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Obey me! Brothers with Demon behaviors (part 3??) :

You can find other parts here: part one, part two, part three (u are here), Part four

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

Caution: May contain dark themes or imply towards dark themes. May contain nsfw or it may imply towards nsfw themes.

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☆☆Weather Behaviors☆☆

How does hot weather affect the brothers?

Even though demons can handle weather better than humans, we're talking about a group of man demon babies. The brothers and heat do not mix well. It puts all of them in a sour mood, more fighting takes place during hot seasons, the damage HoL takes during these seasons is insane. Its an all out brawl between the brothers when its hot, the only one safe is Mc, and that's if they don't get caught in the crossfire. Mc's job of keeping the brothers in check is so much harder when its hot in the Devildom, the brothers fighting isn't just confined to HoL like it sometimes is during cold weather. Instead the brothers will fight anywhere, HoL, R.A.D, a random street corner, it doesn't matter if the heat makes them angry enough a fight is breaking out no matter the place. During hot weather the brothers may avoid each other as much as possible, even the clingest of the brothers are not touching anyone other than Mc. Bonding between the brothers during hot seasons is rare but its not impossible. If they go to the beach or get ice cream together, they may bond a little. If they can cool down enough it it will be pretty chill, they'll all actually act like they like each other until they inevitably get hot again.

The brothers may do certain things to cool down that humans can't do. For example they may extend their wings if they have them so that the wind can blow against their wings, it helps cool them down as their wings are a sensitive part of their demon forms. If the brothers have tails depending on the tail they may try and block the sun or heat with their tail, trying to create a small amount of shade for themselves. Other ways they may cool down with their tails is by licking them, the saliva wets the fur and then the wettness gets cool under a breeze. Both of these ways do not work for Levi's tail, Levi's tail is similar to a snakes or a reptiles tail in general. This means that Levi would likely put his tail in places with shade, whether that means under a tree or whether he makes the burrow himself it does matter, as long as his tail is under shade he'll be cooler than he previously was. Other methods of cooling that Mc may find that all brothers do are things like: panting, humans pant occasionally but animals pant often, some animals can't sweat so panting is the next best method. The brothers can sweat, but i feel like some brothers just prefer the panting method when it comes to cooling down. Animals like dogs sweat through glands in their feet, the brothers may have specific places that sweat more than others. Some of the brothers may sweat more than others and some may rarely sweat at all, it really just depends on their demon forms and what animals their demon forms take after. Dogs some times sweat through their noses, which is why you'll occasionally find a pup with a wet nose. Now it might seem weird for a demon to have a wet nose but I can see it happening. Every demon is made to appear different in some way, so not all demons will sweat through their nose, however some will, its an interesting experience.

Places in the Devildom that have water are packed during hot seasons, demons flock to water just like animals. Even demons that you wouldnt think would swim can be found swimming if it gets to hot out. Demons may also do something similar to hibernating, they'd most likely call it "heat naps". If you're sleeping you're not making yourself hot by exercising, so some demons sleep more during hot seasons. These heat naps usually take place under a homemade burrow, just a bunch of pillows and blankets on top of them to try and keep themselves cool. All demons shed more during hot seasons, Mc almost thought the brothers were going balled the first time they experienced it. Demons hair grows and thickens during cold seasons, and when hot seasons come their hair just starts falling out. You know how cats shed? Imagine that but 100x worse, at least some cats have short hair, imagine getting one of these hairs in your mouth. During hot seasons Mc is constantly covered in the brothers hair, give the rollers that clean hair to Mc for christmas to save them some money during hot seasons.

₊ ⊹Affection Behaviors⊹ ₊

How do they behave when being affectionate:

The brothers or just demons in general have plenty ways of showing affection that may seem "animalistic" to Mc, purely because humans dont tend to show affect these ways, it may even sometimes remind Mc of how a pet would act. Some of the acts of affection are commonly done by all the brothers, while other acts are only done by one or two brothers. The brothers have different ways they like to show affection such as; Mammon, Levi, Satan, and Belphie may show or ask for affection by nuzzling their head against Mc. I can see the others doing this at some point, but these are the ones that do it the most. Asmo or Beel may randomly lick Mc to show their affection. The others may do this but its more of teasing manner when they do it. Lucifer shows his vulnerability to Mc, now that may not seem like affection but for this prideful demon it means he trusts and cares for Mc dearly. The other brothers do show valnerability to Mc, but its just different for Lucifer.

Some of the brothers behave almost like a pet dog sometimes. If Mc goes out they may come home to find one brother or multiple brothers waiting at the door for them. I don't see Satan and Lucifer doing this to often, but they will also occasionally be waiting at the door for Mc. Mc gets followed around by the brothers often, just like a dog follows its owner around. The brother doesn't even have to be talking or intereacting with Mc, but if Mc leaves the room then they'll leave the room too. Now again Satan and Lucifer won't be as bad about it as some of the brothers may be Mammon Belphie but the two will still do it sometimes. Imagine Mc gets up and leaves the room and every single brother follows behind them like a dog on a leash. Some of the brothers may even jump in excitement when they see Mc after a long time. Personally I could only see a couple doing this like Mammon, Asmo and maybe Levi. The others may shake in excitement, i can see Levi, Belphie, and Mammon doing this. The rest of the brothers would show their excitment differently so their excitment might not be that obvious. Imagine Mc comes back to HoL after being gone for awhile just to find one of the brothers waiting for them jumping or shaking in excitement before they tackle Mc to the ground. Mammon, Beel, and sometimes Levi like to have their belly rubbed, they'll roll over like a dog and everything. Beel and Mammon like to play, like either play fighting or playing catch. Mammon, Levi, Belphie, and Beel if he doesn't think he'll crush Mc will all sit on Mc's lap no matter how short or tall Mc is. Beel, Mammon, Levi and sometimes Belphie will lay their head on Mc's knee or hand in attempts to get Mc's attention.

Some of the brothers behave more like a pet cat, for example Belphie, Satan, and Lucifer all do the slow eye blink. If Asmo, Lucifer, Satan, or Belphie exposes their belly to Mc then their showing their trust and affection. Unlike the other brothers these 4 don't really like having their belly rubbed but Mc may occasionally get away with rubbing their belly. These 4 mostly just do it to show Mc that they trust them and are comfortable being vanurable around them. All the brothers make a purring sound but Lucifer, Satan, and Levi purr the most. Mammon, Satan, and Belphie will head butt Mc affectionately. Literally anywhere, on Mc's arm, Mc's forehead where ever it doesnt matter, just as long as they get Mc's attention. I can see all the brothers giving love bites but Belphie, Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer give them the most. Now I know some people probably don't think Lucifer would bite Mc randomly, but I can see him giving them when its just him and Mc alone. Satan, Belphie, Levi, and Asmo will rub noses with Mc. The other brothers have occasionally rubbed noses with Mc but those 4 do it the most. All the brothers will nuzzle their face against Mc, it doesn't matter where they will anywhere. Belphie, Satan, Asmo and sometimes Lucifer will "paw" at Mc when they want Mc's attention. Some wont say anything they'll just keep rapidly touching Mc's hand or arm until Mc pays attention to them. You know how cats will bring you something they killed? Well I can see this happening it's probably Beel, Mammon, or Belphie that does it. Now the other brothers may bring Mc a token, but they never brought Mc anything dead. The other three just didn't understand that humans don't do that. The brothers that bring regular tokens the most are: Mammon, Satan, Lucifer, and Asmo. Mammon learned his lesson like a smart boy and hasn't brought Mc anything dead since the first time.

The brothers are really bad about stealing things that smell like Mc so they can lay on them. All the brothers have done it at least once but the ones that are the worst about it are: Mammon, Belphie, and Levi. If Mc goes away to long they'll come back to everything that smelled like them being missing. Mc will have to go door to door to collect their belongings back, and some brothers may even fight Mc over keeping the items. All of the brothers are territorial over Mc in an affectionate way of "thats my human don't mess with them". If the brothers let Mc groom them then it means they trust them, this really matters for brothers like: Asmo and Lucifer. Those two really have to trust Mc to let Mc alter or mess with their apperance, even if Mc is just trying to help and clean them up.

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year

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[Part 4 of Gifted. Fem reader.]

Previous poll winner: " I think I'll... Thank the chef, yes. " (37.1%)

TW: Violence; Descriptions of cannibalism; Slight gore; Knife play; Extremely dubious consent.

New choice! [VOTE]

" I think I'll... Thank the chef, yes. "

Do you really have a choice anyway?

