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ravensliterature · 1 year

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You Better Live

A/N: Lol I lied

pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

warnings: Just some fighting

w/c: 1329

Prompt: You find Thorin in the midst of the fight with Azog. Is it too late to save him?

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You could make it; you have to make it! Thorin, Fili, and Kili were on Ravevnhill and you needed to make sure that they were alright. Thorin was going to be livid you were running up the mountain to save their behinds but you couldn't help to be worried. If they died, the line of Durin ended.

You could hear shouts from on top of the hill and swords clashing. This caused you to pick up your pace. Hopefully, you weren't already too late. As you arrived at the summit of Ravevnhill, you could see someone lying on the ground. It looked as though it was a dwarf but you couldn't see his face from where you were standing. You took a deep breath and began to run towards him as fast as you could. He hadn't moved and he wasn't breathing so you assumed he was dead.

"Fili!" you sobbed seeing his lifeless form. His eyes were open but glassy and he had been stabbed in the back which was bleeding profusely. Your stomach dropped. He didn't deserve this. You were too late to save him. No matter how long you waited, he would still not wake up. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you continued to look at your friend.

You were snapped out of your trance when you heard a shout. You unsheathed your sword approaching the fighting. As you ran and the shouting got louder, you realized you recognized that voice. The grip on your sword got tighter. Thorin and Azog were fighting. Thorin was using Orcrist and it appeared as if he was losing. Azog was using his axe and was swinging wildly at him. You quickly pulled your sword into an offensive potion and hid behind some rocks. If you could get close enough without being seen Azog could hit you with his mace.

You held your breath for a few moments before making your move. You slowly approached and crept closer to them. You could see Thorin's feet and Azog's arm mace coming towards him. You jumped out from behind the rock and swung your sword at Azog's head. He turned around and saw you. He raised his mace and swung it at you. You dodged and slashed at his arm. The movement seemed to have distracted him. As he swung again, you ducked under the blade and sliced upwards through his shoulder. A cry escaped his mouth and he collapsed to the floor, but he would get up at any second.

You ran over to Thorin to check how he was doing. He looked fine, panting with a couple of cuts on his face and body but nothing serious. He looked at you and nodded. There would be time to grieve later. Right now both of your top priorities were making sure the other survived this. Azog stood up with his sword in hand and started attacking again.

This time however you prepared yourself and blocked all his hits. You knew it was unlikely to win, but if you kept fighting you might just win. You tried to attack back as well but he was faster than you gave him credit for. With every stroke he aimed at you he managed to land one hit and cut you with another. Thorin grabbed Azog's ankle and tripped him while simultaneously slashing at him with his sword. That bought you enough time to throw your sword directly into his chest.

Azog staggered backward in shock. He clutched his chest with one hand and proceeded to pull out the lodged sword from his chest. He glared at both of you in pure hatred. You watched in horror as he threw the now useless sword away and charged toward you two once more.

The two of you backed away slowly, trying not to let yourselves be cornered and attacked by him.

"Y/N, be careful!" Thorin shouted.

"Trying my best!" you replied. Azog lunged forward, aiming a swipe at your face. However, you avoided it last minute. He then attempted to stab you with the sword in his hand but missed because he was slightly off balance. You retaliated by stabbing him with a knife you pulled from your boot. He yelped in pain before attempting to use his shield to block you but he lost balance and fell back onto the ground. You quickly retrieved your blade before running towards Thorin, who still stood there with his sword raised.

He quickly thrust his sword straight into the center of Azog's torso. You watched as Azog struggled to breathe. As Thorin pushed his sword deeper into Azog's chest you saw Azog reach for your sword that he tossed to the side earlier. Thorin's eyes widened realizing as well and he hastily stepped back but he was too late. Azog's hand closed around your sword and he brought it to Thorin's chest.

Your heart stopped.

"No…" you whispered, tears prickling your eyes.

Azog and Thorin pulled their swords out respectively. Azog was dead but Thorin was gravely injured. He turned to stare at you, his somber but with a smile.

"Thorin," you said.

He began to walk your way but after the first couple of steps, his feet began to stumble. Thorin reached out for support but failed to maintain his balance and stumbled over. You ran to his side.

"I'm sorry Y/N," Thorin whispered.

A single tear slid down your cheek and onto your chin.

"No…" you cried as you pulled Thorin into a hug.

"I love you," Thorin said, wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you too," you whispered, burying your head into his chest.

After a moment you removed your head from his chest and wiped away your tears.

You were crying for him but you knew there was no point in mourning yet. Instead, you hugged him tightly again and kissed the top of his forehead.

"You can't leave me," you murmured, stroking his hair lovingly.

"I know," he replied before pressing a small kiss into your hair. "You'll never lose me."

"But I do."

"Never," Thorin stated firmly as he cupped your cheek. "I will never leave you, I'll always be with you."

Thorin lifted your face so he could look you directly in the eyes.

"Now promise me." he pleaded as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You stared deep into those irises of his.

"I promise I will forever and ever stay by your side in life and death," you whispered.

Thorin smiled before planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

"That is good enough for me." he declared.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss and then began trying to lift the dwarf.

"But I am still going to try to save you."

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It was time for your yearly return to the graves of the fallen. Those who fell during the Battle of the Five Armies were buried deep below Erebor in the crypts. You take the twins there every year so they can connect with the ones you'd lost.

"Mom!" Frerin yelled from the other room, "It's time to go! I want to see father!"

You chuckled, Frerin was always excited about this.

"Okay sweetie, but give us five minutes! I'm doing your sister's hair!" you called back.

Frerin rolled his eyes playfully, walking to the room you and Dili were in. You put some finishing touches on Dili's hair and gave her a little bow.

"Thank you, mom," she said smiling.

"Anytime dear" you replied. "Now we should probably go, don't want to keep your father waiting."

You didn't know you were pregnant during the battle. There was some guilt at first realizing you put your children in danger but ultimately you were happy. You were thankful that you got to spend the rest of your life with your beautiful children. You were ready to become a mother. But right now, today, was the day for your family. Today was the day you reunited with your lost ones.

You walked with your children down, stopping at the end of the long staircase when the crypt was in sight.

"Remember, behave." you reminded.

They both nodded before entering the crypt together yelling, "Father!" You followed shortly after seeing Thorin standing in his royal garb. His face lit up upon seeing his children. He ran towards them and scooped them both up into his arms causing them to squeal and laugh with joy. He placed kisses all over both their faces and you had to hide your tears. They were your joy.

After they were set down you knelt next to the graves of both Fili and Kili. Fili's was decorated with golden ribbons that had been carefully picked out by you and Thorin. Kili's was decorated with silver ribbons. It was their favorite color. Fili's and Kili's were adorned with gold and gems and silver flowers arranged elegantly.

Their names were engraved on the side of their coffins.

"We miss you both very much," you said softly. "I wish you could see this. We're proud of you two and hope you find peace."

"I know they did, my gem," Thorin said, coming beside you while still holding the children. "And I'm glad you continue to honor them."

You nodded.

"Do you think they can hear us?" asked Frerin, looking up at Thorin and giving a tiny smile.

Thorin nodded.

"Of course, they can darling," he said. "They're watching over you always. Just like me."

Your heart clenched with love and gratitude. You hated that Fili or Kili was gone but you knew they were likely happy.

They would have loved the twins.

"Come on. Let's bring the little ones home. It's about time for bed" said Thorin, putting them back on the ground.

Together you all made your way up the stairs. Once you reached the top of the staircase you turned back to wave goodbye to them. As you were waving Frerin looked back at you curiously.

"They love you, mommy," he asked.

You froze and a smile bloomed on your face.

"I know, baby," you replied before hugging him tightly.

After letting him go you continued walking down the hall, leading to the living quarters where your family slept.

They may have been gone, but you knew they were happy like you were. You knew they watched as your family grew. And one day you hoped you would meet them again.

Not today, but someday. For now, you were going to enjoy every last moment with your family.

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amunyan · 4 months

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It took me much longer this time to finish this chapter. But I wantet to bring out all remaining endings at once...

Enjoy reading :)

Love me not him -7c

(coming from 6c)

More than a week has passed since you last saw Mereoleona or Leo. Much more since you spoke to Fuegoleon... Not because you were avoiding them, or because the Royal Knights mission had gone wrong or something. No. Maybe yes. But this was another story. It was your own mission that went horribly wrong and left you half dead...

After Mereoleona left HQ for her mission with the Royal Knights, you went on your own mission; patrolling in another city. But when chaos broke loose, you found yourself fighting your own squad members. Not only that. While you were trying to fight them and not seriously injure them, you also had to protect the inhabitants of the town. Especially a group of little children...

The last thing you remembered before you passed out was an excruciating pain in your spine, sucking all the air out of your lungs, and the sudden heat of a great flame coming to your aid...

Your vision became blurred and you began to throw up. All you vomited was blood. But you noticed the person with flame magic. Though you thought this was the end, there was now a feeling of relief and safety as you collapsed and were swallowed by the darkness...

Your body hurt, especially your chest. Like a burning sword stabbing your lungs, making the very act of breathing difficult and painful. Tingling felt not only in your fingers but also in your head when you opened your eyes. A blur of a wooden and unfamiliar ceiling was the only thing you could see before you sat up under your own moaning voice. The whole room was spinning and your fingers clung to the covers of your bed. Hoping to make it stop. Nausea crept up your throat and you burped, but luckily you didn't throw up.

"Where am I?" you asked yourself, grabbing your head with one hand before looking around carefully - another rollercoaster ride would be too much - to find yourself in a room that looked like an infirmary or something. But not in HQ or the Capital City - you'd recognize those. You noticed a chair next to the bed you were in, when you looked over to the other side. Sitting on the chair; Fuegoleon.

"What? Fuegoleon?" You whispered and held your breath. "He is here? He is awake? How?" Fuegoleon was dozing on the chair next to the bed, but as he heard your voice he slowly opened his eyes. A soft smile of relief appeared on his face when he saw you.

"(Y/N)? You are awake. I am so glad."

"I could say the same. What are you doing here? I thought you are still asleep? I... I thought..." Tears welled up in your eyes. "I thought I had lost you... I am so happy to see you again. To talk to you again. I... I missed you so much, Fuegoleon." Tears streamed down your face and as he approached you, you could not hold back any longer. As soon as Fuegoleon was close enough, you fell around his neck. Crying and sniffling. He was taken completely by surprise, but carefully, so as not to hurt you, he put his arm around you and sat down on the bed. The hug was tender, yet so tight, as if he was afraid of losing you again. You stayed in that moment for a while. Surrendering to this feeling. You consciously felt him so close to you for the first time. His warmth, the familiar scent of cinnamon and his strong arm. But seconds later, both of you are startled, especially Fuegoleon, who apologizes for being indiscreet and holding you closer than necessary.

But you shook your head and looked at him gently but firmly. "Don't worry about it. I started it. I hugged you first. And..." You blushed a little as you looked away slightly. "It was kind of... comfortable. I liked being held so close to you. Also... I am so glad to see you awake again. Even if it is a bit strange to see you with only one arm." At the same moment you were alarmed by your own words. Ashamed, you turned away and added: "You're alive. That's all that matters. Sorry, I didn't mean to be mean..."

Fuegoleon was about to say something about your rude comment, but you ignored him.

"Fuegoleon... I never meant anything mean towards you. I only wanted to be close to you, to see you happy and to help you wherever I could. I have always liked you more than you can imagine. You made me so happy when you asked me to help you with all the paperwork. You trusted me more than anyone. And yet; it took me so long to find the courage again after failing so badly."

You looked at him again and took a deep breath before confessing your feelings for him. Loud enough not only for Fuegoleon to hear, but also to make him blush. Also the spell he wanted to show you, a arm completely made out of his flame-mana, got a little out of control, so he stopped the magic before burning down the whole room. Still with rosy cheeks, he quietly cleared his throat before looking at you. A gentle smile appeared on his lips. "You always seem to know how to surprise me, (Y/N). I really like you, and not just because you're so reliable. You've become really strong in the last few years - I'm a bit jealous that it was my sister who helped you, but..."

"Huh?" You looked at him with wide eyes. He felt caught and scratched his cheek a little sheepishly. "There is no need for that now. What I wanted to say was that I am fascinated by your strength. Not only that - it seems you are beginning to believe in yourself and how your self-awareness affects your magic. Miss Theresa told me how well you fought the elves to save some orphans from her church. "

Fuegoleon really managed to change the subject while he actually wanted to give you an answer to your confession. And in such a way that you didn't even noticed. You just sat there, wondering what he was going to say, when your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

An old lady with a large scar across her face entered the room. You noticed her, despite or perhaps because she was wearing a nun's habit.

"Miss Theresa?" You looked at her questioningly and didn’t understand why she, a former member of the Crimson Lions, was taking care of you. Theresa was surprised to see you awake. With a look of relief, she approached you and the young Capitan and asked how you were feeling. "I'm glad you're still alive, (Y/N)”, she added. "My healing magic is not very strong compared to others and your wounds were quite serious. You were stabbed in the back and your right lung was punctured in the process..."

"What?” Your body started shaking. “That’s why it hurt so terribly and made even breathing so painful.”

Theresa looked at you. She could tell from your thin, shaky voice that you still needed time to fully recover from what had happened to you.

With a bad headache that came with the shaking of your body, you slowly began to remember. Fragments of a fight came back to you...

