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ladadiida · 10 months

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

heavily injured from a battle in the xianzhou luofu, you thought it would be the first and last time you see your stellarmate—but then you wake up in his arms, with him treating your wounds despite showing signs of disinterest in your bond when you first met.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 soulmate au, angst, unrequited love, mentions of blood and injury descriptions, possessiveness, blade's pov, him just taking care of you with a sprinkle of angst

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 stellarmate = soulmate (inspired from stellar jade so original i know) this is actually from the blade fic that i plan on writing but this can be read as a standalone! also, if you get the ts reference in this we are automatically besties. may blade wanters be blade havers

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soaking the dirty piece of cloth in the cold water, blade let the icy liquid gather in the fabric before lifting it out and wringing it dry until it became nothing but an improvised damp towel.

it wasn't even guaranteed that it was clean enough to be put on your forehead, since the cloth was only ripped off from your dirtied skirt. however, he had no choice but to use it in the end. your body went into a shock after losing too much blood in a battle between you and some mara-struck soldiers, resulting into a high fever.

with the moon positioned at its highest point in the night sky, blade guessed that it was already midnight, meaning that he hadn't caught a wink of sleep ever since he fled the xianzhou with your unconscious body in his arms and warped to a planet he first thought of. this was nothing new. he could stay up all night and his body wouldn't feel anything at all.

blade approached your resting figure in the small cave you were both currently residing in. observing your face for a moment, which was formed in a deep frown, he brushed away the stray hairs out of your face as carefully as he could, then placed the damp cloth on your forehead.

your fever wasn't going down throughout the evening, with your body covered in sweat and hastily wrapped bandages. your shoulders were bare since your most grave injury was a stab wound near your heart, caused by a sharp blade of a mara-struck soldier, and so he was forced to rip open the top part of your shirt to stop the bleeding.

beside your now wrapped wound was none other than your mark. your stellar mark. blade can only stare at it. even when he was placing a bandage over your wound, he didn't dare touch the area where the mark rested on your skin. until now, he was still in disbelief over the fact that the aeons gave him a counterpart, his other half. after all the torment and pain, he, of all people, was blessed with a stellarmate.

he went over to the bonfire in the middle of the cave, where he was boiling medicinal herbs with water using a bowl he made out of stone. years worth of travelling between planets made him gain knowledge of which food to eat or which plant is safe to intake. emerald-iii wasn't a foreign land to blade; he had visited the planet before twice, accompanied by kafka.

speaking of his companion, blade thought back to the xianzhou while waiting for you to wake up and for the medicine to finish cooking. she must be looking for him right now, maybe even asked silver wolf to track him down. your astral express friends might be searching for you too.

he closed his eyes. the image of you lying in your own pool of blood appeared in his mind. blood was also dripping down the side of your mouth, and your eyes were already starting to close when he found you. the pain and rage and fear he felt all over his body was nothing compared to his never-ending death. and he felt his mark burning too, wanting to seek revenge to the people who hurt what was his, wanting to kill them clean with his broken—

"b—lade?" your broken voice came out in a pained wheeze. you coughed shortly after, throat dry and parched. blade turned around and looked at you. your eyes were barely open, but he can see your confusion and distress. "you're...h-here?"

"fool. don't try to talk. you are currently in a weak state." he scolded, glowering at you with his crimson eyes narrowed in slits.

you shook your head repeatedly, slowly lifting your shivering arms and wrapping them around yourself. "i-it hurts, blade..." you complained as tears lined up your eyes, fingers brushing against your wounded shoulder, "...and it's c-cold."

blade gave you a blank stare. he didn't know what to say to you. it was the first time you talked to each other properly, and the first time you were alone together. but it seemed like you were in a state of delirium, seeing that you weren't scared of expressing yourself.

you whined while sniffing, "so cold...why is it so cold?"

he sighed in defeat and shrugged off his tailcoat, leaving him in only bandages wrapped around his torso. he scooted over to you and covered your body with his coat. "we are in emerald-iii, therefore, the weather is constantly changing. endure it while i finish the medicine."

"medicine?" you asked curiously, pulling his coat up to your face.

blade clicked his tongue in annoyance. "one more question and i will abandon you here."

you were silent for the next minutes as you patiently waited beside him. he removed the stone bowl from the fire, and saw that the water has turned a greyish green due to the medicinal herbs. to further melt down the remaining floating leaves, he gave the liquid a quick stir by moving it in a back and forth motion.

bringing it up to your lips, he commanded, "drink."

moving your head forward, you sipped from the bowl, but you immediately coughed it out. after recovering from the series of coughs, you let out, "it's bitter—!"

"you dare complain when i boiled these herbs for hours just so they become pure enough to consume." blade snapped impatiently, "do you wish to be well or not?"

you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. "okay. i'll drink it."

it took you a few more tries before you get to take all the medicine down your throat, your face scrunched in disgust by the time you finished drinking it.

without warning, blade scooped you up and placed your head against his shoulder. he started taking off your bloodied bandages, and once it was all removed, he examined the wound. he already cleaned and stitched it up hours ago, but it was still bleeding. it can't be helped. the supplies were sparse and the cut was too deep, and with your fever adding up, he was not sure if you'll survive the night.

sweat began lining up his forehead. gritting his teeth, he took a fresh batch of bandages and started to wrap them on you again.

why? why was he doing this? why was he trying to keep you alive? each time the bandage circled around your arm, blade's movements became more frustrated and quick and rough. he didn't even notice you gazing at him with a dazed expression until you chuckled softly.

blade scowled. "speak if you wish to say something."

"are you real?" you murmured weakly, your hushed voice cracking in between words, lacking the usual gentle tone yet it was still tinted with naivety and awe that it made him freeze. all the frustration and anger was washed away and was instead replaced with confusion to your question.

your eyelids kept drooping down, not allowing him to see the beautiful shade of your warm eyes that reminded him of the brightest stars of the xianzhou sky. it was fine; as long as he gets to hold you like this, your head against his shoulder, your bare skin against his with the moonlight shining over you, then everything was fine.

feeling his heart skid to a stop for a thousandth time that night, blade can't help but to slowly reach out, and although his bandaged hand hesitated to land on your skin, afraid it might tint your innocence with his sins, he allowed himself to caress your cheek. it did not surprise him at all when your face fit perfectly in the palm of his wounded hand, your warmth proceeding to seep through his thin and bloodied bandages. a stray tear suddenly fell down your smooth skin, and this time, he didn't hesitate to wipe it off with his thumb.

"what do you mean?" he whispered, leaning in closer to you. you didn't answer for a minute, your breathing growing heavy.

then you laughed. "i don't know," you said, "i feel like i just made you up."

more tears escaped from your eyes as you continued, "you wouldn't...boil some strange herbs for me, or wrap me up in your coat. or treat my wounds, or even talk to me. you wouldn't want to be near me. you wouldn't do that."

"i have no time for your nonsense." blade replied with the intention of sounding harsh, but it came out weak instead. you smiled at him tearily, placing your hand on top of his.

"we are going to be unbound soon." you assured him, and blade swore his stellarmark was stung the second you said those words, "and as soon as i get well, i will immediately seek the aeons and get our marks removed. then you wouldn't have to see me ever again."

he swallowed, speechless for the first time. unbeknownst to him, he was slowly pulling you closer to his chest, his fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to keep you all to himself. his breathing grew uneven as he thought of you walking away from him, forgetting him, not thinking of him, and you belonging to someone else that wasn't him. his heartbeat grew irregular at the thought of not seeing you again.

blade had the sudden urge to cover up his mark and protect it from the world. it was his. it was his and his alone, and no one was going to take it away from him. not even the aeons.

"but do you want to know a secret?" you continued quietly, your smile growing wide, "if the aeons would give me a chance to pick a stellarmate again, i would choose you."

yes. he was going to keep this mark. and he was going to keep you. ever single person who will lay their hand on your skin will meet the sharpness of his sword, and every single one who will stand in between your bond shall face his wrath.

"i would you choose you, again, and again, and again, until you want me back. until you love me back."

the second you wake up from your delirious state, he'll tell you of his new plans, and he imagined you in disbelief, surprised and hesitant and hopeless but you'll nod and you'll take his hand, and you'll run, run, run, and leave it all behind.

"oh, look at the moon," you exclaimed, pointing a finger to the crescent shaped light, and he ignored the way your breaths were growing shallow each time you talk, "look at the moon, blade. it's so pretty. the moon is so pretty."

blade pulled you closer to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head as a sinister grin started to grow on his lips, along with an unfamiliar flame beginning to ignite in his amber crimson eyes. you were his. you were his.

and not even elio can change that.

#blade x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #blade hsr #blade honkai star rail #honkai star rail blade #hsr blade #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x you #hsr #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail blade x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade x you #angst #honkai star rail angst #ਏਓ ladadiida

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 6 months

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My Top 10 Fics Of 2023

So, because it is the 'wrapped' time of year where everyone looks back on their year through playlists and other types of stats - I thought that I would look back on my year through something completely nonobjective and based on exactly 0 data - my favourite fics I have written this year that are based completely on my personal enjoyment of them.

Last year, I did something similar to this where I counted down the top ten fics based completely on data - how many notes each fic had gotten on tumblr. But most of the posts were shorter fics that I hadn't spent a lot of time working on that I wasn't very proud of. (Like the fact that my current most popular fanfic on my sideblog for fanfiction is the shortest in word count.) So I have decided to go over the fics that are the most popular in my heart - countdown style.

This year I have written 39 different fics and I have written over 395,000 words, and these are my favourite fics that I have written.

Honorable Mentions:

Black Suit - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (2,900 words). One of the most well-rounded fics I have written in such a short word count. And just - look at her.

My Bleeding Heart - Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (3,400 words). I have never used Death Eaters as the basis for angst in a fic and I had so much fun with it. Plus the kidfic fluff at the end was really fun too.

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (8,100 words). So @holy-minseok made a post about how there isn't enough fics with reader characters that aren't nice and sweet and I haven't stopped thinking about it since. Because I have so many fics with rude, toxic readers and this is absolutely one of them. This reader is a Grade A Bitch and that's a huge reason why I had so much fun writing it.

Better Than Sleeping - Jason Todd x Fem!Reader (5,300 words). This is some of the best quality smut I have written this year, hands down.

The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (8,200 words). I love writing fics based on specific episodes of a show, and this definitely helped to fulfil my whump quota for the year.

Sweet Revenge - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (16,200 words). This is a fic that definitely converted me from a hardcore Abby girl into an Ellie girl. I am very proud of it. (And eventually I became an EllAbs girl, as god intended.)

Free Use Day - Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader (14,300 words). This is probably my most epic and honorable of the honorable mentions. This is the first time in years that I have written such a long pwp, and it's written about some of my ult favs. So I fucking love it. (It came so, so close to making the top ten.)

(Now, onto the top ten.)

The Top Ten:

10. Dreaming Of You - Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Reader (31,300 words)

You and Gar have been best friends for a long time. Nothing could disrupt the harmony of such a perfect friendship. Nothing except maybe… your usually predictable powers going haywire and somehow showing you all of his heated daydreams about you. But he couldn’t possibly have romantic feelings for you. He couldn’t possibly want anything more than your close platonic friendship and the occasional steamy fantasy. Right? Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Set during Season 2.

At first I wasn't even sure if I should put this one on the list, because it's technically a re-post, but I was like fuck it, I make the rules here. And the reason it's at 10 is because technically I wrote most of this in 2021 originally (though it feels like longer ago than that omg), but this year I heavily updated the fic, including writing some new scenes for it that flesh it out very nicely. To me, this is everything a good re-post should be. It cleans up what was already there and amazing about the fic and it enhances it so much.

I loved the concept of this fic from its core, and now I get to be so, so proud of the way I have enhanced it years later. To me, this will always be my core Gar fic (as much as I will always write more for him) - and it is something I am truly, genuinely proud of. If you love Gar and you love smutty fantasies involving him, I highly recommend checking this fic out.

9. No Brainer - Derek Cho x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Works to Lovers. Smut. Based on the film Mayhem from 2017.

This is one of my personal favourite fics of mine that I believe very few people following me have ever read. I absolutely love writing fics based on random one-off horror movies - I have way more in my drafts, and one of my goals for 2024 is to complete and post more of them. But one night I was laying in bed and I randomly watched this film because I knew Steven Yeun was in it. I had seen a lot of clips of him covered in blood and yelling, and I found him really hot in those clips, so I knew that I would enjoy the film. And I absolutely fucking did. Not just based on his hotness, but just - the entire film was so, so enjoyable.

Also, the ID-7 Virus, a fictional sickness that lowers your inhibitions (something that is shown in the film to work like sex pollen) is the perfect basis for a fic. So I literally started writing this on my phone before I had even finished watching the film. And I posted it a few days later. I think it's just pure fun. One of my favourite things to write about is a healthy combination of horror and sex, and this is definitely toeing the line perfectly in my opinion. If you haven't seen the film, I highly recommend it - watch it, and then come back and read this fic.

8. My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader (9,600 words)

Ellie confronts your abuser, and after years of torment, you finally feel free. Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Hurt and Comfort.

This is a fic that is very close to my heart. Not only is named after a tragically underrated Fall Out Boy B-Side, one of my favourite songs ever, but it is a fic about conquering the abuse of a family member - and when I wrote this, it was coming from a place of the utmost sincerity.

I am someone who has experienced abuse from a family member, and it felt so entirely empowering to write this - to write about someone coming to your rescue so honestly. Someone rescuing you out of pure want, not because it's an obligation or a burden. But because they are compelled by their own morals and they feel that your abuse is a cruel injustice against the world. This and the companion fic I wrote for Abby with a similar storyline are two of the most important fics that I have written this year.

7. Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie (and features spoilers for the plot).

I feel like this list would be incomplete if I didn't pick at least one of the FNAF fics that I wrote (and two of them ended up on here). With how much it was delayed, it was actually wild to see the FNAF Movie actually come to life before our very eyes, and it was amazing to actually write some fics about it. This is the first time (in a very long time) that I have written pure angst with no sense of fluff at the ending, and it was actually so much fun - it's fun to give into the darker side of a fic, and to write about the most torturous human emotions with absolutely no relief.

Also, I think dying in someone's arms (especially holding your lover or your would-be lover) is such a compelling trope and I loved writing about it. This was so much fun for me to write, and it was something so interesting to explore aside from the usual smut that I write.

6. From Your Lips - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader (3,000 words)

After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankle farm, everyone is busy worrying about Reid’s missing status, but you take the time to check on JJ and try your best to calm her flustered mind. Jennifer Jareau x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends with Benefits. Smut and Angst. Set during Season 2, Episode 15.

This year, I had another large foray into the Criminal Minds fandom, and I wrote a JJ fic for the first time. And just in general, I am so proud of this fic. I think even for a short fic, it has such a great essence - again, I love setting fics during specific episodes, and I found it so fun to play around with the religious imagery and the religious themes already in this episode, as well as the imagery of rabid dogs.

To me, this is what truly makes fanfiction great - taking details of the canon, chewing them up like bubblegum and then adding something else in to make them your own. I had so much fun writing this fic, 10/10.

5. Love From The Other Side (aka The Golf Club Fic) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (5,600 words)

Abby kills the man that has been haunting your nightmares for years. You find it only fitting to give her a proper reward. Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut. Set during The Last of Us Part II. (aka - the fic where Abby fucks the reader's pussy with the golf club that she used to kill Joel.)

So, as you will notice with this fic and the next one, 2023 was the year I truly said fuck it. There used to be a time when I was afraid to admit my weirder kinks and fantasies (like, I used to be afraid to even say that I read A/B/O), but then I realized that this is the freak-nasty website. And way too many people are shy. So I must be the one to provide the freak-nasty fics.

This is a fic I had in mind since the very first time I watched TLOU2 gameplay. And originally, it was going to be a simple, purely pornopraphic fic about Abby fucking the reader with the golf club - but as I was writing it, it turned into something that I find oddly beautiful. And (again, just like with the next fic) I find that writing about kinks in long-term relationships, especially the kind of relationships that have come to be co-dependent - it's like writing this toxic, cathartic poetry.

It's writing about two people who need each other but can be so horrible for each other - and it is one of my favourite things to write about because it's so damn interesting. This was a slay, and generally awesome because it was getting out an idea that's been in my head for years.

4. Damn The Man, Save The Empire - Vanessa Shelly x GN!Reader (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film (features spoilers for the movie).

Again, like I said with the previous fic - this was one of my favourite fics to write because it is so delightfully unhinged. I really enjoy exploring toxic relationships through fiction because - for one, writing healthy, functioning relationships is not always interesting. And there is something so beautifully dark and poetic about writing two people who have grown into each other like twisted tree branches and need each other, but are so bad for each other.

And this year I have been exploring gender neutral smut a lot more. I used to always write fem reader smut as my default, but I have been having a lot of fun with the creativity of writing smut without describing the reader's body in detail. I love coming up with metaphors and describing around the body parts. I find it to be a fun creative challenge. Anyway - this was a lot of fun to write, and I highly recommend it if you enjoy reading darker fics.

3. Lessons For A Genius (Lesson One) - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (17,200 words)

What could a certified genius possibly have to learn from someone like you? Turns out - a hell of a lot. And the real ‘teaching’ started when your graphic explanations of slang toward Spencer for the sheer shock value of it turned into something a lot more… hands on. Sub!Spencer Reid x (BAU)Dom!Fem!Reader. Co-Workers to Friends with Benefits. Smut. Set during early Season 2.

I feel like it would be a miss to make this list without mentioning a fic that I obsessed over for two weeks straight - a fic that drove me insane in the best way. Of course, there is also the sequel, but I personally prefer the first lesson. This fic has been brewing in my mind for a very long time, because it is painfully obvious to me that Spencer (in the early seasons) is an awkward virgin, and I have always wanted to ruin him.

