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solemnly-mischievous · 3 years

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HOLY SHIT RIVALRY WAS SOOOO F@&KIMG GOOD OH MY 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I was wondering you would be open to doing a jealous draco smut with breeding kink? Maybe you’re wearing a short sundress that’s riding up and getting looks from the guys and he pulls you aside 🥵

very glad to hear you enjoyed rivalry! read this request and wrote it in like two hours. here you go, anon, hope you like it too ;)

Contains: Breeding kink, jealousy, possessiveness (like... kind of a lot of that), large amounts of dirty talk, themes of exhibitionism (only mentioned)

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Of course you didn't purposely choose the smallest sundress you owned to wear that day. It was the only sundress you packed to bring to Malfoy Manor for the summer. You'd never intentionally wound up Draco—you aren't a brat or anything... on most days.

But maybe. Just maybe. You enjoyed seeing how his eyes had widened when you'd revealed your outfit. Maybe you liked how his eyes were constantly on you, your exposed skin, the deeper-than-necessary neckline. Your thighs.

And, alright, maybe this sundress was less a dress than a gratuitously long shirt.

But still. You never meant to get him so bothered.

You're also decidedly not complaining.

The day is truly hot and bright in the "backyard" of Malfoy Manor, the sun heating up your skin so much you're coated in a light sheen of sweat, despite your lack of clothing. You, Draco, and a couple other friends are about a three-minute walk away from the Manor, lounging by the beach.

You weren't even aware the Malfoy Manor was near a beach, but the more you know.

The other boys have unbuttoned their shirts in the heat, currently in various stages of modest undress—Blaise Zabini has his shirt fully off, while Theo Nott's is unbuttoned but stayed, reluctantly, on his body. It's soaked, though—you don't count on it staying on for much longer.

Draco, on the other hand, has his shirt fully buttoned, and his black outfit cuts a stark, imposing figure in the bright day. His gaze lingers on you as you stretch in the sun, the sundress riding up with your movements until they barely reach mid-thigh.

He hasn't said much since you emerged from your room in that dress, but he looks as though he's about to say something now.

"Hey!" Theo calls your name and you turn, the Slytherin boy tossing you a chilled glass bottle filled with lemonade. "I brought some along. You look parched."

"I am," you say gratefully, taking the lemonade and uncorking it. It's delightfully cold, and the lemonade tastes heavenly, sweet and sour perfectly balanced. "Bloody hell, Theo, what'd you put in these?"

"It's so bloody good, isn't it," Blaise says, chugging his own bottle before giving a satisfied sigh. "I'm telling you: Drugs."

"A dash of magic," Theo replies to you, grinning. You laugh. Beside you, Draco tenses.

"C'mon, Draco, try some," you urge him, holding the glass bottle out. "It's so good."

"I'm good, thanks," Draco declines, and you shrug.

"More for me, then." You tip the lemonade back, exposing your neck and collarbones as you lift your head, and you finish the whole small bottle in a few large gulps. Your throat bobs as you swallow, and you feel Draco's unrelenting stare on you.

Lowering the empty bottle, you feel a rush of euphoria as the sugar hits your system. Combined with the relief from the pressing heat, you can't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

Draco stiffens next to you, but you only turn to offer Theo a large pleading smile. "Tell me you brought more."

Theo looks like he's been caught in headlights, and takes a moment to unfreeze before he can register the sentence. His gaze trails down your body playfully, lingering at your neckline, how you're breathing harder than usual from drinking. "I might've. What's in it for me, doll?"

"Huh?" You blink in confusion.

"I could be persuaded to give you more," Theo says suggestively, winking, and then Draco is grabbing your arm and Apparating away from the beachside.

"Going to grab sunscreen!" is the only explanation he yells at his friends before the two of you vanish.

The two of you appear in Draco's room, you stumbling with the force of the arrival.

"Draco, what—"

"Don't," he warns, and kisses you without warning. The force of it takes you by surprise, and you fall backwards onto his bed, bringing him with you.

Draco nips at your bottom lip and trails down your neck, biting into the delicate skin there. You yelp, then moan, and your fingers clutch desperately at his shirt.

"Gonna hex him," Draco mutters, before sucking another hickey into the skin around your collarbone. You whimper from the feeling.

"What—what do you mean—Theo?"

"No, bloody Hagrid," he drawls, and pushes you into his mattress. He pins you down, and there's a light in his eyes that's almost—possessive. "Yes, Theo."

"Why?" And then you realize. "Oh—no, Draco, he was just joking."

"I don't bloody care." The blond tugs at your sundress, almost too harshly. "He wanted you. I could tell. Blaise did too. I can't blame them, with you looking like this. Bet they wanted to rip this dress off your pretty body and fuck you in the sand."

"I—"

"I'm still wondering what to do with it," Draco continues, cutting you off. "Should I let you keep it on while I fuck you? So we can get it all dirtied and wrinkled, for when we return to the beach?"

Your face flushes at the idea of Theo and Blaise seeing you in freshly-fucked apparel, dress all uneven and stained with sweat and Merlin knows what else. They'd know—oh, they'd know, alright.

"Or," Draco muses, his voice darkening, "should I tear it off of you? You could wear one of my shirts back. Just the shirt, though."

"Draco," you whine, clamping your thighs together to get some friction. He's talking too much, not touching you enough, and you grind upwards into his leg to try and get his attention.

"Slow down now, or I'll tear this dress off you and not let you dress properly before I Apparate us back," Draco warns, and you still your motions. "There we go. Good girl."

He seems to be impatient as well, though, as he shrugs off his shirt hurriedly and kicks off his trousers. "I think I'll fuck you with the dress on. Let it be a reminder, hm?"

"Yes, please, just—" And then he's pushing your sundress up roughly, exposing much of your abdomen and a sliver of your bra, and tugging your panties to the side roughly. He doesn't even have the patience to take them off.

"Gonna show them you're mine," Draco growls, sinking two fingers in at once deep into your cunt, and you let out a loud, surprised moan. "Good thing no one's home, love. I'm going to make you scream."

He thrusts in and out, fucking you roughly with his fingers, until he's deemed you loose enough to curl his fingers in. They brush against the spot that makes you see stars and you moan his name loudly, the end of the moan tapering off into a desperate whine.

"Draco, fuck, fuck me," you babble, and he seems to agree, kicking his boxers off and giving his cock a few rough tugs with his free hand before drawing out his fingers.

You don't even have time to process the loss before Draco's pressing in, your cunt tight and wet around him. He groans out a stifled curse, bottoming out and bumping against your cervix, and you whimper from the stretch.

"After I'm done with you, love, no one will touch you," he murmurs, and then he starts to move. He fucks into you slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm, and then he's pounding into you with a vengeance, hitting your sweet spot with every few thrusts. "They'll know you're mine. Mine to love and fuck and keep."

"Yours," you repeat, although he could've said anything in that moment and you would've agreed wholeheartedly.

"I'm gonna fill you up, love," Draco pants, his rhythm unrelenting. He has a hand on your bared abdomen, and he grips you so tight you think you might bruise. "Gonna fill you up with my cum 'till you're dripping, gonna fucking breed you so you'll always be mine—"

You clench involuntarily around him at his words, a fresh wave of arousal making you drip around his cock. "Oh, bloody hell—Draco!"

"Yeah? You like the sound of that?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he fucks you fast and rough. "Good."

"Please," you whisper, "please, fuck, come in me, fill me up, make me yours—"

"Mine," Draco echoes, and one of his hands reaches to your clit, circling it playfully, flicking it occasionally so you lurch and clench around him in pleasure. "I'll fuck you over and over until we get there, love, don't think I won't—gonna make you carry my heirs, then you'll wholly be mine."

"Fuck, Draco!" you moan as you come, and Draco groans lowly when you clench and tighten around him in your orgasm. "Oh, fuck, yes, please, make me all yours, pump me full and claim me—"

With a strangled moan, Draco comes inside of you, and you feel him filling you up as he'd promised—painting your insides with his release and pulling out after he's emptied himself. He admires his work: You, well-fucked and blissed out, the sundress rumpled and soaked in sweat.

"Good girl," he praises, Summoning a washcloth from his bathroom and pressing the cold, soothing fabric to your face. "You did so good."

"'m yours," you murmur, smiling delightedly at him. "Aren't I?"

"Yes, love." Draco's eyes gleam with a sudden idea, and instead of leaning over to clean your oversensitive, dripping cunt, he tugs your panties back into place. Your brows furrow in confusion.

"So we can make sure you're truly filled up, hm?" He tilts his head, as if to ask if it's alright with you, and you nod, heat pooling in your abdomen at the idea of walking around all day with Draco's release still inside of you, dripping into your panties, maybe even soaking through them.

A thought occurs to you. "But—they might see!"

Draco smirks at you lazily, raising an eyebrow.

"So?"

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morganas-destiny · 3 years

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One thing I love most about the "You're not Merlin" scene from 'A servant of two masters' is the fact that it's basically a callback to Merlin and Morgana in 1x01. A royal getting completely naked behind the changing screen, talking to who they think is their servant but is actually their sibling's servant (or soon-to-be servant in Merlin's case and past servant in Gwen's case). And it just makes me think, you know, like what if Morgana had like Arthur walked out, naked, to look at Gwen, only to find Merlin standing there? The logical answer would likely be a lot of screaming, quick hiding and yelling for guards, especially since she didn't know him yet. But the much funnier option would be if she reacted the same way as Arthur. Just having her brain short circuit for a moment and then going "You're not Gwen". And Merlin being like "No. No, I'm not" (I was just gonna leave it at that but I had some time to spare and wrote a little OneShot to go with it lol. Enjoy.)

Why me, was all Merlin could think. Well, that and I should have knocked. He had almost been able to sneak out of the chambers of the Lady Morgana unnoticed, after trying to imitate her maid's voice and hiding behind a dress and whatnot to avoid being caught. But of course, of course, she had decided that she wanted to speak to her maid, and friend, face to face. She had walked out from behind the changing screen and locked eyes with Merlin. And as if that hadn't been bad enough, she had still not been dressed. The king's ward just walked out on him, completely nude. Merlin silently said goodbye to his life because surely, she would scream for the guards to take him to the dungeons and soon after to the chopping block because being caught in the same room as the naked ward of the king would surely cost him head. However, that wasn't what happened. She gave a surprised yelp and grabbed behind the screen, pulling out the gown she had taken off beforehand and pressing it against her body to cover the most important parts. She stared at him wide-eyed and in his quiet panic, all Merlin could do was stare back. A few second ticked by, in which neither said anything. Then Morgana narrowed her eyes. "You're not Gwen.", she stated the obvious. Merlin blinked a few times. "Errr... no. No, I- I just-" His thoughts raced, trying to figure out how to properly explain what exactly was going on. That he never meant to spy on her or get into this situation. His eyes fell on the sleeping draught he had brought and hastily went to pick it up, almost dropping it in the process. "I just came to deliver this. I- I'm new, I came to live with Gaius and- well." He interrupted himself, because he started to trip over his own words and also because he knew; every new word only made it seem more and more like a weak excuse. He could only hope and pray now that the Lady Morgana believed him and would let him go with a warning. "Oh.", she just said though. Oh? Merlin didn't know what to do with that. He gulped, placing the little bottle back on the wooden surface and averted his eyes. His cheeks were flushing more intensely with each passing second. He could feel Morgana's gaze on him. "Do you know where she is? Gwen, I mean.", she asked. Merlin dared to look up again, then slowly shook his head. "Hm.", Morgana only hummed in response. Merlin felt close to a mental breakdown. He wished the girl would just do something. Anything. Shout at him, tell him to get out, for god's sake, at this point, he'd even willingly let the guards take him to the dungeons. Even if he would hate to do that to Gaius. Though losing his head was almost a welcome idea, compared to the terrible uncertainty of this moment. Finally, after what felt like ages, the Lady Morgana opened her mouth again. "I would like to get dressed now." Merlin wanted to cry in relief. He could go. He could go and hopefully forget this incredibly awkward, embarrassing interaction. But no, he'd rejoiced to soon. "Are you familiar with fastenings?" He blinked in surprise and confusion, not realising what she wanted from him. He thought about it. Well, growing up with only a mother meant he had helped with a dress here and there at times. Though he doubted that the simple dresses of his mother were anything in comparison to the expensive, extravagant gowns of a princess. In his helplessness and under the scrutinizing eyes of the Lady Morgana, he only shrugged. "A little." Morgana nodded, as if to say good enough. "Wait there." Merlin's eyes widened and with rising panic, he watched as Morgana disappeared behind the changing screen again. The rustling of fabric indicated that she was putting on her other dress. Nervous sweat dampened the little hairs of Merlin's hairline. This couldn't possinly be really happening. "Alright, you can come.", her voice exclaimed from behind the screen. Merlin's heart near dropped into his pants but he didn't really know what else to do than listen. So, he walked over on wobbly knees and peeked behind the screen.

Upon seeing his cautious gaze, Morgana tilted her head. "Come on. My maid's obviously not here but you are. And considering you're fully dressed, you have an unfair advantage which I can't really allow." Feisty. Unusual for a girl of her standing but Merlin wasn't going to object. He just nodded and lifted his trembling hands to brush away some of her hair, which was even softer to the touch than it looked, and began to fiddle with the fastening. It took him twice as long as necessary and something definitely looked a bit off but he figured it would have to do and stepped back. Morgana shook her hair so that the long locks could freely flow down her body again. "Thank you.", she simply said, but a small smile danced around her lips. "Hm-mhm.", was all Merlin was able to get out. "My lady?" Both of them turned their heads to the door, through which Gwen had just entered, appearing to be rather confused at Merlin's presence. "Gwen!", Morgana greeted cheerily. Then she noticed the way her maid eyed Merlin. "Gwen, this is..." She trailed off, realising that she had never actually learned the name of the stranger who had shown up in her chambers. "Merlin.", he helped out. "But, uh, we know each other." He motioned between himself and Gwen. "Really?" Gwen nodded, hardly able to surpress a giggle. "We met while he was in the stocks." Morgana seemed bewildered for a moment, thinking that she had apparently allowed a criminal to help her with her dress. Gwen, who sensed her mistress's change of mood, quickly went to add: "He's the one who stood up to Arthur." Instantly, the other girl's face lit up again. "Oh, you are?" Merlin rubbed his neck, flustered. "Well..." "He's too humble. I saw it myself. It was very brave.", Gwen grinned, coming closer to the other two. Morgana looked at him with a smirk and a twinkle in her eye. "My, my, so Camelot's very own newest hero helped me with my fastening. I'm honored." The pink in Merlin's cheeks turned bright red. "I-", he croaked out. "I should probably go. Gaius- Gaius is probably waiting for me." Morgana laughed quietly. "You may go." He resisted the urge to exhale in relief and promptly marched towards the door with large steps. "Bye, Merlin.", Morgana's voice sounded one more time behind him. Despite his better instincts, he turned around once more and of course, ran into the doorframe. The two girls stiffled their laughter. Merlin let out a short, nervous chuckle and slipped out into the hallway. As soon as he was out, he allowed himself to breathe again. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to get out of that situation alive but he was glad he did. He just hoped he wouldn't have to step under the Lady Morgana's eyes again soon. Of course he didn't know yet that with his luck, he would earn an official job in the castle as Prince Arthur's manservant just a few hours later.

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thedevildomdaily · 3 years

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Demonic Possessions Ch 6: The Design Diva Strikes Again!

Here's the first of TWO chapters coming to ya on my days off as promised! Thanks for being patient and the well-wishes. I'm recovering pretty well.

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Warnings: Swearing, NSFW (I told you I'd get to it soon lol)

Lilly squirmed around in her bed. Her pink and purple curls were sticking out around her pillow that she used to smother her own face. A hand with beautiful galaxy nails, courtesy of Asmodeus, was planted in the middle of it. She moaned and groaned, not wanting to wake up. That was until she felt movement in her bed!

Her hand clutched the pillow and tossed it quickly from her face in a hurry. She immediately looked down at the foot of her bed. There was a large mass beneath her giant, fluffy comforter. There was something in her bed!

Slowly mustering all of her courage, the human eased the comforter up and open. Her eye were squinting, afraid of what she was about to see at her feet. One eye opened, then the other.

“Hello~” there was a very sensual, yet familiar voice. A set of icy blue, glowing orbs stared at Lilly before she registered the female nephilim peering at her from the darkness beneath the covers.

Yes, it was Lena! A nearly naked Lena at that: she wore a lacy black thong that was completely see-through and an oversized tank top. Because she was on all-fours, the giant opening hung low enough to reveal her full chest. She giggled devilishly and licked her lips, staring at Lilly like a predator.

“L-L-Lena!?! What are you doing!?” Lilly gasped. Her beautiful, tanned skin was now bright red as she looked at the nephilim crawling closer, between her legs.

“You, if you’d let me babe…” she smirked and crawled closer, now close enough to anchor her hands on either side of the human’s hips. She tilted her head to the side, letting her long hair fall to the side, gently touching Lilly’s leg. She awaited her answer, knowing very well how tempting she looked in this precarious position.

Lilly gulped, and parted her lips for a moment, staring at Lena in almost a trance. A nod followed, then a motion for Lena to approach her further. The nephilim crept up and over the petite human and kissed her softly.

“Good choice…” Lena purred. Lilly laughed and pulled her into a deeper kiss. Her lips tasted sweet and her skin was like the finest silk in the three realms. The human wanted to explore every inch of her body.

The nephilim wasted no time to straddle her. Lilly gasped as she watched her remove her top, revealing her beautiful large breasts; They nearly made her cry, “You’re so fucking gorgeous Lena…”

Lena giggled, “Look who’s talking...you’re fucking hot. I’ve lived for thousands of years and never seen such perfect caramel skin and those lovely violet eyes. You’re bewitching Lilly.” She pulled the human into a deeper, more sensual kiss. Her hands wandered to the small of her back, slowly lifting her shirt up and off.

Unable to wait any longer, the mortal reversed their positions, pinning Lena on her back. She was dominant by nature, and while she knew she was no match for a powerful being like the nephilim, she wanted to take control. Lena seemed very welcoming to the idea.

Lilly ran her tongue across Lena’s left nipple as she softly groped the other. Hearing the other woman moan was music to her ears. It’s been so long since she’d shared her bed with anyone; a dry spell since the exchange program began.

Just as she began to inch Lena’s thong down, Lilly began to wonder why she was thinking so intently about things other than this drop-dead gorgeous creature beneath her and what was that sound in the distance…

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS MESS?!!!!”

The human woke to those words. A fucking dream!? NOOOOOOOOO! Pouting, she looked over at her temporary roomy, waking up on her couch; fully clothed and oblivious as to what was going on.

A series of profanities filled the entire House of Lamentation. Lena knew who it was and wanted to jump out of the nearest window and run away.

Mammon gave his one knock warning and popped his head in. “Are ya guys alright? Who was that?” Awe, he came to check on them.

“That was just my darling brother discovering my room you guys are lending me...and the sound of a nephilim experiencing a heart attack I’d imagine…”

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Lena quickly put on a robe and followed a series of ‘motherfuckers’, ‘sons-a-bitches’, and ‘dirty rat bastards’ to the attic. Both Lilly and Mammon accompanied her, despite the many warnings she gave them. “Major Diva warning alert...just saying…”

When they arrived upstairs, the trio found a raving mad Azri, Asmo, and Satan. The demons were standing in the doorway, quietly observing the nephilim as he inspected the room. He was listing every single thing that was wrong with the room.

“Good morning, my darling big brother…” Lena grinned evilly at him. This caused a chain-reaction of giggles.

“There’s not a damn good thing about it!” Azri responded with his hands on his hips, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner that they put you in the filth and squalor like those poor ‘Flowers in the Attic children’?! These are abhorrent living conditions Azralena!”

Lena had to fight hard not to laugh or tell him it was cleaned-up compared to what it was like after Belphegor took his stuff out that first night. He’d scream and faint like a goat if she did. “It’s not that bad bro. If anyone can fix it up, it’s you!”

