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cassiefromhell · 6 months

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Lollipops

Post-War: Levi Ackerman x Reader

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warnings: SPOILERS. im so serious guys. SPOILERS. if you havent watched/read to the FINALE, do not progress. you've been warned. also theres a little tiny bit of gore.

a/n: this is self-defense writing to protect my sanity after the last ep. im so not okay with it being over. also requests are open, i'll write anything! also, this is written in flashbacks. but never fear, the flashbacks are separated from the present by dividers, so you'll know when it switches.

“You two are like a fairytale couple,” a young girl giggles, hugging a pink-covered book to her chest. “Like a damsel and her prince.”

You smile, pulling a lollipop out of your box — and then another, handing them to her. “Take two for sweet-talking me. But remember that true love isn’t perfect by any means.”

She grins, nods, and takes her candy, sprinting off into an old woman’s arms. You sigh softly, looking up to see that the line of children coming to receive candy from Paridian heroes is momentarily empty.

“Not perfect, huh?” Levi asks from beside you, shifting in his chair.

You roll your eyes, gently flicking the side of his head. You crouch down to be on his level. “You’re saying that we had a fairytale romance? That you swept me off my feet and carried me away from danger?”

“Yes. I would. Now get your ass up, I don’t need you to get down for me,” he scowls, his eyes flicking over your kneeling form.

“I would get down on my knees for you anyti—”

“Up.”

You grin, but listen to him and stand up, picking up your box once more. “Fairytale, huh? So what are you, the savior?”

“I’d say it’s even. Although, I remember saving your ass much more often than you saved mine.”

You scoff, putting your hands on your hips. “Name a time!”

“Get your ass up, scout!”

You groan, shoving yourself up onto your elbows. “Just a sec,” you manage between heavy breaths, coughing and coughing.

Hoofbeats approach and you whimper, knowing that if that’s the captain you think it is, you’re about to get the beating of a lifetime.

“Why, exactly, are you laying in the dust?” Captain Levi Ackerman asks, tone cold and voice sharp as a knife. “You’re a transfer, not a cadet. From the MP’s, even. I expected better.”

“I’m recovering from an injury, Captain,” you wheeze out, pressing a hand to your side and shoving yourself up onto your knees. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“You’d better be. Now, up. On your feet, or be left behind.”

You pull one foot under you, then the other, and nearly collapse. His arm shoots out to grab your bicep, effectively keeping you up as your side screams in protest, ribs aching and tears springing to your eyes.

“What kind of an injury?” he asks, his grip tightening. “Why on earth would you switch to the Survey Corps while injured?”

“Ribs,” you hiss, gripping your side. The doctors have said that nearly all your ribs on your right side are either bruised, fractured, or completely broken. “And I had no choice. I had to leave.”

He narrows his eyes, but slowly releases you, making sure you’re not going to fall over the second he lets go. “You’re in no condition to be training, and I don’t need you getting worse. I have no interest in crippled soldiers. Go inside and get yourself assigned to kitchen duty for the next two weeks, on Ackerman’s orders.”

Your eyes slowly shift up from the ground to him, and you get your first good look at him.

And holy shit, the rumors of Humanity’s Strongest did not mention how mouth-wateringly attractive he is.

You give the dumbest nod you’ve ever given and turn on your heel. You hobble your way inside, and then immediately lean against a cold, stone wall, repeating to yourself in your head over and over again:

We are not falling for a captain.

You open and close your mouth, then shrug. “Okay, but of course you were going to save my ass a lot while I was training. I’m sure it got better once I was a captain.”

“Did it, though?”

You elbow him, scowling. A smirk dances on his lips.

A woman grinning ear-to-ear starts your way, and you narrow your eyes. “She’s too old for candy.”

“Reporter,” Levi grumbles, looking down into his box, as if not making eye contact will stop her from approaching.

“Hi!” She shouts, giving a big wave. “I was hoping to ask you two a quick few questions, while you’re not too busy.”

“We’re quite busy,” Levi drones.

“Ah! I had heard about that grumpy attitude!” The reporter laughs, then looks at you. “And you must be his sunshine!”

You scratch the back of your neck, shrugging. “Something like that.”

The reporter whips out a pen and paper. “Now, all sources say that tog two have been married for quite some time, but nothing ever tells me when you two met, or how! Do tell.”

“We met in the service,” you start, rubbing your chin. “I had just transferred to the military police, so I was starting fresh in the Survey Corps.”

She quirks a brow. “Why did you transfer?”

The air simply won’t come to your lungs. You can’t breathe. The night sky doesn’t help, the fresh cool air is only suffocating you more.

You drop to the grass in the courtyard, one hand on your healing side and the other around your throat. Tears pour down your face, and you cough, and cough, and cough, and gasp.

It was just a nightmare, you tell yourself, but it doesn’t help. You can still remember what really happened, his hand around your neck, boot in your side, the bruises along each ridge of your spine from being tossed into a wall.

Your ribs may have been almost fully healed now, after two months being a Scout, but you still can feel each kick he gave you just for telling him no.

“Breathe.”

You sputter, looking up to see Captain Levi kneeling in front of you. He grips your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Breathe, come on. Take a deep breath.”

You try, you really do, but you only end up sobbing harder. Your hands clench the grass.

He sighs heavily, scooting over to your side and awkwardly patting your back. “Breathe.”

You manage to slow your breathing, and take a few good deep breaths. Then you immediately stumble to your feet. “…Sorry. I’ll head back now.”

His hand is around your wrist before you can even register that he’s gotten up. “Why are you out here so late, crying in the damn courtyard?”

“It’s nothing. Just a bad dream, you murmur, tugging your hand away from him and heading back inside.

You feel assessing eyes on your back as you walk, and you can’t help but look down at your hand, that hand that you wore a ring on for a year and a half.

You’ve fallen silent, chewing your lip and looking off to the side. The reporter tilts her head, raising a brow.

“She just needed a fresh start,” Levi answers for you, placing a hand on your hip for reassurance. “And that’s what she got.”

She accepts that answer, writing down the words. “Now, how did you two end up together? Was it live at first sight?”

Levi scoffs. “Far from it.”

You glare at him. “Well, I liked you.”

“No, you hated me. You just wanted to fuck.”

“Thank you, Hange,” you grin, folding up the card again and tucking it back into the envelope, which reads ‘Congrats, new Captain!’. “I really appreciate it.”

A year in the Survey Corps flew by fast, and you had shown immense skill in the craft, therefore earning the title of Captain of your very own squad.

But your skills weren’t the only thing that had developed. You and Levi tolerated each other now, even if he thought you were loud and chaotic and you thought he was grumpy and sad, like a lonely old man.

And yet, you were drawn to him. He was handsome, and every once in a while you’d say something that would make his mouth tilt up, and… that mouth. It would be the death of you.

Hange heads out, leaving you alone in your room for the first time in hours. Everybody had been in and out, offering congratulations and words of advice.

You sink back onto your bed, yawning. It’s been a long day, and now you just want to sleep—

But a knocking comes on your door, and in walks Levi.

“I could have been naked,” you grin as he strides over, dumping a pile of paperwork on your desk.

“Captains have more paperwork than everybody else. I’ve been assigned to show you how to fill it out.”

“I bet you were hoping I was naked” you tease, but get up anyway, running a hand down your face as you stand next to him.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You’re boring.”

“Boring? Really?”

“Yeah.”

There is a short silence, with Levi sorting through the papers. And suddenly, you are very aware of the fact that you are in your bedroom, alone, with Levi Ackerman.

And apparently he’s aware of it too, because he gives you a look.

And then you jump on him.

The reporter laughs and scratches a few things down on her pad of paper, her eyes crinkling around the edges. “And what year was this?”

“We met in 846, and then started seeing each other romantically in 847,” you explain. You open a lollipop and stick it in your mouth.

The reporter only stares at you, a brow lifted and eyes narrowed.

“Eleven years ago,” Levi says, and then she nods and writes it down.

“What—”

“Different years,” Levi murmurs, shaking his head. “They’re in the damn 1900’s, remember.”

You flush, blood rushing to your ears and cheeks. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with the rest of the world, you always forget that years are different and you can take a plane somewhere and getting a papercut doesn’t mean you might die of sepsis.

For you, it’s still 858.

“Did you two personally know Eren Jaeger?”

You crouch by the bars, tilting your head as you examine him. Just a child. Skinny. He couldn’t hurt a fly.

“This is the titan child?” You ask, squinting. “He’s, what, fifteen?”

“Yes. Please step back,” Levi says. “You don’t need to be that close.”

“He’s like a fleck of dirt in a crop field. I need to be this close to see him. Are you sure he really—“

The chains on his arms rattle, and you skitter back, slamming into the wall beside Levi.

“Careful,” he scowls, brushing dirt off of your shoulder.

“What… happened?” The boy asks, rubbing his eyes.

Erwin launches into a full explanation, and by the time he’s done the boy looks completely lost.

“You’re… the commander of the Survey Corps,” he looks at Erwin, “…And Captain Levi, and Captain {Y/N}… where am I?”

“A dungeon—”

Erwin keeps speaking, but a thump near the staircase catches your attention. You stride off, past the MP guards, and peek around the corner.

There, struggling against a guard, is the young girl that you’ve been told is Mikasa.

You scowl, shutting the door behind yourself and storming up to her.

“Calm down,” you whisper, taking both her wrists in one hand and pushing her up against a wall. “Do you realize what you’re risking here?”

“You don’t understand, I need to see him—”

“Shut up. You’re risking his freedom by coming this close. Go back upstairs.”

She glares at you, damn near baring her teeth. But you hold firm, and she slowly nods.

“Good, now go.”

You release her, and with one final glance over her shoulder, she trudges up the stairs.

You run a hand through your hair, thinking to yourself: these new scouts are going to be an issue, aren’t they?

“Yes,” you say, nodding. “We knew all of the kids.”

“All of them?” she asks, furiously scratching down your words.

“We were both captains when Eren’s year entered the corps — we trained them. Of course we knew them all.”

“On my squad,” you read off of your paper, speaking to the large crowd in front of you — all the scouts that will be on the next expedition. “…I am pulling in an extra scout. Mikasa Ackerman will join me in the center ranks.”

Whispers run through the crowd, and you step off of the stage, taking your spot next to Levi in the captains line. Erwin picks up a speech, talking about the squad formations.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn, and your eyes widen as you’re met with your favorite chaos trio: Jean, Sasha, and Connie.

“Get into your formation,” you hiss.

“But, here’s the thing,” Jean whispers. “I’ve been really great during training. What do I have to do to get on your squad?”

“Jean!” you narrow your eyes. “You are not getting on my squad.”

“I would bring you food every day,” Sasha pleads, putting her hands out in a prayer position. “Please! We’d be the best squad ever.”

You actually pause to consider that for the food, but Levi stomps on your foot. “Ow— Uhm, no. Now return to formation or I’ll bump you down a squad.”

They skitter off, moving through the crowd. You just hope that they’ll go to the right place this time.

You sigh, facing forward again. You’ve already heard everything that Erwin has to say, so this is all repeat to you.

You brush your hand against Levi’s, and his pinky touches yours. You lock them together, resisting the urge to just lean into his warmth.

Pinkies locked, you wait out the rest of the assembly.

“Would you say you were close with any of them?”

Levi shrugs. “They respected me. They loved her.”

“Oh, they loved you too,” you grin, patting his shoulder. “Loved you enough for Historia to smack you the second she was legally allowed to.”

“Have there been any hardships?” The reporter cuts in.

You pause. Levi pauses.

“Of course,” he murmurs, voice softer now. He brushes his fingertips against your thigh.

As soon as you make it in through the gate, Levi is at your side, pulling his horse up next to yours.

“Let me look,” he murmurs, beckoning with his hand.

You shake your head, cradling your messily bandaged hand to your chest. “No.”

“{Y/N}. Let me look,” his voice is more stern now.

You know the damage. You found a cloaked figure up high in the trees, you went for the attack, and they were faster than you. It was a clean cut. Your index and middle fingers are gone, as well as a chunk of your thumb.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I can’t take it off ‘till I reach the medics,” you whisper back, turning away from him. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

But he doesn’t leave. He stays by your side, silently. He rides with you all the way to the scout headquarters, silently. He walks with you to the medics, without a single word.