You recall him, his voice mostly. A southern drawl that sounded almost goofy, but imposing. Which is fitting, you suppose, he's an intimidating cinder block of a monster. A mushroom monster, you've seen one or two of those before, they're generally quite pretty in your opinion. The chef in particular struck you, the dotted patterns on his arms glowing faintly in the cavernous dark of Sybastian's mouth when he reached in for you.

In truth, you're not too sure how to feel about him. And that insecurity manifests when you purse your lips, possibly regretting your cooperation regarding these two's lascivious suggestions.

" My my, she really is tame. " Vesper fans himself. " Oh how I regret handing her over! You and I would have had so much fun back in Lust, honey. "

You shudder, believing every word he says. Maybe a bit of fear here is healthy, you can only imagine what kind of animal you'd become in his hands.

" Well then, go! " The Icon urges, facing away from you and Santi dramatically. " I won't let myself stare a second longer, lest I ruin this game. " This guy is such a theater dork, you can't believe you sucked him off. And so happily too.

Nevertheless, Santi takes the warning to heart, ushering you up as soon as you have a couple more forkfuls, not enough to last you long. It's a waste of perfect cuisine, frankly. The incubus walks you through the crowd, hand locked with yours, ever determined to soothe you via gentle touches. You appreciate that about him, this demon's been very kind to you so far, for whatever reason. Maybe because you chose him... Well, it was a good choice, you reckon.

Speaking of choices, you're still not too sure about this last one. Every step through the crowd makes your heart beat a bit harder, a bit faster. Will things work out here too?

" You're so tense, love. Is it butterflies? " Santi teases. " Don't worry, keep up this precious attitude and everything will be fine. "

Encouraging...? Not really.

The doors to the kitchen are tall, a brilliant white, and although there's supposed to be windows in each one of them, the glass there is obscured, meaning the inside is a mystery to you. You can hear the sounds however. Nothing too suspicious, chatter and clinking, mostly.

When the two of you reach those doors, your back is basically glued to Santi's front, fear and dread keeping you stock still. The demon is unbothered, simply pushing the large doors apart and edging you inwards.

Now this... This is what you call a real kitchen.

It's absolutely massive. Then again, that's a theme here. You do understand why things need to be larger in general, after all, many of the monsters here are bigger than humans by a considerable amount, their comfort must be catered to- However, this place tends to exaggerate in the dimensions of its overall floors. This entire kitchen is like a house, it's furnished with all sorts of equipment, reminding you of a world-renowned establishment. The brightness hurts your eyes a little, but you suppose it's necessary. How come you've never even once heard of this location?

The first thing your adrenaline-sharpened mind notes is the blood.

On what you very clearly recognize to be some modernized chopping block. On the ground, like something bleeding and squirming was dragged from said block to another huge set of doors, leading lord knows where. A large scarlet handprint you can only guess belongs to the chef on one of those doors. Then there's that cleaver, a scary-looking thing, embedded in the cutting block, some form of viscera and tissue still clinging to it. So he's not just a chef, yes, he's definitely also a butcher. And yet... You know, deep in your soul, whatever creature possibly lost its life here was likely human.

God help you.

That's not all though. As soon as your gradually panicking mind looks at anything but the trails of red present, it quickly finds ambulating creatures. Small. Smaller than the waiter, totally black but reflecting some sort of pigment, their heads floating as they work, each one clad in white kitchen garbs with varying designs. The first thing that crosses your mind nearly makes you vomit. Children?! You blink several times. No. No, they can't be, just because they're small doesn't mean they're infants, you haven't seen a single child here. Besides, you're fairly certain these aren't monsters, whatever the Hell they could be, they all look the same physically speaking, only their color accents and facial expressions distinguish them. This is some sort of clone fest. What are you looking at?! What is this?!

" S- Santi?... " Are you going insane?

" Oh right, you've never seen one of those before. " The demon reminds himself, chuckling at his own antics. You don't question why he's okay with the shady blood stains. " Those things are called bobbles. They're made here, sweetie, think of them as extra helpers. "

Things... They're things. Uhuh.

You watch silently for a couple of seconds. Most of them appear to be absorbed in their own tasks, moving efficiently between each other. Cutting vegetables, passing utensils, cleaning dishes, shouting for ingredients. Some of them occasionally glance at you two, the gray-colored ones completely neutral, the blue ones with a hint of trepidation. They're a bit cute, you'll admit, if you don't question the logic of their mere existence too much. You wouldn't mind having one of these. After a minute or two of watching these "bobbles" work in fast-paced harmony, you relax enough to detach from Santi, standing by his side warily.

Soon, one of the things, with a tall hat and slightly ripped garb, stomps over to you two. Its eyes narrow over pink-freckled cheeks, and he frowns at Santi specifically. A wooden spoon is slapped onto the demon's stomach.

" Ya hav'ta knock! Sir doesn't like it when people don' knock! " It drawls at the snickering incubus, who merely takes the hits without flinching.

" Whoopsie... Can you find it in you to forgive me? "

You muffle an amused noise as well, watching the small critter's face puff in annoyance for a couple of tense seconds. How can anyone take them seriously, with that adorable look? Finally, it gives Santi a bright smile.

" Okay! " Big pink eyes settle on you, after a concerning pause- Like it genuinely hadn't seen you all this time. " Ooh! Ya brought a piggy, sir's gonna like her! "

The bobble grabs your hand with its four-fingered one and starts trying to lead you somewhere, but you stand your ground. Santi's eyes widen and he flicks that intrusive limb away.

" Hey-! "

" No no Turnip, this one's not for the warehouse. " The look on his pale face is serious, making the bobble tilt its perfectly round head. " This one's for sir. He knows her. "

" Ooooohh... " The pink and black bobble waves its hands excitedly. " Special piggy! "

Wait, hold on- It's name is literally Turnip? What.

" Yes, exactly, I need you to get Morell for me, okay? "

" Yessir! "

Funny, didn't Grimbly say that too? Irregardless, the small being trots away, pushing past those heavy-looking doors with great effort and disappearing from sight entirely. You couldn't get a good look at what lies beyond, which is disconcerting.

The incubus begins looking around, and though you can't really tell what he's after, you don't struggle too much when he beckons you over to an empty marbled counter, and sits you atop it. O-Okay. Satisfied, he goes back to waiting, some form of excitement in his gaze, although it mixes with something else, dampening it.

" Am I... " You start quietly, some of the adrenaline crashing, permeated by uncertainty. " Going to be alright? "

The demon faces you, reading into your expression with a carefully neutral one as he ponders. You don't like that he hesitates, that he's thinking about his answer. That in itself should be telling enough. When you look away, defeated, he grabs your hand, a much smoother smile on those handsome features.

" You're tough. " He begins. " I can tell. Trust in your sixth sense and keep it up. "

He meant to be motivating, but truth of the matter is that was neither a confirmation nor a denial. You can see through it, he doesn't know, but the probably doesn't want to scare you either. Fuck.

The humdrum of the kitchen workers chattering to each other and utensils clinking around becomes an indistinct buzz while you recess into the confines of your mind, adrenaline diminishing in the face of relative inactivity. What is the world outside these walls up to, right now? With you missing, your responsibilities unaccounted for, has your family noticed your absence? Is anyone coming for you? Do they even know how you got here? Will you ever see th-

A sudden woosh snaps you back into alertness, the bloodstained doors leading to who knows where parting smoothly. And he powers in. Him being, of course, the chef.

While not nearly as large as monsters like Vesper, he's towering in his own right. You've never been one to realize how much body language matters, but looking at... Santi called him "Morell", you think- You feel more on edge than you ever did around the massive demonic lord. It's his stance. Shoulders always squared, always flexed and tense, he constantly looks as if moments away from lunging towards something or someone. The few minutes of indirect interaction you've had with this monster were enough to transmit an idea of volatility, as if violence is always just one blink too late away.

The white garb he dons can no longer be called white by any stretch of the imagination, coated in splatters featuring varying shades of red. He looks mildly tired, and angry. You're not sure if he's shining from sweat or some differing condensation- The breeze you felt as soon as those doors parted suggests what lies beyond is cold. Like a fridge room.

A crimson-stained towel hanging from his shoulder is used to wipe bloodied hands rather poorly, before the thing is tossed away, a bobble catching it before it can hit the floor.

" This better be worth mah fuckin' time demon, ah'm two seconds away from- "

As soon as those curious cyan hues bounce up to regard the demon, they instantly dart to you, and he stills. Oh yes, he definitely recognizes you. You're being stared down.