Azri stopped his pacing and approached his little sister. Everyone held still, afraid of his reaction. He put his hands on her petite shoulders and looked down at Lena with a severe expression, “Lena,” he paused, “I may have to actually pray to celestial realm and every angelic fiber of my body for a fucking miracle to fix this abomination…”

“Is it really so horrible?” A deep voice boomed from behind them. Apparently, Lucifer had joined the fray.

“Oooh, Lucifer’s involved now...this is gonna be good…” Asmo whispered to his brothers and Lilly. There were smiles exchanged, but nobody was brave enough to laugh at this in front of the eldest brother.

“As a matter of fact it is Lucifer,” Azriel responded, “My sister deserves better than this. Are we not guests of Lord Diavolo’s? My sister has told me about ‘how cool Leviathan’s room is with the jellyfish and mega aquarium…” he then looked over at Asmodeus, “and his room is ‘absolutely beautiful’ she says. And it has a giant bathroom that looks like Regina George’s...and you give a dust-filled, cobwebbed attic with loose boards and….ARE THOSE EYES!!!!!?”

Azriel pointed to a whole in the wall on the north side. “This is unacceptable! As the eldest brother you must take responsibility to make sure my sister is staying in comfortable living quarters during her stay!”

Lena just tried to hide her face out of embarrassment. Why was he such a diva? She of course appreciated him looking after her like this, but sometimes he was just too much. This was definitely one of those cases.

“And what do you propose I do about it? My brothers each fixed their rooms on their own. This IS the House of Lamentation, not a human world resort.” Lucifer responded dryly. He did have a point there. One that only irritated the eldest nephilim. Lena felt the need to intervene before things got ugly.

“Hey guys, let’s just take a chill pill for a moment…” she said, holding her hands up as if to surrender to this mess.

‘Chill...pill…?” Lucifer looked at the female nephilim with a weary and perplexed expression.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a metaphor…” Lena chuckled, “Look, I never meant things to get out of hand and Azri...you shouldn’t barge into someone’s home and go off like this...apologize. Now.”

After looking down at his short, little sister, Azriel sighed, “Sorry. Lena is right. I tend to...overreact when it comes to my siblings. I am in charge of the both of them.”

“I...can understand that.” Lucifer was willing to meet him halfway. From one eldest sibling to another.

“And Luci...fer” Lena almost tried a nickname but was not brave enough to go there yet. “Uhm, please allow my brother to remodel this room. I promise he is a professional in interior design as well as fashion. He will make structural repairs that could save future incidents. It’d give him peace of mind, I’ll be cozy, and you get a new roof out of it...for free.”

Lucifer eyed her, then her brother. They were both strangers, but if he was a professional, the demon believed he could be trusted enough for the task. “Very well. The two of you can do what you see fit in this room..and the roof if necessary. You’re not to do anything with any other room without my immediate permission alone. And, of course, you’re responsible for the remodeling costs. My brothers paid for the own rooms to be remodeled into what they are now. Even Mammon.”

All eyes shot to the Avatar of Greed and he felt it immediately, “HEY! What y’all look’n at! Of course I paid for my room to look as amazing as me, The Great Mammon!”

“He says that like we could actually believe him…” Satan muttered and the others agreed with him.

“Bet it was paid for from stolen belonging or money laundering schemes…” Lilly added.

“Most definitely.” Amso agreed.

“STOP TALK’N AS IF I’M NOT HERE!!!” Mammon yelled.

Lucifer cut his conversation with Lena and Azriel short to deal with his siblings. “MAMMOOON! Quit yelling so loudly. Get downstairs and eat breakfast. Now!”

The group, sans Azriel, did head down to eat breakfast. Those missing at the scene were filled in about the construction that was going to be done to Lena’s room by her brothers. Azriel was the design genius, but it was Zak that was the brawn behind the project. He was just more sensible and refused to show up so early in the morning.

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The rest of the day went by fairly quickly. In just a couple of days, the nephilim had adjusted nicely into their classes. Belmont Academy had a similar curriculum blended with human education as well. It was “hybrid education for hybrid youth” as Lena explained it. She talked Lilly into checking into it once she returned to the human realm after the exchange program.

At lunchtime, the group joined together and talked about the events that started their morning. Asmo and Mammon dramatically told everyone what happened, getting everyone laughing about it. Well everyone but the two nephilim.

“Why the fuck didn’t you stop him from showing up so early?” Lena asked Zak, pointing her fork at him.

“I told him not to. He lied, saying he wouldn’t, and took off when I hopped in the shower. For being the supposed ‘responsible one’, he’s horrible when it comes to using his design skills or cleanliness…”

Lena sighed and nodded, “The. worst.”

“You do have to hand it to him though,” Asmodeus chimed in, “Azri did stand toe-to-toe with Lucifer without batting a silvery eyelash. That’s crazy! And Lena! You got between them quickly to intervene and stopped them from bickering!”

“Well of course. The root cause is ultimately my fault. So I took responsibility for it. Besides, it was pretty stupid to begin with. Arguing over interior designing an attic. Really?” Lena laughed.

“OOOOH I GOT IT!,” An otherwise quiet Leviathan exclaimed, “Your superpower is the ability to calm even the most powerful foes, like Lucifer, down!?!”

Lena paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, her brother joining in. Even Solomon couldn't help but chuckle at the notion. “THAT’S HILARIOUS!!!” She began to choke and punched her chest to stop it. “That’d be great. And it would have probably stopped many of earth’s wars. But nope. That’s definitely not it Levi-kun!”

Her response embarrassed the third eldest demon brother. That was, until she called him Levi-kun; It brought up a whole different reason to be embarrassed.

~*~*~

The rest of the school day passed in the blink of an eye. The RAD students disbursed, with the Purgatory students wishing everyone good luck with the remodelling go on. It was code for ‘good luck not getting into another fight over it’.

On the way home, they decided to grab Hell’s Kitchen burgers to go. Of course Beel wanted to eat a dozen there first, so they divided between those playing arcade games, those ordering the food, and Belphie watching Beel eat and hopefully not go on a rampage.

“Yes! I got it!” Lena screamed. She was at the claw machine with Lilly and Leviathan.

“That’s amazing!” Lilly cheered.

Leviathan gave his signature scream of excitement and proceeded to tell the girls what character it was, and their backstory, and everything in between.

“So what I’m hearing is…this is a valuable part of a set...and that you’re collecting that set aren’t ya?” Lena asked.

“Yeah. I’m missing her and two others.” Levi admitted.

Lena grinned and handed it over to the demon. “Then you’ll get more value out of having this than I will. So you’d better take it then.”

“R-Really?” Levi asked, shocked that she would just give the figurine to him.

“Yes, really!” Lena chuckled, “I just wanted the thrill of winning. You can have the figure. I don’t know what I’m gonna have room for when Azri’s done and that clothing haul is moved in from Lilly’s room.”

“ARIGATO!!!!” Levi cheerfully thanked the nephilim and held up the figurine into the air to admire it.

Lilly lingered back, watching the two nerd-out, sighing inwardly. It was clear that Lena was getting a little attached to Leviathan. He wasn’t catching on, and it made it more adorable...and sickeningly sweet to her. Oh well, she’d have to rely on her dreams still, until she could find a hot demoness that was interested in her and not devouring her soul.

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bnha-almost-a-hero · 4 years

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₊˚.༄━━𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄,

𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄,

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; yandere! shigaraki tomura, gender neutral! reader, toga himiko, dabi

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲; le casa de papel

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; mentions of death, blood, knives, mentions of guro, one mention of abuse, a knife fight happens, toga is a yandere and a whole ass warning on her own, dabi makes like one sexual reference, language, a vague post-apocalypse with bad worldbuilding, one vague reference to the dabi is a todoroki theory.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭; adaptation━━༉‧₊˚✧.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭*; (╭☞•́⍛•̀)╭☞ @inanabsentia & @maris-chan!

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You stand straight as bone as you feel the sharp tip of the blade press hard against your back. A cold, clammy tingle pricks at your fingertips as your heart swells your veins with blood and your nerves pumps adrenaline through your body. You remember back to your biology class, remember back to your school days.

Conflict is a constant when observing animals and their behaviour. Species fight over territory, food, mates and other resources necessary to sustain life. You can remember the clicking beneath your biology teacher’s feet as they paced across the classroom, how eccentric they had been. Whilst fighting and killing is a necessary evil in nature, there are a list of animals who engage in killing for pleasure without any reasonable gain. Amongst these animals are humans.

If you attacked Toga or even killed her, would it simply be adhering to your animalistic nature, or was there another way around the situation? Vaguely, in some broken recess of your mind, you remember someone telling you that diplomacy was strictly a human invention: better than the wheel, or the steam engine, or even money.

That most likely wasn’t true, of course, but it was a thought that passed your mind. Maybe if you talked your way out of this, maybe if you used reasoning and such, you wouldn’t have to fight at all. That was preferable.

“I—,” Your mouth feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton, your throat so dry it ought to light a fire. You stare ahead at the door across the hallway—white and gilded and ostentatious. If only you could reach out and push it open, escape towards the light. That was when you glimpsed it.

The door was ajar, if only slightly, enough for the passing person to be able to look in with ease. You swallow deep and turn toward Toga, readying your bluff, “I was going to close the door. I—I didn’t want anyone listening to us.”

Toga grips your arm harder, twists it hard as she swerves the knife round and forward in one swift motion, until it’s inches from your throat. You can almost smell the metallic tinge of the steel. The metal glints in the harsh light emanating from the bulb above you, a white, flashing warning of danger that curls around the blade. Your heart pulses.

“Do you think I’m stupid, ____-chan?” Toga asks. Her voice is simple, with the sing-song inflection that you’ve come to know from her. “I know you’re not totally onboard with Tomura’s plan, my Izuku wasn’t either, but you’ll come to know. You’ll learn to love him,” She leans in to press her face against the crook of your neck. Her breath pricks at your skin as she speaks. “Just you wait. Love is the best feeling there is. The thump, thump of your heart filling with sweet, sweet blood. Oh, it makes me so, so thirsty, ____-chan. Can’t you tell?”

You loathed to think of what her idea of ‘thirsty’ was and you were even more loathed to imagine confronting Shigaraki. Your instincts were begging you to look past all that, however, and look to what really mattered. And what really mattered was dealing with the blade hovering near your throat.

“Toga—” You consider for a moment, then correct yourself, “Himiko, please. Look, I—” You swallow your pride and your emotions and the sick, sinking feeling in your gut. “I’m flattered that Shigaraki, I mean, Tomura, feels like that. Maybe, if you could let me talk to him, we could come to an agreement? You know, on our own?”

Toga hums, the vibration wracking your body with another layer of warm chill. Finally, she withdraws the knife from your neck with a slash and speaks, “Maybe,” She states, sliding two fingers against your arm, “Maybe I’ll talk to him for you. Oh! I’ve always wanted to play matchmaker! In my perfect world, I get what I like, right? I really, really want you two together. You’ll let me do that for you, won’t you?” She grips your arm tighter, practically wringing it out in her ferocity. Her other hand twirls her blade around for your scrutiny. “But, I really want to cut you first, though,” She hovers her lips close to your ear. “It’s been so long since I tasted blood. Just a little prick or maybe a little more?”

Your brain helpfully flicks through a thousand ways you could die all in an instant, but the adrenaline has you feeling a bit more determined, a bit more defiant, a bit more animalistic. Diplomacy was certainly not going to work judging by Toga’s tone, but you really didn’t want to wrestle a teenager to the ground. Although, your frontal lobe reasons, she is a direct danger to you and your survival. Attacking her would be a matter of self-defence; you’d be standing your ground.

“I’ll cut you nice and deep, maybe to the bone.” Toga mutters, casting a gaze to her knife. “No, no, the knife’s not sharp enough. I guess Tomura won’t mind if I cut into your leg or maybe your arms. I’ll just get a nice, juicy vein—“

Without a thought, you draw your elbow back and jam it against Toga’s skull, sending her stumbling back as you hop to action and begin running.

Before the world had ended, you had tuned into some nature documentary whilst cleaning. It was about a wolf and a hare. You remember all of the adaptations the hare had, how evolution had saved it from the claws of the wolf time and time again.

It was funny now and you had to stifle an ill-timed chuckle. You were the hare, running along marble instead of the dewy grasses of a morning pasture and Toga was something of a wolf, with her blade as her claws and her paws twitching to be coated in blood.

“I like it when they run,” She giggles simply as she joins you in your tango between life and death. You barely hear her past the thumping of your ears. Or was that your heart? “They always get scuffed up when they run.”

Your lungs and your nostrils burn white-hot and you count. You count the uneven footsteps of Toga’s shoes against the waxy marble; you count the pulsings of your heart against your rib-cage; you count the metres between you and safety. To fall now, even if it was a brief stumble would mean pain—grievous pain knowing Toga.

And you wouldn’t dare let your friend, Izumi, down like that. You couldn’t leave them alone surrounded by villains lead by a man who hated them. And you make a promise to Izumi as you run, a promise to yourself. There’d be no more playful banter with your villainous captors. Every step you took would be a step devoted to leading your fellow hostages out of the bank and to safety. You swear upon it.

“Gotcha!” Toga announces suddenly, diving toward the floor to grip at your right leg. She tugs sharply and you come tumbling to the ground with the scuff of a shoe. Reflexively, you allow your body to fall on your arms—the only thing saving you from a possible concussion, though your elbows are left aching and burning as a result.

Toga pulls you toward her once more, but you turn swiftly and jam your knee up into her face. She groans, head bobbing backward and you roll fully onto your back, using your left leg to shimmy your way across the floor. A giggle ricochets off the walls, as Toga rears her left arm up and you catch a glimpse of her knife against the ceiling light.

Shit, you think as she bears the knife down onto you. Your attempt to roll to the side is halted as Toga digs her knees into your pelvis, pinning you to the ground as the knife inches closer and closer. Your body lurches up on its own to grab at her wrist with all the might you can muster, holding it in place as she struggles against you.

“Come on, ____-chan!” She begs, pressing the knife down harder. You dig your nails into her wrist but she doesn’t budge. “I swear I won’t touch your face if you just let me—!”

Pinkies, your brain reminds you, put pressure on her pinkies. Your eyes blink with realisation as you remember the online self-defence course you took on the recommendation of your friend. If you put pressure on an opponent’s pinkies, they were more likely to drop their weapon. Something to do with nerves or reflex or something.

You curl your fist around her left pinky finger, twisting it backwards. Her face scrunches up as she screams and her knife drops onto your chest.

Dopamine and adrenaline flood your veins as you grab her wrist and slam her down onto the floor beside you. The yellow of her eyes haze over as you grab the blade and press it flush and flat against her throat.

For good measure and to rub your victory in, you press your knee into her gut and she coughs weakly. Your chest rises and falls as you murmur a thanks to your self-defence tutor, with techniques like that they’d do good in an apocalypse.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You ask, more out of surprise than anything. “I—.”

The creak of the hallway door surprises you and you force your eyes up. Dabi stands there in the threshold, looking quite pleased with himself as he buries his hands into his pockets.

“What did I tell you about attacking the hostages, you crazy bitch? Especially when its Crusty’s favourite jizz material,” He meets your gaze with an electric blue, then angles his head in the direction of the main atrium. “The boss wants to talk to you, or somethin’. Probably gonna confess his dweeby love. I’ll follow you there so Crazy doesn’t attack you again.”

You nod and pocket Toga’s knife in case Shigaraki tries anything. As you rise to your feet, however, Toga grips at your leg. When you look down at her, her nose is all bloody and her lips are curled into a wide smile.

“You’re so strong,” She murmurs, coughing up a little blood and bile. “I wanna be just like you.”

You can’t help but shudder and turn away from Toga—guilt settling deep into your gut. I just beat up a seventeen-year-old whilst being held hostage by Japan’s most dangerous villains all during a post-apocalypse, you think, I need to write a memoir and get a publishing deal.

Dabi holds his arm out for you and, when you quirk a brow, he scrunches up his nose and shakes his head.

“I was taught etiquette as a kid,” He elaborates as he guides you to the bank’s main office that Shigaraki has declared his own. “Hard-ass dad beat it into me; it’s a reflex now.”

You nod—wondering how somehow Dabi of all people could be the most sane villain out of the bunch. Then again, you haven’t exactly met the others but you didn’t have much faith in their tact.

You walk in pleasant silence until Dabi comes to a halt in front of a grand door. He turns to you.

“Don’t tell Shigaraki that I brought you here,” Dabi instructs you with a grave look on his face. “He’ll piss his pants if he knew I touched you.” He looks down to the pocket, bulging with the imprint of Toga’s knife. “Oh and try not to pull the knife on him right off the bat too.”

You nod again and smile as he turns and walks off. Then, steeling your nerves—your bones—your heart before, finally, you turn and knock.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #yandere shigaraki #yandere shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #bnha x reader #tw: yandere #tw: blood #tw: fight #tw: gore #tw: knives #tw: death mention #🙴 my work.#˙˚*:･ﾟ༻series: adaptation

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fablesrose · 3 years

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OKAS XXXII

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Warnings: fluff, angst

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A/n: Thank you all for your patience for this chapter. It has been difficult to balance school, life, and writing, but I’m so glad I knew I had something to go back to once I figured it out. Merry Christmas!!

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And I knew everything was going to be okay.

Until it wasn't.

"And what the hell are you doing?"

I snapped up from the ground to see none other than Nick Fury standing above our rag-tag group lying in the grass.

I swallowed deeply suddenly aware of the bruise on my neck from where nanobots were injected into my body. Nanobots that could probably do a number of unpleasant things to me.

Nick turned to the team who was still lying on the ground, "I thought I told you to get her settled in her room and then get her ready."

"We were getting there eventually." Loki closed his eyes and stayed there with his hands beneath his head.

"I would appreciate it if you did it now so she can get it over with."

"Wait... what's going on?" I was confused since one, Nick wasn't totally fuming, and two, what were they getting me ready for?

"Some evaluations of your condition are needed."

Well if that wasn't the vaguest answer to ever be crafted from a Shield Director I don't know what is.

I stood and brushed my jumpsuit to remove the nonexistent grass sticking on it, "I guess let's get this over with." I started to walk towards the compound when another thought occurred to me, "All my stuff is gone... Isn't it." I turned back towards the group, not expecting anything but a yes.

"Nope."

"What."

Tony leapt to his feet before steadying himself against me, "Well, you know what saps these guys are so they just wouldn't let any of your things go in the trash."

There were some protests from those on the ground, but Tony didn't give them any mind and started to lead me back towards the compound, an arm around my shoulders. He lead me up a couple of floors to a door that looked familiar.

It looked like every other door in the compound.

"Do you remember this?"

"No?"

"Oh. Well, this was the room you used to stay in when you couldn't go back to your apartment."

"Oh," I swung the door inwards to see a fully put together room, "this... This looks exactly like my apartment room." I couldn't help but smile. It felt like home.

"Yeah, Natasha was very precise." Tony stood in the doorway, not wanting to intrude, "So, there's a suit on your bed, you're gonna be doing sparring first. Get changed into that and be back to the common room and we'll head over to the training room." He checked his watch, "you probably have twenty minutes before Fury gets too impatient."

I nodded, but then a problem occurred to me, "uh, how am I gonna get this thing off?" I picked at the sleeve of the metal suit.

"When you're ready just say you want it off and it should relax into a normal suit you can take off." With that, he shut the door behind him and left me to my privacy.

I roamed around the room for a bit, admiring the little things that I had forgotten. There were pictures and little trinkets. I only hoped I could appreciate them like I used to.

The twenty minutes passed by quickly and before I knew it I was in the sparring area in the training room facing someone I had never met.

"Easy there сахарный, I'm not going to hurt you," he said it with a smile, but it only made my frown grow.

"Trust me, that's not what I'm worried about. There's a lot more salt than sugar here."

"Remember, this is just to see your condition Y/n, no powers are allowed, we will go until there is a clear winner," Nick's voice could be heard over the intercom as he sat from the observational area with the rest of the team.