The medics take one look at you, and, having heard that you were coming in, usher you into a private room.

There are three medics with you, which means they consider your injury a serious one.

The lead medic closes the door, and then turns to you with a pitiful smile. “Let’s take a look, alright captain?”

You cradle your hand closer to your chest. You feel like a child, not wanting to accept what’s happened. But it’s… your hand… this is forever.

Levi gently touches your arm. “You don’t have to look.”

You can’t remember the last time Levi was so soft with you. You’ve been with him for years by now, but he’s just not a soft person.

Nevertheless, he pulls your face against his shoulder, stroking your hair. He carefully pulls your wrapped hand away from you, holding it out for the medics.

You feel it immediately when they start pulling the bandages off, and you bury your face into Levi’s shirt, whimpering.

“You’re alright. They’ve almost got it off,” he murmurs, holding your face against his chest.

The wrapping falls away, and there’s a soft gasp from one of the medics, followed by Levi stiffening.

“Is it bad?” you moan, crying out as someone prods something painful.

“Do you want me to lie?”

“No.”

“It’s not good. But it’s a clean cut, so they’re going to clean it and stitch it up for you. You’ll be fine.”

You fist his shirt. “…Please don’t go.”

He pulls you a little closer. “I won’t. I won’t leave your side.”

The next thing you know, they’ve stuck your hand in alcohol, and you’re screaming.

You tuck your half-hand into your pocket, out of the reporter’s watchful gaze.

“But you two are married, correct?”

Levi nods. “Yes.”

“When were you married?”

You look to Levi, smiling softly. “Well, twice. Once in Paradis, and they don’t acknowledge Paridian marriage licenses here, so we did it all over again a couple years ago.”

“When was the first time?”

Your hand has become a focus for you.

Just as you lay in bed now, holding your two and a half fingers above your head. The stitches have been taken out, leaving you with pinky and ring fingers, two little nubs cut below the first knuckle, and half of a thumb. It’s still healing, but this is pretty much what your hand will look like. Forever. Till the day you finally croak.

The door swings open, and you immediately feel Levi’s cold, calculating gaze. “Are you picking at it again?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Just looking. Y’know, at least I still have a ring finger.”

“Why does that matter?” He asks. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up, then sits on the bed beside you and starts on his boots.

“So one day I could wear a wedding ring.”

He pauses. You pause, realizing what just came out of your mouth.

He turns to face you, leaving one boot on and the other half off. “You’re interested in marriage.”

Suddenly your face feels hot. “…Yeah.”

“To me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really what you want?”

You nod, chewing your lip.

“Then marry me.” His face stays completely blank.

You sit up slowly, eyes wide. “You— you wanna marry me?”

“You already know that I love you. If you want marriage, it’s only logical that—”

You cut him off by tackling him, sending the both of you tumbling off the bed. Levi twists so that he’ll hit the ground and you’re just land on him, but you have no time to ask if he’s okay between all the kisses you’re showering across his face.

He scoffs. “Enough, woman.”

“You wanna be stuck with me!? Really?!” You grin, sitting up to be straddling his waist.

“I guess so.”

You throw your arms over your head, starting to sing to yourself. “You looooove me, you wanna maaaarry me, I’m gettin’ maaaarried,” you snap to your own little beat, dancing on his waist.

You look down at him, beaming, just to find him watching you with soft gray eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers.

The reporter smiles and nods, then looks over her notes. “Well, I just have one more question, and then I’ll leave you two be.”

Levi looks quite ready to be done, so you speak up. “Just make it quick.”

She nods, looking up at you one last time. “Did everyone else know you two were together?”

You sigh, reaching behind you and pulling your hair out of its ponytail. It’s been a long day, and all you want is to refill your ODM fuel for tomorrow and go to bed.

You approach the supply closet, but pause when you hear voices. You peer in, eyes widening at the sight.

Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Reiner, and Bertholdt all crowd around a table, coins in piles. But there are no cards. No game.

“Listen,” Connie says, throwing up his hands. “It’s just gotta be someone in the Survey Corps. There’s no way it’s not!”

“But wouldn’t we know if it was?” Jean adds, rubbing his chin. “There aren’t too many options.”

“Miche?” Mikasa proposes, spinning a coin in her fingers.

“What? No,” Eren scoffs. “Absolutely not. Armin, what do you think?”

Armin lets out a low whistle, shaking his head. “I already lost my money on the bet that Captain {Y/N} would stay single. I thought she was the type to not want or need a man.”

Ah. So they’re betting… on my love life!?

“Well, she’s wearing a ring, that’s for sure…” Sasha rubs her chin. “What if it’s Levi?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Everyone in the room erupts into laughter.

“Ha! Her and Levi? When pigs fly!” Eren laughs, banging his fist on the table.

“You’re such an idiot,” Connie grins, shoving Sasha. “I’d say she’s a lesbian before that!”

You smirk and roll your eyes, walking away from the room. You just know that they’re gonna be knocked off their feet when they find out.

“No, no, it took them quite a while to find out,” you laugh, shaking your head. “They couldn’t have guessed it if they’d put all their little brains together — and believe me, they did.”

“So, how did they find out?”

“Alrighty, Armin,” you sigh, running a hand over your head. “Let’s get this transformation done. The area is cleared for miles, so just give me a few minutes to get out of dodge, and you’ll get the smoke signal to go ahead.”

He nods, chewing his lip.

“Hey,” you pat his shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

With that done, you turn, shooting your grappling hooks into a tree and soaring off into the forest.

After a few minutes, you’re damn near in the safe zone.

Near.

And then the sky lights up like a Christmas tree.

As expected, a massive explosion sounds behind you, and your ears immediately start to ring. More concerning, however, is the shrapnel made of trees and dirt and rocks flying your way.

You shriek, turning forward once more and zipping your way through the trees. Except, you have to hold your left sword in a weird way because of your hand, and then a gush of wind hits you and—

The branch you’re swinging from snaps, and you’re sent tumbling to the ground, unable to right yourself.

The grass gets nearer and nearer, and you fumble with your swords. But you won’t make it. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, and accept your fate—

Until you collide with Levi’s chest, and his arms are around you, and you’re zipping towards the safe zone.

“Holy shit,” you wheeze, coughing on stirred up dust. You grip his shoulders, shaking from all of the adrenaline rushing through you.

You’re back in the group with the others in no time, and Levi immediately puts you on the ground. But you don’t get a hug and a ‘thank god you’re alive.’ No, Levi puts his hands on your shoulders and shakes you.

“Are you crazy?” He hisses, gripping your jaw with one hand. “I’ve told you to hold your swords upside down like I do, so this wouldn’t happen. You almost died, and all because of your idiocy—”

“Levi—”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. You cannot go dying on me, you hear me? I will not lose you.”

You bite your lip, putting a hand on his chest. “Levi…”

“You are such a fucking idiot. I cannot believe I married someone who would risk her own life like that. You need to value yourself, damn it! You cannot leave me here alone—”

You shut him up with a kiss, rooting your hand in his hair. He kisses you back without hesitation, his hands flying to your waist.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you murmur, pulling away. “You saved me. You caught me. And I’m confident that you always will.”

His jaw clenches, a muscle feathering, and he opens his mouth, but a voice from the right interrupts whatever he had planned to say.

“Did I, uh… miss a chapter?” Jean asks.

You look over to find almost all of Eren’s friend group standing there, dumbfounded. Hange sits up in a tree, grinning ear to ear, but they’ve known about you two for years.

You grin, shaking your head. “The money goes to Sasha.”

“AND YOU ALL CALLED ME STUPID!” Sasha shrieks, throwing her hands up in the air.

“That’s all I need,” the reporter nods, and closes her notebook, tucking away her pen. “Nice meeting you two, heroes.”

She leaves with a wink, and just in time, because a little refugee boy has approached, hands behind his back.

You give him a soft smile, kneeling to be on his level. “Would you like a lollipop?”

The boy nods, giving a shy smile.

Levi reaches into his box, holding out a blue lollipop. He gives the child his softest smile, and in that smile you see it all.

You see the man that saved your ass more times than you can count. The man who presses a kiss to your temple when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. The man who blushes when you run your hands down his chest. The man who doesn’t give anyone that soft smile of his, except for on very rare occasions.

Your man.

The center of your universe.

The boy takes his lollipop, bows at the waist, and then skitters off with a mumbled ‘thank you.’

You watch him go, and then you turn back, met with Levi, holding out a lollipop to you.

You press a kiss to his scarred knuckles and take it, giving him your own soft smile. “I love you.”

“Yeah, you too, brat,” he chuckles, turning back to the box of candy.

And you remember the nights you spent eating sweets he brought back for you from town.

You remember every night with him.

Because Levi is your world. Your one and only.

And he always will be, from now until the end of time.

@jeannineee be proud of me bitch <3

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strangesthirdeye · 6 months

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Adore ( 10th/14th Doctor x fem! Reader)

Summary: Sometimes old wounds can bleed again Warning: It's the Doctor who doesn't love him? light angst, slap, not a spoiler from The Star Beast special, heart breaking, broken, fluff, old face, forgiveness and horny cat. As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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A few years ago. ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

You have traveled with the Doctor since his 9th regeneration. You already know Rose, Jackie, Mickey and Jack. It can be said that you have made many friends plus enemies while traveling with the Doctor.

Although most of his travel can be dangerous but that is not an obstacle for you to continue traveling with him.

You have met Donna Noble. The kind and spitfire lady. Sometimes she can be a protective partner and sometimes she and her sarcasm can be quite dangerous for a certain period of time. But overall, you and Donna are best friends forever and always tease the Doctor with some kind of flirting and name calling such as Skinny Man or pretty boy, making him blush or whine with embarrassment. Sometimes he just brushed it off.

But then, Davros and the Daleks happen. And there goes Meta Crisis Doctor created by Donna accidentally and Rose coming back from the alternative universe. Everything seems to be planned for this thing to happen. Donna suddenly gets knowledge from the Time Lord causing her brain to burn if she 'uses' too much energy and she will die if it continues so the Doctor decides to wiped all the adventures she, you and the Doctor have been through.

Meanwhile you only looked at what the Doctor did to Donna from the Tardis door with eyes glossy with tears. You can't do anything, but you can only see the knotted situation in front of you. You're speechless and just accept fate with open arms.

Once the Doctor sent the unconscious Donna back to her house, the Doctor just kept quiet and didn't say anything. His shirt was soaked with rainwater, his face was broken and sad while his hands were fiddling with the Tardis control.

You don't know how to approach a situation like this so you just move closer to the Doctor and stand next to him and look at the control with a blank face.

A few seconds later you heard the Doctor sniffling trying to hold back his tears and you could feel the Doctor was about to say something.

"I will take you back home. So better prepared with whatever items you have here" Doctor said in his hoarse voice.

You looked at the Doctor skeptically. "what?"

"I'll take you home.. I can't let you travel with me anymore. It's gone too far and I can't let you in danger anymore" The Doctor exclaimed then pulled and pressed some controls there.

The sounds of wheezing and groaning are heard inside the Tardis indicating that the Tardis has started to move. You looked at the Doctor in disbelief.

"no.. Is this because of what happened earlier? hmm? Now you just want to say that it has crossed the line. But tell me, what we went through before didn't it cross the line too? Then why now do you want to take me back?" you argued

"I never asked for this to happen. Please just.. just don't fight and let me take you home. At least you will be safe" Doctor pleaded.

"But I'm already safe here! With you. Please don't take me back, Doctor..please" you begged with glassy eyes.

The doctor didn't say anything and just controlled the control. He didn't directly look at your broken face because he was afraid he would regret the choice he made. At least what he thought was the right choice. You will be safe. No more threats of aliens or disasters.

You scoffed bitterly. "You can't suddenly take me home, Doctor. I know you."

"actually I can. At least you don't have to go through all this if I'm not there" Doctor replied blankly while looking at you.

The Tardis stopped wheezing and groaned indicating that the destination had been reached. You looked at the Doctor with a betrayed face.

You let out a small whimper trying to hold back the tears. "Why are you doing this? We've been through a lot. Why now?"

"because I can't let the people I adore in danger anymore. All this happened because of me. I'm not a hero you can admire and flatter. I failed to protect the people I adore and now see what happens. I can't let the same thing happened to you too. I-" Doctor paused. "- you should go.."