This fic is a lot of my fantasies brought to life, and I feel like it's a really masterful painting of those fantasies - for once, without overly focusing on the murder mystery aspect of Criminal Minds fanfiction (which I have a tendency to get distracted by). I am really, really proud of this fic, and I know you guys enjoyed it. It is definitely a highlight of my writing this year.

2. Emergency Contact - Jason Todd x GN!Reader (10,500 words)

After Jason miraculously comes home from his brush with Deathstroke, you’re both feeling it in very different ways. You have an unexpected physical wound from the battle, and he has many (very expected) emotional wounds. You help each other heal. Even if it’s very stubborn on both your parts. Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. (Slight Smut). Set during Season 2, Episode 5.

This is a fic I have talked about a lot recently, because I have been working on the sequel. (I was hoping to get the sequel finished and posted before the end of December, but it's gonna be a longer fic, so it's looking like it's gonna be one of the first fics of January instead.) Anyway - to me, this is by far one of my best fics and one of my most important fics of 2023. This was battling for the top spot.

But even if it's second place, I am so incredibly proud of this fic. I think it's beautifully written, I am incredibly proud of the literary references I worked in with The Great Gatsby - especially because I feel like Jason would be the type to read Gatsby and compare himself to someone tragic and doomed like Gatsby (he would soo compare himself to Gatsby, especially because he was also a poor kid who was randomly sponsored by a rich man who saw potential in him). Overall, I just had a very distinct vision when writing the fic, and that vision came to life. And I really, really hope that my vision comes to life in the sequel too.

1. King For A Day - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader (22,400 words)

You have always had a special relationship with Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and the one and only Harry Potter. When you set out to help them find and destroy Lord Voldemort’s Horcruxes, it seems that your intimate knowledge of them is the one thing keeping them together - until the unique dynamic shifts, thanks to one of those pesky pieces of dark magic. Angry voices carry, and it turns out - moans of pleasure do too. Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader (Fem!Reader x Harry Potter x Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger). FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with a slight bit of Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows.

And finally, we get to my favourite fic of the year!!

So, I'm gonna be honest, a huge reason that this fic gets the top slot is because of my nostalgia for Harry Potter. This year was the first time in a long time that I have written Harry Potter fanfiction, and it felt like a reawakening of my soul. I was genuinely happy, and I was spending time enjoying concepts and characters that I have not thought about for a long time.

This fic in particular, I feel like I have been working on it for years in my mind. This fic is a culmination of all my thoughts about these characters, all my time in the Harry Potter fandom, and generally, I am so, so proud of it. I am proud that my love for Harry Potter has come to fruition in this form - a poly smut fic, something that is just so me.

Overall - I had such a great year chasing fic ideas that make me happy, despite the popularity of the characters or the fandoms, and I encourage you guys to spend 2024 doing the same. Cheers!

#sundrop speaks #fanfiction #gar logan x reader #emily prentiss x reader #draco malfoy x reader #abby anderson x reader #jason todd x reader #ellie williams x reader #spencer reid x reader #mike schmidt x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #vanessa shelly x reader

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valen-nidk · 2 months

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1 / (Takes place before Ch. 1) Interruption.

Bugambilia. | Lucifer &. Eve!Reader

Content: wounded Alastor, somewhat descriptive mentions of injuries, curse words, unhealthy business relationship.

Sorry! The signal is a bit static-y. Try again later, my lovelies.

"I thought our agreement had an explicit clause that we would not, in fact, cross paths, dear", Alastor spoke through gritted teeth, that ever forced smile present on his visage though it didn't fool (Y/N) or anyone with basic observation skills — his deer-ears were resting on top of his head, leaning back in a clearly annoyed and distrustful manner. After all, who would have a kind relationship with the one who owned their soul? No one in their right mind, for sure.

Perhaps, amicable at best but for such a prideful demon with that big title of Radio Demon, quite feared across the seven rings of Hell through rumours alone...

Nonetheless, Alastor had growled in a threatening (warning) manner as he studied (Y/N)'s movements, their closeness evidently unwelcomed. On the other hand, (Y/N) was unfaced as they were already used to his moodswings and little childish tantrums; kneeling before him and studying his bloody and vulnerable self on the ground, the animalistic growl that served as a warning was easily dismissed by them — however, they simply hummed in acknowledgement at his petty behavior.

Soon enough, (Y/N)'s hand was hovering over his bleeding torso, a faint glow coming from their palm and this caused the radio demon's eyes to widen, for a guttural growl to form in the back of his throat to express agony — an ever so sudden action from him as he leaned forward to take a bite of their shoulder, causing (Y/N) to yelp, curse under their breath and bite their lower lip until it bled from the pain that those sharp teeth of Alastor were causing.

(Y/N) kept ongoing with the treatment despite the pain they were currently experimenting, yet they shut their eyes tightly and took a deep breath before exhaling heavily. The reason (Y/N) had a large disposal of souls wasn't just because they kept their part of the deal, but because they were a good contractor and made sure (or try) to keep a majority of the souls they owned physically intact, in-shape and healthy. "I hope you haven't forgotten, you old-fashioned prick, that we are soulbound — I am the source of your powers, that's why you can't find a way out of our contract". The pain caused by his bite was overwhelming, (Y/N) was certain that his teeth had not only teared muscle tissue, but reached deeper to the bone. Their blood staining their clothing, an orange color soaking the fabric, their blood wasn't golden or yellow akin to angels nor red like humans or demons — an hybrid, an outcast. Part of them hoped Lilith bled the same color but she was perfect (they weren't) so she most likely bled a pretty golden.

Once all wounds had been healed (read: reversed to what it once was hence why it was a painful progress to undergo), Alastor quit bitting their shoulder and grabbed the torn cloth that (Y/N) offered to wipe his mouth, disgust clear on his face. His smile wasn't wide but it was eternally present albeit recluctantly. "Your blood is disgusting as ever, let me tell you", a jab at (Y/N)'s insecure self, but they didn't show it. He knew best. "And yes, thank you for the unnecessary reminder of regretful choices—".

"Alastor", a warning tone accompanied by a tearful glare, right hand gripping their bloody shoulder as they composed themselves as best as they could, holding back tears from the raw pain. (Y/N) couldn't heal themselves, so they'd bleed for now. A headache incoming, vision somewhat blurry yet they wouldn't die because of this (they never did). "I don't mind returning your soul as long as you don't mind losing everything that our deal gave you — your powers that were on pair to Adam's, powers that only failed you because you acted cocky. Your reputation, the souls you can hold hostage because I still allow you to—".

Static noise that played in the background had turned louder, unbearably so. The ringing in (Y/N)'s ears was overwhelming, causing the headache to worsen, it was as painful as a migraine now — fuck, shit, the corner of their vision had black edges. That fucker, his bite was worse than they anticipated. (Y/N) knees buckled, falling forward as they lost their balance thanks to the loss of blood and yet they never hit the ground, instead, Alastor acted quick and held them, carefully so despite the hatered he felt at being reminded of his inferior position in this deal with (Y/N) and the repulsive and unwanted physical contact. "You piece of... shit".

Losing consciousness from the bloodloss and the stress this situation was causing them, (Y/N) went limp and their full body weight was being supported by the radio demon's figure. "Mn, not quite, dear", Alastor replied in a mocking tone yet he couldn't have his benefactor and owner of his soul to die without losing a majority of what he worked for — sighing, a glance at his shadow, a wordless command and it disappeared before emerging again with the objects that Alastor had asked for. Once he had the alcohol, bandages, needle and thread at his disposal, Alastor removed his coat and placed (Y/N) atop, rolled his sleeves upwards and got to work, stitching up the most infuriating being for him.

Salutations! The Hazbin Hotel is being rebuilt, apologies for the delay.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor x male reader #alastor x female reader #alastor x nb reader #🧍 he speaks #this was not letting me sleep so now yes gnight ciao

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pupkashi · 10 months

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hi jess, congrats on your milestone! can i request the prompt: “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!” for nanami with a reader who doesn’t really know how to cook. thank u <3

hi friend ! sorry for taking so long to get to this, i hope you enjoy !! <3 srry for any typos not proofread :(

dinner was usually a task nanami did by himself. taking the time to decompress and make a loving meal for the two of you, often times having you hand him seasonings when you watched.

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to cook, in fact you always begged him to let you help out, you didn’t want the burden to weigh heavily on his shoulders. it was a matter of you being a terrible cook.

the first time you’d attempted to make chicken for the two of you, the edges were burnt and you’d somehow managed to leave the center just a tinge pink. when you tried to make breakfast in bed for him, the eggs weren’t completely cooked, causing nanami to spend a couple hours in the restroom.

and so there you stood, counting down the hours until your beloved kento walked through the front doors. you could picture it now, the candles lit, him in his uniform with his loose tie and sleeves rolled up.

‘oh honey did you do all this for me?’

‘course i did baby! i can cook now, you have one less thing to worry about’

‘you’re so perfect my y/n, I’m never going to leave you’

your daydream was cut short by the burning smell coming from the stove, eyes wide as you cursed, opening a window and throwing out the burnt chicken.

it’s fine, you thought, i still have two hours left, i can do this!

you did not have this.

there were bandaids on three of your fingers, the poorly cut veggies sitting in a bowl besides you as you grabbed the tomato. you were completely focused, so focused that you didn’t hear nanami open the door, much less his footsteps over the sound of the sizzling in the pans next to you.

and as you went for the first cut of the tomato, your eyes wandered to the window, seeing his reflection. for some reason your hand didn’t register your brain telling it stop chopping, leading to you cutting yet another finger.

“ken hi!” you smiled, setting the knife down and walking over to the sink, letting the warm water flow over the fresh cut.

“hello my lov- oh my god are you bleeding?” he was quick to rush to your side, eyes wide as he took your hands in his, “how the hell did you do that? it’s so deep!” his honey eyes are looking into yours with worry, “let me get a bandaid” he’s kissing the top of your head softly before b-lining to the restroom, emerging with a bandaid in hand seconds later.

“i was trying to cut the tomatoes” you mumble, a pour on your lips.

it’s after he’s placed the bandaid over your cut with the softest hands, kissing over it gently and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes that the scene of it all finally hits him.

“why are you cooking?” there’s a smile he’s fighting off his lips, but he’s losing very badly, especially when you furrow your brows up at him and cross your arms over your chest.

“I can’t cook for my lover anymore? what is this an interrogation?” your defensive tone only has him melting even more, glancing over the stove and pointing.

“what’s that supposed to be?” your shoulders slump at yet another piece of butchered meat, mumbling a ‘chicken’ before sighing.

“i just wanted to make your day easier” your eyes meeting his as you continue, “you’ve been so exhausted and i wanted to lift at least some of that weight off your shoulders” you’re uncrossing your arms, fiddling with your fingers before he’s taking one of your hands in his, the other coming under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

“you already make my days easier, my love” his voice calming as he smiled down at you, “you don’t know how much you do for me.” there’s sincerity dripping off his words, and the way he’s looking at you has your knees a little weak.

“cmon little chef, let’s order takeout” he smiles, sweeping you off your feet and placing you on the couch, handing you his phone, “choose whatever you want, I’ll be back after i shower” he says, kissing your forehead before walking into your shared bedroom.

maybe you couldn’t bare the burden of cooking, but you could always manage to make him smile and his days a little brighter with your soft smiles and gentle touches.

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celestial-dreamscapes · 1 year

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Hihi!

I was wondering if you could do a period comfort for Beel, Belphie and/or Levi? I just love these so much!

Thanks so much!

Another request said: Hello, could we please have period comfort with the twins and Levi as well?

A/N: Hii I’m soso glad you liked the other posts thank youu 🙏🏼 and thank you for the requests!!! :D

Taking care of you on your period part 3

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: blood mention, fainting, mention of dying

Part 1

Part 2

Levi:

-He very rarely attends class in person and not online, and on one of those rare times you weren’t feeling well so he’s just very confused before you tell him because you keep standing and leaning on the desk which doesn’t look comfortable at all to him

-And it hardly helps you with the pain but it’s all you can really do while you’re in class besides pacing around which you decide to do as well near your desks at the back of the class

-The teacher decides to embarrass you in front of everyone and asks you why you’re not sitting like everyone else instead of coming up to you which makes you feel even worse, and you don’t even have it in you to throw any retorts at them

-Eventually the pain gets really really bad and even after waiting for some time after taking a painkiller it didn’t kick in, so you tell him you’re just going to head back home and so obviously he comes with you because he’s very concerned and even after you tell him the bleeding is normal, he’s heavily questioning if the amount of pain you’re having is really a normal thing for humans

-His room is unsurprisingly a really good distraction considering he has most of the stuff you’d need to be able to stay in there for hours on end (except for proper food, he only has snacks) so once the pain becomes lighter it’s a good place to unwind and get your focus off of the smaller pains

-It also provides light (from the aquarium part) without being overwhelming enough to give you a headache or migraine and it’s the perfect amount of light to still be able to fall asleep with

-He has tons of blankets and I headcanon he has a couple weighted blankets as well and he’d bring them over for you (you could fold a couple to put behind your back and on your thighs to help ease the pain a bit)

-If you’re on the taller side, his bathtub probably won’t be the comfiest considering you’re already in pain and you’d have to put yourself in an uncomfortable position that would put you in more pain and also share the tiny space with Levi on top of all that, so if you’re not willing to deal with the hassle it’s best you just both go to your room and have him carry all the blankets there for you

-He starts off embarrassed about buying you period products, but he gets over it pretty quickly after thinking about how much pain you’re in and how much effort he’s saving you, along with the fact that anyone who mocks him for it probably isn’t able to get into a relationship of their own

-Overall, he’s really good with everything but there’s a chance he’ll get the wrong product even though he checks your messages a bunch of times to make sure 😭😭 for example, he might get the right size pad but without wings, but he does learn quickly luckily for you

Beel:

-He’s naturally very warm which most of the time is really cozy and nice but during the times when it’s warmer out or when your body is really hot on its own due to the pain it can get a bit overwhelming

-At the same time though you don’t want to distance yourself physically because then everything just feels even more off, so cuddling with the AC on and a fan blasting while you have a couple light blankets covering you are the best, especially feeling yourself drift off when the sleeping conditions are so perfect and he’s rubbing your back

-Has a tendency to be a bit suffocating with his arms when you two are cuddling so you have to squirm around a bit to figure out a comfy position

-Constantly picks you up with no problem (which all of the brothers can do technically he’s just the one who does it the most often) so that you don’t have to move if you want to go to your room or somewhere else. He has no shame in it too he’ll just carry on like it’s the most normal thing in the world and he’ll act like anyone who judges is the weird one instead of the other way around lmao

-Definitely the type to tell you to focus on resting instead of stressing over your schoolwork, since even if you stress it’s not like you’re able to do it anyway when you’re not feeling well (even if it does sound kind of harsh) so he offers to help you write an email to your teachers to ask for an extension on the deadlines because you aren’t feeling well

-Some teachers are more understanding than others, and the latter ones just get mad at you for not having started sooner, and so you’re still worried you’ll get marks deducted if you hand anything in late

-So in the end he does your work for you 🥺 he doesn’t want you to start slacking in your classes because of him but he doesn’t want you to be in so much pain and also be stressing out about something that seems so insignificant to him at the same time, so he decides to just do it for you even if it takes him a while to understand the material from classes he’s not in

-He gets you basically everything while you rest and doesn’t make any comments about you not being productive or anything that might make you feel bad for relaxing

-He’s still constantly hungry (as usual) but he does his best to push it aside so he can take care of you, especially if you’re cuddling and you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t wanna risk waking you up

-Though he will probably text one of his brothers asking them to grab him something from the kitchen (how likely are they to actually do it though 😭)

-Sometimes when you’re taking a bath to relieve the pain you want pressure on your lower stomach at the same time but it's a lot of effort to keep your hands on your stomach at the same time as you’re trying to fully relax your body, so he does it for you while taking a bath together. If you’re at the stage where you can literally bathe together why would he be shy about touching your stomach if it’s not a problem for you?

Belphie:

-He definitely knows about periods from Lilith, I imagine she’d learn about it after visiting the human world and them both being horrified at the thought, because why is it necessary to make them bleed so often? Why not once a year instead?

-Despite this though I don’t think he’d know too many of the details, and since he’s never had actual firsthand experience helping someone with it, it would take him a while to adjust to the fact that there are so many other problems that come along with getting your period, not just blood 😔

-I’m not sure if this is canon but if it’s not, I have a headcanon that he can put others to sleep so that would definitely come in handy pretty often. You’d be in too much pain to fall asleep on your own and you can’t stay still enough to keep trying so you’re just ranting about it to him and he offers, so obviously you accept and then you wake up a few hours later feeling much better

-One problem that you encounter quite often is him falling asleep on you, which is fine on its own, but after some time it stops being comfortable for you. But he’s pretty hard to move when he’s asleep so you have to fight for your life to free yourself

-And then all your hard work trying to move without disturbing him (which hardly ever happens anyway) is thrown away because he wakes up as soon as you get out of his grip smh

-A good thing about Belphie specifically when you’re in pain is that he’s down to lie down and sleep literally anywhere so if you think that lying down on the floor in the middle of his room with a heating pad on your stomach will help your back pain and cramps he’s down, doesn’t even take any convincing from you he’ll just do it

-Even though he still feels a bit awkward helping you and isn��t always sure what you need him to do, he starts to put in a lot more effort in accompanying you everywhere after a while

-More specifically, after you told him about how you were once home alone and the pain was so bad you thought you were genuinely about to die, and no one was answering your messages either. And about the time you forced yourself to go out even though you weren’t feeling well and nearly passed out

-Both stories really concern him so he starts going with you literally everywhere when you’re on your period because he’s slightly paranoid that you’ll end up being left alone somewhere and you actually will die from it, and he’ll have no idea until after it’s too late

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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Sword for Hire Chapter 5

Bronn x reader

Word Count: 1040

Summary: The two of you have a bit of a scare.

