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truly-quirkless · 3 months

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Twenty Day Challenge - Day Twelve

Type: Fluff Piece Timeline: Free-Floating Location: Yagi's Apartment

"Are you alright?..." Fin's question was met with a silent, exhausted nod as Yagi slowly nursed his tea. He barely blinked. He felt like absolute crap- his nose was stuffed, his ears felt thick, his eyes were puffy and burning, his throat was sore...and the urge to cough was so much stronger than usual. He had two extra blankets wrapped around him, instead of his usual one in the early hours- and his sky blue hues were dulled to nearly nothing amidst the blackened backdrop of his eyes.

He could barely see- so it was a bit of a surprise to suddenly feel a startlingly cold touch against his forehead. He blinked, trying to focus on the fuzzy outline of the form that had somehow come up beside him while he was drifting. Fin pulled their hand back- much to his internal chagrin- only to place it against Yagi's cheek.

"...you're burnin' up...jeez..." That same cool hand pulled away, and if he were less stubborn, he might've asked for its return. In his state, it felt like a balm on his skin- cool and soothing even as he sought out as much heat as he could manage. He sniffed. "...that's it. You're stayin' home today, love."

"I can't..." He began to rise, to speak against- only for Fin's hand to plant itself on his shoulder and push him back down. If he were All Might, he could easily overpower them- but One for All had long left him for Young Midoriya. All he could do was groan in disapproval, earning a small huff from his equally-small soulmate.

"You can, and you will." It felt like the roles had been flipped. Toshinori's head hung a little lower, one hand raising to rub at his burning eyes. "I'll call Nezu and let him know, and see about getting your class covered by one of the others."

"...I can go in...I'll be-" He blinked. Inhaled- there was a tickling blaze at the back of his nose, quickly growing stronger- Fin ducked out of the way as the retired Hero sneezed, only to pop back up a few moments later with a tissue. "...thank you...I'll be fine..."

"Yeah, you will.- Because you're gonna stay home." Damnit... Yagi rubbed at the bridge of his nose, wadding up his used tissue- only to feel it being plucked from his weakened grip, and hear the sound of a trash bin opening and closing- and then a bottle squirting. Soon enough, another clean tissue was pressed into his open hand. "If you go to work like this, the others might catch what you've got. So- for the sake of them- and me- can you stay home?"

His shoulders slumped forward. There was a lot that Yagi could easily fight against- but the moment that Fin turned it from keeping himself safe to keeping others safe...

"...yes." The blond exhaled- only for it to turn into a coughing fit. He raised the tissue to his mouth, coughing up a glob of blood and phlegm in equal measure. The action made his lungs ache- his throat burn- his head was slowly beginning to pound as he took another small sip of his tea. "...ugh..."

"...I'll make you some chicken noodle soup...you should head back to bed, Toshi." But the sun wasn't even up yet--- but one glance towards the brunet told him that he wouldn't be winning this fight. He nodded, weakly pushing himself up from the chair- pulling the blankets more fully around himself with one hand. Fin was already trailing towards the bedroom- opening the door for him and revealing the unmade sheets within. A few of Fin's plushies littered one side of the bed, and one of the lamps was still turned on...outside, there was nothing but darkness.

He lumbered towards the door, easily collapsing back onto the bed. It had grown cold while he was away- sending a shiver down his spine even as he pulled the covers away to hide back underneath them. He could hear Fin working away in the kitchen...but already, his thoughts were beginning to grow foggy. The bedroom was so dark...and his blankets were so warm.....he shivered again. The contrast between his captive warmth and the bed was nearly painful- ice compared to a toasty oven- but he knew the plush material would warm up soon enough.

The soft clank of a unit turning on filled his mind.

....warm...

...warmer....

"...heya, Nezu? Yeah, it's Fin.- All Might won't be comin' in today..." The other's voice drifted in his head, even as sleep clawed at his thoughts...before carrying him away into darkness.

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Fin silently set the bowl full of chicken noodle soup on the nightstand. Their movements were silent- but they could see the slight shifts under the covers, hinting towards an awareness of their presence. They smiled faintly- taking in a small breath. They leaned in- just barely avoiding an inch of sound as their lips brushed Yagi's forehead. It was still blazing, much like the rest of him.

They pulled away, only to be met with slightly-opened eyes.

"...mm...?" The male's barely-audible groan filtered into the air. Fin grinned.

"...sorry for waking you...love you, Toshi." They pressed a kiss to their fingers- and those fingers to the other's lips. "...your soup's ready, whenever you can eat...rest up." His eyes were drifting shut...Fin silently exited the room, sanitizing their hands. They hoped the sickness would pass fast, but even if it didn't...they'd take however many vacation days necessary to keep an eye on Yagi.

They picked up the empty can of ready-to-heat soup from the counter, turning the label over in their hand idly.

Yagi, for his part, was already halfway back into the realm of sleep. Some of his blankets were bunched up in his arms, his body naturally curling slightly around the mass of fluff.

Warm....

The last thing he saw was the steam rising from the still-hot soup as he drifted back into his dreams.

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truly-quirkless-a · 6 months

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Type: Lore/History Timeline: Start of MHA, S1 Location: Musutafu, Japan (Hospital)

Hazel eyes slowly drifted open- met with a blank white ceiling. The scent of cleaning products burned their nose, making their stomach grumble. Brown strands fell in their face, obscuring bars of their vision. Their entire body felt as though it was full of a low-level fire, aching in every joint- at the very core of their being, like a universal fact.

I hurt.

"....fuck..." Fin slowly sat upright. The agony in their body burned a hint brighter, nearly making them fall back onto the clean white bed. Their clothes were gone- replaced with a generic blue hospital gown. They blinked, slow and unsteady. On the wall directly opposing their bed was a whiteboard- black lines forming into words. They realized only then, their entire arm- they couldn't feel it.

Their attention shot down- only to breathe out in relief. It was still there...but there were stitches threaded into their skin, pulling closed the injury...cut...

They'd been hurt...right...

Nearby, there was a small table- just within arm's reach. Their valuables were on the table- but what they reached for first was their phone. They pulled it close, barely registering the time as they stared into the camera. Phone unlocked... They slid it towards the messages app, feeling their finger blaze. Why did even touching the screen hurt...?

[Thirteen.

I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it into work for the next few days. Got in a fight, ended up in the hospital. I'll be fine, don't worry. I figure Val will be in charge. If there's anything the team needs, please, let me know.]

[Val,

You're in charge the next few days. If you can- I need you to drop by the hospital so I can give you my apartment keys. I need someone to make sure Prism doesn't starve while I'm out.]

The smell of antiseptic...the low-level heat surging through their veins, burning their soul...

Damnit...

Tears began to creep into the corners of their eyes.

[Nezu.

I'm sorry, sir. I'll be in a hospital for a few days. I've requested that Val take my place while I'm away.]

They continued to type away- slowly sending out message after message. Their arm was starting to ache and throb. Their hand was faltering, twitching.

They had to make sure everyone was alright- and warn those necessary. It was easier than focusing on the fight...on what they'd said, on what their other half had seen.

He'll hate me.

Tap, tap, tap, tap....

[If there's no cat food in my apartment, I'll send you some yen, Val.]

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How long had he been waiting? He wasn't quite sure. All he knew was that the throbbing pain in his Words refused to fade. He'd dropped Fin off at the hospital- watched with a smile that nearly faltered as they were put onto a stretcher and wheeled away. They'd fallen unconscious somewhere in the leaps between the alleyway and the hospital.- He had landed, some of their blood having soaked into his off-white shirt, causing crimson stains.

His own blood was normal- the blood of enemies was rare...the blood of his soulmate... It had taken everything in him not to shake as the hospital staff had taken Fin from him. The need to keep them safe- to make sure they were alright- burned through him.

He'd barely stuck around to smile and wave towards the others waiting in the hospital lobby- before dashing out the doors, and disappearing into the night. He'd gone to a nearby alley- this time making sure he was alone- before transforming back, and rushing towards the hospital.

Not another.

I just met them.

Don't leave me.

After getting registered...he'd sat down, waiting as the minutes ticked by. His nails were certainly getting the brunt of his nerves- slowly being bitten down to nubs yet again. He bit a little too far at least once, but he didn't so much as flinch as the pain registered. Please, be alright.

"...um....Yagi? Yagi Toshinori?" His head snapped upright. Blond fringes bounced for a moment as his eyes shot towards the doctor who'd called his name.

"Yes?" The doctor looked a little pale, adjusting his glasses as he motioned for the taller male to follow.

"I need you to come with me.- You...are here for Mx. Well, right?"

"---yes." He was by the doctor's side in a few short steps. The doctor breathed out, handing over a clipboard he'd been holding after the confirmation was voiced. He turned to the double-doors, beginning to walk- apparently expecting Yagi to read and follow at the same time.

"....they're rather lucky, sir. If it weren't for All Might, I'm sure Mx. Well would already be gone." His heart nearly stopped. "The cut on their arm did require stitches, but it wasn't the worst of their injuries- or their problems." The doctor tapped the clipboard he'd passed to Yagi, a look of genuine worry on his face. "...I'd say that, whatever happened to cause their collapse...was a long time coming."

He began to scan over the document- only for his blood to run cold.

Sky-blues shrank to pinpricks as he read over the full details of the other's injuries.

Entire skeletal structure covered in cracks, consistent with that of prolonged exposure to a gravity-based Quirk.

Extreme malnutrition.

Blood poisoning.

Several internal organs moderately damaged- not beyond the point of recovery.

The clipboard began to creak as his grip tightened.

They'd seemed so normal- so happy.

Up until that fight in the alleyway, he'd assumed they were like any normal citizen. Sure, maybe they'd met a villain or two in their life- and they didn't know who he was- but this...

This was a nightmare.

All those times- when he thought he'd kept them safe, when his Words stopped burning---

The level of combat expertise they'd shown in the alley, like someone who'd been in those fights to the point it was second nature---

The file on them at U. A., stating how they'd collapsed while working in the past---

"These sorts of injuries will take a while to heal...they'll be confined to the hospital for the next few days, at the very least." The doctor continued, trying to keep his tone even. Honestly, to him- it looked like injuries consistent with a Hero, who'd just come out of some tough fight...but some of those cracks- they'd been around so long, the tissue had grown around it...this wasn't just a one-time thing.

"Can I see them?" His voice was barely audible- choking in his throat. Who- who had done this. There was no way they'd done this to themself. His mouth barely moved, he was surprised when the doctor actually nodded lightly, as if hearing his words.

"Yes."

Emergency contact...there was nothing. No one...

The doctor led the distraught man down the hall of the hospital, past multiple rooms- before finally stopping in front of one in particular. Room 415. The blond couldn't sleep- not knowing just how much...how much...

"If they're still sleeping, please, let them be. They need time to heal..." The doctor's voice was soft as he pushed the door open. Inside was a chair, a hospital bed, a little table with Fin's items on it- they were dressed in a hospital gown, their hair slightly tangled and wild. They were typing away at their phone, their mouth set in a thin grimace. Their arm was shaking.

As if a string were cut, their arm- their hand- their phone- fell to their bed. They sighed for a moment. Fin's head slowly turned- those hazel hues that had caught Yagi's attention several hours before meeting his sky-blues.

"....what....what're you doin' here?" Yagi stepped into the room- barely hearing as the doctor closed the door behind him. "...Mou--..---Tree Man...?"

"...what would I be doing, anywhere else?" He slowly made his way closer. His vision caught on the phone screen. Thirteen, a message to the other...they'd been... God... "...Fin..." He reached out a hand- only for them to flinch. He retracted an inch or so. "...are you....okay?" He could feel the burn, still aching within his Words...but it was beginning to fade. Replaced by a dull thud, echoing from his heart.

"....I'll be outta th' hospital in a few days." They glanced towards the opposing wall. No window...no skyline, no stars or glittering moon...just a blank wall. They didn't want to see the hatred in his eyes. "...I won't tell anyone about your secret, don't worry...you can go, sir."

"Wh- do you think that's what I'm here for?" His heart shattered in his chest. "...I wanted to make sure...you were okay..."

"....I'm...fine." Those words felt like knives. Like getting to stare straight into a mirror, only to have it punch him in the gut. He breathed out, pointedly dropping the clipboard onto his lap.

"You are not 'fine', Fin." Their eyes snapped to the clipboard- and then glanced up. They looked at him, a deer-in-the-headlights expression, like a villain caught covering for a cohort.

"...I..." Their throat felt like they were trying to swallow a hot coal. "...you don't think I made it up?" There was a wall in their eyes- something a little deeper, that had Yagi pausing. Anger boiled just beneath the surface of his concern. Anger for whoever had hurt them this badly- for them thinking they made it up. They were in the damn hospital, of course they didn't make it up.

"Why would I think you made it up..?" It was like a façade holding Fin together shattered. That happy-go-lucky expression that he'd first seen was gone, replaced with something...hollow. Barely aware. Some husk of a person, drifting in their body.

Like him, the thought struck him.

"...everyone did." Their voice was so quiet. A whisper caught on the breeze, slowly blown away. They'd tried to reach out when they were so young...tried so much... "...y'should head home,...it's late as Hell, sir...."

"I'm not leaving." His hand shifted- resting on the hospital bed, so close to Fin's own...but not touching. Never touching- he wouldn't unless they let him. Fin's expression broke further. Their hand, so small, every bone cracked...slowly shifted to rest in his. His fingers curled gently around their smaller digits, easily encompassing them in his grasp. "...Fin....what happened to you?"

I believe you.

Their lips parted- and for a moment...no sound escaped.

They weren't alone...

Fin's hand squeezed Yagi's, tiny digits blazing with renewed fire from the pressure- but they didn't care. He was real...he was real, sitting right there, slouched in an ungodly-puke-colored hospital chair, looking at them. Seeing them. Beyond that wall they built-- straight to their broken-down core.

And they saw him, the frail, broken-down Hero...carrying the world on his shoulders, with a True Form that undoubtedly turned heads in bad manners, eyes that had seen so many horrific battles..and yet he still kept going. Smiling, striding to the next day...

"....it's....a lot..."

"You can't scare me off." His response was quick- cutting through Fin's weakened resistance like a hot knife through butter. They breathed out- nearly seeming to collapse, strings faltering.

"...on your own head, then..."

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It wasn't the worst story he'd ever heard...but it definitely wasn't good. His grip had faltered once or twice, growing stronger as he tried to pull back his anger. Each time he got annoyed, he noticed Fin would falter- leaning back as if expecting him to explode. He exhaled softly.

That was why his Words always hurt...

"...I'm...so sorry..."

"...don't be." Fin's reply was soft. "...you were off savin' lives- n' you had no way of knowin'."

"But I should have." He held back the boiling fire in his gut. I should have been there. "I'm supposed to be a Hero." His willpower was all that kept him from squeezing Fin's hand tight. "And I couldn't-- I couldn't even keep my Soulmate,-" He was choking up. All those times he'd thought he'd kept them safe.- Beaten some villain back, stopped some disaster, saved so many lives... All those times he thought---

"Hey." His eyes snapped to the broken form of his other half. His other half, laid up in a hospital bed...probably in pain, but now-- smiling. Smiling at him, as if they hadn't just told him of what they'd lived through. Smiling as if they were comforting him.

"You saved a lot of fucking lives, sir...don't you ever think you're not a Hero." They managed to turn, tears still running down their face from telling their story. "...you're a Hero,--to me." Their hand gingerly squeezed Yagi's- he could see the strain at the edges of their face, eyes slightly tight. "You saved people. And- I lived. I wouldn't dare trade my childhood...for the lives of those y'saved. Got it, sir?"

"....toshinori..."

"Huh-?" Fin paused. The other's eyes were beginning to glisten- they reached out, almost on impulse, trying to wipe away one of those tears- only for him to catch their hand, a hesitant smile finding its way onto that face of his. A low, pained chuckle rumbled in his vocal chords for a moment, and he found his eyes closing- unwilling to see their face.

I won't leave you.

I'll keep you safe.

"...my name's Toshinori Yagi..." He let go of Fin's hand, his fingers brushing over their face- wiping away the drops that were slowly tracking down their cheeks. "...so don't use any of that 'sir' business with me, alright?...."

There was silence for a moment- before a faint, noticeable grin began to worm onto Fin's face. They snickered,- then laughed...and Yagi joined in after a few moments, his chuckles drifting in the air. His grip tightened by the smallest fraction- unwilling to say aloud the thought that crossed his mind. I won't let you get hurt again.

I promise.