It was the day, the chaos broke loose. The day Mereoleona set off with the Royal Knights, early in the morning, to defeat the eye of the midnight sun once and for all. You remembered how you still looked after her, how she was gone for a while and hopefully you had some peace and quiet.

But also had some work to do; a control run in another Town, Nean, were Miss Theresa lived at the church. You weren't really motivated, but your younger companion from the order was. "Because now that the kingdom's strongest mages had left, I had to work at least twice as hard as usual," were his words. The comrade of the lions was a soft giant with a very delicate steel power. Like his character...

That was a thing you worried about. Was that a good idea? Sending off all the strong mages at once? Perhaps that was the reason for the unease that slowly settled over the city like a gloomy fog.

And your feeling came true when Balbo, the younger comrade from the order, attacked you with his steal magic. You didn’t want to fight him, but you hat do protect yourself.

But his physical strength alone was enough to bring you to the ground. He overpowered you with ease.

You swallowed and a cold shiver ran down your spine as you thought of him again: “He had always been as strong as a bear... but he had never used his powers like this. Not only that he was so much stronger than me, his mana felt strange. As I lay there, he looked at me with hateful eyes. He probably wanted to end it, but his attack failed. For whatever reason... Then, with a scream and a seeming struggle with himself, he ran away. Like as if he was fighting against something inside of him. As if he didn't want to hurt others... But the other thing inside him was stronger. He lost to this thing inside him and attacked a group of children...”

You, who were on his trail through the narrow alleys of the city, found him in time. Without hesitation, you stepped in to save those children and managed to save them. Even to stand up against your comrade. Long enough to tire him out and reactivate the one spell you thought you had lost forever. You managed to turn your defensive spell into an offensive one. Thinking you had won, you told the children they were safe. But then you felt this sharp pain in your back.

"At the end, when I felt to the ground and my vision was blurred, there was this person with flame magic who saved me." Carefully, you looked up at Fuegoleon. "If he is awake... Maybe he was the one," you thought. You wanted to believe it. Even though it was no surprise that Theresa was now telling you that she was the one who had found you so badly hurt. The children you had saved live in her church and she takes care for them.

"I managed to defeat this young man with an instant to help you as quickly as possible. I tried my best to save you, (Y/N)".

You gulped and tightened your grip on Fuegoleon’s arm. You did not want to imagine this again. No wonder your brain did everything it could to forget about it...

“But… why?” you asked with thin voice. “Why was he attacking me and even some little kids? Why was is not only him? There were so many people who suddenly fight against friends and loved ones…”

"There was a spell cast by the elves. They managed to bring back the souls and even the power of their dead people. That's why some of us grew this immense power and used it without hesitation against other humans," Fuegoleon explained to you with serious face. “But don’t worry – it’s over now.”

"Oh... I see," you murmured. But then you noticed how Fuegoleon's expression slowly changed from one moment to the next. He was now looking at you like a dog, with a beaming smile, begging for treats. You looked at him in confusion.

"You really did a good job helping those children," he now praised you.

Yet you waved it off. It was only natural to help others. Even if it was stupid of you, weak as you still are. "Besides, I was hurt so badly. If Miss Theresa had not been there to take over, it would not have ended so well. So don't praise me for this stupid action," you replied. Mostly to hurt yourself again with your own words. But it didn't work.

"Hey... Don't do this all the time”, Fuegoleon looked at you hard. “It hurts to see you like this. Don't make yourself worse than you are.” Miss Theresa crossed her arms and looks at you too. She just nod silently in agreement.

"We were all so worried about you. Leo, Mereoleona, Theresa, even Balbo, who hurt you. But especially me," Fuegoleon said. “Please, (Y/N). Believe me when I tell you that you have grown so much. Even if you have been hurt. There's no shame in that. Giving up would be. But as I know you, you will never stop helping others and you will only grow stronger in the process. Just..." He blushed a little, and cleared his throat. "Just one of the many things I treasure about you." You also looked at him, while blushing badly. Than your look wandered to Theresa. She looked back and forth between the two of you before a meaningful smile flitted across her lips. “I think I’m a little redundant here…”

Epilog Fuegoleon waited patiently for Theresa to leave, before he faced you again. „I still owe you an answer“, he said sheepishly. "Like I already said. I cherrish more than your helpfulness towards others. It's only one of so many things." His voice was gentle, while his hand found its way to yours. "You are smart, dependable and always there for others when they need help. People can always count on you. I can always count on you. I am glad to have you by my side. And that we feel the same for each other..."

"Huh?" In disbelieve, with big eyes, you looked at him. Tears well up in your eyes again. But this time because of joy.

Fuegoleon said he no longer needed to hold back now, that the issues were cleared up, and kissed you gently. You couldn't believe your luck and gave in to the kiss, even though your body still seemed a little too weak to hold on. It was literally breathtaking and you had to gasp for air far too soon. Even if you had waited too long for this moment and this feeling...

Of course he noticed and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. "Take all the time you need to recover, (Y/N). Don't push yourself too hard. Even though we both slept for so long, we still have plenty of it. Our time together is just beginning.

Love-Ending with Fuegoleon <3

hank you everyone who read the story to this point or even just the final chapter :) I hope you enjoyed it.

#black clover #creative wrting #x reader #fuegoleon vermillion #x fem!reader

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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2k12! Leonardo x Waterbender! reader

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“Woah! That’s a sub-spacial endo particle disrupter!” Donnie cries out in amazement, watching the Kraang disguised as identical-looking men in suits get out of the van they were in.

The turtles and Y/n had come across a suspicious van while on patrol. Y/n had suggested they tail it upon seeing the Kraang driver, and they were now hidden on a nearby fire escape.

“Is that an ‘Oh no’, or ‘Yay’?” Y/n tilts her head, perplexed by the string of words that had just come out of Donnie’s mouth.

“Well, in the hands of the Kraang, it’s a definite oh no.” Donnie puts down his telescope and turns back to his brothers with a grimace.

“Why? What does it do?” Mikey asks.

“The disrupter can desynchronize sub-atomic resonances which invert polymolecular structures, causing them to implode!”

Y/n’s eyes glazed over, and she looks at Donnie blankly.

“It makes things go boom.” Raph summarizes for a baffled Mikey and Y/n, both of whom finally nod with understanding.

“Technically, it makes things go zhueeee-cheeuu!” Donnie clarifies, pressing his lips together to create the sound of a pop.

Now everyone stared at him blankly.

“It’s important to be accurate.”

Leo shakes his head, signalling his brothers to get ready. Y/n grips the handle of her wooden sword tightly, eager to put what she has learnt so far from Master Splinter into practice. She crouches down, popping open the mouth of the water bag she kept slung on her hip beside the sword’s sheath. Her fingers twitch, anticipating Leo’s signal.

“Get in position guys,” Leo commands.

“Ready...” Leo presses his foot down, adjusting his weight.

“Let’s just do this!” Raph states impatiently, and they all move. The four turtles leap off of the fire escape, somersaulting down and landing perfectly in a practised formation.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.” Y/n shakes her head in amusement, bending a stream of water in front of her. She exhales steadily, her breath starting to freeze the water below her into a smooth bridge that led down beside the turtles. She jumps off, sliding down the ice gracefully. She hops off it, unsheathing her wooden sword and holding it in the most threatening manner she could muster.

She freezes, noticing the sudden appearance of a few other people on the other side of the Kraang. Leo and his brothers noticed this too, and both sides paused, staring at the other in bewilderment.

“That’s a fish,” Y/n states the obvious, looking at Mikey who nods.

“It’s a long story.” He whispers. “I’ll drop the deets later.”

Y/n looks back at Leo with an expression that seemed to contain both acceptance and defeat at this new discovery.

“Fish.” She mutters, shaking her head with a sigh.

She was done being surprised, especially after meeting (and helping) a talking alligator the other day that Mikey grew attached to.

“Kraang and Fishface and Dogpound?” Raph is overjoyed. “I must be dreaming, pinch me.”

Mikey obliges, sneaking his hand up and pinching Raph’s cheek.

“Ow!” Raph instantly reacts, smacking Mikey's hand away and punching the back of Mikey’s head lightly, the latter letting out a similar cry of pain.

“You said-!” Mikey defends himself but is quickly cut off when Dogpound, Fishface, and Foot soldiers charge towards them.

Y/n charges at the Footbots who were aiming to attack her, covering her wooden sword with ice in an instant. She swings firmly, whacking away one Footbot after another and stabbing them in the abdomen.

She uses her water whip to catch one running towards Mikey, pulling it away and slamming it against the wall.

“Thanks!” Mikey calls out cheerily, avoiding a sword to the face from another Footbot.

Y/n had taken care of the Footbots on her end, and she runs over to Donnie who was fighting the Kraang. He takes them all down easily, and Y/n slows to a halt.

Donnie notices this and chuckles. “Sorry Y/n, gotta be faster next time.”

Y/n rolls her eyes with a smile, sensing someone approaching her. She uses the butt of her sword to hit them in the abdomen, turning around and slamming the tip of her sword into the head of a Footbot.

Y/n hears a cry from the rooftop, noticing someone shrink away from the edge when a random blast nearly hits them.

She slips away from the fight, seeing as Leo and his brothers could handle themselves without her. Reaching the rooftop, Y/n notices a man in a pink shirt struggling to open the door that led downstairs.

“Are you okay?” She asks, scanning him.

“Wh-who are you?”

“I’m Y/n. You’re injured.” Her gaze lands on his arm that had scratches on it. “Don’t move.”

Baxter Stockman shrinks away from the beautiful stranger he had just met, eyeing the dangerous wooden sword covered in ice that dangled in her grasp. He watches her set it down and flinches when she takes his hand. He’s had enough experience with the Shredder’s goons to feel fear from a simple touch.

He shuts his eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to hit. Instead, he was greeted with a cool sensation on his injured hand. He opens his eyes, seeing what he dubbed a miracle.

“H-how?” He stammers out, Y/n holding her hands over a bubble of water that encapsulated his hand, the scratches and scrapes from when he had fallen down from Dogpound’s intimidating threat now disappearing like magic.

“There you go.” Y/n smiles gently, releasing his hand once it was all healed. “You do know I’m not one of the good guys, right?” Baxter moves his wrist, his hand feeling brand new.

“Yeah, but you were hurt.” Y/n shrugs. She hears a loud commotion from the fight, turning her head to see the van driving off. She starts towards the edge of the rooftop to the next building, ready to give chase.

“W-wait!” Baxter is unsure why he stops her. His hand is outstretched but doesn’t reach the girl. “Thank you.” He drops it, the act of kindness she had shown him was foreign in this line of work.

Y/n spares him a smile. “I’ll chase them from the rooftops.” She calls out to Leo who’s surprised she’s even up there in the first place, but nods.

She jumps to the next rooftop, leaving a stunned Baxter Stockman behind.

He watches her run off, the feeling of awe dissipating into curiosity. “Water powers?? I have to know more.” He murmurs to himself, equations and formulas running in his head.

“I must capture her.”

A while later back in the lair, an exhausted Y/n and turtles return from their chase. Y/n had tripped over a brick on the roof and landed flat on her face, which resulted in her losing the van. Leo and the rest were unable to catch up to it too, and they returned to the lair in defeat.

Now, they all sat in the dojo on their knees in a straight line, Master Splinter walking behind them. Y/n straightens her back subconsciously when he nears her, sitting in a more upright manner.

Master Splinter holds a long wooden katana, stopping at Donnie’s back and holding it up. “Dodge.” He had instructed simply when they all sat down earlier.

One by one, he held the sword above each turtle, forcing them to anticipate when the wooden blade would land on their head. Donnie, Mikey, and Raph had all been hit, but Leo had managed triumphantly to evade and roll out of the way.

It was now her turn.

Y/n takes a deep breath, closing her eyes. The wooden blade hovered dangerously above her head.

Master Splinter swings down, and she hears a small whoosh of the blade cutting through the air. She leans to the side, feeling the small gust the force of the blade creates as it swings past her cheek.

She feels her body land on her side, now laying down in her sitting position. “Good.” Her sensei praises.

“What’s the point of this anyway?” Raph rolls his eyes.

“Evading a sword you cannot see, demonstrates the ability to sense your enemy’s intention.” Master Splinter explains calmly, unfazed by his son’s irritation.

“I already know my enemy’s intention sensei — to take me down.”

“No. Knowing that your enemy will strike is a given. But sensing when he will strike can mean the difference between victory and defeat.” Master Splinter states firmly, watching his son.

“Hai, sensei.” Raph sighs in reluctance.

Y/n and Leo fist bump each other from the success of their evasion, the two hurriedly bowing with the rest when they see Master Splinter walk away.

“How did you do that?” Mikey asks Y/n excitedly.

She laughs shyly, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’m not really sure, I guess since we were always on the run from Ozai’s armies and a lot of other enemies, I just naturally developed it.” She lies through her teeth, hoping that Mikey doesn’t notice the obvious flush on her cheeks.

Mikey hums, accepting the answer at face value.

“Hey Donnie, how’s the progress on the portal back to my home going?” Y/n asks, trying to change the subject. The said turtle is surprised by her sudden question, approaching the two.

“Well... To be honest with you, it’s not going well.” Donnie admits, hanging his head.

“That’s okay, just let me know if you need any help.” Y/n smiles softly at him, hoping that he didn’t feel too pressured by her question.

