, I will choke the life out of you."

"You little-"

I suddenly held my stomach after all the tension I had felt for a good while, I felt liquid run down my legs onto the floor and I felt as If my whole body was trying to kill me, 

"Newt..." I froze up,

"Y/n..."

"Awww such a perfect moment." Ava cooed as she came close to watch my horrific agony as my body was forced into the pain of labour 

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as this pain rocketed through me I did my best to keep a pace to breathe at, as this constant pain grew and grew each push of my almost numb muscles made the pain grow more and more, I was so overwhelmed by pain all I heard was breath and push and that's all I did just keep breathing and pushing keep breathing and pushing I'd never felt pain so intense in my life that my mind basically shut itself down tears streaming down my face my body numb but in agony "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!' I screamed, laying my body on the dirty bloody floor trying to remain composed, my body basically began to work on its own at a point where my body knew it had to get this out whether I liked it or not pure animalistic evolutionary madness fueled my body as it worked to get this thing out! And I screamed the blood-curdling sound bouncing off the stone basement walls 

"Help her! For god sake! Mother!" He begged but she didn't answer, she just loomed and stared at me seeming to revel in my pain, "HELP HER!" he screamed, "She's in labour! Help her! Please! for the love of god MOTHER! HELP HER!" He begged tears welling down his face stretching himself as close as he could, 

All she did was hold my head and pet my hair as I went through the most agonizing pain of my life, Newt screamed and pleaded with her to help me but she ignored him, he stretched his himself as close as possible blood coming from his ankle as the chains cut into his skin as he reached close enough to take my hand I gripped his hand as tight as I could not caring for the pain in my wrist from the chains just to touch him, my body was in enough pain I didn't care, I basically left my body from the stinging burning pain my vision blurring holding my hand even if I did see his face go white I swear I blacked out.

My body was completely and utterly void of my emotions, every inch of me was numb with pain, and my cheeks strained with tears,  but in my arms, I held the sweetest of sights. The two sweet little children were moments old, covered in blood and fluids, their little faces scrunched as they cried to meet the world. One little boy and one little girl that I cradled in my arms. 

Newt sat as close as he could his head low as he silently cried tried in his utter desperation to be with me, to hold my hand, to comfort me as I brought our children into the world but she had not allowed him to leave him sat as a husk of himself numb to her and her torment his arm pulled to its limit as he kneels as close to me as he could. Ava returned with two blankets so I quickly wrapped them both up to keep them warm she set a small box by the door and came to me looking into the eyes of our children and for a moment... I saw a shred of humanity still in her eyes, the tiniest light of care beyond the madness. 

"They're beautiful," she cooed, "My baby's babies..."

 "They are so perfect," I cried,

she reached out to touch them but I pulled them close to my chest no matter how sweet she was being I couldn't bear the thought of her taking them, the rethought she would hurt them like she did newt, the thoughts of the things she'd do to them... I knew... in the bit of my stomach if I handed them over now I would never truly get them back. 

And I would not allow this to happen. 

They were mine.

Not hers. 

"You ungrateful gi-" she began, 

"No!" Newt demanded his voice unlike I had ever heard it, deep, booming, gravel in his throat, power to his words enough to silence even the children. 

"...what?"

"I said no." He told her as he picked up his head his dark brown eyes glared at her through his fallen blonde hair with a fire of true rage. "You will not touch her. Or them. Or me."

"You Little- they wouldn't be here if not for me, I could have left her to her pain, I could have left her to her misery, I could have left her to bleed, and to die on the floor beside you." She said as she faced him, "Would you have preferred that?"

"They wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for you." He reminds her, "You did this to us... remember mother."

"And see how happy you are now," she smiled,

"Let me out," he asked her,

"ohh no no baby your-"

"Let. me. out." He demanded, "Unlock my hand... please..."

"Why would I do that? you'll break her out and leave me..."