And we were told to begin.

His steps were light, and a little bit quicker than needed, or expected. They were also more sure than mine were. I studied what he was doing as fast as I could, but it wasn't enough. His foot hooked around my knee and brought me to the ground, but I rolled across the mat to his other side. I snapped up to my feet and created some distance between him and myself to buy some time.

We circled for a little bit longer, watching, waiting. He lunged first, aiming for my waist. I twisted out of the way, tripping his feet in one fluid motion making him hit the mat.

The blood was rushing in my ears and everything else fell away.

There was only a young boy in front of me with the same objective as me.

To win.

He didn't even rise all the way off of the floor before he spun to trip me up. I landed hard, making me dizzy. He pinned my arms to the mat, but before he could pin my feet I pulled them up to my chest and kicked him off of me.

He let out a grunt as he flipped over me. I wanted to detain him as he was down, make this as painless as possible, but he was out of my reach too quickly.

Then it was back to circles.

My body was trembling, from adrenaline, strain, or something else, I couldn't tell.

This was the longest match I had been in for a long time. I felt bad for him. He was fighting so hard.

I better not prolong his pain any longer.

I had him in a headlock. I'm not exactly how. His sweaty blond hair was brushing my chin as I slowly cut off his airway. His hand frantically slapped my hand, and then the mat.

"Shhhh, it's okay. It'll be over soon," I swallowed. It was better this way. It was what he wanted.

It was better for everyone this way.

Hands gripped at me and ripped the boy from my grasp. Panic tore through me. I only knew of one person who wasn't allowed to win, it didn't end well for him.

I struggled and shrieked, "No! You sick bastard! I was doing it! You told me to win, I was doing it!" I clawed at the arms surrounding me, trying to hold me still, "Don't you dare take me back there! I did what you asked!"

Someone was trying to speak to me, but I didn't want to know what they were saying.

"You hear me Hen-" I was mid-scream when my world went dark.

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The Avengers sat in a room surrounded by screens of camera footage. All but one was playing different angles of the nearly deadly sparring match. The other was focused on the motionless form of Y/n on her bed.

They were silent, all too scared of what would come if they broke it. But it had to be broken.

"It seems they trained her, but I'm not sure I've ever seen training like that before." Vision was the only one brave enough to say anything, or it could be he didn't fully understand the gravity in the room.

"That's because it isn't training," that odd statement drew the attention of some of the group to none other than James Buchanan Barnes.

"That's survival." He stood from his seat and walked towards the biggest of the screens. It started from the beginning of the match and he pointed carefully at her feet, "You can tell this is training, but this isn't from Hydra. Her footwork is very similar to Clint's so it must be Shield training." He watched as she adjusted her position on the screen, "That uneasy shifting tells me that she hasn't done any formal training or technical sparring in a very long time, muscle memory is driving most of her motions, but it can only go so far."

No one disagreed with him.

The footage continued, "Right here is where I believe she forgot where she was." Bucky turned to face the group, "You're completely right Vision when you said you haven't seen any training like that before, because that isn't something you do unless you're desperate."

The Avengers could hear themselves in the footage yelling.

"He's tapping out. She's not letting go!"

"Stark! Turn her off!"

"What do you think she is? A damn toy?!"

"I said, turn her off!"

"Loki's down there, she's throwing a fit."

"You told me to win, I was doing it!"

"Hurry up Tony."

"I'm working on it!"

"Do you hear me Hen-"

The footage stopped and they were left in silence.

"That must have been what they told her when they told her to fight. They told her to win."

"Wait, are you telling me that she had to do this while with Hydra?" Bucky spun to Steve in disbelief, "What the hell did you think was going to happen, Fury? That she was just going to go 'ho ho guess we're gonna have friendly sparing match and not kill my opponent!'"

"It was necessary, unfortunately."

"Bullshit!"

"You not only put in jeopardy Y/n's sanity, but also Pietro's life. You're lucky he is only needed for overnight observation, Fury. I believe this meeting is over." Wanda stood from her seat and started towards the door.

"What are we going to do about Y/n?"

"How about I 'turn her back on' and let her figure things out. Locking her in a cage isn't going to do anybody any good." Tony looked pointedly at Nick.

He sighed and nodded, "Okay, do what you have to do."

With that, everyone exited from the room.

Natasha and Loki were next to each other when Bucky approached, "Hey, you two were awfully quiet. Anything I should know about?"

"No, we just figured that if we got involved in the mess, it would become..." Natasha trailed off.

"A whole lot messier," Loki finished.

They both had grim looks on their face, a cover for the frustration and worry boiling inside them both.

"We were planning on being there when Tony wakes her up," Natasha stuffed her hands into her back pockets, looking at her feet.

Bucky nodded and started to turn away with a soft smile.

Loki grabbed his shoulder before he could get too far, "Would you like to join us? I'm sure she would be glad to meet you."

"Not as glad as me for the opportunity."

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One moment I was screaming, and the next I was lying on a bed, staring at the ceiling.

"So this is what it's like to have a control button."

"Terribly inconvenient isn't it?"

I didn't even move my gaze from the ceiling, "Like you would know."

"Afraid not, girlie," an unfamiliar voice spoke.

I shifted to lean my back against the headboard, "And I'm afraid that word doesn't apply to me anymore." I looked at Loki and Natasha, "Can you believe that I'm thirty whole years old?" I sighed.

"And life is unfair in that you didn't get to see a more than a few of them."

I reached out and squoze Natasha's hand, "But what do you expect? When has life ever been fair?"

There was a moment of silence before I decided to shake off the self pity.

"Alright, enough of that," I looked at the stranger in the room, "I'm assuming you're friendly since these guys wouldn't have let you in other wise, but I don't believe that I've had the pleasure."

He stood from his seat and stepped closer, offering his hand, "Indeed we have not, though sometimes I think I do know you with how much everyone talks about you. James Buchanan Barnes, miss, but you can call me Bucky."

I took his hand with a small smile, "All good things I hope. I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you after all the shit I've seen, showing up like a ghost."

He laughed, "Yeah, something like that."

"Okay, sorry to be a party pooper, but how's the kid?" I swallowed deeply, scared of what I would hear.

"He's just fine Lady Y/n. He'll be in the infirmary for observation over night, but he'll be just fine." Loki's voice was overly reassuring.

"You know, I can always tell when you feel bad for me, 'cuz you call me that," I smiled at him, though I'm sure it looked forced. "I guess that's one thing we can bond over, a warm hello from the newcomer." I shot Loki a wink, making him groan.

"You are never going to let that go are you?"

"For as long as I live Princey."

Natasha was laughing with Bucky who was a bit confused, but intrigued all the less, "I don't think I've heard this story."

"Oh you will, but maybe not right now," I sat up straight and stretched, "at this moment, I want pizza, a burger, and french fries." I looked pointedly at Loki, "I don't care about my favorite smoothie anymore, I want solid food."

Natasha pulled me from the bed, "Your wish is my command, I was craving something anyway."

So the two of us dashed down the hall, me letting Natasha lead the way to the kitchen.

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#OKAS #chapter 32 #Loki Laufeyson #loki #loki x reader #loki fanfic #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #fluff #angst #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #Vision #natasharomanoff #natasha #tony stark #Nick Fury

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taesbetch · 4 years

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Creatures Of The Night | 02

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut: Vampire!AU

Summary: Creatures of the night, Soul mates, a war between species. You had thought all these things were nothing but folktales. But as the world hidden in plain sight crashes into your day to day life you struggle to keep up. Going from being hunted to the leader of a vampire groups mate, your world is turned upside down and the fight to survive is on.

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Silence.

Rain poured down. The glass doors to the side of the house covered in rain fogged the view of the outside. Your eyes moved from the glass to the side of reyas face. She sat forward, staring at the tv placed in front of the couch you both sat on.

Clearing her throat, she looks over to you.

"You've hear of vampires, werewolves and witches right?" she started, to which you nodded your head in anticipation.

"Well surprise, we exist" she smiled sheepishly. You took a sharp breath before proceeding with your questions.

"and you're..." You trailed on motioning for her to continue.

"Get comfortable, I'm about to tell you the whole history of my kind" she said getting comfortable on the couch. You titled your head, not being able to help your’e growing curiosity.

"you mean about witches?" You asked slowly, Still not too sure which category your friend fell into. Reya smirked as she ran a hand through her hair.

"Not just witches, I'm talking about creatures of the night" she stated taking a deep breath.

"a long ass time ago witches, werewolves and vampires used to live among humans in peace, everyone knew about us, it wasn't a secret nor was it scary. Now we all had an agreement, vampires would feed only when necessary and not to kill, werewolves would chain themselves up when the full moon would approached and witches would not practice what would be known as 'black magic'. This arrangement worked pretty well...until things started changing, you know the saying people fear what they don't understand, yer well that started happening, humans started to fear what they could not control, vampires started thinking they were superior, werewolves started despising vampires and witches got a little rebellious" she explained a little bit.

"What do you mean by rebellious?" I asked curiously.

"We’re oddly powerful beings, some witches can do things you wouldn’t even imagine possible! and i think...Well i think witches started realising that.Anyway, nowadays we hide amongst humans, living the human life by day and going amongst our natural activities by nights....well that's how it's supposed to be anyway" Remee said looking down at her hands.

"What do you mean by..suppose to be? you asked confused.

"well....vampires were sort of banned to the forests, there are some groups who are very well behaved and live with the humans very well, there are some vampires who you could consider vegetarians and only feed off animals.....and then...there are others, who think they own humans, they think humans are just blood bags and theirs to play with. It makes me sick. It makes a lot of us sick, including the werewolves. They think vampires shouldn't even exist anymore, some of them have made it their mission to wipe out the entire vampire race...it's a good time to be a witch, no witch trials, no witch hunts, I'm not being burnt to death, not being involved with the werewolf vs vampire feud is great, and no one really knows I exist" she stated rolling her shoulders as if a weight had been lifted off of them.

You stared at your friend. Your mouth open a little in shock. She was living this whole life and you had no idea about any of it! magic was real...these mythical creatures WERE REAL.

"What about soulmates, ya know for werewolves like in twilight how he had an imprint and stuff, is that real? Do werewolves have claws!? Like in human form? OH MY GOD CAN YOU FLY ON A BROOM!?" You asked excitedly.

"Oh my dear child, you have a lot to learn. First of all, werewolves and vampires have soul mates, don't ask me why, I don't know I'm not a vampire or a werewolf, but every year there's a mating ceremony, i don't know all the details but i think they feel some type of way when they have either met their soul mate or are about to. I pretty much just know everyone has one. Yes werewolves have claws if they want to and no I cannot fly on a freaking broom stick" she said smirking, giving you a quick eye roll.

"Wait okay, at school they were talking about you being a low rat witch, or an ultimate witch? Can you explain that?" you asked wanting to know everything you possibly could.

"So, there are vampires, werewolves, witches and others, their irrelevant. So in these groups, there are other groups, rankings if you will. For werewolves there's omegas, betas and alphas. For witches there's low rate, middle class, higher society and ultimate. For vampires its subservient, intermediary and rapturous, rapturous vampires are dangerous and those guys at the school, yer that's them." she said turning very serious.

"Why are they after me? And what one are you?"

"That night when you saw them, they didn't kill you, they must of thought you saw them as vampires which means their obliged to kill you and its complicated" she sighed sadly.

"wait! But I know about them now, what does that mean!?" You asked as worry and fear finally found its way to your stomach again.

"Don't worry about it! as long as your with me they can't lay a finger on you without getting whopped, you'll be fine, just stay the hell away from them and for the love of god, do not go outside this house at night, are we clear?" Remee said sternly.

You nodded quickly and hugged your body tightly at the thought of your blood being sucked out of your body.

"Now get some rest, don't sweat it, they can't get in the house without either me inviting them in or them ripping through a magic force field, which I doubt will happen" Remee said getting up from the couch.

"I’ll see you in the morning" she smiled before walking up the stairs to her bedroom.

You sighed before fully laying down on the couch, this is all a little much for one.

your eyes averted back to the glass wall, your eyes adjusting as you see what looks like an outline of a male figure.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you slowly approached the glass. The rain seemed to know you was close as it got heavier. The closer you got to the glass the less you could see. Standing right in front of the glass your heart stops. Small sounds almost like footsteps got your heart beat picking up. Squinting your eyes you tried in vain to see but it was no use.

SMACK!

A hand appears on the glass in front of your face. Screaming you move back as jungkooks glowing red eyes and white sharp fangs come into view. The water making his white tee cling tightly to his body showing off every muscle and his godly structure, the fangs from his mouth wide and ready as he laughed at my scared composure.

"Calm down, I told you he can't get in" Reya stated calmly. You wipe around to see reya standing behind you, her eyes narrowed at the man outside.

"just because I can't get in doesn't mean I won't find a way my dear witch" jungkook smirked as he paced back and forth in front of the glass.

"Try your hardest, you'd have to kill me to get in and oh yer, I'm in here and you're out there" Reya smirked coming closer to the glass.

"I don't know what ranked witch you are, but you aren't the only witch I know, your gonna wish you never interfered" jungkook said standing in front of Reya on the other side of the glass. You could cut through the tension between them holy moly.

"Excuse you? I interfered? Who came into my school, looking to kill my best friend, endangering my classmates and oh yer whose house are you at right now?" Reya sassed as she tilted her head to the side giving him a 'who do you think you are' face.

"Don't get sassy little witch, enjoy your night cause it'll be your last...both of you" he said turning his head towards you before winking.

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You tossed and turned, begging yourself to sleep. The silk sheets wrapped around my body as you lay in the darkness. you tried to calm myself down, taking deep breaths in. everything's going to be okay, Reya will be okay, I'll be okay...right? You let your mind drift to reya thinking about how you hadn't seen any family members in the house whilst you had been there.

---

You sat at the breakfast table anxiously waiting for reya to come downstairs so the two of you could head to school. Skipping downstairs reya smiles at you as she holds a gold necklace with a emerald gem.

"What's that?" you asked as she places it around your neck.

"a charm, it will give you a temporary link to me, if you ever end up alone or in danger just think about me and it will teleport me to you, unfortunately it only works three times and then this becomes useless but it'll be good enough for today" Reya explained.

She watches as you nervously play with the necklace your hand shaking slightly.

“Its okay y/n, I’ll protect you” she said softly, taking your hand in hers.

As the two of you walked into the school gates your heart clenched tightly with anxiety, your eyes scanned the crowd of people landing on jungkook and his crew. You're feet stopped as reya stopped to talk to some classmates but you couldn't stop your heart racing as the boys stares became more intense.

"Reya their looking" I whispered as you clung onto her arm.

"whatever fuck them, what are they gonna do you in a crowd full of people" she stated as the classmates walked away, allowing you two to talk properly. You bite your lip nervously as you looked back over to the boys, jungkook sending you a sinister wink.

"Y/N relax, nothings gonna happen to y-" Reya started but someone tapped my shoulder. Turning around like usaine bolt you were met with a smiling girl whose eyes were glued on reya.

"hello witch" she smiled, her tone dripping with venom.

"hello bitch" Reya said pulling me closer to her as she smiled back at the girl. Shocked at how quickly the two had engaged in such bitter interactions you shuffled back letting reya stand in front of you.

"well how rude, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" she asked twirling her perfect brown hair between her fingers.

"this is eunji. Okay bye." Reya said bluntly.

oh so they know each other...

"not so fast, I hear you've been playing with bangtan, you know they have connections right? Not a good bunch to mess with" she smirked as her arms crossed.

"Does it look like I care? The mating ceremony is coming up, don't you have bigger things to deal with?" Reya said rolling her eyes in annoyance.

"that's true, but... here's the thing, I know jungkook and I are meant to be soul mates, meaning his problems are my problems, therefore being the amazing girlfriend I am I'm going to get rid of those problems for him" she said her smile fading real quick, only to be replaced by growing fangs.

"NOT here" a booming voice spoke as a firm hand was placed on eunji's shoulder. A small pout came onto her face as jungkook moved to her side.

"And if you want to kill, kill that one, the human is all mine" he said, his piercing gaze looking right into your soul.

You shivered as Reya scoffed and glared.

"Like id die by the likes of you" she said smirking as eunji was infuriated by her comment.

"Well maybe I should just kill all your friends" eunji stated stepping closer to Reya.

"go ahead, I'll just kill all of yours, oh wait! You don't have any" Reya sassed stepping closer to her.

"Play smart blood sucker, don't underestimate me" Reya said through gritted teeth towards jungkook.

"Don't underestimate you? Trust me I didn't, she's not the only one I could call to come and take care of you" jungkook smirked as he guided eunji away.

Releasing your breath that you were unknowingly holding you looked to your best friend. with an aggravated roll of her eyes the two of you left for class. Ending the first encounter of the day. In class you could feel the stares of jungkook burning into the back of your head, of course he had to be seated right behind you.

"I can feel your heart burning"

You jumped in your seat at the whisper behind you.

"I'm not scared of you" you whispered paying close attention to the paper in front of me.

"Why? Cause your witch friend will protect you, you'll get her killed you know" he replied. You could practically hear the smug look on his face.

My body froze...I don't want to be the reason my friend dies, but she can protect us both?

"Ya know if you just hand yourself in nothing will happen to her right?" he whispered again.

"Shut up" You snapped at him. Your head started throbbing as you attempted to return your attention back to your school work. Jungkook had whispered something else but you actively chose to ignore it, looking at the clock hoping time would fly faster.

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The lunch hall was booming with excited students but the dooming black cloud of your head had your energy drained.

"Reya I need to go to my locker, I'll be back" You said getting up from the lunch table.

"Do you-"she started but you shook my head.

"I have this remember" You smiled and pointed at my necklace. Reya relaxed and continued eating motioning me to go ahead.

You walked with purpose through the continuously emptying halls. Students rushed to lunch and you rushed to your locker. Get your wallet and go. that's all you had to do. As you rummaged through your things you forgot that there was need for caution.

"Look here" jimin smirked as you closed my locker. Jumping back you gasped, Moving back as he moved forward. Quickly, the boy grabbed your wrist.

"not so fast princess, jungkook would wanna see you" he laughed as he started to drag you further from the lunch hall. Fumbling, you slowly grabbed your necklace but just as you grasped it jimins turned round to look at you, his eyes widening at the sight of the necklace. With the same lightening pace as before , he ripped the necklace off of your neck.

"you don't think I don't know what this is? I for one don't feel like being flung against a wall again so you can understand right?" he said continuing to drag you into a classroom.

Jimin shoved you into a classroom, pushing you into the centre as spread bangtan members turned their attention to you.

"tsk tsk tsk, you shouldn't of left your friend" Jung kook laughed as your heart pounded against my chest.

"I would kill you now, but unfortunately that might make us a definite target, I don't know what kind of witch she is which means I don't really know how to kill her, don't tell her I said that, so did she tell you what type of witch she is?" jungkook asked as Jin sat you down on a chair and Namjoon sat in front of me.

"no? She told me about what types there are but I don't know anything else" You said struggling against Jin's grip.

"Did she tell you about us? As in vampires?" jungkook asked standing behind Namjoon

"not much" You answered weakly, giving up on struggling.

"Well, some vampires have special powers I guess you could say, Namjoon here can look through people memories, see into their minds if you will" jungkook smirked.

"go ahead, there's nothing to know" You scoffed, rolling my eyes. You had no idea where this sudden braveness was coming from, but you were over the vampire who was hell bent on destroying you.

"oh yeah, one more thing" jungkook said motioning for Namjoon to do his thing, as Namjoon placed his hand on your head you screamed loudly at the pain rushing through your body. The feeling of namjoon running through your head made you want to scream, it was irritating and painful. You let of another scream of pain as the man dug deeper.

"its gonna hurt a little bit" he smiled at pain.

As Namjoon removed his hand you gasped for air.

"She doesn't know anything" he stated causing jungkook to sigh. As jungkooks mouth opened to speak the door slide open.

"What's going on in here?" everyone's head snapped to a boy at the door, he had a built frame and a jawline that could cut.