You are stunned. Tears started to fall and fell down your cheeks, wetting your smooth cheeks. You sighed heavily and looked at the Doctor with betrayed eyes.

"if that's what you think is a good thing, Doctor.. Then once my feet step out of this Tardis that means I've lost faith in you, Doctor." you said with a sad tone of voice.

The Doctor just kept silent and turned his gaze to the control without glazing over you for the last time. You were dumbfounded and just nodded in resignation. Without words, you started walking out to the Tardis door with a sad expression on your face. "I just leave my stuffs here then..I don't need it anymore.."

And there you lost faith with the Doctor. You never see Doctor for several years until now.

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Present day ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

"no, no! Pablo. You can't mess with the cat next door! I don't want grandchildren yet" you scolded your cat.

Pablo only meowed and he lazily walked under the table and landed there. You sighed. It's been 4 times Pablo tried to 'flirt' with the cat next to your house sneakily and fortunately your neighbor Dhani brought Pablo back to your house and stated.

"Pablo has started to mate with Munchkin this time. Fortunately, I was able to stop him from making me and you unpaid adoptive grandmothers" Dhani said blankly while handing Pablo into your hand.

You scoffed at Pablo and sat down on your sofa and started reading your book. It's been a long time since you stepped out of the Tardis and since then you haven't heard from the Doctor and you haven't talked about it anymore. You have moved on. You have the job you want, a sex-crazed cat and a new lifestyle that you feel quite comfortable with it.

But there are times when you might shed tears silently remembering the adventures you and the Doctor went through together. You feel a little regret but when you remember the thing that made you step out of the Tardis you immediately forget it.

' Forget about it, he might be happy traveling alone. He doesn't want you anymore' whispered the devil in your ear. You just shook your head and focused on reading again.

But your composure to read doesn't last long when you hear a familiar sound like wheezing and groaning in the back yard of your house. You were transfixed and the book in your hand fell onto your lap. Pablo suddenly woke up and hissed towards the door as if angry with the sound.

You then get up from the couch and go to the window facing the backyard. The curtains are pulled aside and there it stands majestically in the middle of your backyard. Blue Box that is bigger on the inside. Tardis. You exhaled heavily and closed your curtains again then walked towards your couch.

You are pensive. Why? why did he reappear today? why now? To apologize? To make up for all the wrongs he did to you? After all this time why did he suddenly appear in your backyard?

You bite your lip anxiously. This cannot be. What else does he want from you?

Not long after, a knock on the door began to be heard at your back door. You are silent. Breath caught in your mouth and your hands started to sweat. It's him.. That's really him. Why does he want to come back to you after he kicked you out of the Tardis years ago? You looked at Pablo who was still glaring at the back door.

You got up and slowly walked towards the back door. When you got there, your sweaty hands slowly reached for the doorknob. Anxiety and nervousness started to exist in your body while your mind screamed not to open the door and face him. But you don't know if he has regenerated or not. You worry about what you expect is him but it's not the same face. Can he be she? you don't know.

The sound of knocking is heard again this time accompanied by the hoarse voice of the same man who kicked you out a few years ago.

"Y/n, are you there?"

You turned the doorknob and faced his face with a nervous face. There he stood with his thin and tall body still the same as a few years ago only his attire was different and not his usual dark brown trench coat and striped suits in it. The shoes are still the same. Right now he has a dark blue trench coat, a white collar shirt along with a striped blazer matching his pants and complete with a gray tie. But what catches your attention is his slightly older face. His hair is still brown and spiky while his gorgeous brown eyes hold emotions that you can't identify whether it's sad or happy.

"Y/n" he whispered your name slowly as if an old memory struck his mind.

You just looked at his face and moved closer to him. Look upon his dark brown eyes with your uncontrollable emotions, you slap his face with all your heart. Angry tears running down your cheeks. He was stunned.

"What are you doing here, Doctor?" you hissed bitterly.

The Doctor was stunned and his face was upset. His cheeks were red with the imprint of your slap on his cheeks.

"I- I came to apologize" Doctor said slowly.

"why now? after you kicked me out of the Tardis.. why now?" you questioned with an angry tone.

"I think you deserve an apology from me after what I did to you.. I'm very, very sorry after breaking your heart and kicking you out of the Tardis a years ago.. I shouldn't have done that to you.. you deserve better than me" Doctor explained with a sad tone of voice.

"oh, you shouldn't have done that to me, Doctor. If you love your friends, you shouldn't do that suddenly and kick them out of the Tardis without any reasonable reason. Sure, you don't want the same thing happened to me. But don't you think that before this I have been through many dangerous things while traveling with you but you never stopped me from traveling with you. Why? why after Davros and the Daleks invasion, you suddenly change your mind and decide to kick me out? Not to mention what you did to Donna?" you exclaimed in your raspy voice. Your eyes were red with tears while your cheeks were wet with tear streaks.

The doctor was silent.

"i just want you to be safe" Doctor whispered but that was enough for you to hear.

"oh, sod off with me being safe, Doctor. I'm tired with your same excuse. I'm tired with this guilty feeling that I always have and think about what I did wrong to you until you kick me out of the Tardis ." you replied

"I don't want you to go through the same thing as our other friends... I-" Doctor paused and stared at your face with a pleading face.

"What is it, Doctor? After all this time without hearing from you and now you suddenly appear behind my house, why now? I'm already happy and moved on with all that then why did you decide to appear and disturb my peace? " tears fell down your cheeks again.

" because I care about you! i can't lose you. I adore you since the moment we traveled with Rose. I don't have enough courage to say this to you because I'm afraid I'll lose the person I love. Because i know.. I know that I will lose the people I love if I keep doing good things. That is my curse to be a Time Lord. I don't want you to go through the same thing as them so what I decided is the most sensible thing for me to keep you safe " Doctor looked at your face pleadingly.

You are speechless. The Doctor loves you. Now you understand. It's the feeling that you don't want to go through losing someone so dear to you so you push them away in the hope that they will be safe from you. In the hope that they can find a better love than you.

"you.. adore me?" you stammered. while holding out your hand towards the Doctor in disbelief.

"i adore you so much. No matter what my face looks like, I will always adore you and I will do anything to protect you. Half of my hearts is with you. I don't care if you lose faith in me but you still need to know that I really adore you" Doctor held your hand and stroked it gently.

You sighed heavily and brought your right hand to the Doctor's cheek and gently stroked his cheek with your finger. Doctor leaning against your palm while closing his eyes trying to feel the texture of your soft skin. It's been a while since he couldn't have physical contact with you and he doesn't know how much he misses the feeling of your skins.

"how many faces have you been through?" you questioned him with a softened voice.

"I've become an obsessed man with a bowtie and fez, I've become a Scottish man and I've become a woman. But then I got this face again out of nowhere. I don't know why" Doctor explained and placed his forehead on yours.

"why? to apologize?" you replied with a hushed.

"probably to admit my love for you" Doctor chuckled lightly.

You chuckled lightly for a moment then closed your eyes and parted away with him slightly. You stare at his face, his eyes and his lips. The Doctor did the same thing to you. And without wind or storm, you both lean and kiss each other's lips passionately and gently.

The doctor put his right hand on the back of your head and his left hand on your neck while you put both your hands on his chest. Both of your eyes are closed tightly to feel each other's presence. And after that, you both part away and stare at each other's eyes with love and fondness in both of your eyes.

"I adore you too, Doctor"

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rebouks · 6 months

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Previous // Next

Oscar: [hissed] What did I fucking say?! Wyatt: I know, but-… Oscar: And you-.. fuck you for bringing him here! The hell is wrong with you? Darien: Uh.. it’s important? Wyatt: I need to find someone; get me their address and I’ll leave. Oscar: Like I give a shit what you need-.. get the fuck off my porch! Wyatt: Please..! [A heavy silence fell between the trio as Oscar and Darien stared at Wyatt in shock, the desperation in his voice taking all three men by surprise] Wyatt: [sighs] If I had any other choice, do you think I’d be here? Oscar: God knows-.. who’re you trying to find? [Wyatt hesitated, chewing the inside of his cheek; he didn’t particularly want anyone to know why he was here] Oscar: I ain’t doing shit unless you tell me… Wyatt: I want to talk to someone who might know where Brynn is. Oscar: Brynn? [Darien’s mouth fell open questioningly, though he said nothing] Wyatt: Did I stutter? Oscar: Why? Wyatt: Does it matter? I’m not gonna hurt the guy, I just-.. she might be in trouble. Oscar: Thanks to you, no doubt. Wyatt: Actually not.. if you can believe that. Oscar: I can’t. Wyatt: Could you refrain from being a complete bellend for five minutes? You’re wasting my time! Oscar: Sorry-.. I’m wasting your time? [Wyatt pinched the bridge of his nose; he didn’t have time for Oscar’s belligerence] Darien: Maybe we could do something productive instead of bickering? Just a thought… Oscar: I’m coming with you. Wyatt: No, you’re-… Oscar: Non-negotiable, it’s the only way I can be sure you aren’t dirtying my conscience again. Wyatt: Like you didn’t dirty it yourself, at least-… [Wyatt winced as Darien thrust his elbow into his ribcage] Wyatt: [wheezes] I have his work email. Oscar: That’ll have to do.

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #wyatt shaw #darien moore #oscar finch #robin finch #robin doesn't miss a thing #👀#i love darien like.. don't bite the hand that feeds PLZ #lmaoo

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worstamongequals · 1 year

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Deadly

— “This crazy bitch is trying to kill me.”

“Hmm, I wonder why.”

Eddie Brock x Vigilante!Reader

You and Eddie had been working together for months now: you, Karma, in your hooded disguise, and Eddie masked by Venom. The Lethal Protectors started working with you after coming across you in an alley one night, where they watched you single-handedly take down a would-be rapist, and Venom offered to eat his head. You and Eddie have never revealed your identities to each other, but tonight, you’re forced to when Eddie takes you back to his apartment for a patch-up after a really bad fight.

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Holy fucking shit. Eddie watched in awe as you handed that guy’s ass to him. You, whoever you are, wearing a protective suit with a mask covering your face, the visor glinting in what little light illuminated the alley. We should help her, Eddie. No, buddy, I think she’s got it.

The man grunted when your knuckles connected with his cheekbone once more and he dropped to his knees. “Come on, man, if you’d have just said she was your girl, I’d have left her alone.” You buried your boot in his stomach and he curled into a ball on the cold pavement.

“That’s your problem, pal.” Your voice was all ice and poison. It occurred to Eddie that the man you were currently kicking the shit out of hadn’t realized you weren’t a man. “You should’ve left her alone because she said leave me alone, not because you think she belongs to some other guy.” Eddie heard a loud crack and suddenly the man yelped in pain. You broke a rib that time.

“Please,” He begged. “Don’t do this.”

“Oh?” You paused, drawing a knife from some unseen hiding place and pressing the blade against his throat. “Are those words suddenly supposed to mean something now? Coming from you?”

The man fell silent, save for a wheezing sound whenever he breathed. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, like a fish gasping for air.

“You didn’t seem to think those words held any weight earlier.” The blade of your knife pressed deeper into his skin, releasing a thin trickle of blood. “Speak.”

“I-I just,” He stammered. “Please.”

“Hmm,” You hummed liltingly, as if considering his plea. “I’m gonna go with no.”

You put your foot to his shoulder and pushed him down, until he was flat on his back, lying in a puddle of what Eddie could only hope was the man’s own piss. You pulled a gun from the holster at your back, cocking it and aiming it right between his eyes.

“Good fucking night, you piece of shit.”

“Wait!” Venom leapt down from the roof he had been perched on. You stepped back, adjusting your stance so your gun was now pointed at Venom and your knife was back against the man’s throat. “Allow me to make you an offer.”

“I’m listening.” You tried to steady your voice, but it was difficult to sound cool and collected when you were confronted by this 7 foot, oily black alien thing, with rows of teeth and milky white eyes. But Eddie silently commended you for standing your ground.

“I will eat his head. For you.”

“You-” You stuttered, shocked, but also… pleased? “Who are you?”

“We are Venom, the Lethal Protector.”

“Uh… cool.” You lowered your gun. “I’m Karma.”

“You’re a bitch.” The man on the ground spat.