" Well then... " The way bold bright teeth poke above that chunky scarf doesn't bode well with you.

" I take it this is worth your 'fuckin' time'? " Santi jabs.

The large mushroom crosses his arms over his chest, not moving from his spot. " Wha's this all 'bout? " Although he makes an effort to glare at the incubus, he keeps looking back to your figure on his counter. You wonder if he might be mad that you're sitting on it.

" Oh relax, I just brought the minx here to see you. " Santi does a placating gesture with his palms, though you feel a slight sting of betrayal when he opens his mouth again. " See, we just had dinner. Our present here loved your work sooo much she said she'd like to personally give her regards to the chef, and who am I to stop her, hm? "

Morell looks straight at you. Nerves force you to gulp, scratching at your arm and face lightly, better to stay silent than say something even more embarrassing.

Eventually, he relaxes slightly. It's a minuscule change is demeanor, but you don't miss it. " ... That so? "

When the demon doesn't reply, you realize it's a cue. What are you supposed to say here? You did agree to it. Besides, if not him, then they'll just toss you at someone else. There's no easy win, might as well do what's kept you alive thus far- Being polite.

" Y- Yes. " You look him in those cyan eyes, oddly shrunk pupils swimming in a sea of black. He seems like the type of guy that values eye contact.

Slow, evaluating seconds pass.

" Aight... Tha piggy can stay with me. " He says it with a chuckle, looking a lot brighter than he did not even a minute ago.

Santi nods, then quickly turns to you, rubbing a clawed hand on your cheek. His face betrays sadness, a little bit of resignation, disappointment. " Sweetness, it looks as if this is where we part. " He leans down, nibbling softly at your bottom lip, before brushing through your hair and taking several steps away. As if forcing himself. " For now, of course. " You can't really tell if that's good or bad.

" Ya done? " A decidedly not amused voice rings. For such a large man, Morell moved quietly, having closed some of the distance between you. " Git tha fuck out already. "

Santi only chuckles, making his way out to the main restaurant area. " Have a great time, love. " One last cheeky wink is all you get, before the demon is out of your sight.

For the first time in a while today, you feel truly alone. Santi had given you a sense of security up until now, even if said sense was erroneous. Here however, you're entirely on your own, feeling hunted, feeling cornered. There's no telling what this monster might want from you.

Keep calm. Breathe. Smile a little.

You'll make it through this.

Morell stares at you intently.

You seem to be faring well for someone who got thrown to the wolves, all things considered. No longer encased in lace, sporting clothes he swears he's seen before, not trembling in fear with your tail tucked between your legs like earlier. Tsk, Santi's been treating you too well, you ought to have some fear if you're staying here for a while. Fear keeps you alive, keeps you sharp.

Point being, you're clearly the clever type, you wouldn't have made it this far in such an intact condition if you pushed the wrong buttons with the demon. Sure, the shroom's certain you had to pay some sort of price to acquire these accommodations, but you probably knew that prior. He can tell you're not like most of the pigs he gets here, the kind that squeal and kick as soon as he nears them. No, it's in your eyes, you're so much smarter than that.

Doesn't matter, you're about to sing to a different tune with Morell now.

The monster moves once Santi leaves the premises, to the sink only a small distance away from the counter you're perched on. Though his back is mostly turned to you, Morell is confident you wouldn't try to bolt out. You know that you can't, know that without the staff's protection you're just mince meat for the crowd. His hands are rinsed and the towel atop his shoulder is wrung dry of the last pig's blood. He's glad to be rid of that one, they were troublemakers since the time they got dragged in to the very last breath- But you gotta appreciate the consistency, at least. If it was a calmer day, he'd play around with them some more before bringing down the hatchet, so to speak.

Ridiculous, here he is saying he's so busy, about to damn it all just so he can fuck with you. But how can he not? Look at you, just politely sitting on his counter with that fat fucking ass. Looking around, occasionally smiling briefly at his bobbles' antics. It's like you fit here already.

" Well pumpkin- " He starts, giddy that your spine straightens immediately. " 'S a pleasure ta have ya 'ere in mah lil' kitchen. "

The mushroom turns then, wiping his hands, cracking his knuckles. " Ya like tha food? "

You study his face for a moment, confused by the hint of mirth there, but eventually deem it correct to nod. Morell doesn't really care, he knows his food is good. Though he's a little upset you didn't get to try the best parts. When Grimbly dashed into the kitchen, the waiter told him everything. You, tangled between Vesper and Santi- To think that you've gotten an Icon of Hell's attention this soon! What kind of honey is up your ass?! Santi specifically requested something without human, and now he knows why.

Out of genuine fondness. Because really, you don't know what human tastes like. His dishes can oftentimes make that meat blend into other types, visually. If he arranges it well enough, you'd deem it a regular old steak, eat it, and call it delicious. All the incubus had to do is stay quiet. But he went the extra length to make sure you didn't obliviously consume your own kind, the sap.

" Good... Tha's good. " He says, after a pause. " Stop by whenever yer hungry. Ah'll get'cha somethin'. " Something worth eating.

" O- Okay. " Yeah, you're starting to click some things together by now, aren't you?

" Y'know, I'm real hurt, piglet. "

You blink, likely wondering if "piglet" was meant to address you -It was- Unsure where he's taking this. The chef paces several steps your way, ending up looming by your side, enjoying the way you immediately cast your gaze to your lap. He twirls locks of your hair idly.

" Mah memory's blankin', who got ya outta that mimic's jaws again? "

Looking up, searching his face for clues you won't find, you answer hesitantly but truthfully. " It was you? "

Morell snickers. " Yeah, sounds right. After all, who knows what could'a been o' you by now if ah hadn't? "

A sour expression crosses over your smooth features. Yes, think about it. Linger.

" An' still, ya pick the fuckin' demon. " The chef shakes his head, ruffling your hair. You shiver beneath him, likely realizing, just as most others do, that there's a great deal of strength behind his spongy-looking hide. " Ya can't make this shit up. "

" ... But- " What could've been an attempt to defend your incorrect choice is swiftly ignored.

" But what, sweetie? I was tha only one who could'a freed ya there! " The shroom points to himself, as if it was obvious.

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, you don't need to know that. Morell stands and watches a myriad of expression race on your complexion. Fear, confusion, dread. " I'm... I'm sorry? "

Hah, oh that's so cute!

His guffawing nearly shakes the kitchen walls, rocking his chest. You're adorable, he'll give you that much. Is this your attempt at placating him?

" 'S not a big deal anymore. " He waves, eventually stopping his fit of laughter. " C'mere. "

You hesitate a healthy amount, he can understand it. Though eventually, when Morell makes it clear he's not going to drop it, and that his patience isn't limitless, you plop down from the counter, taking careful steps his way.

" Closer. " He beckons when you refuse to stand in front of him. " Ya spooked? " Of course you are, he's been around your kind for so long, you're all like mindless gazelles, deers in headlights, pigs squealing to the skies and running around in circles.

It's when the chef places a heavy palm on the counter, and it rattles, that you zing to action and get just as suffocatingly close to the monster as he was hoping. " There we are, was it hard? " It was rhetorical, but he's delighted that you shake your head anyway. " Thought so. "

Morell takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you.

All humans are petite, and although there's something dainty about your demeanor right now, he can see your muscles tense like coiled springs, ready to snap, ready to run. Fight or flight is a beautiful look on you. You have a good amount of meat on your bones, he can tell with a couple of hearty gropes to those bare thighs. Hmm yes, fine cuts, good stuff. His fingers knead at you like dough, and Morell feels a sick little twitch in his pants when you start trembling.

" S- What are- "

" Sshh, quiet naw. " He warns, letting full hands roam around. The chef thrills himself with your obedience, going from calves to back of the thighs, gripping your ass firmly and snickering at your choked noise.

You're a lovely little thing, the kind he feels sorry for when he butchers, because they could last so much longer. Demand here is crazy, which is good for his pockets, but also saddening at times. Morell doesn't get to fool around with the pigs as much as he'd like to anymore. Especially not tonight! When his hands move to your front, palping at your belly, he shakes his head, clicking his tongue.

Practically empty. As he suspected. You haven't eaten anything properly yet, certainly not with those sluts, they probably think feeding you jizz will work out just fine, typical. They don't know how to care for a piglet at all! And to think you willingly chose him, how dim are you? You wince when he grabs at you more firmly, and it's enough for Morell to give it a rest.