"I knew I smelt wet dog" Taehyung stated as the boy at the door and four others walked in closing the door behind them.

"Blood suckers, what a pleasure. Are you okay Y/N?" one them asked, you nodded quickly as you shook of Jin's grip. You let out a deep sigh of relief.

"How do you know my name?" You asked confused, You had never really seen these boys before.

"Your Reyas friend aren't you? She talks about you a lot" one of them smiled making my knees a little weak.

"Well nice to meet you, but can you please leave? We're dealing with something" jungkook said motioning to the door.

"No one's going anywhere" Reya said entering the room and quickly shutting the door. You sighed again as your freind walked towards you giving jin a slight shove as she grips your arm walking the two of you towards the outskirt of the room.

"Remee I don't think you should-" the main boy said but Remee quickly interfered, she seemed in a rush...

"I'm a witch, I know you guys are werewolves it's a long story blah blah blah we have bigger fish fry" she stated quickly, she looked nervous and scared which Is new because she never looks nervous or scared.

"What's wrong? why do you look like you just met the devil" Yoongi asked worriedly, Him along with the other vampires quickly picking up on her demeanor.

"Because I basically just did, a hunter just strolled into our school" she said angrily. Everyone looked as if a bomb had just been dropped on them.

The war and problem between the three kinds vanished at the mere mention of a hunter.

"Why now?" one of the werewolf boys asked

"and so close to the mating? No hunter has ever interrupted a mating before" Namjoon stated. Everyone had quickly become anxious and tense and the quick change in the room had you concerned.

"Chan and bach, go and tell the pack, be careful" one of the boys said.

"Young-hwa wont alpha jai over react a little...considering..." Chan stated worriedly

"he still needs to know now go" young-hwa ordered. Chan quickly scurried out the classroom.

"Witch, can you tell who it is?" j-hope asked, Reya shook her head sadly. "they've been masked" she sighed.

"but how would they know that the mating was going to take place in Hammington? No hunter has ever come here before, it's not like this town is a known supernatural playground." Jin wondered out loud as everyone nodded along in agreement.

"someone must have called, and I bet it was you" jungkook hissed pointing at Remee. Everyone looked at jungkook confused of his accusation, jungkook looked around noticing that everyone was confused, he raised his hand shaking his head.

"it's possible that she hates us that much, she's willing to throw everyone under the bus" he explained his accusation.

"Okay first of all, yes I hate you but not that much, hunters are crazy and I would much rather just kill you myself. Plus I'm a rogue witch, I don't have a coven, that would be like signing my own death wish, also I like these guys, why would I endanger my own friends? I get why you would think me, but it's not me" Reya said crossing her arms.

"Yer I don't think it was Remee, but who called doesn't matter right now, the mating ceremony is happening soon which means all werewolves and vampires will be vulnerable" yong-hwa stated seriously.

You furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"I thought a mate makes you guys stronger?" You asked a little shyly.

"They do, but in order to get stronger we have to get weaker first if you catch my drift" one of the wolf boys started giving you a wink.

"Min-ho, no one is catching your drift, they just get weak for the day, no one knows why, it just happens" Reya explained more clearly.

I nodded as yong-hwa gave min-ho a light slap on the arm.

"So what do we do?" taehyung asked looking at jungkook and young-hwa.

"we have to figure out who it is first, then we'll figure out how to deal with them" jungkook said pinch the bridge of his nose frustratingly.

"You. Link our minds so we can communicate, Go home and do some magic, try find this asshole. You guys try and warn the other creatures of the night, they can be pretty reckless, we will look around the school" jungkook said pointing to whoever relevant at the time he was speaking.

"I hate being bossed around" yong-hwa said before the three of them started walking out.

"I swear to god if my life wasn't endanger" Remee mumbled before grabbing my hand and making me follow her. As you were getting dragged out your eyes connected with jungkook one last time. The man smirked, sending you aw ink before turning to his men and focusing on the matter at hand.

a hunter...they must be pretty scary if these people are so willing to put aside their feuds... You looked at reya and the intense look of fear on her face...this must be really serious...

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spookysweet-heart · 3 years

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Christmas Story Submission: The Perfect Pair and the Wearable Chair

Note: I'm not good at writing fluff, I'm normally a comedy or horror writer, but I tried my best. I'm sorry about the length! I'd insert a "read more" line if I could! Anyways, tried to make this gender neutral! Enjoy!

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It was the morning of Christmas Eve, and it was quiet...Okay, no it wasn’t.

Granted, the last few Christmases and Christmas Eves were anything but quiet thanks in part, but actually in full, to your goofball of a boyfriend. One would think that a banshee-siren-like monster like Mare would be more threatening and more serious...like an actual mare. However, if you told that to Mare, he’d accuse you of stereotyping spirits, which only further confused people on why he would call himself Mare when he wasn’t even actually a mare. He still wouldn’t tell you what exactly he was though.

That’s besides the point, the actual point was that Mare was a goofball. Now sure he could be threatening and scary at times when it was necessary; afterall, you still had no idea what happened to the guy that broke into your apartment and stole all your holiday cookies and chocolate. Still, there were times when you legitimately wondered how someone like Mare was capable of being a threat when sometimes he couldn’t even sit in a chair properly. As a result, you were used to something weird happening every year during the holidays.

Moving along though, you were awoken this Christmas Eve morning to the sound of a crash followed by a series of noises that sounded like a plate or something shattering on the floow. Your eyes shot open and you let out a low groan as your mind started to fully awaken. Truth be told, you had been half awake since Mare got up half an hour ago. You thought he had gotten up to go to the bathroom or something and figured he would return shortly and you could cuddle with him a bit longer before waking up. When he didn’t return after five minutes, you heard him go downstairs, so you thought he was gonna make coffee. You figured you could maybe get another half hour of sleep before Mare would try waking you up with his usual method of kissing and tickling you.

The sound of a crash was definitely not something you wanted to wake up to, but it was definitely something that you did wake up to more than any normal person really should. Begrudgingly and with a pout painted on your lips, you rolled out of bed, half literally and half metaphorically. Slipping into your unicorn slippers, a Christmas present that was gifted to you by one of Mare’s brothers last year, you slowly but surely made your way downstairs.

Once in the kitchen, you saw Mare on the ground wiping up the hot chocolate that he had spilled on the floor. Clearing your throat to get his attention, he turned to you and gave a sheepish smile.

“Uh, I tripped.” he said.

Raising an eyebrow, you shook your head. He was lying.

“Tripped, or fell?” you asked pointing to what he was wearing.

And what was he wearing you may ask?

“Uh, okay, maybe I did fall, but-”

“Are you seriously still wearing that stupid wearable chair?” you asked cutting him off.

You made a mental note to somehow get back at Anti for giving your boyfriend such a weird and dumb invention. Ever since he had gotten it, Mare would use it as often as he could. One time he even tried tying his victim to it...it didn’t work out.

“It’s not stupid! It’s-” Mare tried to argue.

“It’s the chair of the future, I know I know!” you said finishing his sentence that you had heard probably a hundred times.

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed another few paper towels before you got on the floor with Mare who stopped to watch.

“You really need to be careful with that thing, you might hurt yourself.” you said softly as you finished wiping up the mess.

“Uh...Actually,” Mare gave a small, shy smile, “I kinda bumped my head when I fell.” he said through a light chuckle as he shifted positions to sit on the floor.

“Why am I not surprised?” you said failing to stop the smile that was forming on your lips.

“Can you kiss it better?” Mare asked looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes before scooting over to him. Getting yourself on your knees, you placed your hands on his shoulders and looked at the spot on his head that he was pointing at. Leaning it to kiss that spot, you found yourself being pulled towards Mare’s lips instead because only he would pull something like that. He wrapped an arm around you as you kinda just melted into the kiss.

Pulling away, you looked at Mare’s eyes which seemed to be full of hearts.

“You’re a dork.” you said as you rolled your eyes lightly.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork!” Mare corrected with a huge smile now painting itself on his face.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” you murmured softly as you started to get up.

Mare grabbed your hand in protest and attempted to pull you back down to him for another kiss.

“Wait, one more kiss!” he argued.

You pouted and placed a finger on his lips, “No more kisses till after I brush my teeth!” you said laughing.

It was Mare’s turn to pout as he watched you get up. Offering him your hand, you helped him back onto his feet before you went back upstairs to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and fixing your bedhead, you threw on a flannel as a sweater and headed back to the kitchen where Mare was placing hot chocolate and cookies on the table.

“Did you get those from the bakery?” you asked through a yawn.

“Yup! Went over there this morning and got the last batch!” Mare replied happily.

A few Christmases ago, Mare had actually almost burned the kitchen down trying to make you your favorite Christmas cookies. You appreciated the gesture, you really did, but you really didn’t enjoy having to fight a fire on Christmas. Luckily for you, you were able to save the kitchen, but you couldn’t save the cookies...or the oven. After that, Mare was never allowed to bake again, and if he wanted to get you cookies, he opted to go to the little family owned bakery that was a short walk away.

“They’re your favorite!” Mare exclaimed as he motioned you to the table.

“Really? Yessss!” you squealed as you hurried over.

Before you could take a cookie from the plate, Mare stopped you.

“Waaaaiitttt!” he whined as he grabbed your hand.

“Whaaaaat?” you asked mimicking his tone turning to him slightly annoyed.

Letting go of your hand, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him with a wide grin on his face.

“Mistletoe!” he declared as his other hand held a piece of mistletoe above both your heads.

“Really?” you asked with a quizzical look.

“Yes! Now kiss me!” he insisted as he leaned in towards you.

You giggled before kissing him back. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer as you again sank into the kiss as it deepened. When you pulled away, those hearts from before were back in Mare’s eyes.

“Yay!” he sang happily.

You just smirked at him before you sat down and started to eat cookies. Mare, with the wearable chair because he still had that thing on for some reason, sat across from you, watching you happily.

Catching his look of adoration, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked trying, and failing, to hide the blush was creeping up on your cheeks.

“I love you!” he answered cheerily.

Letting out a small laugh, you looked at him and smiled, “I love you too.” you responded softly.

Taking a sip of your hot chocolate, you mused and took in the sound of the soft Christmas music that was playing from the TV.

“You know, I’m really surprised you haven’t set anything on fire. It’s almost like a Christmas miracle!” you half joked.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Mare objected through a chuckle.

“Well…” you hummed, “I mean, our first Christmas together, you somehow set the tree on fire-”

“That wasn’t my fault! The guy who sold me the lights didn’t tell me that they were super old!”

“Then the next Christmas you somehow almost set the porch on fire with a flamethrower.”

“I was trying to melt the ice so you wouldn’t have to worry about slipping on it!”

“And let’s not forget about the kitchen fire last year.”

“I just wanted to make you cookies!”

You giggled, and then paused. Mare really a knack for somehow setting things on fire.

“Okay, well I did those things because I wanted to do something nice for you!” Mare said with a sad look.

“I know, and I love you because of it.” you reassured him as you took his hand in yours, “but if you set something on fire this year, I’m gonna lose my mind.” you added with a serious tone.

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that! I promise nothing crazy will happen this year!” Mare said confidently.

You smirked, “You literally fell from the roof five times while putting lights up.” you called out.

“Yeah, but I didn’t set anything on fire!” Mare argued, “Plus, I’m determined to make this the perfect Christmas for you!” he added as his face beamed of hope and cheer.

You just nodded and took a sip of hot chocolate. Mare was being way too cheery today, it was kinda weirding you out. Peeking at your boyfriend again, you realized how well he was sitting at the table really well with that wearable chair.

“You know, you’re really getting the hang of that chair aren’t you?” you pointed out as you got up to put your cup away.

“Sure am!” Mare said proudly.

“I still wish you would just sit on a regular chair though.” you said with your back to him.

“But why? Regular chairs are boring! Besides, this chair is perfect for getting into position.”

“Into what position? Into a falling position?” you joked as you put the cup in the sink.

As if on queue, you heard your boyfriend slip and fall to the ground, most likely due to the chair’s legs giving up when he shifted positions.

“Mare!” you screamed in surprise as you quickly turned around to help him up.

You paused when you saw Mare on the floor. The way he fell made it so he landed on one knee.

“Mare?” you asked quietly.

He looked up with a sly smile.

“What are you-” you began to ask cautiously.

“Like I said, this chair is perfect for getting into position.” Mare said as he got out a small box from his pocket.

Opening the box, you saw a diamond ring that sparkled brightly.

“Oh my god…” you said quietly.

“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to spend every Christmas and every day with you. I know I’ve messed up more than a few times, and I want to make it up to you if you’ll have me. Will you-”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes!” you cut him as you dove into his arms and hugged him so tightly that you swear his bones would’ve cracked if he was human.

You were almost crying as Mare put the ring on your finger; you were so overwhelmed, the diamond was huge.

“Do you like it?” Mare asked.

“I love it!” you said as you stared at the ring in complete and utter wonder.

How Mare was able to afford such a big ring was beyond you. It looked like something from a jewelry catalogue. In fact, you could’ve sworn that saw this exact ring on a celebrity news story from a few days ago-

You paused with realization.

“Mare.”

“Yes?”

“Did you kill someone for this ring?”

Mare looked like a kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Uh…” Mare immediately grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face the living room, “Hey look carolers! GUYS THAT’S YOUR QUEUE!” he shouted.

The door to your apartment swung open and Mare’s brothers and some of the Iplier and Septic egos bursted into the room in Santa hats and reindeer headbands singing carols. However, they didn’t seem to agree what carol they were singing since almost everyone was singing a different one. You sank into confusion as you started to accept the reality of the situation; the reality being that you were engaged with a gorgeous million dollar ring on your finger that Mare got from probably killing someone.

Then one of the ego carolers had their light up santa hat combust into flames.

“HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN???” Mare shouted in dismay as he ran to get a fire extinguisher.

Fin

#spookys holiday contest #1000brightstars #nwtb merch contest #contest entry #natemare #natewantstobattle egos #youtuber egos #youtuber ego #submission

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innittowinit · 3 years

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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (Chapter 18)

Fic summary:

Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers

That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?

Chapter summary:

Wilbur and Techno go to school, eat lunch, and go to class B)

Chapter word count: 2209

AO3

School lunches were…..well they were school lunches. No matter how many people they painstakingly explained why they were the way they were to, there were always people that just never seemed to get it. That was fine, neither Wil nor Techno had ever asked for understanding, having learnt far too early that that was a big ask, instead they would gladly settle for respect. All they had ever really asked for was basic respect, all they wanted was for people to accept that they were going to stay together and that, no, Techno was not going to talk to them just because they gave him notes from class one time or helped clean his desk.

Teenage boys didn’t really seem to grasp the concept of respect. When they saw something they didn’t understand their reaction was to mock it, to make whoever was doing it so humiliated and ashamed that they wouldn’t dare make them confused ever again. Again, Techno and Wilbur both had a lot of experience with this, they knew what bullying was like and what was happening right now didn’t feel the same as the kids that had hurled insults at them in primary school. Nothing was physical anymore but it still hurt when they walked past the ‘popular’ group and they could hear the muffled conversations being had about them.

Wil had always been much more of a people person than Techno had, maybe that’s why it bothered him so much more that the fact that they were close seemed to confuse everyone else so much, Techno could tell that Wil desperately craved for a group of friends their own age that understood them and didn’t question it. Unfortunately, people like that were hard to come by.

They had Niki and they had Eret, that’s all they needed.

“It’s a nice place to chill out” Eret hummed as they led the twins out towards the school field, all three boys holding their lunches in their hands as Eret had said that today was a nice day and they’d be having a picnic outside instead. Technically, year 9’s weren’t allowed on the field at lunch anymore, at least not since Quackity (as he had been nicknamed around the school) stole a duck from the lake that bordered it. It was lucky that all three of them were pretty tall for their age, meaning they blended in well with the year 10’s that were playing football on the main section of the field, with the added bonus that nobody in that year really knew them so that meant no harassment.

Eret had led the twins to the very back end of the field, all the way to the rocky border of where the lake began, only stopping when he reached an old oak tree that’s trunk was considerably wider than any of the boy’s torso’s, taking his seat on top of his coat against the tree’s bark.

“What’s up with you guys today? if you don’t mind me asking, if it’s personal or anything that’s fine,you’re just not normally this….touchy? With each other. I probably worded that bad but you understand what I mean right?”

Wilbur nodded and then glanced to Techno for permission to tell the story, who simply shrugged in response. Both boys took their seats next to the tree and began unwrapping their lunches as Wilbur sorted out the events in his head, everything had happened so so fast and in slow motion, seemingly simultaneously, giving it a hazy and confusing feeling to try and look back on. He supposed that’s just how panic attacks felt in hindsight though, the adrenaline would make things feel fast and stressful of course, while the long reality gave it a much slower feeling than what was true.

“Techno got stuck in a shed yesterday” Blunt. It was easier to simplify it, Wilbur realised.

“Huh? How’d that happen?”

“I got in a fight with these boys who live near us, Techno got overwhelmed and left, the door got stuck and I freaked out. I dunno I didn’t realise i was being more touchy than normal but if i am it’ll probably be because I’m still a little bit shaken up I guess”

The fact that it had been brought attention to made everything seem a lot more obvious, suddenly he felt far more self conscious about having held Techno’s hand all day, about how he skipped music in favour of sitting with his brother in French, hell, even about how he had shifted himself when they sat down so that even when they were eating their knees were still touching. He hadn’t wanted to admit it but all the thoughts of whether or not he was ever going to see Techno again had culminated into a big ball in his stomach that seemed to grow whenever Techno stopped touching him. The reassurance that everything was okay was so so important to him and even if it was embarrassing to realise that he had been clinging onto his twin the whole day, he had known Techno long enough to know that if the touch was getting to be too much, he’d let him know, otherwise he’d just let him burn out all the anxiety until he was sufficiently reassured that nobody was planning on abandoning him.

After what had happened yesterday, Phil had called up their therapist and booked an ‘emergency session’ (Wilbur didn’t think it was an emergency but appreciated it nonetheless) so they could have a professional help work through what had happened. As much as he’d like to provide everything his brothers could ever need all by himself, he was mature enough to realise that some things couldn’t be handled by a 16 year old boy, he loved his brothers to bits and that’s exactly why he wanted them to have every chance needed to get better; the idea of them having to wait multiple days until their usual appointment made him feel a bit sick, they’d gone through something incredibly scary and they deserved to feel at least a little better before then. Said appointment was scheduled to be directly after school today so he wasn’t too stressed about clinging onto Techno for a long time anyway.

“Oh i didn’t realise it was something like that, sorry for bringing it up” Eret sighed, clearly a little guilty after having seen Wilbur try to decide whether he wanted to let go of Techno and be scared or stay and be clingy. He seemed thankful that the decision had ended up being to stay ‘clingy’, he wasn’t sure how he’d deal with it if he put Wilbur through all of that again just from a poorly worded comment.

Techno shook his head, glancing about a bit before deciding that nobody was paying them any mind. “You’re fine.” He muttered, patting his hand on Eret’s shoulder and tearing off a corner of his sandwich, popping it in his mouth afterwards, chewing a bit before talking again. “It’s not the first time it’s happened. Wil’s gonna be fine”

With a little nod, Eret visibly relaxed, of course it made sense to trust Techno on this topic far more than his own instincts, he’d known Wilbur far far longer and they did everything together. The confirmation that whatever damage wasn’t permanent seemed to provide some kind of comfort to him.

There it was again, Techno thought, that immediate acceptance. No questioning. No badgering. Nothing. He knew well enough that there were aspects that Eret didn’t fully understand since he hadn’t lived their life but the fact that he never once tried to press them to talk more than what they were comfortable with, or ask exceedingly personal questions like some people did, it just made Techno, at least if not Wilbur too, feel very seen and heard.

Many times in the past they’d been ‘friends’ with people who were really just using them as some kind of badge or token like- ‘oh look at me! I’m so nice I managed to get the weird kids to talk to me’. It always made Techno sick to his stomach when he realised someone he had trusted would betray them like that, to simply use them and nothing else. Techno was sure that Eret was not like this, he was real and down to earth and good, everything about him screamed trustworthy. At least now they had a good, real friend, who both of them were incredibly thankful for.