“Oh yeah? You think so?” You gently dragged your knife down his neck and chest, coming to a stop at the waistline of his pants. Ignoring his panicked shouts, you cut through the jeans and boxers, digging the serrated blade into the base of his weapon of choice. “Right, well karma is a fucking bitch, isn’t she?” You sawed halfway through before you stepped back, almost as if admiring your work. He won’t be using that anymore. Then you looked at Venom and gestured towards the man on the floor. “Be my guest.”

Venom devoured him. And this time, Eddie was glad he did it. Venom wanted to eat brains, and Eddie didn’t want innocent people to die. This was their perfect target group. Someone who deserved to be violently removed from this spinning rock.

“My partner would like to speak to you.”

Eddie could picture your eyes widening underneath your mask. “Who?”

Venom’s face peeled back, revealing a smaller, human face underneath. You tried to get a clear look, to figure out if this was someone you knew or someone you should be able to recognize later, but Venom distorted Eddie’s face just enough so that although you could tell you were now speaking to a human man, you couldn’t make out any identifying characteristics. “Hi,” He said, somewhat awkwardly. You cocked your head to the side - his voice didn’t match his hulking figure at all. “We are Venom. And I’d like to make a deal with you.”

- - -

You grunted when your back slammed into the brick wall behind you. Sucking in a ragged breath, you forced yourself back up onto your feet. Eddie admired that about you. You sniffed, dragging the back of your hand across your nose, only taking a second to acknowledge the blood that came away on your hand. “You’re going to regret that. And everything else you did tonight.”

“You crazy bitch,” The guy’s fists were up, but he looked tired. Not much of a fighter. “I didn’t do anything wrong. She wanted it. You’re just a fucking cockblock-”

“More like chopping block.”

“What’s that even supposed to mean?”

“Come find out.” Two knives slid out of their sheaths and into your hands with a shink sound. The man pulled out his baton, gripping it tightly in his sweaty hand. You’d never liked batons - they were fucking brutal. Anyone whose weapon of choice was a baton made your stomach churn; it took a special kind of sick to be comfortable beating someone to death. “She wanted it.” He repeated, mostly to himself.

“None of them did.” You tightened your grip on your knives. “The only thing you protect and serve is yourself.” You launched yourself forward, dodging his first swing of the baton and landing a deep cut on his forearm. He hissed in pain and if looks could kill, you’d be dead. He reached for the radio clipped to his belt. “This is Foxtrot-22, I am in need of assistance-”

You shoved your hand underneath his chin, against the top of his throat, forcing him to step backward if he wanted to continue breathing. “I don’t think so.” You plucked the radio out of his hands, resting your thumb above the talk button. “Repeat after me.”

“You cun- AGH-” You pushed your hand harder into his throat.

“This is Foxtrot-22.” You nodded, signaling him to speak. You clicked the radio on.

“This is Foxtrot-22.”

“And I need to be held accountable for my crimes.”

“I need-” He paused. “Help, Code 8, at my last location-” He knocked you off balance, and you tripped over his discarded baton. You let out an angry, inhuman sound when your palms slammed into the compacted gravel. You flipped over almost immediately, already reaching back to grab your gun when a heavy boot connected with your face. “Fuck!” You fired off a single shot but missed when the man landed a solid kick to your ribs. You dropped the gun, arms immediately moving to cover your abdomen to protect yourself from his unforgiving blows. You heard the gun skittering across the pavement and were suddenly acutely aware of the ever-shrinking number of weapons you had left at your disposal. You pulled a small blade from a hidden holster at your belt and sliced it across the man’s Achilles' tendon, and he let out an animalistic howl of pain. Blinded by white-hot rage, he brought his baton down on you over and over again. You tried your best to gain back your control over the situation, but he got the drop on you. Black spots dotted your vision. That was when Venom came sliding down the rooftop.

“Oh shit.” This stopped the man in his tracks.

“What seems to be the problem here?” The question might’ve sounded neutral enough, but Venom was circling the man like a shark after its prey, eyeing him as if he couldn’t decide which part to eat first.

The man gulped, seemingly aware of his hopeless situation. That didn’t stop him from trying to talk his way out of it. “This crazy bitch is trying to kill me.”

“Hmm, I wonder why.” Venom smiled big. He ran his tongue across the front of his teeth before biting the man’s head clean off at the shoulders. “I never liked the taste of pig.” Venom turned, partially revealing Eddie’s face to you. “You okay?”

You coughed, clutching at your ribs in pain before spitting out blood. Should ribs move this way? Gingerly reaching your fingers under your mask, you touched your face, and you could feel the print left by the man’s heavy work boots. Nose is definitely not supposed to bend that way. The world grew fuzzy and dark. “No.” You mumbled, before fading away.

Venom immediately retreated back into Eddie. Eddie paled, staring at your limp figure that was now slumped back against the squad car of Venom’s most recent snack. He shook his head, forcing himself back into the moment.

Eddie rushed forward, gently placing his hands against your rib cage. Two, maybe three, broken? Carefully, he picked you up and carried you out of the alley.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Eddie muttered.

I can heal her, Eddie.

I need to get her somewhere safe.

And Venom took over again, holding you close to his chest, bounding from rooftop to rooftop until he reached Eddie’s apartment. He slid down the side of the building and landed on the sidewalk before melting away until Eddie was all that was left.

Eddie carried you up the stairs, adjusting his grip on you every few steps. He was afraid to drop you or bump your ribs the wrong way. He had to fight the urge to stop and check your breathing every two minutes. When he finally got you inside, he laid you down gently on his couch and checked your pulse.

Allow me.

Your eyebrows scrunched up when Venom vanished into your skin. Something cold wrapped itself around Eddie’s heart and squeezed as he watched Venom mend your broken bones.

- - -

When you woke up, you were warm. Wrapped in a blanket that smelled like a laundry detergent you’d never used. You opened your eyes slowly, afraid of the pain you knew you’d be in and the bruises that most definitely covered your body.

“Hey, good morning,”

Instantaneously forgetting to move slowly, your eyes flew open and you shot up into a seated position. “Venom?”

“Uhh…” He hesitated. “You can just call me Eddie.”

“I don’t remember any- Where-”

“You’re in my apartment, you were hurt really bad. I carried you here,” You turned to face Eddie, surprised to see him on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. “Venom healed you.”

Your hands flew to your face when you realized that Eddie was doing nothing to obscure his face from your view. “Oh no, no, don't worry,” Eddie reached out his hands in a calming gesture. You relaxed when your fingertips met the material that still covered your face. “I left your mask on. Never saw your face. Venom just attached to you for long enough to fix your broken bones.”

“Thanks,” You murmured. You looked around at his apartment. “Nice place.” Then you looked out the window. The moon was shining. “How long was I out?”

“It’s just been a couple hours.” He frowned down at his phone. “It’s 3 AM right now.”

You nodded, unsure of what to say next. You’d never interacted with Venom outside of kicking the shit out of assholes, and this was your first time meeting just Eddie.

Say something to her.

No, what the fuck? Let her go back to sleep.

“My face hurts.” And suddenly your eyes welled with tears. You squeezed them shut, glad to be wearing a mask.

“I can get you some Tylenol.”

Your lower lip quivered. “I can’t swallow pills.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” Eddie smiled at you. “I have these bad boys.” He set a small packet of dissolving Tylenol powder on your knee.

A laugh/sob combo clawed its way out of your throat when you picked up the packet. “Thanks.” You tore it open and flipped up the bottom part of your mask so that the lower half of your face was uncovered.

“Holy shit.”

“What?”

“N-nothing.”

“What.”

“Your face…” Eddie trailed off. “Are you… Wait here. Don’t move.” He practically leapt to his feet, rushing off to another room before returning with baby wipes and a first aid kit. “Do you want me to clean you up?”

You froze. “How do I know you won’t tell anyone who I am?”

“You know me now.” His smile was lopsided. Cute. “If I expose you, you expose me. Even trade.”

You silently pulled the mask off your face.

Eddie failed to hide his grimace. “That bad, huh?” You joked. He smiled apologetically, not bothering to stumble over his words in a feeble attempt to convince you that he never made a face. You appreciate that about him.

You made space for Eddie on the couch, sitting with your legs crossed. Eddie sat facing you, one leg pulled up between you and the other hanging over the edge.

“I mean, you took a boot to the face. It’s to be expected.” Eddie gently wiped your face, careful to not rub too hard.

Five minutes later, he had a small pile of red and pink-tinged wipes next to him and was diligently working at bandaging the scrapes on your face. You found yourself staring into his eyes until he met your gaze, at which point you would quickly look everywhere but him.

“You’re really pretty.” The words fell from his lips and he looked almost surprised at himself for letting them escape. Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. Eddie had refused to bring you a mirror, but you could feel the swelling around your left eye and the many band-aids that Eddie had applied with care. “That’s not funny.”

“Wasn’t a joke.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few more moments, until he moved the first aid kit aside and leaned back, satisfied with the care he’d given you. You fumbled with your mask, running your fingers over the stained material. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Isn’t this what friends are for?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “Friends?”

“Yeah, I mean… we’ve been a team for a few months now, I’d say we’re friends.” Eddie didn’t meet your gaze. He couldn’t. Eddie had never wanted to speculate on what you looked like underneath the mask, or who you were during the day. Nothing he imagined could compare with what little he already knew about the kind of person you were, so why bother making something up? He’d also never asked. You wore a mask for a reason, Eddie reminded himself. He wanted to respect your privacy. But maybe… Maybe part of him was worried about what he’d find out about you if he ever bothered to do any digging. If he got to know who you were, he might find out something he didn’t want to know. Maybe you had a partner of the non-ass-kicking variety. A life partner. 2.5 kids and a dog in a yard with a white picket fence. I could eat the dog. Shut up. All of the above. Any of the above. It’d crush him. So yeah, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you for too long, because if he did, all he could think about was the next time he’d get to see you without the mask. Eddie already knew you were a fantastic person and a fucking badass. But to top it all off… You were beautiful. He never gave himself permission to wonder what you looked like, but seeing you here, now, you were better than anything he could’ve imagined anyway. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, everything was just so you. It was too much. You needed to leave. Or maybe he should leave. You were the one who had broken ribs 5 hours ago-

“Eddie.” Your voice pulled him out of his spiral and he looked at you. And then you told him your name. Your real name.

He repeated it after you. “Sounds familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”

“No, you’d remember if you did.” You smiled at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

Eddie laughed nervously, and the silence settled around you once more. You thrummed your fingers against your thigh, an anxious habit of yours that Eddie had clocked during your first few nights working together. “Can I-” Eddie cleared his throat. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Can I… can we,” Was it hot in here? Eddie tugged at his shirt collar. “Can we maybe see each other again, without the masks sometime?”

“Maybe in a restaurant?” Venom piped up.

“Dude! Can you shut up?”

I’m helping you, Eddie!

You smiled wide, accidentally tearing open a few of the cuts that had begun to clot. “Ow. Oh, fuck.” You and Eddie reached for a nearby roll of gauze at the same time and your fingers brushed together. “Sorry.” The two of you whispered. Eddie took the gauze and pressed it against your broken skin, holding it there. You looked up at him, but he was staring intently at your injuries. “Yeah. That’d be fun.”

This drew his attention back to you. “Really? So… you don’t have 3 adorable kids and a dog in a suburb somewhere?”

“No,” You smiled. “I’m more of a cat person.”

“Ah.” He smiled back. “Me too.”

#reader insert #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #fanfic #eddie brock #venom #eddie brock fanfic #venom fanfiction #tom hardy #tom hardy characters #x reader #eddie brock x reader

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yourheartonfire · 1 year

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An assassin with a speciality in dispatching super powered beings is hired to protect a blossoming rookie whose power, once properly trained, is predicted to turn the tides of the hero-villain conflict. (Bonus if they’ve also been hired by a separate party or kill them, and they’re unsure which order to follow through with)

Prompt courtesy of @thepenultimateword !

"Breath," the Assassin suggested, eyeing the rookie uncertainly as they quickly gathered up their knives out of their opponents. Their former opponents.

"I'm breathing," the Rookie wheezed, hands gripping their knees. "I've checked. Definitely breathing. My god, your hands. They're all- all-"

The Assassin wiped the blood off on their pants and hauled the Rookie close with their offhand. The attackers were down but who could say if that wasn't just the first wave?