#Through many battles/I have been tested/I’ve never failed/Never have been bested | Toshinori Yagi #Can’t drag me under/Too long I’ve been on the run | Finley Well #Through the night/I face the fears for those who couldn’t fight | writings #long post #blood tw #injury tw #hospital tw #//watched some MHA and got a burst of a desire to type this #//beta readers? None I die like a coward so long-

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motherjoel · 1 year

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arms tonite (joel miller/reader)

summary: basically its YOU who gets stabbed by the baseball bat. joel isnt good with feelings. david does not exist david cant hurt anybody. a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. also LOOSELY based on arms tonite by mother mother

a/n: yawlllllll it has been a MINUTE but i am back for some tlou cause i just really wanted to write for these characters i love so very much. i apologize if the timing of their travel is fucked, i truly have no concept of geography so we can ignore that.

wc: 3.5k

warnings: just general tlou gore, nothin too bad

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. But as you lay here, Joel's hands soaked in your blood as he attempted to stop it from pulsating out of your abdomen, you knew it was love that you were feeling. It was supposed to be simple. After your brief stay in Jackson, the two of you were supposed to take Ellie to the fireflies. Yet, nothing seemed to be simple these days, especially not around this girl.

In the amount of time the three of you had spent together, you developed an unbreakable bond. Ellie became a sort of surrogate sister to you- you’d lost your family when you were just a kid during the outbreak and you never had the chance to become a big sister. At least not for long. And then there was Joel. You weren’t quite sure what he meant to you yet, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t die for him. For both of them, really- a life without them wasn’t worth living. Of course, you never planned on telling them that.

The day started fairly nice- with Joel allowing Ellie to make her own decision about who would be taking her to the fireflies. Sure, you and Ellie would be fine with Tommy, but Joel had failed to consider the bond the three of you shared when making this decision. He was thinking of only himself and his fear- this is what you had told him last night after his fight with Ellie.

“What the hell was that?” you asked him after he stormed out of Ellie’s temporary room.

“It was nothin’. Doesn’t concern you,” he replied, brushing past you as he made his way to the couch where he decided to set up camp for the night.

“Um, it sure as hell does concern me, Joel. Are you seriously going to abandon us? After everything we’ve been through, after how much that girl trusts you, Joel!” you raised your voice a bit, trying to keep yourself from alerting Ellie upstairs. Those words stung him a bit. He didn’t see it as abandonment- he saw it as protection. After everything you went through together, he never once put himself first.

“She doesn’t know a thing about what this means,” Joel turned to you. “She- she’s just a kid, she-” he stopped himself, trying to gather himself. “I can’t bring her. I’m not capable, I’m slowin’ down and I just can’t. Do. It,” he exhaled, dropping himself onto the couch.

“Wow,” you replied, softly sitting next to him. “You’re really underestimating yourself,” you sighed, Joel, lifting his face to look at you. “I mean, not only yourself but me, Joel. In case you’d forgotten, I’ve gotten myself through some tough shit. And Ellie? Man, she's the toughest kid I’ve ever met. Hell, she's one of the toughest people I’ve ever met,” you said, observing Joel’s worn face. “I mean… don't you think she at least deserves a choice?” you asked, hoping to convince Joel to come to his senses and realize who he was.

“I’ll take the couch. Bedrooms down the hall,” he grumbled before turning his back to you and lying down. There was nothing left you could say at this point, so you decided to spare yourself and make your way to the bedroom. The bed was pretty big. It could’ve fit two people.

The moment you saw Joel in the stables the next morning, you could feel your heart soar. Before he said a word, you knew he had made the right decision. The three of you squeezed onto the horse, Ellie sandwiched in the middle, and you were off. You and Joel sat in peaceful silence for a while, occasionally responding to Ellie’s rambling to show you were listening. Before you knew it, you were arriving at the so-called firefly base.

“What the fu-” you started.

“Holy shit! Are those monkeys?” Ellie exclaimed, pointing at the crowd of animals before you.

“Must be from the old labs,” Joel muttered, a hint of interest in his voice

“Look at them go!” you giggled.

“First time seein’ a monkey?” Joel asked the two of you.

“First time seein' a monkey,” you replied in unison, both awestruck. A smile crept onto Joel's face at this- the togetherness he felt in rare moments like this is what kept him going.

You soon came across the fireflies symbol painted on a couple of signs, but no guards appeared nearby. You all dismounted the horse before making your way inside, guns drawn. You in the back, Joel in the front, and Ellie sandwiched between yet again. The building you came across was abandoned from the looks of it, with papers scattered about.

“They just left,” Joel said, coming across a packing list among the scattered supplies. You suddenly heard a clang from another room, drawing your attention.

“Maybe not all of them,” you replied as the three of you carefully moved towards the sound. Your heart picked up its pace- whatever was in that room couldn’t be a firefly. Maybe a raider, you thought, which didn’t help your anxieties. Joel put a finger to his lips before opening the door, signaling for your silence. Relief rushed through you as you saw the source of the noise was just a few stray monkeys. It was only moments later that you heard voices- voices that certainly didn’t come from an animal. Peering out the window, the three of you saw a group of men, presumably raiders.

“Shit,” you murmured, instinctively grabbing Ellie’s arm.

“Out the back,” said Joel, leading the way for the three of you to make your escape. You ducked behind some sandbags for a moment before making your break to the horse. As Joel untied the horse, you heard footsteps quickly making their way over to you.

“Joel!” Ellie screamed as the man swung his bat at his head, hitting it on a tree and breaking it in two. While Joel dodged his attack you jumped on the man and banged him into the tree behind him before he knocked you back on your ass, banging your head on the ground. You’ve had your fair share of concussions, and you knew that's exactly what just happened to you. Joel quickly recovered from the first attack before grabbing the man, a wave of anger in his eyes as you’ve never seen before. His arm tightened around the man's throat, unrelenting in its strength. Struggle as he may, it wasn’t long before his neck was snapped. You remain on the ground, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you look at Ellie, shakily holding her gun. Her eyes darken as they shift down to your stomach. Your eyes follow hers and you finally see what she’s looking at. When the man hit the bat into the tree, it must've snapped in half. One half was on the ground a few feet away from you, while, unfortunately, the other half was buried in your stomach.

“Shit,” Ellie said, lowering her gun and walking over to you. Your hand reached down, adrenaline still pumping through your body, and you instinctively pulled the wooden piece out of your abdomen. You barely even felt it. Joel was silent the entire time, and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking. You threw it aside before noticing three more men coming your way. As fast as possible, Joel hiked himself up onto the horse and grabbed you while Ellie pushed from the ground before pulling herself up, you now sitting between the two. Joel didn’t let himself focus on the anxiety in his chest that blurred his vision- he needed to get you both to safety.

“Fuck,” you sighed, adrenaline wearing off a bit and pain seeping in.

“Go!” Ellie yelled to Joel as you began to move. She grabbed her gun and shot backward at the men- she didn’t have the best aim, but it certainly deterred them from advancing anymore. Ellie kept peering over her shoulder, on high alert. If you weren’t putting all of your focus on staying conscious, you’d have noticed her slight tremble. You would have noticed Joel's body tense when your breathing slowed, his occasional glance over his shoulder. His erratic heartbeat as he tried to keep you talking.

“We’re gonna get back to Jackson and we’re gonna get some help,” Joel said over his shoulder. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice- he was excellent at hiding how he truly feels.

“No,” you uttered, using all of your strength.

“Sorry, no?” Joel questioned.

“Get her to the fireflies,” you whispered before your vision began to blur. Your lifeless body crumpled off the horse, Ellie attempted to hold on but it all happened too fast. The cold snow was stained red, the warm blood leaving your body melting the snow directly beneath you. Joel and Ellie quickly hopped down, one on each side of you.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Ellie panicked, hands shakily reaching towards your abdomen.

“Ellie,” Joel said, voice laced with panic. He motioned for her to grab his pack while he placed his hands onto the wound, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers. He had never felt so helpless in his life- at least, not since Sarah. That same shuddered breathing coming from a person he loves- he couldn’t bear it.

“Joel, what the fuck do we do,” she asked. Joel continued to silently work on packing your wound with an extra flannel he had in his bag.

“It’s ok,” you croaked. They immediately turned to you on the ground, almost stopping in their tracks. “Just help me to that house,” you said, motioning towards a house about 50 yards away. You were struggling to breathe under the pressure of Joel’s hands on your wound- it almost seemed useless, you were still losing blood like crazy. Joel tied the flannel around your waist to try to keep the blood from seeping out. Once he decided you were situated, he picked you up bridal style and led you to the house. When you arrived, they gently placed you at the entrance, Ellie staying with you while Joel made sure the house was clear. He returned to help you inside, lying you on an old mattress. You let out a small laugh as you got situated.

“What?” Joel asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. How could you be laughing right now?

“Don’tcha think it's kinda cute?” you asked as he fussed with your bandages.

“What’s that?” he asked gruffly, not exactly in the mood for your attitude.

“Oh, just that I might be dying in your arms tonight. I dunno, feels like a movie,” you said, your pale lips curling into a smile. He gave you a look, pausing briefly to peer into your eyes. You wordlessly pleaded with him to lighten the mood a bit, for Ellie’s sake. He didn't say a word.

“Joel, what the fuck do we do?” Ellie repeated herself in her panic.

“It’s ok. You guys go. Now,” you said. Joel's eyebrows furrowed at this. “You leave, go north. Go to Tommy.”

“Um, the fuck?” Ellie asked. “I don’t know what you think this is but we're not leaving,” Ellie said, frustration creeping into her voice. She looked hurt by this, and it broke your heart. Were you doing the same thing Joel had done just last night?

“The kids right,” Joel said as you turned to look at him. “You’re either comin' with us or we're all campin’ here for the night. No in-between” Joel finished. You pleaded to him with your eyes again, begging him to just give up on you. The two of them would be fine, you knew it. But you didn’t know the emotional toll it would have taken on the stubborn man in front of you. He was stubborn, but so were you. Only you didn’t get a chance to prove just how stubborn you could be before you couldn’t fight the darkness that crept into your vision.

You woke with a start the next morning. You often woke in a panic these days, but the feeling was only further cemented when you realized you didn’t quite recognize your surroundings. The only thing you could recognize was Joel’s eyes on you, which brought you some semblance of comfort. When he noticed you awake, he rushed to your side. As much as you could imagine Joel to “rush.”

“Hey, you uh, awake. You’re awake,” he said softly, trying not to wake Ellie asleep in the corner of the same dilapidated room you’d been in for a while now.

“It would appear so,” you replied, attempting to sit up a bit.

“Hey, hey, relax,” he put his hand on your shoulder, urging you to lay back down. “Your infections bad. We managed to trade for some penicillin but it's not gonna be enough. We gotta figure out how to get you back to Jackson,” Joel said, lightly lifting your shirt to look at the wound.

You cursed the heat rising to your face as Joel's fingers brushed your bare skin. You’d never been intimate like this before, though this was barely intimacy. He hadn’t ever touched your skin like this- with such delicacy. You were fragile to him at this moment, and you needed to be handled with care. You hated being a burden, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice to be taken care of for once.

You were too busy focusing on your own reaction to this gesture to notice Joels. His hands shook as he cared for your wound, wincing as he saw that it really wasn’t getting any better. He didn’t know what this meant- he wasn’t a doctor by any means, but he knew this wasn’t good.

You were in and out of sleep throughout the next day or two, letting the dull, throbbing pain lull you into sleep. It hurt to watch Joel and Ellie worry about you, especially because there was nothing you could do to help. Your days felt numbered- the amount of penicillin was scarce and you weren’t feeling any better. You barely had the strength to keep your eyes open, much less speak.

“Joel,” you managed to croak- you couldn’t even spare the energy to seethe at the pain pulsating throughout your body.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he replied, kneeling next to you. He only called you sweetheart when he needed something- what did he need from you now? To live? “Whatcha need?”

“You’re special, you know that?” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“And why is that?” he asked, wiping the tear.

“You really know how to make a girl fall in love,” you smiled- this isn’t something you ever planned on telling him, but as you lie there, vision blurring around the edges as the darkness caved in on you, there was nothing else you wanted to say.

Joel felt panic consume him when your eyes closed.

“Hey, hey darlin’, wake up for me, okay?” he pleaded. Ellie stalked over, panic heating her chest. “Ellie, grab her legs,” Joel said. It was like he was kicked into a new gear- he was going to do whatever it took to keep you with him.

You didn’t know where you were. The walls were unfamiliar and white- stark and sterile. The first thing you noticed was the couch in the corner of the room, occupied by your two favorite people. Joel sat upright, arms crossed and eyes closed. His brows were furrowed like he was having some sort of nightmare. Ellie’s expression mirrored his, as she lay on her side with her head resting on his leg, arms curled into her chest. Your heart warmed at the sight- he was becoming a father figure to her, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. You tried to sit up, failing immediately as pain shot through your body. You winced, perhaps a little too loud, as Joel’s eyes shot open. Ellie remained in a deep sleep on his lap.

“You’re up,” he acknowledged, almost like it was too good to be true. He carefully shifted his body so he could move Ellie from his lap and onto the couch before he stood to walk towards you. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep, be best not to wake her,” he said, leaning down to brush a hair from her face. Seeing him be this gentle with her melted your heart.

“How, um, how long was I out?” you asked, lifting the sheets to see your wound. It was covered and clean, but you knew it was there from the way it throbbed.

“About a week. Scared the shit out of… the kid,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. He bit back what he truly wanted to say- you scared the shit out of him. But he wasn’t going to admit that you had that much of an impact on him. The second he lets others affect his life is the second he gets weak. There wasn’t a place for vulnerability in this world. “It was, a, uh, miracle that you lived.”

“Oh yeah?” your eyebrows raised. “Shit. I’m sorry for worrying… her,” you glanced at Ellie again as she snuggled into the couch. “How did I, um how did you guys get me here?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse from lack of use, but you tried to remain strong.

“We, uh, we gotcha back on the horse. Ellie led the way, I made sure you were safe, I mean, I just made sure you didn’t fall,” he replied, looking at his feet. “Took us awhile to get back, I… I didn't think you were gonna make it,” he replied, coughing to cover up the break in his voice. He was still in disbelief that you even woke up.

“Well, it looks like you’re stuck with me,” you laughed weakly. Then it was silent for a few moments, the two of you stewing in your thoughts. “You know, I think if it had been anybody else with me, I would’ve just died,” you remarked. Joel shook his head.

“Well, that’s not true. You’re strong” he said quietly.

“Well, yeah, sure I’m strong. But I can choose not to be. I honestly would’ve been fine to die if it was in your arms. But I couldn’t do that to you. Not… not again,” you paused, gathering your thoughts. “It’s just… you’re it for me, Joel. You and Ellie- you guys are it. And if I can’t have you guys, well, let's just say I wouldn’t mind staying asleep,” you confessed, avoiding eye contact.

“Ahem…” you heard Ellie clear her throat from her position on the couch. “Sorry, I have a habit of snooping, but holy shit you’re awake!” she squealed, bouncing over to you and plopping herself onto you in a hug. She knocked the wind out of you, and you may have cared if you weren’t so happy to see her.

“Hey, hey, easy on her now,” Joel said, pulling Ellie back from you a bit. He was still quiet, processing what you had just said to him.

“Ahhh, my sweet Ellie girl, how I missed you so,” you smiled, pinching her cheeks.

“Bullshit, you were definitely just dreaming about Joel the whole time. Must’ve been nice, sleeping that long,” she laughed. You ignore the first part of her sentence.

“Yeah, I guess I’m pretty well rested,” you smiled, ruffling her hair and pulling her into another hug.

“I’m gonna go get someone, a nurse,” Ellie excused herself from the room, leaving you with Joel yet again.

“I’m sorry if that was too mu-” you started before Joel cut you off.

“No, no, don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he said softly. It wasn’t a whisper- it was just soft. He’d been so soft with you. “I… I can’t say I don’t feel the same,” he looked down at his shoes.

“Oh, uh, you do?” you blushed. You felt so childish, like you were admitting you had a crush on him, but it was more than that. It was a partnership, a dependency- a loyalty to one another that didn’t need a label. Only, you couldn’t hide the way you felt anymore.

“Gosh, I can’t even tell you how it felt to see you like that. It should’ve been me, you know,” he said, disappointment evident on his features.

“Um, no, it shouldn’t have. Besides, how would we have gotten your big ass back to Jackson?” you giggled, grabbing his hand. His expression changed then as he looked down at your intertwined hands. “Joel, what does this mean?” you asked.

He chose not to respond with words- they were never his strong suit. Without a word, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. It was soft and it was sweet and it was like nothing you had ever experienced before- not from someone you loved. You reciprocated, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer.

“Yeah, they’re just in here-woahhhhhhh!” Ellie yelled, giggling and running out of the room. Joel quickly pulled back and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“That little shit,” he sighed.

“Well, she was gonna have to find out somehow,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles.

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azsazz · 2 months

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With Me

Eris x Rhysand's Sister!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: I know your request are closed but still writing. In the future could you do something with Eris x rhys sister?

Warnings: Graphic depictions of canon violence

Word Count: 1,520

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It had been on a wisp of an autumn breeze that Eris found out.

Found out about the plans of the High Lord of Spring, how he and his sons planned an ambush on the wife and daughter of the High Lord of Night on their travels to the Illyrian mountains for a visit with her son.