"No. I won't. I won't I'll do whatever you want..." he pleaded, "Please... Unlock my hand... Please, mother... Let me hold my children." tears slipped from his cheeks, 

"why should I?"

"Please... let me hold them. Let me hold my children... let me hold my wife... please..." He begged her, "Please, I'll do whatever you want just let me hold them."

"No."

"N-No?" He cried,

"Ava please-" I began,

"Enough!" She demanded, "I said no," she tossed back to him,

"Please! Please! PLEASE! PLEASE MOTHER!" He begged in his hysterics, 

"Ava please just for a moment," I begged,

"I SAID NO!" She screamed silencing us and causing the children to cry, "Your father never wanted to see you. Never wanted to hold you. He never did... why should you?" 

"Becuase I want them! I love them! I love her! Please!" He begged her,

"I said no. That's final." she said as she went to the door, "Perhaps a while of seeing them will make you appreciate all I have done for you..." she shut the door and locked it again,

"No... no... no. no no no," He cried, "NO! MOTHER! PLEASE!" He screamed as loud as he could, 

"I'm so sorry newt..." I wiped my tears trying to keep the children as tight as I could to keep them warm, 

"No... No... she does not get to take this from me." He said, 

"Newt..." I began but he began to scream tears flooding down his face as he pulled even harder using every bit of strength he had left in him, he broke his own wrist and forced his hand from the chains, bolting across the basement to take me in his warm arms cradling me and the children, he wrapped his arms around me and he looked at the children with tears in his eyes and a wide smile, "Newt your hand!" 

"I don't care, I don't care about anything." he muttered pressing his forehead to mine, "I'm so sorry you had to do this here, I'm so sorry I couldn't hold you, I couldn't help you,"

"It's okay... you're here. that's all I care about," I smiled giving him a sweet teary kiss,

"You're okay... that's all I care about," he smiled, "Our little ones... our babies... our children," he cried, as he stroked eachs cheek with his good hand and gave each a small kiss, "I have never loved anything more then I love you, and our children. I never want to be parted from you. any of you. I swear to you... we are leaving. as soon as you're strong enough," 

"You mea-"

"I am getting you out of here. and I will protect our children with my very life." 

"As will I," I nodded, "They are so beautiful,"

"So beautiful, so perfect," He cooed, "what shall we name them?"

"whatever we pick she won't like it,"

"I don't care what she thinks... what should we name them sugarcookie?"

"Aurora..." 

"Aurora. Our little Aurora." he smiled as he softly kissed her little head, "She's perfect," He cooed,

"And the little boy?" I asked, 

"I get-"

"I picked one, you pick one," I giggled, 

He cried with a wide smile before he gently took our little boy in his arms cradling him to his chest as he looked into his little eyes even if it clearly hurt his broken wrist, "Simon."

"Simon," I smiled,

"After my father..." He smiled, "Little Simon, and little Aurora. Our children..." He cried, "I love you so much Y/n... so so much."

"I love you too newt," I smiled pressing my forehead to his as we cradled our children in our arms, 

[cutelittleleftoverghosts]

duvet~ Joel Miller x fem!reader chap. 1

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warnings~ blood mentioned, death mentioned, violence, please lmk if i missed any!

wordcount~ 3.0k+

And all the fears you hold so dear Will turn to whisper in your ear...

Rain soaked your shirt, the once crisp white now smearing with mud and scarlet. Pushing bag your bangs you bit your lip, drawing blood as you curse silently. Turning on your heel to leave you pause before retrieving something from the floor, the silver shining as it passes the dim light of the lamp whose wax was now spilling to the ground.

Taking a deep breath you grip your bag tighter and reach down to close the still open pair of once green eyes, which are now a cloudy white, and then run.

Your feet don't take you for admittedly, not even ten feet later you're crouched in the dirt after slipping in a puddle of mud, bile hanging in the back of your throat. You try to choke it back, tears brimming in your eyes, but fail miserably as the rain picks up in tempo. Wiping your mouth you push back the hot tears now falling down your cheeks as you choke back a sob, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone, or anything.