"You need to transport us out of here," they murmured to the Rookie. "Can you do that?"

The Rookie locked their arms around the Assassin's neck. "I couldn't hurt them," they gasped. Their breath, hot against the Assassin's throat, was somehow still speeding up. "I'm sorry, I couldn't use the power-"

"And that was the right choice," the Assassin said with total and honest conviction. They'd seen the Rookie in training. From three clicks away. In a bunker. "You're not a weapon yet, kid. But you are our exit." Shadows moved in suspicious patterns. The Assassin chucked their empty clip, slammed in the next one from their belt one-handed. Stay calm. "Breath, kid. Think of somewhere safe and take us-"

The world warped around them. For a horrible moment the Assassin felt themselves stretch and warp too - and then the world snapped back into a new shape.

The Assassin and the Rookie tumbled to a softly carpeted floor. The dim room came into focus: a rug, looped with letters and numbers. Colorful walls, low shelves filled with baskets of toys and picture books...

"A preschool?" The Assassin sat up. It was dark here too but a pre-dawn, peaceful kind of dark.

The Rookie's breath was slowing, finally, their nose pressed to the gritty fibers. "Daycare," they said.

The Assassin started to reach for them - then thought better of it. They stood and made for the tall, adult sized cabinets. Wet wipes got the rest of the blood off, then there was a full first-aid kit and bags of emergency food. Now they returned to the Rookie with their prizes, smelling of disinfectant.

"Drink," they said, dropping a couple juice boxes on the Rookie's head. "Are you hurt? There's Pokémon bandages."

"Ow," the Rookie muttered but took a box. For a moment they both sucked down apple juice in silence. The Assassin made a mental note - daycares and preschools as makeshift safe houses, while figuring out how to hide their tracks - stage an animal break-in to the food? - when the Rookie cleared their throat.

"You didn't have to - why did you -?"

"I didn't have to kill them?" the Assassin guessed. They took the silence as yes. "Definitely did. Those weren't muggers, that was two of Supervillain's mid powered killers. You noticed how they were trying to kill you?"

"That's not how heroes fight!" The Rookie pushed up to their feet stubbornly. They didn't look particularly steady. "We fight to incapacitate, to defend."

"Maybe that's why your hero squad hired me to watch you," the Assassin said.

The Rookie's mouth opened and closed as they worked that one over in their head. "You think they hired you to... to send a message?" they said quietly.

The Assassin tossed the bag of boxed raisins and cheap granola bars at the Rookie's chest and let themselves collapse onto a pile of gym mats. "Shouldn't happen again anytime soon," they said gruffly. "(Supervillain)'s gonna have a harder time finding volunteers for the next kill squad..." Then their stupid, tired brain actually heard what the Rookie had just said. They sat up fast enough to make the kid flinch. "What do you think they hired me for?"

"In case I..." The Rookie's eyes dropped. "Well. In case something goes wrong..."

With me, was the unspoken end of that sentence. The Assassin's stomach gave another lurch.

"Just cause they pay me to do bad things doesn't mean I'd do anything for money," the Assassin snapped.

Another long silence. The Rookie's eyes widened slight, but they were smart enough to say nothing. The Assassin lay back, closed their eyes again. "We're both stressed and sore," they said. "Let's take a rest before we call for ground transport out of here. I suggest - no, I recommend that this conversation never happened."

The Assassin let the exhaustion take them. When they woke a few hours later, the Rookie was clearing up the last of the medical supplies.

"Let's go home," they said, face guarded, but their hand in Assassin's was warm and the squeeze real. The Assassin nodded and let the Rookie carry them back.

It was going to be really hard to keep lying, and more and more, the Assassin was realizing maybe, maybe, they could find a way to avoid it...

They were never taking a bodyguard gig again.

#my fiction #hero x villain #hero x Assassin #rookie x expert #filled prompt #thepenultimateword

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mo0nlyte · 2 months

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(I'm sick so have another story bc I finally have motivation)

(bullshit this took way longer, and I got sick twice)

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Your brothers when you're ✨sick✨

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After one hot hell of a Texas day, you come inside.

Coughing.

Wheezing.

Extremely warm.

Dying inside.

You would normally hug Drayton as soon as you get inside.

Nah.

Straight to the bone couch, and slowly decide to accept the fate of death.

Meanwhile.

Drayton isn't happy.

But he can't take that out on you. Not your fault.

Still might yell

Of course now the twins aren't happy too.

"A-awe c-c-come on, why do w-w-we get more c-chores?!" Nubbins exclaimed, you can hear him from the bone couch.

You're confused. Why would he be getting chores?

Oh fuck, are you getting more chores?

Little do you know, your oldest bro already knows you're sick. Mostly because you've been coughing up a storm on the couch.

"Are ya sure? Lil shit can't be too bad right?" You hear Chop-Top. You kind guess they know you're sick now.

Chop-Top popped his head In, "Ya decent?"

Insert some pathetic cough wheeze

"Told ya." You hear Drayton.

After a moment, you hear Drayton telling them they'll have like a few extra chores.

Surprisingly enough, yes, he does care enough to let you guys off if you're sick. When one of the twins, heck, or both the twins got sick, You and Bubba would often take care of their chores.

When bubba got sick, it was a bit of a problem, but you tried to help when he did.

Now.

You're sick.

You've drifted off to being half asleep, the sounds of a chainsaw in the distance always did comfort you, knowing Bubba was protecting the farm.

You felt yourself being L i f t e d

Very confused you looked over at who was carrying you. Oh.

You smiled quite weakly at Nubbins. Who didn't look too happy.

Grumbling about how "you should be glad your my sister, or I wouldn't be touchin' ya, ya sickie"

Brotherly love amiright

Through a bunch of stutters.

He puts you in your room, on your bed.

Surprisingly he doesn't leave. He doesn't know now how to show he's worried. But he is. Less angry. More worried. You just get a head pat or two before he goes back downstairs.

You are dying laying in your bed, hoping this'll end.

How bad is it?

Coughing, sneezing, headache, dizziness, just the whole thing.

Y'know something victims should suffer through, not you. The sky gets darker, soon the sounds of a chainsaw stops.. you can hear your brothers downstairs.

You hear something close to a pig squeal, coming up the stairs. So Bubba probably.

He peeked in of course. Slowly coming in, making sure he didn't startle you. And set something down on the floor by you. You looked over and it was a small plate of food- Drayton probably made it.

I would imagine instead of a bed you just have a mattress or two on the floor by a window, your choice of course.

You smiled up at your older brother, and of course got a bear hug.

You don't come down to dinner like normal, which is when Chop-Top would probably check on you. Of course all worried, but barely making an effort to show he is. Making jokes n' poking you.

Of course, after dinner Drayton will come up and hand you a plate of food, or put it by your bed.. check your temperature, Get you water, you can tell he's worried. He's grumbling under his breath and not yelling at you. "Fuckin' worryin' the shit outta me kid.. better not be anythin' serious.." nicest thing he's probably said to his little sister

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Depending on how long you're sick, a few things might happen.

If you're sick for over a week, Drayton will become increasingly worried. Bubba won't have anyone to talk to, or watch (again, he has a bad staring problem), and the twins will have to just torment Bubba or Drayton.

If you're only sick for a day or two, Drayton will be visibly relieved when you're back to the old spunky energetic psycho you normally are.

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How would they specifically act towards you?

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Drayton would take care of you of course, you are his responsibility. Can't have his little sister dying on his watch. He would be less loud, but just as snappy. Probably only the "sorry" he'll give you is food. Can't argue with that tho. He's secretly worried you'll not wake up one day. He's in constant stress, he always is when his siblings are sick.

Bubba will do his best to spend time with you. He used to get sick every once in a while, and he knows it gets lonely. He'll even make a victim probably chained or somewhat dead keep you company too. If you want a hug, and fall asleep there, he won't move unless Drayton makes him.

Nubbins won't come within 12 feet of you. He used to get sick every other day when he was young. Tho every once in a while, you'll hear something roll into your room.. a skull with a message written on it with a sharpie. Or something shiny he found in its mouth. He loves you, he won't show it, definitely not by a long shot, but he'll make sure it isn't as lonely.

Also he partly keeps his twin at bay

Chop-Top will not respect you wanna be laying in your bed. Outside is the best medicine. According to him. Oftentimes you'll be sleeping.. and then waking up to him plopping you outside on the grass/dirt. He'll sit right next to you, and tell you stories. He did that when his twin was sick, most of the time you give up and just lay there you don't wanna be dragged out again. And might as well enjoy the Texas heat.

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End <3

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #tcmwriting #drayton sawyer #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #tcm drayton #tcm choptop #tcm nubbins #the texas chainsaw massacre

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cloudwhisper23 · 2 months

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Another day of Grumbo Month under the belt! I don't know that I really remembered to stick within the guidelines for this one, but then again, I'm really bad at sticking to the prompt anyway. Once again, thanks to @grow-bettah for creating this event!

Day 3: Hurt/Comfort

Grian could taste blood when he jumped into the lava after Mumbo, getting a secure grip on his friend before he swam back up to grab the ladder. They both stood there trembling after the fire died down, but Grian knew he was shaking more aggressively.

“I think… I might just fail my task on this one, mate.” Mumbo looked worriedly at his friend. “It’s not going so well.”

“You think?” Grian said distantly. “We haven’t even made it to the fortress yet.”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t still help you,” Mumbo said slowly. “You did just jump in to rescue me, after all.”

Grian nodded, knowing fully well he should not have risked himself for Mumbo. They weren’t even allies. Mumbo’s task was forcing him to be here. He wheezed out a cough, blood finally splashing on the netherrack as he attempted to clear his throat.

“Grian?” Mumbo hesitated, fists clenching and unclenching. He wanted to help, but he didn’t know how.

Grian wasn’t even sure if it was possible for Mumbo to help. He felt like a breeze could kill him at this point.

“Maybe you should build across for a while?” Grian said when he could finally breathe again. “If you don’t mind, I mean.”

“Of course.” Mumbo carefully started bridging. “How many hearts are you on?”

Half a heart, Grian nearly answered. He clenched his jaw and lied. “Three. You?”

“Five. I guess we’re both tougher than we thought we were?”

“Still…”

“We very well could still die here. I’ll probably still die here,” Mumbo said.

“I’d die before you would, Mumbo. Lower hearts, remember?”

“Yeah, but your reaction times are better.”

“Sure,” Grian said, following Mumbo’s lead.

“It’s strange, what we’re doing. Following the words written in a little book.”

“But it’s a requirement of the game,” Grian replied automatically.

“Yeah, but if all but one of us are going to die anyway, why can’t we just ignore it? What are the consequences of that?”

Grian clenched his jaw. He knew the consequences very well. He remembered a ring of cactus and bloody sand. “Nothing you want to find out about.”

“Grian?” Mumbo looked at him again, concerned. “Are you sure about this?”

“Hard task, Mumbo. I have no choice. But you do have a choice.” Take it. Leave me to this. Don’t risk yourself.

“And I choose you,” Mumbo replied simply.

“Maybe I think you should choose yourself.”

“Well, it’s not your choice to make, is it?”

Yellow eyes caught green. Grian’s mouth thinned into a tighter line. “You’re yellow, Mumbo. If you’re not too careful, you could go red in an instant.”

“I’m well aware of the risks, Grian.”

A short while later, they arrived at the fortress. Mumbo hissed out a breath as wither flickered across his skin for a moment after killing a wither skeleton. Grian’s sword clattered to the ground as he quickly built a box around the two of them.

He held his breath as he watched Mumbo shudder with damage. “One heart,” Mumbo said softly.

“Unacceptable,” Grian replied, his hands shaking. “Let me-“ He gave the extra heart to Mumbo almost without consideration.

“Ah, thanks mate.” Mumbo swallowed slowly. “So, now what? We’re both low.”

“Now?” Grian echoed. “Now you stay here while I get what I need.”

“No need to shatter the illusion mate. You need a wither for something. It’s gotta be part of your task. Which means you’re dead if a wither skeleton hits you once.”

“And you’re not?” Grian’s voice was strained. “This isn’t by choice, Mumbo.”

“Mate, the task can’t be worth this-“

“It isn’t!” Grian inwardly winced at how hysterical he sounded. “Nothing is worth this risk! But that’s the aim of the game. If I don’t at least try, then it’s not going to be entertaining enough!”