Time felt different during the dark days of winter, especially this far North. Days slipped by in a blur so quickly that you sometimes didn’t fully register that they’d come and gone. Your difficulty with the passage of time wasn’t helped by the fact that you and Bronn were between jobs, and because of it you sometimes couldn’t be bothered to leave the tent you shared while on the road.

So it was only fair that one night when you were riding your lover on the lumpy mattress of the room you’d paid for in yet another backwater town, you found yourself stopping suddenly as you realized, “When did I last bleed?”

You could see irritation flash in his blue eyes. “Is that really what your thinking about right now?” he grunted after prying his lips away from your chest.

Annoyed, you shoved him down onto the bed. “I’m serious,” you snapped. “Do you remember the last time I bled?”

Finally, it seemed like enough blood returned to his brain for him to realize exactly what you were on about. Those beautiful blue eyes slid shut; his hands squeezed your hips in their grasps. “Fuck.”

The pair of you just sat in the silence for a few moments taking it in, his softening cock still inside you.

“Do you think . . .” Bronn couldn’t seem to say the words.

You sighed heavily. In one smooth movement, you dismounted and flopped onto your back next to him. “I don’t know.” Your insides felt like they were squirming. The pair of you weren’t exactly careful a good deal of the time, and moon tea wasn’t easy to lay hands on while traveling here, there, and everywhere. “There’s a chance.”

You’d been so careful for so long and now this. You’d let love blind your better judgement, to say the least. If you were with child, it’d be another bastard, likely to grow up scorned or ignored just like you did.

“Nothing to do about it, then,” he said calmly. “You’re Northern, right? Pray to trees and all that?”

That yanked a surprised chuckle right out of your chest. “Bronn, I haven’t prayed since I was a girl.”

“Eh. Doesn’t matter much either way. Their way’ll be easier to pull off than the whole shite of doing it in a sept.”

Alarmed, you sat up on your elbow. You desperately tried in vain to get a read of what he was thinking through his expression. “What are you talking about?”

“Marrying you,” he said as if it was obvious. “You’re not usually this slow, love. Your blood not made it back to your head yet?”

“We--” Your throat tightened, cutting your protest short. You swallowed thickly. “We don’t even know if I’m actually pregnant.”

“You said it yourself; you haven’t bled in ages.”

“Why are you acting like this all means nothing?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Well I doubt you want the kid to be a bastard after how you grew up--”

“We don’t even know if there is a child!”

“And I figure, we’re already basically married so why dance around it?”

“We are not basically married!”

“Aren’t we?” There was a challenge in his blue eyes. “We share supplies. We take jobs together. We work those jobs together. We fuck almost every night. What else is there to it but the title?”

“Oh, I dunno, love?”

“Look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t love me.”

You couldn’t, and he knew it. For a moment, the only sounds were the ones that drifted through the door from elsewhere in the inn. Eventually, you swallowed past the lump in your throat. “It’s supposed to go both ways, Bronn. Does it?”

Almost instantly, his hand was resting on the back of your neck, pulling you forward until you were practically lying on top of him once more. “Do you really think I would have put up with you for this fucking long if I felt nothing for you? You don’t need me to protect you, and you’re sure not paying me even if you did.”

As those words sunk in, you lunged for a kiss that bordered on brutal. Your fingers yanked at his hair to pull him back so you could ask, “So the weirwood tomorrow?”

His heart was already racing under your hand, be it from the lust or from the anticipation you didn’t know. “Only if we can get back to what we were doing before your little crisis.”

The ceremony was tiny, fitting given that the pair of you were just drifters in this tiny town. Honestly, you were surprised that they even had a weirwood. Only the man officiating and the innkeeper were there to witness the union. You wouldn’t have wanted it to be any different, though. Yet still, part of you wondered what your mother would say, you knew full well that either your sharp tongue or Bronn’s blithe words would have sent most sane people running from the wedding, let alone your soft-hearted mother.

“Got to be honest, I never expected to be doing this,” Bronn muttered whilst exchanging your Northern style, furred cloak for the ratty one he insisted on wearing around.

You snickered at that, enjoying being wrapped in his scent even if you were cold. “Neither did I, but how the fuck haven’t you frozen to death in this gods forsaken thing?” you couldn’t help asking.

“Got you to keep me warm, don’t I?”

You didn’t end up being pregnant, as it turned out. According to the maester you scrounged up the coin to pay, you simply weren’t getting all of the nutrients your body needed because of the lean winter months, so that particular bodily function had seemingly put itself on hold.

“Do you regret it?” he asked in the dead of night a few days after, voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear it over the wind’s incessant howling.

He sounded so uncharacteristically unsure that you found yourself cupping his cheek softly to comfort him. “Never,” you swore. “Do you?”

“I’m just amazed you still want a greedy fuck like me around,” he replied, some of that natural confidence bleeding back into his tone.

“Takes one to know one, sweetheart.”

#bronn x reader #bronn imagine #bronn of the blackwater imagine #bronn of the blackwater x reader #game of thrones imagine #got imagine #reader insert

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incandescent-creativity · 2 years

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Episode Ten

Next: Episode Eleven

Word Count: 4,353

—

Christian imagines different faces with every punch.

He has memorized each and every one. The doctor, whose eyes he saw through a fevered haze, looking down on him over the edge of the mask he had strapped to his face, and shook his head slowly. The fear on the aide’s face when he had sat up, having recovered his strength.

Her face hadn’t joined the lineup until later. Hindsight had revealed that she was the first one to see his wounds freshly scarred over. After he had realized that, the barely-disguised disgust on her face had embedded itself in his brain.

Thinking about her always leads to all the tailors and skeptics Christian has encountered. Oh, are you sure you want a wardrobe full of long sleeve shirts? What possible reason could you have for that? Let me try to pry into your specific requests to determine whether or not I will listen, no matter whether or not it’s my job to do so!

The next punch he throws breaks skin.

Sighing, Christian stands up out of his fighter’s stance. He’ll have to wrap it before he continues; the last thing he needs is to leave pink stripes of blood on the punching bag.

When he turns to the table with the bandages, he sees Hallie standing beside it. He brings the hand with the bleeding knuckle up to his chest, curling his other hand around it. The instinct not to show weakness overrides the learned habit of hiding his heavily scarred arms. In fact, bringing his hands close up to his chest curls his arms around so that Hallie gets an unobstructed view.

Why did I work out in a tank top? he curses the decision. Christian had chosen a gym specifically out of the way, one that nobody would be likely to use, so he could maintain his training without interruption. And now… Hallie.

The realization that she is the first person on this ship to see what is wrong with him makes his heart race and his head swim. He thought he would have longer before this happened—what is she going to say? She is bound to say something.

Christian braces for the worst as she walks up to him.

The absolute lack of expression on her android face does not reassure him. He takes a step back, at which point Hallie stops in her tracks and looks up at him.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scrape,” he says, fear sharpening his voice. “How did you get in here?”

“The door,” she responds, reaching out for him. “Here, let me—”

“I can take care of it on my own, thanks,” Christian snaps.

Hallie pauses, then withdraws her hands. She stands in front of him with plain, placid mannerisms.

“I am not attempting to baby you,” she reports. “I am this ship’s commanding medical officer. It is my duty to tend to the mental and physical wounds of every person on this ship.”

Christian stares at her, trying to figure out how to respond. Hallie must be extraordinarily patient, because it takes him several seconds to understand that she has already seen him in this state. Which is bad enough; he doesn’t want to offend her on top of that.

So he gives in, and lets her lead him over to the table.

Hallie makes quick work of his hand, cleaning and applying a small bandage that is designed to move with the facets of a knuckle joint. She doesn’t talk while she does it, but the process only lasts a minute or two. She pats his hand before returning it to him.

“Do you remember that symbol we found on that ancient planet?” she asks as he is trying to turn away from her.

Dreading whatever conversation she is trying to trap him in, Christian stares at her for a long moment.

“I heard something about that, yeah.”

“It was a symbol of an android creator,” she tells him. “His name was Dr. Arik Soong. He was a geneticist, and—”

“Wait, Soong? You mean the man whose work was a foundational precursor to the Eugenics Wars?” Christian says in surprise.

Hallie raises her eyebrows at him, his surprise echoed on her face. “You know him?”

“Well, no, not personally, but—”

He loses the rest of his sentence when Hallie laughs. It’s a charming sound, just like most of the laughter he hears, but it feels different when it was because of something he said.

“You know of him, then,” Hallie corrects, still smiling at him.

“Of course I do,” he says. “The…”

For a split second, he questions whether or not he wants to actually commit to telling this story. But she hasn’t commented on his scars this whole time, and that is significant. In fact, she is even sharing the traits that alienate her from others. He can do the same.

With that in mind, he finally tells her.

“The illness that disfigured me was a mutated offshoot of the Klingon augment virus. And they only got their hands on the Augments because Soong created them.”

He watches her make the connections. Hallie glances down at his arms, and her eyes flick over the tangled web of scar tissue. Christian fights the urge to cover up portions of them with his hands. He knows what he looks like, and he knows it isn’t pleasant, but there isn’t any point in trying to spare her now.

“Then you should know what I learned on the library planet,” Hallie says after her brief inspection.

Before she can tell him, however, Captain Agau’s voice speaks out of Christian’s communicator.

“We may have a security issue in Storage Hold Alpha. Please report immediately.”

Without even taking the time to grab his covering jacket, Christian takes off with Hallie hot on his heels.

—

In Beth’s opinion, her chief security officer takes far too long to arrive to the scene. Even Hans shows up before Christian does. Beth doesn’t know how he knows something is going on, but she doesn’t need him. She is plenty capable of doing what needs to be done.

Specifically, she can get every maintenance crewmember she can find into holding cells. One by one, they are identified and marched off on her orders. Christian arrives, out of breath and in a sweaty undershirt, with Hallie chasing after him.

She notes Matt’s open stare, though perhaps it is understandable. Not everybody has access to the files Dr. Agau sent her on her core crew. He wouldn’t know about the lines of scarring that crisscross Christian’s arms.

To his credit, Christian does not seem the slightest bit self-conscious about them. He barrels right up to her with his hand on his phaser, and asks her what the situation is as he does a full 360 degree spin.

“What did they do?” is his second question, seeing the last of the maintenance crew being taken away. “Did they sabotage the ship somehow?”

“No,” Beth says. As if there is anything to sabotage in the storage holds. “But they are doing things out of order.”

“What?”

“Matt,” Beth delegates.

He steps up nervously, and explains, “I—I had seen several of them come down here, always on their own. I didn’t think anything of it, but when I mentioned it to Beth, she knew that it was too early for them to be conducting maintenance checks down here.”

“So you’re arresting them?” Christian says.

“No, of course not,” Matt says, startled. “I don’t have the authority to arrest anybody, I just—”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Christian snaps, glancing down at Matt before returning his frown to Beth. “Captain, are you sure this isn’t an overreaction?”

“Better to overreact than under,” Beth says.

“This is easy to resolve,” Hallie speaks up. “We can just check the door logs.”

The solution is simple, yet effective. Therefore, Beth should have thought of it first.

She doesn’t waste time complimenting Hallie on the idea, or kicking herself for the oversight. All she does is unfold the screen perpetually hanging from her hip and access the Spark’s computer.

Almost immediately, she runs into a problem.

Turning to Hans with the most severe facial expression she can muster, she asks, “Why are these individuals not on the crew log?”

“What?” he says, stepping closer to her to look over her shoulder. “They should be.”

“They aren’t,” Beth says. “According to this, we don’t have a Michael on board at all.”

“That’s not right,” Hans says with a frown.

“Are you going to say something helpful, or is everything up to me?” Beth asks. “Again?”

“Well, it is up to you to give the orders,” Christian points out. “What are we going to do about this?”

If Beth were fully human, she would give in to her anger, and yell at him. As it is, she just tightens her voice and starts giving orders.

“Hans, take Hallie and start combing through the holds. Assemble teams if you must, but get it done, and get it done quickly. Whatever they were doing in there, I want to know about it. Hack into the door logs or find out through observation, I don’t care. Go!”

They leave.

“Christian, you’re in charge of the interrogations. Ask them what they were doing in there, and why they have been taking so much time to complete routine maintenance checks. We can’t use our warp drive until their inspections are over, so why are they prioritizing the holds over that?”

He sets his phasers to stun in the wake of her orders.

Seeing this, Beth adds, “This is something I do care about how it’s done. Don’t mistreat them.”

“Yes, Captain.”

He leaves.

She turns her gaze to Matt, who stands up straighter.

“You’re with him,” she tells him. “Keep me up to date on his progress.”

Matt’s footsteps pitter-patter behind Christian as they walk down the hallway. With her core crew dispersed, Beth can return to the bridge of her definitely-not-compromised Starfleet ship.

—

Hans has never been down to the storage holds before, but Hallie moves through the rows and rows of boxes like she was born here.

Or made, rather. Hans is still trying to wrap his head around that. During their time in the medbay, when Beth had exiled him from her side, she had seemed so… normal. That’s probably a terrible thing to say, but it’s the truth. She was warmly kind with her patients, always knowing what to say to them.

She doesn’t speak now though. Hallie just moves down the corridor, looking down each row with a quick glance before moving on.

“What are we looking for?” he asks.

“Anything out of the ordinary.”

“I don’t know what the ordinary looks like,” he admits.

“Then pull up the storage logs and compare,” she suggests.

“Oh.” That’s a smart idea. “I could check while you read them off, if you think that would be faster.” When she doesn’t respond immediately, Hans adds, “You don’t have, like… an encyclopedic knowledge of what’s down here, do you?”

Hallie chuckles. “No. There are limits to my processing capacity, same as you.”

He takes that into his understanding of how she works. “Surely you must have more memory than a human, though.”

“Oh, of course. I just haven’t decided to take up valuable memory space with the contents of our ever-fluctuating storage holds.”

Hans chuckles, too. “Fair enough. All right, let’s go.”

With the computer screen in hand, and Hallie’s voice in his ears, Hans starts walking down the Spark’s primary storage space.

Hallie stops reciting labels approximately five minutes after they start. It has been a long five minutes, but Hans thinks that he has the easier of the two jobs. All he has to do is read, and scroll. In fact, he has to scroll up a little bit once he realizes that she has paused her narration.

“What is it?” he turns to ask.

She doesn’t answer him. Instead, she opens her communicator and requests a direct line to their captain. Beth picks up immediately.

“You found something,” she says.

“Maybe,” Hallie reports. “The maintenance crew is just an undercover punishment from Dr. Agau, right?”

Beth doesn’t respond. Her silence says more, at least to Hans, than any statement ever would. In other words, or in a lack of them: Hallie is right.

“Our assigned mission is to deliver supplies. Is that correct, as well?”

This one, Beth responds to. “It is.”

“What supplies, specifically?”

During the silence, Hallie shares a steady stare with Hans. He still doesn’t know what she is on to, so he returns to a tried and true first officer’s duty: keeping an eye on their surroundings. Once again, he doesn’t know what he is looking for, but at least he has a better idea of what danger looks like than what an out-of-place box looks like.

After a minute or two, during which Beth must be pulling up the shipping manifest, she lists off the supplies.

At this point, even Hans can understand what the problem is now. Hallie is the one to say it out loud.

“We should have passed those already,” she tells him, although her finger is still pressing down on the communicator button. “They’re not here.”

—

Beth feels a certain amount of vindication.

That certain amount is certainly small, of course. But Christian’s jab about her overreaction had stuck in her mind. It had made her sound like a bad stereotype of a hormonal human woman, prone to hysterics.

Now that they have discovered missing—potentially stolen—supplies, she knows it was not an overreaction.

“Are you sure?” Beth asks, fingers pinching her communicator’s button a little too hard.

“They were the most recent additions,” Hallie reports. “They would have been up at the front. Even if there wasn’t immediate space, we are nearly halfway through storage hold alpha. They’re not here.”

She hears the specific trill that denotes a request waiting on another line. It may be a higher priority, or it may not be. The only way to find out will be to answer, and gain another piece of a puzzle rapidly spiraling out of control.

“Find them,” she orders Hallie, and switches channels.

“I have an update,” Matt’s voice speaks from the other line. “And there’s a bit of a problem.”

“A separate problem, or a related?”

“Related. Christian has confirmed that most of the maintenance crew are jailed, but Michael isn’t here.”

Michael. The Romulan. Any traces of vindication Beth might have felt sour immediately. This situation has gone from mildly concerning to outright troubling.

“And none of the men being held are giving up his location,” Matt continues. “They either don’t know where he is, or they do know—”

“In which case they are lying to us,” Beth finishes grimly. “Keep me apprised, ensign.”

“Don’t worry,” he promises, as if able to sense her trepidation over the comms. “I’m not leaving Christian’s side.”

At least one element is in place.

There are too many others for her to truly find a peaceful mental space, but settling into her captain’s chair and manually driving the Spark through empty space does help. Cruising through the cosmos is meditative: the stars slide slowly across the main viewing window, and the forbidding darkness aids Beth in her attempts to order her thoughts.

Foremost in her mind is an amorphous critic. She can easily imagine a crewmember questioning how vital it is that one member of one maintenance crew is found, or one part of one shipment is located. No ship runs perfectly, after all. Finnigan has told her that several times.

And yet, her ship has. She has overcome every obstacle, completed every assignment. Even when her and her crew formed an agreement and executed it in the face of her mother, they had gotten through it.

This is a kind of record that shall not be broken. Especially not so early in her career. A failure to keep track of every person and crate that boards her ship is still a failure.

Relinquishing the manual controls, Beth stands up again.

“Keep us on course,” she orders her bridge.

It should be easy enough for a crew of this caliber. With the warp drive still unavailable during the maintenance’s imprisonment, they are just driving through empty space.

A chorus of “Aye, Captain”s follow her to the elevator.

The holding cells are actually adjacent to the storage holds, so Beth is able to pick Hallie and Hans up on her way to meet Matt and Christian. Hans stands back, opposite the two men, to provide a watchful eye in a strategically balanced vantage point. Hallie takes her place off to the side, as well, but she starts scrolling through something on her screen.