And then you begin the walk back.

After reaching the outer limits of the QZ you give the perimeter a once-over. Guards posted everywhere, like normal, you think to yourself before one of them squints in your direction and begins to walk over. Panicking you back up, nearly tripping over your own feet when you notice him stopping, a man, woman, and girl standing in front of him. You flinch when the man rushes the guard, punching him again and again before the rest are alerted.

"Joel, she's infected!" the woman calls out as she turns to run.

But the man ignores her and ushers them forward and under a school bus, obscuring them from your view.

"Well, there goes my plan on getting home before curfew," you mutter to yourself as you crouch down and attempt to grab your bag.

But before you can you hear the sound of running. Looking up you see the group leaving.

Glancing back at the compound you bite your lip and make the decision to run after them. Your now dry shoes slam against the dirt as you run, trying to catch up when you hear a loud bang, and then everything goes dark as you fall forward.

As you struggle to regain your senses, your head throbbing with pain, you realize that you've been shot. You try to stand up, but your legs feel weak, and you stumble back down to the ground. You hear footsteps approaching, and then a pair of hands grab you roughly by the shoulders, dragging you to your feet.

You look up to see the man who had attacked the guard earlier, his face twisted in anger. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his breath hot on your face.

"I-I was just trying to get home," you stammer, trying to pull away from him. But he holds you tightly, his grip like a vise.

Coughing you taste the metallic tang of blood and bring a hand to your lips, your fingers a dark crimson when you take them away.

"W-what," you gasp as you look down, your shirt now completely red as the blood dripped down your waist.

Hyperventilating you feel dizzy as a woman shoves him to the side and raises your shirt, "Shit," she whispers as she puts pressure on the wound, "Grab my bag."

You can feel your vision growing darker as she gets to work, carefully pulling the bullet out of your wound before grabbing a bottle of clear liquid.

"This is going to hurt," she warns before pouring the liquid over your wound, causing you to scream out in agony. But it's over quickly, and she begins to wrap your wound tightly with a bandage.

You're barely conscious, but you can feel yourself being lifted up and carried away. You don't know where they're taking you, but at this point, you're too weak to care. The rain continues to pound against your skin, but all you can feel is the pain in your side.

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you hear snippets of conversation around you. They're discussing your injuries, and you hear the woman say that she's done what she can for you but that you need to get medical attention soon. You feel a sense of panic wash over you as you realize the severity of your wound.

The rain seems to be getting worse, and you can hear thunder in the distance. You're jostled around as the group hurries along, and you can feel the chill of the wet air seeping into your bones.

You try to stay awake, but your body is exhausted, and the pain is overwhelming. You feel yourself slipping away, and the last thing you hear is the sound of the rain as it continues to fall around you.

The next thing you know, you're waking up in a dimly lit room, your head still throbbing with pain. You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your side makes you gasp and fall back down.

"Hey, take it easy," a voice says from beside you, and you turn to see the woman who had helped you earlier. "You're lucky to be alive, you know."

You nod weakly, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, your throat sore from screaming earlier.

"Don't mention it," she says her eyes nervous as she stands.

You can hear her frantic whispers to the man as the girl sits down across from you. She crosses her arms as she opens her bag and starts to eat.

"So, what were you doing outside back inside the QZ?" she questions as she takes another bite of her sandwich, her expression bored.

Sighing you shrug, "You mean what was I doing outside the QZ," you pause to cough, throat still dry from earlier.

Her brow raises, her interest now clearly piqued as she puts her food back in her bag, "You weren't trying to leave?"

Laughing bitterly you whisper, "No," thinking about the events of the last week.

You open your mouth to say more, but get interrupted when the woman looks down at you and holds out her hand, "I'm Tess, this is Joel," she says hurriedly.