" You don' look so full, piggy. " The chef tuts, patting your abdomen. " Knowin' them types, you prolly didn' get ta eat much since ye got here. "

He watches you squirm briefly, either tickled by the softer touch or wanting to stop it. " I'm... It's okay, I'm not that hungry. "

Liar. You're small and weak, you should be eating anything you can in this environment. So dumb, so naïve, it's a wonder luck has been on your side thus far. " Ya sure? " He squints.

" Y-Yep, thank you. "

Cute.

" Welp, in that case- " Morell lets some of his anticipation show, shrugging and moving to be mere inches away from your form. " We can skip right to tha good stuff. "

The whites of your eyes widen and you give him this puzzled, anxious look. Oh come now, don't play dumb. " Ya wanted ta thank me, right? " The shroom grabs your tiny hand in his and puts it to his chest, a lidded, much more playful and relaxed expression on his face. " Don' lemme stop ya, sweetie. "

Oh, the gradually rising panic in your face is just precious. He's a lot, not to toot his own horn, but Morell gets your nervousness. He's been called "an absolute unit" a couple of times and it strokes his ego. Speaking of, you need to be stroking something else right now. He's been pent up these last couple of days, preparing for this event hasn't been kind to Mori's libido.

The chef is starting to think he's going to have to do things the hard way until you finally move. While your palm shakily slides down his chest, feeling slightly excited breathing, he busies himself with untying the long sash around his waist. Much to his disappointment, you don't grope, not that he expected you to anyway. Chuckling, Morell corners you further against the counter, spotted arms on each side corralling your body. His cock jumps in his pants when you give him a doe-eyed look full of uncertainty. You're purposely lingering on his abdomen, avoiding what lies beneath. The chef responds to this by flexing slightly, allowing you to feel his well-built constitution. Yeah sure, he's showing off, let him have this.

You don't look him in the eyes when you eventually relent, fingers sliding down. He's impatient however, roughly grabbing your hand. He reaches for one of the torn sleeves of his white smock and parts it, shrugs off the other one, letting the outfit fall to the floor, kicked aside by heavy-looking boots. You're apparently fascinated, studying his upper body openly, visibly flustered. Morell smiles when you focus on a particularly dark mark on his arm, stare all you want. He rips you back into focus by firmly smoothing your hand over the raging hard-on tenting his black pants, unable to conceal his laughter when you audibly gasp. Aw, don't flatter him like that.

When Morell drops his grip, your fingers remain static, and he rolls his eyes. " C'mon, ya scared? " He parrots.

Scared is an understatement.

This guy puts you off. Plus, he's packing heat.

At the risk of sounding filthy, you'll admit he's not the biggest you've seen, that title now falls squarely onto Vesper. The Icon's size didn't strike you as something note-worthy- He's already gigantic in comparison to you, of course his junk would be appropriately huge as well. Not to mention your mind was a little clogged at the time. Morell is a whole other story, you might very well have to take him, and he's bigger than Santi for sure. It's cause for some alarm, but then again, this whole situation is.

He seems to have taken your shock as a compliment, though it's very clear the monster's patience is waning the longer you stall.

Shakily inhaling, you give the chef what he wants, stroking generously through the fabric and occasionally squeezing at him. It... It doesn't feel like he has anything on beneath these pants. Your efforts get the monster to sigh in pleasure, looming over you and adjusting, giving you more to work with. There's nothing left to the imagination, the shape imprinted on his clothes lets you know exactly what you're dealing with. And frankly, a part of you is oddly flattered by how much he appears to be getting into it, pressing back against your hand, throbbing, humming lowly.

He seems frustrated, stressed maybe. You don't know how much of a good idea it was to let those two basically nudge you into this.

" Mmf, they teach ya some or are you jus' excited fer me already? " Morell drawls.

Declining to answer, you merely keep going. Part of you was worried he'd call you out, as you're very clearly trying to rile him up so he'll settle for a sloppy clothed grind- As if.

The ring of a zipper coming down is predictable to you, a flushed blue cock already stained by its own precum bouncing free. Fuck, he's really not packing lightly. The look on the chef's face says you better resume, so you opt not to test his patience too much. He's heavy. To be fair, you don't doubt he's dense in general, but the warmth of his member on your hands has you gulping for what might come next. Nevertheless, you try not to look at your own motions while you work him, gaze scanning the kitchen instead.

It's incredible. All this time, the group of bobbles hastily working hasn't casted a single glance at you two. It's as if... This is normal to them. Like they know better than to gawk. You can only wonder what types of obscenities go down here.

You're still staring by the time Morell groans, reaching for your top. The surprise of slightly cold fingers edging up the hem of said cloth has your motions faltering, resigning yourself to letting the cook remove that oversized shirt. What's the alternative? Make him angry? You agreed to this, might as well try to get into it.

Nipples pebble in the cold air near immediately, and the chef laughs quietly to himself at the sight of your breasts, a discolored tongue wetting his teeth. " Everythin' about ya is jus' tha cutest, ain't it? " He grins. " Lookit 'em... "

Big palms frame your tits, and it's only now that the expression "baker hands" takes on a whole new meaning. Morell kneads at your chest in a confident and strong manner that has your breath catching. You're ashamed to admit no one's given your tits this type of attention before, feeling goosebumps rise in the wake of your unexpected pleasure. A high-pitched noise escapes when he plucks at one bud, and you realize your hand has been merely wrapped around him all this time when the monster thrusts impatiently.

" Oh? Did'ja like that? "

" N- No. " Yeah, super believable.

" Lyin' piglet. " The soft scolding is quickly followed by him bending to kiss and lick shamelessly around your tits. You can't help gulping when teeth glide and catch slightly on skin. Fuck's sake, if he actually- He nibbles slightly, spare hand forcing the one around his dripping shaft to work faster. When you look down, seeing a teal shade on his dark cheeks and most of your breast in his blunt-toothed maw, you almost panic.

" D- Don't-! " Did he just fucking throb in your hand? " Please- Don't bite! "

That bright flush intensifies, hot puffs of air wetting your skin as he all but steams, teeth flirting with your pain tolerance, forcing a frightened keen out of you, before he peels back, panting.

" Fuck yeah, yer a good catch. " Morell groans, zipping his pants back up in a vaguely uncomfortably manner. " Don' move a muscle, ya hear me piggy? "

When you don't answer immediately, he gives you an "are you testing me?" glance that installs the fear of meeting the maker into your bones.

" Y- Yes, Morell. "

Why did you say his name? You didn't need to that, you just added a personal touch into this. God damn it. Perhaps it's for the best, because the chef seems appreciative, smiling before hastily cramming himself through the bloodied doors he came from.

You have no idea what he's doing, what he'll return with. And frankly, part of you doesn't really want to know. When Morell's footsteps become distant, instincts beckon you to look towards the opposite direction, to the second pair of tall doors, the one you entered from. It's only a matter of putting on your shirt... Where is it? Who took it?! You look around frantically, but the thing has apparently vanished. Fuck's sake...

Regardless, you can just step outside the kitchen, maybe take your chances... It would be risky, but if you get in that fucking elevator! You know that's the ticket to leave this dump. You just have to figure out which floor leads to the ground level, it's that simple.

You don't even realize you're walking towards the exit.

One of the bobbles, a blue one with a shorter hat, stops next to you, some others giving you side-glances. Although she doesn't utter a word, you can see the silent warning in her face. A cautious shake of the head is all you're given, and then the doors part. Not the ones in front of you though.

" ... Where d'ya think yer going? "

It's as if your lungs collapse for a moment, air refusing to fill them. " No- Nowhere, nowhere, I- "

" And 'ere I thought ya'd behave. Tsk. "

When you zip around, you get to see the large mushroom power towards you, a sturdy-looking rope on his hands. Of course, the thing is adorned with aged red marks. There's a sadistic sort of glee on his dark face, making you take several steps back. His chest puffs, the monster bellowing out.

" Hah! Try it, piggy. " Morell taunts. " Ya take a single fuckin' step outta those doors an' ah'll hunt ya fer sport, pertty baby. "

You don't doubt him.

All you can do is gulp and hope for the best, feet rooted to the tiled ground in spite of the screaming voice that begs you to haul ass. The monster's still snickering to himself when he reaches you. You're no longer spared a hint of gentleness, as the chef grabs your arm tight and drags you to the center of the kitchen, towards one of the horrid, blood-stained chopping blocks.