Captain Agau strides directly up to her security officer.

“Nothing,” he says, without her asking.

“They don’t know where he is,” Matt adds quietly.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Beth tells him.

The bridge’s favorite ensign doesn’t shrink away from her this time. Rather, his shoulders straighten, as if with offense.

“You didn’t ask anything, actually. But you did tell me to keep you apprised, so I listened, and I kept watch. And so, as per your request, I’m telling you that they didn’t lie to us.”

He does seem confident. And Beth has taken note of his particular perception. Matt is an insightful sort, even to his captain. Perhaps his assessment is correct.

“If that is the case,” she says to her assembled team, “then we have no choice but to fan out. We’ve tried to page him, so… Hallie: send an image of his face out shipwide. One hundred percent of the crew won’t read it, but the more eyes we can have looking, the better.”

“Who are we looking for?”

Beth turns to see Michael walking up to their little group.

Christian steps between them before she can do anything. He strides forward and around, placing a hand firmly on Michael’s shoulder. Her head of security walks him towards an adjacent cell, but waits for Beth to give the word.

She doesn’t. Not yet.

“Your timing is remarkable,” she remarks. “Where have you been?”

“Why is my team in jail?” he asks, his expression simply one of pure confusion.

“I’m the captain, I’ll ask the questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” he says with a spread of his hands. “Where have I been,” Michael repeats, musing.

“Well, we have been trying out this new approach to our procedures. It focuses on and encourages independence, and our individual strengths. We have perfected our team, but that isn’t any excuse to stagnate.”

The overly high diction is tiresome. “Get to the point, Michael.”

“Yes, ma’am, of course. Specifically, I have been checking things off our list in storage hold beta.”

The one directly next door to where she had sent Hallie and Hans. If she felt human emotions at any intensity, this would be somewhere past irritating, yet before infuriating.

“And what were you doing there?”

“Correcting an oversight,” Michael answers promptly. “I believe a particular batch of crates, ones designated for Lactra VII, was misplaced.”

Beth cuts a glance to Hallie. The android inclines her head slightly: a confirmation. These are the ones they have been looking for.

“And you, what, just happened to notice this before any of us?” Christian asks suspiciously.

Michael meets his gaze with an unflappable coolness. “I am very good at my job, sir.”

“That remains to be seen,” Beth says. “Have you resolved the discrepancy?”

“Of course, Captain.”

Another confirmation, on Hallie’s screen, confirms that the Lactran crates are finally in their correct designation. Beth feels her racing thoughts slow infinitesimally at the news of the resolution.

“While I have an audience with you,” Michael continues, a hint of a hesitation to his voice.

When it becomes obvious that he is pausing, Beth just raises an eyebrow. It is a classic Dr. Agau expression—in the sense that Beth has felt it aimed at her several times. She knows its effects better than most.

“I was hoping to request something from you.”

Christian, Matt, Hallie, Michael. All of their eyes are on her at this unexpected development.

“Speak your mind,” she commands. It’s as Matt once said: if her legacy is one of listening to her crew, that isn’t a bad legacy.

Not that this Romulan is one of her crew, of course, but the theory still holds.

“I was hoping to spend some time on your ship,” Michael finally says. He maintains his professional tone as he explains further: “Minax, there—the Ferengi—they’re nearly ready to take over the team. And I’ve always wanted to see the stars, but I’ve never had the funds or the opportunity. Now, quite frankly, I see myself having both.”

Out of all the requests he could have made, this is the easiest to accommodate. Beth’s finely Vulcanized sense of logic instantly runs through their limited interactions. Throughout all of them, even this one, Michael’s respect and efficiency has been immaculate.

Even when she thought he was the cause of a direct crisis on her ship, he has proven otherwise.

“Michael,” she address him graciously, “this is absolutely within our capabilities here on the Spark. Commander Hans?”

Her first officer steps forward from behind her. Standing in front of her, Beth sees Michael size him up. She had not intended to summon him as a show of force, but if that is how he wants to take it, she doubts it will detract from the conversation.

“You called, Captain?”

“Get these people on our crew log, no matter how temporary. Then, see to it that Michael is granted quarters and basic citizen access—on one condition.”

This catches his attention, as it is meant to. She sees his shoulders tense up. It is a physical example of her authority as captain, and confirmation that that authority has not been tarnished during this episode.

“That the warp drive is next on your list, no matter the independence or procedure.”

Smiles break out from all at this easily-done condition. Michael dips his head, and Hans moves to stand at his side to discuss matters. Beth meets Christian’s eyes and waves a hand towards the maintenance crew, who sag in relief. He moves to release them at once.

Hallie can do as she likes—return to her normal duties, most likely. That’s certainly what Beth plans to do, but it is her choice. Just as it is Matt’s to follow Beth back up to the bridge.

She settles into the captain’s chair with finality that could be mistaken for relief.

Things are in order once again.

—

Hallie is not convinced that everything is in order.

It is not a feeling she has voiced. It isn’t concrete enough for that. Their captain has not spoken another word about the misplaced crates since it happened, and Michael has settled into life on board the ship far too well.

He shows up regularly at the bar, even partaking in morale-boosting events. He shows an active appreciation for Earth culture; on several occasions, Hallie has passed him in the halls discussing art history and famous paintings. And he is unfailingly polite. Sometimes to the point of stiff awkwardness.

None of his behavior has eased the nagging feeling that something isn’t adding up. The thought ticks at the back of her wired brain like the faintest metronome. On her next day off, she looks into it.

The Lactran crates are in their proper place in storage hold alpha now. That much is true. Whether they were put there by Michael or not, that isn’t the point. The point is that she can now engage in a silent, thorough inspection of all the crates.

Her inspection brings a troubling detail to light.

There is one more crate than there should be. That is less troubling than if she had discovered a missing crate, which would imply thievery, but it still confuses her. Their ship’s logs have always been perfect. Captain Agau’s standards are high. Hallie doubts she would miss something like this.

Which begs the question: is it intentional? If so, why make no mention of it? Isn’t that tantamount to hiding something? Perhaps the distinction appeals to her Vulcan sensibilities.

If it wasn’t intentional, and the captain doesn’t know about it, does that mean the maintenance crew snuck an extra crate aboard? Why would they, or he, if it was Michael’s doing, do that?

Finally, does Hallie have an ethical duty to report her findings?

She deliberates on this for the rest of the day. This deliberation involves accessing the computer’s archives and reading through several schools of thought on morality and ethics. It takes her the rest of the day, but the concept of utilitarianism strikes her the most.

The greatest good for the greatest number. It is a valuable principle, and it speaks directly to her goals as the Spark’s chief medical officer. Starfleet had primed her for any difficult decisions, but their idea of difficult had been “choose which lives to save.” Not “choose what to tell your captain.”

Unfortunately, it is not a decision she can make without more information. And seeing as she cannot simply crack open a crate to discover what is inside, she cannot obtain that information. With Beth, information is worth everything.

Once again, it comes down to Hallie’s inability to convey any substantial information about these findings. She doesn’t want to distress her captain with news that something may indeed be amiss aboard her ship, and these incomplete findings would only alarm her.

With her decision reached, Hallie mutes the computer’s synthetic voice. It is time for resting. Tomorrow, it will be time for watching.

Among everything else expected of her, of course. Who knows what the day will bring? There is rarely a dull moment aboard a Starfleet ship such as the Spark.

Especially not now, knowing what she knows.

—

#my writing #sole trek au #it's good to be back! who knows if the next episode will be soon or not!

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thephantomchronicles · 2 years

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Hurt Meme “who the hell did this to you?” willex pls

prompt list here

ao3 link here

tw: mentions of blood

Willie had smelled the blood before hearing the noise. Which said a lot because his ears were really accustomed to the area around him. Some naive part might have thought it had nothing to do with them, but it’d been years and Willie was smarter than that.

He was already walking to the door when he heard a thud against it and opened it right up. Only for Alex to practically fall into him right after leaning against said door.

“Oh, hi,” Alex said breathlessly, like he hadn’t just collapsed into him, covered in injuries and seriously hurt. “Could you give me a hand?”

“What happened?” Willie all but shouted, supporting all of Alex’s weight on him as he pulled him inside and closed the door behind them.

“Oh, lots of things,” Alex said with a groan as he stumbled over his feet, still though remarkably calm about the fact that he was bleeding out on their floor. Willie was just used to nervous Alex, this was throwing him off.

“Where’s your stele?” he asked him.

“Very much broken,” Alex answered as Willie tried to let him down on the couch. “Not the couch, blood is a bitch to get out!” he whined.

“I don’t care about the fucking couch, man!” Willie called out, still trying to remain calm. “Just stay there.”

“Hm, can’t really move,” Alex complied, although Willie was willing to bet that he was still worrying about cleaning off the blood.

He moved quickly, reaching on top of the fridge to grab a stele - why was there a stele on top of the fridge and how did Willie remember he honestly wasn’t sure - and went right back to Alex. He handed it over to him, making sure he was still conscious and aware of what was going on and rushed into the bathroom to grab the first aid kit.

When he came back, Alex seemed slightly less tense, although the wound hadn’t closed yet and Willie couldn’t really tell if the rune had stopped the bleeding all the way. He kneeled down next to him, having treated many wounds by now and knowing exactly what needed to be done.

“I know it hurts, but I’m gonna need your help,” he said, his voice calm and steady.

“Yeah, I know…” Alex answered begrudgingly. Because he, like Willie, had also treated many wounds and knew exactly what needed to be done.

He took a deep breath and moved up, with a choked groan, trying to help Willie take off his gear so he could actually see the damage. Willie tried to make it as painless for him as he could, but the truth still was that Alex was hurt and no matter how gently they went about it, this was still going to hurt.

Alex eventually fell back on the couch, breathing heavily and Willie was able to actually inspect the damage. The cut was long and deep, although it really wasn’t bleeding as much as it must have at first. Rune was actually working, that was good.

“Who the hell did this to you?” he said out loud while getting the antiseptic out which was also going to be a bit too painful right now.

“Demon,” Alex gasped out. “Big one. And I was off the clock, you know? Shouldn’t have to deal with that shit.”

“You always say that Shadowhunters are never off the clock,” Willie said.

“Yeah and look where it got me,” Alex said through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the pain to hit, so Willie thought it best not to waste any more time.

The second he actually made contact with the wound, Alex sucked in a deep breath, letting out a painful strangled sound. His hand flew for his face, trying not to make noise.

“You’re good?” Willie asked, his movements faltering a bit.

Alex nodded furiously with his eyes still shut. “Go, go,” he said, probably wanting this to be over as soon as possible. Willie couldn’t blame him.

He cleaned up the rest of the cut that had seemed to get less deep by the time he was done with it. Maybe it was the magical rune. Or maybe Willie was just that good. He was choosing to go with the second one.

He wrapped up Alex’s side, trying to be as careful as he could, although the hard part was over. Alex had melted back into the couch, barely moving now that he didn’t have to and trying to regain his breath.

“Alex?” Willie asked once he was done.

Alex moved his hand away from his face, looking up at him with bleary eyes. He looked over exhausted if anything.

“Yeah?” he answered weakly.

“How do you feel, babe?” Willie asked, moving a few strands away from Alex's eyes.

“Not great,” he said honestly.

“How did this happen? Did you get attacked by yourself?” Willie tried to understand.

“I was coming back… It came out of nowhere…” Alex explained, his voice drifting away. “Got to text… the others.”

“Let them know you’re okay, yeah I know, I’ll take care of it,” Willie said. “You wanna go to bed? Where it’s actually clean and comfortable?”

“There’s blood on the couch…” Alex said with a little whine.

“It’s okay, not the first time,” Willie reassured him.

“I’m sorry,” Alex insisted.

“No need to be sorry,” Willie said and got up, going to throw away all the bloodied supplies. He came back to find Alex half asleep, which was indication enough that they should move to the bedroom even if Alex was stubborn.

He picked him up in his arms, taking him inside. Alex didn’t seem to bother as much which was a telltale sign that he was seriously out of it, but also not the worst because he was actually going along with everything and not worrying about the couch anymore.

Willie put him down on the bed where he instinctively curled up on his side and then came around to sit on his own side to make sure everything was okay. He did have some things to take care of inside, but he needed to know Alex was actually fine.

“You gonna clean up the couch?” Alex mumbled, blinking up at him.

“What’s your obsession with the couch? Didn’t we want to buy a new one anyway?” Willie said, now suddenly much calmer than before.

“Not because I bled all over the other one,” Alex protested.

“I’ll take alive you over any couch any day,” Willie said.

“Yay,” Alex said with a little smile.

“And now you should probably get some rest. It’s been a long night,” Willie added. And yes, he was well aware it’d only been a few minutes.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice as he closed his eyes and snuggled in a bit closer to Willie. “Thank you,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

“I know,” Alex said. “But I love you.”

Willie couldn’t help the smile spreading on his face as he leaned down to kiss Alex’s head. “I love you too. Now please get some sleep.”

“Yeah, that sounds fun…” Alex trailed off with his eyes closed, probably already half asleep.

And well, if Willie decided to throw out the couch entirely and actually spend the night cuddled with his boyfriend… Could anyone really blame him?

#thank you🥰#new fic #the phantom chronicles #hurt prompts #jatp #julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #willie #willex #shadowhunter AU #cw blood

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soelitist · 2 years

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Crossed: Scarier [1/5]

Summary: There were Ghostbusters then. There are Ghostbusters now. The two overlap.

Day: 3 | WC: 1.5k | AO3 | Prompt: Gun to Temple; "Say Goodbye"

“Patty,” Holtzmann says on Abby’s right, her voice calm and flat in the way it always dips during intense situations. “I am so sorry. We really should have listened to you. You were right.”

On Abby’s left, Patty nods. “I always am.”

“We’re going to fucking die,” Abby tells them both.��

Holtz makes a noncommittal noise and starts popping her knuckles one by one, twisting her body to reach the hand cuffed to the pipe above her head. “Well, Erin is in the building somewhere, assuming she hasn’t already been apprehended. Which I’d say absolutely has to be the case, because it wouldn’t make sense to keep her separate.”

“Or she’s dead,” Abby says.

Patty pats her on the shoulder and says something presumably reassuring. She isn’t listening. Hunting ghosts was supposed to be the most dangerous part of the job, and that has gotten significantly less scary since the whole getting sucked into a portal mess. Getting thrown into a wall happens. Getting slimed happens even more often, especially for Erin. Getting guns pointed in their faces is not an every day occurrence nor is it one she was remotely prepared for when they came to investigate a supposedly empty and haunted house outside the city. Patty told them this was suspicious and they needed backup and they hadn’t listened. They’d just gone right ahead anyways and split up, like fucking idiots. All three of them have been caught, but Erin hasn’t been brought in by either of the two men in suits who take turns checking in on their captives every so often.

The door clicks open and all three women sit up straighter against the wall. Guy Number Two, the one who caught Abby, steps inside and shuts the door behind him. There’s ectoplasm splattered on one of his black dress shoes, stretching between it and the ground when he comes closer.

“Hey, dude,” Holtz says, kicking out at him. “I’m pretty sure this is a crime. You’re not supposed to cuff people up in abandoned houses.”

“Trespassing it also a crime,” Two responds calmly.

“Less of a crime, though, I think-”

Patty reaches over Abby to flick Holtz’s shoulder. “Don’t antagonize the man with a gun, what is wrong with you?”

“Why not?”

Holtz keeps talking, rambling on about something that Abby can’t bring herself to pay attention to. She doesn’t get why this is so much more terrifying than anything else they’ve been through together. Maybe it’s the fact that she has time to think about exactly what’s going to happen to them. Saving the world had been a blur of humanitarian duty and the blackout of insane levels of adrenaline. No other job has gotten them in trouble like this, either.

“Just shut your fucking mouth,” Two snarls.

Abby snaps back to attention in time to watch him cold-cock Holztmann with the butt of his gun, sending her listing to the side with a yelp.

“What the fuck?” Patty cries. “You’re insane!”

By the time Abby makes herself move, Holtz has managed to sit upright again, leaning heavily against the wall and bleeding freely down the side of her face. Head injuries are bleeders, Abby reminds herself, but brains are sensitive. They really can’t withstand that much beating around.

“That’s not what guns are for,” Holtz says, managing a shaky smirk even though her words are slow and clumsy. “So you’re an idiot on top of an asshole?”

Patty shifts restlessly. “Holtz, seriously, you might wanna dial it back.”

“Are you gonna shoot us? Will that make you feel like a big man?”

A flash of something catches Abby’s attention. She blinks, not sure it was real at first, but then it comes again. A small blue light, maybe a couple millimeters in size, is blinking from inside Holtzmann’s ear. There’s a transmitter in there. She’s probably in communication with Erin. The taunting is to make sure Erin knows what’s going on.

“It’s not personal,” Two says. “You’ve just overstepped your bounds a bit, is all.”

He comes closer, dodging Holtz’s kicking until he’s able to step on her thigh and effectively pin her in place. His slacks are touching Abby’s arm. He presses the barrel of his gun to Holtz’s forehead and cocks it with a certainty that makes the sound echo.

Patty inhales sharply but doesn’t speak.

Holtz does not do the same.

“Your death will be personal.”

Two chuckles. “Say goodbye to your friends.”

Abby shuts her eyes and tries to prepare herself for something no living person should ever have to experience. A loud crash makes her flinch, and she doesn’t know what she expects- perhaps a hot splash of the blood and brains from one of her best friends getting shot, or to die herself in Holtz’s place, or for Two to miss. What actually comes is a sudden charge in the air that makes her hair stand on end and the most beautiful sound in the world: Erin’s voice.

“Put the gun down and kick it over to me.”

Two looks over his shoulder to see Erin in the doorway, with all of her gear active and humming, face set. “There’s four of you?”

“Way more than four,” Holtzmann says. The gun is still pressed to her forehead, but her eyes are now shut. “There’s like a hundred of us. We already called for backup.”