“Entertaining?”

“Stay put,” Grian said. “I have a task to work on, and you are not allowed to get yourself killed.”

Half a heart or not, Grian wasn’t going to sacrifice his best friend. Even if he had more health, this was Grian’s problem.

The skeletons fell easily, and Grian had his three skulls. “Time to go, Mumbo.”

“Uh huh.” Mumbo sighed again as Grian started up his coughing once again. “You lied about your hearts, didn’t you? Side effects like that don’t come up until you’re under two.”

Grian didn’t answer, opting to push past Mumbo and walk back across the bridge. He typed out a message to Etho as he went, letting his ally know to be prepared to work on the next phase of their task.

“Grian,” Mumbo said in a worried tone as Grian’s coughing nearly took him over the edge into the lava. “Careful now.”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Grian-“

Rushing forward so he didn’t have to hear Mumbo complain, Grian forgot about the hole in the platform he’d built earlier. He dropped straight into the lava and died instantly. He sat up from a bed, a strangled cry stuck in his throat.

That’s one way to avoid Mumbo’s motherhenning, he thought to himself. Groaning into his hands, Grian sighed. There was no way around it. He was yellow now, and that was something he’d need to cope with.

In his distress, he almost missed the next death message. Mumbo tried to swim in lava.

“Mumbo…” Grian’s feet hit the ground, and he was running for it.

He watched Mumbo press the fail button, hidden behind the Secret Keeper. Mumbo’s shoulders sagged as the new task appeared in front of him.

“This isn’t just a game,” Mumbo said quietly, glaring up at the Secret Keeper. “You can’t make me do this. You can’t force me to do this task.”

Grian’s curiosity tugged at him. He wanted to come out and ask, but Mumbo wasn’t allowed to tell him. Not that it mattered, since Mumbo clearly didn’t want to do it.

His communicator dinged in his pocket. Etho was ready to do the other half of the task. With a muffled sigh, Grian left Mumbo to shout at the Secret Keeper on his own.

He had a task to do, after all.

Things were not going well. Grian stumbled away from the edge of the cliff, thunder still rumbling in his ears as Jimmy fell to the ground and disappeared.

Mumbo was still down there, and the Warden was hunting. “Scar, over here!” Grian yelled as the Wither came into range. “If we get them to fight, they’ll leave us alone!”

“Great idea, Grian!” Scar yelled back, and together they ran toward the Warden.

Almost automatically, Grian threw an egg, and the Warden whirled to let out an outraged roar. Pain shot through his body as it knocked him backwards. He heard several people yell his name, and he stumbled to his feet to get away from the fight.

A stray shot from the Wither hit him squarely in the back, and Grian fell to his knees in front of the Secret Keeper. The poison flashed across his skin, unrelenting even as the Warden let out a final roar and died. He was almost delirious as he laughed. Blood came up his throat yet again as Mumbo staggered toward him.

“You’re insane,” Mumbo muttered, wrapping his arms around Grian.

“I did it.” Grian laughed more as his eyes became more unfocused.

“Stay with me, G. You gotta stay awake until you press that succeed button.”

Grian leaned into Mumbo’s supporting arms. “I don’t care if I die. I did it.”

“Grian?”

He was being stubborn about it, he knew. But the Secret Keeper had told him a secret he wasn’t supposed to know, in favor of making Grian behave.

Looking up into Mumbo’s red eyes, Grian giggled more. “I’m okay. You’re alive.”

“I- Yeah?” Mumbo tried to smile, and Grian let his eyes close. “Hey, stay awake, Grian.”

“You’re alive,” Grian said again.

“I’m alive,” Mumbo confirmed. “And so are you. But you won’t be for long if you don’t press that button.”

“It’s fine. Wither wore off.”

“That doesn’t negate the other risks, G.”

“Worried I’m going to hit the ground too hard?”

“Grian-“

Grian forced himself to get up and view the destruction caused by the battle between the Warden and the Wither. He let out a low whistle, causing him to cough a few more times. “What a disaster.”

“Yeah…” Mumbo steadied his friend as they both looked at the shell-shocked server. “I take it this was your task then?”

Grian didn’t reply. He saw blood on the fields, and he wondered who else had died. Jimmy and Lizzie were both gone already, but Grian almost didn’t want to check who was still alive.

The Secret Keeper had shown him Mumbo’s final death. The Warden bore down on him, and his foot caught on a fence post. There had been no chance.

Tears spilled out of Grian’s eyes as he stared at the offending posts. He wanted to get his axe out and destroy them. He wanted to drag Mumbo away to live with Etho and Cleo.

He wanted…

“Grian? Hey, it’s okay buddy.” Mumbo said softly. “It’s over. They’re both dead.”

“I helped unleash two bosses onto the server at the same time,” Grian said. “I got Timmy killed.”

“It was a risk.”

“You could’ve died,” Grian snapped, burying his face in Mumbo’s shirt. “You would’ve been gone.”

“But I didn’t die. You and Scar got there in time.”

“How did you die in the nether?” Grian demanded.

“A ghast broke the bridge,” Mumbo answered. “Mate, you need to calm down.”

“Calm down? Calm down? Why didn’t you just leave the nether when you decided to hit fail, Mumbo? Why did you stay?”

“I didn’t want you to die when I could do something about it,” Mumbo replied firmly. “Grian, I think you’re in shock.”

“Am I?” Grian replied, his voice getting higher. “Maybe you’re the one in shock.”

“I think you need to go hit that succeed button, mate. Come on.”

Grian let Mumbo bring him back over to the Secret Keeper, and he glared at Mumbo before his hand came down over the button. “Happy now?”

“I’d be happier if you were smiling.”

“Not much to smile about.”

“The session is almost over. We can take a break and breathe.”

“How exciting,” Grian said sarcastically.

“It will be.” Mumbo pulled him into another hug. “There will be no more red names, no more permanent death, no more grief. It’ll be okay.”

Grian sniffled, reaching for Mumbo again. “I guess anything is worth it if it means you’ll be by my side.”

“Of course. Never apart, mate.”

“Never.”

#grumbo month #grumbo #hermitshipping #grian #mumbo jumbo #secret life #not tagging the others simply because they don't play prominent enough roles to bring attention to them #cloud writes

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bookofmirth · 4 months

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Sjm: breathes

E/riel’s: omg guys e/riel confirmation!!!!

Why are they acting like anything she said today was something we didn’t already know I’m wheezing 😭😭 they’re really gonna be in for a surprise when the choices elain makes contradicts all the ones they want her to.

The only choice they want is Azriel. Which is a totally legit thing to ship, I literally do not care what other people ship, it's just the mental gymnastics of "chosen mates" "no wait fake mating bond!" "no, wait, no mating bond!" "no actually Elain is going to kill Lucien!" "the Cauldron did it, it's fake again!"

These theories all contradict each other!!!! Or perhaps not each other, but what it really reveals is a tangled, conflicted set of feelings about the mating bond. Like they know that for sjm, mating bonds are incredibly important and endgame, and so they are trying to acknowledge they while also denying its importance? If people really hate it as a trope, they shouldn't read sjm. And that's fine! Not all tropes are for all people. Just... stop coming through the Taco Bell drive thru asking for sushi.

The interview was fun in a way, since we hardly ever get ANYTHING from her. It's nice to know that her thoughts about a ship offering growth and love is still a priority, it's nice seeing my thoughts about mating bonds and agency repeated through her words, and it's nice to see that she is so excited about writing! Her Gucci suit was cute, too. But really, what was new? Absolutely nothing.

#antielriel #I tag that to keep people away from content they don't want #it is my notp #but I don't judge anyone for liking it #you do you I don't care #ask #anon

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youshouldhavepaidattentiondad · 9 months

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The sun begins to rise over Hatchetfield. Weak rays of light flood the town in an ethereal glow.

Hannah and Uncle Wiley sit outside of Beanies, sipping their respective coffee as they watch commuters head to work.

"You know, you haven't been back to your sister's place all night," Wiley points out conversationally.

Shrugging, Hannah takes another long sip of coffee, savoring the bitter taste. "Yeah and?"

"You probably don't need to go there again, right? I mean, what's even there for you anymore, am I right?" He chuckles.

Considering this, Hannah slowly swirls her cup, feeling the liquid inside slosh around. "I mean, I wouldn't have a place to sleep."

"You could always come with me to the Black and White," Wiley offers as he sets down his empty cup. "Wiggly would love to finally meet you."

Hannah knows about the Black and White. Of course she does. Webby always told her it wasn't a place for humans, that bad things happened to humans who went there.

Seems like that was just another lie. Uncle Wiley goes there all the time and he's perfectly fine.

Before Hannah can answer, a beat up old car pulls into the Beanies parking lot. Ethan jumps out of the driver’s seat.

"Hannah!" He calls as he races over. He slows down, his relief transforming into suspicion as he notices she's not alone. "Who's this?"

"My Uncle Wiley," Hannah answers shortly before taking another sip of coffee.

"Very funny, Hannah. I know your mom doesn't have any siblings," Ethan retorts. He grabs Hannah by her arm, pulling her out of the chair and behind him, placing himself bodily between her and Wiley.

Wiley smirks at the action, raising an eyebrow as he stands. "We got a problem, Ethan?"

"Yeah, we do," Ethan confirms as he squares his shoulders, sizing the other man up. "I don't know what your fucking deal is, but stay the hell away from Hannah."

"Ethan-" Hannah tries to start, only to get interrupted.

"I've been looking for you all night," Ethan informs her, glancing back at her before glaring at Wiley again. "You know how worried me and your sister have been? You're coming back home. Now."

Hannah grits her teeth. "I don't want to!"

"You don't have a choice." Ethan starts backing away from Wiley, never taking his eyes off the man. He reaches a hand back to gently shove Hannah towards the car.

As Hannah goes to protest, she feels a sudden weight in the pocket of her denim jacket. She slips her hand into it, fingers curling around what feels like a handle.

When she withdraws her hand, she's holding the same black blade Uncle Wiley used to kill that cop last night.

She peers around Ethan to look at Uncle Wiley, who simply smirks before giving her a nod.

Drawing the knife back, she brings it down, through his leather jacket and right between Ethan's ribs.

A pained cry escapes Ethan as he stumbles. As Hannah drags the knife out. He turns to look at her in confusion. "Han-"

He chokes with a bloody cough as she stabs him again. This time the blade hits higher, sending blood blossoming across his white shirt.

When Hannah pulls the blade out again, Ethan drops to the ground, coughing and wheezing. He looks up at Hannah, his brown eyes clouded with hurt and betrayal. "Why…" he manages to croak out before slumping against the sidewalk.

Breathing heavily, Hannah's eyes go wide as she realizes what she just did.

Before she can panic, Uncle Wiley appears at her side, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"You did the right thing," he assures her. "We don't need people who force us to do things, right?"

It takes a few moments for Hannah to tear her gaze away from Ethan's lifeless body to look up at Uncle Wiley.

"...right," She agrees with a firm nod of her head

#hannah foster #uncle wiley #wilbur cross #ethan green #hatchetfield universe #tgwdlm #black friday #nightmare time #hannah in her villain era

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Kirigiri giving it her hardest to go up the stairs, her body drenched in sweat, heart pounding like crazy, wheezing and panting so heavily that she looses her balance and falls in her massive booty. Good thing Mikan is there to replenish those calories~

"Keep huff... Going... Y..you need wheeeze~ to exercise.. L..lose weight.. "

The lavander haired lardass waddled up the stairs... Each meaty leg doing it's best not to fall.. If she did she would probably be bed bound.. And in the mercy of her most hated nurse.. Her skirt was way too small.. Her black panties being swallowed by her massive behind.. Her body destroyed..... By her own hand.. Mikan only provided but she never stopped her..

Thump thump thump thump

She was covered in sweat she struggled to breathe but.. She made it! She needed to sit.. She needed a bench or something to sit and catch her breath each waddle felt.. Like she ran a marathon... And then

WHOMP!!..

"n..no nonono nooo!!"

Her legs gave up on her falling on her massive pale rump so close to a room.. So close to a bed.. She almost made it!!.. She needed to get back up!

"h..hello is anyone h..here do you need help?.. K..kirigiri-san?! W..why are you out of your room! You need bedrest!"