He had been on his horse, red as the leaves on the trees, scouting the borders between Autumn and Spring. The wind ruffled his hair and tickled his pointed ears with the whispers of scheming sons. Eris had stilled the mare beneath him and urged the current with a touch of magic to enhance the conversation.

That High Lord will pay for everything he’s tried to do to ours.

He won’t even know what’s coming. And neither will those little bitches.

Dibs on the older one.

It had eaten Eris throughout the day. Across the rest of his round on the border, during battle strategy, between sword fighting with his younger brothers. Lucien was learning quickly how to play his brothers against each other, and even scored a hit on Eris while his mind had been run through with worry.

He is a smart male but the thought of going to his father with this news didn’t feel right, but keeping it to himself felt even worse. So, after a family dinner that he loathed, Eris put on his emerald robes and marched into the Night Court territory.

He was too late.

Eris caught the scent of your blood on a tornado of wind that carried the harrowing cries of you and your mothers downfall. You had been brutally attacked by the Spring Court sons and their father, and as Eris crept closer he saw blood coated flowers sprouting from the ground. The High Lord’s magic, a love note to the High Lord of Night.

A soft gurgle caught his attention as he stepped into the clearing washed in moonlight. The sight before him was harrowing; your carriage door ripped off its hinges, the windows blown out. Even the large, black steeds that had been pulling the wagon had been slaughtered, their entrails long lines in the white snow.

A wet cough, one with the whisper of death accompanying it drew his attention. Eris didn’t hesitate to locate you, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you curled beneath your slain mother, her arms still wrapped around you protectively.

Your eyes were wide with fear, mouth gaping like a fish. Blood of both yours and your mothers surrounded you, leaking from your lips, from between the hands you had pressed weakly to your stomach.

Falling to his knees, Eris reached a hand out but halted when your eyes met his. His mind was reeling, a young warrior with little battlefield experience before a female struggling through her thinning breaths.

Something stirred deeply within him, something he knew but couldn’t say, wouldn’t admit out loud until years later.

You had enough strength to shift your hand in the snow, reaching towards him, eyes screaming a plea for help from the handsome son of Autumn.

And he did. He held your organs in his hands as he winnowed you from Night into his own territory, right into the hands of his mother.

Amaretto stood with a start, the book in her hands falling loudly to the floor. There were no sounds in the room, not even the crackling of the fires raging in the hearths. She kept it this way so she could hear the sounds of her husband's footsteps when he walked down the marble halls of the Woodland House, each echo a shot to her confidence.

“Eris,” she gasps at her son, who looks over at her with wide, pleading, auburn eyes. She halts in her tracks, that look in his eyes, the sheer terror on his face. Her own eyes softened with a knowing look, and she uttered, “Oh, Eris.”

He and his mother worked in tandem all through the night. And when Beron’s footsteps began to sound down the hall Eris had been the one to distract him, goad him. He didn’t care about the bruises and pain inflicted by his father’s hand because it was nothing to the pain he could feel from you, through the thread of the bond that had appeared at the sight of you.

His mother saved your life with the little trickle of healing magic she had left. Always hidden from Beron, but would use it to save her son’s mate’s life. Two gentle souls that deserved much better hands that you had been dealt in the world.

Eris stayed by your side when you had been moved to a guest room. You hadn’t woken for days and he couldn’t figure out a way to hide you from his father who would surely use you against the Night Court, who were mourning the news of their felled female family members.

Word had come of the slaying of the Spring Court High Lord and the two eldest sons, leaving young Tamlin to take his place. In the fray, the High Lord of Night had been murdered as well, with Rhysand taking the chair of rule.

It was all very confusing times.

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“Eris,” you plead, tears staining your eyes. He can feel the cracking in your chest even though you’re trying to hide it from him. You’ve never been good at blocking your feelings from your loving mate, but the thought of returning home was all too much. Eris wasn’t understanding your fear, your need to go home to the Night Court after so long away, after Amarantha’s reign of terror has finally ended. “I need to see my brother.”

Eris had hidden you from the wretched female while he and all of the other citizens of the Autumn Court had been forced beneath the mountain. It had been a long, lonely fifty years of trying to find a way to get back to Velaris, to get inside of the barriers that had been protected with an extra boost of Rhysand’s power before he became trapped.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, hugging you closely. The both of you are laid up in his bed, days of reacquainting each other with the other’s body after so long away. Your mate had all but fallen apart in your arms, and you in his, the loneliness of your years spent wondering how your mate fared against the powerful female set to ruin your world.

“Come with me,” you beg wetly, clutching to his clothes. He had winnowed right back into your arms as soon as he was able, and he hasn’t let you go since. You hadn’t wanted him to. “Let’s run away from Autumn, together.”

Just like Lucien had done, chased away from the Court he knew as home while their awful brothers hunted him down. It had been another harrowing night for Eris, one you held him through.

Only the knowledge that his brother was safe in the Spring Court had kept him from completely falling apart.

“I can’t just leave like this, fawn,” he answers wetly, stroking your hair back from your face. You’re as beautiful as the day you woke up, when your eyes landed on his and the bond made itself known to you. He has spent every day since thanking the Mother for this time with you, for sparing you that winter night, for keeping you safe when he was trapped under the mountain with no way out. “Not yet.”

Your voice breaks and hot tears stream down your face, throat tightening to the point where no words could break if you tried. You want Eris to come with you, you need Eris to come with you. You’ve only just gotten him back and it cannot be time to give him up already.

“It’s okay, fawn,” Eris consoles sadly. He will keep you in his arms tonight and tomorrow, up until he escorts you to your brother’s land and makes sure that you are safe with them. He has been a selfish male for so many years, falling headfirst into the mating bond. He’d fallen into you completely and without any remorse, the same way you had found yourself falling into him. “You need to do this. And I will be here, fighting for a better life for us until we can be together, freely.”

Eris and Amaretto had come up with an elaborate plan to tell the rest of the family. That Eris would hide you until you healed, and found his mate at the Autumnal Equinox balls. It would ensure your safety, being classed as a High Fae, but also being Eris’ mate. You had learned to deal with Beron and Eris’ insufferable brothers for years.

You love Eris with every fiber of your being, and the thought of parting with him so soon after getting him back tears your heart to shreds, but you need to go, especially after everything Eris had told you happened down there.

“I love you, Eris.”

“I love you too, fawn.”

#eris x reader #eris/reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #acosf #eris #eris vanserra

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xxsabitoxx · 11 months

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How the Pillars react to your death

Important note: all of these deaths occur during the infinity castle arc, heavy and implied spoilers. Rengoku’s reaction to your death takes place before Mugen Train! Reader’s gender is unspecified.

Warnings: this post contains spoilers for the final arc of the manga. This includes implied spoilers for various characters. Please do not read this if you don’t want to be spoiled and don’t blame me if you go ahead and read it anyways lol

A/N: I wrote this whole post in my head while showering last night and I’m honestly offended it took me 3x as long to actually write it.

Giyu

“CAWWW! DEAD! KOCHO SHINOBU AND L/N Y/N ARE DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER A CONFRONTATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO!” Giyu’s body comes to a screeching halt, Tanjiro shooting past him before falling to his knees as violent sobs wracked his body. Giyu, on the other hand, is frozen in place, a sob stuck in his throat. Shinobu’s death was a punch to the gut, but you? For the first time since Sabito had died, Giyu felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Yet, nothing would come out, those tears wouldn’t break the barrier and slip down his cheeks. His tight throat would not let the sob escape. There was no possible way you were gone, you promised him you’d be okay. Though, childish beliefs like that reminded him of his own faults. Once again, he couldn’t protect the people he cared about. Rather than wallowing in sudden grief, he began moving again, past Tanjiro who was struggling to get back up. He needed to keep moving, if he didn’t stop, he was certain he would collapse entirely and never get up again. He couldn’t let your sacrifice go to waste.

Shinobu

Her feet barely hit the ground, body manoeuvring through the endless castle with one destination in mind. “CAWWW! DEAD! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING UPPER MOON TWO!” She stumbles, shock hitting her like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. Her mind is racing, not willing to believe what the crow had just said to be true. You had steered away from the plan. In a desperate attempt to save Shinobu’s life you tried to defeat Upper Two yourself. Hot, angry tears are spilling down her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as she tries to understand. “Why would you do this? Why wouldn’t you take my word for it and go with Tomioka? Look what you did… you went and got yourself killed,” Yet again, Upper Two had taken something precious to her. One word flashed through her mind, alongside your beautiful face. Revenge. She would get her revenge, not only for Kanae, but for you. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll be with you soon.”

Rengoku

It’s quiet, too quiet even. You should be back by now, the sun has fully risen. Kyojuro’s heart is hammering in his chest, doom creeping up his spine. He has an unshakable bad feeling about your late arrival. His worst fears are confirmed when your crow arrives without you. “No…” breathless, as if all the air is being ripped from his lungs. “Don’t say it…” his knees are giving out as your crow lands on the wooden porch. “T-they’re gone…aren’t they?” he chokes it out, the words are as bitter and burning as bile. Your crow only caws, soft and full of sorrow, unable to share the proper message as Kyojuro begins to sob. He’s curling in on himself, crying so loudly but unable to hear it due to the intensity of the ringing in his ears. It’s a panic attack manifesting in the most intense form. He can’t fathom a world without you, nevermind having to live in one. Senjuro is rushing to his brother's aid, seeing your crow gives him more than enough information to know as tears well in his eyes.

Tengen

He’s kneeling dutifully outside of Nezuko’s room, Shinjuro by his side. His wives are inside, too stubborn to sit out and not help at all. Their excuse being that Nezuko saved his life, they owe her the same kind of protection now. You on the other hand, were too determined, leaving your retirement to fight the battle against the demon lord himself. Nothing Tengen nor his wives said could convince you to stay on the sidelines. His heart is sinking the moment your crow appears in the distance, he’d recognize it anywhere. “N-no… don’t you dare…” Tengen’s voice is cracking as it lands, Shinjuro is turning his head the other way, knowing what is to come. “Don’t you dare say they are dead…” his voice is rising in his panic, he knows the answer. The commotion has Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru running outside. The moment Hina’s eyes land on your crow, a violent sob escapes her chest, falling to her knees as Makio and Suma come to the same conclusion. “T-they’re dead…aren’t they?!” Makio sobs, Tengen can’t raise his head as your crow delivers your final message.

Mitsuri

She’s frozen in place as a crow comes directly for her, fear is ebbing through her body, a cold sweat forming on her brow. She knows the message before the crow can even utter it. “No! Go back! I don’t want to hear it!” Obanai is frozen beside her, grabbing her arm so she doesn’t collapse. The crow circles around her, cawing woefully as she begins to cry. “I-I don’t want to know! Don’t tell me!” she’s hiccupping as Obanai tries to pull her forward, they need to keep moving. “Mitsuri…” his voice is surprisingly soft, the crow is still circling overhead. “We need to hear the message…” she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her ears as tears slip down her cheeks. The crow caws again, Obanai signals for it to deliver the message. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON ONE!” The crow continued on about who lived and who died, what was important is that upper moon one was dead. That didn’t matter to her though, no she couldn’t even hear the rest of the message over the ringing in her years. Mitsuri let Obanai tug her along, they needed to keep moving at whatever the cost.

Muichiro

“CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” He keeps running, uncertain as to why he feels a tightness in his chest at the crow’s message. “THEY DIED DURING A CONFLICT WITH UPPER TWO!” He’s still moving, more so concerned over his unexpected and overwhelming sadness. Why am I sad? I don’t even remember that name… but then your kind smile is flashing before his eyes and the world is crashing down around him. He comes to a screeching halt, eyes wide as he finally pieces together the message. “y/n…” how could he ever forget? Before he realizes it, he’s sniffling. Tears blur his vision for a moment before he blinks them away. He begins to move again, the sadness gripping his chest is slowly fading, fading until he can’t even remember why he got teary eyed in the first place. He needs to remember the task at hand… where was he heading again?

Obanai

The flapping of wings catches him off guard, head craning upwards as the crow begins to caw. The noise is full of sorrow, which can only mean it bears bad news. “Obanai…” Mitsuri is watching the animal circle above them, her heart pounding erratically at the endless possibilities of the message it may share. “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED IN BATTLE AGAINST UPPER MOON ONE!” Obanai’s feet are slowing, hitting the floor beneath him with a little too much force as the message rings through his head over and over. “N-no… oh… Iguro I…” Mitsuri is crying, staring at the man beside her as the world seems to cave in on him. It’s as if everything is in slow motion for a few beats in time. The words the crow uttered felt foreign, your name paired with ‘dead’ didn’t make any sense in his mind. It was impossible really, there was no way you were dead. You had gone to face Upper One with Gyomei, Sanemi, Muichiro… four hashira against upper One and you didn’t make it? You were so strong… no the message can’t be correct. “Kanroji… let’s keep moving.” he’s turning it off, every swelling emotion is being suppressed as he takes off again. Mitsuri is left with no choice but to wipe her tears and follow.

Sanemi

Upper Moon One is standing before him, Gyomei at his side. This battle needed to be won, if not, everything would be lost. The demon before him needed to be put down, there was no other option. He’s talking, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen. Rather, Sanemi is gauging every vital point he can strike and how to go about doing it. “CAWW! I BRING A MESSAGE!” he doesn’t glace up, nothing that crow could say would be able to break his focus. “L/N Y/N IS DEAD!” except for that. Sanemi inhales deeply, eyes widening significantly as he debates on if he heard the message correctly. “THEY DIED DURING AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO! UPPER MOON TWO IS NOW DEAD!” it feels as if all the air in the room had been sucked away with the crow’s flapping wings. Upper One no longer seemed smug about the message after the addition of Upper Two being defeated. Beside him, Gyomei is crying. Sanemi doesn’t realize it, but so is he. He’s oblivious to the hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Still, his patience remains intact, waiting for Gyomei’s signal to attack the high ranked demon. Now, he has absolutely nothing to lose. Kagaya is gone, now you are gone, it is likely the rest of the Hashira wouldn’t make it out of this… he has nothing left to fight for.

Gyomei “CAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING MUZAN!” Tears flow freely as he fights, part of him wishes he hadn’t been able to hear the message in the first place. You had met the unfortunate fate of encountering Muzan himself. It was likely that you were alone, if you weren’t, you were likely the strongest in your group. It pained him, knowing you likely died a brutal death. That pain fueled his attacks, taking every ounce of heartbreak and despair out on the demon before him. You didn’t deserve that, nobody deserved a fate that cruel. He keeps moving, mind reeling yet completely focused. It’s as if he is fighting in a bubble, the world muffled around him yet perfectly clear all at once. Too many emotions are raging through his soul to really pinpoint just one of them. He can only hope you’ll wait for him on the other side, he can only pray you’re watching over him at this very moment. Guiding him, giving him strength. “I’ll meet you again soon, don’t worry. I promise I won’t keep you waiting much longer. Wait for me, please? You will, won’t you?”

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ooglybooglycomfortstories · 5 months

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What am I to you? - Sukuna x Reader

Okay, so this was the winner of the most recent poll that I did to get ideas and it took me a couple days to get to it cause I got a little busy but I hope you enjoy this!

tw: really angsty, VERY minor physical altercation (reader gets pushed), female reader, also Sukuna. Because he's his own trigger warning.

wc: 1.2k - also not proof read.

pt 2

How long had this been going on… How long had it been since this all started…? You stared across the room at Yuji’s body, now adorned with Sukuna’s markings. You had graduated 2 years ago and never had issues with Yuji losing control of Sukuna in high school but now here he was, standing in your living room.

You and Yuji were roommates for the sake of saving money. Neither of you had any feelings for each other. You prayed that Yuji would never discover the nature of these meetings between you and Sukuna.

You and Sukuna had been meeting almost daily to talk. It startled you the first time because he was so threatening, however, you slowly began to lose the fear of him. It had been so odd though when he first met with you. He had been watching you read and write poetry and claimed he was amused that you shared one of his interests. That was then, this is now.

You and Sukuna had argued recently. A few months prior to this meeting, he had made the mistake of getting too involved with you. He had allowed you to fall for him by mistake and he had allowed you to kiss him. The night after that had sparked a fight. You desperately wanted to understand the relationship the both of you had. He had threatened and insulted you then he disappeared from your life, ceasing all meeting with you for three whole months. That is until now.

“You’ve been toying with me, brat”

Sukuna starts the conversation, irritated and angry. You furrowed your brows as you looked at him. What was he talking about? If anything he had been toying with you.

“Excuse me?”

You meet his tone with the same attitude, except you seem a little more irritated than him.

“If I recall you’re the one who stopped meeting with me for a whole 3 months because you were butt hurt that I wanted to know what we are!!”

You shoot up from your spot on the couch and storm over to him, your feet thunking against the wood floor. When you reach Sukuna, you jab your finger into his chest and practically scream at him. Sukuna just stands there in shock. If it had been anyone else, he would have sliced them up by now for even looking at him funny. But why did he always refrain from doing that to you? What was it about you?