It’s a blatant lie, but not one Abby feels the need to contradict. Even Erin, for once, doesn’t insist on impractical or dangerous truths.

“That’s right,” Erin affirms, even if it’s not the most convincing she’s ever sounded. “So you’d better listen to me.”

Finally, Two sighs, and steps back. His aim drops, all the way to the ground, before he puts the safety back on and kicks it over to Erin. She picks it up with an unsurprising but frankly embarrassing amount of discomfort, keeping it in her hand as she starts to speak again.

“Now you’re going to uncuff all my friends and give them their gear back. Then we’re gonna leave, and only then will we call off our team.”

Two’s eyes slide between Erin and the pitiful sight Abby, Patty and Holtz must make, weighing out the risks and benefits of compliance. As he does so, Patty nudges Abby’s shoulder, and when their eyes meet, nods subtly toward Holtz. Holtzmann, who had been so brave moments earlier, still has yet to reopen her eyes and has found an unnatural stillness.

Abby tries to comfort her, put a hand on her back, but the slightest brush of her fingertips to the shoulder of Holtz’s jumpsuit has her flinching. Erin must see it too, based on the way her eyes widen, but they’re not in the clear enough yet to do anything about it.

“I’m waiting,” Erin says sternly.

Finally, Two walks over to Patty, starting with her cuffs. He leaves them attached to the pipe even after freeing her. Abby is next on his agenda, and she can smell the sharp sting of his cologne as he leans over her. Last is Holtz, who jumps hard enough when he grabs the chain of her cuffs to hit the back of her head against the wall.

“Stop!” Abby cries, surprising herself. “Give me the keys. I’ll do it.”

Two looks back at Erin for confirmation. “Do it.” He shrugs and hands the small metal key to Abby, his calloused fingertips rough against her palm. There’s something familiar about him in a way she can’t quite explain.

“Hey, Holtz,” Abby says softly, trying to figure out a way to do this without scaring her more. “I’m just gonna get these off you, alright? Focus on breathing.”

It takes all of five seconds to do, but it feels like an eternity before Holtz’s arm drops to her side and she finally opens her eyes, seeking each of her friends in turn as if to confirm to herself that they’re safe.

“You with us, Holtzy?” Patty asks, coming around to Holtz’s other side while Erin presumably scares off Two for good.

Holtz grabs onto Patty’s jumpsuit and buries her face against her chest, hiding from the world as her shoulders start to shake. The blood stains will be hard to get out, Abby notes distantly, because it’s easier to think about than what just happened. She stands up and comes to Erin’s side.

“I thought he was gonna kill her,” Abby admits quietly to Erin. “She was talking to you with the earpiece?”

“Yeah.”

“He almost…”

“Almost. Not did,” Erin says firmly, as though trying to convince them both of the matter. “We should really get out of here, though.”

Patty must have heard her, because she urges Holtz to stand up, helping support her when she stumbles. Abby joins them, and so does Erin, until they all have a hand somewhere on Holtzmann to support her physically and emotionally on their trek back to the Ecto.

Later, they’ll have to do a lot more investigation, and possibly call in actual backup to handle the mess they encountered, but for today, Abby just wants to get them all home safe and cared for.

#whumptober 2022 #no.3 #gun to temple #say goodbye #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 2016 #fic #gun violence #violence #blood #emwrite #emwt22 #abby yates #patty tolan #jillian holtzmann #erin gilbert

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pluton514 · 7 months

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Chapter 10: A mother’s love

Hermes is wearing a golden and white plated torso with red feathered outline and white plated armored shorts with gold stripes embedded on the edges. He wore a golden helmet in the shape of a griffin. He's also relatively short, he has light skin,Hazel colored eyes, and a burn mark that reaches from his thigh to his calf. Mother grunts in pain due to the injury on her left shoulder and was bleeding heavily. She says, "Hermes where'd you take us?" Hermes replies, "We're in the outskirts of the village. He won't find us here unless we make a sound that's loud enough for him to hear." She replies, "Well, that's good to know. What about the others?" Hermes looks down and stays quiet. He clenches both of his fists, and in a soft and sad tone he says, "They didn't make it...They were collateral damage from the lightning bolts. Those things wiped out everything and everyone in an instant.I was barely able to escape it. After I did, that's when I heard you taunting Zeus. Your voice literally echoed throughout the entire village. I knew it was my queue to go and save you. Well, the three of you."

The Priest chuckles, and in a sarcastic tone says, " Ah yes, let me go ahead and commit taboo to anger the strongest God to ever exist. Surely that would end well." Mother lets go of my hand and proceeds to bitch smack the priest. She says, "Listen here you old fucking buffoon. It's do or die now, so if you're gonna start complaining then by all means go surrender yourself to the one you worship. Trust me, you'd be making it a lot easier for us." The Priest stays quiet and starts to clench his left fist. They look at each other for a few seconds. There's clearly some tension between those two. Honestly, I can kinda see why ,since he worships the god that she's trying to take down.

The Priest says, "Fuck you, you filthy woman. You tricked me into teaching you the history, and now I too must pay for your actions...no, they also had to pay the consequences of your actions...the innocent men, women, and children...You killed them all, not him. I warned you, didn't I? That there would be punishment? Yet, you still went in without thinking for a second as to what could happen. What if he got your son? You ever thought of that?" My Mother took a step back and replied, "No, that's where your wrong. If anything, I thought of every single possibility as to what the punishment could be, but this was one that I didn't see coming. Demons from the underworld were somehow released, and he's using them as an excuse to slaughter us. He doesn't care who's collateral damage, and he won't stop hunting us down until he knows that we're completely gone." Lightning starts to strike continuously in the middle of the village. We hear a loud roar come from Zeus. Hermes walks up to my mother and says, "He's gonna destroy all of the forest and mountains to find us. We have to get going before it's too late." Mother nods her head, and walks up to me. She picks me up and says, "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here without being noticed?" Hermes points at the top of the shortest mountain which was on the other side of the village and says, "That's our only shot. We have to move quickly and quietly to reach it." Mother replies, "Well, you are the fastest god so I don't see how that's a problem." Hermes takes off his helmet and reveals his sepia colored hair. He says, "If Zeus throws a lightning bolt then it'll be over for us, and the only reason I was able to save you all three of you was because I had already started running before he even grabbed the third bolt. I'm just barely faster than his lightning anyways. If I start running then he'll notice my golden trail. Another reason why he didn't notice me when I saved all of you was because my trail was covered by the flames and the fact he was already putting his attention on his aim. He knows it's me tho. I'm the only one who can escape his attacks"

Mother's jaw drops and starts to tease Hermes. She says, "Damn for the fastest god you're pretty fucking slow. How can you not outrun lightning? Haven't you been training at all?" Hermes gets embarrassed and throws his helmet into the dark. He sarcastically says, "At least I can outrun an old lady with a stick." Mother gets flustered, and replies, "Hey! That was just one time, and I was injured by the way!" She sticks out the

middle finger, and Hermes laughs, but quickly shuts his mouth. The Priest taps them both on the shoulder and says, "I just want to say that I hate you both, and I hope that after we get out of this you treat me to some good ass food." Mother chuckles and nods in agreement. She says, "There's the optimism! Alright lets get going."

We start heading into the vast darkness that engulfs the entire forest. The only source of light we have is the fire in the distance from the village itself, but that light can only reach so far so we're literally going in blind. We can hear different kinds of noises from insects and animals like crickets or hissing from snakes. The sound of wind blowing into the trees as Zeus' screams of frustration create winds that can even lift trees from its sheer force and velocity. Luckily for us, we're on a side of the forest where the winds are fast, but not strong enough to lift us. It seems that Zeus is just hoping for the best, but since he doesn't know where we are then he's just complainin like an ignorant child. The Priest trembles in fear, and in a scared, low, and trembling tone he says, "I don't want to die...I can't die here..." Mother and Hermes don't reply. They keep on moving as if there isn't an angry god going on a tantrum.

Zeus' starts to grab lightning bolts and throws them onto the already burned down village. He yells, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! HERMES!!!! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!!! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU'VE LEFT YOUR HOME?!?! I LOST COUNT!! A DISOBEDIENT CHILD LIKE YOU DESERVES TO BE PUNISHED!!! YOU KNOW, YOUR UNCLE HADES WOULD BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!!!" Thunder roars and echoes throughout the skies. Hermes clenches his and softly says, "He doesn't know what he's talking about. My uncle was a great god, and he will pay for what he did." Mother rushes to Hermes, but before she could get to him we start to fall, but before we hit the ground Hermes had already caught both of us and says, "Oh shit, Serenity you're bleeding a lot. You imbecile! What did you do?!" Mother replies, "Long story short, I fought a demon and almost got my ass handed to me. It seems that the extreme blood loss is getting to me." Hermes puts me down right next him and says, "If that's the case then we have to make it there quick."

Hermes picks up mother, and gives her a piggy back ride. Hermes asks, "Hey Pluto, you think you can walk the rest of the way?" I reply, "Yes sir! You can count on me!" I give him and thumbs up. He smiles and reaches his hand out to me. He says, "Here, you can hold on to it if you want." I hold his hand and we continue to make our way. Mother groans very quietly, and softly says, "Thank you Hermes..." Hermes smirks and replies, "My pleasure, but save your breath, ok?" Mother nods, and closes her eyes.

We walk for what seemed to be a few hours, and Zeus has been quiet for some time. The winds have completely stopped, the insects have stopped making noises, and the snakes have stopped hissing. Hermes whispers, "Halt." We all stop moving, and The Priest starts to tremble in fear. My butt clenches, and I hold in my tears. I can't make any noise or we're all dead. The Priest whispers, "Why hasn't he done anything for the last few hours?" Hermes doesn't reply, but shushes him instead.

Hermes slowly moves forward and says, "We're not alone." We put our backs against each other to see if anything comes popping out of the dark. After a few seconds of silence we hear leaves crumble. As if something was moving, but very slowly. Low growling was heard a few feet in front of me, and it got closer with every second that passed. Hermes looks into its direction, and prepared for combat. He lowered his knees as if getting ready to sprint, and held my mother even tighter on his back. He whispered, "Both of you, get behind me right now." We very slowly and carefully move behind Hermes. The Priest quietly asked, "What could it even be?" The growling grew closer, and the leaves crumbled even louder.

Eventually revealing a silhouette of a bald creature with two long arms. It crawled closer with its two long black nails, and then it stopped. We were staring at each other for what felt like years, but it was only my fear that made me think that. The creature put both of its nails in front of its entire body, and lunged itself to me, but then Hermes kicked it down in the blink of an eye. It was gonna let out a loud shriek, but before it could Hermes kicked it on its jaw horizontally. He kicked it so fast that its head started spinning which led to its vocal chords ripping apart. It couldn't make a sound. He then pierced its chest which killed it in an instant. Hermes says, "I thought Zeus killed them all, but it looks like some were smart enough to escape into the forest." The Priest replied, "Some of the demons survived...?" Hermes nods and says, "We have to be extra careful from now on. Luckily, this one was missing half of its body so it only had one heart."

Mother groans in pain, and quietly asks, "What happened...?" Hermes looks at her, and gasps. He quietly exclaims, "Serenity...your skin...its pale!! Holy shit! At this rate you're gonna die from blood loss!!" Mother chuckles, and slaps the back of his head. She says, "You fool...you really think that this...this is enough to kill me...? I ain't dying...til I know my son survives past tonight.." Hermes grits his teeth and says, "Let's hurry it up then." We continue to move forward into the woods. The Priest says, "Hey, wanna hear a funny joke?" Hermes replies, "Sure, we could use one right now." The Priest smirks and asks, " What do unicorns eat?" Hermes confused replies, "Uhh I don't know. What is it?" The Priest chuckles and says, "Greek yogurt."

Hermes stayed quiet and Mother groaned in pain again. She slowly lifted her head and softly says, "Dude...that was fucking terrible." Hermes chuckled and replies, "Well, at least he tried. Honestly I'd rather feel awkward than feel hopeless." The Priest shrugs it off and says, "Well, I can agree with that." We head forward, and the short mountain is actually visible now. Hermes says, "We're almost there. Just a little bit more and this'll all be over." The sounds of thunder start to appear out of nowhere. Little droplets of rain start to fall, and then we heard Zeus yawn. Hermes' eyes widen and he starts to shake. His face grew pale, he starts to sweat, and his breathing got even faster. He says, "I can't believe it...I thought we were safe..." The Priest replies, "What? What's going on?" Hermes stops moving, and slowly looks back at the priest. He says, "The reason why Zeus hasn't said anything, or why the winds stopped...was because he's been sleeping this entire time."

Mother replies, "It's fine, he hasn't...noticed us...ugh...yet." Hermes nods and says, "You're right. Come on, let's keep on going. We're almost there." We continue walking towards the mountain, but then that's when we heard Zeus roar louder than before. His shout which was filled with rage and hatred made the winds blow stronger than before, and rain poured harder than ever. He yelled, "I HAVE AWOKEN FROM MY POWER NAP!!! YET, I CAN STILL FEEL YOUR PRESENCE!!! SERENITY!!! IT WAS YOU WASN'T IT?!?! YOU PUT ME TO SLEEP!!!! YOU CALMED ME DOWN TO THE POINT OF SLUMBER!!! HOW DARE YOU?!?!?!" Lightning slammed into the tress behind us causing a wild fire to start. It spread quickly throughout the forest eventually getting to us. Hermes quietly exclaims, "We have to hurry now!! Before the fire catches us!!" We start to sprint towards the mountain hoping we can outrun the flames that were chasing us.

I start to fall behind since my small feet can't catch up to them. I exclaim, "Wa-" before I could finish my sentence Hermes quickly picks me up and holds me with one arm. He catches up to the the priest and runs beside him. He asks, "Hey man, you ever loved someone before?" The Priest replies, "That's a bit of a random question." Hermes smirks and says, "Just trying to make conversation while we try to escape death." The priest chuckles and replies, "Yes, I did once love a woman by the name of Seraphine. She was gorgeous, and was the nicest lady you could ever meet. She was a brunette, with yellow eyes, dark skin, she was pretty tall, and always wore a red gown. Don't ask me why because even I didn't know. We got married with four kids. Three girls and one boy. We lived the happiest eight years of our lives until my wife got very sick. She had leprosy which gave her blisters all around her body. We tried everything we could do to save her, but nothing worked. Eventually, she passed on without even getting to see her kids turn ten years old. After my wife's death, I had built the palace of blessings. She loved talking about the gods, and so I made that place as a memorial for her, but it eventually became a safe haven for the people of the village. Something about it gave it this feeling that your sins were being lifted and it made you feel free. A few years after I built the palace, all three of my little girls became ill and died on the same day. While my son mysteriously disappeared."

The priest shed a tear, but it got immediately evaporated from the heat that surrounded us. Hermes pats him on the shoulder and says, "I'm sure they'll be proud of the fact that you've been living your life, and haven't given up at all, but before I continue what's your name?" The priest replied, "My name is Zephyr." Hermes nods and says, "Zephyr...that's an interesting name. Not many have it. Your parents are very smart for giving you such a unique name." Zephyr laughs and says, "Thank you, I am honored to be complimented by a god." Thunder roared louder and lightning struck the ground again creating an even bigger fire. Mother groans and says, "Look...we're at the bottom of the mountain..." Hermes smiles and says, "Yeah..we're here!"

The priest jumps in joy with sweat dripping down from his entire body. I mean, even I'm sweating from the intense heat. Zephyr says, "Come on let's hu-" his sentence gets interrupted by multiple loud shrieks coming from within the fire. Hermes looks back and says, "What the hell?" Zephyr looks into the direction of the shrieks and says, "There's no way..." multiple demons crash through the flames revealing themselves to us. Mother looks at them, and says "one...two...four...ten...there's too many to count. We're completely outnumbered." The demons rush to us without hesitation. I can see their saliva dripping from their mouths. Their nails piercing through the ground with each step. Mother says, "Hermes, put me down." Hermes hesitates as he thinks that's a horrible idea especially with her current condition. Zephyr says, "Is this it? Is this how I go out?" Hermes lets out a sigh and puts both mother and I down.

The demons quickly surround us in the shape of a circle, and roar at us. The fire get nearer with each passing second. We all put our backs against each other, and mother says, "Hermes..make a path...leading straight to the mountain..." Hermes replies, "Yes ma'am." Hermes gets in a running stance, and takes off plowing through multiple demons. Ten demons lunge at mother, but before they could reach her she creates a shockwave from her words. She chants, "Your screams and anger shall be silenced by the shallow tranquility that lies deep within your souls." The shockwave passes through the ten demons which led them stop their attack and calm down. She took this opportunity to take off each of their hearts with her working arm, and kill them off.

Zephyr asks, "How the hell am I supposed to do anything? I don't have any weapons nor powers. I'm useless in this battle." The flames grew bigger as the battle wages onward. I'm scared and my small hands and feet can't do anything, but stand still waiting for all of this to be over. The sight of my mother fighting these monsters head on even when she's been heavily injured astounded me. I felt somewhat safe knowing that she's here to protect me. Rain pours even harder and we hear Zeus yell again in frustration. He shouts, "WHERE ARE YOU?!?! WHERE DID YOU ALL GO GOD DAMNIT!!!!" He throws another bolt into the other side of the forest creating another wild fire. Hermes plows through more demons to make sure they don't attack me or Zephyr, but he didn't notice the demon that was lurking on the outskirts of the fires. That things snuck by both my mother and Hermes eventually reaching both Zephyr and I. The demon sprints in front of me and roars into my face. I start to cry out for help, but then Zephyr shuts my mouth with his hand.