You're flipped around and slammed face-first onto the wood, assaulted by the sensation of residual, cold viscera on your face. The metallic scent mingles with a woody aftertaste and you start to panic under his hand, very aware a huge cleaver lies only centimeters away from your person. Is this it? Is this the end? Is he going to cut your fucking head off?

" I'm- I'm sorry, please God- "

Your flailing, although definitely amusing to the cook, is halted when he squeezes exceptionally hard on your arm. Your limb grows numb from the sheer force, he's cutting off blood flow. A little more and he'll break your humerus, you can feel it. Getting the message, you go entirely limp, near hyperventilating.

" Easy piggy, easy- " There's a condescending pat to your head. " I'mma jus' tie ya up, 'kay? Don' make me hurt ya. " You can feel the weight of him poised on your back for a moment. " 'Cause ah'll fuckin' love it if I hav'ta. "

You whimper.

" Gonna be good for me? " He tests, already nudging your arms onto your back. You can feel the rope being weaved between them in certain patterns, movements rushed but expertly practiced. You nod rapidly, full of fear, and he hums while tying knots behind your back. One. Two. Three?! Oh, you're not making it out of this one on your own. For sure.

When the chef lets go of your bound limbs, not too tight but not too lax, you give them a test, making the shroom chuckle. " Mm, fine work if ah do say so myself. Good ta know I still got it. "

When fat fingers tug at the hem of your shorts, you can only try to focus on your breathing, shivering when the fabric is dragged down to barely hang by your knees. You still ooze remnants of your slick from prior activities, and Morell doesn't seem to miss that either, because he uses it as lube to jam a digit into you. The insertion is sudden enough to have you jump, leg jerking.

" Ey naw, don' buck at me. " The monster snorts, curling his finger and testing the waters.

You don't know why, or how, but your body warms regardless of the circumstances, walls tightening around that sole digit as if to encourage the chef. And all you can say to yourself is that it's a result of Vesper and Santi's influence. Residual effects, probably. It must be! You wouldn't be into this otherwise, right? You wouldn't find it hot that you're helpless, being molested by a gross butcher on his own filthy chopping block. No... God please no, you don't think you can face yourself after this.

The mushroom monster, oblivious or uncaring of your inner turmoil, simply forces a second finger in, without much resistance. Fuck him and his deliciously thick hands, the familiar stretching sensation sends sparks flying behind your eyelids and you close them. You're not the only one enjoying themselves it seems.

" Damn piglet, lookit that, ya needy girl. " The chef starts eagerly fingerfucking you, giggling and moaning quietly to himself when you reflexively tighten. " The Hell were you tryin' ta run if ya needed me this bad, hm? Too much pride in that lil' noggin'... " He teases, panting.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard you may want to will it into reality, closing your eyes won't simply make this unrequited pleasure fade away. It won't make you any less wet and inviting for the chef, it won't quiet down the shlick of his lurid fingerfucking that somehow manages to ring louder than the humdrum of the constant cooking around you. All that effort is rendered moot when you let out a fevered moan and flex hard around the cook's hand, wanting more.

" Hhn- Fuck yeah. "

Far too jarringly, your cunt is emptied, there's some frantic rustling behind you, a ziiiiip, you know exactly what it is that slaps onto your ass. He doesn't seem very calm.

" M- Morell. " You hope using his name will sweeten your request. " Please be gentle, please. "

" Aww. " He chuckles, stray hand reaching to tickle under your chin, the tip of his member lines up perfectly against you. There's a gentle push, and you do your best to relax, glad he's at least doing that much for you.

Tickling becomes a solid hold of your neck.

" You'd like that, wouldn' ya? "

Morell slams home with a brute strength that not only knocks the wind out of your lungs, it feels like he's shoved your guts up to your throat. It's such an intense feeling that you believe you're sick for a moment, vision blurring as you sob out a mangled cry. For a couple of seconds, you just gasp, pussy spasming and legs shaking erratically, staring straight ahead at the grayish wall.

The chef grunts and sighs loudly, canting his hips to make sure he's fully sheathed inside you, his balls tighten and he shudders in total bliss. " Fuuck, ya wanna milk me dry, don'tcha piggy? "

You really don't care for his taunts, but it's hard not to squeal when a palm strikes across your left asscheek with the fury of a thousand suns. He amuses himself with this, it appears, stroking over the sore spot while he rocks back and forth inside your pulsing walls. He seems to struggle with your tightness, and you struggle with his girth as well, the two of you locked until he thinks to torture your poor clit. " Real fuckin' tight fer someone who's been foolin' 'round with demons. "

He won't let you squirm your way out of his hard rolls, continuing the torture until you're sufficiently relaxed for Morell to establish a slow back and forth, every thrust making you dig your nails into the flesh of your own arms. " Ya oughta stay 'ere fer a while longer. This cute an' this hot? Ah can't jus' let ya out. "

You're just trying to adapt to the cook's size, but he's far too eager, not giving you enough time to adjust before he's speeding up, jostling you. A tongue tries to wet dehydrated lips, tasting nothing but smeared blood while the scent of exotic spices clogs your nostrils and his lewd panting rattles your ears.

You're sure you must have paled like the cauliflower he has laying around when the monster stops to yank that gruesome cleaver out of its groove in the wood you currently lay on. You're not sure whether to cry, scream or simply accept things as they are. Morell grabs a firm handful of your hair, pulls your head back, and allows the blunt end of the blade to flirt with your throat.

" Naw then, do me a favor- " The blade flips, pressing dangerously against frail skin as Morell starts drilling into your small figure. " An' oink fer me, piglet! "

Oh you do.

Even if you wanted to be quiet, you couldn't.

It's everything at once. The absolutely merciless pounding into your pussy, reaching deeper than it should -Why doesn't it hurt?- Dragging hellish waves of bliss through your poor overworked brain, the terror of that cleaver possibly sinking into your body, slitting your throat open so you bleed out while he happily fucks you till your dying breath, becoming nothing more than yet another ambiguous red stain in this morbid kitchen. Nothing could ever prepare you for this, so you moan, whimper and squeal like the animal he wants you to be, doing your best to hang onto anything, tears and drool cascading down your face.

You can't tell left from right anymore, shivering at every bestial noise Morell makes above, feeling his balls slap against you with every hard piston, it's really no wonder your confused body couldn't keep up, and you truly screech in the wake of your jarring orgasm, seeing dots swimming in your vision.

" Atta girl! Nice an' sloppy... "

In spite of his confident tone, Morell's rhythm falters at your clenching. And, much to your relief, he lets the cleaver fall to your side, focusing instead on using both hands to frame your head while he bends to be flush against your back. It's a humiliating position, but you've long since stopped giving a shit about dignity here. In fact, you just want to make it out of this hellish kitchen mostly in one piece.

There's not much room for thinking when he grunts like a bull into your eardrums, gasps turning into silent gasps the second he starts slamming home deep and hard. One, two, three, four and-

His deep growl shakes you from head to toe, legs kicking instinctively as his cock flexes and he fills you like an obscene bucket. It's an uncomfortable sensation that applies too much pressure everywhere, and even if you can't be sure, you think you came again from it, very briefly. The sound of cum splattering to the floor rings in your mind while you simply wait for Morell to milk the last of his orgasm so you can come down.

" Hm, didn' have this much fun in a while, piggy. " He finally mutters, massaging your hips calmly as he rises. " Gotta say, I'm real glad ya chose ta gimme your 'regards'. "

You just groan senselessly. Your legs feel like melting jelly.

You're not sure what he's about to do next, and neither of you get to know anyway, because a group of short pitch black bodies scram in through the front doors.

" Sir! Sir please, you have to help! "

" It's serious! "

" The giant snake woman swallowed Alfredo!! "

... What?

Staring vapidly at the creatures, nothing happens for a couple of static seconds. Then the cook sighs, exasperated, before sliding out of you slowly. He shushes you when you wince, patting your sore thighs before fully laying you onto the large chopping block. You can't muster the energy to care, merely laying there and hissing at the increasing discomfort from having your arms tied this long.

" Ah'll be right back, pumpkin', promise. "

The last thing you hear is stressed murmuring, a zipper sliding up and boots stomping away, another woosh signaling the doors have closed and you're now mostly alone.

Yes, finally, some peace... A smile of relief almost makes its way to your lips before your consciousness fades entirely.

...

" So this is where she's been all this time... "

" Geez, can you believe it? I bet they just threw her in here to fend for herself. "

" In all honesty, I am appalled she has lived this long. "

" She's special, can't you tell Nebul? "

" You're much too prone to theatrics. "

Distant voices lull you back to reality, tired eyes blinking open, adjusting to the lights in the kitchen once more, before appraising the two studying your curled up form. One being the waiter, and the other that guy wearing a cloak, with the strange-looking head.