“YOU don’t get to say that I’ve been toying with you!! If anything, I’ve been playing your stupid little games since these meetings started!!!”

Sukuna looks at you, his eyes narrowed but he can feel a sinking feeling in his stomach that betrays how he wants to feel about you right now. He wanted to convince himself over the three months that these meetings were unnecessary and he owed you nothing but truthfully, those 8 months felt like years. It irked him so deeply that he had to confront you about it. You had done something to him. Not the other way around, your anger was unjustified to him. And yet he couldn’t open his mouth to speak.

You stay silent for a moment before looking directly up into Sukuna’s eyes, searching for something in him that cared, but his barrier stayed up. His barrier was so thick, hiding his true intentions, he was a master at hiding his intentions and giving into bloodlust. A frown replaced the anger in your face when you realized you couldn’t see through him. You kept your eyes on his, still searching as you spoke quietly and softly.

“Why did you let me kiss you that night… Am I just a toy in one big game to you…?”

Sukuna feels his chest tighten and holds his breath as he looks into your eyes. Unlike him you were an open book. Looking into your eyes was like pouring alcohol onto a deep wound. It made his face twist up into an unreadable expression for a moment after you spoke.

He didn’t owe you a response and yet… he couldnt stop his lips.

“No”

“No what Sukuna, no I’m not a toy?”

“No you’re not. You’re confusing”

Sukuna’s words catch you off guard and you furrow your brows again as you keep your gaze trained on him.

“I’m confusing…?”

“I feel suffocated being near you”

You go silent again for what feels like an eternity before he breaks the silence.

“You have put a spell on me woman”

You scoff in disbelief, is he still toying around with you? Could you really believe anything he said?

“I have not”

“It is the only explanation for the tightness that burdens my chest near you woman! You have bound my soul to you to bend to your will!”

You burst out in laughter finally, you have never heard the king of curses become so desperate. You were beginning to realize the nature of the situation. You figured that he had never been in love before and this whole concept was new to him. You pursed your lips, thinking of something to say while Sukuna looked at you like you were crazy for laughing at him.

“You laugh at my suffering woman?!”

“Sukuna, I haven’t put a spell on you. That tightness in your chest is a reaction to loving somebody. If you had wanted to cut contact with me that night you would have never returned to me in such a sour mood. You thought of me those entire 3 months”

Sukuna glared at you for even suggesting that was the case. He shoved you away from him to get distance and the sinking feeling struck him again along with an instinctual urge to pull you back to him.

You stood there, looking at him in shock. He could have done way more than push you but that push irked you to the very core of your soul and your expression soured once again.

“You know what, fine. Be that way! Go back to hiding in your prison inside Yuji’s mind! I don’t care what feelings you have for me, figure it out yourself and don’t talk to me again! I don’t want to meet with you ever again!”

Sukuna looked at you, angry and dumbfounded that you were demanding him to do things.

“You have no authority to demand things of me woman! I do what I please!”

“I DON’T CARE”

Your scream causes his jaw to clamp shut. He had never heard you so angry before. He grumbled a curse to you under his breath before traveling back to Yuji’s room and laying his body down in the bed, swapping out with him so that he wouldn’t become suspicious of why Sukuna was standing in front of you who was so angry.

You on the other hand grabbed your keys and left the house, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t know where you were going but you needed to get away from the house to process your anger and frustration. You walked to your car, unlocking it with the keys and quickly pulling open the drivers side door, getting in and driving away.

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Welcome To My Head At Midnight | n romanoff

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win.

Warnings: more depressing stuff, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, isolation, depression, overall angst

wc: 2k

note: inspired by ‘Midnight’ by Bow Anderson. I listen to it too often so why not write a one shot about it to fuel angst. I’ve worked on this in small bits for a few nights now, and it’s not a fic exactly, but anyway, here it is :) enjoy

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They say the brightest smiles hold the darkest secrets, their shimmering landscape a disguised war zone of trepidation. And those who dared tread there risked mutilation of their closest loved ones in exchange for the truth. No one came out of there unscathed, but perhaps the one who could never leave had it the worst.

Natasha knew how to keep herself occupied. Her work was her top priority, not having a secure bond with family nor friends to latch onto in her darkest hours. She threw herself into whatever she could, often picking up extra should she find simply a few spare minutes in her day.

But those hours weren’t taken for the hell of it. Her body wasn’t driven into the ground and her knuckles weren’t battered and bruised just for the fun of it. She needed solace, but nothing was ever strong enough to keep the lid on the overflowing terrors in her mind. She never would be strong enough, for this kind of pain was never made to be handled alone.

But the Black Widow, a feared warrior, would only ever be alone. Her hand crafted smile was simply a ruse but no one seemed to see through the cracks in her mask, no matter how large they felt from the inside. Her master manipulation worked a little too well, her silent cries for help falling upon deaf ears.

Among all of this, she couldn’t slow down. Just a momentary standstill had her grip on her emotions slipping, one by one her fingers losing contact with the sheer cliff face she found herself hanging from. Natasha may fight assassins and aliens with a fearless prowess, never batting an eyelid or showing a flicker of terror.

But the same could not be said for her own mind. The part of her that formed her every thought and controlled her every movement was simultaneously destroying her from the inside out. Her thoughts paralysed her, a punch to the gut when her guard was at her lowest. But no hours of running would ever let her escape these violent clutches that her fears had on her. She was trying to lose her shadow, an impossible fight.

She was always two steps ahead of both her enemies and her anxieties. The faintest lurch of her stomach or tightening of her chest had her appearing at Fury’s door in a breathless stupor, voice icy as she demanded an immediate mission. Her superior had his skepticism but always agreed, sending her across the country at the drop of a hat. Natasha never cared where she went; frankly, she never noticed. She would go anywhere, do anything.

But even she was forced to have days off. They felt like a fever dream, and Natasha found herself unable to partake in the excitable chatter rumbling among her friends at the prospect of their weekend plans. She could barely muster a smile, never mind a verbal reply whilst her hands began to tremble and her eyes turned glossy. Dread sank into the depths of her stomach like a stone - a day off meant isolation, it meant fighting her battles by herself - a death wish. Relaxation would never come, yet she braved a smile and lied through her teeth to dodge the inevitable questions.

Lifting her aching body out of bed was an impossible task. Her pillow was often soaked with tear stains but she barely noticed as her cool palms hit the wet fabric. The heavy curtains that fell to block out the world never twitched, and sunlight never got the chance to kiss her pale complexion. She didn’t want a reminder of what the day was like for everyone else. She remained a victim to the darkness, both inside and out.

There were no interruptions, why would there be? What little sleep she got was plagued by nightmares and she still shook from the aftermath as she shuffled to the bathroom, legs shaky and cheeks damp. The harsh reflection in the mirror only highlighted her anxious state, so she ignored it, too scared to be faced with what she knew would stare back at her. Mirrors across her room were covered up- she’d go crazy if they weren’t.

Natasha hated this side of her. Where was the tough woman she was supposed to be? How could she feel this much emotion when it had been beaten out of her since she could walk. How did any of it still remain? Nevermind enough to debilitate her and curl itself around her windpipe, slowly crushing her from the inside out and forcing every last piece of hope out.

She knew she was a failure, but not to this extent. Despite her success, she was fucking up her life and the demons in her head screamed this to her over and over. There were so many little girls who looked up to her. They admired the strength she had and her resilience and she wished she could tell them to stop when they uttered the words she was scared to hear.

“When I grow up, I want to be just like you.”

No you don’t. You really don’t.

Because they never got that insight into how she really survived each grueling day. They never saw the way her legs gave way the moment she stepped through the door, or how her hand clamped so tightly over her chapped lips her sobs were muffled. No one saw how many times she’d had to sweep pieces of shattered glass from her floor after her shaking hands had lost their grip on a cup, or the state of her nails after she’d picked them to death in an attempt to calm herself.

Everyone only saw what they wanted to see; the good. They didn’t want to know the bad. But Natasha had no choice, she had to live this nightmare. Her whole life had been spent running and she was exhausted from the fear that was always moments away from drowning her. It rested in her stomach like a grenade, the slightest movement could jostle and be fatal. But sometimes it felt more like the lingering touch of a ghostly figure, slowly dragging a nail down her back and igniting all her nerve endings so her body was on fire.

This ever-tense state that she had found herself in was exhausting and Natasha was tired. Simple tasks had become a chore and even small trips to the grocery store would result in a sudden, debilitating wave of tears and laboured breaths. A box of cereal still in hand as she kneeled on her kitchen floor, forehead pressed against the cupboard as she cried a silent scream. Anxiety hit her like a truck completely unexpected, snuffing any hope she had of a ‘good’ day.

But the worst times were the silent days. She had no tears to cry out, no thoughts to tumble into a panic attack about. She was just floating somewhere between wake and sleep, a hazy mess of a woman with no life behind her eyes.

There truly was no one who was worse of an enemy that she was to herself. She wasn’t afraid of death - no one was able to kill her.

No one but herself.

No one could love a killer like her. All the lives she had taken without a single drop of remorse, moving through crowds with a holstered gun like a goddamn machine.

Shoot, reload, repeat. Shoot. Reload. Repeat.

Where did ‘cry’ fit into this? Where did ‘self loathe’ fit into this? Where did ‘drown inside your own mind’ fit into any of this?

It didn’t. It shouldn’t.

Silence wasn’t a word in Natasha’s vocabulary. Screams rang in her ears like tinnitus, although she probably had that too.

‘No one’s going to love you’ she would mutter as she obsessed over her reflection with burning red eyes. Not with those scars. And certainly not when she was so fucked in the head. Who would want to love someone who spent the whole day smiling only to come home, flick off the lights, crawl under the covers and completely break down?

She hated that she craved someone’s touch, the coldness of her pillow failing to replicate the comfort a human would bring. But she was nothing if not a living, painful contradiction. Natasha never let herself get close to people, too scared they’d see the horrors she had to endure. So the chances of ever having someone to hold her at night was becoming slimmer by the day. But it was all the broken little girl inside her wanted. To hear someone’s comforting voice whisper in her ear that she wasn’t a monster. She wouldn’t believe them, her anxiety would fight against it, but to not go through this alone? It hurt her more than she’d ever admit.

The waves got stronger throughout the day until midnight hit and Natasha felt as though she was suffocating, water flooding her lungs as the monsters in her mind finally crawled out of their caves. It was just her in this lonely fight, weakly holding her weapons only to find them clattering to the ground in a matter of minutes.

She was tired, so tired of constantly fighting. She wasn’t born to be a soldier, she was born to be a lover, to be loved. But her trembling lip and curled up body tightened as she wrapped her arms around herself in a grounded effort to ease the pain.

As she silently shook in her bed and finally gave into the horrors, allowing them to submerge her under for another night and drain her energy and desire to live, there was one underlying question that felt heavier than everything else.

Was this her life now? Would she ever win? Or would the end of Natasha Romanoff come not from a wound gained out on the battlefield, but rather from one that had festered inside her for years, slowing growing and expanding until it consumed her in her entirety.

Was there anything worth living for anymore?

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ryuryuryuyurboat · 7 months

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RIRI. i SPECIFICALLY said no lyney angst. ever. for as long as your tumblr shall live. the little pookie wookie cutie sunshine munchkin muffin bear is in love with us returns our love do you understand😡 for legal reasons and so that i dont get judged hard by the people behind me on the train this is purely a joke. but you know WHAT ISNT A JOKE RIRI IT'S MY HEART SHATTERING. absolutely unbelievable. i demand compensation. fluff where lyney accepts confession. and an apology letter. 500 words. (hugs u)

i hate that i know EXACTLY who you are. what's with the hug did you burn the kitchen down again– anyway, here's my apology. love u!

last kiss

synopsis: if you go, can i go with you? if you leave me, can i leave me too?

genre: angst. no comfort.

characters: wanderer x gn! reader

warnings: established relationship, reader referred to in 2nd pov, written from wanderer's pov, mentions of wanderer’s birth name, reader gets amnesia, wanderer a little ooc maybe

a/n: i spent so long writing and re-writing this i will actually cry if people don't like this (no pressure though) mwah :3 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!! it helps a lot :>

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he remembers.

kunikuzushi remembers your first meeting, clear as day. the wonder in your irises as you reach out for his hand, the way you cupped his porcelain face in your hands, running your hands through his indigo locks. he remembers when he accidentally let his feelings slip, freezing up in fear of your reaction– he remembers your light laugh, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his forehead.

the balladeer remembers your disappointed look when he comes home to tell you he’s made his decision. you turn and go straight into the kitchen without another word, and the weight of silence has never been so heavy. and yet, as you set the table for dinner, you ask when the ship for snezhnaya will leave. he remembers all too well how you stopped right before boarding the ship, turned back to glare at him, and say your decision to follow him still didn’t mean you agreed with his. and when he fell from the shouki no kami after failing to replace lesser lord kusanali as sumeru’s god, he remembers you rushing forward to try and catch him in your arms to soften the impact.

the wanderer remembers those 2am walks to puspa café, pinkie linked with yours, because you craved some hot food and didn’t want it home-cooked. he remembers those cold nights with you– the rain’s symphony muffled in the background as you move in closer to embrace him tighter under the shared covers, him reluctantly humming you back to sleep.

he remembers that time you got abducted by fatui agents– any mere mortal would have gone insane from their cruel treatment, and yet, you became the one driving your abductors nuts. he found you with your back facing him as you wield your sword, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. he remembers how he couldn’t help but let a tear slip as he runs forward to hold you tight, murmuring apologies into the crook of your neck, all the while wondering where you got that much strength from. and he remembers the way you turned around to embrace him, a rare fire in your eyes as you told him those words he wishes he could have imprinted on his skin: “i’m your heart after all, aren’t i? i can’t just go dying on you when you’re not ready to go!”

the wanderer still remembers that promise you once made at 1:58am in the morning, that sweet moment you both shared, the moon being the only witness to your soft declaration of love.

the wanderer remembers that fateful day he found you unconscious in a withering zone, your body bruised and battered— presumably from fighting enemies. he’s grumbling all the way home with you in his arms about how clumsy and bothersome you are, even as he gently cleans your face from the dirt. he refuses to leave your bedside for a single second in fear that you might awake all alone. but he was the one left all alone.

he hates it.

he hates that he remembers.

and you don’t.

he hates seeing that blank stare you give him as you tell him you have no idea what he’s harping on about. he hates that even after months and months of trying, even with lesser lord kusanali’s advice, you still remember nothing. he especially hates that apologetic smile you gave him as you tell him you don’t love him back. because you did. once. and you made a promise never to leave his side as long as your heart beat. once.

but you don’t remember, do you?

your explanation that you don’t want to continue leading him on because you just don’t feel the same completely shatters him. he has no right to force you to stay, either. not after everything you did for him. but he’s always been selfish, hasn’t he? so he asks you. he asks you for one last kiss so he can keep you in his fond memories. your eyes soften as you mutter an “oh, kuni.” (he insisted you stick to the name that always hung on your lips.) he tries not to show any emotion as you pull him into a tight hug, pressing your lips to his forehead. he tries to smile as he waves you goodbye, because he wants your last memory of him to be a good one. and he tries damn hard not to cry as he slides down the now-closed door of the house you once shared, head in his hands, knowing you’ve forgotten everything as easily as you breathed.

you’re his fourth betrayal. he hates that he has to remember that for the rest of his sorry, miserable life.

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It's Just Dark 🕯️

Marko/Paul/Dwayne/David/GN!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Summary: After realizing that monsters may actually be real, you decided to venture back into the dark to confirm your suspicions. But don't be scared. Four friendly faces will help you remember how fun the dark can truly be~

Thank you @ghoulgeousimmaculate for my first ever writing request! I had fun with Don't Be Afraid of The Dark, and it was nice doing a sequel! I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Unspecified Genitals for reader, Nyctophobia (turned into love for the dark), Fear of Haunted Houses, Poly!LostBoys, Teasing, Pet Names, Fivesome, Group Sex, Public Sex, Masturbation, Handjob, Blowjob, Sex with the lights off, Vampire Powers, Sex game, Creampie, Aftercare, Good/Safe Ending

Another night in your room. You were quite comfortable in your special space, all dressed in your favorite pajamas, and the lights dimmed down to your liking. The ideal atmosphere for going to bed, yet sleep was the last thing on your mind.

For the last few days, you had been debating with yourself on what to do. Things had changed so drastically for you in such a short amount of time. One moment you were trembling like a coward in a silly little pop-up haunt, the next moment you were getting railed by four strangers in a dark room. The gravity of it hadn’t set in until you actually got home that night. You knew nothing about them other than their names, yet they knew just what to do to leave you crying out in ecstasy.

Well, you did know ONE other thing about them.

You were so quick to assume that they were just scare actors. After all, why else would four vampiric-looking boys be lurking around a fake haunted house for Halloween? Ghosts and ghouls and other monsters weren’t real. Neither were vampires. Even if their appearances looked far more elaborate, that didn’t mean they were real, honest-to-God monsters.