He says, "I'm done watching anyone else die tonight. I can't bare to see another child fall to the hands of these fiends anymore." The demon swings its nail to try and cut Zephyr, but he narrowly escaped it by moving backwards. He grunts in pain because it managed to graze his entire chest. He puts me down and says, "run to your mother while you still can." I do as he says and sprint towards my mother who is fighting as I move towards her. I run without looking back until I hear a shriek of pain come out from Zephyr. The demon pierced through his chest and bit his neck. It ripped it off and began to eat him. Hermes stops running and looks at Zephyr's lifeless body was being devoured by the demon without any remorse. He hold his mouth and a tears falls from his face. In the blink of an eye he killed the demon and ripped its head off.

The flames spread even closer and reached my mother. Demons kept appearing, and she kept killing them. Hermes ran to help her, but we were running out of time due to the fire. My mother says, "There's too many of them. They just keep coming, but how? I thought Zeus killed all of them?" Hermes replied, "It's the punishment. It won't be undone until the one who committed the taboo has atoned for their sin." My mother stayed quiet and kept killing the demons with Hermes. Ripping each heart out without hesitation. Hermes stops sprinting and puts his back against hers. He says, "Let me guess, you want me to buy you time?" She replies, "If you can, I would be grateful" Hermes replies, "Go to him." She stops fighting and starts running towards me.

Hermes gets rid of all the demons that try to get in her way until she eventually reaches me. She crouches down and puts her hand on my face. She sheds a tear and says, "My son, oh my perfect child." She weeps as she says these words, but she tries her absolute hardest to smile. She says, "You are the best things that has ever happened to me, ok? Don't ever doubt that not even for a second." I reply, "Mommy? Is everything gonna be ok? Why does this sound like a goodbye?" My mother's tears fall faster and she starts to bite her lip. She says, "No son, this isn't goodbye. You'll see me again someday. After you've lived your life, after you've made family, friends, and memories. You will see me again on the other side, ok?" I start to cry and reply, "Mommy I don't want you to go!" She passes her fingers through my hair and puts her forehead on mine. She asks, "Can you promise me something?" I reply, "Yes mommy anything!" She smiles and replies, "Promise me that you'll be strong. That you will live your life to the absolute fullest, and that no matter how hard it gets you remember these words. Even if I'm destined to suffer then I will face it head on, and defy the destiny that has been given to me for I will keep getting up no matter how many times I fall. Promise me you'll remember that." I nod my head, and boogers start to come out of my nose. She wipes them off with her dress and kisses my forehead. She slowly lets go of my face , and runs towards the demons. She says, "Hermes! Grab Pluto and go now!" Hermes replies, "What?! Are you crazy?! You'll die!!" Mother laughs and says, "This is this literally the only way!!"

Hermes clenches his fist and sprints to me immediately grabbing me. Mother shouts, "HEY YOU FOUL DEMONS!!! I'M HERE!!!" They all look at her and lunge at her. Her right shouldee gets pierced, her left leg gets sliced off, and her right hand gets bitten. I yell, "MOMMY NOOO!!!!!" Hermes yells, "SERENITY!!!" My mother shouts, "HERMES WHATEVER YOU DO!! DON'T LOOK BACK AFTER THIS AND RUN!!!" She takes a deep breath as the demons slowly eat her, and lets out a scream that echoes throughout the entire forest. Zeus replies, "I SEE!!! SO THAT'S WHERE YOU WERE HIDING!!!" He hysterically laughs as he lifts his hand up in the air, and brings it back down to reveal a giant pillar of lightning forming in the clouds. Big enough to destroy everything around us. Hermes immediately starts running, but everything turns into slow motion for me.

I can see my mother smiling as she sees us run away, and she has blood pouring out of her eyes and mouth. The pillar of lightning immediately hits the ground, but Hermes is so fast that even though we're in it. We can't even feel the burns. However, I can see my mother die in the distance. Her flesh melts into her bones, and the demons all start to immediately perish alongside with her. I can hear the agony in my voice as I call out for my mother, but its no use. She's already gone, and we're now too far away. Hermes wept as he ran, and murmured the words, "He'll pay." Multiple times, and got faster as he continued running. Eventually, we couldn't even see the mountains anymore. He had ran into a completely different area, and kept running. After that, my whole world started to collapse into darkness. Hermes disappeared into thin air, and my eyes closed.

Morpheus appears before me from within the darkness, and wipes a tear coming out of my eye with his thumb. He says, "I'm sorry, but this one appeared to be the one you needed to see." I stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then asked, "So why is Zeus targeting me...?" Morpheus softly replies, "I can't tell you that either. You have to find that out on your own too." I clench my fist and yell, "WHAT WAS THE POINT OF SHOWING ME THAT THEN?!?! WHY DID MY MOTHER GET KILLED BY ZEUS?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?! WHY?!?!?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION?!?! WHERE DO I GO?!?!" I kneel down, and softly say, "Where do I go..." Morpheus replied, "That I can answer. You must go to the Valley of death. There, you will meet someone who may have the answers you're looking for." I reply, "Are you sure?" Morpheus replies, "Yes, that should be it." I stand up and clench my fists. Morpheus says, "Oh, and when you find out what it is you're looking for. What is it you're going to do next?" I look at him and reply, "I'm going to kill Zeus."

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Lover's Quarrel

A/N: It’s been awhile since I wrote a piece for the Vikings fandom. Hope I haven’t lost my touch. Hope you all enjoy! Also, this one is a little more focused on Hvitserk rather than Ivar.

Pairing: Hvitserk x reader x Ivar

Warnings: Violence and mention of impregnation

Summary: A betrayal starts it all off making Hvitserk hurt and angry beyond anything else. He wants to shed blood, yours more specifically but Ivar won’t have it. He has other plans for you.

“How can she do this to us?!” Hvitserk stood up making his chair fall behind him in his sudden anger. “We’ve broken bread with her family! She grew up with us!” He paced around the room then stopped. “I love her.”

Hvitserk was trying to make sense of his love’s betrayal. He thought you’d always choose him and his brother Ivar than ever go against them. He was wrong. You chose your family over them.

“We must stick to the plan.”

Ivar brought up his hands and placed them just under his chin. He was deeply saddened by your betrayal but he didn’t want to show his men or Hvitserk just how much it was affecting him.

He needed some time alone to think of a plan to bring you back to him. One that’ll bound you to him forever without making you hate him entirely.

Once the battle ensued, Hvitserk was the first to break free and display the land red. He was fuelled with anger which showed.

When he spotted you out on the battlefield fighting too he was dead-set on what he was to do. Ivar followed his line of sight and knew that Hvitserk wasn’t in the right state of mind to face you just yet.

Hvitserk was about to rush forward but was pushed back by Ivar. They were both high on adrenaline but Hvitserk more so than everyone else. He’d been cutting down men and women left and right.

“I’ll kill her! I’ll do it!” Hvitserk yelled out, making his voice break at the end.

“No! No you won’t! I can’t let you!”

“She’s betrayed us!”

Ivar brought his head close to Hvitserk’s so he had his full attention.

“If you kill her then you’d never forgive yourself. I’d never forgive you if you do.” Hvitserk huffed at his brother but understood beyond his anger coursing through him. “Brother, look at me. I need you to listen. If you grab her we can take her as our hostage. She’s the key to all of this. Are you with me?”

“Yeah,” Hvitserk huffed.

“Do anything to get to her but don’t kill her. Got it?”

Hvitserk had a newfound intent on pursuing you. He was a man crazed with ambition.

He found your right-hand man and went toe-to-toe with him. He was a skilled warrior but Hvitserk had already configured his flaws.

He had a weak knee so that’s what he struck for. When he was brought down to the ground he wasted no time in finishing him off.

“Y/N!” Hvitserk yelled your name through the endless cries of battles. “Y/N!” He drawled out.

When you heard your name being shouted you turned to see Hvitserk standing on a hilltop by Ivar’s chariot. He held up your longtime friend’s head. He smiled displaying his blood stained mouth looking ever more menacing.

So many emotions racked through you at once. Though the sadness quickly turned to anger. You had spent many years training with the man Hvitserk killed. He was like family to you after having been placed by your side as a bodyguard.

Hvitserk watched on as he saw you striking everyone down that got in your way. He felt empowered to see how much of a fierce warrior you’ve become. He should know since he was the one who’d basically trained you.

Hvitserk jumped down from the hill he was on as you began to approach.

You faced each other down. He was breathing heavily with a bloody smile on his face. He kept gripping his sword in his hand. He was ready.

“You really want to do this?” It was never your intention to hurt him but for the sake of your people and family, what other choice did you have?

You could have always told him, that thought had never left your mind but Hvitserk was none too good at confrontation. He wouldn’t want to hear it. He would avoid it until it got too much to handle.

Then there was Ivar. He was always someone you could confide in but as of late you didn’t know if he was on the verge of being power hungry or just mad altogether.

“You’ve left me no choice.”

“I did what I had to do for my family. You of all should understand that.”

He turned his head looking at all the blood and death that was surrounding him. He looked back at you and lifted his head in the direction of the chaos.

“All of this is happening because of that decision. If you’d been with us. Things could have been different.”

“It’s just the way things have to be.”

“Oh yeah,” he sniffled and started to circle around you. “Let’s see what you can do then.”

You raised your sword just as he did the same. Hvitserk tapped the tip of your sword smiling then he swung at you.

You blocked it and tried pushing him back with as much energy as you could muster up but he was forcing all his strength down on your sword. He brought you down to one knee as you continued to block his sword with yours.

When you knew you couldn’t hold out much longer, you kicked his leg out making him drop to the floor. You quickly scrambled on top of him with your sword to his neck making him laugh.

His small fit of laughter had soon died down when you made no other attempt to hurt him. He looked into your eyes and clenched his jaw.

“Did you ever love me?”

“Of course I did.”

“More than Ivar?” Hvitserk had never bothered to hide the fact that he was always jealous of his little brother.

“The same.”

Hvitserk took your downcast look as an opportunity to flip you both over. He placed his hands over your neck shaking you.

“Tell me the truth?! After everything I’ve done for you! All that I shared! It was all for you! Now tell me who you loved more?”

He added more pressure onto your neck making you gasp. Tears were rushing from your eyes as you looked up at Hvitserk.

It was unbelievable to think that just a few weeks ago he was staring down at you in this same position, only with kinder eyes and a gentler touch ready to leave his ways all behind and go away with you.

Ivar and Hvitserk shared you but as of late Hvitserk was starting to get more possessive. He was falling harder each time. He had always been with you.

Meanwhile, Ivar did break away to be with Freydis because he believed her when she spoke lies to him.

In that time, Hvitserk claimed you as his. He had never fallen so hard for one woman and the betrayal had hit him tenfold. He took it harder than anything else in his life.

When the time came that Ivar realized how rotten Freydis was, all he wanted was you back. He became obsessed with taking you away from Hvitserk.

“You,” your answer was quiet and strangled but Hvitserk heard. He pulled his hands away and looked at your face. “It was always you Hvitserk.”

Even in the midst of battle, Hvitserk leaned down and placed a small chaste kiss to your lips. You hadn’t reciprocated which didn’t go unnoticed.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke. Before you even had the chance to speak he hit your head against the ground rendering you unconscious. He picked you up over his shoulder and carried you to Ivar’s chariot.

Once he placed you inside, Ivar was quick to inspect your injury behind your head. He placed his hand on the spot where Hvitserk struck you. He brought his fingers up showing Hvitserk the blood on them.

“She’s bleeding.”

“How else did you expect her to come willingly?”

Hvitserk was beyond irritated and confused. He didn’t know what to think or feel about the whole situation. He loved you but the betrayal is what stopped him. He wanted to harden his heart.

“You’ve damaged her Hvitserk. I didn’t want her hurt or have any more reason for her to distrust us.”

“More than she already does?! Look where we are at. We are in battle. She’s already lost to us.”

“She isn’t lost on me. She could love me again.” Ivar brushed your cheek with his fingers gently. When he smiled down at your unconscious form Hvitserk couldn’t help but become even more annoyed.

“Whatever. When we get back we’ll have her chained.”

“Chained?” Ivar was appalled by his brother’s nonchalant response. “She will not be chained like some animal Hvitserk.”

“Where do you expect her to be held at?”

“My room. We’ll keep the doors locked at all times but she will be treated as a guest no doubt.”

“A prisoner treated like a guest?” Hvitserk scoffed at the idea.

“Brother you are so hostile.” Hvitserk was unamused. “I thought you loved her?”

“She betrayed us. Lied to me!” Hvitserk couldn’t help but kick up the dirt and throw one of his daggers at a tree.

“Funny, that’s what you did to me, yet, here we are. Truth is brother, despite all you’ve done against me, there was no doubt in my mind that I’d be the one to kill you but Y/N convinced me otherwise. She saved your life.” Hvitserk paused and turned to look at Ivar. This was all news to him. His features softened and his shoulders relaxed as he thought of how you would actually do that to save him. “Once you put a baby in her, she’ll forgive us.”

“What do you speak of Ivar?” Hvitserk narrowed his brows and approached the chariot slowly.

“You’ll be the one to put a baby in her. As you know, I cannot have children nor provide any for her, but you can. If she has a baby with you then she cannot be against us.”

“You’re sick, Ivar.”

“Is it not your wish to fill her with babies and be the father of her children?”

Hvitserk rested his hand on top of the chariot as he leaned forward. “Not like that.”

“Only time will tell,” Hvitserk backed away when he saw his brother’s condescending smirk on his face. He never knew just how far he'd go until now.

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hole in the wall

In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding

word count: 7,831

a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, here’s to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!

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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.

It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.

It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an… organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.

The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.

Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.

Heroes with the savior complex were put down.

Villains were never believed.

The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.

Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.

Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.

To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.

The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.

Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.

However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.

TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,

I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!

I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO

The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.

Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.

A truly mundane member.

But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.

I'll be going, Yayorozu.

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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.

In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time.

2X28, OCTOBER 23

STARTING FROM 20:00

Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.

The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind.

With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.

An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.

A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.

His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.

“Todoroki-sama, the car is here.”

Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.

"I'll be there."

His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.

Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.

A kitsune.

"Safe journey."

"I'll be back tonight."

And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble.

In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party.

The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.

People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.

A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff.

With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.

An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.

The fuckers made this a sex party.

Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.

But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.

The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on.

"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.

It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.

"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy here—" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."

"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"

"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"

"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.

Typical cult things, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and well…" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everything—"

"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.

"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can — OH MY GOD!"

Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.

"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.

"The hoes — the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.

Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him.

"Ei, the gloryholes!"

Gloryholes?

Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.

"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.

"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.

"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"

Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.

He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.

For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.

"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.

She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.

"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our little… hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"

Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.

With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.

His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!

The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.

His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.

Shouto blinked.

Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?

Were they fucking ghosts?

"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here… you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"

Paradise?!

Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now.

"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.

"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.

But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.

He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.

A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.

Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.

A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.

Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace.

His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.

"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.

Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.

He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.

Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.

He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers — by god, what fucking fingers you had — warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.

"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas.

And you? Behind the wall?

He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.

More, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."

A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.

"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"

His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.

Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.

But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.

Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.

"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.

"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.

He could promise that to the hole in the wall.

Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.

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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.

For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.

Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.

He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak.

He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.

But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult.

"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.

This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied.

"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"

Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile.

"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.

"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boys—"

"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."

"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"

"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"

The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.

If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.

Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.

Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.

Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately.

And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.

In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.

"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.

It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.

But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly.

He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass — the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.

"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"

His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.

And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit.

Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt.

Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.

He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.

His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.

A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come.

Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.

If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.

He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked.

"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"

Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.

With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall.

Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder.

His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.

And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing.

"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"

It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.

Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"

Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.

He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.

She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.

"How do I get into the rooms?"

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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.

But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly.

There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored.

The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.

And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.

"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha

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Payback

Rowaelin Month, Day Five

A/N: Yall I'm dying. I didn't even wanna write today and I kinda forced myself to and I'm not proud of myself for this but I just wanted you to have something so yep. Tomorrow's will be a lot angstier and sadder than this one, so soak up the very light fluff I'm giving you till you can

Signing off, goodnight yall

Word count: 3,614

Aelin hated the underground car park reserved for the residents of her building. It was dark, so narrow that you had to do at least a hundred swerves to avoid taking any corner and scratching off half your car, and it was impossible to find a spot when everyone came home in the evening after hours and hours in the office and parked as they saw fit while still thinking about the thousands of pieces of paperwork that would be waiting for them at their desks only nine hours later, sometimes taking up more than two spots at once.

The only reason she still tried to park down there was that there was a flock of pigeons in the trees just outside their block of flats, on the main road, which had made a nasty habit of shitting on anything - or anyone, on some unpleasant occasion - that stopped for more than five minutes under the thick branches. A perfect hiding place for birds, that no one had thought to warn her about when she had moved in only a few months earlier.

She had deemed herself lucky the night before, when she had returned before anyone else and found the lot completely empty. She'd been so happy that she'd driven around a bit down there just for the hell of it. She'd pulled up next to the exit, thinking it would be easier to get out the next morning.

She hadn't anticipated the three assholes who had parked so as to block her path in every conceivable way.

She grunted, banging her fist against the steering wheel when she realised she still wasn't clear, and put the car into reverse for the twelfth time, before changing gear and driving three inches forward. And so on, and on, and on, until she managed to steer the face of the car towards the exit and let out a satisfied howl.

She started up the slope towards the road, taking her eyes off the driveway and distracting herself for a moment to choose which radio to listen to, when the car hit something and the dull sound of the bang echoed throughout her body, propelling her forward.

Aelin squealed, hitting the brakes hard enough to cause a high-pitched squeal, and soon the smell of burnt plastic filled her nostrils.

The car shut off and she pulled the handbrake vehemently, getting out of the car and trying to figure out which wall she had hit, already cursing every deity that had ever existed. She didn't have enough money to afford a repair, and she knew perfectly well that the dent would be there for months before she let any of her friends help her.

She wrinkled her brow, noticing how no side of the car was touching walls or columns.

"What the..."

And then she heard it, a grunt of pain.

She opened her eyes wide, running around the car and finding a man on the ground.