Oh no... Not her... Move.. Please!!.. These thoughts raced through her mind but Her body didn't answer her... She stayed on the floor breathing heavily as the nurse ran towards her..

"ahh.. You're so sweaty~ your heart is beating so fast did you try exercising against my wishes?..~ aww kyoko~ we gotta fix this!~ I'm gonna burst your heart with lard maybe just maybe make sure you never walk again~ your diabetes could make you lose a keg you know? ~"

She was drooling and clapped happily.. Suddenly a group of monokuma's lifted kyoko of the ground.. She wanyed to scream alert others anything b..but..

GROOOOOOOOOOOAN GURGLE.. CHURN..

She was.. So hungry.. So tired.. She didn't want to eat the slop she was gonna be given but.. She had no other choice.. She'd pass out otherwise..

"Daammiit'sh noo.. Wheeezeee!!~So c-cloohsheeh gasp.."

#muse : mikan tsumiki #muse kyoko kirigiri #healthplay

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Can’t stop laughing to the point of hiccups / Rulie

Julie adjusted the items in her basket, making sure they were all hidden away under the reusable shopping bag as she approached Reggie near the checkouts. His own basket equally disguised.

“Hey beautiful.” He greeted with a smile and a quick kiss, as if he hadn’t seen her barely 15 minutes ago. “You find everything?”

“Pretty sure,” she laughed, reviewing the list in her head again. She could always pull up his text again, rewatch the video he’d referenced for this date idea. There weren’t that many items if she remembered correctly, favorite color, favorite food, favorite drink, thing to do, and if she missed one well she’d just be prepared for some teasing. “You?”

“Yep.” His smile was bright as always if a little smug, and for the first time she sensed there was a level of competition to this particular game. “You ready to go?”

“Actually, can we make a quick detour?” She asked, as she checked her phone and the new text from her dad. “Apparently, dad can’t find the vegetable peeler and asked if I could pick one up.”

“Sure thing.” Reggie beamed, as he began to swing their joined hands between them during the short walk to kitchenware.

“Why do so many of these look like they belong in a torture chamber rather than a kitchen?” He asked through a slight chuckle, pointing to a metallic looking hammer Julie’s seen Tía use a number of times. “What even is that?”

“That’s a meat tenderizer.” Julie stated flatly, quickly returning her attention to the small array of peelers trying to figure out why one was nearly three times as expensive as another one. “You use it to beat your meat.”

“What?” Reggie nearly squeaked, through a somewhat nervous laugh. His face was a confusingly bright red when Julie glanced over. It couldn’t have been that confusing right?

“Yeah, you take your chicken or your beef or whatever meat and you pound it–”

“Oh my god, Julie, stop.” He said between wheezing, hiccupping laughs, throwing a hand over her mouth for good measure. Her confused glare did little to calm down his laughter. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

It took a second for his question to unlock the correct section of her brain. As soon as it did the tips of her ears began to burn, the fire quickly spreading across the rest of her face. Which she quickly buried into his shoulder torn between equally strong urges to hide and run away.

The choice was taken from her as he wrapped her up in a tight hug. Though it provided little comfort with the way he still shook with laughter.

“Stop teasing me or I am putting the lightsabers and Nerf guns away.”

“No,” he playfully whined, no doubt sensing the playfulness in her empty threat. His laughter greatly diminished though he still shook with an occasional hiccup.

Gently he released Julie, pressing kisses to her forehead as he gently coaxed her to stop hiding behind her hands. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll do something equally embarrassing in no time.”

She finally got her heart to settle, with his hand reassuringly wrapped around her waist as he guided them back to the checkouts. It was quite the way to start an evening filled with laughter.

#rulie #rulie relajante

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dribs-and-drabbles · 7 months

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Observations on ep 11:

I missed some details last week, so I'm going to try to be more observant today...let's see how I go.

Move on? 😦 Move in?! 😲

Loving the YOLO shirt 😂 I know it's the name of the bar but still...

YO SPITTING TRUTHS 😂😭 "I think my chances of winning the first prize lottery are greater than having an ideal boyfriend". I feel so called out...

Has anyone mentioned the iconic couple shirts that Yo and Plug are wearing in the credits?!

Also, I need more April in the show. (And hello, Nonnie's tattoo!)

Yeah, I stand by what I said to @grapejuicegay in our dms -> Mew does not love Top anymore. If he thinks he does it's more that he's in love with the potential of what they had...but that's all but destroyed. Mew (and Top...and Boeing tbf) need to move on (Ah! The ep title!), I bet they won't though.

I need Dan to be happy... Where's Poppy? I need him to come in and sweep Dan off his feet.

Hello Meen! 🔥 She's gorgeous and so young. Oh oh! Dan could meet her and have a noona romance!

Khaotung Thanawat what the fuck is your face (I will forever think this when he cries, thanks kk!)

Sorry to lay down some facts but you can't guarantee that anyone will stay with you after 3 months, 6 months, or a year. It doesn't matter what you've been through together, this is something you can never predict. And so that can't be the reason for not being with someone - and this goes for Yo as well as Boeing/Mew, because Yo was afraid that Plug wouldn't stick around.

And therefore, that's the correct question Mew - "Can I trust you, Boeing?" And it's not really about trust. It's about making a choice every day to be with that person regardless of what the future might hold.

Boston, Nick, and that random extra basically did that meme 😂

ANOTHER ONE FOR THE KISSING CHARTS!!

But also, I'm loving flirtatious confident sexy Nick. Such a development from when he met Boston.

MVP NICK!!

Oh so many parallels are paralleling this ep. Boston telling Atom he can't fall in love 'just because he's the first man he slept with'...which is what Nick realises he did... Oh DELICIOUS.

I'm glad we got an explicit 'no one person can turn you gay, it's just who you are and always have been'. A+ show, A+.

Poor Atom, but I think he got enough comeuppance. Well done Nick, really.

Sand is cute with the kids but I have to just say this kind of teasing/fabricated truths messed me up as a kid. Why can we just say what really happens rather than make up a lie to make kids do what they should do? Maybe I was too impressionable (or gullible) but I used to freak out at anything that could have been bad for me if someone told me it was 'dangerous'. Anyway, back to the show...

Top what are you doing there?! You've not been invi-

IS. THAT. THE. STRIPY. LININ. SHIRT?!

Hold on.... *wheezing* I can't... I... That's nine people now, NINE, who have worn this shirt. And how has no one tagged me about it yet?!

Wait no, I'm not over it yet. I can't believe that fucking shirt has shown up again. I can't deal with it.

Yes, Top, yes I do... Because it means Top and Mew have matching couple shirts...much like Kawi and Pisaeng. smh

Ok, back to the show proper. Mew, you know you have not given Top a chance. And he's right to walk away.

What is Boeing's agenda??

Ok, I see you black and white vests...with the heart of the bed frame between you...

Yes, Force. That's what I want to see. Love the vulnerability.

If I had a nickel and all that... Another couple talking about travelling the world together.

Oh I have totally seen this t-shirt before. But dammit I don't recall where. HIVE MIND ASSEMBLE!

(And now I'm questioning if I've seen Nick's shirt somewhere as well... I take back what I said earlier, I want to be less observant).

Look, I've moved in with partners two times in my life with the main reason being 'it'll be cheaper/I'll save on the rent' and I can categorically say that I don't think its a good idea. MEW, DON'T. Move in because you want to, not because it's cheaper.

What in the Mew/Top/Boeing storyline is happening with the Ray/Sand/Boeing plot?! More parallels. Boeing is like the little leprechaun who wheedles his way into other people's relationships, casting a magic spell on one to stir shit up for the other.

Why is Ray doing this? Why is he so jealous? And did he just drink alcohol even though he's in rehab? Oh! Is he finally going to get the threesome he's been asking for?! 😂

Well...going by the preview for ep 12, I don't think so. But his jealousy escalated worryingly quick 🤔

Even though not as brilliant as last week, this show is still fantastic. However, I just can't get over how the Thai Communal Wardrobe is upstaging everything for me 😂

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ofts ep 11 #I'm still wheezing #THAT STRIPY LININ SHIRT THOUGH #what brand is it?!#the shirts are either dirt cheap #or the company paid big bucks for it to be used so much #sorry to keep going on about it I guess...#but blame the production companies not me #khaotung thanawat what the fuck is your face

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 8 months

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Tough It Out

it makes me so irrationaly angry that Grey's primary offensive weapon is a FUCKING SAI. AGAINST GUNS AND SHIT????

ao3

Prompt: "They don't care about you"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Grey

Summary: Spyder is kidnapped by Grey and Traeger. Luckily, he's got the life experience to tough it out... ish.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, torture, emotional manipulation, manipulation, referenced abuse and starvation

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Spyder’s head snapped to the side, reeling in pain from the aggression of the slap. It hurt, sure, but he’d had worse. He looked back up, grinning smugly at his captor. “That all you got?”

Grey glared at him, hitting him again. And again.

He wheezed, but kept up his smile, even as his nose began to dribble blood. He’d had worse.

“You seem frustrated,” he said, peppy as ever, “boss treating you badly?”

“Insufferable brat,” she grumbled below her breath, just loud enough for Spyder to hear. Well, that was pretty rude. “I’ve had just about enough of you,” she said, snatching up a roll of duct tape off a nearby table. He wondered if it was the same roll that had been confiscated off his person when he’d first been captured. He never did leave home without duct tape, after all.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious, but of course, he wasn’t granted the chance. Grey ripped of a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reapproached him with that same level of fury.

He was just about to voice his question, genuinely curious (and so he could save his helpful friend when he got out of here), but he didn’t get the chance. Grey ripped off a strip, threw the roll back on the table, and reproached with that same level of fury.

His squirming to avoid it was only half-hearted as she pressed it firmly over his mouth. Why waste the energy?

“We’ll see if you’re more willing after the rest of us eat. Hope you don’t get too hungry, brat.”

He hummed a positive acknowledgement, just to irk her. Grey huffed out a frustrated groan, but turned on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

Trying to starve him, huh? Now that was child’s play. He often went to bed with a deep pit in his stomach, nothing to do but sleep away the hunger. Sometimes he would give in and dig out a long-expired can of spaghetti-o’s or beef ravioli, though… that would bring its own set of problems. There was a reason it was only his most desperate measure.

The point was: he’d had far, far worse than a skipped dinner.

It was like Grey had never even met his parents! Though, considering how sloppy of a principal she’d been, he was fairly certain she hadn’t met most of the students’ parents. Though she had gone through all that recon when she was stalking Ryan… hmm.

Whatever. He could do this literally all day (not that he had much choice, tied up as he was). With nothing better to do, he started humming to himself, mentally reciting the lyrics to every Ariana Grande song he knew.

An hour or two later (maybe more, maybe less. He really had no way to tell), Grey returned, looking no less pissy than she had when she’d left.

In one fluid movement, she ripped the tape off his face (ow).

“Where did they take him?” she demanded.

“Sorry, who were we talking about again?”

She let out a frustrated yell, dragging the chair he was bound to closer, thrusting her pointy weapon thing right against his chest.

Spyder laughed. He’d had enough glass bottles thrown at him, enough shards sunken into his skin, that the threat hardly even registered in his mind. “Oh, please,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We both know you won’t kill me until my friends show up to save me.”

The sharp tip pressed harder against his skin, nearly enough to draw blood. He really hoped she didn’t rip a hole in his shirt. This was one of the very few he had that wasn’t already ratty.

“Are you sure?” she asked with a smirk.

He shrugged, using the opportunity to nudge the sharp point away. “Eh, I know you want to, but I also know your boss needs me as a hostage, so.”

“I meant,” she said, grinning with teeth that kind of looked like the wolf about to eat a grandmother, “about your so-called “friends” wasting their time to come and save you.”

“Wait, sorry, what?”

She lowered her weapon, like they were about to have a casual conversation between friends. But he’d watched enough documentaries on the animal kingdom to recognize an incoming attack.

“I mean, the robot certainly seems to be functioning just fine without you,” she shrugged, “and it’s kind of obvious that they only like you out of pity.”

He’d only been here for like, a few hours, max, right? At most, they’d only needed to fight one monster in that time, because Traeger was a bitch. But without their weapons specialist… how exactly had they managed a victory? Had they managed a victory?