“Oh shit” There was a beeping noise coming from Eret’s phone, causing him to chance at the screen and groan “I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you later i guess if we have any classes together”

With that, she packed up her things into little ziplock bags so they wouldn’t spill in her bag and closed everything up, backpack swung onto her shoulders before she waved and jogged back to the main school.

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School was pretty uneventful the rest of the day, after lunch they had had science (or Techno had science and Wilbur refused to go to his own classroom) and Techno’s violin lesson.

“I’m not going anywhere y’know?” Techno sighed as they waited in the empty corridor for his teacher to show up, Wilbur latched onto him like a lost puppy.

“I know but every time you go behind a door or anything my head gets so loud and it feels like you’re gonna get stuck again. I don’t wanna annoy you, it’s just hard”

Techno sighed and pat Wilbur on the head, he wasn’t really up for a long conversation right now considering that even though the corridor was empty, it could quickly become not empty.

“You don’t annoy me, Wilbs”

In all honesty that was only half true, of course he would never have any strong feelings of anger and annoyance at his brother when he was only doing what was necessary to feel safe but when he was being grabbed and prodded at all the time, there was admittedly a part of him that wished they’d been brought up normally. In any case, any anger that came from Wilbur getting clingy at times was never directed at Wil himself, instead it was more so towards their parents for causing the damage in the first place.

“I’ve got both today? Oh that’s just great, go on in boys!”

Techno was brought out of his mind by his violin teacher walking up, a kind smile on her face as she greeted them. She had been one of the few people who accepted them for them from day one, of course at first she’d been a little hesitant considering she was only being paid to teach one boy but once Wilbur explained that he didn't even own a violin and he was just there because they did not split up she seemed to be fine with Wil sitting in during the lessons. Plus, it was a lot easier having someone who could translate Techno’s little shrugs and grunts.

Taking his violin out of the case, Techno situated himself in front of the music stand, flipping his folder to the piece they had been working on recently, Wilbur pulling up a chair and holding onto one of his belt loops, not wanting to grab his arm or anything big like that right now since playing the violin kind of needed your arms.

“Are we carrying on from last lesson? Getting lots of practice in at home, I hope!”

Techno nodded to both questions, he hadn’t really practiced as hard as usual but the week had been eventful so that was fine.

“Okay then, can I check if you’re tuned up? and then we’ll get started”

Leaning against the wall shortly afterwards, Techno handed the woman his violin, giving Wilbur a sympathetic smile when he saw the boy staring off into space. Surely he had places he would rather be than listening to Techno play his music, he didn’t even play the kind of music Wilbur liked! God. Times like this reminded him why he shouldn’t give up, it reminded him that getting help wasn’t going to ‘break’ the special bond they had, instead it would only strengthen it since they’d both have the freedom to do what they like.

“There we go!” “..Thanks”

The rest of the lesson was best described as peaceful, as different as Techno’s Classical violin concerto’s were to Wilbur’s indie guitar songs, he really did love listening to him place. There was a certain calmness that resonated whenever he did so, a wave of serenity that only painted his face whenever he was completely engrossed in a piece. The music was always things Wil would never go out of his way to listen to and if it wasn’t his brother playing he was sure he wouldn’t have such a strong connection to the music but right here, right now, listening to the careful notes was almost like a compulsion, beckoning him to stare at the dancing bow that was being pulled against the strings in a complete virtuosic pattern.

And so, as the beautiful music decorated the air, Wil decided that everything was okay, no matter how messed up they were, everything was going to be okay.

#sbi #sleepy bois inc #wilbur soot #wilbur #technoblade #fanfic #fanfiction

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stuffedfoxwiththewifipassword · 4 years

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Please Don’t Leave Me (Sammy and John)

Warnings: Major character death, mentioned smut

John didn’t know what he expected when Sammy came along on the Summer Camp Mission. He stood by the Wave-rider door, the counselor outfit he had been forced to wear extremely uncomfortable against his skin.

“John!” Sammy laughed, hopping on his back and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I can’t believe we’re going to a summer camp!!”

John laughed, wounding his arms around Sammy’s legs and holding her against his back. “Bug infested ranches filled with horny teenagers.” He hummed, “Don’t see the appeal, luv.”

Sam ruffled his hair, tugging at the blond locks before kissing his head. “Oh cmon, a whole summer to get away? Nothing but you, the woods, and a bunch of potential friends??” She rested her cheek against his hair. “It was my favorite part about being a kid..”

John sighed, rocking around with the angel latched to his back. “Though, the poor counselors had to endure those ‘get away summers in the woods’ with these..” He pulled uncomfortably on his collar, “Uniforms.”

Sammy kissed the back of his head, “Don’t be a knob, Johnny.” Sam noticed the tie, “And for god sake loose the tie, hon!”

“You may take my coat,” John groaned, “But you’ll never take my tie!”

John stood at the entrance of the camp, Sammy standing next to him. John took a cigarette out of his shirt pocket, popping it into his mouth. “John, no!” Sammy snagged the cig from his lips, tucking it into his pocket. “This is a summer camp, not the backyard of a high-school!”

John groaned, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Angel...” He leaned over and snuck a cheeky kiss. “One time, for the kids.”

Sammy hugged his arm, “Attaboy, John!” She kissed his cheek, “My brave boy, going into war without his precious cigarettes!”

“Oh shut up, luv, or I’ll make you...” He swooped in, and right before the snogging could continue, the rest of the crew strolled up.

“A-are these uniforms necessary?” Ava asked, looking uncomfortable in the blue polo shirt and light tan shorts.

Sammy glanced at Ava, and whistled “Girl, you look badass!!”

“Cmon, Gideon made these for us!” Ray smiled, “The official Camp Ogawa Counselor uniforms!”

“What are you guys doing just standing around?!” Sam jumped, taking every last bit of strength in her not to grab onto John. John noticed, and easily slipped his hand into hers.

Sara, who was just catching up, smiled, “Hi, we’re the new camp counselors! Sorry to show up unannounced..”

The old lady sneered, “Well, Freckles, I’m Paula Cooper. I’m the director here.” She glanced at John and Sammy’s joined hands, rolling her eyes, “Welcome to Camp Ogawa, where intermingling between counselors is strictly forbidden.” Sam glanced at John, and the two slowly took a step away from each other. Paula sighed, “Chad Stephens’ll show ya around. CHAD!”

A boy ran over. He looked a little older than Sammy (Her being 140 and looking 24), with brown hair and a perfectly chiseled face. His shirt was snug around his chest and arms, and Sammy couldn’t help a glance. “What’s up?”

The camp director must’ve felt the same. “Chad, you marbled cut of prime beef... Give the new counselors a tour!”

“Cool.” He turned to the group, locking eyes with Sam. With a grin, Chad winked, “Lets bounce over this way!” He started to lead Ava, Ray, Sara, and Sammy down the path. John rolled his eyes, following a second later. Sam could hear him talking to Ava, but couldn’t make out much of their conversation.

Chad on the other hand, stopped abruptly, making the angel bump into him. John practically almost jumped out of his sneakers to strangle the lad. “Oh, sorry.” Chad grinned, “As everyone can see, Camp Ogawa is a miserable place. Paula runs it like a POW camp...” His smile widened, if that was possible. “NOT!” That sent Chad and Ray into giggles.

“Oh god...” Sara muttered, “A 90′s ‘not’ joke...”

Ray sighed, “It’s like comic comfort food...”

Chad noticed something, and grinned widely, “Couldn’t help but admire your lanyard!” He said to Ray. “Make it yourself?”

“Oh..Yeah, thank you!” Ray said, “Along with 21 other merit badged I also went on to get certification in nuclear science and dentistry.”

“Oh snap!” Chad laughed, “Got some competition for coolest counselor this year!” He turned to Sam, “What about you? Got any special skills?”

John cut in, “Sammy’s very creative.” He motioned to her leather bracelet, which had gems sewn into it for protection, “She made that herself!”

“Oh,” Chad smiled, “Artistic...Fantastic, the girls in your cabin’ll love you.” He clapped, “Anyways, lets get you all assigned to your cabins! It’ll be a heck of a summer.”

As the others marched on, John stayed back with Sammy. The angel crossed her arms, “What the hell was that, John?”

“Lad’s clearly flirtin’ with ya.” John deadpanned, putting his hands in his pockets, “Was only being polite and not telling him to piss off.”

“That was not nice, John.” Sammy rolled her eyes, “Cmon, lets go before the others get suspicious.”

She didn’t hold his hand on the way.

The girl’s cabins were a surprisingly fun place to be. Sam had gotten assigned to the same cabin as Sara and Ava. “Whats up, Franklin cabin?!” Sara went around, giving the girls high-fives. The girls cheered, laughing happily. “I am Sara, this is Ava, and the short haired one is Sammy!” Sammy waved cheerfully next to a stone frozen Ava. “We are your camp counselors! Now, I was thinking...We need a secret handshake.”

The whole cabin murmured with agreement. “Something cool, that only we know!” Ava pulled Sara aside, and Sammy was dragged into the fun.

One girl pulled her aside, “Hi, I’m Sophie!” She smiled, “You’re counselor Sam?”

“Please,” Sammy said, engaging in making a handshake while chatting, “Call me Sammy.”

“Sammy,” Sophie smiled, “I like that!”

“Thanks...” Sam sighed, “I was named after my uncle Samuel. He changed his name, sadly, so my mother wanted to keep the name in the family. Where’d you get your name from?”

Sophie sighed, “My grandma..”

“Ok, listen up ladies!” Ava called out, “Change of plan. Today we’re going to celebrate your first day of camp by using safety and discipline.”

“Who hurt you?” Sammy muttered.

Ava just growled at her. “Now, when I blow this whistle, I want you to run to your assigned bunks.” She blew the whistle, the entire cabin racing to their beds in fear.

Sammy just stood there in shock, willing her wings not to jump out. “Again...Who hurt you as a child?!”

When the night rolled around, Sam couldn’t help but go see John. She missed the blond bloke, and was desperate for his hugs. John must’ve felt the same, because half way between their cabins the two bumped into each other.

“John.” Sam sighed.

“Sammy...” The warlock smiled, “H...How are you, luv?”

sam shrugged, “Ava’s running our cabin like a military bunk.” She leaned against him, smiling widely as his arms circled her waist.

“Hmm...” John hummed, kissing her forehead. “Ray’s running our cabin like a bloody Cub Scout leader.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Sammy brought him in, kissing the warlock softly. Softly slowly melted into roughly, hands gripping at each others uniforms. They pulled away, “John, we’re in the middle of a camp ground surrounded by kids...” Her hand caressed his cheek, pants leaving both their lips.

“Oh, they’ll bloody learn it all in about a year,” John grinned wolfishly, “Let’s just give ‘em a head-start if the little bastards catch us.”

“Ok.” The angel pulled John back in, and in a few moments the two dropped to the ground by the camp-fire area.

Sam sat on a bench with John, the two holding hands and smiling like idiots as children raced all around them. “Oh if only they knew what they were running on...” John joked.

“Ooohhh, now I wanna tell them...” Sammy grinned, “You evil little bastard...” John spotted Ray, and with a gentle kiss on Sam’s cheek the warlock walked over to see his cabin mate. Sara stomped up to Sam, looking pissed.

“Where were you last night?” She demanded.

“Uh...With John...” Sammy blinked, “Why?”

Sara dragged her up, and watched up with the boys and Ava. “One of the girls in our cabin is missing.”

“What? Who?” Sammy strode next to John, their fingers intertwining.

Sadly, the angel was ignored as the group approached John’s salt circle he had made around the came. “Obviously theres something wrong with John’s booby trap.” Ray suggested, seeing the slight dent in the circle.

John scoffed, “You off your trolly, mate?!” He snapped, “My spell was designed to keep the monsters from gettin’ in, not kids from gettin’ out!”

“Maybe they snuck out?” Sara suggested.

“Why would they have snuck out?” Ava asked, dumbfounded by the possibility.

“To make out, duh!” Sara filled, “Like Sam snuck out last night to make out with Constantine.”

“We may have done a bit more than a good ol’ fashioned snog, luv.” John grinned, Sara’s face scrunching in disgust. “Lets go notify the camp director, yeah?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE’RE NOT SENDING A SEARCH PARTY AFTER THEM?!” Sammy practically screamed at the camp director.

Paula didn’t back down, “They’re perfectly fine. This happens every year!”

John stood back from the scene, knowing full well not to mess with a pissed off angel. Especially his angel. But he couldn’t help a grin at Sam’s response. “Oh, so you loose kids every year? What do you tell their parents?!”

“They always come back,” The director waved it off, “Sooner or later they’ll get hungry and come crawling back for food.” She glared at Sam, “Now go out there and do some counseling!”

Sam groaned, turning on her heel and storming past the Legends with a furious look in her eyes. “Sam,” John called, catching up with her, “Where ya goin’ luv?”

Sammy turned on him, snapping, “To find those kids!”

“No!” he gently grabbed her wrist, “It’s to dangerous, Sam. Your wing isn’t healed fully and you can’t fly if you need--”

She pulled her hand from his grasp, and sneered, “I don’t need you to tell me what to do, Mr. Constantine.” She could see the hurt in his eyes, but she didn’t stop, “So back off...If you won’t help me find those kids, I don’t need you.” And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed away.

Leaving a very heartbroken John in her wake.

John started to worry when the sun started to rise the next day and Sammy hadn’t returned. He and Ray walked in the woods, holding up one of John’s many magical totems to find the missing kids.

And Sam.

John wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he wouldn’t know what to do if he lost Sammy. Dez had been a hard hit to his heart, but Sammy had patched it up, making it twice as strong. He loved her, more than anything. “How are we gong to find the kids with this dangly thingy?” Ray asked, snapping John from his trance.

“You know, this ritual usually works best when someone isn’t yammerin’ in my ear hole...” John snarled in warning.

“If you wanna find the kids, gotta do it the old fashioned--”

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT SOME BLOODY KIDS!!!” John roared, getting into Ray’s personal space and pushing him. “I CARE ABOUT SAM...I need silence...” He backed up, “I need to find her...Please,” He bit his lip, “Let me find her.”

“Why do you care so much about finding S?” Ray shrugged, looking down at his compass, “She’s an angel, she can handle herself.”

John grabbed his stupid compass, chucking it into the woods. “Now you listen here, Raymond...” He growled, “I know Sam can handle herself. Oooh believe me I know. But I...Care for her. Deeply...So stop your dilly-dallying and lets find the angel, yeah?”

The two marched into the woods, and came across something...Disturbing. Goopy skin. John leaned down, gently touching the goop before wiping the goop on the ground. “Left behind by the creature.”

“Who sheds its skin after eating the kids?” Ray tilted his head, “What kind of monster are we looking for?”

“The answer to that,” John took out a book from his coat, “Is in this book.” He handed it off to Ray, who flipped through the pages whilst John inspected the skin.

A second later, there’s a ding as Ray puts everyone on the coms on the channel, “Guys, we might’ve ID’ed our monster. It’s a Shtriga.”

Shtriga. No. No no no... John grabbed the book, “A-a Shrtiga feeds off the life-force of children..They eat angel life-forces like golden liquid to.”

“Angels?!” He heard Sara yelp over the coms, “That means...”

John began to panic, “We need to find Sammy. Now.” The warlock raced off, leaving Ray to catch up on his own.

John searched the woods well into the night. “Shritga’s lair can’t be to far...” He said to Ray absently.

“John.” The scientist stopped him, holding up a pretty blue feather in the light of his flash-light. “Isn’t this...”

“Sam’s feather.” John sighed, “She must’ve tried to fly away from the Shtriga...Bloody brilliantly stupid angel...” He cut his finger, letting the blood drip onto the feather. He recited a spell, taking the feather and lighting it with his lighter. As expected, the blue fluff combusted, a spark flying around. “Ah, Will-o the Wisp. Little bugger to lead us to my luv.”

“Your luv?” Ray questioned, raising an eyebrow with a grin. “I knew you two were a thing!!”

“Shut your mouth.” John snapped, rushing after the wisp as it darted away.

An old witches hut. Of course. John slowly creaked open the door, peering in wearily. “Sam?”

“No more feathers...You’d thing she’d struggle all the way here. Leave a trail for us.” Ray said, walking over to the cloth covered crates. Grabbing the edge of one, both men were frightened when a little girl gasped. “A-are we to late?!” Ray panicked, grabbing all the cloths to reveal the lost kids.

“No.” John sighed, “Their all tip-top...”

“C-c-counselor John...” One of the boys whimpered, “T-theres one more.”

John kneeled to be face to face with the lad, and let out a shaky breath. “Ok, do you know where the monster put the other one?”

“In the back...She was really pale...” The boy whimpered.

John let out a sigh he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Thank you so much, lad!” He raced around the back, “Sam?!” He jogged forward, looking around when he tripped on something. He looked down, and quickly started to dig into the rubble.

A wing. Bright colors blending against each-other. “Sam!” He yelled, tossing trash and planks aside. “Sammy!!” Panting, he pulled the rest of her out of the pile, her wings limp as John held her close to his chest.

Her face was ghostly pale, and John franticly searched for her pulse. “Cmon...Cmon Sammy...Come back to me, Sam! Come back to Johnny...” He kissed her forehead. Sammy didn’t respond. “Sam...PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!”

He screamed, holding her head to his chest as he begged and begged. “I can’t loose you to...”

“John...” Sam croaked, her eyes barely opened. Her wings shifted, gently tracing his back as sobs racked his body. “Johnny, I got you...”

John sniffled, “You’re gonna make it.” He brushed one of her hair’s behind her ear, “Just gotta hold on a little longer for Johnny...” Another kiss was pressed against her temple, “Little longer, My Angel...”

Her head lulled to the side, and in the dark John couldn’t make out the change in her wing’s colors. “Jo..n....I....Lov....You...”

John rested his forehead against hers, “I love you to, Sam...” He noticed how she fell limp against him, her eyes dull to the world. “Sam.”

“SAM?!”

#john constantine #Episode spinoff #Sammy Morningstar #Death

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1899-newsboy-strike · 5 years

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Secret Love - Jack Kelly Imagine

part two

Requested: Davey x Kelly!Reader? I raise you Jack x Jacobs!Reader

Warnings: reader getting beat by the Delanceys, mentions of blood

Summary: You and Jack had been dating even before your brother became a newsie. You’d always been the adventurous type, and caught the eye of one famous Jack Kelly when you had been out one day. One horrible pick up line had you head over heels for the newsie, and you had both been dating ever since. One night you have a run in with the Delancey brothers, and instead of being grateful to see your brother, the shock, fear, and pain you’re feeling makes you ask Davey for something he’d never expected.

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You felt the pain coursing through your whole body. You didn’t think it would stop any time soon, and had lost track of time forgetting how long it had been since Oscar and Morris had been punching and kicking you on the floor. Your voice had given out on you long ago, and you just laid there with tears streaming down your face wishing that it would stop. You had finally been left alone and could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, making you feel nothing but fear as you thought you’d never be able to tell Jack just how much you loved him.

You felt someone shaking you making you open your eyes and you saw the face of your older brother Davey looking down at you with worry written all over his face. “It’s okay Y/N, I’m gonna get you home and clean you up okay?” He whispered down at you but you shook your head trying to find your voice. “Get… Jack.” You chocked out your voice hoarse from all the screaming and crying you had done not that long ago. Davey’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked down at you unsure. “Please?” Your voice raspy as you looked at your brother with pleading eyes. “Okay… I’ll take you back to the lodging house and clean you up there.” Davey nodded as he lifted you up off the floor and started heading in the direction of the lodging house.

You held onto your brother for dear life as you tried to ignore the pain you still felt forcing yourself to stay awake. You heard muttering from all the newsies as Davey walked through the front door of the lodging house. “Get Jack.” Was all Davey had to say before the newsies started running around looking for the strike leader in a panic. Davey may have not known about your relationship with Jack, but the rest of the newsies knew just how serious it was between the both of you, and the urgency behind the whole situation.