But if that was the case, why did you have that deep bite mark on your neck?

You couldn’t stop staring at it whenever you were in front of the mirror. It wasn’t infected, and it wasn’t bloody. It was just…there. Two holes together, the same distance as the fangs that shined in David’s mouth. If they were really fake, they wouldn’t have even pierced the skin. Those teeth had not only bitten into you, but were as neat as a surgical incision. Like they were designed for such a clean, strong bite.

It made your head spin, a million questions rolling around with no answers in sight. This should really shake you up. Frighten you with the knowledge that monsters could actually be real. And yet, whenever you thought about the boys, you were reminded of how good they made you feel. How they made your skin heat up and your heart flutter. You shivered whenever you recalled how David felt inside you.

God, you missed them.

Halloween had already passed, but the haunt would be open for one more night to make up for anyone who had missed out. It was your last chance to find the boys again. The last chance to get some answers about what you had experienced. You had to make sure you weren’t going crazy. And if all went well, then perhaps it couldn’t hurt to have some alone time with them again~

What were you thinking? Of COURSE, your fears were going to start acting up again when you were at the haunt.

Even after everything you’d been through, you couldn’t fight back all the paranoia and anxiety that came with these places. You didn’t even have your friends with you this time. This was something you would have to go it alone, and yet you couldn’t find the courage to do it. So you simply stood out on the boardwalk, staring at the haunt and watching a few couples and families excitedly go in for a scare.

A part of you had been hopeful that the boys would just be walking around the side of the haunt. Maybe taking a smoke break in between moments of their “work”. To your dismay, you didn’t see them, nor did you see any other haunt monsters. They were all hidden inside, not showing their faces to the public so as to not break the immersion.

It was blatantly obvious what you had to do. You were going to have to search inside for them.

Your hands were trembling, and all you could do to settle them was simply hold them together. You did your best to put on a brave face, not wanting anyone to sense your fears. Best not to draw too much attention to yourself. There weren’t as many people this time around, but it wasn't the other haunt-goers you were worried about most. It was all the scare actors lingering in the shadows. If there were fewer people, that meant you had a bigger target on your back for being on the receiving end of a scare.

Just focus on finding the boys, you thought to yourself.

It was so dark inside. You had forgotten about that little detail. It was tricky to navigate, but you did your best to hold onto the sides of the walls so you could find your way around the area. With focused eyes, you scanned your surroundings, trying to find any signs of wild hairstyles or flashy jewelry.

Your heart rate shot up when you heard a scare actor scream on the other side of the area, followed by a terrified shriek of whoever the unlucky victim was that got scared. Terror was overwhelming your nerves. What if you were next? What if this was all a waste of time and you couldn't find them? What if-

"Back again, little one~?"

You couldn’t stop the soft gasp that slipped out of your mouth as you felt breath on your skin and a whisper in your ear. An icy aura surrounded your figure, causing goosebumps to pop up onto your arms. David.

A hand snaked its way into your own, leather-covered fingers entwined with your bare ones. You felt light-headed as you were gently pulled away from the main area, and guided to a spot around the corner, hidden away from others wandering in.

Before you could even get a word in, you were pushed up against the wall. David's body boxed you in, his knee jutting out to slip in between your legs. With him this close, you could smell the smoke on his breath. It felt like it took your own breath away.

He pulled something out of his pocket. You weren't sure what it was until you heard a familiar flick sound. A small flame flickered out. It was his lighter.

And it was illuminating a familiar, monstrous-looking face.

Unlike the first time around where you were startled for a moment but ultimately calmed down from the shock, you were still trembling after seeing his vampire face. The sharp angles in his skull truly were lifelike. You felt foolish for being so quick to believe it was fake the first time around.

But perhaps you needed more time to figure this all out. Maybe there really was an explanation for all this.

“There you are,” David purred. His tongue slipped past his lips for a mere second before he moved forward. Your mouths fit together, a kiss fueled by the longing of your time apart. Even if it was a few days, David kissed you as if it had been years. It was a miracle there was still air in your lungs by the time he let go to speak again.

“Aww babyyy~” he cooed, caressing the side of your face. “You’re shaking so terribly. Still scared of this place~?”

You had to mentally remind yourself to keep breathing. David made it so difficult to think straight.

“A-A little…” you admitted. “But I wanted to s-see you again! I missed you…”

While technically it wasn’t the actual reason you decided to come here, there was some truth to it. You kept seeing flashes of the night you spent with him and his boys in your head. The way they touched you, tasted you, and fucked you so enthusiastically. By the look on his face, David was thinking of it too.

“And we missed you, sweetling~”

The other boys. Dwayne, Paul, and Marko. God, you dreamed of their hands on you again. They had worked so well together as a team. Keeping you in place while David had his way with you. Even before you could even think to ask about them, new faces appeared out of the dark.

Speak of the devils.

Their smiles were wide and wicked, a mischievous glint in their yellow eyes. They moved so easily in the dark. So quiet and sneaky. It was quite the contrast to the sweet words they spoke to you.

“Welcome back, cutie!”

“You’re looking extra fine tonight~”

“Come back to play another game with us?”

If you couldn’t think properly before, now you were absolutely brain-dead. Their expressions were so devious and their fangs dripped with hunger. A jolt went up your spine at the memory of David biting into you. One set of teeth had been enough to make you faint. What exactly could four sets do to you?

You were surrounded. With each passing moment, they pressed in more, pushing their perfect bodies against yours. You could hear their heavy breathing all around you. If you hadn’t bitten your lip, then you surely would have let out the most pathetic moan imaginable.

“Y-Yes, I did…~” you whimpered. Whether this was all real or not did not matter in the slightest. You just wanted them again. The lovers that kept you safe in the dark.

As if on cue, another scream came from the other side of the wall. One of the actors had successfully frightened a couple who had walked in, leading to intense shrieking. The sound startled you terribly, and out of reflex, you cowered into David. The others chuckled at your adorable display of fear.

“Awwww poor baby,” he cooed, lips right at your ear as he pulled you in closer. “Why don’t we take your mind off the scary stuff for a while~?”

Before you could even think to say anything, you heard the sounds of pants unzipping and belts jingling as they came undone. As much as you wanted to ask about the risk of strangers walking by and catching you in the act, all you could think about was how David was pressing kisses into your neck. Your legs felt like jelly. Loose and wiggly from the tingly sensations David made you feel.

Your eyes shut and your fingers found their way into his spiked hair as he grazed his tongue along your throat, tracing over your veins. He could have bitten you again if he truly wanted to, but if the bulge poking your thigh told you anything, it was that it was the last thing on his mind. One hand slipped up your shirt to toy with your body while the other still carefully held the only source of light in this pitch-black area.

“Y’know, the last time we took turns having fun with you, cutie,” Paul purred. His bracelets clanged together as he stroked himself slowly. “Maybe this time we should all get you at once~”

It would be a lie if you were to say the thought didn’t intimidate you a bit. Going one-by-one with four boys was one thing. Having sex with them all together was another. They must have sensed your fears because Dwayne spoke up while David gently kissed you.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll be good to you. Nothing you won’t be able to handle~”

“Yeah,” Marko agreed. He was touching himself just like Paul was, but his motions were sharp and fast, not slow and sensual. “We just can’t get enough of ya~”

A bashful smile crept onto your face, showing off how delighted you were to be praised. They had such a way with words. It only made you that much more eager for them. To show your enthusiasm for the idea, you spread your legs further apart and puffed out your chest, giving off your best bedroom eyes for them to stare into.

“Yes, please~”

David grinned wolfishly before pressing his lips back on yours. Your eyes fluttered and your cheeks warmed from the way he kissed you. Meanwhile, the boys were still stroking their cocks in their hands, softly moaning at the sight of their leader enjoying you. Wanting to make use of your hands more, you slid your fingers down the front of David’s shirt and over the button of his leather pants. You adored how he sighed into your kiss as you carefully helped undo the fabric and slip his cock free. It was so pleasurable feeling his desire for you in your hand.

You stroked him slowly, letting him enjoy your eager touch. It made you want to embrace him and never let go. Surely he felt the same way. You got such an answer when he flicked his lighter back down, snuffing out the flame before tossing it aside. Back in the shadows, you went, and you whimpered so helplessly as his free hand now wrapped around you tighter.

“No worries, little one. There’s no risk of getting caught with the light gone,” David explained in between greedy kisses.

Your ears picked up the softest sounds far more easily now. Marko, Dwayne, and Paul were shuffling around in the small space. If you hadn’t been so overwhelmed by David, you would have put a little more care into wondering just what they were doing. He must have read your mind because he pulled away for a moment to speak clearly.

“Let’s play a game. A guessing game, to be exact,” he whispered. His voice sounded deeper and his raspy tone was more noticeable. “I got to fuck that perfectly tight hole the last time you came by. I’ll let one of the others take a turn with it while the other two get to see what your hands can do. All you have to do is guess who’s inside of you before you cum~”

David’s cock throbbed in your hand, twitching from the pleasure you gave him. The others snickered with one another. Clearly, they were just as eager to play along. They only got more joy when you gasped softly. He swiftly flipped you around so that he was the one leaning back into the wall and you were out in the open. He was so fast. So controlling. You loved it.

“What about you, David?” you asked.

“Well as much as I love your lips on mine…..I wanna feel them stretch around my cock instead~” he said with a breathy laugh. It was like music in your ears.

Of course, you were happy to play along with such a game. No matter who was doing what to you, it would be immensely pleasurable for you. You smiled eagerly, hoping David could see you in this darkness. If your suspicions about what exactly he was were true, then it wouldn’t be a problem at all for him.

“Yes, David~”

“Mmmm. Good little human,” he praised. “Now bend over for me~”

You would have done so on your own, but a hand shot out from behind you and forced you forward. Now you were bent over perfectly, almost at an exact 90-degree angle. Snickering was traded between the boys as they went to work on you. In order to figure out just what was happening, you pulled your focus off their voices and put it on smaller cues.

Another zipper coming undone followed by clothes being pushed downward. That was the one who was going to take you. The dribbling of liquid. Probably that warming lube you loved so much last time.

You lost focus again when a pair of hands roughly tugged your pants and underwear downward. It left you feeling so exposed, even in darkness. Thankfully, those feelings were quickly replaced with pleasure, as new touches greeted your body.

Two thick, aching cocks slipped into each of your hands. Not too much of a difference between them other than the fact that one was cut and the other wasn’t.

Hmmm…I think Paul’s cock was uncut, you thought to yourself. You still remembered how wild and unhinged he was when you took each inch deep into your mouth. That was clue number one, but you still needed more.

“Brace yourself, baby,” David said to you. “You’re about to get a good, old-fashioned double-stuffing~”

You didn’t even get a second to process his words before such a promise was acted on. In the back, you felt a thick, lubed cock slip slowly into you from the back. The moment your mouth opened to moan out, David took the opportunity to fill it up too. All the boys were moaning from the sensations of your body, but David was by far the loudest. Thankfully, he thought to cover his mouth and muffle the sound with his leather glove.

So here you were. Filled on both ends of your body and used for pleasure with your hands. All while barely hidden in a pop-up haunt. God, the things you did for these boys. They were so mischievous with their fun, and here you were along for the ride.

You steadied yourself, calming down your nerves so you could focus. The first thing you did was start gently sucking on David’s cock, letting it move in and out at a decent pace. He seemed to relax against the wall, clearly satisfied with the work you were already putting in. You couldn’t help but smile with pride around him.

The hands wrapped around two of the other boys began to pump. It was a little odd, having a cock in each hand. But it was ultimately quite nice getting into a proper rhythm. It helped to hear sighs and moans in delight to let you know how well you were doing. If only you knew which of the boys were on each side of your body.

“Oooooh fuck, baby, that’s it~” David sighed. His hand found its way to the top of your head, guiding you to move as he wanted you to. You nuzzled against his touch, sighing in delight. David’s praise meant the world to you. It was like a high you didn’t want to stop chasing.

Three voices mixed with his own, intertwining with one another and flowing like a song. It was far different than last time, as each boy had quite the individual preferences in voicing their feelings. Each one liked to be heard and speak up, yet they were hiding their identities so perfectly. All you could hear were sounds of pleasure while you all fucked together.

Whoever was inside your greedy hole was moving at a sensual, deep pace. It was like he wanted you to feel every last inch at any given moment. It didn’t really seem like Marko’s preferred method, as you recalled a more teasing, playful style that he used with his mouth. That narrowed it down more.

If the two boys on either side had been touching you, it would be far easier to guess by their accessories. But they were far more clever than you gave them credit for. Neither one touched you, just rolling their hips to get more of your skilled hands. Whoever they were, you could feel precum dribbling from each of their cocks. You spread it across the tips and over the length, coating both for better work.

“Such a good little thing, aren’t you~?” David growled. His breath was shaky. “You’re so incredible at this. It’s like we’re made for each other~”

It was silly to you that they were all using you like a sex toy, yet the more romantic words David used were what got your heart racing the most. They just meant so much to you. Even with all these thoughts of monsters and the terrifying nature of the dark, they made you feel appreciated. Safe. Cared for. It made you that much more determined to put in the work to please them all.

Your own noises were getting louder and louder. With all of your will, you did your best to hold back a bit, not wanting to get caught by anyone who could be nearby. It was quite the challenge with one of your lovers hitting just the right spot over and over and over again. You were getting closer now, speeding towards that climax you knew only they could give you. All that you wanted was to have the right name to scream out.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” David encouraged you. “Listen. Feel. Don’t overthink your pretty little head, just use your senses. You got this~”

He was right. You could focus all your attention on the man who was so deep inside you. The darkness was there to make you feel stronger, not weaker.

Your ear caught the sound of a small rattling, like a thin piece of jewelry hitting something over and over again. It wasn't jangly and loud like their bracelets.

And then it hit you. Literally. A small part of it brushed against your ass when your lover bent over further to fuck you harder. It was a brief moment, but it made you realize what it was and who it belonged to.

A body chain. The one Dwayne had draped over his chest. Now you didn't have to hold back.

"DWAYNE~!" you cried out, pushing yourself back onto him. "I know it's you back there, Dwayne! P-Please…oh fuck…please cum inside me~"

Fueled by your noises, your lovers moved faster now. David was fucking your throat like a man possessed while Marko and Paul thrust eagerly. That left Dwayne to get you closer and closer, his cock shoved in as deep as it would go.

You panted and sighed, no longer fearing the idea of getting caught. All that was on your mind was chasing that climax. Almost. Almost!

"A-Aaahh~!!! Fuck!!"

There you go.

Your body tensed and you bit your lip to fight back the whorish scream that you almost let loose. The pleasure was hitting you like the mightiest waves in the ocean. You were drowning in dopamine.

The boys followed you closely, all cumming within seconds of one another. David held your head down all the way down to the base, his seed painting the back of your throat. Paul and Marko stained your fingers, making them warm and sticky. Dwayne gripped your hips firmly as he kept his cock inside you. You were overwhelmed with warmth as he filled you to the brim.

God, you really made the right call finding them again.

It took a little while for all five of you to settle down. With heaving breaths, you managed to free yourself from them. You felt quite dirty now. Thankfully, they took care of you as they did the other night, cleaning you up and getting you dressed again. Having them gently wipe the fluids from your body and help button your pants again was rather sweet.

Plus, the forehead kiss you got from David was an especially nice touch.

When all of you were presentable, he held out an arm for you to take. You couldn't see his face, but his voice was all you needed.

"Hang on tight to me. We'll get you out of here safe and sound"

David was entirely true to his word, holding you close on his arm as he moved you forward. The others acted as bodyguards, shielding you from danger or jump scares up until you got to the exit.

Though the sky was dark, the illumination of boardwalk lights greeted you on the outside of the haunt. You had done it again. Safe and sound outside.

"Thank you, boys. I really-"

Your voice cut out when you turned to look at David. He was human. Or rather, human-looking. No longer were his teeth long and sharp and his eyes an inhuman shade of yellow. His skull was normal, showing soft features and cheeks with slight baby fat in them.

He was a normal guy now. A guy with beautiful, blue eyes.

“Hi~” was all he said. The smirk on his face was no longer intimidating. Just playful and boyish.

“H-Hi,” you returned the greeting.

The surprise went on as the others stepped to the side of their leader, showing off their own, human appearances. You knew they were good-looking guys even with their monster features, but seeing them like this allowed you to recognize how truly beautiful they all were. It made you blush to know that such stunning men had just ravaged you in the dark.

“I’m sure you have quite a few questions for us about what we are,” David simply said. The others nodded, smiling at you. They seemed happy to see you react so well to their big reveal.

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” you replied. There were millions of questions going through your head. “Are all monsters real? Are there more of you? Why did you go through the haunt with your vampire faces? Why did you…um….have fun with me?”