Donnie nods gratefully, heading back to his lab to continue fixing the Kraang orb. Leo feels relief blossom in his chest, shame quickly taking its place when he realises that he was relieved about Donnie not having fixed the orb yet. He heads to the couch, sitting down with a hushed groan.

A few nights later, they were on patrol again hoping to catch the Kraang’s van. The five leapt over rooftops and ran along the edges of buildings, Donnie stopping when he spots something.

“I got eyes on a big fish and a large dog,” Donnie calls out to the rest of his brothers.

“Dog? Where??” Y/n asks, eagerly making her way to stand beside Donnie. “Aw man, it’s just Dogpound and Fishface,” Mikey complains, causing Y/n to frown.

“What are they doing out in the open like this? I think we should proceed with caution guys.” Leo determines, his eyes closed in thought. He opens them to see only Y/n in front of him, the space between his brows crinkling in confusion.

“They uh...” Y/n gestures to the street sheepishly. He looks in that direction to see his brothers engaging in a fight against Fishface and Dogpound, causing him to groan.

“Let’s go.” Y/n nods, feeling Leo take her hand as he jumps down. He catches her gently as they land, letting go quickly. Y/n stares at him, puzzled by the sudden treatment. He doesn’t offer an explanation, jumping into the fight.

She joins Raph, the two standing opposite Fishface.

“Where were we? Oh yeah, I was turning you into fish sticks!” Raph taunts.

“Actually, I believe I was turning you into turtle soup.” Fishface hisses back.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to turn you into pickled fish!” Y/n scrambles for a similar taunt, gloating when she finally finds one.

“What she said!” Raph agrees, even though he found the very idea disgusting.

Fishface growls and Raph charges at him, landing a kick on his side and sending him stumbling back. Y/n sends a stream of water towards Fishface, bending the water to grab his mechanical foot and tugging on it. It sends him down and knocks the breath out of him.

Looking up, Y/n spots Leo, Mikey, and Donnie having knocked down Dogpound, and the two villains get up. They both run away down the street, and the other three join her and Raph.

“They’re running away!” Mikey points out.

“Oh, they’re not getting away that easy,” Raph growls. He runs after them, but Leo and the others hesitate.

“Raph, wait! Something’s not right!” Y/n calls out to him, but he brushes it off, too far away to clearly make out what she was saying. She frowns, turning to Leo.

“Something’s off.”

“I know, but we have to go after him.”

“We could be walking into a trap though.” Donnie chimes in.

Y/n sighs. “Well, let’s go.” She starts running after Raph, the rest following suit. They follow Raph to an abandoned warehouse, skidding to a stop when Raph suddenly halts.

“Alright.” A gravelly voice speaks up, “You got us.” Dogpound walks out from behind a pillar, Fishface revealing himself as well.

Y/n looks around warily. Something was definitely off. “Guys, we should really get out of here.” She warns, her gut twisting in suspicion.

“Ths is way too easy.” Leo agrees.

“Why’re you always worrying?” Raph cuts him off, his fingers curled into a fist.

The group is interrupted when a low hum starts, a red circle lighting up around them. They’re lowered into a room, the roof closing above them. Black and white sections surround them, reminding Y/n vaguely of a circus.

“Careful guys, this may be a trap.” Mikey echoes Y/n’s sentiments.

A speaker screeches to life, a harsh male voice starting to speak through it. “Welcome contestants! I’m so glad you could join us tonight.”

“Blister Stockboy??” Leo recognises the voice, looking up at the ceiling where the sound was coming from.

“It’s Baxter. Stockman. I’m your arch-nemesis!” The man hisses in frustration.

“Baxter Stockman...?” Y/n mumbles, her hand on her chin deep in thought. She knew the voice, but couldn’t place her finger on it.

“I could totally think of five nemesises way archer than him,” Mikey says smugly to Donnie, his hand on his hips.

“You’ll be playing for the ultimate prize: your lives! In the all-new family-friendly, incredibly deadly Maze of Doom.” The speaker screeches again, the harsh feedback causing everyone to wince. Mikey and Donnie both look annoyed, Y/n looking at them questioningly.

“He’s a pain in the shell,” Donnie explains simply.

They’re all interrupted when four fireballs are flung from the ceiling towards them, everyone jumping out of the way with a cry. Y/n bends a stream of water to envelop the fireball hurtling towards her, putting out the flames and diving out of the way when a chunk of cooled rock lands on the ground in its place, making a dent.

“Interesting... As I thought, I really must study you!” The speaker screeches.

Y/n ignores him, continuing to put out as many flames as she can, but the more fireballs she extinguishes, the more they drop from the ceiling.

“We can’t have you cheating.” Baxter Stockman tuts. Y/n is running towards Leo when a hole in the floor opens up beneath her. She cries out, falling. Leo dives towards her and grabs her arm in time, the breath knocked out of him. “Don’t let go!” Y/n begs, terror in her voice as she looks up at him with scared eyes.

“I won’t,” Leo promises with a grunt. He attempts to pull her up, but a fireball flies towards him. He instinctively lets go of Y/n’s arm and rolls aside, only to feel dread wash over him when he hears Y/n’s scream.

“NO!” He yells, running over. The floor closes up instantly before he can jump in after her. He brings out his katanas, jabbing them into the floor helplessly. It doesn’t budge, and he hears his brothers screeching for help as they run from the fireballs.

Leo stands up with narrowed eyes, anger filling his heart. He’d get Y/n back from Blister Stockboy, even if it meant he had to bring down the entire maze.

Y/n falls down a chute, landing on a cold, hard surface with a screech. She feels her rib crack, the injury causing her to let a pained sob slip past her lips.

“My bad.” She looks up, hearing a familiar voice.

“You’re Baxter Stockman??” Y/n sits up, her vision hazy. Every breath she took made the pain worse. It was like a heated metal rod pushing against her insides whenever she took a breath, pressing against where it knew would hurt the most.

She risks a look around her, taking in the metal walls of the room she was in. There was a metal chair with straps attached to it, along with surgical tools placed on a tray that was perched on a trolley. Her gaze finally settles on the man in front of her. Y/n’s eyes widen. “You.” She hisses, finally putting a face to the name.

“Ever since you healed me on that rooftop, I’ve been plagued by curiosity. I must know how you got these powers. I must know everything about you.” Baxter Stockman chuckles lowly, watching her from a small distance.

“Ah-ah.” He tuts, waggling his finger in a no before pulling out a remote. “With one push of this button, I can kill off everyone in that room.” He warns her, seeing Y/n’s hands starting to move.

Y/n’s breath hitches and she freezes, her fearful gaze flickering to the screen behind him, showing everyone screaming and running from the various contraptions designed to kill them.

She hangs her head in an act of submission, and the area around her cracked rib starts to throb in pain.

“I’d love to take you apart and see what makes you tick, but I need to gather more data first.” Baxter hums in delight. “Have fun!” He opens the door to the room and shuts it behind him. Y/n hears the jingle of keys he takes out, and the clank of the door’s lock sliding shut.

Have fun?

Y/n realises the true meaning of his words when the room lets out a whir, a sharp, spinning blade attached to a metal arm rushing towards her. She rolls out of the way in time, gasping when she feels the pressure on her cracked rib. More blades appear, and a laser grid flickers to life.

She had no time to heal herself, and a desperate glance for escape reveals none, except for a bowl of water across the room Baxter must’ve left for her. She bends the water quickly, a hiss escaping past her gritted teeth. She pushes the pain aside, jabbing a chi point in her side that numbs the pain for now.

The spinning metal blades approach her from all sides, and she bends the water, grabbing two of the arms that held the deadly blades. She pulls with all her strength, and finally breaks off the blades, avoiding the other two.

She holds her breath, manoeuvring the laser grid as best she can without getting harmed. Her eyes dart around the room. The most difficult challenge was the lasers — they were everywhere.

She accidentally moves her arm up too far, and the laser burns her skin, leaving a blistering mark. She feels the sharp pain on her skin, her eyes watery as she struggles to push past it. She finally notices a protruding box, sending ice projectiles flying at it. One lands squarely in the middle, causing a dent and electrical wires to buzz. The laser grid flickers, and finally disappears, leaving her with just two saw blades.

She places her hand on the smooth surface of the metal wall for support, gasping for breath and panting. Mustering all her strength to create an ice gauntlet around her wrist, she punches the two blades’ flat surface, one after the other. It forms a dent, and the impact is enough to break them off from its arms. The blades land on the ground with a clang, and Y/n slumps to the ground in exhaustion.

The numbing was beginning to wear off for her cracked rib, and she could feel the stabbing pain coming back in waves. She peeks at the door, hearing Baxter being occupied with the turtles, Fishface, and Dogpound.

Taking the opportunity to heal herself, she squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to look at the injury as she lifts her shirt up. Beginning to heal herself, she’s interrupted by a cackle from Baxter. She sees bursts of light behind her eyelids, feeling her breaths run short.

Her mouth was dry.

Please come, she begs silently, praying to the spirits for help.

“Looks like I haven’t gathered enough data from you yet,” Baxter says.

Y/n’s eyes fly open, looking up in alarm. Baxter unlocked the door, and she drops the ball of water surrounding her side, interrupting the healing process. She winces again, feeling that the stabbing pain had lessened, but only slightly.

Baxter turns his head, seemingly distracted by something. His eyes narrow into a glare. “Stay here.” He commands, shutting the door behind him and stomping off. Y/n hears him press a button, and the wall opposite her slides open to reveal a large, metal robot.

She stands up shakily, feeling her insides churn. The robot had a metal chain with a barbed spike attached to it for an arm, and the other was a normal robot hand. It takes a heavy step towards her, and Y/n crouches slightly, bending a stream of water around her in a ring defensively.

She uses the water to give herself more hands, two large tendrils supporting her and holding her up in midair. “Let’s get this over with.”

She charges, using one of the tendrils to punch the robot in the head. It reels back but swings the barbed spike up towards her. She blocks it by forming a shield of ice it embeds itself into, and the robot struggles momentarily to pull it away.

Y/n uses the opportunity to grab the chain with her bare hands, exhaling and freezing it. She sees the robot’s other arm fly towards her, but she’s too slow to react. It punches her side harshly, and Y/n feels her cracked rib break fully. She whimpers, the punch having sent her flying across the room and landing against the metal wall harshly.

She slumps to the ground on her hands and knees, taking a shaky breath before standing up once more. She breathes shallowly, her vision beginning to blur at the edges.

She sees the broken chain hanging limply from the robot’s arm, spotting the barbed spike still embedded into the thick shield of ice a few feet away from it. Her lips curl into a bitter grin. Her plan had worked. At least that was one obstacle out of the way.

The robot seems to puzzle over the missing arm, but charges at her once more. She sends a blizzard of ice projectiles flying towards it, but it’s unaffected, the ice shattering against its tough metal exterior.

Y/n is made aware of the shortage of water available to her, and she forms a small plan that she hoped would work. It required precise timing and a small window for error.

It also required her to be hit again.

She clenches her jaw, hands curling into fists. She charges towards the robot once again, dodging its punch narrowly. She summons more thin shields of ice, the robot breaking through each one. It finally manages to land a blow on her once more, sending her to the ground a few feet away.

She opens her eyes, letting out a cough before gasping at the sharp pain that came with it. She sees the scrapes on her knees that her damaged jeans reveal. Tasting iron in her mouth, she brings her hand up to wipe her lips and moves it away to see smears of red coating the skin.

The gash on her arm was still raw and bleeding, but she had tuned out the pain long ago. She hears the robot’s heavy footsteps approach her, and its metal arm grabs her body, lifting her up until it was at eye level.

Now.

Y/n’s arms were above the robot’s grip, and she bends the water to slash its arm. It lets go of her in surprise, and she seizes the chance to run up the robot, pushing past the intense pain she felt with every breath. She finally climbs the top of its head, having desperately scrambled for handholds with what little strength she had left.

She lets out a pained cry, bending all the water left in the room, including her own sweat, to form a large icicle with its sharp end a few feet above the robot’s head.

Y/n drops the icicle and leaps down just in time for its sharp tip to bury itself into the robot, gravity causing it to stab through and cut it in half. She lands on the ground with a groan, having nothing to cushion her fall. She hears a clamour of voices outside her door.

Leo.

Standing up with a grunt, she walks unsteadily towards the metal door. Every breath, every step, every movement made her body scream. She spits out the small amount of blood that filled her mouth, coughing and wincing.

“Is someone inside?” Mikey kicks open the door.

“Y/n!”

Ah, she thought. He’s here.

Her heart flutters at the sound of Leo’s voice. She sees him running towards her, his face filled with worry.

She could rest now, couldn’t she?

With that thought, her eyes flutter shut and her body sways, starting to fall. Leo catches her in his arms just in time, taken aback by her condition. He spots the smear of blood staining the corner of her smooth pink lips and notices the gash on her arm.

“Donnie, what do I do??”Leo’s voice and gaze is filled with panic, seeing her chest rise and fall shallowly. His hands start to tremble, but he continues to hold the girl close to him. “Donnie, help her!”

His brother runs towards him, flinching when he sees Y/n. “We gotta get back to the lair, now.”

Leo nods, his ears ringing as Donnie’s words become mumbled. He runs as fast as he can, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He keeps an eye on her, praying that she’ll be alright.

He finally reaches the infirmary, laying her down on the bed where Donnie begins his treatment. He notices the dirt staining her cheeks, bruises forming on her stomach, and the torn clothes displaying her legs covered in scrapes and scratches.