When Jack saw you bloodied and bruised in Davey’s arms his heart dropped as worry filled him making him rush to you. “What happened?” He asked looking at Davey for answers. “I found her on the street passed out and I was gonna take her home, but she asked for you.” Davey explained making Jack grab you from Davey’s arms. You smiled softly at Jack as he set you down on an empty bed. “What happened?” He asked as he motioned for all the Newsies to go away and asked one to get something to help clean you up.

“Oscar and Morris, they saw me and… that’s not important I wanted to tell you something if I didn’t make it.” You explained softly as you looked up at Jack. “You’s gonna be fine, don’t talk like that.” Jack explained as he got a wet cloth and wiped the cut on your cheek making you flinch. “Well if I don’t, I want you to know that I love you.” You said clearing your throat since it was still raspy from all your screaming. “I love you too, but you’s gonna be fine.” Jack caressed your cheek ignoring the questioning look from Davey.

“Get some rest okay?” Jack kissed your head after he finished cleaning you up. Before he could walk away you pulled him back and pulled him in for a soft kiss. “Thank you.” You smiled tiredly up at him as he pulled away. “What was that about?” Davey asked Jack as he walked toward him. “We’ll talk when I get back Davey I got Delanceys to deal with.” Jack explained before quickly making his way out of the lodging house. As Davey turned to question you he saw that you were already sound asleep on the bed making him sigh in defeat as he got your younger brother and headed home to inform your parents about what had happened.

You woke up to someone petting your head making you smile as you recognized the hand of your boyfriend and leaned into it. “Mornin’ sleepy head.” You heard his voice before you opened up your eyes. “Can I wake up like that every morning?” You joked as you sat up and winced at the pain in your side. “Jack what happened to your face?!” You exclaimed as you finally looked at his face. “I went to go talk to the Delanceys and made them pay for what they did to you.” He explained as your finger gently went over the bruise forming around his eye. “Don’t go worryin’ ‘bout me. They’s got you worse than me.” Jack explained making you shake your head looking away.

“Why’d they get you? Did they tell you anythin’?” He asked as his fingers ran through your head. You nodded softly avoiding his gaze as you pulled away from his touch. “What’d they tell you?” He asked grabbing your chin making you look up at him. “They said that a guy like you doesn’t deserve a girl like me, and when I got mad at them they started beating me saying that maybe it’d knock some sense into me.” You muttered softly averting your eyes. “They’s right, I really don’t deserve a goil like you” He explained kissing your head.

“I already told you that you’re better than anyone I’ve ever met. If anything I don’t deserve you.” You explained as you smiled up at him. “Enough you two. Davey’s comin’.” You heard someone say making you look to see Albert and Jack gave him a nod silently thanking him. Jack helped you sit up fully as you both heard Les talking about his day to who you assumed was Davey. “Hi Y/N I missed you at home yesterday.” Les greeted as he gave you a big hug. “Yeah? Well I missed you too.” You explained as he pulled away and you tapped his hat before looking up at your big brother. “Hey…” You awkwardly greeted him as he was staring at Jack.

“So how long have the both of you been together?” Davey asked making you bite your lip. “Almost a year.” You explained making Davey’s eyes almost pop out of his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” He almost yelled making you sigh. “You would have opened up your big mouth to dad and then he wouldn’t ever let me go out.” You explained as you grabbed the top bunk shifting to face him better. “I wouldn’t have told him.” Davey grumbled offended by your statement making you scoff. “It would have come up even if you didn’t try. Now is this conversation really necessary or can we go home?” You asked as you pulled yourself up and off the bed.

You quickly let out a small cry as you held onto your side making Jack quickly get up and support you. “I got you.” He assured you making you give a small thank you. “If you’s all headin’ home I’ll help walkin’ you back.” Jack explained as he looked at Davey. “Come on Davey mom said she’s making my favorite for dinner.” Les encouraged as he was almost jumping up and down. “Okay, come on.” Davey gave in and turned to you. “We’re talking after dinner.” He warned as he pointed a finger at you making you nod. “You can stay for dinner if you want.” You informed Jack as you used him as leverage while you all began to walk.

“You both could have at least told me a while ago.” Davey thought aloud as you made your way home. “Davey let it go.” You laughed as Jack was carrying you on his back at that point since you were having trouble keeping up with both of your brothers. “I’m just saying.” He shrugged as you finally reached your home. “Are you staying?” You asked Jack as he let you down. “Yeah, maybe we’s can tell your dad about us before Davey does so he don’t come and kill me.” He joked making you shove him. “He’ll probably still want to kill you.” You explained as Davey helped you inside and you gave Jack a reassuring smile as you all walked in to enjoy dinner and possibly tell your dad about your relationship with Jack.

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themockingcrows · 5 years

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Companionship Through Circuitry Ch. 3: Uploading

Not all uploads are created equal. Bro/Hal Also available on AO3!

Upload me, Bro.

“Don’t you need a stronger interface than that? Would you even work with that thing?”

I was designed to functionally overwrite data when necessary, and if that means re-writing the code of a simple wrecker then so be it. Upload me.

Bro sighed a bit. He had his reservations now that he was starting to get used to Hal’s voice and attitude, and the concept of potentially losing him because he didn’t want to take a lengthy detour was kind of obnoxious. But hey, what did he know, he was just a post-war guy taking directions from an AI who seemed to know his own capabilities far better. Against his better judgement, Bro took the shades off of his face and fished out the connection cable, following Hal’s advice to locate where an entry port could be positioned based on the make and model of the machinery at hand.

The massive structure was meant to replace cranes for more basic movements, the continuous track treads far superior to wheels and the mobility vastly improved. The behemoth whirred to life a few moments after Ambrose finished the upload cycle, glasses still gently dangling by their cord till he ducked forward and tucked them somewhere less conspicuous. The droid moved its appendages, orienting itself as Hal took control and sussed out the operational maneuvers for each piece. It was a strangely human motion, the sensors of the face looking down at the pincer hands before giving them a whirl and twirl, clicking them together a few times to gauge the pressure.

Right. Step back.

Thank fuck this was temporary. Hearing the modulation of Hal’s voice was jarring, booming and decidedly electric from the audio core even with its damage and residue. When he stood fully upright, many times taller than Ambrose, it was with the soft screech of abused metal and rust. This wasn’t going to last forever, but it should last long enough to move a few barriers out of the way. Hal whirred forward excitedly and clasped both pincers into the edge of a stacked vehicle long since crashed, tugging it a few times before the body gave way to motion and the entire pile began to move. Ambrose wasn’t certain what all would be beyond where they could see, but he had a feeling that getting through the blockade would open up some options.

Or, you know, trap him underground to die a horrible death. But who’s keeping track of anything, right?

With much whirring and churning metal, Hal eventually moved several wrecked cars that had acted as a barricade between them and the rest of the bridge that seemed sturdy enough to cross as far as he could see. So the asphalt was gone in a few places, the girders and skeletal aspects of the bridge were still plenty intact for a man and a pair of sunglasses to pass unhindered so long as they didn’t gain too much attention. Or at least got away from the ruckus of attention they were currently causing right now.

I changed my mind, can I stay in this longer?

“No. You cleared the junk and I can cross now, get back in the glasses so we can leave,” Bro said, already sensing where this was going.

What if there’s more junk on the other side of the bridge? Or in the center? Wouldn’t it be handy to have someone who would be able to move it easier? Hal asked, giving his hands another whirr for emphasis as if Bro could have somehow forgotten the difference between a set of pointed shades as a fully fledged wrecker droid.

“I said no. How much power does that thing have left anyways?”

Enough to enjoy getting over the bridge in style.

“And if I don’t feel like travelin’ with a gigantic fuckin’ target on my back?” Bro asked. “What then, hm? Everything in a mile prolly heard all this noise, you’re not exactly dainty with your maneuverin’.”

I believe you’d benefit more from me in this shape for a while. I’m enjoying having hands, that’s a bonus. And being able to move where I want to, Hal said as he backed up and did a quick turn as he could on the tracks. I could serve as a shield if required, or lift things to be a shield for you.

Bro ran his tongue over his teeth. The offer DID sound kind of appealing when put like that… but he knew it’d bite him in the ass just as soon, knowing his luck. He shook his head and went over towards the shades, tapping them with his fingers.

“Nope. In you go.”

But what if I just followed along behind you.

“And if we get separated how’m I supposed to get to your body then, huh? Want me to get there on my own, without you, and put somethin’ stupid in there?” Ambrose asked with a smirk. “The best body they could have created for you, the body your creator dude wanted for you, all goin’ to waste so I have someone to play Pong with.”

Hal was silent for a moment before the massive droid looked down with a creak of metal. He could practically hear him squinting.

You wouldn’t dare.

“Spoken like someone who doesn’t know me very well,” Ambrose said with a shrug, both hands lifted up for emphasis at how helpless he was in the situation overall. “You think I wouldn’t kill to have a good quality droid be my butler and play stupid games with me? Dude, my kid left for the city already, who’s gonna fill the void for me now if not that or a bitchy AI.”

The droid looked towards the bridge again, sensors trying to run how he’d normally run to assess risks before realizing the hardware just wasn’t up to spec to do what he wanted to do. This body was made for moving things, for lifting and toting, for sorting, not for detecting stealth routes a companion could take to an objective. Ever so slowly the droid bowed down and let its arms go limp, the shades chiming and beeping a short time later to alert Ambrose it was time to remove the connection and put him back on safely. While Ambrose wouldn’t say he missed having the weight on his face and the shade over his eyes, there was no denying a bit of fondness for the habit. It was nice not having his retinas toasted.

“I see my offer was too much to resist.”

You’re a bastard. I’ll not have my body sullied like that. If it does something foolish it will be because I will it to do something foolish, not any other way.

“Sure thing,” Ambrose said as he started up the bridge, pulling his blade out to keep it at the ready, grip light. He resisted the temptation to spin it or do bored tosses like he would while at home or doing detail work on it, keeping his hands ready to put lethal force behind the steel at a moments notice. The bridge itself seemed like it had been used in the past as shelter, or a lookout point. Chairs were arranged beneath a sheet metal roof with a standee wall against the side of a toppled truck, and garbage lay strewn about the broken glass that crunched beneath Bro’s boots. At every turn there could be a human being or worse.. yet all seemed quiet for now. Abandoned. Empty.

Packrat by nature, Bro took a moment to peer into different cars that they passed to see if any of them had been used as more shelter, or used to store any spare belongings that nobody would miss. There didn’t seem to be much on hand, however. Spent shells, empty cans and bottles, ragged blankets, clothes that reeked of sweat and in one car the sweet sickly smell of feces. One front seat had a few gadgets that slowed Ambrose’s steps to peek however, grinning in amusement.

“Oh, hey, I remember readin’ about these things,” he mused, reaching through broken glass to pick up a blocky hand held game system with a melted looking cartridge. The screen was cracked, but the buttons looked well worn. Must’ve taken a lot of abuse to wind up like that, those things were supposedly indestructible in their time. He dropped it back onto the seat it had come from and the bit of bones that rested here and there as well. The original owner? An art project by some bored creep? Hard to guess honestly and not really his place to wonder about.

There’s something else there, Hal pointed out, zeroing in the target t’s to direct Bro’s attention to the keychain looking item shaped like an egg. He reached again and plucked it up, rubbing a thumb over the dirty screen with a hum. A flip over and he nodded a bit.

“Some other kinda game I guess..? Looks like it’s self contained and takes a smaller battery. Doubt it’s like yours, is it?”

No, most likely that type of device ran on a watch battery. Do you not know what it is?

“Is it not a game?”

It is a game where you are tasked with keeping a small creature alive by meeting all of its needs and wants.

Bro snorted. “I’ve raised a baby, I think I can live without a game reproducin’ the experience.”

Yet.. it had been some of the best years of his life. Boiling water to make sure it was safe for Dave’s baby bath, washing hair so fine it was barely there. Messy cheeks in the high chair as he figured out how to feed himself, skinned knees and bandages, late night visitors to his bed whenever there was an electrical storm outside or when the winds screamed out over the desert like hungry dogs. Those big red eyes in the dark asking if it was safe when people came too close to their hidden home, listening to the distant explosions of deterrents and traps going off left and right. Those same red eyes staring up at him for the tenth, the hundreth, the thousandth time he’d knocked him down to make him get back up and keep fighting.

Bro swallowed hard for a moment, throat suddenly uncomfortably dry. He knew it was wrong. He knew deep down it had been too much, but there was no choice. Not when the world wouldn’t hesitate even a single second before putting a bullet in his head if he didn’t take the initiative and attack first. He could tell himself that a thousand times and yet it didn’t change anything.

Bro closed his hand around the toy and stuck it into his pocket without a second’s hesitation.

“Might make for a fun project later though. Maybe I can re-program it, give it a better battery. Somethin’ simple like a time waster to take the edge off should be easy.”

How many pet projects do you intend to keep on your person?

“As many as I feel like, considerin’ one is already on my face. What, suddenly attached to the idea of being an only child?”

I am not a child. If anything, I would prefer if you spoke to me like an adult instead of like one of your wards. Keep it in mind, Bro.

“Yes Mom.”

That is not what I meant when I sai-

“I’m kidding,” Ambrose said as he fished his hand back out of his pocket and continued to walk, suddenly less interested in browsing the potential second hand belongings than he was about getting off the bridge and continuing Northwards. He’d dallied too long as it was, and while things seemed plenty deserted up here, he didn’t want that to stop being a thing any time soon thanks to their broadcast position.

You know, I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before. But I have radio functionality, if you would enjoy to listen to something as you walk.

He snorted. “Yeah? The same ten stations, no thanks. Propaganda, interviews with dumbasses, or the same fifty songs over and over. Nobody knows how to find decent music, and the songs that’re any good get played so often you get sick of them. Nobody makes anything new either.”

I also possess some selections Dirk enjoyed, if you would prefer listening to those. They may prove to be something more to your taste, he was particular about what he listened to.

“Particular how?”

He was particularly ardent in enjoying what he liked and stubbornly sitting through what he didn’t like before deleting it from any device he listened to it on. Let me play a sample, Hal offered before going quiet and chiming softly to signal he was changing focus.

Bro stopped walking when the music started, quiet near his ears to not block out incoming noise but loud enough to hear the quickly pronounced words and heavy beat, the tempo driving into his skull enough that he tapped his foot in time with it. Soon he was bobbing his head, catching the tune even without knowing the words, and smirking in amusement.

“Not quite what I’m used to, no. But it’s nice. Feel free to keep’em coming while we head on, yeah? Turn them off if you detect something approaching,” he instructed.

But of course, Bro. I’m not an idiot, said Hal in a more modulated voice than usual behind the thrum of the music.

When he began to walk again, the beat added a new cadence to his step and made the walking go by quicker than before. In no time at all he was over the bridge and on the other side of the water, taking in his surroundings with the same eyes of the curious and the mildly kleptomanic. Every new venue was a new opportunity, especially when there were what looked like stores in the distance. Hell, now that he had his new pet project he’d need a few parts, wouldn’t he?

“...Mm. Hal, that sign says ‘Toys’ in part of the name, right?”

It would seem so. It was likely a location of the Time For Toys brand from before the war, Hal offered. It could potentially be something else, but the orientation of those letters makes the likelihood of it being anything else quite low.

“Perfect. Let’s go shoppin’.”

Giving another glance to the toy in his pocket, guessing what size of batteries to keep an eye out for adjustments sake later on, Bro strode towards the building bearing the toy slogan and let himself inside without a second thought.

Perhaps he should have thought twice. There were few places as unnerving as an abandoned toy shop that had sat this long through destruction and disuse. Rows and rows of figurines, dolls, moth eaten soft toys, accessories, and toy cars rested on the shelves and from dangling sorting rods that stuck out at even intervals. Everything was silent save for his footsteps, and Hal kept focusing the t’s on various rodents that were startled by the sudden invasion. As far as humans went, it seemed most had stayed clear. There just wasn’t much use for toys after the war he supposed.

...Okay, bullshit, he kind of wished he’d known this place existed when Dave was a baby. He probably would have loved a lot of these things, instead of making do with the things Bro could make him. Smuppets were amazing, and so were the other puppets and the electronic things, but sometimes a kid just needs a teddybear. He poked one with blue button eyes and sawdust stuffed feet, its floppy soft arms resting alongside its torso with fabric claw tips resting alongside its thighs. The bear fell over with a soft whump and a bit of dust in the air, leaving Bro free to quietly explore the graveyard of toys.

Past a section of toy balls that had long since deflated, baseballs and mitts, were electronic toys. Dollies that talked and horses and dogs and cats that made realistic noises seemed to be all the rage, but along with them hung more of the egg shaped toy he had in his pocket in different colors, still in the package. Whistling softly, still nodding along with the tempo on the song Hal continued to play, he grabbed several of the packages and batteries from the end of the display cap to stuff into his bag.

That was when he saw it. Soft, fluffy, and apparently capable of movement and speech. The small creature was hard to decipher at a glance species wise. It had a beak and two big eyes that could apparently blink when they weren’t staring into your soul, a small sensor in its forehead, and two massive ears. Two fat, pudgy paws rested at its base in front of a set of wheels that offered free movement.

Furby.

An apt name, Bro supposed. The little thing was furry as hell, soft to his rough fingered touch and fairly sweet looking with its black and white fur pattern. The external fluff seemed to safeguard a sizeable chunk of electronics from what he could guess thanks to a testing squeeze. ...Interesting.

What are you so distracted by now.

“You think you’d be capable of driving one of these?” Bro asked curiously. “It’s got wheels and seems like it can maneuver around on its own from an AI. Talks too.”

I’d rather die. So there is your answer.

“But it’s possible,” Bro continued. “You were able to work that droid back there just fine. Think of how useful this would be for checking out crowded buildings.”

Wouldn’t an RC car be more useful for exploration purposes.

“Hey, I never said I wouldn’t mod this thing,” Bro said as he continued to feel the edges of the furby before turning it and cutting the edge of its fur open, removing the skin messily to get a better look at what lay beneath. “Look. See? A lot of these guts’re useless. Could take them out, put better power and mobility, maybe add a weapon.. Maybe connect the innards of a walkie talkie in there too, or some radio parts to keep in contact.”

It was a whole new project idea. The egg toy was one thing, but this. This was something entirely new. And the fact that Hal hated it so much on sight was kind of appealing.

Are you implying you plan to weaponize a furby.

“Yes. I’m also implyin’ I’d like to see you pilot the damn thing if I can make it work how I want it to. Could set you loose on a floor and let you roll around doin’ your own damn thing, keep shit off you left and right, let me know what you see. You’d be able to help me out.”

And the reason I couldn’t do that with the big droid is…?

“Batteries, bein’ inconspicuous, and portability. I can stuff one of these things in my bag easy, and nobody would expect one of these to be anything important,” he hummed, mind already going wild. Dave would love it.

No, Dave would probably hate it and say he was taunting God but Dave wasn’t here right now and Bro was itching to customize. He glanced back the way he’d come before putting his tongue between his teeth, thinking.. and then grabbing another furby identical to the one he’d de-skinned. He’d need to strip it cleaner, treat it nicer, figure out how these fuckers ticked. Manual was probably in the box somewhere, but even if it wasn’t how hard would it be to figure out a children’s toy?

“I think I know where we’re campin’ tonight. Lemme just grab a few things and we’ll find a spot to nest down.”

I’m never touching that thing, I have no idea why you look like a child with a new toy.

“Because I’m a man-child with several new toys,” corrected Bro as he wandered the aisles, looking for radios or walkie talkies. Paydirt came in the form of a pair of ‘authentic army navy walkie talkies’ whose authenticity he seriously doubted even with their rather pretty camouflage patterning just based on the materials he felt beneath his fingers. These casings would be easy enough to pop with his hands, let alone with his tools, they could really have stood to make these sturdier. He’d kill for a good blowtorch though, maybe make some kind of a shell underneath the furby fur to-

You’re a maniac. You do know that, correct? I can’t hear your thoughts but the things you’re looking at are alarming when placed with the potential logic.