Her expression is full of faux politeness as she helps you up, "Careful you don't want to rip your stitches."

Nodding you steady yourself and reach for your bag, but a hand grabs your wrist, and you flinch.

"What were you doing outside the QZ?"

Wrenching your hand out of his grip you frown.

You shrug again, "Just exploring?" you offer, hoping he doesn't hear how shaky your voice is.

Joel gives you a skeptical look, but Tess steps in, "She's not a threat, Joel. She's injured and what's she going to do?"

Joel still seems wary, but he nods in agreement. "Fine, but once she's healed, she's on her own."You nod in understanding, grateful for their help but not wanting to overstay your welcome.

You nod in understanding, grateful for their help but not wanting to overstay your welcome.

Walking out the front door you feel tears brimming in your eyes as Ellie's widen, "Wow."

"Yeah, pretty different in the daylight," Tess comments as you start to walk past them, only occasionally feeling a sharp pain in your stomach.

"We should get movin'," Joel says as he passes you.

It doesn't take too long to get stopped as Tess and Joel begin to debate which way is better.

"So the museum is across there. It's about a ten-minute walk if you go straight."

"Long way or short way?" Jpel asks as he looks out across the abandoned buildings.

"I mean, it's the long way or 'we're fuckin' dead' way," says, Tess as she tightens her grip on her backpack.

"Well, I vote the long way based on that limited information," Ellie chimes in as your mind spins.

To you, the choice was obvious, the short way. Mainly because the last time you came through, the long way was crawling with clickers, the short way not so much. Sure there were a few, but nothing you and your brother couldn't handle.

Feeling your stomach churn you blurt out, "Short way," and Tess and Joel just stare at you like you're crazy.

Clearing your throat, you continue, "It's just, when I came through and then came back, there weren't nearly as many clickers as there were on the long way."

They look at you skeptically and Joel scoffs, "We have to check it from the hotel first. For all I know, you might be trying to get us killed."

Biting your lip you sigh in annoyance, "I'm not, I was there-"

Tess places a hand on your shoulder, interrupts you, and starts walking. Groaning you follow them, already knowing what awaits you.

"Where the fuck are they already?" Ellie asks as you weave in between the abandoned and broken down cars.

"You'll know it when they're close," Tess says looking around.

"I didn't know last time," Ellie replies as Tess turns to her.

"How did you get bit?"

Flinching your grip tightens on your bag, your head spinning you stop in your tracks and stare.

"The fuck," you breathe out nearly tripping over your shoes as you back up, and feel something solid hit your back.

A pair of hands land on your shoulders, steadying you as Tess explains. You nod, but don't believe a word she says as you shove Joel's hands away.

Apparently, they had discussed it when you were unconscious, which made it more suspicious to you, but hey you were lucky they hadn't left you to die.

It doesn't take long before you reach your destination, an abandoned hotel that's just as flooded, if not more than when you'd last seen it. You sigh as you realize your wound might get infected when wading through it when Ellie groans, "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Wait are we going in there?" she questions as Joel steps into the water.

"Yeah we gotta get to the stairwell on the other side," Tess says before cursing under her breath, "Shit, your wound."

Ellie looks back at you, concerned, "Will it get infected? I mean, the water's probably crawling with bacteria and stuff."

Nodding at your wound she frowns, "You think it'll be okay?"

"Um, maybe? I'm not sure," you reply, feeling a bit anxious about the whole situation.

Joel turns around and looks at you, "We don't have much of a choice. We'll have to take the risk."

With a deep breath, you step into the murky water and try to keep your wound as dry as possible. The water is cold and the stench is overwhelming, but you keep moving forward, following Tess and Joel through the flooded hotel.

And that's when you feel your feet slip and your body falls forward, the cold water soaking your hair as you clench your eyes shut and stand. Feeling a hand on your back you try to rub your eyes as you cough up water.