He watches Donnie with a deathly stare, making sure that his brother was doing everything he could to help her. Raph had gone to fill in Master Splinter on what had happened, and Mikey was watching quietly from beside Leo, equally as worried for Y/n.

After Donnie had finished patching her up and bandaging her, the crease between Y/n’s brows subconsciously soften, and her breathing turns regular.

Relief floods through Leo’s veins, and he wraps Donnie in a hug. “Thank you.” He mumbles gratefully.

Donnie pats Leo’s back in reassurance. “Whatever Baxter Stockman did... I think it might’ve been to learn more about her abilities.” Leo lets go, his gaze dark. Now that Y/n was safe, he allowed his anger to bubble up, feeling it consume his every thought.

“And he’ll pay the price for doing so.”

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mitsuris-writing · 1 year

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It’s So Insane The Things We Do In The Name Of Love~

Warnings: Yandere Mitsuri, Blood, Murder.

Reader: Gender-neutral.

You were training at the butterfly mansion that’s when someone came up to you, “H-Hey, Y/N w-would you like to go out with me sometime..?” They said with a red face “Oh, sure.” You smiled at them. “R-Really..!” “Mhm.” You two discussed that the date would be later. You finished up with training and went to your room in the butterfly masnion.

An hour before the date you got a knock on your door. You opened it to see who was knocking but no one was there, you looked around for a second before noticing there was a note on the floor, you bent down and picked it up and went back into your room to read it closing the door behind you and walking over to your bed to sit down. The note said:

Y/N.

I never wanted to go on a date with you I was only told to ask you out by one of my friends I honestly think you’re a terrible person never talk to me again.

You were heartbroken.. you thought this person actually liked you.. you started crying until you heard another knock on your door you quickly wiped your face with your sleeve before getting up from your bed and answering the door.

You got up and walked over to the door once you opened it you saw Mitsuri who was smiling brightly though her smile quickly went away when she saw your face “Are you alright..?” She asked “Mhm! I’m fine don’t worry.” You replied not wanting to worry her. “Who hurt your feelings.” “No one did don’t worry!” “It wasn’t a question, tell me.” Mitsuri’s face expression was terrifying she’s never been this angry.. yeah she’d get angry from time to time but you’ve never seen her this angry before..

“Fine.. it was *****” After you told her she immediately left with the same smile on her face that she had when she saw you. You watched her walk her away with a confused expression.

Mitsuri POV

After hearing who hurt my love I immediately left to take revenge I already knew who did it without asking them but I just wanted to make sure that I was right.

While walking over to *****’s room I was stopped by someone… it was Obanai “Mitsuri, where were you? I was worried..” I didn’t answer him and kept walking he ended up following me which I didn’t appreciate at all.. { I can’t hurt him.. but he’s being annoying.. } I thought to myself “Obanai, could you stop following me.” “But-” “Leave me alone.” He walked away but kept staring at me.. I feel like he knew what I was going to do..

Once I finally got to the room I knocked on the door, they answered the door and I immediately pushed them over and walked into the room good thing that no one was in the room. Since I didn’t have my sword with me I walked past the kitchen on my way here and grabbed a knife, I hide it in my uniform so no one would see it. I pulled the knife out of my uniform and pointed it at them “Why did you hurt Y/N.” “YOURE DOING THIS OVER THEM??? YOU FUCKING PSYCHO??!!” “Answer the fucking question.” “I DID IT BECAUSE THEY’RE FUCKING WORTHLESS AND DONT FUCKING DESERVE LO-”

They were getting annoying.. so I stabbed them with the knife more then once.. it was fun.. maybe I’ll do this every time someone hurts Y/N.. maybe I should tell Y/N that I did this! I bet they’ll be happy about it! But what if they tell someone about it.. “Oh.. there’s blood on me.. maybe I should clean this up before doing anything else.” I spoke out loud and then I heard walking towards the room.. the door handle moved my eyes widened but..

It was Y/N..? { Why are they here.. they’ll see what I did oh no… no, no, no… Y/N go away…!? } before they fully walked into the room I quickly picked up the body and hid with it in the closet and stayed as quiet as possible.. I stayed in there for an hour or two before I heard them leave and close the door. I exited the closet quietly before remembering I left the room bloody..

I went over to where the blood should’ve been but.. it was clean? { Did Y/N clean it? Is that why they were in here for so long? } That’s when I heard a noise behind me “So you were the one that hurt them?” I’ve heard that voice I could never forget it “Y/N?”

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alicewritingstories · 7 months

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Whumptober Prompt Fills Part 2: Delirium

~~Also on AO3~~

Prompts:

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” | Thermometer | Delirium | “They don’t care about you.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.” | Journal | Solitary Confinement | “Make it stop.”

Warnings: Emotional trauma, hallucinations, illness

Central character(s): Twilight

The fever had come on slowly over the course of the day, starting with muscle aches that Twilight had written off as tiredness, then chills that had him shivering despite a cloak thrown over his pelt, and finally a sick, tired feeling that finally forced him to admit to the others that something was really wrong. Hyrule had identified the fever immediately and they had decided that the best thing to do was to camp and let him rest a while.

It was a good choice. Now, only an hour later, he lay shivering under his pelt and most of the blankets the group had, aching from head to foot, feeling too weak to even raise a hand. One of the others was always with him, helping to adjust blankets when he needed it and giving him water, but as time drifted by he could no longer tell who it was, only conscious of a blurred impression of fair skin, blue eyes, and blond hair, even the colors of their clothes lost in the swirling mess of their surroundings. He knew they were speaking to him, but he couldn't hold the words in his mind even long enough to understand them. From time to time he heard one of his names and clung to it: Twilight. Pup. Twi. Link. Rancher. But he couldn't make out anything else as he sank into the mud under him, burningly cold, sending freezing flames through his body with every breath. He tried to struggle, tried to pull himself out, tried to grasp at whichever of his brothers was with him, but he didn't know if he was actually moving. Nothing seemed to change. Nobody pulled him out of the mud.

He blinked, trying to focus. His voice was dead. His throat was dry. Cold, slimy mud seeped between his lips and he tried to spit it out, tried to call for help, but nothing happened. They were right there. They were right there.

Why weren't they helping him? Why had they left him here?

You know why.

The voice was so clear he tried to look round. It sounded familiar. He couldn't tell who it was.

You know what's happening.

It hurt. Twilight whimpered. He was so cold.

They don't care about you. They never did. You're too sick now. Too much trouble.

"No…" Twilight tried to draw his sword. This was an enemy. It was lying to him. He'd faced things like this before.

Then where are they?

He surfaced from the mud, but he still couldn't move. He thought he could see Sky, but his face was wrong. Twilight cringed away instinctively. Sky smiled. He had too many teeth and suddenly he was too close and he opened his mouth and screamed…

Everything went dark again. Images twisted in the darkness like flames. Anger in Time's eye. Legend shouting at him, his face warping into Wild's, twisted in grief, into Four's terrified cry the first time he'd seen Twilight's wolf form, before he'd realized who he was. But this time there was no change to curiosity and acceptance; Four drew a sword made of blood out of his own arm and stabbed at him and then it was dark again except for the swirl of noise.

Twilight cried out, clamping his hands over his ears, but it made no difference. He tried to scream, tried to call his brothers for help, but he didn't know if he was making any sound and nothing changed.

They're not coming. Why would they? You can't help them. They've left. Like she left.

"No…"

As soon as you'd fulfilled your purpose, she left.

"No!" He struggled, trying to claw his way back to the surface.

They'll leave too. They don't care. None of them care.

Twilight tried to scream but no sound came out. He clawed at the air. He tried to thrash at the void in which he hung, helpless, alone.

Then light and sound crashed back, agonizing for a moment. He blinked. He couldn't focus his eyes. The world seemed to swim and twist around him, but he knew something was looming over him, too close. With a stab of terror he thought of the monstrous vision of Sky. He raised a hand to push it away, but suddenly it was out of reach and his hand was encased in ice.

"Pup?"

That was Time. At last. He could trust Time.

"Time, it… it hurts…" mumbled Twilight, pulling at his freezing hand. "Help…"

Time said something, but Twilight couldn't make out his words. The swirling colors congealed and he realized the thing hovering in front of him was Time's face.

"Time… please… make it stop…"

"It's OK, Pup." His hand was released, but instead there was ice on his head, so cold it felt like blades. He cried out, his voice sounding thin and warbling in his own ears. Why wasn't Time stopping this? Why…

He doesn't care.

"No, that's not true…" he mumbled, holding onto that knowledge with all his strength. "That's not true…"