“I think you mean genius, thanks. Shoosh now, I’m tryin’ to find Frankenfurb some more parts,” Bro hummed, tucking the walkie talkies beneath his arm before finding a shopping basket. There. Much better. Like a pre-war man he wandered the aisles, snagging things that looked useful or interesting or, in the case of his eventual sleeping, soft. His sleeping spot back behind the main register ina protected circle of countertops was soon piled high with plushes and surreptitiously dotted with his electronic findings and various tidbits he planned to use for parts. Doll clothes, while overall worthless to him, still had elastic bands inside of them and the fabric wasn’t flammable. Useful. He even found a child size pair of sunglasses he’d already made plans for, so long as he was able to control the melting properly.

Peeling off his boots and settling back with his supper, Bro opened his bag and set to work toying with his new toys. First everything had to be opened and examined, taken apart, and in some places scrapped entirely down to their base components until he had a small pile of tidbits at his disposal. The toy from earlier seemed to be damaged even when he tried to power it on, but the new packaged replacements just needed to have their old battery removed and replaced with something new to turn on. He already knew how he wanted to update it, especially since there seemed to be a data port that would fit Hal’s cable to it. He failed to say it, but it would be a good emergency backup for transportation should anything ever happen to the shades.

The furby would be his prize. Off went its two toned furry skin, out came its voice box and innards, and in went an assortment of new parts.. Including a salvaged port from one of the extra egg toys Bro had grabbed. He’d worked well into the night by the time he put the skin back on and proudly wiped the beak clean before adding the tiny shades, grinning proudly at it.

“Might need some more tweakin’, and I wanna get a proper laser to put in the thing.. But for now it should be able to move around easier and communicate back to the matchin’ walkie talkie,” he said, gesturing over to his creation with both hands and a wide smile.

It’s hideous.

“You’re gonna be in there eventually, Hal, mark my words.”

If it comes down to being a matter of life or death, I consider my life to have been a full one until you can repair me properly.

“You’d rather be dead than have some mobility and autonomy while helpin’ me out?” Bro asked, rummaging in his bag for some water to quench his thirst, using a bit more to wipe his face with now that sleep was settling into his brain.

Did I fucking stutter.

“All I hear is someone who’s bitchy and in denial about the frankenfurb.”

Bro’s vision faded briefly to display those red eyes once more, though this time they were giving a decided roll before his vision faded back in.

When a furby is on the line, Bro, I will be as bitchy as I please.

#bro strider #lil hal #brohal #stridercest #homestuck #my fic

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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picture frame(d) [part 2]

a continuation of this prompt

pairings: pre-romantic logince

warnings: mentioned death threats, gay panic, lots of swearing, anger, panic attacks, sass, stuttering, verbal conflict, rudeness, deceit (as a character; named damien), deceit (as in lying and deceit), yelling, manhandling and pushing, frustration, and possibly something else

a/n: everyone really liked this so, uh.... here’s part two. i’m just gonna tag the people who reblogged the first part with comments, but i do have more ideas for this in the future if you wish to be tagged then. when will that come out? dunno. i wrote this on a whim.

@ironwoman359 @justanotherpurplebutterfly @anxiouslyfred @five-second-cookies

consider buying me a coffee

If there was one thing that infuriated Roman to no end, it would definitely be when he couldn’t find a lead to save his life.

And he couldn’t fucking find one.

He’d been on this case for weeks, and he’d interrogated every staff member half a dozen times with no results. Virgil, Patton, Joan, Talyn, Remy--he’d even talked to the delivery people--had given their stories and alibis, and they all checked out!

And there was one person who he thought he’d hit a home-run on, but it turned out that the kid only spoke French. Thank fucking god that Dr. Picani was fluent, or Roman would have had to hire a damn interpreter.

And guess what? The kid didn’t know anything! He’d never even heard of the notes until they asked.

So yeah, Roman was pretty damn frustrated. It wasn’t his fault that this whole investigation was falling apart at the seams, and Logan’s life was still on the line.

“He’s got to be involved, Roman,” Logan murmured. They were standing on the other side of a one-way mirror, watching the kid draw in a pad of paper. “He showed up just a month before the notes started appearing. It can’t be a coincidence.”

Roman hummed, deep in thought. He was going over what they had learned about the kid. Damien Gauthier, age twenty-one. Immigrated to the country at twenty and picked up a job at the palace around a month before the threats began. Works in the kitchens handling deliveries and preparing ingredients for the higher-ranking chefs. According to Patton, the kid was shy and reserved. He rarely spoke. The scarring on the left side of his face were from a burn (around his eye) and friction burn (the rest of that side of his face).

It just didn’t add up.

“I’d love to believe that we’ve found our terrorist, Lo, but there’s just no evidence. I can’t go around arresting people on a hunch.”

Logan deflated a bit. “I know… I’m just scared, I guess.”

“Hey,” Roman whispered, placing his hand gently on Logan’s shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll figure it out. I’m sure what we’re missing is right in front of our faces.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m sure that you’re right.” The prince sighed. “I’m going to go back to my bedroom. I’d advise that you go see the secretary; I believe that she has mail for you.”

Roman smiled and took a few steps towards the door. “Have a good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.”

“You too, Prince Charming.”

Roman was going to redact his previous statements. The thing that infuriated him the most was when he got conned into believing the same damn prince that he had known was bad news from the beginning.

He should have fucking known. The second that he saw the fucking notes, he should have been able to figure it out. The handwriting wasn’t even that different from Logan’s. He barely changed it at all, yet Roman fell for the mystery.

He fell for Logan.

The results of the handwriting analysis had come back. They showed that the person who wrote them was left handed. Logan was a leftie, and Damien was right handed. Upon closer inspection from Roman, he noticed that the “a”s matched up almost perfectly with the ones on the rendezvous letter that Logan had left with him one particularly stressful night.

No one was threatening Logan.

The notes were just some attempt to frame Damien.

Roman flung the door to Logan’s bedroom open with more force than necessary, but he didn’t really care with all of the red clouding his thoughts.

“Roman, what are you--”

“What kind of an idiot do you take me for?!” Roman screamed, grabbing Logan by the collar and lifting him from his chair onto his feet. “Did you seriously think that I would be so stupid that I’d put an innocent man to death without evidence? Am I a joke to you?”

“What are you going on about?” Logan’s hands wrapped around Roman’s wrists, and horror shone clear in his eyes.

Roman’s voice turned too sweet too fast. “The lab results for the handwriting analysis came back, Lo. Left handed. Unlike our prime suspect, and just like you. Not to mention your pathetic attempt to mask your handwriting failed miserably.”

“It’s not what it looks like--”

“Oh, I’m pretty damn sure it’s exactly what it looks like,” Roman said; his voice gradually gained volume once more. “You played me like a damn fiddle! I fell for--” You-- “your innocent schtick, but you were completely free of guilt, trying to send that kid to death! I can’t believe you thought so poorly of my intelligence. And--holy shit--you were so fucking awful to risk your friends’ lives in your scheme! They could have been found guilty, and I bet you wouldn’t have cared. You’re just insufferable!”

Logan was still clinging to Roman’s wrists, but his expression edged almost on regret. “Roman, I swear to you that I would never try to incriminate an innocent person! He’s hiding something! I’ve seen it, Ro; he’s--”

“Save it,” Roman spat in a menacing whisper. “I don’t want to listen to you for a second longer than I have to. Go cry to your damn servants…” He leaned in close to the prince’s face. “That is, if they trust you anymore.”

In one fluid motion, Roman threw Logan back into his chair and stalked out of the room, leaving the prince gasping for breath.

“Um, excuse me, Detective,” Virgil said as he walked into Roman’s bedroom at the palace.

Roman threw him a vicious glare over his shoulder. He’d been hastily throwing his belongings and tools back into his suitcase for about an hour in preparation to vacate the palace as soon as humanly possible. He desperately wanted to go home and wallow in his sorrow and anger without the constant reminder that, hey, the prince fucking conned me for nearly a month! That’s cool, huh?!

“What do you want?”

“Oh, well, um… Well, I came to tell you that the cab you requested won’t, um… It won’t be able to come.” Virgil shied away from the intensity of Roman’s stare, and nearly jumped out of his skin when Roman spoke up again.

“So order another one.”

“I, um, can’t.”

Roman felt time still as he fully turned around. “What?”

Virgil took a step back and curled further into himself. He was nearly impossible to hear as he said, “There’s a huge blizzard coming through. We’re stranded in the palace for a few days until the storm passes and a bit of the snow clears.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Roman muttered to himself, dropping onto his bed.

“I-I’m sorry! I can try t-t-to get s-someone to come in--”

“No, I’m sorry.” Roman waved the servant off. “I’m just upset. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

I should be taking it out on the real culprit, but I’d rather avoid committing a capital offense.

Virgil gave a tiny, scared nod. “Okay. Uh, if you need anything--”

“Just call. I know,” Roman said with a gentle smile. “Thanks, Virgil.”

“Uh, yeah… Bye.”

Virgil was out of the door before Roman could even think to respond.

With a sigh, the detective flopped back onto his bed. It was just his sour luck that he would be stranded in this godforsaken palace with Logan. The prince of his dreams. Stupid, handsome, deceitful Logan. He muttered a few Chinese and English curses under his breath, feeling the full exhaustion of the day weigh on him like a thick blanket. Without the drive to get the hell out of Dodge, Roman was sleepy as hell. His eyes fluttered closed. It wasn’t as if he was missing anything important if he fell asleep.

#sanders sides fic #logince #m writes things #logan sanders #roman sanders

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dibs4ever · 5 years

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Meeting the Grandmother

“Babs, are you really going to take him out dressed like that?” Dick looked his son over from where Barbara stood holding him

Barbara smiled “He doesn’t look that bad.”

Dick shook his head “He’s dressed like a little sailor. What is there a matching hat too?”

“As a matter of fact, there is” she grinned holding the hat up and placing it on her sons head

Dick gave her a ‘seriously’ look

Barbara laughed handing the infant to Dick “Look my grandma sent me the outfit for him when she found out he was a boy. He’s meeting her for the first time today so I figured he should look cute....well in her mind cute.”

Dick chuckled “I’m meeting her for the first time today too, should I wear a Sailor suit as well”

Barbara rolled her eyes nudging him playfully

Jim pulled into the nursing home that was about 3 hours outside of Gotham. Dick was sitting in the passenger seat while Barbara sat in the back with Nathan. Since finding out Dick was his grandson's father last month Jim had taken the news surpassingly well. He respected the fact that Dick wanted to be fully in his son's life and not just abandon his responsibility. He also liked that Dick respected his daughters wishes to just be friends and wasn’t (according to Barbara) trying anything.

They entered the building Barbara standing between her father and Dick, Nathan in her arms. “Here we are room 273.” Jim said stopping at the door that read “Francis Gordon” “Now remember Barbara, it’s been a while since you’ve seen my mother. Remember how she can be”

Dick looked at her “How she can be?”

Barbara nodded “Granny Gordon is a bit-outspoken. “

Dick nodded as Jim knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened a white-haired, short, hunched over old lady with a walker answered: “Your late” she mumbled before turning around.

They followed her through the small apartment

“Sorry mom there was traffic and Barbara had to stop to change the baby,” Jim said softly resting a hand on the woman’s back

Dick looked around the room noticing cards, balloons, and flowers that read “Happy Birthday”

“Looks like someone just had a birthday, happy birthday ma’am, “ Dick said cheerily

The woman shook her head “What’s so happy about it? I turned 88.”

Dick wasn’t sure how to respond but Barbara shook her head indicating a response wasn’t necessary. She sat down on the couch “Wanna hold my baby granny ?” Barbara asked with a smile

Her grandmother nodded “Sure just lay it in my lap why don’t cha?” She patted her boney leg. Hesitantly Barbara obliged, making sure Nathan was secure in the elderly woman’s hands before releasing him

Jim reached for a pair of glasses sitting on the coffee table. “Here mom why don’t you put these on so you can see your great-grandson better” he gently placed the glasses on his mother’s face. Francis blinked a few times before focusing in on Dick.

“Who are you?” She pointed

Dick smiled “I’m Dick Grayson, your great grandson's father”

The woman glared at him “You are very tan”

He nodded “Yeah that I am”

She continued to look him over “You’re Romanichal”

Dick chuckled “Wow, good eyes ma’am. Nobody has been able to pick up on that so quickly in years”

The woman shook her head and looked down at Nathan for the first time. The baby was happily sucking on his knuckles “This kid is a Gyp?”

Jim shook his head “I’m sorry what?”

Francis began pushing Nathan away “Someone take him”

Quickly Barbara picked her son up

“James, how could you let this happen?” She scolded

Jim shook his head “Let what happen, mom? You aren’t making any sense”

She nodded “I certainly am making sense. How could you let your daughter reproduce with a gypsy.” She looked toward Barbara “Ya know he’s just gonna leave you for the first piece of fresh new meat that walks his way right? All the Travelers are like that.”

“Grandma, Dick and I aren’t even together “ Barbara shook her head

Dick nodded “Yeah besides, I haven’t really even practiced Romani traditions since I was 9 and even then it was very mild”

Francis nodded “Figures, that’s all Romanichials like to do. They don’t like being responsible. That kid is a perfect example. “

“Mom Dick is a fantastic father. He has gone above and beyond his responsibilities. And ‘that kid’ is Nathan, my grandson and your great grandson”

“That is not my grandson, he’s far too dark”

Jim held up a hand “Ya know what mom, that’s enough”

She shook her head “The child is technically biracial Jimmy”

Barbara’s eyes widened “Who gives a flying leap what my kid looks like Francis”

The woman’s eyes widened “Barbara I am your grandmother you will call me as such”

Barbara shook her head passing Nathan to Jim “You lost that right the moment you started discriminating the father of my child and my child. Who cares what he looks like. I don’t care if he’s purple or Orange.”

Orange- are you referring to” Dick began

“Not now!” Barbara barked “This is my son” she pointed “and this man” she pointed at Dick “Is one of the most amazing humans you will ever meet. But you will never get the chance to get to know either one of them cause you’re just a racist old hag. No wonder my father never comes to visit you. You’re going to die alone, you nasty old-“ she was cut off from her rant when Dick picked her up

“Dick put me down” she kicked

Dick shook his head “Nope come on” he started walking toward the door, she hadn’t even noticed that her dad had left with Nathan

Once they were outside Dick set her down when he did tears were streaming down her face, she was breathing heavily “Let me go back in there and give her a piece of mind!” She pointed

Dick shook her head “I think you already did that sweetie”

“She—she called you and Nate all kinds of names” Barbara’s breathing was increasing

Dick nodded “I know, trust me I do but she’s an old woman she doesn’t need you screaming “

Barbara shook her head “She doesn’t deserve my respect”

“I didn’t say she did,” he said rubbing her shoulders

Barbara shrugged him off “Then let me get back in there and yell at her. She talked down on an innocent baby-on our baby!” She gasped her breathing becoming unsteady “Where is my baby, I need to point out to her in every way how perfect he is”

Dick stood in front of her “Nate is with your dad going for a walk around the building. You need to calm down before you have a panic attack”

Barbara continued to breathe in a and out heavily. In one quick motion, Dick moved forward capturing her lips in his. Kissing her long, soft and gentle. He pulled apart pressing their foreheads together “Sorry” he whispered

Barbara nodded pulling back

“I just I Umm read that kissing can be a good distraction to stop a panic attack.”

Barbara flashed a half smile “Yeah?, well it worked I think”

“Yeah?”

Barbara nodded “Yeah. Let’s go find my dad and go back home where we belong”

Later that night/Morning Barbara tiptoed through the apartment, still adorned in her Batgirl suit. It was her night to patrol. Dick stayed with Nathan tonight as well as manned the Comms when needed. She stopped when she passed the doorway of Nathan’s nursery.

Dick sat in the rocking chair-asleep, Nathan cradled in his arms sleeping as well.

Barbara stepped into the room, Dick awoke at the sense of someone entering

“Hey, you’re back?” He said groggily

Barbara nodded “Pretty slow night “

Dick smiled “Well you didn’t miss much, Nay Nay and I took a shower together. “

Barbara smiled “Bet that was a sight to see”

He grinned “You bet”

They sat in silence for a moment “I’m sorry about today”

Dick shook his head “How many times do I have to tell you it’s fine” he stood up walking down the hall to Barbara's room he set Nathan in her bed. Then stepped back out into the hall with Barbara

Barbara shook her head “I don’t know how you’re so calm about it”

Dick smiled and waved her down the hall to his room, they sat on his bed where he pulled out an old photo album “Look at you!” She pointed to a photo

Dick smiled “Don’t get me wrong, I was very upset that she was downing our son Babs. But she grew up in that generation”

Barbara shook her head “Doesn’t give her a right to discriminate you or my baby”

Dick smiled “Babs have I ever told you about my days in the circus?”

She nodded “Of all your adventures, traveling from city to city. Being babysat by circus performers, learning 5 different languages and having a pet elephant.”

Dick let out a chuckle “That was the good things what about the bad?”

Barbara shook her head

“Yeah I’m Romani, it’s who I am. I haven’t really practiced the lifestyle since my parents- but the first 9 years of my life I was”

Barbara remained quiet listening eagerly

“Depending on what city we were in, my parents and I “ he sighed “People would shout things at us “

Barbara tilted her head “like?”

Dick looked up in thought “Let’s see, the ones I can remember; traveler, Gypsy, Rom, Drac, Gyp, Taran, Verbes.”

Barbara shook her head “That’s terrible”

He nodded “They would call me an inbred bastard”

Barbara furrowed her eyebrows “People would call a child that”

Dick nodded “I mean to be fair some Romanis do inbreed”

Barbara looked him over “You aren’t —-are you?”

Dick chuckled “No far from it, my parents were from feuding Romani sides. It’s why they had to break off from their families and join the circus.”

She nodded

“But my dad he always held his head high with the insults.” He smiled as he thought back “Just keep walking Chavo” he quoted his fathers words “He told me we should feel sorry for people who didn’t take the time to know us as a person. “They know not what they say, they are taught by others before them. If we bark back we are just proving them correct in their incorrect statements. He would say “

She smiled “Your dad sounds like a smart man”

Dick nodded “He was the calmest most mellow person ever. My mother on the other hand—she was a firecracker, once when I was 6 we finished a performance and were out socializing with the crowd. A woman grabbed my arm and bent it to see how flexible I was. She didn’t pull it enough to injure me but it hurt. My mom went off on her let me tell you” He smiled widely at the memory

Barbara laughed lightly “Your parents sound amazing. I wish I could have met them”

Dick nodded “I do too, I think they would have liked you”

She flipped through the old album there was a photo of Dick’s father “You kinda look like him.”

“Yeah?” He quirked an eyebrow

She nodded “Not identical, but similar”

He smiled

“So the reason you didn’t get upset is that you want to handle the discrimination like your father did?” She asked playing with his hand

Dick looked up in thought before nodding his head “I never thought of it that way but, yeah I guess you’re right” they flipped through the photos for a couple more minutes “Look Babs, I'm sorry I kissed you it was out of line- you want this whole just friends thing and it’s been going great we can just forget-“

Barbara held a finger to his lip “Dick, it brought me back to reality and calmed me down. I think we can make an exception.

She smiled “I guess one of us has to be the calm one for Nate’s sake otherwise he’d be in trouble”

“Would he ever” Dick chuckled

Barbara stood “I better get to bed”

Dick nodded “Yeah it’s kinda late, good night. If Nate wakes and you need help--”

Barbara cut him off again ”Yeah, yeah I know to wake you up too. Goodnight Boy wonder”

She waved before exiting his room. Then Dick flopped back on his bed.