As you stand back up, you feel the sharp pain in your stomach intensify. You groan, clutching your wound, as Tess rushes over to check on you. "Are you okay?" she asks, her voice laced with concern.

"I'm fine," you say, trying to catch your breath. "It's just my wound...it hurts."

Tess nods, her eyes scanning your body for any signs of further injury. "We need to get out of this water," she says, turning to Joel. "We can't risk your wound getting infected."

He sighs in frustration before you feel yourself being lifted up. Feeling a blush rise to your face, "Put. me. down."

He scoffs, and continues walking, ignoring your grumbling.

You can't help but feel embarrassed as Joel carries you out of the water and onto dry land. You feel like a burden, slowing them down and putting them in danger with your injury. But you push those thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand.

As you walk through the hotel, you can feel the tension in the group rising. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the sound of your footsteps and the occasional splash of water. You try to keep your mind off the pain in your stomach and the fear of what might be lurking in the shadows.

Finally, you reach the stairwell and start to make your way up. It's a slow and painful climb, but you're grateful for the break from the water. As you reach the top, you're greeted by a locked door.

"Fuck," Tess mutters, trying to force it open. "It's jammed."

You flinch as you lean against the wall, the pain worsening as she looks up, "We'll have to go up."

"Hey, maybe I should? I am the smallest one here," Ellie says as she raises her hand.

Tess shakes her head and climbs up.

Shifting nervously on your feet you flinch at something poking into your shoulder, turning you meet eyes with Joel, an old and battered first aid kit in his hand.

Taking it so carefully as if it's made of glass you thank him, "Thank you," and turn away to lift up your shirt, blood now free flowing down your waist, staining your jeans.

Groaning you grab the bottle of clear liquid and bite down on the hem of your shirt before a hand snatches it from you, "Let me, you'll spill it with your hand shaking like that."

Joel's voice is low and steady, lacking the usual gruffness. You look up at him, surprised by his gentle demeanor, and nod gratefully as he pours the liquid onto your wound.

You grit your teeth as the alcohol stings, but you know it's necessary to prevent infection. Joel wraps a clean bandage around your waist, securing it tightly. "You okay?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.

You nod, grateful for his help. "Yeah, thanks," you say, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

The door knob starts to turn and then opens with a bang, revealing Tess shaking her head.

"No," is all she says as you follow her through the door.

A small tarp covered patio greets you, neon green chairs and tables perfectly arranged as if the world hadn't come to a sudden halt. You smile as your hand runs over one of the chairs, then freeze when you see over the balcony.

"Hell," you whisper as you look down.

There were twice as many as last time, no maybe five times more, and it hadn't even been a week.

"So, short way it is," Ellie laments as you all turn to exit the hotel.

The museum stands in front of you, surrounded by an air of desolation. You can't help but feel a sense of dread as you approach it, remembering the last time you had stepped foot inside. The group moves cautiously, scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger.

As you make your way inside, the air is thick with the smell of decay and the sounds of clicking and growling. You tighten your grip on your knife, your heart pounding in your chest.

You can hear Joel and Tess moving ahead of you, and then they come to a stop. Motioning you forward. You feel your stomach sink when you catch sight of a clicker, the familiar grey shirt stained red, and the once piercing green eyes now a cloudy white. You feel tears prick at your eyes as you take a step back, and knock over a glass.

The sound of shattering glass echoes through the quiet museum, and the clicker's head snaps in your direction. It starts to move towards you, its clicking becoming louder and more frenzied. You freeze, your mind racing as you try to come up with a plan.

Just as it's about to latch its teeth into your neck, Joel opens fire on it, the sound of gunfire ringing in your ears as you step back as he screams, "Run!"

You can feel your hands shake as another one runs at you and Ellie, Tess shoots at it, and then you run. You feel a sharp pain on your arm and bite back a scream as one of the clickers sinks its teeth into your arm. Wrenching your arm free you stab at it and run again, nearly tripping over a table as you hear a thud coming from another room.