" Oh here she is, hi! " The smaller one waves, smiling bright.

" You cannot stay here for long. " The other warns. " If you intend to live, that is. This floor has fallen to total calamity. "

Yeah, you bet.

" I'll take care of this, you can go back up! " Grimbly hastily cuts in.

" You misunderstand, I'm not leaving without the human. " Although monotone, even you can sense the warning implied. Not that his coworker seems to care.

" Yeah right, like that's happening. Who knows what you'll do to this poor girl, you freak. "

" It would certainly be better than becoming an impulsive vampyre's bloodbag. "

The waiter's eye twitches. " ... How fucking dare you. "

Alright, back to square one it is. You need to leave before Morell comes back, and these two don't seem like they'll reach an agreement anytime soon.

You'll have to pick again.

Sighing, exasperated,

#Morell oc #Santi oc #Nebul oc #Grimbly oc #monsterfucker #terato #terat0philliac #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #monster x reader #monster smut #monster boyfriend #minors dni #not sfw

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shinobusupremecy · 1 year

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“Will you still love me if I was a worm?”

A/N: I have finally crawled out of my own cave and escaped the demon writers block so here, hope you enjoy!

I tried to honour all of the anons ideas so sorry if the story became too messy or hard to follow.

Art credit: @heyiwrotesomethings <333

🦋- You were a demon but more interesting, a shapeshifting one. You could shapeshift into animals and sometimes people, shapeshifting to people takes more energy on you though. The bigger the thing you’re shapeshifting into the more exhausting it becomes for you so that is why you usually turns to small things like cats or dogs if you’re ever on a mission.

🦋- Even though you’re a demon you proved to Shinobu that you could be trusted and somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she fell in love.

🦋- One way to describe your guys’s trope was that Shinobu fell first and then you fell harder. The reason you never fell first was because you could never imagine Shinobu, the girl who hates demons to then fall in love with one.

🦋- Thanks to your shapeshifting abilities you and Shinobu are great on missions, you being the spy and then letting Shinobu know if you have found something. Sometimes you turn into a bird and do your thing and sometimes a cat or dog if you need to sniff the demon out. Usually when that happens Shinobu takes a long distance away from you, she knows you are you even if you are a dog but still, her hate for furry animals still linger.

🦋- Obviously your job is not only being the spy, you can fight too, shapeshifting form or just with a sword.

🦋- Shinbou loved your ability but you were quite mischievous sometimes. One time you turned into her fish fugu and she couldn’t tell the difference until she saw two goldfishes looking identical, not seeing you that morning she put two and two together.

🦋- “Y/N, get out of the tank or do I need to grab you” You jumped up and flopped onto the table and then the floor, turning into your normal self.

🦋- Shinobu did not look amused while you just laughed at her face.

🦋- Another time you turned into a dog and hid behind a corner. Shinobu was really tired that day and it was near midnight, as she turned you barked and that made her scream really loudly, almost waking every patient. You had to sleep outside for a month after that.

🦋- Now, you were into your more goofy mood so you decided to surprise Shinobu. You suddenly went up to her.

🦋- “Will you still love me if I was a worm?” As soon as you asked you turned into a worm. Since you could shapeshift you could do anything, even popping out eyes and ears out of your worm body. Gross yes, but how else could you hear her answer?

🦋- “Yes, yes I would” She smiled. Even if she couldn’t see it you smiled back.

🦋- She then did something you thought she’d never do, she leaned closer and kissed your clitellum

🦋- After that she smiled again, yet that smile made you feel uneasy.

🦋- “Why do you look so worried? I won’t do anything...too bad” She added and began to walk away leading you to her room.

🦋- Before you knew it Shinobu tied you to a hook and lowered you into the fish tank.

🦋- “Since you thought it was so funny pretending to be Fugu just to get more food maybe spending time with her would be even better”

🦋- You began to squeal and squirm, even if this was a prank you were still scared.

🦋- Now there was no way out, you knew Shinobu would have your head if you shapeshifted and broke her tank.

🦋- “Hmm what’s this? Are you trying to dance?”

🦋- You began to dance and move your little worm body, usually you do this when Shinobu is stressed. One time you played sweet dreams and turned into a worm and started dancing. Shinobu as about to cry but seeing you made her laugh so much it brought her to happy tears. But now the tables have turned.

🦋- “Awee, what a cute little dance!” She then let you up and you finally breathed. You shapeshifted eyebrows to frown at Shinobu and she only laughed at your face.

🦋- “Ok ok I’m sorry, follow me to the kitchen at least, I wanna cook something for you” You laid down on Shinobu's hand again and let her set you down on the table.

🦋- You knew this as your time to escape, almost like Shinobu read your thought she spoke up “Don’t change back, you’re gonna scare the demons slayers that might walk by”

🦋- Laying your head down Shinobu came back. You looked up and saw white sprinkles about to fall down on you. You had enough of being Shinobu’s plaything so you turned into a dog.

🦋- You smiled seeing her nearly stumble back, taking a few steps away from you. “Y/N, I’m warning you, move and I’ll- GAHH!” You pounced on her, she quickly pushed you off of her and began to run away.

🦋- “Ughh! Now I have dog fur on me!” You ignored her angry yell and continued to chase her. You knew you were gonna be in hella trouble after this so savor this moment while you can!

#🦋eli writes #kny #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer shinobu #shinobu #shinobu kochou #shinobu kochō #shinobu x reader #shinobu x you #shinobu x y/n

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zeestarfishalien · 1 year

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Part 8: I Never Wanted to Sleep

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Danny doesn’t think someone should be able to forget how to open their own eyes, but he’s been a special case ever since his original half death.

Even with the excitement that freedom brings, he can’t enjoy it. He’s not strong enough to form and

He doesn’t remember how to open his eyes

It’s instinct to block the probing reaches of foreign magic. Magic has so often led to trouble in his half life.

If the word “wish” weren’t such a taboo, Danny would make one. Whether it be to be able to hear what is going on around him or open his eyes is a toss up. Both would be great, but wishing for both would definitely get twisted around on him.

Back on task Danny.

It’s all well and good that The Man, the one like him, is here but that doesn’t mean it’s safe. Them opening his cage doesn’t mean he’ll be set free. Danny doesn’t like the way the magic users’ spells feel. He can hide in his core, use its powers to create a barrier to protect him from their prying poking magic.

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Moving scared him. He didn’t know where he was and The Man was gone. He’s back now and everything is finally quiet, but Danny did expend a little too much energy in his panic. It’ll take longer before he can maintain a form once more.

A part of him hates that he doesn’t know how much time is passing. What if it’s months or years and The Man gives up on him? It shouldn’t be, but Danny doesn’t know how long it has been since he was buried in the cemetery. He is careful to not think about before, it is better to leave those old memories as hazy impressions, the good and the bad.

It’s harder now. He’s not able to form and his comatose body is no longer entombed in the cemetery. It’s almost enough to convince him to allow himself to dwell in memories.

Almost…

Danny is scared though. He’s scared of the pain and the fear and the oh so sharp burn of betrayal. Worst of all, he’s afraid to hope.

Ridiculous...afraid of rejection and afraid to hope for acceptance. Danny really can't win, can he...

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Observing himself from outside his own body is a strange experience and oddly enough it's one that feels vaguely familiar. It’s especially strange when he realizes he’s more used to the four legs of his current form than he is to the two legs he has supposedly lived his whole life with.

His ghost form is still almost exactly the same as when he died. He certainly looks less human, but still that fresh-faced nearly 15 year-old boy. "Changes to this form will be slow," a voice from locked away memories echoes. It's a voice with a bitter chill but it's comforting in a way that speaks of trust. Danny trusts that being. He can trust their words.

It's a little odd how his body has remained perfectly preserved. No sign of hair growth or decay. He was certain he'd been trapped for a long long time. He's not sure anymore.

He’s not sure of anything anymore.

That is, until he sees The Man. Danny remembers the small teen who crawled in a panicked haze from his grave, more animal than human. He is big now. Tall and broad and so solidly alive in a way that Danny longs to feel again.

It’s not fair.

Danny squashes the little voice in the back of his mind saying that. He just needs to remember.

He wants to remember.

The Man, fumbling over himself is such a human reaction. Was Danny like that before?Can he be like that again?

Human…

Human.