…Had they replaced him, and put Veracity on weapons? Was she better than him at it?

He flung that thought to the other corner of his mind palace. He was getting distracted and losing focus (not that it was unusual for him). But he couldn’t afford to get anxious right now! “Sure,” he bluffed, as if he knew exactly what was going on with his team, “maybe they’re functioning, but that doesn’t mean anything about them not needing me.” He hoped. “And Ryan, Harris, and I are like, best friends, so fuck off.”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded sarcastically, “because trios are notorious for working out. Which of you usually walked behind the others in the school hallways, again?”

Pfft, that didn’t mean a thing! That just meant that hallways were too crowded, and Spyder just happened to fall to the back… a majority of the time. “Yeah, well. If you don’t think they’ll save me, what’s the point in taking me?”

She pulled her weapon back, studying it in her hand. “Honestly? Traeger thinks they’ll come for you. But I was your principal, remember. I’ve seen the way they interact with you. After you rot here long enough for my boss to get bored… well, I think I’ll enjoy finally shutting you up for good.”

He may have flinched slightly, when she said that. The death threat (or promise, his mind supplied), while far from the first aimed his way, settled at the bottom of his stomach like a rock.

But she wouldn’t get to kill him. Because the others would come for him. What did she know, anyway? Nothing, that was what. She knew even less than Spyder did, and that was saying so much.

At least. That’s what one of the others would say. Spyder liked to think he was smart in some areas — but, you know… he preferred not to bring it up, if he could help it. Because if he showed that he could learn things, they would just be… disappointed in him. For not applying himself harder in the actual important areas. If he could immerse himself in interior design and general architecture styles, why couldn’t he do the same with school?

If he brought it up, they wouldn’t just think he was dumb. They would realize exactly how deeply, hopelessly useless he really was. He much preferred just dumb. At least he could play into that, make it something that could be endearing on a good day.

“Are you gonna torture me for fun or what, lady?” He snapped.

Grey smiled, twirling her weapon in her hand. “I would. But I have more important things to attend to. In the meantime…” she sheathed the blade, then snatched up his roll of duct tape, tearing off a strip. Again. “We don’t need you annoying the neighbors.”

“Bullshit, you don’t have any neighbors out her—” he was forced into silence as she gripped his face hard, forcing the duct tape over his mouth. This time, he did struggle. It made approximately zero difference.

Harris would probably know exactly what percentage of a difference it did make. Probably zero point nine nine nine or something like that. And then he’d judge him for being too stupid to understand what that meant.

The door locked shut with a click as Grey left, and a moment later, the singular lightbulb illuminating his small prison went out, leaving him in absolute darkness.

Great. Great. This was just awesome.

He may have been slick enough to get out of the poorly tied ropes that the butcher had restrained him with in the woods, but this was a whole new ballgame. No matter how he squirmed, he couldn’t get loose.

The important thing was not to panic. There was no reason at all to panic! His friends were coming for him (probably).

He just had to be patient. Which of course, he was… famously bad at.

Fuck.

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 7 months

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Orchids

The Locked Tomb fanfiction, about how Mercy might have learned about the events at the Canaan House. Probably an AU since, lets be honest here, I have no idea what was going on in Harrow. Or in general.

Anyway, enjoy?

There is an orchid in Mercy’s room.

An actual, real, honest-to-god orchid, with no teeth or eyes or bodily fluids leaking out of weird places. Which meant John hadn’t grown it himself – his brief gardening hobby somewhere around their third millennium, please don't remind her – and flowers? Gifts in general?

Well, that could only mean one thing: John has done something exceptionally stupid. Again.

(It could be Augustine being stupid, too, but that fucker still hadn’t apologised for when he ate the last of her favourite biscuits four hundred and sixty six days ago. Yes, Mercy has been counting.)

Alas, John; and Mercy has no choice but to ask, god, what is going on?

She lets himself into his room without knocking; if he didn’t want her to come, he’d lock it. He knew she was coming anyway.

„Mercy,“ he greets her, and he offers her tea and biscuits, that bastard. She grits her teeth as she watches his smile grow nervous – she can almost feel the speeding heartbeat in the black hole that he is.

„Anything is the matter, Joy?“ he asks, and why, yes, everything is the matter! „Did you like my present?“

Another insufferable presence shows up by the doors; Augustine, leaning on the doorframe and smoking a cigarette. She sends him a glare just to remind him that nothing is forgiven, then she turns back to John and marshes to his desk.

She hits her hands on it, spilling the tea her beloved emperor poured for himself anyway, and for her too, and says: „My Lord, what did you do?!“

His smile grows wider and his eyes twitch as he answers: „What did I do? Mercymorn my dear, can’t I just give you flowers?“

By the door, Augustine falls into a definitely unrelated coughing fit, the effect ruined by occasional wheezing laughs.

Mercy wrinkles her nose at that and then accuses The King Undying: „You never give me flowers! Only when you did something exceptionally stupid, beyond mortal comprehension stupid – actually, you don’t give me flowers enough for that either. So, what did you do, John Gaius?“

The God mutters something about full-naming and women that Mercy chooses not to hear, and Augustine gets out in between his barely subdued coughing: „You don’t give me flowers at all!“ He even manages to sound genuinely hurt enough for John to bloody get him some, and:

„This isn’t about you, Augustine!“ Mercy scolds, „John, stop trying to divert attention, what did you do?“

„…Tea?“ he says instead.

„I’m going to skin you alive and have you wear itchy sweaters and listen to It’s Raining Man for all eternity,“ complains Mercy as she takes the tea. She is seriously tempted to dump the hot liquid into God’s face. It’s not like it would hurt him. Much.

„Augustine, tea?“

„Nah I’m good.“

„John!“

And so, God sighs, and tells her that he didn’t have a choice, and that it wasn't his fault it all went so terribly askew, and that he had no control over what happened at the Canaan House, and poor Cytherea, horrible that this happened, neither of us saw that coming, I just wish we could have helped when we had the chance–

And Mercy listens to him as he speaks, sipping her cooling mint tea. Mint, she doesn’t even like mint!

The Mithareum is quiet as a graveyard.

Finally, he stops speaking – not his fault, and a funeral, and two new Lyctors, two new baby Lyctors – and Mercymorn the First looks God in the eyes as she says: „Flowers aren’t going to fix this, my Lord.“

(Maybe nothing isn’t going to fix this – she shoots a quick look at Augustine.)

On another completely unrelated note, Mercymorn would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone about her own meticulously planned funeral, the by half-a-minute program to be found in the second drawer of her bedside table–

She doesn’t get the bloody opportunity, as John speaks again: „…You could choose which one of the new Lyctors you want to mentor. I was just going to assign you one, but, for you, you can choose.“

„I don’t want a Baby Lyctor to mentor!“ bursts out Mercymorn, „Have you considered that?!“

„Well, the first pick is still yours,“ the God smiles, ever so bloody understanding, and Mercymorn doesn’t have the nerves for this anymore.

She pushes past Augustine and towards her room, which is not nearly far away enough. She can still hear the men, feel their presence. And she would rather not.

„Well now you’re just playing favourites,“ accuses Augustine.

„I don’t have favourites,“ the God answers, and: „I need to buy her more flowers, don’t I. Help me choose some?“

Flowers.Flowers. The only flowers that had ever fixed anything were the poisonous ones, and even these are no good for her.

Flowers.

With that thought projected into the aether, Mercymorn slams the door behind herself.

She hopes God all-knowing gets the freaking message.

#the locked tomb #mercymorn the first #john gaius #augustine the first #dios apate major #tlt

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Preparing for Ilsabard (reluctantly) -- Part II

As much as it was easier to let it go, Lyse felt S'ria deserved a courtesy warning about what'd she'd overheard between Fray and Zenos over a year ago before stepping foot in Garlemald.

Ao3

(tw for depiction of panic attack)

"S'ria, may we speak in private?"

Lyse had managed to sneak up on him and it was only the familiarity of her voice that kept him from jumping out of his skin. He didn't like her tone, far too serious for her earlier excitement at seeing him again, but there was no reason to refuse. He nodded and allowed her to lead him through the maze of Ala Mhigo, eventually stopping in a small storeroom.

She looked around cautiously and bolted the door on the way in – S'ria found himself increasingly concerned about how important or confidential this matter may be. In different circumstances, maybe he'd be nervous about this behavior – but this was Lyse, and he was quite confident that he could spot an impersonator.

They both perched on some boxes and S'ria waited for her to start explaining. With pleasantries and catching up long since out of the way in the last several hours, the only thing that remained was whatever important matter she called him out here for.

"Okay, please be patient with me – I do not want to cause you undue distress in my choice of words."

S'ria raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'putting this off is a great way to cause me more distress'.

"Sorry, sorry – here we go. During your last fight with Zenos, here in Ala Mhigo, I arrived at the end of it. I overheard some of a conversation between you – well, not you exactly – and Zenos. Do you… remember anything like that?"

S'ria's grip on the sides of the crate tightened. "No. I do not."

"Oh. I'm not really sure how to have this conversation, but I wanted you to be prepared going into Garlemald. How much do you know about… your life?" Lyse winced.

S'ria was beginning to look as though he'd rather be anywhere than this conversation. "I am now, unfortunately, somewhat aware of my childhood circumstances." There was enough venom in the word that it was quite clear that they were on the same page. "I also know He's dead. I left the country after, somehow, got to Eorzea."

"Did you know that you killed him?"

S'ria choked out something that was half of a laugh. "Not for certain. But I suspected as much …Do you know how?"

Lyse cringed. "Not exactly, but it sounded like it was… um. Violent."

"Mm." S'ria was quiet for a moment, unsure if he wanted to try and remember that moment for catharsis, or if it'd be worse to know. Maybe asking had been a mistake. "Lyse, I don't think learning extra details before I go back there is a good idea, unless there was something else to this conversation."

Lyse was quiet for a long moment, staring at her hands, before she finally blurted something out.

"Zenos knows."

After a moment to process the words, all of the blood drained from S'ria's face and he immediately felt dizzy. "What? How?"

"He said he looked into you, came across the records for your accusation of murder. I'm sorry." And truly, she did sound very sorry, the sympathy soothing – even if it was lost against the intensity of everything else.

The warm air in the storeroom was increasingly stagnant in S'ria's lungs. "How… how much does he know? Just that?"

"I – he said –" Lyse looked away from him. "I think he was able to see the situation for what it was. I'm so sorry, just breathe, please?" She reached for his arm and then immediately pulled her hand back when he flinched.

"Wh-why, why did I need to know this?"

Lyse looked stricken. "I wouldn't have said unless it seemed necessary. If he tries to use that information to hurt you –"

" – then I'd have been taken completely off guard." S'ria made a wheezing noise that was impossible to tell if it was originally a laugh or a sob. "That's fair." There was something else he thought he wanted to add, but he was feeling too lightheaded to focus on that.

"Look at me, S'ria – I'm going to breathe slowly, and I want you to try to match me. Can you do that?"

S'ria nodded jerkily. It was reminiscent of training somehow, this breathing exercise. When he'd first learned stealth, they'd taught him how to breathe smoothly and quietly, such that your lungs remained well supplied but you made no unnecessary noise. He wondered if Lyse had learned to slow her heart and breathing while training too, or if this was something she'd picked up elsewhere.

Over the course of several long minutes, his heart and breathing returned to something far more normal, leaving him merely tired and clammy. He felt like he'd been sprinting around outside in the heat instead of sitting in one place.

"Thank you. For the help and for…warning me. I'll be glad to have you at my side for this mission." He smiled weakly. "I'll do my best to not be a…liability, in Garlemald."

"Any time. And please, that's not what I want you to take from this conversation. I just don't want you hurt by something we might avoid." She paused a moment. "May I hug you? You can say no, always."

S'ria considered. Lyse was familiar, she was warm, her fabrics soft, her scent pleasant. "...Yeah. Go ahead."

It was just as nice as he remembered it being.

#snow-system #ffxiv-oc #ffxiv-reactions #s'ria 🌸❄️#writings #Lyse and S'ria were really close back during Stormblood #(this is not the first time she's seen him have a panic attack)#and while they havent had much officially business lately #S'ria has been visiting Gyr Abania from time to time when he was free during post ShB #even brought G'raha once or twice. show him the country where he was born and all.#part II!

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