But as the icy knives drilled into his brain and his limbs burned and his mouth filled with slime and Time did nothing to help him, he began to wonder.

~~~

"He's not getting better, is he?" asked Four, a note of panic in his voice as he brought over another pot of cold water. Time dipped his bowl into it and tried to pour a little into Twilight's mouth, but the rancher turned his head away with another cry, once again mumbling, "Tha's n't… true…"

"No," said Time in answer to Four's question. "He recognized me a moment ago, but I don't think he knows what's happening any more."

Wild darted up to Time's side, pale and wild-eyed, holding a bowl of steaming potion. Even though Time hesitated to give Twilight anything hot, he took it without question and started trying to coax that between Twilight's lips instead of the water. When it came to his elixirs, Wild knew exactly what he was doing.

"What is that?" asked Four, replacing the damp cloth on Twilight's forehead with a fresh one.

"Chilly elixir," said Wild. "I've used it for heatstroke before; it should help bring his fever down."

Twilight coughed and Time quickly pulled the elixir away, afraid he was choking, but if there was anything in his airway he cleared it without too much trouble. Despite that, when Time tried to give him more he struggled. Tears were beading in his eyelashes.

"Time… help me…please… "

"I'm trying to help you, Pup," Time told him yet again. "You need to drink this. Wild made it. It'll make you feel better." He tipped the bowl back to Twilight's lips. Twilight accepted a sip, coughed again, and whimpered.

"Why…"

"It'll help. I promise, it'll help."

"No… please…"

Time gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. "Twilight, you have to drink this. It'll help."

Gradually, the whole elixir went down despite Twilight's pleas and struggles. Slowly, his temperature dropped and he drifted into sleep, though he was still stirring and mumbling from time to time.

Wild came and crouched beside Time, holding another bowl of potion. Time reached out and gently patted his shoulder, but couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him.

"We'll give him more when he wakes up," he said at last.

Wild nodded, biting his lip. "He… didn’t know who we were."

"Or at least he couldn't understand what we were doing. That can happen. If we can keep his fever down it'll help."

Twilight twitched with another desperate, pitiful noise. Wild looked stricken, the potion shaking in his hand, and Time gently took it.

"We'll be here when he wakes up," he said and pressed Wild's shoulder again. "Even if he doesn't know what we're doing."

Wild took a deep breath, but nodded, squaring his shoulders. "OK."

Twice more in the night, Twilight drifted into something approaching consciousness and they made him drink water and more potion, Time once again hardening his heart against his increasingly desperate pleas. He had no idea what the young man thought was happening, but he was clearly terrified. Beside him, Wild had tears in his eyes, trembling as he visibly resisted the instinct to shove Time away from his mentor. The second time Time had to call Warriors over to hold Twilight down and Sky sensibly came to hover by Wild, ready in case he too needed to be restrained.

Shortly before dawn, Twilight suddenly heaved a sigh and went limp. Time's heart skipped a beat and he hardly heard the reactions of the others as he rested a trembling hand on Twilight's chest, over his sweat-drenched shirt.

His ribs still rose and fell. His heart still beat.

Wild dodged round him and laid a hand on Twilight's forehead.

"He's not so hot," he said hoarsely.

"The fever's broken?" asked Sky.

As if in answer, Twilight's eyes drifted open.

"T-Time?" he rasped.

Time smiled at him. "I'm here. We all are."

Twilight swallowed hard and Time offered him some more water. This time he drank keenly, almost desperately.

"You… You won't leave me?" he asked when Time took it away again, his voice thin and desperate. "You won't leave me…"

Time shook his head. "No. It's all right. We've been here the whole time."

Twilight made a complicated series of expressions, but eventually said, "I thought you… it hurt. It hurt and I thought…"

"You didn't think we were hurting you, did you?" blurted Wild. Sky put an arm gently around his shoulders.

Twilight's breath caught and Time felt like a hand had squeezed his heart. Gently, he set the water to Twilight's lips again and let him drink. When he was done, he laid a hand on his brow and looked into his eyes as he murmured, "Twilight, you're safe with us. I promise. We'll never hurt you and never abandon you when you need us. Do you understand?"

Twilight looked up at him for a moment, then his face crumpled in a sob and Time gently pulled him close to let him cry into his chest, extending his other hand towards Wild, who dived into the embrace, hugging Twilight close. Time sighed, bowing his head over the both of them, just glad that the night's ordeal was finally over.

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #Delirum #“They don't care about you”#no.3 #“Make it stop”#linked universe #fic #emotional trauma tw #hallucinations tw #illness tw #my fanfic #linked universe whump #sickfic #lu twilight

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Can I request a fic of reader getting possessed to be Ammit’s avatar by force, and reader is being forced to hurt the moon boys. Somehow she manages to get control, remembering how a god is vulnerable in mortal flesh, and stabs herself in the neck to stop Ammit, and the boys lose it, particularly Marc, because he’s guilt personified. Reader dies and goes to field of reeds, but Anubis comes and is like “hey so I owe a favor to khonsu, so you wanna live again, or what?”, and when she comes back, the boys are sobbing and freaking out. Maybe after that they manage to pull back a little of the yandernes out of guilt, though they’re always a little too possessive and still keep the reader inside on days they have nightmares.

Turning pale

Warnings - blood, violence, death

"Darling, I have to go attend to some things. You know the rules, baby. Don't leave the house, don't open the door for anyone and if you need me call me on the burner phone, okay?" Marc listed off as you nodded and he kissed your forehead.

"Please be safe." You whispered making him smile.

"I will, angel. I'll see you soon."

The night had gone on longer than Marc expected.

He was exhausted and just wanted to return home to you.

"Marc." A voice sang his name as he turned around and his eyes widened.

It was you, but your body was dressed in alligator skin.

"Marc, why is Y/N here?" Steven whispered as Marc looked at you in shock.

"Are you shocked? I thought I would use someone you knew. Maybe then when I kill you, you'll have a familiar face." She said as Marc's face harder.

"Ammit." He growled as she chuckled.

"Come on, take me down Moon knight." She said before running towards Marc.

All he could do was dodge, he didn't dare hit you or hurt you in anyway.

"Aww, are you too scared to hurt us?" Ammit said as Marc looked at her.

Suddenly Steven took over and looked at you both.

"Love, I know you can hear me somewhere in there. You have to fight this." He said as Ammit laughed.

"While that's all very touching, I think it's time we stop playing." She growled lunging onto Steve, he kept hitting him across the face as you screamed within your own mind.

She summon a sword and was about to kill your love before you stopped her.

"No!" You screamed before you ran the blade across your throat.

You both fell to the floor gasping for air as Marc quickly took over.

"Y/N!" He screamed holding you in his arms as he retracted his mask.

"If...if I die, she dies. I love you." You choked out gripping at your own throat as you watched Marc cry uncontrollably.

"No, Y/N. Come on, love. Please." Marc whispered as he watched the life in your eyes slowly fade.

Marc, Steven and Jake felt so much at once, yet nothing at all.

The person they loved more than anything was gone.

"Khonshu!" Marc screamed as the God appeared and looked down at him.

"What a shame." He grumbled looking at your dead body.

"Bring her back! Fucking bring her back! She died fighting your fight! This is your fault!" Marc shouted still gripping you in his arms.

"If you don't do this, I will trap you inside of me and kill myself. Taking you down with me. So fucking bring her back, Khonshu." Marc growled as the God sighed.

"Stay here, I have someone to talk to."

An hour later and Marc was still in the middle of the street holding your body and weeping silently.

Khonshu appeared once more and Marc looked up with hope.

"You are forever in my dept, Marc Spector." Khonshu muttered before Marc heard a soft breath come from your mouth.

"Y/N?" Marc whispered as he watched the colour slowly return to your skin.

Your eyes reanimated and you looked up at Marc.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here, take it easy." He whispered running his finger over your cheek.

He watched the wound on your neck slowly heal and disappear, leaving a scar.

"Hurts." You whispered as he gently kissed your forehead.

"I know, baby, I know. Just relax, I'm going to get us home." He said gently picking up your fragile body.

You made it home and back into your bed, Marc did his best to explain to you what had happened.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." You whispered as Marc gently played with your hair.

"You didn't hurt us, sweetie. It was Ammit, not you." Marc reassured you as you nodded.

"I can't let you out of my sigh ever again." He whispered, you noticed tears forming in his eyes.

"From now on you can't leave this apartment okay? Even if I'm with you, it's too dangerous. I'm not letting you out of our sight, baby. Never again, never." He whispered crying softly and burying his face in your hair.

You wanted to argue with it, but you knew it was for the best, for now.

Marc had almost lost the last person he had left and you knew you needed to do whatever you could to keep him somewhat sane and reassured.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #Yandere #Request #Ammit #Khonshu #Avatar reader

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hollow-indigo · 1 year

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JUST WATCHED UNDERVERES 0.7 (part 1) AND HAHDGHSGAJGDJSGSJGDHSJSGD

spoilers under the cut 🥰

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY (XChara)

XGaster CANNOT be calling my boy a hypocrite because at least XChara didn’t FORCE SOMEONE TO KILL THEIR BROTHER???!!??????? MORE THAN ONCE????!?!?!!?????

(and also don’t mention season 1 because XChara is what we, in the industry, call ✨mentally ill✨)

like ain’t no way you’re staying sane after some bs like what happened in XTale

love that the explosive furby’s came into play tho

most of this is gonna be me crying over XChara I love him sm he’s so silly and he’s my favorite little scrimblo ever

MF XASRIEL STABBED XCHARA’S SOUL LIKE HELLO?.????

I had to rewatch that scene because I didn’t see the thorns coming out Xasriel’s hand BUT DAMN HELLO???????

my poor boy he doesn’t deserve this

he genuinely cares about what’s happening and hates standing by and doing nothing

also I hope i’m not the only one who saw the tiny faded text while XMettaton was fighting Undyne

the “I am him! (he is trapped within me)” and the “(please, I want to throw up)”

AND FRISK TALKED (barely)

sans is fucking traumatized man, he’s just given up-

Papyrus making jokes about the fucking merciless runs Frisk did “OVER MY MILLIOnTH BEHEADED BODY” like man 💀 honestly I feel that-

CROSS AND GENO !!!!!!!!

the two funny guys meet

I like how Cross still cares about the locket despite probably fucking hating XChara for like, everything rn

then again, it wasn’t XChara that gave it to him, it was XFrisk, so.

also bestie wtf was that unlimited vial for ??????

XGaster really said “here bestie take this. it doesn’t benefit you at all 🥰”

I was wondering how the new outfit would be introduced

also loving how Fresh!Ink’s weapon is those marker-swords every kid made when they had the chance

error really going through it huh 😔

core is so silly I want to be their best friend they’re so silly and nice

I wonder how the people across the world feel about XMettaton’s “OVERDRIVE”

like “wait it was daytime like 5 minutes ago what happened”

“daylight savings???????”

“…it’s????? 2pm??????”

I bet that conversation happened

I wonder how Frisk and XChara are gonna team up, because we know it’s gonna happen, we see it in the intro, Frisk and XChara with the save button

I had this theory that it would happen by XChara running away, Frisk thinking he’s like the others and trying to hurt people, Fight (?) ensues between XChara and maybe Papyrus or Asgore, trying to protect Frisk, XChara explains everything then boom besties but now i’m not sure because of the whole thing with XChara needing “pure determination” to defy XGaster.

I also remember seeing a theory on reddit about the names of each XTale character’s battle themes being foreshadowing for season 2, it was something about how XPapyrus seems to really really hate being on XGaster’s side, and his battle theme’s name is deceit, so maybe he’s lying about his loyalty to XGaster or something along those lines

and it would make sense, but it makes me question the names of everyone else’s battle theme, specifically XFrisk’s, being “Duplicity”

Duplicity definition: deceitfulness; double-dealing

synonyms: two-facedness, decietfulness, deception, funny business, shenanigans, you get the idea

if this whole “Battle theme names being foreshadowing” theory is true, then is he also lying to XGaster about his loyalty? or, to my dismay, would he be lying about something else later on…?

straight up, XMuffet’s is Insurrect, and us americans, after what happened on january 6th 2021, know what insurrection means.

so is XMuffet going to start a rebellion? how?

ALSO I CANNOT FUCKING GET OVER THE FACT THAT THEY BROUGHT THE FUCKING ARMY INTO THIS

MFS BROUGHT GUNS TO A KNIFE AND LAZERS FIGHT

idk something about the idea of someone trying to point a gun at XGaster or something just is so funny to me

and before I stop rambling, let it be known

XFlowey will give me nightmares 🥰

#grape flavored ramblings #XTale #Underverse #Underverse 0.7 #spoilers

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judgementdaysunshine · 9 months

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My family

Pairing: Arondir x Fem reader

Description: After the war, you are determined to reunite with your three friends one who you love dearly

You stab an orc with your sword as you travel through the smoke and ash covered remains of the village you and many others including your friends were at and defend against the orcs. You hear yelling following it to find the queen of Numenor along with two soldiers, quickly helping others in need before finding Elendil and heading to the safe camp leading to you caring for young children and the sick after they were taken care of by healers as you hope wherever your friends were that they were alive and together or at least with good people who would help them, you are taken by a healer after he noticed your badly bleeding back and bruised abdomen making sure you weren't dying or on death's door as you start to feel pain in your body from the adrenaline wearing off all throughout your body. You lay on a bed going in and out of consciousness until you fell deeply asleep as the noises around you and the dull quietness that soon washed over you, you wake up hours later and quietly cry with your hands over your face as you start thinking of what could have happened to your friends until you are suddenly looking at a familiar and kind set of eyes which makes you cry more as you are pulled in a tight hug with Arondir, your beloved friend and the man you fell in love with over the past year "I thought i'd never see you again" he chuckles tearfully until you pull him to you in a kiss that immediately shows how you truly care for him which he reciprocates to you until you pull away from each other breathless and hold each other more until you see Bronwyn and Theo which makes you relieved as you hug the mother and son "God what happened?" You lightly shrug as you try to remember what happened until what happened earlier while saving children with the queen and two soldiers flooded through your mind, "I got burned and hit by a beam from a roof while saving children". Slowly after the war, you built a life and love with arondir and soon the two of you were married and eternally bound with your two shared friends by your side as life became normal after healing and recovering from the war that was very dangerous to the world and everyone, you smile at the memories as you talk with your friends Elrond and Galadriel "What were you thinking so fondly of?" you shake your head lightly while smiling as you look up at the two "My family" you smile looking at the three before you are wrapped in arondir's arms and a kiss is planted on your temple.

#lord of the rings #rings of power x reader #arondir #lord of the rings x reader #rings of power #arondir x reader

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theywhoshantbenamed · 2 years

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CW: mentions and imagery of death, weapons, and violence(no gore)

I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End, and had sort of an epiphany.

It's well known by anyone who's seen the Pirates of the Caribbean movies that Will Turner was destined to be the captain of the Flying Dutchman

For one short but excellent observation, refer to this post below