He’s not human. He can’t be human anymore even if he only vaguely remembers why, but maybe… just maybe, he can be something close to human again someday.

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If anyone else has any church grim danny au ideas or wants to write stuff, ABSOLUTELY go for it! I love seeing everyone’s thoughts and emotions about it and I would adore seeing other people’s takes on this idea. Wow, what a time to be alive. Just a reminder, this fic is also on AO3. The link is on the original post which is linked as “First” here. Danny’s chapters keep ending up rather short but ya know, that’s just how it be sometimes. The human mind is incredible the way it can dull or fully block out memories in order to help cope with trauma (apparently it's not normal to remember almost nothing of your childhood but that's old news for me *shrugs*). Danny boi is trying his best poor laddie.

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autocrats-in-love · 1 year

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villain and hero are pretty close now, but villain needs information out of hero and hero refuses to give it so villain jokingly threatens to hurt them (you can choose how) not knowing hero has a bad past. Basically Hero freaks out and villain has to comfort them

🫶🏻🫶🏻

The Ghosts That Haunt Us

Be warned: mentions of implied past abuse

"Absolutely not." The hero huffed, refusing to look at the villain.

"Why?" The villain asked, tilting their head to the side.

They sighed, staring intently at the moon out the window, pulling on a thread of their bathrobe. They were both in the hero's living room. At the hero's apartment. Which the villain had broken into in the middle of the night.

"Because why would I want another criminal on the streets? Rescue your little friend yourself."

"She's not my friend." The villain said. "My superiors just want me to get her out of Hero Agency clutches."

"Well, good luck with that." The hero said wearily. "Can you leave now?"

"Come on. Don't make me interrogate you."

The hero scoffed. "And what were you doing before? Popping in for a chat?"

The villain chuckled. "Pretty much."

"Well, we've chatted. kindly go away and leave me to a fitful sleep."

"I still haven't gotten the information I need."

The hero groaned and rested their head against the cold window. "Please. Get out."

There was some shuffling. The villain was getting closer. The hero was too tired to do anything more than turn around and face their arch nemesis. By the time they did, the hero was right in front of them. The hero gasped. The villain rested their palms on the window sill on either side of the hero. The hero felt their sleepy heart wake up, beating wildly. No, it screamed. The hero felt sweat start to form at the back of their neck. They couldn't move.

"Are you sure you can't tell me?" The villain grinned. "I might have to, you know. . .jog your memory."

The hero's mind was blaring alarm signals. They could only remember a few snippets. Their mind had pushed everything else out. They remembered falling to the floor. They weren't good enough. Then he was close. Too close. How could the hero contribute to society if they couldn't even block a measely punch? Then he proved how weak the hero was, how bad their self defense was, over and over. Always at night, roughly waking the hero from their slumber. Always when the hero was least expecting it. Always getting too close first. The hero felt the tears welling their eyes. They couldn't breathe.

"Get away from me."

They punched the villain in the stomach. The villain gagged and stumbled backwards. They blinked, confused. The hero sunk to their knees. They curled up and started crying. Crying, crying, crying. What use do tears do, they remembered him saying. Either way, the hero was a disappointment. The hero felt a tug at the back of their mind. It was telling them to stop this. To get up, apologize to the villain, and lead them out of their apartment. The hero sobber harder.

After a few minutes, they heard the villain's voice.

"Hey."

"Don't come near me." the hero said shakily.

"I'm not. I just- are you okay? I'm sorry."

Their tone was soft. The hero was having a hard time telling if it was the kind you used on a friend who was hurting or a violent animal who could strike at any moment. It could be both. The hero sniffed, raising their head enough to see the villain. They blinked away the blurriness in their sight. Once they got a clear view of the villain, they relaxed a bit. The villain was in civilian clothes. A shirt and sweatpants. Slip-on sandals. Hair a bit messy. Illuminated by the light of the moon from the window above the hero, they looked harmless. Beautiful, even.

"What happened?" The villain asked.

"I-" the hero looked away.

Their mind turned, trying to figure out how to say it. They wanted so badly to say the word, but their lips were reluctant to let it pass. That just gave him more power. The hero ground their teeth. They couldn't make everything about him

"I have a complicated past." The hero got out.

"Don't we all?" The villain laughed a bit.

The hero gave them a stare that let the villain know this was not the time.

"Sorry. That came out wrong. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

The hero did. But they weren't ready. They focused on the present.

"Someone didn't treat me right, and you just brought back those memories. Fight/flight/freeze response, you know?"

"Oh, wow. I'm so sorry."

The hero gave a weak smile. "Yeah. It's fine."

"Can I come closer?"

The hero nodded. Their heart started beating faster. They liked it. The villain shuffled closer, sitting next to the hero. The hero might have just been exhausted, but they were suddenly a bit dizzy. The villain's shoulder touched theirs. The hero didn't hesitate. They rested their head on it.

"I'm sorry." the villain said.

"I know. You've repeated that a few times." the hero responded.

The villain reached out, gently taking the hero's hand. The hero felt a bit more melted.

"I really want you to know I am. I'm sorry I bothered you like this. I thought it would be funny."

"How?"

"Honestly, I don't remember."

The hero felt a smile tug at their lips. They close their eyes. They were so very tired. They felt themselves drift off, their head falling from the villain's shoulder onto their lap, something covering their body. Lastly, they felt a quick kiss on their cheek. It made them burn bright, brighter than the moon, as the night turned to morning. And, as sunlight hit their closed eyes, all the hero could think was that they wanted another.

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thejokig23 · 5 months

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Dragon's Dogma has like, 45% of a good combat system, and most of that is on the player's end. Enemies in Dragon's Dogma, especially the larger ones, leave a lot to be desired, which is a real shame.

Starting with the good parts from the player's half:

- Most weapons just feel good to use, with strong animations. Good attack animations do a lot for a game, although good animations in general can help make me want to play a game more

- The permanent core skills add a solid feeling of progression

- You can make a custom moveset for your weapon to better suit how you play, although I do find that some abilities are just too good to bother using others, and in some cases are just better versions of other skills

- Weapon movesets are very much quality > quantity in general. There aren't many weapon types, but each one has its own personality

- Being able to climb and grab monsters is cool (for 5 monutes but that's for later)

- There's a timed blocking mechanic that I think works better than any other timed block in any game

- Different damage types have noticeable effects. Fire doesn't just hit harder against certain enemies, it also ignites them to deal more damage and often nullifies a particular key aspect of the enemy

- The victory music that plays when you get the upper hand on a boss enemy feels great, I just wish there was more variety in what music could play

Now for my issues with the player in combat:

- Items are used while the game is paused and work instantly, and more effectively than magic healing

- Climbing offers very little to do in terms of interesting options, so when you are required to climb a monster, it can become an incredibly dull encounter

- I find the vocation system incredibly limiting, and kinda shoehorns you into a specific playstyle

- I'm deeply sorry to anyone who is more obsessed with this game than me, but Dragon's Dogma would be genuinely better with some form of universal dodge. I don't want to be flipping all over the place like in Dark Souls, but being able to move out of the way of attacks consistently (and the game being designed around this) would make the game just a lot more enjoyable

- Getting hit isn't fun. Staggers last too long, bit it simultaneously feels like there's no impact to getting hit. Reminds me of Oblivion combat. Nothing should remind me of Oblivion combat

Part 2 in reblogs

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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What the f- is an Isekai..?

This day is THE DAY. I'm so excited to share this overly long stupid fun crossover fic with you guys! It was so much fun to write and I really really hope someone else can get as much pleasure out of reading it.

for @kirpyee & @enevera, who always mix nart and jjk on my timeline (which I love) (also vera read this story before anyone else and was very supportive when I had my doubts.)

Naruto (Shippuuden) x Jujutsu Kaisen Crossover

Hatake Kakashi / Uchiha Obito & Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru

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for @teamminatoweek Day 3: Crossovers.

Nobody can really explain how it happened, but somehow Hatake Kakashi and Gojo Satoru, both in the middle of important battles, switch bodies.

The last thing he remembered was Obito gripping him tight and pulling him into the kamui dimension where he had fallen hard on his head. He had expected kamui to look barren and empty, nothing but blocks of grey, but when Kakashi opened his eyes he found himself in a vibrant city. High rise buildings and neon lights. He did not know how he got there or where he was.