To the view of a head full of stark white hair, the fear she’d just ran over one of the oldies that lived on her floor stuck her. But then the person got up on their elbows and she let go of a sigh of relief.

But still, she had just runapartment someone over. She hurried his way.

"Oh, fuck." said Aelin, approaching the stranger. The man pulled himself up to sit, bringing a hand to his face, on his cheek, where a cut was bleeding profusely on his shirt.

"Holy shit." muttered the guy, looking up at her, "That hurt."

Aelin was frozen in time, her hands to her gaping mouth, looking for the right words.

When he tried to stand, swaying a little, she pushed through the fog in her mind and truly looked at him, searching other injuries, but not failing to notice his sheer handsomeness.

The man looked like he’d been made in heaven.

She shook her head, mentally reprimanding herself – now was not the time – and started talking.

“I’m so so so sorry. I didn’t see you there and- oh god, you’re bleeding. You need me to rush you to the hospital? Fuck, you think you broke something?” the words just kept flowing and flowing. “Where were you even going? Why didn’t you just got out of the main entrance? This fucking parking lot. I swear we have to call the landlord and have him put some lights down here. Your shirt,” she grimaced, eyeing the blood standing out on the white fabric. Aelin looked him in the eye, “I have a very similar one upstairs? You want me to go fetch it for you, I could-”

“Jesus Christ!” he yelled, putting his hands in between them, forcing her to step back, “Shut the fuck up!”

Aelin’s mouth closed shut and her eyebrows raised so high she felt her skin pull on her temples. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes popping out.

This man. Sure, she’d just ran him over, but no one had ever talked to her like that.

“I’m fine.” he grumbled, “And I live in this building, I’ll go take my own shirt, thank you.” He took a deep breath, brushing off his trousers and bending to gather his stuff that had scattered around during his fall. When he lifted his head again, he gave her a tight smile and his piercing green eyes stared at her with an intensity that had Aelin’s toes curling in her shoes.

“Have a nice day.”

He then proceeded to walk away, leaving Aelin alone in the darkish driveway.

She looked around, hoping to see someone who could confirm that it had just been a figment of her imagination, but there was no one.

Getting back in her car, Aelin started the engine and drove up to the street, chewing on her lips, “What the fuck just happened?”

***

Aelin had thought all day about the mysterious man. She hadn’t been able to focus during her meetings and hadn’t even finished one of her projects. Something that she sure as fuck knew her boss would make her notice and work her ass off to make up for once word got to him.

Her day had started off so bad she knew it couldn’t get any worse, but she’d been wrong.

Her assistant had spilled coffee over her only finished drawing and herself. One of her coworkers had decided today was the perfect day to quit her job and pile her projects on Aelin’s desk. Then she’d gone out for lunch with some of her friends and it had started raining so heavily she’d been forced to stay in the office, only eye-eating the mouth-watering dishes her friends had posted on their instagram stories. They’d made it to the diner just before the sky cracked open.

And, the cherry on top, someone had keyed her car.

She’d been on the verge of tears when she’d spotted the red stains of her neighbor’s blood on the parking lot floor when she got back home, but she didn’t let any fall.

She had a date.

And she wouldn’t let all these little things get to her and ruin what could possibly be the best night of her life.

One of her life-long best friends had set her up on a blind date with one of her boyfriend’s best friends. She’d promised the man was the perfect match, someone Elide thought would keep her on her toes and match her overflowing personality.

Aelin had been hesitant at first when Elide hadn’t wanted to give her a name, or show her a picture, claiming she’d go all FBI style on him and ruin their first meeting, but she’d also promised Aelin she’d met the guy a few times and he’d been nothing but a gentleman.

And she had heard so much of him she felt like she’d known him her whole life.

Some of the things Elide had told her, she’d liked better if she’d found directly from him, but Aelin was a picky woman and she wasn’t risking another date with a creeper.

She pulled up in the restaurant’s parking lot where Elide had reserved the four of them a table and turned off her car, clutching the wheel. She took a deep breath. And another.

She was still a little worked up and all the pent-up emotions of the day were threatening to spill over the surface any minute, but she could make it past dinner and then have her little monthly breakdown in the peace and quiet of her apartment.

She fixed her lipstick, tightened up her ponytail and let two strands of hair cascade on the side of her face. She blew herself a kiss in the mirror, “You can do it.” she whispered as a short pet talk.

She got off the car, pulled out her phone to check if Elide was already inside and she was so focused on the screen she failed to notice someone backing up right in front of her until it was too late.

The car only bumped into her hip, but it was enough to make her lose her balance.

Aelin merely had time to register what was happening that she found herself lying in a puddle of rain and mud. She closed her eyes at the dull pain on the back of her head, but she knew for a fact the hit hadn’t been that bad.

She lifted her arms up, looking down at the wet spots on her dress, darkening by the second. Her seventy euros purse soaking up the water all around her.

The tension behind her eyes just increased when she heard the driver’s door open and someone step out of the car. She couldn’t have stopped the sobs even if she wanted to.

“Miss? Oh god, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

Strong arms circled her waist and pulled her up in a standing position. She brought her hands to her face, her body now racked by her crying as she tried to get a handle of herself.

“Miss?” the voice called again, now nearer. “Are you hurt? I didn’t-” the man talking stopped suddenly and Aelin looked up, not seeing anything through the tears. “You.”

And then it hit her.

That voice.

She knew that voice.

She ran her hand over her face, rubbing her eyes and staring right back at the man she had ran over that same morning.

Her mouth fell open.

He was looking at her with an amused expression and Aelin couldn’t find the words once again.

What was it with this man and his ability to take her ability to talk by just showing up?

He had a transparent band-aid on his cheek, his cut far less severe than she had thought, and his eyes were glistening with mirth. He was wearing a simple black pair of jeans and a dark green t-shirt, but he was even more handsome than in his work clothes.

Aelin was taking rushed, trembling breaths, and she was about to kill this man with her bare hands. Shred his skin off his bones and have him beg-

“I guess we’re even now, uh?”

His attempt of a joke flew over her head and she charged at him, a scream lodged in her throat.

His eyes widened and he took a step back when she flung her arm at him, trying to hit him. His hands closed around her wrists, blocking her from causing him more harm that she’d already done.

“You asshole!” she was screaming at the top of her lungs. “You ruined my dress!”

Aelin lifted a leg, more than convinced to kneel his balls, but he managed to block her blow again, infuriating her even more.

“I was about to meet the love of my life and ruined my fucking dress!”

He tried to push her away from him, still squeezing her wrists, and his brow furrowed.

“He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. He’s a pediatrician! He loves children! And he has a cute fucking dog my friend said I would love and cuddle the shit out of! Her name is Fleetfoot and she’s a golden retriever and Elide knows I fucking love goldens. And he’s from Orynth, just. Like. Me!” she got louder and louder with every word she spit out. “And he’s tall, and handsome and he’s the perfect match! And I deserved this one night!”

The man was now looking at her with a dumbfounded expression, his hold slightly loosening.

“I’m so done with this dating thing and I’d finally found him and you!” she shoved a finger in his chest, making him retreat a few steps. “You wanted your payback so bad you ran me over with your car!

“And now he’s gonna take one look at me and think I’m a fucking psycho! I bet my hair are the most disgusting thing he’s ever seen and my make up. Oh fuck, I must look like a panda.” Aelin started crying harder, laying her hands flat on the man’s torso, pushing her head to his chest. “I look like a fucking panda.”

She tried to speak again but her mind just couldn’t form any coherent thought, until she felt the man’s arms closing around her shoulders. He stepped closer, running his hand up and down her back, whispering something she couldn’t really hear over her crying.

Aelin didn’t know how much time she spent in the stranger’s embrace, but when the gravity of the scene she’d just made in front of him downed on her, she felt her body flare up in embarrassment.

That was her life now?

Having mental breakdowns in a dark parking lot after someone she’d ran over with her car had returned the gesture and then making them console her?

She detached herself from the man and for a second she thought she’d felt him hesitate before he took a step back. And another, leaving her standing her in her soaking wet dress and her puffy, surely-red eyes. He bent down, picking up her purse and handing it to her.

She lowered her gaze, not even daring looking at his shoes and closed her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

The man made a sound of surprise, “Why would you be sorry?”

Aelin wished she could die on the spot. Evaporate out of existence.

“For hitting you. Or at least trying. And crying all over you.” she said and then grimaced. She ran a hand over her face. “I just had a very hard day and I wasn’t even sure I wanted to come, but this guy seriously seems like he could be the missing piece to whatever the fuck my puzzle-life is. I didn’t want to take a raincheck and have him thinking I’m not serious about this.”

A beat of silence, “I’m sure he would have understood.”

She shook her head, keeping on talking as if he hadn’t even been there, “And now I can’t go in like this.” she passed her hands on her dress, the tears building up again in her eyes. “Plus, Elide didn’t tell me what he looks like, cause she thinks he’s a real snack and wanted to see my face when I saw him for the first time.” she was bordering on pouting, “That means he’s gotta be smoking hot or I’ll be so pissed at her.”

The man snorted loudly, “A snack.” he hummed, “Maybe I should meet your friend and thank her.”

Aelin’s head snapped up, “Oh no, she’s taken.” she shook her head vehemently, “Like so freaking taken. I swear she and her boyfriend have been together for a whole of three months and they already act like a married couple.”

He nodded, a lopsided smile on his face, “I know the kind.”

She’d been so absorbed by her talking that she hadn’t noticed she’d stopped crying.

She breathed through her nose and clasped her hands together, before reaching one out towards him, “I think introductions are needed. I’m Aelin.” she offered a tentative smile.

His hand engulfed hers, shaking it with impressive gentleness. His smile grew even larger if possible and Aelin was starting to think she was about to het murdered.

But then he said his name and the world ceased existing around them.

Their hands still moving up and down between them.

She tilted her head forward, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

He licked his lower lip, “I’m Rowan.”

Aelin closed her eyes, holding her breath.

She squeezed his hand before releasing it. She took a step back, wishing for the ground beneath her feet to crack open and just eat her whole.

“I’m gonna go kill myself now, if you’ll excuse me.”

His laugh reached her ears with painful speed.

Rowan.

She couldn’t believe it.

Well, she could. The man laughing his heart out at her expense was probably the most handsome person she’d ever seen in her entire life.

At least Elide hadn’t lied about that.

“A tad dramatic, if you ask me,” he said as his laugh died down. He pointed at the restaurant behind him, “You want me to go fetch the married couple so we can go back at the appartment and you can change? I’m not against you walking in there with this outfit at all,” he gave a pointed look, matched by a shit-eating grin that seemed to be etched in his lips, “I’m not gonna think you’re a psycho, not for this at least, and I’m ready to fight everyone who looks at you the wrong way. But you look like you could use the comfort of a warm house.”

Aelin looked up at him with a questioning look, trying to understand if this man she’d just tried to maul was seriously offering her options, letting her choose after everything that had gone down so far between the two of them. As if still giving her a chance.

Rowan arched a brow, looking around and glancing back at her, “Aelin?”

Oh, fuck.

She had been oh so not ready o hear her name from his lips.

She nodded and he smiled, leaning down a bit.

She could smell his cologne from here.

“Yes to what? Me calling Lorcan and Elide or getting inside even if you dripping wet?”

Holy fucking shit, this man shouldn’t have been allowed to say the words dripping wet.

She stilled herself.

What the hell was she thinking? She brought her hands to her face, “Please call them and let’s head home. I’m so fucking tired.” a yawn broke her sentence, as to prove her words, “And I’m freezing in this skimpy dress.”

Rowan rushed to her side, “Oh, god, sorry for not offering sooner, here,” he opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a huge blue sweater. Without even waiting for an answer he snatched her purse from her hands and shoved her head in his sweater.

Aelin felt better right away and gave him a big smile.

Rowan answered with one of his own and of course he had to be this perfect and more.

“I’m sorry for ruining your dress, I’ll make sure they wash it carefully when I take it to the laundry. If you’d let me.”

She nodded faintly, exhaling the panty-dropping smell of his sweater.

“And I’m hoping to see you wear it again once we finally get to go on a proper date.” he smirked, “I bet you looked amazing before I went and ran you over.”

Aelin chuckled, shaking her head, “You truly are a gentleman. Elide wasn’t exaggerating.”

Rowan’s demeanor changed completely and Aelin feared she’d said something wrong, but he averted his gaze as if he was embarassed.

“I’m sorry for this morning,” he said. Aelin almost tripped on her feet. He was sorry? “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that but I was just coming back from the hospital and Elide was right saying I work with kids, but I’m not a pediatrician, I’m a pediatric surgeon.”

His gaze grew dark as he looked over her shoulder, avoiding meeting her eyes at all costs.

“Yesterday night we lost a eight years old and I wasn’t really there when you hit me with your car. I didn’t mean to yell at you like I did, it was just-”

Rowan couldn’t finish his sentence that Aelin lunged for him, hugging him as tight as he’d held her a few minutes before, hoping she could relieve some of the pain that was surely clutching his heart. She felt him sag in her arms and hold her in turn.

She was glad she could offer some kind of support.

“It must be hard.” she whispered against his chest.

Rowan nodded, hitting her head with his chin, “It is, but it’s part of the job. The only way you can live with something like that in your baggage is knowing you did everything you could to save them.”

Aelin could feel the emotion lacing his every word and tightened her arms for a moment before freeing him of her embrace. He silently thanked her and told her he’d be right back with their friends.

The second he was gone she realized she couldn’t wait for when he’d be back and they could keep talking.

She’d never felt this way before. Not this fast at least.

Sure, she had loved all her exes, but this. This was different.

There was something there, a connection.

And while he walked back to her, Lorcan and Elide in tow, a bright smile on his handsome face, she couldn’t help but think she was ready to find out all about it.

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aalbedo · 3 years

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injured!tartaglia x reader (part 2)

part two of this

request: Hello I absolutely loved your one shot of Tartaglia helping an injured reader sdjgksjfkf if you don't mind I'd like to request a part 2 where reader asks him the story behind that big scar he pointed out? Maybe reader finds HIM injured and returns the favor and asks about his other scars while they treat his wounds?? Ahaha reader's just like "fuck I can't just leave you here to bleed out but don't you dare think this means I care for you or anything" lmao

format: two-parter (again, read part one first)

ship: tartaglia x reader

tags: fluff, reader is the traveler-ish (a completely separate character from aether and lumine, but still the traveler, does that make sense?), author forgets basic wound care halfway into the fic

warnings: blood, mildly graphic depiction of injury, stitches and needles

words: 3027

notes: hey so uhhhhhhhh i kinda went off the rails with this one, i didn't really follow the prompt in some points since uh... the part about the stories behind the scars... i kinda forgot about that... or like... eh you'll see, anyway, - banner still fucked up it will be fixed i prommy

Despite the high number of hilichurl camps, abyss mages, fatui agents, ruin hunters and ruin guards, Lisha was still one of your favorite places to explore, it was full of treasure chests to open, sweet flowers to pick and ore to mine. Plus, the atmosphere managed to still be peaceful, the open fields where the sun would shine uninterrupted for hours and hours on end were your favorite place to sit down and bask in the sunlight.

Your leg was still recovering from the tough hit you had taken a few weeks prior, which meant that you had to take more breaks while adventuring. Not that you would complain, taking breaks, putting some numbing cream on your wound, eating some reinvigorating food and drinking fresh water was just as satisfying as exploring.

After resting for about half an hour, you decided to get up, careful not to put any pressure on your injured leg. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked north-west, towards the road to the chasm.

In the distance, you started hearing sounds of fighting, and as you got closer to them, you could see a tall figure fighting not one, but two separate ruin hunters, with a bow. It was too far away to see the person’s face, but you had half an idea of who it could be.

Then, out of nowhere, a bright purple flash, and in less than a second the ruin hunters were both on the ground, completely destroyed. Yep, it’s Tartaglia.

You thought about turning away and changing your direction before he could see you. You had already reluctantly thanked him for helping you that day, as well as paying for your medication out of his own pocket, but you still felt like you owed him a favor that you really did not want to fulfill. He was still the guy that almost destroyed Liyue, and made you fight for your life, despite everything.

Until you saw him fall to his knees, and as he turned to face your direction you could see his chest covered in blood.

You acted on instinct, ignoring your brain telling you to leave him alone, that he could tend to his own wounds, and you sprinted towards him. He may be an asshole, but you just want to avoid him, not leave him to die.

He was resting his back on a wall, head thrown back. Even from far away, you could see that he was breathing heavily. That same backpack you had seen on him the day he helped you was now sitting next to him, his left hand already rummaging through it.

His head shot up, he had definitely heard you coming towards him, his eyes widened as you kneeled down right in front of him and got a better look at his condition. You could see a cut crossing his chest, from his right shoulder to the middle of his torso, right over his heart. His grey coat was soaked in blood, as it pooled on the bend of his hips and slid down to the ground.

“So you do care about me.” he broke the silence, struggling to talk through heavy breaths and groans. He was completely out of breath, covered in blood, definitely in pain, and all he could think about was joking.

“I don’t. Just because I hate you, it doesn’t mean I want to see you dead.” You didn’t have time to get mad at him. “Also - I owe you a favor, I guess.” The only thought in your head was to help him, so you did not think twice before quickly unbuttoning his coat and undercoat and moving them out of the way.

You got a look at his chest and through the blood you could see several other scars, most of them looked years old, a few of them looked pretty large, carving his chest and abdomen. You wondered if his entire body looked like this, and why his face didn’t.

“Like what you see?” he joked again, his voice sounded hoarse, strained, very clearly struggling to talk. You sighed, couldn’t he just shut up for a minute?

You turned to your own bag to pull out anything you might need to help him. Potions, numbing cream and even a stitching kit laid next to you. You had bought the kit after that day, and started learning how to stitch wounds.

“No,” you dismissed him again. He whined quietly, you weren’t sure if it was because of your response or the wound.