"Fuck," you whisper as you push your sleeve back, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck," you carefully pull the sleeve back down and leave the room, eyes scanning for any other clickers.

You stop when you see Joel and Ellie crouched behind a cabinet and go take a step in when you hear the crunching of glass. You watch in horror as it jumps down from the table and lands on Ellie, its mouth mere inches from her face, and to them.

Light flashes as Joel pulls out his pistol and fires, the clicker falling limp to the ground. He pulls Ellie up, checking her over for any injuries, and another one comes running in, this time Tess slashing it in the head with a hatchet as Joel finishes it off.

"You all right?" he asks Tess as he looks up from the corpse.

She sighs, her breathing labored, "Twisted ankle, but yeah."

"You all right?" she asks looking to you.

You open your mouth to respond but Ellie beats you to it, "Well, I didn't shit my pants so," she trails off as she looks down at her arm, a fresh bite mark in the middle of it, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

You shove away the urge to involuntarily itch at your own bite, and look to the floor.

"I mean, if it was gonna' happen to one of us."

"Hey," Tess interrupts, nodding her head at the door, "Let's get the fuck outta here."

And with that Joel opens the window, letting in warm rays of the sun.

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[daandyli0n]

so. started watching a few Animatronic Restoration videos, and got a fun idea for a Fnaf au:

someone decides to try and fix up the Freddy's animatronics, and documents the full thing. ends up making paranormal content alongside their restorations because Ghosts™

they somehow even get into contact with Henry to get blueprints to figure out how to fix these guys. Henry decides "fuck it, why not?"

hell, Springtrap gets involved at some point. the second he gets involved with this, all the animatronics lose their shit, especially Fredbear. but this still happens pre-Ghost Realization.

the restorer is babysitting a bunch of ghost kids + keeping Springtrap from doing his Shenanigans™, and Henry is called repeatedly for help.

for the sake of this, we're calling the restorer "Ollie"

the progression:

"Hey, I'm fixing up these old animatronics from this old pizzeria! :D I've even gotten blueprints from the co-founder and creator!! We even have an old springlock suit from the mid-70's! It's the bear one, I think Mr. Emily called him Fredbear? Also this weird puppet thing Mr. Emily said was called Marionn. Boy, I have a lot of work to do to fix these guys up."

*finds dried blood on the inside* "Oh. Oh right, these were The Child Murder Robots™"

(very detailed, but respectful, True Crime episode where Ollie explains the MCI as they work. they try to pay their respects to the victims and their families in the video)

"Hey, Why Are The Robots Moving On Their Own"

"Oh, They're. Pretty Chill, Actually? Kinda. Fredbear is kinda iffy, but. I think he's warming up."

"Wow, Mr. Emily! How'd you make the robots so lifelike? *Henry stays silent on the other end of the line* ...Mr. Emily?"

"So. Big yellow robot bunny showed up randomly on my doorstep. Looks rotted and uh. Bloody as fuck. And the animatronics immediately became tense. Fredbear immediately tried to kill him though. So they're being kept in separate rooms for now."

"OH. OH, THERE'S AN ACTUAL FUCKING CORPSE IN THERE. HOLY SHIT, UM, WELL, TIME TO REPORT THAT- WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T THE COPS BELIEVE ME-"

"So, I've called Mr. Emily and asked him what the fuck to do, and he said to get rid of it like immediately. Alright, easy enough, I can do that-" *video cuts to Ollie sitting in a different room, blood leaking out of cuts on their face and shoulder, while there is the sounds of mechanical screeching and roaring are heard from another room in the background. they are holding their phone to their ear, breathing heavily and with a thousand yard stare* "OKAY MR. EMILY IT DIDN'T WORK, THE FUCK DO I DO NOW"

"Okay. For now we're just gonna leave the rabbit be for now. I'm gonna have to fix Fredbear's fur because apparently those two tried to kill each other while I went to call Mr. Emily."