The boys chuckled. It seemed like this was the first time someone actually asked about them rather than scream and run away in fright. That was the last thing you wanted to do. Now more than ever you just wanted to be with them. They pulled you in deeper, and you weren’t scared at all.

“We actually don’t really know if there are other creatures out there,” Dwayne answered first.

“There are tons of us, but we’re our own pack. No other vampires mess with us,” Paul added.

“It’s easy to blend in and hunt when you’re among other monsters in a place like this. After all, you certainly thought we were just actors, didn’t ya?” Marko said with a wink.

David stepped closer to you, reaching out a gloved hand to touch you. It was just like the last time, all sweet touches and soft expressions. You sighed as you gazed into those eyes. Blue or yellow, you never wanted to look away.

“We were enchanted by you, darling human,” David purred. “You were just far too cute and we wanted to give you a good time. You certainly did that for us~”

“So…now what…?” you asked. What did one do after learning that vampires are a very real thing and that they like you enough to fuck your brains out? David must have sensed your uncertainty because he took your hand in his, soothing you with the touch of leather.

“First thing first. We owe you a nice dinner out since you correctly guessed who was taking that cute body of yours from behind~"

Sure enough, Dwayne winked at you, signaling that you did right by crying out his name. Your flushed face only heated up more.

"We wanna get to know you a bit better. You're one of us now after all"

You smiled sweetly, feeling really good about yourself and what you had going with them. All this time you were frightened of what could grab you in the dark. Now you saw that the monsters were actually quite nice.

With your hands now wrapped around David's arm, you let him take the lead down the path of the boardwalk. He nuzzled you and kissed your forehead once more before leading the way.

He was right, you thought to yourself. There's no need to be scared of the dark.

#the lost boys #tlb #writing request #gender neutral reader #reader insert #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #my fic #Nsft #Smut

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babyboiboyega · 1 year

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Deep End (Matt Murdock x gn!Reader)

Content: major character death, angst, profanity, mentions of blood

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Y’all remember that heartbreaking, angsty Matt Murdock oneshot I mentioned like 2-3 days ago?? Here ya go!

I’ve been in bed for the last three days with COVID (after evading it for three years, it finally got to me), and you’d think I would take all of this downtime to write. The exact opposite, actually. BUT I had enough energy to pump this out, so y’all better not let this flop.

I’m just kidding, I sincerely hope y’all enjoy this! I appreciate any constructive criticism and/or comments!

Stay safe, y’all!

*italics: flashbacks

A storm had rolled over Hell’s Kitchen, and it was intent on staying. One might have thought that the heavy beating the city took from the rain would keep the darkest of humans and criminals from venturing outside, their minds set on causing fear and chaos; if anything, the rain, thunder, and lightning provided only a cover for the indiscriminate ruthlessness that took over the city at night.

Unfortunately for those who committed any vile acts, The Devil had no problem venturing outside when it rained, as it only provided an extra distraction for those he hunted.

It didn’t work as well when he, himself, was also distracted; and tonight, he was possibly the most distracted he had ever been, and he had paid for it in a few ways.

The shallow cut on his side stung as he ran and leapt across darkened rooftops. His back throbbed from where a lowlife had managed to clip him with a metal bat… all because he had gotten distracted at the sound of his phone ringing.

He had gotten distracted…by his phone ringing.

But it hadn’t just been any instance of his phone ringing; the ringtone that had permeated the sounds of fighting around him was the one he had assigned specifically to you. It hadn’t been the first time you had called him during his “nightly duties”; but it was different this time around.

The second your ringtone had reached his ears, he had fumbled for a split second as the memories of the last time you two had spoken raced through his mind, the word ‘spoken’ being an understatement for the argument you two had had.

“I did what I had to do. It was either you or him, and I made the call- and I’d do it again.”

One of Matt’s fists clenched while the other hand raised and rubbed at his face roughly in an attempt to…calm himself? His helmet lay on its side from where he had carelessly dropped it onto the table in frustration.

Your name left his mouth in a sound that closely resembled an exhausted sigh mixed with a growl. Your chest tightened at the idea that your presence, which he had at one point enjoyed, now caused him nothing but exhaustion and frustration. How did you two get here?

“That wasn’t your call to make, damn it! You killed-'' His unseeing eyes closed as he took a deep, shuddering breath. “You went too far tonight, and you don’t even seem to care. You put yourself in danger tonight doing something reckless, and you don’t seem to care.”

The sudden rush of anger that seized your body surprised even you, but as you spoke quickly and without hesitation, you could see Matt’s jaw clench in retaliation.

“You’re a goddamn hypocrite, Matt. That’s all you do; you go out every night, not caring what condition you’re in, risking yourself and being reckless.”

“Yeah, well when I’m reckless, at least I’m helping people.”

He couldn’t stop the heavy sigh that wracked his body as his feet landed on yet another rooftop that brought him closer to his apartment, yet his footsteps stopped as his thoughts caught up to him. In fact, they only grew more resilient as he slowed down.

His tongue darted out, gathering rain water and the taste of copper off of his lips before pulling out his phone. He took a few steps until he was under a small awning, leaning tiredly against the brick wall as his hand fiddled with the burner phone.

His words were sharp, slicing through the atmosphere of confrontation and turning it into one of stone-cold silence.

Your chest rose and fell heavily, and it wasn’t hard to miss that his chest did the same. Taking in the way his body was closed off, you made the decision there that the conversation was over. There was nothing else to say, as there had already been plenty said. But you couldn’t stop your final words from lashing out; a last attempt to make him feel how you felt.

“Fuck you, Murdock. You and your pointless mission. You can’t help everyone, and I won’t be there when you finally realize that.”

Matt could remember just standing there, listening to your pounding heart and heavy steps as you walked out of his apartment. He remembered listening to your heart, it fading the further you walked from his building until he couldn’t hear it anymore. He remembered denying the way his own heart had thudded painfully in his chest when he couldn’t hear yours anymore.

But he also remembered the feeling of anger and frustration that had taken hold of his body that night, causing him to say words that seemed necessary in the moment, but were clearly counteractive. That same frustration had resulted in him not reaching out to you for almost two weeks, something he was surprised he was able to do.

He had had this idea that you would reach out to him when you were ready; after all, he had said those hurtful words that night while you had only spoken the truth, albeit, in a rather brutal way. Every day he had wanted to reach out to you, but he also knew that if had reached out to you only for you to turn him away, he quite literally wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

But tonight, you had called him…and he hadn’t answered because he was too busy doing the exact thing that played a factor in your argument. And then, not only did he wait to call back, he also held back from listening to the voicemail you had undoubtedly left, signaled by the extra chime that came from his phone. Every bit of his hesitation came from his own self-sabotaging tendencies, as he was convinced that your call had just been an accident of some sort.

But then there was a small, yet persistent voice in his mind pointing out that maybe - just maybe - you needed his help, and the thought of not being there was enough to push his own shame and guilt aside.

So now here he was, pressing the designated number that he knew was assigned to your name. He hadn’t noticed at first, but as the ringtone sounded, he found himself holding his breath and waiting for one of two things: your voicemail or your voice.

His eyes closed in resignation as the automated voicemail rang out. Admittedly, it made his chest constrict in guilt; but whether or not he’d be going home with more guilt would depend on the voicemail you had sent him. It only took the pressing of a button or two, and then your voice was in his ear…and almost immediately, he was pushing off of the brick wall behind him in alarm, his heart speeding up.

“Matt, it’s…it’s me- shit-”

Your words broke off and he could hear you take a deep, shuddering breath. A grunt sounded out, in your voice, but it seemed to be distanced from the phone, almost as if you had pulled the phone away. The next time you spoke, your voice was clear, but to his dismay, still shaky.

“I know you’re pissed at me, but…I need your help. I…” A noise that sounded close to a repressed cry shook him to his core as it came through the speaker. “I fucked up. It was a setup- the whole thing was a trap.”

“Tell me where you are. Come on…” Matt found himself speaking into the phone as if it were a live call, his own voice shaking in anxiety.

“I’m near 49th a-and 11th. I know I made you mad, but please, Matt I…I need help.”

He had already taken off, his legs pumping as hard and as fast as they could in the direction of the location you had given him. The echoes of your voice growing weaker and more breathy towards the end of the voicemail spurred him on as he bounded across buildings, sliding under and jumping over anything that was in his way.

He wouldn’t let himself think of the fact that the voicemail he had just listened to had been sent at least 15 minutes ago; the voicemail he had put off listening to because of his hesitancy. Matt couldn’t let himself entertain the thought that you were now in a threatening position…all because of his hesitancy.

His lips moved soundlessly as he ran, sending prayer after prayer that he’d find you in time and that you’d be okay. His mind simultaneously worked on keeping the devil at bay as it snarled, thrashing against the very restraints that kept it at bay for a chance to go after the bastards who had hurt you.

Though the second his feet landed on the corner of 49th and 11th, all of those thoughts quieted. Almost anyone could have surprised him from how focused he was on listening for any sign of you, but as he picked up the sounds of your soft grunts of pain, no one could have stopped him from getting to you.

You were in a wide alley, propped against the grimey, brick wall of one of the buildings that surrounded it. The scent of blood was strong enough for him to smell over the various disgusting, unknown scents that blanketed the alley, and that realization alone was almost enough to bring him to his knees. But it wasn’t what brought him to his knees; it was the sound of your quick and raspy gasps coming from the middle of the alley.

His feet quickly took him to where your body was before he dropped to his knees, not caring about the tiny bits of rock and trash he kneeled on. Your name escaped his mouth quietly and then he was reaching for you. Despite your efforts being weak and clumsy, you still tried to push his hands away. In your disoriented mind, the hands didn’t belong to the one person you so desperately wanted to see in the moment; they belonged to the people who had put you in this position; they belonged to the people who had spilled your very life onto the dirty ground around you in a random alley.

“Sweetheart, it’s me, it’s Matt.”

“Matt?”

It took a few seconds, but as your brain registered Matt’s voice, your weak efforts stilled. Your hands fell limply to your lap as your eyes sought out his face in the darkened alley.

Your voice was unrecognizable, but you didn’t have the awareness to be worried about it. Matt, however, was perfectly aware, and it threatened to break him right there.

He couldn’t let it show through his voice, but the terror wracking through his body made him shake. His hand that pressed against the steady flow of blood from your torso shook, as well as the hand that rested against the clammy skin of your cheek. If you were more aware, you’d be able to hear the tremor in his voice as he spoke.

“Yeah, I’m here, I’m gonna get you some help, okay? Just…just stay awake for me, can you do that?”

At his words, your head lolled into his palm. He couldn’t see it, but despite the haziness in your gaze, your eyes held the guilt you had been feeling since the last time you had spoken to each other. It was a struggle to do so, your breath hitching every time you tried to speak, but you pushed the words out; you needed him to hear you.

“Matt, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about what I said, I’m sorry about tonight. I just wanted to help, that’s all I ever wanted to do.”

While you spoke, Matt worked on pulling out his burner phone and dialing 911, quickly uttering your location to the dispatcher. His fingers slipped slightly from the blood- from your blood that coated his hand; it all threatened to make him sick.

“You don’t have to say sorry, sweetheart; it wasn’t your fault. None of this was your fault. Save your strength.”

The corner of your mouth lifted into a combination of a smile and a grimace, not having enough energy to fully make it into the former. Your vision continued to wane, but you could still see the barely concealed panic on his now completely exposed face. You hadn’t even seen him take off his mask.

“I’m not, Matt. I’m…not making it out of this.”

It hurt to say the words, both physically and emotionally; coming to terms with your own death wasn’t easy in the slightest, but Matt’s presence made it bearable. You couldn’t even feel the agonizing pain that had been wracking your body only minutes ago.

Matt’s head shook quickly, his wet hair shaking violently along with his movements.

“Hey, don’t say that. You’re going to be okay- you have to be okay. I just need you to take it easy. Focus on me and focus on keeping your eyes open- hey. Hey! No, no, no…”

Your lips parted to respond, but instead of words coming out, a violent cough seized your body. You could taste copper on the back of your tongue, and it almost seemed as if something heavy was pressing down on your chest, making it harder to breathe.

Your eyes had slipped shut without you even noticing, and they only opened after Matt tilted your head towards his, desperately calling your name. When he spoke, his voice was softer; resigned; full of a sorrow that permeated the numbness of your subconscious and made tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it- any of what I said. You do help people- you’ve helped so many people. Please, just keep your eyes open. The ambulance is on its way.”

His words reassured you while simultaneously getting rid of the very small shred of hope you had unknowingly been holding onto that you’d make it out of this alley. There wasn’t an ounce of anger in your body directed at Matt, though. If anything, the last emotion you felt as it grew increasingly difficult to draw in your next breath was a mixture of gratefulness and a bittersweet sorrow.

You knew that this ending was predictable, especially when it came to you two and your professions; but never did you think you’d end up in this position. Call it blissful ignorance or denial, but you never saw either of you in this moment. But now that it was here, you couldn’t find enough energy to be upset about it.

“I’m sorry I won’t be there, Matt. Promise me… p-promise me. You’ll…keep…the city…”

He couldn’t have stopped his tears if he wanted to. Your words grew increasingly slurred, and there was a sound deep in your chest he could hear; one that would forever plague his nightmares. The sound was a haunting sign of the inevitable, as was the feeling of your body going completely limp in his arms.

With a choked sob, he pulled your body until you rested against his chest. His mask lay discarded and forgotten behind him, even as the sound of sirens grew closer. He didn’t care.

His tears mixed with rainwater and your blood as they fell on your skin. His head rested against the top of yours as his pleas and apologies fell on ears that couldn’t hear them anymore.

The city had taken so much away from him throughout his life, and with every loss, he was closer to going off of the deep end. Throughout the hardest moments, you had been there; the barrier that not only stopped him from doing so but also encouraged him to walk away from that deep end. But you weren’t there anymore; that barrier wasn’t there anymore.

Throwing his head back, Matthew Murdock let out every single ounce of pain and anger he had held back throughout his years of serving this god-forsaken city…and then he stepped off of the deep end.

I hope y’all enjoyed this! Let me know if it made you cry, made you mad, made you feel anything!

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blackwolfstabs · 7 months

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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 6

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Tara listens to her sister and mother fight… again, but when things get reckless, she intervenes.

Tara - age 11 Sam - age 17 references from my day 3: punishment

Tara sat at the top of the staircase, knees up to her chest with her arms crossed on top, listening to her sister and her mother argue in the kitchen. She should be used to it by now, but she never could shake the anxiety in her chest or the race of her heart. It wasn’t that she feared the shouting or the insults or the aggression her mother showed, as much of a stranger as that made her seem. She was scared that their mother would throw Sam out of the house. The more they fought, the more venomous their words became, and that scared Tara to no end. She couldn’t stay alone with her mother if Sam was kicked out. She just couldn’t. And so, whenever they’d fight, she’d sit somewhere she could hear what was happening. She had already decided that if that threat was made, she would get herself involved.

Over her dead body would anyone take her Sammy away. She didn’t care what she’s done, she was still her sister. She was still her number 1.

“How about an apology for all the shit you’ve put me through?!” Christina shouted.

Then Sam returned with a hot tone, “Me? Me, have an apology? You lie to me for years, drive Dad out, get wasted every night, and then take it out on me and Tara! Where’s my apology? Why am I supposed to apologize?”

“Look at what you’re doing, Samantha!” was the offended reply.

Tara could hear her mother’s hand slap the countertop.

“At least I take my shit somewhere else! I don’t sit here and abuse you or Tara for it! She doesn’t deserve that!” Her older sister spat. “You're a mother, so act like it! Get some damn perspective!”

Tara could only imagine the expression that had just come over their parent’s face at those words.

One more moment of tense silence, and then… “How did you become such a fucking brat?”

Christina’s voice had dropped low, making an icy shiver run down the listener’s spine.

“It’s not ‘how?’, you’ve got that figured out, it’s ‘why?’” Sam’s voice had dropped too, but she sounded more disappointed than offended. “Look in the mirror and you’ll find the answer.”

Tara held her breath.

“How dare you—?”

“No, how dare you?!” Sam started yelling again. “When did you think it was okay to give up on your family, your children?! It’s your fault!”

“Samantha Carpenter!”

“No!” she cut her off. “You don’t seem to get it, so let me spell it out for you! I am not responsible for who you loved and how you loved, and neither is Tara! Stop treating us like it!” She didn’t pause to accept any feedback. “You think getting wasted is going to fix it? You think this is going to fix it?!”

Tara jumped with a small yelp that had her slapping her hand over her mouth as the sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the house. She knew Sam had just thrown a wine glass. Something bad was about to happen, she could feel it. And she feared it would leave her alone forever…

“How am I supposed to tell Tara you’ve changed your mind?!” Her older sister screamed, holding a different emotion than anger. She almost sounded like she was about to cry.

Her mother only replied, “You’re just like your father!”

“Maybe. But right now, you’re being more of a devil than he was.”