So well put, that Will is favored and destined to play his role as the ferryman.

So let's venture further into analysis of his connection to death, the subject for evidence being his sword.

James Norrington's ceremonial sword:

A beautiful sword, a true testament to Will's skill and talent. It is a crying shame that nobody in his previous society - Elizabeth and Jack excluded - would acknowledge his craftsmanship. That aside, the sword shows up again and again throughout the original trilogy.

What is prominent about this sword is the recurring praise and admiration it receives from anyone who comes across it. This list includes some you may know,

James Norrington

Of course, this sword was literally made for him. It should be so that a man of his rank have such a gorgeous blade. In this scene, he holds it up and outward like a statue, and is seen swinging it around in the background as the camera switches to and pans over Elizabeth.

Governor Swann:

He holds it, as it was handed to him by Will, and inspects the blade and handle. Briefly, does he admire it, and commends Will for his master's work. Once again, such a shame.

Cutler Beckett:

I forget the details of this scene a lot, but it's important for this post to note that Beckett does subtly appreciate the sword. He unsheathes it of screen, is seen holding it over his head and brings it down to point to the floor before we see Governor Swann in shackles.

Davy Jones:

Before norrington draws final breath, he uses the sword to run Davy Jones through. A final act of defiance and bravery brushed off by the OG ferryman, who pulls the sword out of his shoulder. His tentacle hand wraps the handle.

"nice sword," he says, and turns to walk off screen, holding it out to admire(and for us to do so as well, going by the placement of the sword in the audience's view).

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I trust and hope you the reader have figured out by now the attempt I am making. There is a pattern amongst the characters listed. A theme, if you will.

Death is their connecting fate.

Okay forewarning this is where my eloquence flies out the window and I sound like a conspiracy theorist on speed

All of these characters, who have held and/or admired the sword made by one Will Turner, have died.

Granted there is a lot of death in this franchise, and obviously a sword being the cause of someone death is no new thing, but there's something so prominent about the fact that all of these people have had a brush with this specific sword and later died. Not to say that the sword killed them directly, but that it has an influence. I wouldn't go as far as to say cursed, but there is something looming over the blade.

All these guys died, idk how else to say it, and really the scene that sold me most on it was this fucking dude right here

IN THE MIDST OF BATTLE, picks up a sword and just???? LOOKS at it? Like he's literally inspecting this sword with the curiosity and fascination of an archeologist while his fellow men die in battle around him. Now THAT is some crazy shit, for this sword to hold that much power of over someone that he just forgets his surroundings and throws caution to the wind to look at this beautiful beautiful sword.

OH and then he dies too, like right away, stabbed by the sword that he, for whatever reason, had pointed towards him.

Speaking of dying by THAT sword, guess what? There's another person on this list:

Will Turner:

Of course he'd be part of this list. As the blacksmith that made the sword, he is closely tied to it.

Ironic that he should die by his own creation, practically by his own hands.

Of course, he dies only very briefly in At World's End, before becoming the captain of the Flying Dutchman and thus being revived.

Anyways the short summary is that this spooky ass sword might be a little bit cursed but, regardless of it's damnation, adds more to the misfortune that shrouds William Turner.

#potc #pirates of the carribean at worlds end #pirates of the caribbean #will turner #governor swann #cutler beckett #davy jones #james norrington #cursing cw #at world's end #potc: cotbp #cotbp

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secret-engima · 2 years

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Calling for Rain verse: anything the muses want to share regarding feral Hatake!Cor? Any idea when the delightful trainwreck that is Kakashi *meeting* Cor happens? Because I'm not going to lie, baby Cor is going to be adorable and grumpy in equal measure and I want to see the resulting Shenanigans when Gai finds out.

Ummmm. Hm. is this the ask that I swore Tumblr ate a while back??? Oh well. Some Hatake!Cor thoughts coming right up!

-Still terrifyingly good with a sword.

-Seriously who gave this child a sword, Kakashi wants a word with them, he is far too terrifying with a blade in his hand. He's pretty sure his child could fight the Shinigami and win. (Cor in back: *Feral Fought Gilgamesh and Disarmed Him At 15 Noises*)

-I am still unsure how exactly they meet other than it being in the trainwreck aftermath of Danzo's death. Cor is ... not impressed with his new parent. Muchly not impressed. Put it back. He doesn't need a dad.

-Cor has zero idea how to handle Gai blowing into his life to cry over the son of his "eternal rival". He would stab on principle but he's not entirely convinced that this won't just make More Gais ala starfish considering Cor has also seen Lee running around nearby.

-Gai probably is the first one to give Kakashi helpful advice? Sits his rival down and gives him a surprisingly quiet and serious talk about getting to know a son you didn't know you had before and stuff. Kakashi is very grateful but also still freaking out.

-Because tiny angry genius Hatake with terrifying level sword skills.

-More HCs about HatakeCor and how he interacts with Gai will likely have to wait until later, because that far out, most of my plot notes are vague XD.

#SE asks #a world in grey asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Calling for Rain verse

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ninjacat1515 · 1 year

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Peasant Knight

A knight journeying to investigate reports of a dragon in the area, and purposefully stomps on any snakes or lizards he finds. If he cannot get them that way he slices them up with his sword.

When his horse is approached by a peasant boy, he kicks the boy to the ground and the child hits his head on a rock. Ignoring the crying, the knight drives the horse towards the mountains. Filthy vermin, he thought.

He reaches the dragon and it's sunning itself on some rocks. The knight draws his sword and challenges the beast. One eye cracks open and then rolls from irritation.

"Horrible creature I demand you rise and fight me, stop being a COWARD!"

"Fuck off."

The knight felt his blood boil and his rage was so great he even began to foam at the mouth.

"I AM NOBLE! NO MONSTER CAN FACE ME AND LIVE FOR I AM PURE OF HEART!"

"You keep telling yourself that, but you're not."

Knight falls to the ground dead from an aneurysm soon after, and the dragon eats him. No one from the area misses him as his manner of dealing with peasants is well known. Days later when the injured boy is feeling better, he has a toy sword with him and a makeshift shield along with tough, fireproof garments.

But when he confronts the dragon, the beast doesn't want to fight him.

"Boy, go back home." It lays back down.

"I am a brave knight and pure of heart!"

"Yes you are. But your armor will not stand my flame! Leave."

Determined to make his parents proud and to get gold, the boy charges and stabs the dragon in the softer belly area, but it does nothing as the hide is still very tough and the sword is blunt. But the dragon plays along and pretends to be hurt.

He uses his claws on the other side to crush berries, and shifts around to reveal lots of red while clutching his "wound," and the boy cheers.

The dragon rolls around for dramatic effect before doing a death shudder and making sure to slough off some old stuck gold coins; which cascade to the boy and leaves him with hundreds. The patch was starting to itch anyways. He didn't have a hoard anymore and what would he spend it on if he did?

Speechless, the boy whoops in triumph and the dragon keeps his smile hidden. That night he returns to his shocked family with bags of gold

#dragons #ficlet

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lunarsands · 2 years

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ALSMP Fanfic: Then We’ll Rewrite The Stars Ch 3

Characters: actual!angel!Sausage, floran!Scott, plus one more for the road…, a couple of cameos and also featuring special guest: PearlescentMoon

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Canon Divergent, fictional religion, scosage, playing with ideas on floran characteristics, fluff then angst then fluff again

Warnings: Injury, Blood, Depression, Character Death, Angst

(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends)

Summary: Reborn as an angel once again, Sausage is able to keep the peace for good finally, and a few things are learned as the year passes into the next. But the thing about higher ranking angels is that there are certain places they are meant to be, and someone is trying to remind Sausage of where his place now is…

[Chapter 1 here] [Chapter 2 here]

( Also available on Ao3! )

[ A/N: Shout out to Cadmusfly via @teuthisdreams for their AI generated art project that brings us this view of Heaven’s Reach at one point in this chapter. ]

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Chapter Three

The goddess PearlescentMoon lay on the floor of the royal gazebo with a spreading pool of shimmering blood surrounding her. It wasn’t clear where the wound was – some would later say she had literally been stabbed in the back – but there was only one witness, and as his wings sat in the blood while he held her, it seemed to be absorbed by his feathers. The sight of a seraph with fully crimson wings stepping out of the gazebo was enough to make anyone hesitate, and no one tried to stop him as he took flight to make his way out of the celestial plane. He shouldn’t have been able to leave like that, but he was no longer bound by the rules.

He entered the mortal world over the peninsula as before, but knew exactly which way to go to find his destination. There were still traces of winter in places, and he was glad he hadn’t missed his chance. Upon reaching home he went straight to the specific greenhouse and pushed aside the vines, cracking open the obsidian cover with ease. He pulled away the roots and leaned over to give a kiss to wake the sleeping beauty.

And Scott smiled up at him, although he was squinting in the sudden brightness of the seraph’s halo. “Is it Spring already?”

“It feels like a hundred Springs since I was last able to kiss you,” he replied, and gathered the floran into his arms for a hug.

It was then that Scott was able to see the difference in him, and he nearly pulled away from the hug. “Sausage… Your wings…”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just a little side effect. I’m still the same me. Let’s get you out of this coffin and back into the sunlight.”

Still under the atrophy of winter, Scott let the seraph pick him up and start carrying him out of the greenhouse. He tried to glance back at the lilium to thank it, but all the blood-red feathers got in his way when Sausage shifted his top pair of wings. He didn’t get a chance to see how some of the roots and vines now curled away from the bunker as if driven back from the spot, rather than simply moved out of the way.

Life seemed to get back to normal after that. They cleaned up the areas left unattended through that part of winter, gathered together some new livestock, and fell back into a routine. The only thing that bothered Scott about any of it was how sometimes during sunset the light would settle over Sausage and cast a red tint over his face, somehow highlighting his scar more vividly, and it stood out in a ghastly way almost like it had when he was a wither. Scott tried to shrug it off, but he kept ending up staring at his wings as well.

The color didn’t hold the same warmth as his own sunrise-hued wings had. There was just something not right about that shade of red. Instead of sunrise or sunset, it reminded him of Blood Moons and particularly deadly archers, and for some reason it invoked an image of a bloodstained wooden floor.

Speaking of Blood Moons, the first one of the year wasn’t met with holy fire but with Sausage taking a regular sword out to slay the mobs by hand. He pushed Scott back into the villa when he tried to come out to help, and there was no sign of activity from the lilium. Sausage became surrounded a few times but never faltered, cutting through everything the night threw at him. He was still invincible it seemed, even if he wasn’t using the easier solution.

Scott began to wonder if maybe he didn’t actually have access to the holy fire anymore, perhaps as a condition of being able to return to this world. He didn’t want to ask him about it, though, and lumped it in with the side effects already attributed to the crimson wings. And maybe it was also a side effect that made him appear to be taking great joy in slicing through the monsters when it had been such a grim task before.

By the time he returned to the house, the sword was dripping with green blood from creepers, and purple enderman blood, and whatever the ichor from zombies counted as. There was also red dripping off the bottom of his middle and lower wings. Scott was certain that he hadn’t seen him get hurt, but… “Sausage. Where is the red coming from?”

Sausage simply walked inside, not paying any attention to it. “Hmm?”

“The red, Sausage. The— You’re getting blood everywhere!”

“Oh, that! Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it.”

Sausage kept telling him to not worry about a lot of things after that, such as why the lilium seemed to be retreating into its old corner of the greenhouse or why there appeared to be footprints burned into the path just outside the church, or how the mural of Pearl had gotten cracked over the winter when the temperatures didn’t drop enough for ice to have formed long enough to cause that kind of erosion. Or the times when Sausage returned from a nightly patrol and left spatters of red all over the place.

And then one day while making his rounds of the gardens he found those burnt footprints around the lilium’s greenhouse. When he went inside to check on it, he found that the flower had closed up and begun to wilt as normal ones would at the end of a season, but it was nowhere near even Autumn yet, and it hadn’t done so the previous year. Shortly afterward the vines began to dry up and fall from the walls.

“Sausage, I think there might be some kind of evil thing wandering around here when you’re away. You know those footprints by the church? They’re by the greenhouses now, and something killed the lilium.” He put his head down, sad at the loss of such a wonderous plant.

The seraph put a hand on his shoulder but the gesture didn’t quite feel as comforting as it should have been meant to be. “You can grow something else in there. I’m all you need to be protected, anyway. But I’ll keep an eye out for whatever is leaving the footprints if it’ll make you feel better.”

Scott didn’t really feel like replacing the lilium after the arduous task of clearing out all of the dead brush. He made a little descriptive plaque instead, and was preparing to place it in the corner where it had first grown from when he got an idea and started sifting through the soil, hoping to maybe recover some small bits of roots that still survived, maybe even the tiniest of coiled leaves that hadn’t yet gotten a chance to grown amidst the weight of the larger ones.

What he found instead was a damaged feather, eroded away by the roots and earthworms. It might have been white at one time. It certainly wasn’t red, he was pretty sure. Maybe it had been gray. It could have just been a random bird feather. But he didn’t know how it would have gotten there, and then the coincidence of it being exactly where he had been digging… He probably shouldn’t be reading too much into it. He could have just picked it up on his own clothes while walking around and it had fallen off there a long time ago.

He decided to go with that and continued his search, but it seemed that nothing of the lilium was left. He didn’t understand what could have so utterly destroyed it. None of the other plants had been affected. Unless this had merely been its natural lifespan. That thought gave him a slight bit of acceptance, and he went about setting up the plaque. Maybe he could use that greenhouse for tool and empty pot storage.

After washing up he went looking for Sausage just to have a quiet sit with company, but couldn’t find him anywhere. It was still early in the evening for a patrol, but if instincts had told him to go out, then that’s merely how it was. Scott took a lantern and went out to the cemetery, figuring he could at least sit with the angel flower for some seraph-like company.

He probably should have taken Sausage’s absence as a sign to stay inside, however, because as the sun began to set there was a suspicious lack of stars as the sky grew darker. Night quickly enveloped the land and like an all-consuming wave, the darkness snuffed out all light but the very closest of ones from his lantern and the half of the church nearest to the cemetery. Beyond that, he could see nothing.

As Scott debated what to do, he hoped he would see the glow of an angelic aura coming his way. Now that he thought about it, it was odd that Sausage hadn’t shown up yet. He must have flown off far, or else the darkness was just that pervasive that his aura wasn’t shining through.