"Hold Up, Are These Guys Haunted?" *two days later in the next video* "Oh, These Guys Are Fucking Haunted. BY CHILDREN."

*just an ENTIRE video of Ollie trying to talk to the kids. eventually learns that these are the MCI kids + Charlie and Adrian (CC)*

"Oh, the two kids inside Fredbear explains the "mood swings." Ah, that makes sense now."

*also figures out that Springtrap is possessed. By A Murderer. they have a fun time with this information /s*

*starts a video with a red mark around their neck, looking utterly exhausted, and with the sound of something clawing at a nearby door* "GUESS WHO WOKE UP TO THE ✨MURDER RABBIT✨ TRYING TO CHOKE THEM TO DEATH IN THEIR SLEEP AT 2:17 IN THE MORNING!! GUESS WHO HAS TO BE LOCKED IN THE BASEMENT AT NIGHT NOW!!"

"I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW HE GOT OUT OF THE WORKSHOP, JESUS CHRIST-"

*videos that are basically just them talking to the ghosts. sometimes they talk to Springtrap*

"So, I get a lot of comments asking me what it's like, why I keep the Corpse Rabbit around despite there being the Literal Corpse Of A Murderer in there And him trying to kill me, and about my knowledge of the Fazbear Lore™, let me answer it in this order for ya:

First, stop bringing up the "William Afton", "Bunch of dead Afton kids", and "Bite of '87" shit. I dunno what y'all mean by a lot of that, and I haven't had the time or the energy to ask Mr. Emily what any of that is supposed to mean.

Second, I explained in a previous video that I tried to bring up the corpse thing to the authorities and they didn't really do anything about it despite me reporting a Literal Corpse, so there's that.

Finally:"

*camera pans. Chica (Susie) is gently trying to pet Ollie's dog. Bonnie (Jeremy) is trying to play Guitar Hero, but the massive fingers are making it hard. Foxy (Fritz) is watching some sort of YouTube video on pirate facts, tail wagging. Freddy (Gabriel) is just lying on the floor and playing Toreador March as he stares at the ceiling. Fredbear (Adrian) is surrounded by plushies, and generally looks content. Marionn (Charlie) is sitting next to Freddy and fiddling with some of Ollies tools and spare parts. the camera pans back.*

*in the most affectionate voice possible* "I'm Running A Fucking Daycare Now."

that's all i've got for now :]

[notapaladin]

Quinnyael drabble? Quinnyael drabble. Takes place about a week or so after he joins the crew.

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"My lord," he blurts out, "You're bleeding."

And without thinking, he reaches out a hand--her fists are clenched so tightly, he's not sure she'd be able to open them on her own, and surely she'd want to bandage them--

She flinches back, her eyes wide, and belatedly he realizes that the tremor in her voice is not, or at least not entirely, rage. It is fear. She's been standing here, demanding that he look past the Imperial protocols he's dedicated his life to, demanding that he treat others the way he would wish to be treated, is that so difficult, Captain--and she's been terrified.

Of him.

He could report her to Imperial Intelligence. It would probably be a kindness compared to what Darth Baras would do if he heard half of the things she's said. It would earn him praise. Commendations. More than likely a promotion.

He'd knelt before her, and she'd offered him a hand to help him to his feet.

Gutted, he chokes out, "Forgive me."

Now, at least, she finds her voice. "For what, Captain?"

At any other time, the anger--the upset--in her voice would make him flinch, anticipating one of those static shocks she doles out when he or Vette have done something to earn her censure. (Which, really, don't hurt so much as they're annoying.) He's past flinching now. "For..."

Not for frightening her. She wouldn't want that pointed out.

"...For causing you to doubt my commitment, my lord," he murmurs, belatedly remembering to drop his eyes.