Devil? The youngest member of the household felt her chest start to burn that led to fresh tears coming into her eyes. Their father wasn’t a devil… Why would she even say that? Sam loved their father, how could she call him such a horrible thing?

All was silent, and for a moment, Tara thought about going downstairs to see what the kitchen looked like now. But then she went cold.

“Go ahead,” she heard Sam dare. “Hit me.”

More silence, but Tara’s heart dropped. ‘Don’t.’

“If you hate me that much, then do it! Hit me!”

‘Don’t do it. Please, Mom, don’t hit her.’ She braced her spine against the wall, biting her lip in anticipation for what might or might not happen.

“You’ve already done it before! Remember last year? When you beat me with a belt in the garage?” Her sister raved on, “So, come on! Hit me! ‘Cause you can’t hurt me anymore than the truth did.”

She had hit her before? Beat her? At that point, Tara couldn’t wait any longer. She bolted from her place and ran down the stairs, nearly skidding as she navigated to the kitchen. “No, don’t hit her!” She got both of their attention, which they seemed taken aback that she had been listening in on their argument. But who couldn’t? They were screaming at each other. She desperately looked at her mother, “I don’t mind if you drink!” Then she looked over at Sam, “I don’t mind if you go out!” Her tears became thicker as her voice started to crack, looking back to her mother, “But please, don’t hit her!”

Christina glared at her. “Tara, go to your room,” she ordered, “This doesn’t concern you.”

Her youngest daughter whimpered, hesitating as she looked over at her sister again. Part of her wanted to obey so she wouldn’t have to be yelled at, but the other part wanted to stay. She didn’t want Sam to be hit or verbally abused anymore. “It’s not fair, Mom…” Now, she began to cry.

Her parent sighed. “None of this is fair, Tara. Life’s not fair.”

Then, Sam snapped, her voice dropping as she stared at the older. “Yeah, but she doesn’t deserve this,” she growled.

“You, keep your mouth shut!”

But she ignored her, softening her demeanor enough to go to Tara. She pulled her in close as her little sister broke down in a small sob. “Shh, it’s okay,” she spoke softly as she stroked her hair. “Just go to your room, it’s okay.”

“Oh, don’t make me out to be the bad guy!” Christina barked, “She’s not a baby, Samantha, don’t pacify her! She needs to grow up at some point.”

“She needs a mother who will be there for her, instead of getting too drunk to even remember she has a daughter!”

Their mother’s eyes went dark and her jaw clenched. If looks could kill, Sam would be gone in a heartbeat. “Get out of this house,” she demanded.

Tara felt her sister stiffen against her.

“I don’t want to see you anymore,” she finished coldly.

And that’s when she lost it. “No!” Tara grabbed onto Sam’s shirt and clung to it as she blinked up at her. “Don’t leave!” she pleaded. “Don’t! Please, Sammy!” But Sam just stared at their mother, which made her turn her face to her as well. “I’ll go to my room, Mom! I will! Just please don’t kick her out!”

Christina scoffed. “I’m not kicking her out,” she assured, but her eyes were like daggers as she held her eldest daughter’s fiery gaze, “I just want her out of the house for a few hours.” She moved forward and grabbed her youngest child, tearing her away from Sam. “Let her go, Tara!”

The strength of her grip pinched Tara’s arms as she reluctantly was forced away. Her mother then trapped her to keep her from running back. “You’ll come back, right?” she whimpered, tears running down her face for the fear that she wouldn’t.

Samantha took a step forward, never breaking away from the stare she put on her mother. “If I find out you hurt her in any way,” she warned, everything from her demeanor to her voice resembling the one person that gave her such a dangerous reputation, “You’ll see just how much I really am like him.”

Christina didn’t seem fazed. “She’s my daughter. I’ll deal with her the way I see fit,” she replied.

“Your daughter. Remember that.”

Tara didn’t understand, but she didn’t care. She squirmed a little in her mother’s hold, but to no avail, for the grip just grew tighter. “Y-you both just need some time…” She exchanged glances with both of them. “To calm down… a-and apologize… Right?”

Her mother just sighed, but Tara could see the trembling of her sister’s jaw and the tears glossing over her eyes as she refused to look at her.

Sam inhaled shakily, and the heartbreak could be read clear on her face as she answered. “We’re out of time.”

That haunted Tara. Terribly. A cold, empty feeling drowned her. “S-Sammy?”

But her Sammy couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the desperation on her baby sister’s tear-stricken face.

Time… So much time…

Lived.

Divided.

Destroyed.

Lost.

She turned around and led herself out the front door, slamming it on everything they once were. Happy. Innocent. Beautiful. Connected.

All of that was gone. And they were out of time to try and make it right again.

today's been kind of rough, so this isn't my best work, but I think it's decent enough.

All my best! ♡ - parker

#scream #scream v #scream vi #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #christina carpenter #30 day writing challenge #time #AU: The Way I Am

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truly-quirkless · 3 months

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Twenty Day Challenge - Day Fifteen

Type: Suggestive. Timeline: Post-summer camp arc. Location: Yagi and Fin's shared dorm at U. A..

Another short but sweet one.

It had been a quiet day..and an even quieter night. Yagi had finally been released fully from his bandages and his sling- a massive load off his shoulders. Hopefully, now, his colleagues and students wouldn't treat him as something like glass...but, admittedly, his strength was anything but formidable, now.

"...Fin....there's something I've been meaning to give you for a bit, now." He'd caught their attention. He could see them perking up slightly, confusion lacing those hazel hues he knew so well. He tried to school his expression- keeping it calm and collected as he pulled a piece of paper out of his suit jacket- sliding it cautiously across the small table.

He could just about see Fin's expression slowly changing, reading over the document he'd placed before their eyes. They glanced up- as if to ask if he was serious- receiving a faint nod to their unspoken question. Yagi pulled a pen from his pocket- and quietly placed it beside the document.

"...ar-e you...really sure?" Their voice was quiet, even as they reached for the pen.

"...of course I am." He hadn't just been saying things on I-Island, after all. "...this'll just make it legal." Instead of the two being married only in metaphors... The small scratching sounds of paper and pen filled the dorm room for a few moments- before Fin slid the paper back.

Finley Well.

He would have to wait for the ink to dry- but the sight brought a slightly-brighter smile to the blond's face.

"...I guess we should celebrate, then...after all, tonight's our wedding night." He stood from the table long enough to grab some cheese and a bottle of wine- popping the top off with a small grin. "And we can seal the deal later...~" His voice had dropped an octave, watching as Fin's face quickly started to go pink. Heh...they were so easy to fluster.

"That's for later, though. For now.." He poured them a glass, unable to wipe the smile off his face. "...let's just enjoy." And chat...but he knew the longer he waited, the more flustered Fin would get- all part of the plan... It was a purposeful touch of the shoulder, leaning just a little too close when the two finally got up to make soup- breathing so close to their ear, his voice lowering every now and again to keep the suspense up...

He couldn't help it.

After all, tonight would become their anniversary.

#Through the night/I face the fears for those who couldn’t fight || Writings #When you’re close to breakin’/Let me be your haven tonight || Cracked Facades #Writer's Yearly Challenge || 2024 #Together we run/Til we see the morning light || Queue #suggestive #//so tired hmng #//but this is p much how the two's 'wedding' went XD #//just signing a paper that Yagi'd turn in later and...#//maybe a few other activities #//one day I'll gather the courage to write an N.SFW piece of these two on my own #//for now...I am too nervous XD

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truly-quirkless-a · 4 months

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Type: Drabble/Lore Timeline: End of MHA S1, directly after this writing. Location: The U.S.J.

WARNINGS FOR: Blood, injuries, broken bones. You know- the works at the end of S1 of MHA.

There were so many.- None of the villains were powerful, not on their own, but Fin was in a tidal wave of them. Aizawa had created a pocket around himself that was enemy-free. None were willing to come too close for fear of what the Hero would do next. It would seem he had his horde well under control...

They took in a sharp breath, abruptly spinning as their body twisted. They could feel the strain as muscles in their chest were pulled. Their nerves were screaming. All they could focus on was the slash of metal through flesh.

Take them down.

They slammed into someone's back. Their knife flashed through the air. Another moment, and it was embedded.

"GYA-!" Fin was already jumping away. They smacked head-first into another villain. The force of the blow sent the villain tumbling back with a roar. They had to get to the Ruins Zone.--- Hazel eyes snapped up from the thrall.

Step back. Two villains slammed into each other, tumbling Fin's way. They jumped at the last second, shoes smacking into backs. They were catapulted into the air. No time to waste.- Aizawa could handle his enemies, they had no doubt.

ZZZZZZZZZ-KTNG-

Their knife fell from their hand. The bullet that had been shot their way crashed just to Fin's left. Their heart was thudding in their chest.

"...so annoying..." A voice- scratchy. They didn't have time to focus. They could feel each body reacting faster and faster with each running step. More of the villains were aware they were coming-

They abruptly changed directions as hands got too close. Fin kicked one's face. There was an abrupt scrunch, crimson spraying into the air. No time to think about it. They jumped at the next- slammed. One of the villains had a knife, thank God...

"What th-?! HEY!"

The handle was slippery.

KSCHK-

"AHG-!"

No time to think.

No time to spare.

They were close.

The Ruins Zone was looming.

They could see smoke rising from one of the buildings.

They wouldn't make it- but they could see one of the more precarious buildings. If they could hit it, even from a distance-!

They dove into a spin, kicking out to knock the remaining villains out of the path. The knife they'd stolen sliced through the air. Please, make it-

Ktng...

Crk...

Hk...

The weak corner began to crumble. In moments, smaller fragments of brick began to rain down. It wouldn't be long. The villains who had begun to close in turned their attention to the building. It was easily ten stories tall- the knife embedded in the corner disappeared as the material shattered.

The entire ruin was coming down.

"RUN!"

"OH MY GOD-!"

Fin didn't listen. They dashed to the left. The villains were fleeing in every direction. The building was coming. C'mon--! They sped up, jumping at the last moment as a painfully loud crash and boom echoed in everyone's ears. Dust and debris flew outward from the destroyed ruin. Several pieces smacked Fin as they came down.

They could feel pain exploding across their body, various smaller rocks instantly snapping bruises into existence, a few cutting their skin. The screams and cries of the villains were quickly dying out as the dust blew over the space. If they were right, it wasn't tall enough to reach the main fountain- but hopefully, it had cleared some of Aizawa's opponents.

They pulled themself clear from the wreckage as it settled.

"What-- what the fuck--??" One of the villains was looking at the shattered remains of Fin's work, eyes flipping between the brunet and the destruction caused.

Their mouth opened slightly...but nothing came out.

Get out of my home.

The villain turned and fled...but they knew there would be many more who weren't put off. They had to get back to Aizawa. Had to find the kids...

"I'll kill you, brat!"

"...I'm not...a damn....child...!" Their lungs were blazing. Each breath was somewhere between a heave and a split-second gasp. They were beginning to shake. They didn't wait- they took off.

[]

He had to keep up that smile. It took everything in him to just run. Nezu's lecture had thankfully come to an end- and now, All Might had the time. Even if it burned in every cell in his body, he didn't care. The feeling like salt in his veins from his wrist outward had him bolting. Something was wrong. He trusted Thirteen and Aizawa- but the pain... The sinking sensation--- he couldn't just sit back.

"All Might!" Young Ida--?! He came to a stop as the teen did, the blow of each's wind current crashing into each other. Dust and small rocks clattered against each other as Ida tried to explain, his engines rumbling in the background. "---The U. S. J., sir! Villains have broken into the U. S. J., everyone-"

"-Then it's a good thing I am here!" He had to keep himself in check. Even as he felt the start of adrenaline in his veins, eyes flashing with dangerous intent.

If they hurt anyone there...

"Let's go, young Ida!"

He wasn't going to focus on that. No- he was just going to focus on making it to the center before anything else went wrong.

Hang in there....

"Yes sir!"

[]

"Ah, Eraser Head~....and...some random Hero...." Finally, they'd gotten close enough to the weird dude.- They could see all of his hands quite clearly. He'd even gone so far as to scratch at his neck, just above the hands that clung to his throat. "....eh...maybe you'll just be a little extra EXP..." His voice was definitely scratchy and mostly unused- and while he had the depth of an adult, his words somehow..felt far more childish. Like someone who'd spent their life playing games was just playing another- thrown into a new scenario he'd inevitably succeed in if he tried enough times.

The giant monster behind him, however, had more of Fin's attention. It was just standing there, dull yellow eyes rolling mindlessly in its sockets. It stood tall- probably even slightly taller than All Might. Its skin was an almost obsidian-black, just slightly, faintly blue..or perhaps purple. It had a massive maw, akin to a shark's, coated in twin rows of razor-sharp, marred, yellow teeth. There were a few scars on its skin, but thankfully...it had the decency to wear some incredibly ratty pants.

Aizawa had been pushed close to the edge of the Shipwreck Zone... Fin could barely see the kids swimming in the water, out of the corner of their eye.

Get out of here.

"Surprised you think I'm worth that much, kid."

"I am not the child here..." Hm...it wasn't that hard to get a rise out of the villain, it'd seem. They weren't sure if they'd call it luck that he had a similar nerve. "...I've grown tired of this game...if the main boss isn't here, what's the point in trying?...."

"Fin. Stay back." Aizawa's voice was quiet as he moved a hand between Fin and the blue-haired enemy. His eyes never deviated, but they could only guess. The same thought had crossed their mind on the way back.

If I die...

They'd gotten lost, somewhere in the fight- stopped thinking about the slowly-rising pain in their Words. They didn't take a step back, eyes still narrowed dangerously. They didn't have a knife, now. Maybe they could use those hands if they got one, or startle the big guy...but the giant was just grinning as dopily as it had at the start.

Or perhaps, that wasn't a grin.

They couldn't afford to die.- As much as they wanted to fight, as much as their mind screamed to keep going...their body was starting to protest. They were still heaving for air, hazel hues locked on their main targets. But with each moment, each breath was becoming steadily more painful.

"...really...needa work out,..more..." Fin hissed. Aizawa's scarf was beginning to expand again. The blue-haired male was outstretching his arms, hands flexing. The two were going to attack each other. The big guy was way above Fin's paygrade, but...he wasn't even moving.

"It'll be an honor, Eraser Head...!" And the two were rushing at each other without a second thought. The scarf expanded, the blue-haired guy laughed--- and the big thing moved.

It was just a split-second- probably even faster- but in the time it took Aizawa and the blue one to reach each other, it had only blinked...and when Aizawa suddenly slammed one of the other's hands away, going to elbow him in the ribs- his scarf ready to attack- the thing had disappeared.

"...what the Hell...?"

They'd talked of killing All Might. There had to have been a plan-...this thing must've been it.

Weaken him with an army...and then kill him with the brute.-- The brute reappeared exactly where it had been before, but now...the blue one had a hand on Aizawa's left elbow.

"...it was hard to spot when you were jumping around, but I've found your tell. It's your hair." The villain's voice had gone quiet. Fin could only just make it out, their ears beginning to ring as a wave of wind snapped out from the scene. It smacked into them. They stumbled several feet back from the sheer pressure. "When it drops, it means you've stopped using your Quirk." Aizawa's elbow was starting to turn gray. Or at least, the cloth around it was.

"You're having to blink more often." Aizawa flinched. "Don't push yourself too hard, now....you might just fall apart. Wouldn't that be a shame?" So that was his Quirk. Even as the blue-haired villain spoke, the fabric around Aizawa's elbow gave way. He didn't make a sound as his skin began to fracture and crumble, revealing the bloody muscle underneath.

How could they help? Assuming that Quirk of the other's extended to both hands, they couldn't get too close- they'd die.

Did that matter?- They couldn't just stand back. They wouldn't. To Hell with 'what if I die', they couldn't watch this a second longer.- Aizawa grunted, managing to punch the villain back- just enough to free his elbow. He jumped back. Villains instantly started towards him- the few that still remained standing after Fin's stunt.

GET AWAY FROM HIM.

Their teeth ground together as they vaulted at the villains. The first to leap towards Aizawa received a punch to the face, knocking him flat. The second got a jumping Fin landing on her chest- only to smack backwards into a third.

"Damn..." The blue haired male growled. "....that annoying Quirk of his isn't suited for long, drawn-out fights with big groups...but if he didn't have the help...!"

"Fin,....run."

"...don't you...fucking tell me...what I should do..." If they ran, they'd never be able to live with themself. Whether Aizawa lived or not. The raven-haired Hero was panting for breath, sweat dripping from his face as Fin slowly stood back up. "....I'd have nightmares...for the rest...of my damn life...!"

"You're both clearly outnumbered...you stood so little chance of winning, and yet, you didn't hesitate to jump into the middle of this fight." They'd personally say they didn't have a choice, but at this point...they weren't going to flee. "To put your students at ease..."

A villain was laughing. Footsteps- Fin dodged to the right, Aizawa to the left. Several razor-sharp looking blades sliced into the red ground as the two just barely avoided turning into sushi.