Then, from some distance away he heard a voice that he didn’t immediately recognize. “Wait, please, I’m just a little lost – I couldn’t find my way in the dark, I know I’m looking for the next mountain over, if you’ll just pardon me, good sir, I’ll be going now, you don’t have to trouble yourself over little ol’—"

The voice abruptly cut off. Scott couldn’t identify the sound the followed, for it was too far away. But then he saw a burning orange circle behind Sausage’s head as the seraph finally stepped out of the darkness. Why… wasn’t he using his aura to light the way?

And… why was there fresh, red blood dripping from the sword..?

Scott’s eyes went wide. It had taken him too long to put it all together. He should have known right away but he had been blinded by the hope fulfilled when Sausage had returned. “S-Sausage. It happened… You’re the evil presence. Y-You have to stop. I’ll stop you. Listen to me, we can do something about this. Let me be your conscience from now on. You just… have to wait before doing anything like murdering people.” If he could figure out where the body was, maybe he could save whoever had just met the wrong end of the seraph’s sword.

Sausage only scoffed. “Murder? That was precaution. The last time someone was out in this darkness they tried to kill you. I’m not falling for any tricks at a time like this. And I can’t be evil. I’m the most powerful angel there exists! I can make my own rules.”

Scott was very certain the owner of the voice had not been a reaper. “That doesn’t mean the difference between right and wrong changes, and it doesn’t mean you haven’t been going too far. You’ve lost your holy powers, haven’t you? That’s why your footprints burned around the church. And you… killed the lilium. Why?”

“It would have gotten in the way.”

“Of what? It protected me! It was just another plant, like the rest of the gardens. Are you going to destroy those, too? Take away everything I care about? What would be the point of being here, then? Why not just stay in the celestial realm, instead of whatever you did to yourself to come back here?”

The seraph froze, staring at him, but there was indifference in his eyes. Blood dripped from the lowered sword and from the bottom of his wings.

“What did you do, Sausage?”

“I fell from grace for you. You know I would die for you. I would kill for you, too, just to be with you again. There was no other way. I wasn’t allowed to come back.”

“W-Why would you do that? That goes against everything you worked toward! There had to have been another way!”

“I wasn’t strong enough to do it the other way. I needed to win fairly, but I didn’t have time for that. So I cheated. And now I’m back.”

“You cheated by killing? So you’re just going to keep killing, even if it’s something I would never ask of you?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Takes to do what? What even is your goal now, if you’ve forgotten how you said your heart wasn’t meant for evil deeds?”

“I’m not evil.”

“That blood dripping off you says otherwise.”

Sausage looked down at the sword but Scott pointed past it to his wings.

“You think I haven’t realized what that signifies? You think I don’t remember what it was like to be bathed in bloodshed? Where do you think I am now, with my sins weighing on me, and the truth of my own nature dragging me into an abyss? Where’s the light that’s going to save me now, if you’ve become this?”

Sausage looked at the red spatters below his wings, then tilted his head and looked back at Scott. “What do you mean, where you are now? You’re right in front of me. You’re still alive.”

The floran stared back at him, expression dark.

“Scott— what do you mean? Where are you? …Where are we?”

The red drained downward out of his wings, flowing across the ground and pooling at Scott’s feet. His halo turned from orange to white. The sword fell from his hand.

“Scott? Scott?? What happened to you? Am I too late? Where – Where are you?!”

~*~

Sausage woke with a gasp, then coughed as he inhaled some of the dust he had churned up with a flail of his upper wings. Thank the gods it was just a nightmare. He – He would never go that far. He didn’t want to kill Pearl. He could never do something like that. None of that was the real him. It couldn’t be.

But that last part –

Something was wrong. He needed to find out what exactly it was. He stumbled out of the old mill and prepared to take flight back to the reflecting pool, but then a compulsion rang through his head, and he had to go see to a different task before he could get a chance for personal issues.

Time was always working against him no matter where he was.

~*~

When winter ended Scott’s crown of ivy gave way to small sprigs of purple hyacinth. After he had shaken off the vestiges of his long sleep, he made his way around cleaning up anything that had gotten out of hand with no one to tend things. He started to round up a few sheep and cows along the way, but decided it wasn’t as important at the moment, and settled for taming some more bees instead. A few sips of honey were refreshing, helping him to wake up a little more.

He removed the signs from the memorial and left a bouquet of white daffodils and green tulips. He smiled sadly at the angel flower, and brushed his fingers over the feathery petals. At least it was still doing well by itself.

He couldn’t say the same for himself.

He swept away some of the cobwebs from industrious spiders that had taken advantage of the empty villa. Everything else was as he had left it – no Sausage waiting patiently for him to wake up, no smile to greet him, no gentle chiding about how much he had slept. Just a quiet emptiness.

There wasn’t complete silence in regard to plant life. There was always an underlying sense of something living and growing. There might not have been a literal heartbeat, but water flowed and photosynthesis processes were occurring all the time. Scott had a heartbeat, and also underwent some of those processes, and he understood how the plants were alive, and he knew how they thrived best when shown love and care.

But his own love was gone. Looking around at the emptiness, everything felt so hollow. Flowers would just grow and bloom because that’s all they knew how to do. There was more to him than that, however.

He continued the rest of the day’s work with his mind running on automatic. He went to bed early, not even bothering to wait until the sun fully set. He wished he had slept further into Spring, as well, just to pass more time until Sausage could return.

If he returned.

Had Scott been able to, he would have rooted himself into the ground to wait alongside the rest of the flowers, taking in sunlight and rainwater and simply existing until his reason to live came back to him. All he was doing now was just…existing. They had been together for so long and been through so much, but now he was alone.

When he went to the memorial a few days later his hair was covered by anemone and asphodel blossoms. He removed the old bouquet but didn’t have a new one to replace it, and only tossed it aside. Then he sat down beside the dais, staring at the ground for a moment before laying across the stone surface, resting his head on one folded arm with the other draped out toward the far side. “Sausage… I’m sorry. I… don’t know if I can keep waiting. Even the flowers aren’t enough to keep me company anymore. They don’t really need me. But I need you. I – I want to keep waiting, but… I feel so alone, and I’m tired. I’m so… tired. I’m sorry. I love you.”

As he closed his eyes, a small sea of asphodel, purple hyacinth, and anemones grew from all available soil, coming out from under the moss hiding the cemetery’s original purpose, and spilling over past the walls. Across the whole of Heaven’s Reach flowers bloomed, blanketing the mountaintop in color while serene clouds drifted above.

It didn’t need to be monsters or illness or accidents that led to an end. Sometimes all it took was the pain of a broken heart that just didn’t want to beat anymore.

~*~

The sight of daffodils and tulips had given Sausage a little hope. That meant Scott was finally awake after winter, and it felt like things would be able to go in a different direction from the gruesome vision he’d had. He wasn’t certain if it had entirely been just a dream. Some higher power might have sensed his intentions and sent him a warning, but he hadn’t put the option completely out of his mind. He still needed to get back to Scott.

It was a little late in the day when he had a chance to check the reflecting pool again, but if not getting to hear Scott talk he could at least see what new Spring bouquet there might be. Sausage threw a quick glance to where Pearl sat in her throne idly chatting with some messenger and then held his hand over the pool’s surface to attune it to the memorial dais.

It was not a bouquet he saw, but Scott himself, surrounded by waves of grayish and purple flowers at the edges of the pool’s view. Sausage narrowed his eyes. Something didn’t look right. Similar flowers were in Scott’s hair, but they were wilted and faded. His heart leapt into his throat. “Pearl! You have to let me go back, now! Something is very wrong!”

She turned to him, a pragmatic expression already in place. “Sausage, I told you—”

“Make up a mission for me! Or – cast me out, banish me back there! You have to be able to do something! I need to find out what has happened to him! He – I think he – but he’s not waking up!”

With her own heart breaking at his tone – he was her favorite still, after all, and she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ban him from the pool to put a stop to this – she stood and calmly walked over to place a hand on his shoulder. “I’m very sorry, Sausage. This doesn’t fall under my domain. You’re going to have to let go of that mortal world. I understand it’s difficult. Remember when I told you about my old world? It took me time, too. But you have to step away. It’s out of your hands. You’ll need to accept that.”

“But I could have prevented this! Why did you have to bring me back here in the first place?!”

“Because this is where you were supposed to be. When you—”

She didn’t get a chance to finish. He pushed her hand off his shoulder, then stood and shoved her away from him. “No! I’m sick of hearing about what’s supposed to be! You know what is supposed to happen? He should have come back to life! Different, changed, not - not just lying there, like that was the end, like that was the last--!!” Sausage’s breath hitched and he felt tears begin to spill down his cheeks. He reached one hand up to his face. “Is – Is that why my calling ended? Is that why he would no longer need me as a guardian? Because that was his last life??”

Pearl started to reach for his shoulder again but he slapped her hand away, jerking his wings outward for good measure before fleeing out of the gazebo and taking flight for who knew where, just away.

~*~

Scott had known the feeling of Limbo once before. He couldn’t say how or when, but the place his soul was now felt very much like that as he curled up on himself, arms hugged close to his chest. In one way he felt like he was being tugged back toward the body laying on the dais, the magic of that world ready to change him into something new. But he didn’t want to go back to it, knowing he would still be alone when he drew a breath again.

And even if it turned out he wouldn’t be alone, he knew it would only be a matter of time until his presence caused Sausage to be injured or even killed again, seraph or no seraph.

Maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was what he deserved. Just floating in Limbo, not ascension, not one final death to rest forever, just a pervading dimness all around and vague, sourceless light that was just enough to see his own hands.

Sausage’s blood on his hands. Sausage’s blood sliding down his throat as he drank too much. Time to pay for the sins you have committed. Is this where the reaper would have brought him if they had succeeded that night? If Sausage hadn’t gotten in the way?

Fangs. Blood. No restraint. Someone doesn’t just get away with killing an angel. A mockery of forgiveness. Fate biding its time to catch up with him. And maybe even love was part of that mockery. How foolish, how ironic, to fall in love with someone who had somehow forgiven him for killing them—

Continuing to get them killed. Causing one death after another. Even the unrelated accidents might have been avoided if they hadn’t been in that one specific place at that specific time. Maybe Sausage wouldn’t have ever been in any of those places at all if Scott hadn’t been there with him.

And maybe he would have remained an angel for a very long time, even forever, if Scott hadn’t precipitated that first death.

He clamped one hand over his mouth, cursing that vampire hunger. He clutched the other to his chest, over his heart, cursing his angel self for reading more into a wither’s kindness, and a thunderborn trying to care for him while he was dying. Fate mocking them by not allowing them to even touch each other. Another of his choices leading Sausage to fall into the one place he shouldn’t have been anywhere near for his own safety’s sake.

“But, just— Remember, no matter what I come back as, I love you.”

Why…was he remembering Sausage saying those exact words? There was no other memory to go along with it, except…

An image of Sausage laying feverish in bed. Scott trying to take care of him, even though…

Even though—what? When had that happened? He was engulfed by a sudden helplessness, the same as when Sausage disappeared into the Aether portal.

Then he remembered a time when his own thoughts came out in Sausage’s voice.

“I would die for you. I owe you this. I’m sorry I ever hurt you. You didn’t deserve it. Sausage, please, I want you to live.”

And the wither/thunderborn had replied—

“We don’t both have to be in darkness. What’s done is done. Let go. The shadows were never your fault. Share your light with me. I’ll share mine.”

Sausage…loved him. Even when Scott had no longer been an angel, even when they couldn’t at the very least just hold hands…even through all the death…

“I love you!!”

It was as if the seraph had known that those would be the most important last words he could ever say. He could have been too shocked in the moment to say anything – or could have called Scott’s name, or cursed, or yelled that he would find a way back – but that was what he had made sure to say.

Scott pressed the spot over his heart with both hands now. That was what was important. Not the what-ifs, not the deaths themselves, not his guilt. It was so hard to forgive himself but he needed to accept that Sausage had truly forgiven him. Sausage wanted them to be together, had fought through the pain time and again, had kept coming back to him and kept holding his hand.

Sausage didn’t want to let him go.

Sausage wouldn’t want him to give up. He had always been waiting for Scott when he came back to life. Scott needed to be there for him when he returned. In the meantime, he needed to do the living in the mortal realm for the both of them.

His anguish fell away from him like a shower of dried petals from his former crown. With the tension lifted, he uncurled his body and was ready to get up from the ground.

Except—

He was still somewhere dark. It didn’t feel the same as Limbo, but it wasn’t the same nighttime as in Heaven’s Reach, either. And…

His hands looked different, as he turned them back and forth, just barely able to make out something dancing along under his skin in the dim light. He clenched them into fists. He should at least try to figure out where he was, then he would deal with that. He set off, darting from one shadowy shape to another, looking for anything familiar for a clue to where he was.

~*~

Sausage perched on top of the royal gazebo at nightfall after silently swooping around the area to make sure no one else was in immediate range. Pearl was alone for the moment, as far as he could tell. He leapt down to an opening of the gazebo that would allow him to come up behind the throne and he folded his middle wings over his shoulders like a cloak so he could keep one hand hidden by the feathers. His fingers tightened on the handle of a dagger.

He didn’t care anymore where it led him or what else awaited him. The unanswered questions and the horrific revelation had made the pain in his heart drown out everything else. He couldn’t bear the thought of spending eternity knowing he could have at least been by Scott’s side holding his hand when he died one last time.

He placed his other hand on the arm of the throne and gathered his resolve.

But then she turned and she smiled at him sympathetically, her eyes kind, and that look made his fingers go weak. It was all he could do to not drop the dagger, almost risking being found out.

“There you are. I figured I’d give you some time, but I need you to do something for me and I can’t ask any of the others. This is something only you can do. There’s a mischievous light sprite out by the far fields and those little guys will only listen to someone with a great deal of power. You can either try to get it to leave or catch it and bring it here so I can figure out what plane it belongs to. Just make sure you do it before dawn or it will be harder to see in the daylight.”

Sausage shifted on his feet, gripping the dagger tight again and almost reconsidered his hesitation. But then he just sighed. “Fine,” he said sullenly, resenting the task. He kept his middle wings down until he was out on the pathway, then carefully moved his hand to keep the blade hidden while opening his wings. He slipped the dagger under his gauntlet for another try later.