She takes several deep breaths, and now that he's listening he can hear a hoarseness in them that he doesn't like. As her fists loosen, he spots blood on her fingernails. "I don't ask for you to be committed, Quinn. I just want you to try. The Empire will be stronger if everyone is strong, and nobody can be strong in chains."

He thinks of all the years he spent on Balmorra. Not a slave, no--but he has a vivid imagination. And if Baras had not swept in...

"I will try," he says, and means it.

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Hit and Frost Headcanons (Kinda Angsty in Bits) Set (What's the Occasion? IDK)

(Okay, back to the old grind, note to self, NEVER Ctrl-Z on a Tumblr post. Decided to do a headcanon set here with Frost and Hit. Don't know why I decided all of a sudden- might be the Frit resurgence brainrot... and the Puss in Boots brainrot. Anyway, here we are, some may be shippy (Frabba/Shattered Ice isn't going anywhere don't worry) but mostly just character focus here. A bit angsty/whumpy in some spots, so let me know if I need to tag anything.)

FROST

Frost can inject himself with his own needles if need be. Just one stab to the thigh Epipen style and he can use the stun variety to numb his wounds.

For a time, on the lam, Frost's usual poison needles were swapped out for a sleep brew (kind of like a very strong liquid melatonin), basically to help him knock out foes less suspiciously than with poisons, which would leave more obvious traces. Once he finds a suitable hiding place and still finds himself restless, he may inflict it on himself.

When uneased, Frost will try to give himself his motivational mantra (the "No matter what happens, never give up, get back on your feet" one from episode 33) to settle his nerves. Often he can't get through it without panting harder.

Before he trusts that Hit is sparing him for the time, encounters with the assassin can put Frost on the verge of or into a full-blown panic attack. All senses on edge, hard to breathe, heightened pulse, trembles all over. He often mislabels the symptoms as simply restlessness from being on the run.

Even as he starts to develop trust with Hit... he can say "I trust you" with his mouth, but his residual fight or flight and panic disorder say otherwise. When you get into the shippy side, he brushes it off as giddiness, "my heart's supposed to speed up when I'm with you", but Hit is attentive enough to know that something here isn't healthy.

Despite there being no fur or anything similar there, Frost's tail will still "bristle" and straighten when startled or fear-paralyzed, almost like a tiny rush of trembles. Almost like when the hair on your arms stands up.

Frost has a distinct shaky choked laugh, making it easy to tell when he's faking confidence.

Frost will attempt to tug the hood of his cloak closer to his face when trying to ground himself.

As a little Frabba bonus, Cabba can bounty hunt Frost, as a treat. A bit of Puss & Kitty-esque pettiness. However, Cabba, as he attempts to sever ties with Frost, will learn that he can try, oh but "I love you" means he's never ever ever getting rid of him~

HIT

Hit can whistle REAL ominously. Think the wolf from Puss in Boots.

He often never has a need to, but Hit is well-trained in a variety of weapons and blades. He can effortless spin a knife in his hand without nicking himself- often it plays off as a reflex in response to simply holding the hilt.

Hit tends to play the caretaker role in a caretaker-whumpee scenario, but he often forgets to put his own health first sometimes and may brush off his own injuries if they're not dire. Even if there isn't a whumpee he has to take care of, he's still neglectful. If it's not critical, the blood can dry.

Lighter subject but, Hit is a fidgeter and will often stim by rustling his hands in his pockets. He has learned to artfully mask this on the job, however, and will only do so if the situation has settled enough that he can unclench his jaw.

Hit has several medical matters memorized to the letter from anatomy to pressure points to wound dressing. He can very precisely sew closed gashes, including his own.

Hit can very easily pick up the slightest traces of blood scent in the air, more precise than a bloodhound.

Hearing Hit's voice turn genuinely soft and concerned is such a drastic contrast that it's almost scarier than hearing his stone cold gruff voice.