Each breath was Hell- they were running low on stamina. And they weren't anywhere near as injured as Aizawa, who was quite actively cradling his wounded elbow between attacks. The two managed to get the current villains off their backs, together- slamming the last few into each other and knocking them out. They spun as a unit back towards the leader. Aizawa's hair was back up, his breaths coming in painful pants.

"And look at you, you're still standing!" Well. That felt pointed towards Aizawa. "You really are so cool!" God damnit, was this guy a fanboy? "Oh, by the way, Heroes..." The brute was gone. When had it disappeared again-?! "I am not the final boss..."

They didn't have time to react. In a split second, they were on the ground- feeling their ribs scream as pain exploded from the center of their spine outwards. They slammed into something- thick and sturdy, bark cutting into their back.

Shit- their vision was blurring in and out, spots dancing. Fire flared behind their eyes, burning their thoughts. They could just barely see the giant monstrosity, knee pads...eyes squished into brain matter that poked out of its head...it wasn't smiling now, those weird gold-fringed lips were closed...and it had one massive hand on Aizawa's back, the other grasping his arm.

"...anti-Symbol of Peace...all him 'Nomu'..." Their body was screaming. They coughed, feeling the wracking of it in their bones. Whatever that beast had hit them with- it wasn't light. The Nomu let out a shriek. It sounded more like a groaning yawn mixed with an owl's screech- a strange cacophony that made Fin's ears ring. They had gotten off lucky. If they had to guess- it had swatted them. And rather lightly, at that- if it had taken them seriously...

It didn't matter. That thing was holding Aizawa- and the blue-haired male was slowly walking towards some of the kids...Midoriya...-- A froggy girl with green hair and a strange frown...Tsuyu...a little boy wearing a purple shirt and white pants, with a dark purple belt...Mineta...?

Aizawa tried to move in the Nomu's grip- there was a sickening crunch, and blood spurted from where the thing was holding his arm. He let out a pained cry.

"You can erase peoples' powers. That's irritating, but it's nothing impressive...when faced with true, devastating power, you might as well be a Quirkless child." Aizawa managed to wrench his head enough to glare at the giant- Fin could see his hair suddenly fly up.

The Nomu's other hand swiftly came off his back, only to slam down on his good arm- cracks forming in the ground as another loud crack rang out.

They could barely breathe. This thing was making a pro its personal toy.- There was no way in Hell they stood a chance.

You're just my punching bag, got it?

This thing was too strong- way, way too strong.- They were Quirkless. They were no one.--

The beast forcibly pulled Aizawa's head up. Fin's eyes narrowed. They couldn't get in a lungful of air. This thing was going to kill them all.- Aizawa's head was slammed into the concrete, effectively cracking it as he let out a far weaker groan. That thing was toying with him.

That thing had every advantage.- Speed. Strength. Quirks. If Aizawa couldn't take it out, there was no way they could- but they had to do something. If they targeted the blue guy, they'd just end up a bloody pulp like Aizawa. If they tried to save Aizawa alone, they'd die outright.

"Tomura Shigaraki." The purple thing was back...but now, they had a name. They saw the purple void flicker into existence, the barest glint of metal around where its neck might've been.

"Kurogiri, did you manage to kill Thirteen?" Two names. "The rescue Hero is out of commission. But there were students I was unable to disperse...and one of them got outside of the facility."

Fin was slowly raising their head. They weren't leaving this place alive.- They were starting to accept that. But if they weren't, they were going to try to deal as much damage as possible.

"Huh..?!" Shigaraki began to scratch above those hands at his neck again. The male was beginning to pant and growl- sounding more like a kid faced with a boss fight they weren't ready for...as opposed to some mastermind hellbent on destroying everyone in the U. S. J.. "Kurogiri.... You fool...if you weren't our warp gate, I'd tear apart every last atom in your body." And suddenly, as if seeing the light...he stopped. "There's no way we can win if dozens of Pros show up to stop us. It's game over. Back to the title screen." His hands dropped, turning to face the purple void, Kurogiri. "And I was looking forward to finishing this today..! Damnit. Let's go home."

Their eyes landed on the kids.

RUN.

"Oh, before we leave...! Let's make sure the Symbol of Peace is broken." Shigaraki turned away from Fin and Aizawa. His back was fully facing Fin, the stupid giant's eyes locked onto Aizawa. "Let's murder a few kids...~ Surely that will teach him that we're a force to be feared...!"

In a few milliseconds, Shigaraki was in front of the kids. Fin couldn't see- but they could figure it out. He was going to murder Tsuyu.

Their body moved before they could register the action. Barely able to breathe, each lungful of oxygen not enough and yet too much. They barreled across the main plaza. Aizawa's head was slammed into the ground again. All they could hear was the blood rushing in their ears.

Midoriya was out of the water, not a second away from punching Shigaraki where he stood.

Fin was spinning into a kick.

He was going to get hit on both sides.

"YOU! LET HER GO! NOW...SMAAAASH!!!!" Midoriya's fist was glowing, bright red strands dancing along his clothing. A dust cloud burst on the right side, water spraying on the left. Fin felt their foot connect, the pain registering like the clear peal of a bell.

Something clamped down on their leg.

Villains all over the plaza were sent back from the blast force. Fin was anchored by whatever had grabbed them- but swept off their feet all the same. Villains went flying as wind pressure alone shattered the protective glass of the lights in the U. S. J., sending shards of clear material crashing to the ground with a massive crunch.

The giant was there as the smoke cleared. Fin's glare remained, unwilling to dissipate. The beast was blocking Midoriya's smash with his chest, while holding half of Fin's leg with one hand. The hopeful smirk in Midoriya's face faded, the glimmer in his eyes vanishing as the two realized one thing.

The Nomu hadn't been hurt by the attack.

"You're pretty powerful." Shigaraki's comment was nearly hummed, a faint scrape to his voice as always. "This 'smash' of yours...you're one of All Might's disciples, aren't you?- Doesn't matter...I'm done with you, now. And you...you're too under-leveled for this fight." The Nomu's eye swiveled between Midoriya and Fin. The two caught each other in that moment, raw fear meeting suicidal stubbornness.

The Nomu flung Fin- sending them flying. They landed with a dull thud, tumbling over their own body across the cement. They could smell iron in the air again. It was a second or so later that they felt something wet staining their clothes as they rolled to a stop, heaving for air.

They were near Aizawa- in a pool of the Hero's blood. Their own was finally registering, painting a criss-cross of cuts and bruises on their arms and back.

How fitting.

They grit their teeth. They weren't in nearly as bad a shape as Aizawa. They were already trying to force their hands down into the grime- to stand, even as crimson painted their hands. Had to keep going---

BANG!

The front doors of the U. S. J. suddenly exploded inward. A single pair of footsteps rang out through the whole building. Everything had gone so still. A single, loud stomp of a foot echoed as the smoke began to curl away, revealing a rather familiar form standing tall- but he wasn't smiling.

"Have no fear, students."

"I am here!" His voice sounded so much more angry than usual. One hand gripped his suit coat- the other curled into a tight fist. Fin nearly could have cried from relief.- But the fight was far from over. They couldn't afford to get distracted, not now.

"Look, we're saved!!!" Mineta was already sobbing. Tsu- who had gotten her tongue around Midoriya's waist- was already trying to pull him towards the water, a single 'ribbit' sounding. Fin took in a breath, fighting off the instinct to cough. Their lungs felt like they were trying to inhale tiny knives- prickling with fire.

"He's here.... All Might..." Fin's head suddenly snapped up, eyes dilating.

He was out of time.-- If he stayed--! He threw his suit coat to the side, completely disregarding it. He was frowning- glaring. Teeth grit into a massive line, nearly like a wall of pearl-white. If looks could kill, Fin was sure the entire population of the U. S. J. right now would be dust.

Fin's Words began to burn.

"Ah...looks like our game's getting a 'continue'..."

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thom merrilin & jasin natael, prompt: contest

[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]

Thom Merilin stood, leaning against one of the marble pillars of the Sun Court, smoking his pipe, and trying not to fume to openly, as the sound of bard song, if it could be called that, drifted out over the crowd, all of whom where watching intent at the center of the room, where Jasin Natael preformed.

You were raised by wolves and voices Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed They said it all comes down to you You're the daughter of silent watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more,

Natael moved in a tight circle as he sang, his fingers strumming the harp in a rapid fire motion that Thom couldn’t help but try to follow with his eyes. His steps where not quite a dance, even as he turned in intricate circles around the center of the court’s main hall, and he made no effort at the acrobatics and gestures Thom would have. Yet despite that he seemed to project a grace of his own, as he swanned about, dignified and yet captivating. Yet it rankled Thom. Even the finest court bards did a little tumbling in their performances.

You are that space that's in between Every page, every chord and every screen You are the driftwood and the rift You're the words that I promise I don't mean We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking) They thought us blind (we were just blinking) All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold,

Jasin Natael didn’t wear a gleeman’s cloak any longer, though Thom had it on good authority he had begun with one. But he also was not clad in the finery of a court bard. Instead his midnight black coat was one of those the Asha’man wore, right down the twin pins shinning at the lapels. A golden dragon and a silver sword. It lent him a gravity Thom had to admit. A weight. And it his made his strange song seem….right somehow.

"Remember me, " I ask "Remember me, " I sing Give me back my heart, you wingless thing!

Thom harrumphed as the crowd seemed to lean forward, caught like as if by the Power as the song shifted, the beat intensifying, and the man’s fingers seem to somehow, impossibly, flick faster across the cords of his harp. Jasin Natael had found his way to the center of the great golden sunburst on the floor and was turning in a endless circle, his voice somehow thrown in a way that seemed to give the song a grand echoing quality.

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild!

“Where is the story?” Thom muttered to himself, puffing on his pipe. One of the nearby nobles turned to regard him with a gaped, googling expression, as if shocked Thom had dared speak instead of listening with rapt attention. Thom made a face at her and she sniffed, snapping her attention back to Natael and his song.

You are the son of every dressing-up box And I am time itself, I slow to let you play I steal the hours and turn the night into day By day, oh Lord, three things I pray That I might understand as best I can How bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am!

Natael seemed to glow under the torchlight as he sang, but Thom, while begrudgingly impressed by the technical skill the man was displaying, couldn’t fight back a snear. It was a good song musically, but lyrically? It was all image and poetry, feeling and emotion without shape or scaffold to put it too: the rough shod kind of thing a farmboy with delusions of grandeur would cook up. Thom would bet that was how this man had begun, for all his airs: a common farm boy, who thought a few clever rhymes meant he had the stuff of a court bard.

Fret not, dear heart, let not them hear The mutterings of all your fears The fluttering of all your wings Welcome to the storm, I am thunder Welcome to my table, bring your hunger!

Songs, truly good songs, needed to tell a story, to have character and movement. From Mistress Aynora’s Rooster, to The Great Hunt of the Horn. Even The Wind that Shakes the Willow had character, a story, a clear tale to be told. All this disjointed flitting about in Natel’s song made it so that even the most uncultured laborer would be confused by it.

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring I promise you, they'll sing of every time You passed your fingers through my hair and called me child Witness me, old man, I am the wild!

And yet the Sun Court seemed to devour it, as enchanted by him as the Court of Andor had ever been for any of Thom’s performances. He knew a crowd that was merely being polite, and he knew a crowd who was well and truly caught. This one was caught.

Remember me Remember me! Remember me! Remember me! Remember me! Remember me!

"Remember me, " I ask! "Remember me, " I sing!

“It’s the Power.” Thom decided. It had to be. Some trick of the power to make the performance more appealing- that was it. A clever trick that fit a gleeman Wilder turned Asha’man.

Think of all the horrors that I- Promised you I'd bring! I promise you, they'll sing of every- Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child! Witness me old man, I am the-! Think of all the horrors that I- Promised you I'd bring! I promise you, they'll sing of every- Time you passed your fingers through my hair and called me child! Witness me, old man, old man, old man, I am the-!

Natael struck the final cord of the song in an echoing note, and the crowd exploded into applause, while Thom harrumphed again. For a moment Natael just stood there at the center of the room, basking in the adoration, breathing heavily, and then he bowed, and somehow the applause doubled in intensity.

By the time it had died down Thom had made his way into the center of the court and Natael was evening out his breathing, straightening to smile at Thom in a soft, condescending sort of way.

“Well.” He said. “That's my turn done then. And yours ready to go. Good luck.” He tilted his head, and left the old man, unspoken.

Thom sneered as he drew out his flute. He would remind these people what true music sounded like. He watched Natael wander into the crowd, plucking a wine cup from a passing serving man, and smiling back at Thom in a way that reeked of smug satisfaction. Jasin Natael knew they where competing, and believed he had already soundly won.

Smiling back, Thom brought his flute to his lips and began to play.

(Song is, The Horror and the Wild, by The Amazing Devil)

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well I kinda wanna see something where elvis chases you throughout beale street and fucks you in an ally way- you don't have to write it if youre uncomfortable though!!

You were never one for violence, you hated it to be exact. But when another had become to handsy with you, Elvis took matters into his own hands.

“YOU KEEP YOUR FUCKING HANDS-“ His words were emphasized by multiple punches, a loud crack was let out. “OFF OF HER!” Elvis finished his assault only to be met with your fearful reaction.

”Elvis just stop! I’m done! I’m done.” You threw your balled up fists down at your side, tears daring to fall from your eyes. You couldn’t see straight- couldn’t think- nothing. You pushed your way through the crowd, stumbling on your own to feet, gasping for air. When you finally made it out to the sidewalk, you paused, breathing in the cold night air, the faint sound of blue’s music drifting through the windows of Club Handy.

“Doll, hey, quit running from me!” Elvis hollered, quickly making his way towards you. You did the only thing you could think of, you ran, ran away from Elvis, the fight he had started, the people, Club Handy, the music. Tears were now streaming down your face, your lungs hurt from running. “Just leave me alone!” You told him. You made a quick turn into an alleyway, leaning up against the jagged brick wall.

“Doll, stop, what’s going on?” Elvis finally caught up to you, breathing heavily as he leaned over you. “You can’t just go bearing people, Elvis, it’s not right.” You mumbled, wiping the tears from your face.

“I had a reason, he was all over ya Doll!” He replied, a tinge of frustration covering his face. He extended his hand out to you, helping you up to his level, “I really do love you, you know that? Wanna prove to you how much I love you” He said, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Prove it to me, make me forget please.” You whispered. Elvis’s lips connected with yours, the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth but soon subsidized. Elvis’s hands made their way to your lower back, slipping down to the top of your skirt, “This alright, Doll?”.

You nodded, Elvis tugged down your skirt and panties, the cool breeze of the night nipped at your bare skin. You smiled at Elvis, reaching to undo his belt, pulling down at his pants and underwear. “Help me out ‘ere, Doll.” Elvis whined, pumping his cock a few time, you lowered yourself down to his cock placing it in your mouth briefly, simply just to wet it. “Stand up and turn around.” Elvis commanded, you stood to your feet quickly, pressing yourself against the wall, feeling his hand gripping your hip as he lined himself up.

“Pl-Please Elvis, don’t be a tease.” You whined. Elvis placed his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly before nipping at your earlobe.

“Gonna make you feel so good, Doll.” He slowly pushed himself inside of you, not giving you long to adjust to his size. He gripped your right hip tightly as he picked up his pace. You let out a short moan, at the sound of this noise, Elvis began to all but slam into you. “Make those pretty noises for me, Mama, tell ‘em all you who you fucking belong to.” He growled into your ear, he moved his left hand down to the other side of your hip, gripping it as well, moving your hips upwards to gain a better angle. “Gah- Elvis, oh fu-fucking hell.” You moaned out incoherently. The sound of his skin slapping against your skin filled the alley, your nails scalped against the brick. “Fuck- ah!” You couldn’t keep these obscene noises away. “Keep going, what’s my fucking name, wanna hear you scream it out for me.” Elvis began sucking right below your ear, your body was now flush against the brick wall, Elvis has total control over you. Your mind was filled with a fog that you couldn’t seem to get out of. “Elvis-Elvis!” You recanted his name the sharp feeling of the brick cutting at your cheek. The tight coil building in your stomach. “Ga-‘s right baby, you fucking belong to me.” Elvis continued to thrust up into you, your eyes rolled back- taken aback by the sudden wave of pleasure rushing over you.

“Fu-ah.” Elvis bucked his hips into you, the feeling of his hot cum spilling down your legs.

“Fuck.” You mumbled out, leaning back against Elvis’s chest.

“Let’s go home, our home..” Elvis mumbled, holding you. After a few minutes of catching your breath, Elvis helped you put your clothes back on. “I love you so fucking much, Doll, you know that?” He would mumble pressing a kiss to your temple. You would softly smile, leaning into his touch. He pulled his pants and underwear up, taking your hand in his. The two of you headed back to Elvis’s car. You smiled in anticipation, you couldn’t wait to just have him to yourself.

Thank you so much anon!!!

Emmy Mae💜

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