It wasn’t difficult to spot the sprite below, a roughly humanoid-shaped, glowing creature that was cavorting around unchecked among the stalks of wheat. As Sausage approached it seemed to glance up toward him, then it skittered off into the neighboring pumpkin patch, hopping over the gourds and making him chase it across the entire field. Then it hung a right and cut into a cornfield.

Sausage stayed in flight and followed it from above, but rather than be slowed by the cornstalks it continued to remain ahead of him. He sighed in exasperation and glided higher, thinking maybe once it cleared the corn he could swoop down on it. But then it suddenly doubled back, and he was chasing it toward the pumpkin patch again.

Just as he dived down and was about to grab it as it exited the tall stalks, it shot upward, leaving a stream of purple sparkles and narrowly avoiding his arms. This thing could fly, too? He watched it arc over the pumpkins and land on the path, where it seemed to look back at him again before dancing away.

Now it was just taunting him, wasn’t it. He adjusted his wings and pounced after it, yelling in frustration, “Get back here, you stupid—!!”

The sprite stopped and once more appeared to be looking toward him. This time it stayed in place as he started to reach for it, but its voice stopped him in his tracks. “Excuse you, is that any way to talk to me?”

Sausage’s eyes widened. His hand trembled as he now slowly reached toward the sprite’s face with trepidation. As soon as he touched its cheek the glow dimmed and the form became clear – still alight, though, with the twinkling of thousands of tiny pinpoints across skin that was a gradient of purple to black along the limbs, covered by a shimmering garment of gold and silver that blended in with this appearance in places. Purple hair that seemed to have a ring of tiny silver sparkles around it like a closely fitting constellation framed luminous violet eyes.

Familiar eyes.

Familiar voice.

“Is – Is that you?” Sausage asked weakly. “Scott, is that really you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, throwing his arms and wings around him in a grateful hug. “H-How are you here? What are you? Y-You look beautiful, but how did you get here? I saw you laying there, and I – I thought that was the end for you! What happened? Why were you—”

Scott silenced him with a kiss and put his arms around him. Sausage relaxed into his embrace and let all his questions fade away as they quietly held each other and kissed again.

After a few moments of gazing into Scott’s eyes and seeing the cosmos held within, Sausage withdrew his wings and stepped back. He summoned a flaming sword to his hand but immediately dismissed the flames and planted the tip of the blade into the ground in front of Scott, then knelt down on one knee and looked back up at him. “Marry me?”

“What?” Scott laughed at the abruptness, but his heart soared with elation.

“I’m serious. We’ve got our whole afterlives to spend together. Let’s make it official.”

Scott smiled and held a hand out to cup Sausage’s cheek. Sausage then took it and kissed the back of it. “Yes,” the starborne said.

Sausage smiled, then stood and hugged him again.

Hand in hand they walked back to the center of the realm, knowing they would never have to let each other go again.

Pearl was waiting for them when they arrived, a broad grin on her face. “I thought that might cheer you up, you silly sausage.”

“You knew?” the seraph asked, his hand tightening around Scott’s.

“I had a suspicion, but didn’t quite know for sure. That was an unusual way for a new guardian to be born.” Pearl cast a calculating look over the two. “Seems you’re both willing to do anything for the other, like somehow breaking part of reality to get here. A guardian of the stars, to go along with a guardian of my realm.”

Sausage gave a nervous smile for a second, wondering if she was implying that she knew about his close brush with becoming fallen. Then Scott squeezed his hand and grounded his thoughts once again. “Say, uh, Pearl… There isn’t any rule saying an angel can’t get married, is there?”

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you if there was.”

~End~

[Post A/N: So, a while back I made a post about hoping that Scott’s Afterlife series would end a certain way, and if it didn’t then I’d do it myself. Well, now here we are! | Also, if you’ve been seeing homages to such things as The Last Unicorn and the Gargoyles animated TV series, you might be right. :3c | Bonus: THIS BEAUTIFUL ARTWORK by Cynthrey that helped light a fire under me to get this fic finished! XD ]

[Thank you to everyone who has been reading to this point! I greatly appreciate the likes, kudos, and comments! <3 This is likely the last of my Afterlife SMP fanfics, barring a reference here or there in other pieces. I’m working on a longer project with Cynthrey so there might be a break before I post anything new, but I hope you will stay tuned! <3 ]

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That time I cried while playing DnD

Context: I play as Elizabeth Adawolf, a human order of the lycan blood hunter, who comes from a noble family that died on a fire during her wedding day years ago.

Our party had been terrorized by a demon, who was particularly targetting Elizabeth (possibly due to her being the champion of the Sun Goddess). We needed a way to lure him out of hell. We discovered that he cast a powerful teleportation spell that, in the case in which one of the members of our party died/had a near death experience, he would use that as a passage to our world. When all members of the party that could contact Gods for guidance failed to get any hints as to how to solve this, I (the player) did what could be considered the most idiotic thing in the world tabletop RPGs:

I made my character attempt suicide.

I legit narrated my character going into a separate room, far away from everybody, getting her special longsword, the one that completely changed her destiny, and made her stab herself in the chest until she fell unconscious. The DM, after getting a lot of vocal confirmation from me that I intended to do that, narrated how the demon showed up. The sessions ends there.

Next session, while the rest of the party fights the demon, I'm rolling constitution saving throws to determine how much damage from blood loss I'm getting.

When Elizabeth drops to 2 HP, the DM asks me what is my character's favorite place in the world. I say Elizabeth's would probably be the ballroom from her household, where she used to dance and fool around with her siblings.

DM says Elizabeth suddenly sees herself in a dress, walking alongside her oldest brother. The weird thing is that this is not a flashback, because Elizabeth has her scar and her brother says she is married. After questioning him further, she discovers the man responsible for her family's death is in their house and so she decides to do something. She hugs her brother, apologizes and runs away to her room.

Walking there, everything looks the same except for 3 things. In the windowsill, there lays the legendary sword belonging to the Sun Goddess (one Elizabeth is actually on a mission to find). On the furniture next to her bed, there is a statue of her Goddess (another sign things aren't the same because before shit went down, her family whorshipped the Sea God) and next to it, there is a small portrait of her and her husband, and she has the scar in it. She takes up the portrait and walks to the sword and the DM says that Elizabeth must make a spiritual decision: stay here or go back.

For me and Elizabeth, it was obvious that the only choice was to go back. As nice as this whole thing was, she still has stuff to solve in the living world. She grabs the sword and looks back at her room one last time.

And this, my friends, is when I started going downhill in an emotional rollercoaster.

Cause when I did that, the DM says: "As you look back, your father stands in the doorway. He has a sad expression but also one of understanding. He knows what you must do".

And that's when I started to cry. A lot.

It wasn't some small tears. No, dude, it was a full on cascade of tears. My face was contorting, I was sobbing and gasping, I could barely speak.

The DM said I needed to decide but I asked him to skip my turn (because yes, while this was happening, the fight with the demon was going on) and then come back later, and he agrees to it.

I keep on crying for some time, but I eventually calm down.

Until, that is, it gets to my turn again.

I say that Elizabeth's gonna let go of the sword and run to hug her dad, something she's been longing to do in so long. And the DM says "when you touched the sword, you made the decision to leave. Letting it go, would mean to stay".

And that broke me even more. I began sobbing all over again.

Through the tears and the pain, I was able to narrate that Elizabeth, also crying, extends her free hand towards him and says:

"This will hurt more than the first time I lost you"

and then her eyes open.

Now, let me explain why this scene hurt me so much.

I don't think I show it here often but I'm very close to my dad. Like very very close. I'm daddy's girl. My dad has always been very present in my life and he has done literally everything for me. And for some reason, I keep dreaming that my dad dies. It has been a few years since the last time I dreamt with that, but it still lowkey hurts you know? So when the DM was talking about her father, I wasnt "seeing" Elizaebeth's fater, I was seeing MY dad.

And also, Elizabeth has this feeling inside of her of like, she wishes she could have said goodbye to her family. Because the last time she saw them, she didn't know it would be last time, she didn't get to say goodbye, But now, she's in this position where she HAS to choose between her family or her life, and she has to say goodbye to them but she still can't bring herself to do it. She can't even touch him.

This is why she said it would hurt more. Because now she is actively choosing to leave them behind. She is forced with saying goodbye and this is the hardest thing she has ever done before.

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2, 3, 8, 11, 14, 29, 34, 37, 38, 41. tell me about your ldb i Want to Know

[skywim ask game]

LDB JACKAL MY BELOVED,,,, having the time of their life being gay in-between running away from many things while screaming <3

under a cut both bc platonically blows u a kiss for the questions and bc i RAMBLE…..many thinks. head full of Skyrim

2: Do they worship any deities, be it aedra or daedra?

worship hircine, got scruffed by him bodily and shoved into his pocket, same thing :}

hircine is the only one they Officially worship (ie leave him offerings + pray to him + occasionally throw rocks at his window asking for boons bc they are His MOST Special Little Guy Come On They Deserve It!!!) but the rest of the daedra have a kind of? working agreement with them? jackal is more used to worshiping gods that don't have. Such A Presence so they take extra steps to be polite half from awe half from Fear™

i could write a ten page tangent tho on their vibes wrt the aedra and Especially akatosh and kyne i have SO many opinions-

3: What factions are they a part of?

okay so this one ive actually been on and off biting at,,,

officially they're with the companions (they rolled up with lucien and inigo, having been blessed/cursed by hircine himself like a few months ago, and everyone went "....oh. new child??? new child.") and thieves guild (kinda a similar thing, area doggy looks SO pathetic brynjolf had to take pity on them otherwise he's pretty sure they would just. fall into the water and die??)

but they also did. yknow murder grelod a little. like not even as part of the quest just as a I Went Out Of My Way Because FUCK This Lady!!! so i'm undecided yet if they're officially part of the brotherhood or if they just. awkwardly hang around. have that connection. roll back up a year later like SO DRAGONS HUH

same with the volkihar vampires i had a whole thing in my head of Plot but i can't quite seem to finagle it into the plot points and >:0! (it's also why jackal is both doggy AND vampire. i have LORE i just can't dot the dots) (altho i do think it would be funny having them vanish for a year or so bc of the alduin thing, and roll back up to them as well like "where the FUCK have you been you were supposed to be finding the elder scroll" "........so. dragons-")

also the dragon cult this is so important + where most of their story is todd had to not make them part of the official game or id be too powerful-

8: What is their combat style?

crying and looking pathetic <3

no but rlly while that is their tactic for the first….like several months (when they got isekaid into Skyrim they had 0 muscle mass and it's a miracle they've lived this long) eventually they settle on a combination of destruction magic+short swords, it's easier to stab someone if they're more focused on the fact part of them is frozen and or on fire

also using their werewolf form. tho that's usually less on purpose more when a fight is going Bad and they freak out

11: From a story standpoint, what is the general opinion of your character amongst the people of Skyrim?

the ppl of Skyrim, slapping the top of their head: this little guy can fit SO many weird words in em (jackal stop trying to explain to the people what a "meme" is. jackal no-)

NO BUT…..i love the idea that. jackal honestly isn't that recognizable as The Dragonborn™™ at least up until the whole alduin thing

so their idea of jackal as Dragonborn is this grand hero..so brave…mysterious little guy…kills some dragons tho so nice there, doesn't seem to get involved in politics which good for them it's kinda a mess

but jackal as a Person is just! little guy energy! recognizable as "that skittish Breton/Nord (??) who's pretty polite, doesn't talk a lot, but helps out the local farmers a bunch, plays with the kids, seems generally chill? so we let em be. also they bit ulfric once SO. good for them."

14: What's their morality like?

yes <3

ough but no jackal is sooo. gnaws on them like a chewtoy. morally grey is probably the best label that fits? they're able to rationalize a LOT of what they do, at least to themself as a coping mechanism but also some of their actions are Objectively Not Great! (murdering grelod, stealing from ppl, the whole eating people while in dog mode, making out with an immortal dragon god who kinda wants to rule Skyrim. y'know)

this is also compounded by the dragon souls thing because of hc's i have for them, especially after mirmulnir initially. they got a bit of internal "im a Dragon, morals don't apply because im built Better <3" going on they have to shove down hard (esp when alduin enters the scene and goes 👀? oh??? i could make them WORSE??)

29: What do they think of Skyrim politics? (Jarls, Thanes, empire, high kings, etc)

jackal voice wow! i respect literally none of you guys! :D

no but rlly it's SO. gnawing on them again. since jackal is my little me that got isekaid they came into Skyrim with so, so many opinions. but interacting with everyone got all of what they knew/thought they knew smashed onto rocks, where they get it they know politics and decisions are Hard but

they were given like. a Lot of reasons to eventually do a heel turn and slap Skyrim onto a silver platter to shove into alduin like "no im done. fuckin take it before I change my mind and realize you're the worse option here" :0!

34: What is their most preferred weapon type? (Ex: Glass dagger, dwarven bow, etc)

KHOPESH KHOPESH !! i don't know. which mod it's from. but i got it in game and i like it and jackal uses it frequently

they're also a fan of crossbows :} not very good at them tho bc their depth perception is shit rip

37: Did you make this character with a certain love interest in mind?

funny fact no actually?? jackal came about iirc when i was dragging myself back into Skyrim after an annual Depression Slump™ and while i think id tossed about the idea of getting together with Farkas (my first husband when Skyrim came out hfj) i don't think it was Officially Planned

38: Is there a certain mod that is very important to this character's playthrough?

all of them……

okay but rlly i have a bunch that add on little bits that are pleasing to Me For Lore (ie adding on more werewolves + werewolf disease, making animals NOT immediately hostile, cloaks + bags etc etc)

but in actuality i am holding both Lucien and Inigo over my head i don't entirely have ALL the dots dotted but they are my FRIENDS…..my lil guys :}

41: Do they wear war paint and if so, is it significant to them in any particular way?

pop cat noises bc yes but also no? at least not any of the base game ones

but i Have tossed around the idea unofficially in my head that the dragon priests wore specific paints when out of their masks? an jackal would wear one of their designs

at least in the time period of "sort of alduins unofficial/quasi official priest and link to the rest of Skyrim" that happens before they're on equal level/technically not equal and jackals kinda dragging around the world eater on a leash while he goes

and then sometimes after bc alduin likes it but he won't say it gay ass-

#jackals barks #tai tag #long post #ask games #comes back into awareness with skyrim thoughts lets gooooo-#anyways theyre my special little guy who is allowed to do a couple crimes just for funsies #whos story details are subject to change only in so far as whatever is sexiest/funniest at the time :}#and or what makes my friends threaten me fastest <3

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