Barbara returned to her room to see her son lying her bed, his legs bent up as he stuck his tiny toes in his mouth. Barbara chuckled quickly changing out of her suit and into a t-shirt (that she had stolen from Dick) she climbed into bed and picked her son up “Hello my love” she kissed his chubby cheek. The baby let out a coo and laughed lightly “Lets be quiet so daddy can sleep.” she whispered looking at her son, he continued to smile at her “I’m sorry I took you to meet that mean old lady today and that I dressed you in that outfit, your dad was right it’s pretty ugly. Im throwing it out tomorrow. It’s her loss though everyone loves you. I do, Daddy adores you, Grampy Bruce, Great Grandfather Alfred, Gramps, all your aunts and uncle, our friends. Heck people stop us on the street to tell us how cute you are. And you are advancedn for your age.” she inhaled a breath “And when I was in my darkest you brought me joy I will forever be greatful for.” She kissed her sons dark hair and snuggled him into her.

#Dickbabs #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #batgirl #oracle #batfamily #batfam au #batfam fanfiction #batfamily headcanons #jim gordon

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poor-sickies · 6 years

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Hi! Can I request either painful wound cleaning or cry into chest for Keith with Lance as the caretaker? I prefer platonic or pre klance but you can write it shippy if you prefer. Thanks!!!!

So I wrote this prompt for ‘painful wound cleaning’ but it does include crying into chest… Anyway, that slot is still open if anyone else wants to request it.

And for future reference, unless you ask for a specific pairing, I always write it platonic!

There are four squares left that haven’t been requested! The blue dotted ones are the ones I already got asks about.

@badthingshappenbingo

murphy’s law

word count. 2053 words

prompt: painful wound cleaning

Somedays, things just go wrong.

Eightmonths living in space, fighting and surviving. And Lance is getting awfullyused to Murphy’s law at this point.

“Comeon Keith, hold on. We’re almost there.”

Heruns through the dark hallways, as fast as he can with Keith in his arms,squinting to try and make out the walls from the floor. He’s pretty sure theinfirmary is two halls down, but the lack of light makes him unsure. Well, hebetter hurry. Now is not the time to fail. There’s way too much at stake.

Keithkeeps squirming in his arms, face stuck on a grimace, and eyes closed, lefthand holding his side. He lets out a pained whimper when Lance twists to the leftto go faster.

“Sorry,sorry,” Lance apologizes quickly, trying not to run out of breath, “almost there.”

Theyhad their good days. Days when they win battles, free planets, make newalliances for the Voltron Coalition.

Butthen there were the really bad days. And looking down at Keith in hisarms, nearly ready to pass out, Lance knows this isn’t even the worse it canget. The thought scares him, and he tries to push it to the back of his mind. It’swhy he’s running desperately, isn’t it? There’s still a good chance this day doesn’tgo completely wrong. And Keith’s depending on him.

Lance’slegs nearly give out when he’s able to distinguish the infirmary door. He’sable to see Coran inside, despite the almost complete darkness, rummaging throughthe drawers and cabinets in a frantic pace.

Corannotices Lance’s arrival (how could he not, with the silence the Castle wassubmerged in?). He doesn’t look away from the boxes and stacks he’s goingthrough, but motions to a bed at his right.

“Layhim there and start cleaning the wound. I’ll come back as soon as I can,” hesays, with a wavering in his voice that was very uncharacteristic to him.

Lancenods quickly, and lowers Keith down on the mattress, gently, trying to ignorethe groan of pain that comes out of him when his back hits the bed.

Coranleaves, and Lance can hear his rushed steps down the hall. Even normally, withthe Castle powered and lit up, its shiny lights and clean appearance managed tobe creepy. It’s a hundred times worse, with the power out, dark and somber andsilent. He’s pretty sure he could hear a pin drop, weren’t it for Keith’sragged breaths.

Right.Now isn’t the time to think about this, as scared as he may be. He needs to actfast.

Keithis still wearing his armor, minus the helmet. With a small push from Lance’shand, he lays on his good side, and Lance is able to remove his chest platewithout too much trouble, as well as the boots and leg armor. It’s strange tosee how small and fragile Keith looks right now in his black under suit.

Especially with the huge bloodstain where the suit is ripped.

“Okay, man, you’re gonna have to help me here,” Lancesays, one hand on Keith’s arm to get his attention, “I need to get yoursuit out. Can you sit up a little?”

Keith looks a little out of it, but after a fewmoments, he nods. His forehead is bloodied too, eyes squinted and browfurrowed, gritting his teeth to block out the pain that radiates from his side.Lance makes a mental note to check for any concussion after this. With Lance’shand on his back, he slowly sits up, just enough for Lance to get to his zipperon the back of his neck and slide the suit down to his waist.

Keith sighs in relief when Lance lets him lay downagain, but shivers with the cold. His skin is sweaty and clammy, and Lancereally hopes it’s just from the pain. With the castle like this, theyreally can’t afford for Keith’s wound to get infected.

Lance picks up the first aid kit, and brings it closerto the only light source he has, a small Altean lamp. He can’t read the labels,but it’s not too difficult to find the disinfectant and a cotton liketissue.

The wound looks a bit worse, now that Lance hasuncovered it. It was a laser gun, close enough that it removed part of the skinand muscle above his ribs in the right side. And it wouldn’t have been so badif those Galra soldiers hadn’t dragged him through the dirt floor right after.Lance is pretty sure he’s going to hear Keith’s screams when he falls asleeptonight. If he falls asleep.

Right now, the priority is to disinfect the wound.

There’s a lot of dirt lodged in the edges of the cut,and bigger grains scattered in the deepest part. And he has to take it all out.It vaguely reminds him of when he used to scrape his knees all the time,falling of rocks at the beach, and his mother insisting she had to get all ofthe sand out. It hurt like hell at the time, and he would always cry a little,but at least his mother’s hugs always made it okay.

Hecan only imagine how it will feel for Keith.

Lance dips the tissue in the disinfectant and braceshimself.

“Okay, Keith, this is gonna hurt a lot, but I’lltry to be quick.” He pulls the lamp closer, trying to fully see thedamage. There’s no need to go at it blindly and cause Keith more pain thannecessary.

Keithhas his eyes closed, hands holding the edges of the mattress, and nods, as ifasking Lance to just get it over with. With a deep breath, Lance brings thetissue closer to Keith’s skin and dabs it against the wound.

Keithimmediately tenses up, breath hitching, a distorted grunt leaving his throat.

The pain is unbearable.

It’s like Lance is dropping burning oil into his skinand rubbing at it with barbed wire.

Before he can double over himself to just make itstop, Lance is quick and holds his chest down with his other hand. In any othersituation, Keith would probably be able to overpower him, but in his weakstate, Lance truly has a death grip over him.

“I’m sorry, Keith, I’m so sorry-”

Keith keeps squirming under Lance’s powerful hold,fingers squeezing at the mattress, eyes alternating between screwed shut andwide open with pain.

The edges of the wound are clean enough, but there’sstill some dirt in the middle that Lance needs to take off. As carefully as hecan, he picks at it with the cloth, trying to be quick and efficient, but thelighting is bad and Keith is crying. Most of his strength is gone, and he justwhimpers helplessly, back arching every time Lance goes deeper. It’s distractingand distressful, and if not for the urgency, Lance would have closed his eyesand blocked his ears. It’s too much.

“Stop- please…make it stop-”

“Almost done, just hold on a little longer-”

The cut finally looks clean, and Lance sighs inrelief.

Keith has his face turned to the other side, exhausted,hunched over himself now that Lance has let go of him. Lance can still hear himcrying, quietly.

Lance takes out a gauze pad and a roll of bandagesfrom the first aid kit, ready to wrap Keith’s torso. Keith hisses when he pressesthe gauze, breath hitching at the painful contact.

“Lance.”

Keith’s voice is shaking, hoarse from pain. He’s stillshivering, a thin layer of cold sweat coating his pale skin.

“The others. Are- are they okay?”

Lance stops.

Because, worse than the castle with no power, worsethan the lions pretty much beaten up, worse than Keith, the black paladin witha wound on his side, there was the reason why it was him here, all alone,taking care of Keith.

“They’refine, Keith,” he lies, continuing to place the gauze over the wound, keeping itin place with medical tape.

ButKeith is too smart for his own good. And from the way he looks at Lance’s face,attentive and focused, he doesn’t have any major head injury, like Lance hadfeared. No, his mind is clear and lucid, like always. For a moment, Lancewishes it wasn’t.

“There’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?”

Lance sighs. “Keith, there’s nothing you can donow, okay? Just let me take care of this and I’ll-”

“Just tell me what is going on!” Keith snaps, loud enoughto startle Lance. He’s breathing faster, looking Lance dead in the eye, hisvery familiar determined expression scary and somber.

“Hunk and Pidge are fine. Allura is too.” Lanceswallows, fidgeting with the roll of medical tape in his hand. “Shiro is alittle… banged up-”

“What?! What happened to him?”

“He had to go on the field during the battle. He tookone of the field jets and went down,” Lance explains, as calmly as he can.

“Yes, I know that, he told us through the comms,” Keithinsists, words fast and frustrated, grabbing at Lance’s wrist. “What is wrongwith him? Just tell me!”

“Damnit Keith, calm down!” Keith seems to be gettingpaler by the second, and Lance isn’t sure if it’s from the pain, the anxietyover Shiro, or both, but it’s still scary.

This is why he hadn’t said anythingin the first place. The castle is almost completely inoperational, includingthe cryopods. He knows the others are doing everything they can for Shiro, buthe has no idea of what’s really going on. How can he tell Keith everything isgoing to be fine, when he can’t even be sure himself? When he’s afraid,terrified, how can he tell Keith not to be scared too?

“Lance, just fucking tell me!”

“He’s… he’s unconscious now. He’s got some kind ofhead injury, but Coran said he would be fine if we-”

“What?! No- Lance, help me out of this bed, I gotta-”

Keith tries to sit up immediately, but a wave of painhits him again as he bends his torso, and he flops back down ungraciously witha whimper. His eyes look up at Lance, pleading. He’s about to try it again, butLance his quick and holds him down again.

“Lance, please, I gotta see if he’s okay, I-”

“You’re not in any shape to go anywhere, except tosleep,” Lance says, firm but tired.

Keithhas tears streaming down his cheeks, his worry for Shiro and the realizationthat he’s definitely stuck in bed hitting him full force. Lance taps hisshoulder gently, picking up the bandages. “Come on, I still need tobandage that.”

He helps Keith lean up a little, just enough for thebandages to go around his back. Keith buries his face in Lance’s shoulder as hedoes so, shaking and crying, short sobs interrupted by the stabs of pain in hisside.

“It’s okay, it’s okay - the others are with him now,and they’re doing everything they can,” Lance soothes him, helping him lay backdown when he’s finished “He’s gonna be fine.” He’s not really sure of who he’strying to convince anymore – Keith or himself.

Lance walks to the end of the bed to pull down therest of Keith’s under suit, leaving him in his underwear. He knows attemptingto dress him in comfortable clothes would only result in more pain, so he justgrabs an extra blanket from the cabinet and covers Keith with it.

Keith looks calmer now. The exhaustion is getting tohim, although he seems determined in keeping his eyes open. And as much asLance wishes Keith would rest a little, just to escape the pain for a while, he’sglad for the company. The Altean lamp is dimming, and Lance knows it willcompletely go out in a few minutes, and then they’ll be in complete darkness.He thinks of going out to check on Shiro’s condition, but he can’t bringhimself to leave Keith alone.

He pulls a chair to Keith’s bedside while he can stillsee it, and hopes for the best.

#vld #badthingshappenbingo #bingo #keith #lance #angst #fanfic #ask #m #a writes #wound #blood #pain #bandages

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ebonyphotographs · 6 years

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A Kiss... as A Suggestion

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

27) For Ignoct prompted by @unleashed-hell [read it here on my AO3]

I can’t actually thank you enough for the ‘suggestion’ please laugh at my terrible usage of a joke I’m really grateful for the chance to use creative flow.

“Well then…” Prompto stated sassily. His eyebrows raised high in a fashion that had Noctis as physically on edge as possible. His tone hadn’t sounded as optimistic before as it did now.

“No,” Noctis pointed and raised his voice above the music playing. “Don’t you even, Prompto.”

Gladio had focused in on their conversation a long time ago due to the topic. The burly fellow simply couldn’t resist a flirtatious encounter. He was way more humored than he needed to be, which was another factor that added to the nerves building up in Noct’s stomach.

“Hey, don’t side with him,” he quickly directed to the man as he started to laugh.

Ignis remained standing firmly in place where he’d been listening to them banter the matter. The idea of what Prompto was already insinuating filled him just as evenly as it had filled Noctis with panic. At a time like now, nothing would be more embarrassing than to kiss his partner in front of the both of them. Of course Prompto already knew, but it was starting to sound more like a dare to convince Gladio than anything else. Ignis swallowed hard.

Maybe…

“Oh come on, you guys can’t honestly act so shy.”

Prompto’s gaze returned to Noct with a suggestively smug expression. His cheeks were flushed from the drinks they’d shared throughout the night. It wasn’t as if they weren’t old enough to toss a few back – or to be prepared for the effects of doing so. It was only going to get worse from here at that rate. The apparent had yet to hit the air and yet Ignis felt he already knew. He was pretty sure they all knew. Noct was fighting it enough to start considering what he should say to steer their interests to anything different. What a cheeky situation.

“You guys have kissed at least once, right?” Gladio asked.

Ignis adjusted his glasses. It wasn’t as if he could pretend he didn’t belong in the discussion nor that he couldn’t hear what was being said around him.

“Well,” Noctis whispered, unsure of himself. “We… uh…”

Gladio waved an arm in the air at him. “Pfft, that about says it all.” He laughed again.

Prompto could see Noct’s self-esteem visibly drop. “That’s real lame bro. You got anything else to justify that lousy answer?”

Ignis stepped forward towards his partner and grabbed his shoulder to reassure him. “Reasonably, you shouldn’t expect him to rush a relationship.” Noct was more than grateful he’d broken his silence.

“It’s not like there’s pressure, right?” Gladio contradicted. “You two clearly love each other; why aren’t you kissing?”

“Yeah, why aren’t you two kissing right now?”

“I already told you P, back off.” Noct’s face was a thicker shade of blush suddenly. Ignis slipped a grin, all too aware that it couldn’t be blamed solely on the wine. “We do… kiss. A-and other stuff.”

“Other stuff?!” Prompto lunged in his seat. The exaggerated motion forced liquid to spill over the rim of his cup.

Gladio gave a nudge into the blonde’s ribs, a provocative notion which the couple attempted to ignore. Noct turned back to face Ignis and saw him pinching the bridge of his nose while shaking his head.

“No way. You’ve gotta prove it then.”

Oh no.

Ignis brought both hands up to cover his entire face. So, he really was frustrated then. “Why do you feel it necessary to antagonize us?” he groaned.

“What’s the matter Igster? Ya flustered? Bothered, even?”

“We don’t have to prove anything,” Noctis followed Iggy’s lead. Despite that Ignis had been holding him well in place with solid thinking, he couldn’t help his mind from going there. It was tempting… to kiss him with them watching – just to shut them up at least.

Maybe, just maybe.

Dirty as it was, Noctis wasn’t so cautious about their bond. The same could not exactly be said for the more reserved of the duo. Ignis was professional; he was proper (as demonstrated by his ability to hold down his alcohol). Even still, the implications were taking their tole on his poker face and Noctis could tell he was overthinking it.

“You know,” he emphasized towards Ignis. “It is just the guys. I mean, they’re not gonna tell.”

Ignis stammered. “N-Noct.”

“It’s a celebration,” Gladio reminded them with a cheer. “You should loosen up!”

Prompto playfully winked and kicked his legs around. “Go for it, loosen those lips!”

Ignis’ shoulders tensed. “Are you… honestly thinking-? Noct?”

Noctis inched closer to him. “It’s just harmless fun. Besides, it’s not like I’m ashamed of us.”

Keeping the hoots and hollers of their friends as much in the background of his attention as he could manage, Ignis aimed his eyes away from everyone. Evidently, he wasn’t so structured afterall.

“If you’re gonna say you’re dating ‘and stuff’,” Prompto mimicked a quotation with his fingers, “then I suggest you seal the deal with your mouths.”

“Yeah, and none of that cheap one-second puckering either,” Gladio added. “Make it a real one!”

The tips of Noct’s shoes tapped against the floor tile as he closed the gap between their chests. From up close, he could see how undone he truly was. He was starting to sweat and with his body language so posh, it was outrageously obvious that he was putting on a front. In the reflection of his shining iris, Noct could see his camouflaged trembling. Was he quietly pleading, or was he struggling to deny his want to touch him?

Poor thing. He worried just a bit too much.

“Brace yourself, Specs.”

Ignis grounded his feet. He looked back at their audience (who had both leant in – almost in disbelief – to gawk and shout at them) but his green spotlights came back to Noctis with speed. The raven-haired boy’s eyelids fell shut and his jaw angled so their noses could brush. Noctis raised both arms to lace them around Ignis’ neck, then lifted onto his tiptoes for good measure. All practical train of thought fled Ignis’ brain the instant he had Noct’s lips upon him. It was a firm kiss, warm, and just as sure as it would have been if they were alone. His eyes finally closed as he gave in.

Noctis seemed especially pleased. It wasn’t so awful to demonstrate his affections like this. He pushed the kiss deeper, much to Prompto and Gladio’s surprise. Yes, it was all in good fun. Noct knew this could potentially leave somewhat of a scar on his beloved, but he hoped that the trust the four of them shared might outweigh the fear. Plus, the he could test Iggy’s limits. He hadn’t stopped him or shoved him away. There may have been some slim chance this moment proved more for the two of them than it would for anyone else.

So he kissed him again. Then a third time. And four, and five. He dipped his fingers into Iggy’s hair and rolled the strands around teasingly.

Prompto squealed loudly from the couch at the corner of the room. “Aw, damn! He looks so into it!” He gave a few slaps against Gladio’s exposed upper arm.

Ignis’ attitude utterly betrayed the composure he’d failed to sustain. He couldn’t keep his hands from cupping Noctis’ hips, particularly when he sensed his drunken wobbling. Curiously however, Noctis seemed rather steady. At least the motion of his mouth had him thinking as much. Perhaps it was he himself who was dizzy.

For a second, Noct pulled away, but only slightly. Ignis anticipated his love would be completely gone soon and it admittedly saddened him (once he put the prospect of their onlookers away). What passion, he thought. Was he being cocky or was he actually showing off? Was Ignis proud to be shown off?

Just as he was beginning to lessen his embrace, shock flooded his body when Noctis slipped his tongue deep into his mouth and licked all along the inside. Ignis grabbed at his shirt tightly and moaned from the wetness; an immediate regret. It didn’t help that Noctis had taken his own clasp of his shirt into his hands to keep him from pulling away.

No taking that one back.

Prompto was screaming. “You did that on purpose!”

Gladio had rolled to the side for air after witnessing them part. “Oh man- I don’t believe it! Aha!”

“You purposely turned to the side so we could see your tongue!” Prompto continuously repeated his statement in broken fragments over and over.

Noct spun to hide his face just long enough to register what he’d done. Why was it so difficult to hide his giggles? He prayed inwardly that it was worth it; he tasted Ignis’ tongue for the very first time right there in front of them. No way was he going to confess such a thing out loud. A revelation of that caliber would never die down. He’d be hearing about it for years. “You had better believe it now, you perverts. I’m not doing that for you again.”

He eventually accepted that he’d acted selfishly and started to feel bad. He threw his head back to check on Ignis and bit his bottom lip sharply – practically scolding himself – because he looked like he might start to cry.

“Ignis, you okay?” Calling his full name should have indicated his sincere concern. Surely he hadn’t crossed a serious line of some kind.

Ignis stood in the same place with the back of his wrist sheltering a partly concealed smile. Noctis blinked with a bit of apprehension. A huff of laughter parted from him.

“Too much?”

Ignis removed his hand and unveiled a blissful grin, stretched ear to ear. He shut his eyes tight and snorted before fully vocalizing his happiness, much to Noct’s relief. Thank goodness.

“For you, Noctis, too much is never enough.”

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