All of the sudden, you felt… fear? Fear of what? Him passing out? And anger, at the fact that he wasn’t taking the situation as seriously as you were. He could easily die from this wound and all he was doing was making jokes.

You quickly started cleaning the blood with a cloth in one hand, while holding a bottle of antiseptic potion in your left, ready to pour it on top of the cut. You were being quick, passing your hand over his chest as fast as you could, trying to gather all the blood while avoiding the open skin, but there was so much of it that in mere seconds the cloth was soaked and completely useless.

You looked up at him and he was staring at the ground, his eyes completely unfocused. “Childe,” you called him and he squeezed his eyes closed, “try to stay awake.”

“Easy to say,” he muttered. At least he was awake.

You threw away the bloody cloth, and poured the antiseptic potion directly on his scar with no warning. Despite knowing that you were just helping him, a wave of guilt washed over you as you heard him cry out from the pain and throw his head back, wincing again when he hit the wall.

Half a bottle of potion and another clean cloth drenched in blood later, the wound had completely stopped bleeding, and you finally breathed out all the tension you were holding in your body.

His face, and body, were completely pale from the blood loss. His mouth was agape, eyelids half closed - looking at you, he sighed, barely letting any air out. You glared back, but by the way his head was positioned, you couldn’t help but look at his lips, the way they moved slightly every time he breathed out, they seemed so… soft, sweet. You brushed aside a thought that had snaked into your brain. His mouth curled up and he barked a laugh, but he stopped immediately and groaned again. Had he noticed that you were looking?

“Don’t laugh, it’ll hurt you,” you reminded him as you threw away the second blood drenched cloth.

“Sure,” he replied, voice still strained. “Whatever you say.”

You find a third cloth, the only clean one you had left, used some water from your bottle to make it damp and used it to wash your hands.

“Don’t talk either,” you looked at him as you opened a small glass jar containing numbing cream. “What were you thinking, being here alone and fighting two ruin guards?” He opened his mouth. “Don’t answer, you’ll tell me later.”

“I was just collecting some debts when those two attacked me.” He groaned again.

“I said, don’t talk if it hurts.” You made it clear from your tone that you were annoyed at the way that he was acting.

You dipped a couple of fingers into the cream, and hesitated before placing your bare hand on his chest, carefully placing the cream around the wound, so that he would not feel pain when you would be stitching it closed. As you got a better look at the cut, you noticed how the skin had been basically mangled, it looked like it would not be an easy recovery.

“You look like you know what you’re doing,” he pointed out, before groaning again. You were starting to wish you had taped his mouth with something.

“Because I know what I’m doing, I’m not an idiot. And you’re making me regret helping you, just shut up already.”

“Make me.”

Your hand froze over his skin. You moved your eyes back up to him, trying to decipher his expression. Was that an invitation, or just teasing? He hadn’t even tried to put on a smug face, his expression just looked tired and worn out, which made it even harder to decipher.

The longer you looked at him, the weirder it would get, you would have to do something before it got awkward and that thought from earlier slammed back into your head.

You wanted to wish you had run the other way, but the truth was that you were glad you hadn’t. Maybe it was all of the tension you had accumulated while seeing all that blood flow out of him, maybe it was the heavy lidded look he was giving you, but you placed your clean hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes widened, mouth parted ready to say something, but, before he could, your lips were on his.

The kiss was fast, you pulled back almost immediately and averted his gaze right away. You could feel him staring at you as you put your hand back into the jar and picked up some more cream.

“I didn’t think you would actually-” he didn’t finish the sentence.

You quickly caught a glimpse of his expression before focusing on taking care of the wound. You contained a laugh as you saw him look absolutely dumbfounded and flustered, he had seriously been rendered completely speechless by what could barely be considered a kiss. If he hadn’t lost that much blood that day, his cheeks would definitely be red.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe what had happened either. You couldn’t believe you had even done it. You could’ve just laughed it off and kept medicating him in silence. But you were glad that you didn’t.

Neither of you uttered a word for a while, and even though the atmosphere wasn’t explicitly awkward, you wished he would say something. After a thick layer of numbing cream and several minutes of silence, you finally gathered the courage to look back at him. He was clearly pretending to look away, as if he hadn’t spent the entire time looking at you working.

“Is the pain gone? Can I stitch it now?” Your voice came out unexpectedly soft. You touched the skin around the wound, waiting to get a reaction from him.

His head snapped back to face you, and he nodded. “Can’t feel a thing,” he said as he touched his own chest. “I can stitch it though, if you wa- Ah!” He lifted his right arm, the injured one, and immediately stopped mid-air, “fuck- shit, not this,” he almost yelled.

“You ripped a tendon.” You gently took his right arm, putting it back down for him, and looked at his shoulder. “I’ll stitch it, don’t worry - I’ve learned.”

He didn’t say anything, and you took it as permission. You opened the kit you had bought at Bubu pharmacy weeks prior: recurved needle, thread and tweezers. You could feel Tartaglia’s gaze on you as you struggled passing the thread through the needle, but in the end you managed to do it.

As you hovered over the wound, your gaze fell on a large scar, the one that would normally be visible from over his coat on his neck, and it went down over the left side of his body down until his hip. It looked pretty old, but it was still very visible.

“Can I ask you… how did you get that?”

“Mh?”

You pointed at the scar with your pinkie and slightly traced over it, “this scar, what happened?”

He followed your finger with his gaze, and kept his eyes on the scar even as you moved back to the still open wound. “Oh, that?” You passed the needle through the skin and pulled it out on the other side. “I was 14.”

You saw some blood trickle from the cut as you carefully pulled the thread and passed the needle through one more time. By the way he had spoken, you felt like he was going to continue talking, so you didn’t interrupt.

“Uhm, when I was 14, I-” you heard him pass his tongue over his lips, “the Abyss, you know.” You nodded quietly as you passed the needle through a few more times.

“You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” you reassured him, you knew that it was a pretty sensitive topic, or at least you imagined it would be. You stitched a few more loops with ease, getting progressively more comfortable with what you were doing.

“It’s fine, I- I was in-” his voice was starting to shake the slightest bit, but you noticed the change of tone in his voice.

You finally reached the end, and you cut the thread, tying it tightly at the end. You put the needle and the tweezers back into their container.

“I had to fight this… huge- and when-” once you looked up at him, you realized how lost in thought he was, looking at his scar, unable to take his eyes off it, he was probably getting some flashbacks. “I-” his voice cracked, his lower lip trembled ever so slightly, and you could not bear it anymore. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the side of his face and dragged him in for an actual, proper kiss.

He fell right into it and reciprocated immediately, placing his left hand on the side of your waist. It was sweet, and tender, and you got a better feel of what his lips were like: just as soft as they looked.

You pulled back first once again, and as you got to look at his surprised face, eyebrows raised and everything, your mind started racing. You had just kissed not just a Fatui, not just a Harbinger, but the Harbinger that had tried to kill you, that manipulated you and that nearly destroyed Liyue for the second time. And he was sitting in front of you looking like an idiot.

You couldn’t figure out what you were feeling, but there was something going on deep in your chest, and stomach.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you quickly clarified before he could say anything. “Neither of them do, they were just to shut you up.”

“Were they?” he asked. And just like that, he came full circle back to the false smugness.

You really, really did not want to think about the weird feeling that was growing in your stomach. “Look at what I got from Baizhu.” From your bag, you pulled out a thick strip made out of cotton and a small vial full of Slime concentrate.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“What do they mean to you?” you bit back, waiting to see if he would face the question himself, or back out like a hypocrite.

“What did you get from Baizhu?”

You both chuckled, and you noticed his bare chest rising and falling back down as he laughed. “He said it’s a new type of bandaging, you use slime concentrate to stick it to the skin.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t love the sound of that, actually.”

“I was skeptical too the first time I tried it, but trust me - it’s much more comfortable.” You heard him sigh in defeat as you already spread some of the slime condensate over the strip, and set down the half empty vial. “It won’t hurt.”

“Do you promise?”

He looked into your eyes with a relaxed expression, you looked right back. “I promise,” you replied with a kind smile, before turning your attention to the strip and stuck it over the wound, carefully placing it so that it would cover the entire cut.

“All done,” you said as you started getting up, but you felt a hand grabbing your arm, another one grabbing the side of your face, and tugging you back down, and before you could realize it your lips were once again on Tartaglia’s.

You couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss, his lips were still soft, and at that point you felt like you could get used to them. The kiss was exactly as gentle as the one before, you could feel your fluttering in your chest as Tartaglia’s thumb started gently rubbing your cheekbone.

He pulled back first this time, and as you opened your eyes back you could see a wide smile on his face.

“Sending me mixed signals, huh?” you pointed out.

“I told you, I never had anything against you personally,” he said as he put his clothes back on, trying to fix them as much as possible, despite the very clear cut on his chest and the blood covering them completely.

“I’m gonna need some time before I’ll believe that.” You got up and reached down a hand for him to get up. “You’re gonna need to prove it to me.”

He grabbed it with his non-injured hand and stood up beside you. “While you take your time, care to walk me to Bubu pharmacy, so I can buy some of these sticky bandages?” he asked, a wide smile still on his face.

“Sure,” you simply replied, picking up both of your back and tossing them over your shoulder.

You watched him move his injured arm slightly, to figure out how much he could move it. Unsurprisingly, not much.

He hummed. “I’m gonna have to take some time off from duty, hopefully they won’t kill me for it,” he said in a joking manner, but you could sense that he wasn’t kidding about the killing part.

“Well,” as you both started walking back to the harbor, you got an idea, “you could use the time off to show me that you truly don’t hate me.”

“Like what?” You could feel his gaze on you.

“Like, we could go out for dinner,” you suggested, keeping your eyes in front of you. “In a completely neutral way, and then see what happens from there.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’s a plan, then.”

#likes; comments and reblogs are incredibly appreciated!!!#next one is gonna be albedo x reader again lmao i cant leave the man alone #i'll try posting once a week i guess #more than that i just cannot do #genshin #genshin impact #genshin childe #gi #genshin tartaglia #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin tartaglia x reader #how many fucking tags #x reader

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angelguk · 3 years

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Omg pleaseee write the jock jk playboy bunny costume idea u had 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼😩😩💗💗

lemme do a quick little thing 4 u :)

featuring: oc and jk being dumb lovers, chayoung (the female lead from vincenzo) as seed of doubt, anniversaries and a playboy bunny costume. somewhat mature towards the end but only because jk see's sexy gf and cannot help himself.

This is a stupid idea, so incredibly stupid that you're considering jumping out of the bathroom window right now. A four-storey jump may result in various injuries (or potentially death) but it would be a far more welcomed out come than leaving Jeongguk's bathroom in this stupid costume.

You don't know why you bothered to listen to Chayoung's drunken blabbering. The moment you'd mentioned your upcoming one-year anniversary she's launched into a spiel about how young love never lasts, or how the roots for future foreboding break-ups were planted during the first anniversary. Her words sowed a dangerous seed in your head, one that was nurtured by Jeongguk's sudden distance. You could tell he was stressed, weighed down by the daunting options before him. Coach wanted to push him to try for the national leagues, his parents wanted him to take a step back and focus on his degree, and Jeongguk, after one quiet evening at yours, had confessed he didn't know what he wanted at all. It hurt to see him like this, usually such a sure and confident soul suddenly staggering and lost. But what could you do apart from hold his hand as he walked forward and help him up when he fell? There was nothing else you could offer, you knew his parents and their concerns were sensible but those same concerns made Jeongguk wonder if they ever believed in him in the first place.

So maybe that's why you're doing this, in hopes of rekindling a spark you feel dying and taking Jeongguk's mind away from everything that burdened him – just for one night.

It's oddly quiet in his room. You'd scuttled right into the bathroom the moment you'd picked him up from practise, complaining that you needed to shower before you commenced your usual shared evenings. Jeongguk had just nodded, quiet and mulling, his eyes absent. It had made something twist in your gut. The whole entire day, from the moment you woke up to right now Jeongguk had not mentioned one thing about your anniversary – not even a text or a bouquet no matter how subtly you hinted. It hurt, but it was proof Chayoung was right. And perhaps the only think that could fix this ship before it sunk was her stupid, stupid idea.

You can only stare at yourself in brief swift glances, grimacing every time you catch the reflection of those white ears standing at attention on top of your head. The fluffy tail attached to the back of the costume was making your butt itch too. Even with those criticisms you knew deep down that you looked good... Surprisingly so. The body of the costume was black satin, shimmering under the luminescence of the bathroom lights. It fit perfect over each curve and roll, hugging your waist just right. Coupled with a pair of fishnets and the fact that your boobs looked exceptionally great today (perks of ovulating) you were a sight to behold.

So even if Chayoung is irritating as hell you had to give some props to her.

"Y/N?" The knock that follows it startles you, sending you lurching forward hard enough that your hip bangs against the counter-top.

"Y-yes?"

"Are you okay?" He sounds tired through the wood, weathered away despite his concerns.

"Hmm? Yes, I'm good–I'm good. Just give me a sec."

A pause, you hope you locked the door because normally Jeongguk would have barged in not bothering to knock.

"Okay. Hurry up though I'm hungry and I ordered food. It's here and if you don't come out I'll eat it all."

"Already? It's here?" God, how are you going to disrupt Jeongguk's chicken nights with a playboy bunny costume?

He makes a noncommittal noise. "Yep. So hurry, I'll really eat all of this if you don't come out soon."

The handle burns your palm when you finally grip it, tummy swimming like you've chugged a series of vodka shots. Jeongguk should like this, right? He calls you bunny all the time, even Chayoung had noticed it (hence the horrifying costume you were currently donning). So wouldn’t he like it? And it was a cute little anniversary surprise, at least you were doing something unlike Jeongguk.

You take in one deep last breath, heart pounding in your head, before you twist and handle and swing the door open, a forced sneaky smile slipping onto your lips.

It falls right off the moment your eyes land on Jeongguk's bedroom.

Either he's the fucking Flash or you've been camped in the bathroom for too long because somehow he's managed to turn his messy room into a perfect romantic dinner spot. He's got the lights turned on to a low rouge, lit candles scattered around the place (which is a fire hazard but the warmth blossoming in your heart is ignoring that), a couple cushions on the floor flanking a heart shaped picnic basket where you dinner presumably resides. And then you glance down, something bright bursting in your chest when you see the red petals lining your path from the bathroom right to the picnic set up.

His back is turned to you, his phone in hand which he abruptly presses on. A melody fills the room a moment later, the song low and familiar. You know that song, that's your song.

Jeon Jeongguk will be the death of you.

"Now if–fucking hell." Jeongguk turns before you can stop him, the grin on his lips evaporating when his gaze lands on you

Oh. Oh. You wilt in a second, floundering against the bathroom door frame in a attempt to hide you bare (and bunny costume covered) body.

The silence that follows is unbearable, sinking deep into your gut as guilt rises to the surface. Jeongguk planned all of this and all you did was wear a stupid sexy costume.

"I–" You start, but his brain must of started working at the same time as yours because he catches that sentence with his own statement.

"You–" It's coated with disbelief, and your tongue gets caught in your throat when he exhales heavily, head falling into his hand. You watch with a sore heart as his fingers comb through the loose chestnut curls, tugging and yanking at his scalp as if his brain was falling to pieces.

"Jeongguk," you finally murmur, meekly padding forward, the shame you feel eating you inside out. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin this. I'll change just give me a second."

His head snaps up when you say that, gaze sharp, almost terrifying as he surveys. "Why should you change?"

"W-what?"

"I said," he rises then, slowly moving forward as if not to startle you, his eyes never straying from your body. "Why should you change?"

"Because I look dumb," you return. "And I ruined your great anniversary surprise with my stupid one."

You only notice it then, how his jaw ticks, his head tilting to the side slow. Like he's holding himself back.

"You think you look dumb?" The question itself is innocent but the tone Jeongguk delivers it in is not. You can feel the words in your throat clumping together the longer he looks at you like that, his doe eyes different – dark and spilling with something that has you quivering, your eyes shifting away.

"Answer my question." A firm but gentle hand on your chin, guiding your gaze back to his.

"Yes." It's silent in his room, the low hum of the song bleeding into the thumping of your heart against your ribs.

"Why would my baby look dumb wearing a bunny costume? Huh? It's fitting actually, since you are my bunny."

"Yeah," you try and lighten it was a small laugh, noting the way Jeongguk is staring at your lips. "But this was dumb anniversary surprise. Yours is much better."

You see it click in his head then, like he wasn't hearing a single word you were saying before.

"You did this for me?" Jeongguk questions, eyes dipping to your chest.

"Obviously, who else would I do this for."

"No–I meant, this, this is for me? This was meant to be a surprise for me?"

"Yes," you repeat. "I'd do anything for you. Now let me take this silly thing off so we can have dinner first." You twist away then, but Jeongguk snatches you right back, your frame colliding with his solid chest, firm massive arms holding you in place. The squeak that erupts from your lips lands into tight air, a sudden tension thrumming in your veins. Jeongguk's hard against your ass, erection grazing the downy tail attached to the base of the costume. There's a palm placed steady around your neck, trapping you against his while his other hand idly explores, sparking little fires along your skin as it journeys from your chest down to your stomach before settling right between your thighs.

There's nothing in your head except how massive he feels behind you, wandering hand gentle but eager a certain roughness appearing when his lithe fingers press through the fabric, toying with your clothed clit. It's a promise for what's to come, judging by the quiet groan that melts into your skin from his throat as his hips buck into you.

"You don't know what you do to me do you?" It's whispered softly, mimicking the ginger kiss he places on your hollow of your throat.

If you could think sensible words you would speak but right now everything is loud and roaring and words feel to heavy for your tongue. So you hum instead, whimpering when his fingertips circle your clit.

You can feel the smile on his lips. Hear it in what he says next.

"I should show you then, shouldn't I?"

#ask #anon #au: jock!jaykay #ehhhhh #well!!#jungkook x reader #:3 #i hope u lik dis #not edited of course i wrote dis rn

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