He shook his head out to get rid of the headache and then pulled himself onto his legs and realised that he was no longer wearing his usual comfy sweats that he had gone to war with. Instead he was wearing soft black pants that looked like they belonged to a suit. When Kakashi took a closer look he realised his legs were also less muscular as they had been and now long and thin. He turned his head to the side and found a building with big windows in which he could see himself: He was in a completely different body.

Genjutsu, he thought immediately. Obito had done something that had put Kakashi under a powerful genjutsu that made him imagine he was… whoever he was now. The man in the mirror was tall and wore full black, a sort of uniform. His hair was whiter than Kakashi’s usual hair was and even though the windows were a step or two away it was clear that the eyes were crystal blue. Kakashi had never seen anything like it before.

Around him a battle was taking place. Several people swirled and ran from him and jumped over top of him. The things being fought were big and scary looking, but not in animal form like the Bijuu. They were deformed, loud, babbling creatures, crawling all over the high rise buildings of the city in front of him. Kakashi had never seen such a bright city before and only ever laid eyes on high rise buildings in the dead city of Amegakure. He wondered silently how much imagination Obito must have had to make such a place up to trap him in.

Before he had another moment to contemplate his situation, a dark figure attacked him directly, throwing one of the misshapen creatures at him. Kakashi saw it coming instantly even though he had not been looking in that direction and on instinct dodged the thing flying towards him. He felt that his tall, lanky body was a little harder to navigate, but whoever the person was who’s body he was inhabiting was very skilled anyway.

Laughter echoed through the street and Kakashi looked up to see another man standing not far from him. His hair was hanging down in black strands over his shoulders and for some reason he was wearing the outfit of a monk. At least he knew it was the outfit of a monk, Kakashi realised with relief, so not all things in this world were different from his own world.

“What’s that? Have you forgotten your own abilities?” the guy’s voice roared over to Kakashi. “You know you don’t have to dodge things for them not to hit you.”

Kakashi in fact, did not know that he didn’t have to dodge things. He put his back up straight and looked down to the long, slender fingers of the guy whose body he was now. All he knew was that these eyes, the piercing blue’s that he’d seen in the window, were even sharper than the sharingan was and opted him to react quicker to whatever was happening in the corner of his eye.

“I do not know how this ability works in fact,” Kakashi said out loud. “I don’t even know which ability this person is supposed to have.” He wiggled his hands.

The monk raised a brow. He seemed as irritated as Kakashi felt. This was an overall bizarre situation he had suddenly fallen into and he didn't quite understand how to fix it again. He knew he needed to get back to his own dimension, fight and defeat Obito to make sure the next generation could grow up safe and peaceful, but he didn’t know how he had gotten here and so he didn’t know how he could go back.

And his head hurt. His eyes radiated a power and pain that he had never felt from the sharingan eye. It was like his chakra was being drained by the second, only that he did not have chakra. What Kakashi could feel flowing through his veins was a very different power, much stronger and it seemed connected to the eyes. In wonder he touched the man’s chest and hair and in his jacket pocket he found a blindfold. Made sense, Kakashi thought. With eyes draining you like this you needed them to be covered up most times.

“What the fuck are you doing?” The monk bellowed in amusement. “Have you also forgotten how you look, Satoru?”

Satoru, huh? That must be the name of the guy in whose body he was stuck in. There was no way out but go forward, try to get this situation resolved so he could get back to Obito. So he decided to just be honest: “My name is not Satoru.” The voice that came out his mouth sounded not as deep as his usual one, but the tone somehow sounded arrogant. He continued: “My name is Hatake Kakashi, I am a shinobi from Konohagakure.”

The monk’s mouth fell open and he stood there frozen for a moment. “What?!”

– –

This was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him and he was bouncing on his feet just looking up and down his own body. Somehow, just a moment ago, he had still been in Tokyo, but now just a blink later, he was here. It had taken Satoru literally 10.2 seconds to figure which story he’d been isekai’ed into. When they’d been younger Suguru had talked about nothing but “the big three” and Naruto in particular and as such Satoru had a vast knowledge of the world and its characters.

The green vests, the gloves, the freaky hair, everything. How interesting! This was Kakashi! The copy ninja! And he was in his kamui dimension, real, with blocks and everything, just like in the anime! Satoru just about could stop himself from clapping his hands together in excitement. It all was so real. Who would have thought something like that was actually possible?

When he looked up and found the man standing opposite of him, a grim look and black hair wild all around his face, Satoru’s heart took a little leap. “Uchiha Obito!” he exclaimed. “In the flesh!” Which led the other man to open his eyes in surprise and take a step back, like he was suddenly creeped out.

Obito looked exactly like he had in the manga. Satoru fumbled for his pocket, but could not find his desired smartphone in it. These large, puffy, Jounin vests had nothing that could be useful in its thousands of pockets, just scrolls and shuriken. He cut himself immediately on one of the sharp objects because he was not used to being without his cursed technique.

He clapped his hands together and walked from side to side: “I mean that is cool. It is like an isekai in here!” Obito raised a brow and Satoru could read the confusion in his face. Well, the characters in the isekai never knew they were characters in the story, only the character who had been inserted into the story knew. This was Satoru’s responsibility.

“I’m Hatake Kakashi!” he said out loud, to explain himself. “Renowned copy ninja from.. That place with the little leaf on the metal band!” He tapped to his head and took the hitai-ate off just to realise there was no tiny leaf on it this time. Right, there was something about the war that he had forgotten.

To Obito it must have seemed like Kakashi had lost his marbles, because he spoke very quietly when he replied: “Yes… that- .. yes you are Kakashi…”

Incredible! Satoru’s eyes lit up with the realisation that Obito had the same voice as the voice actor in the anime! It was like his assigned voice! Amazing! Outstanding! He thought of what he could ask Obito about, but got distracted by the way his left eye felt. He was very much used to an eye that drained its user, Satoru had two of them all his life, but this eye had something special about it. When he concentrated it spun away over him and it seemed like his opponent’s movements were a little slower. Very practical.

“Wow, this eye drains you huh?” He said out loud and closed his left eyelid. “Very cool, but not surprising that Kakashi keeps it covered most of the time.”

Obito replied with a “Huh?” to that assessment.

When he focused hard enough, Satoru could also feel the flow of chakra in his veins. Clearly Kakashi knew what he was doing and his body was working on autopilot. He wondered if he still remembered any of the symbols that you needed to sign to get a jutsu to happen. After all Suguru, nerd extraordinaire, had shown them all to him.

Now thinking of Suguru, he could feel a sting in his heart when he remembered how he had left the situation. Tokyo and more importantly, his students were in grave danger and needed his help. He had waited long enough to take care of the Suguru problem, because he had let his own feelings get in the way, but it was finally time to get rid of it. And while being in an isekai was fun and exciting, especially in the world of ninja, he had to return to finish his own tasks.

“Hey, hey, hey Uchiha”, he said and snipped his fingers towards Obito, who still seemed utterly baffled by the sudden change in Kakashi's behaviour. “ Can you tell me which part of the story we are in?”

Obito’s eyes flashed like a threat: “What do you mean with that?”

Satoru sighed and put a hand into his hip. There was no way around it, he had to explain who he was. “You know, Obito, in my world “Naruto” is a popular manga. All the young people my age have read it. I personally have not, because I am more of a fan of the classics like Sailor Moon or Digimon or anything that is about romance, but my best friend-”

“Nothing you are saying makes sense,” Obito spat back,“Kakashi, are you under genjutsu?”

Genjutsu? Right, that was a thing that existed in this world. Well, it would be hard to convince Obito of the fact that he was nothing more than a fictional character the goth girls liked very much. But something told Satoru that he would be able to get out of this situation if only he knew at which point in the story he was. Maybe he needed to fix something to be released, if that was the case he needed to fix it quickly to get back to Suguru.

“Did he take your heart seal yet?” Satoru started and waved with a hand. “I mean, Kakashi. Did he take that seal yet?”

Obito blinked. His face had suddenly turned very white: “I- How do you know I wanted him to do that?”

“Because I read it in the manga, stupid,” Satoru laughed. Well technically he had not read the manga, but he had heard enough about it to know it well enough. Plus he had by chance seen the episodes that took place in kamui, mostly because Suguru was always saying that “this was the best part” of the entire show. Then and now Satoru had just assumed it was because Suguru liked both Kakashi and Obito and would have loved for them to make out a little. Not that this would ever happen on television.

Honestly, Suguru had a point in a way. Those two characters were clearly in love with each other, but parted before either of them could say something about it. “Seriously man,” he said and sighed a little again. “Now that I’m here you should totally listen to my advice and just confess your feelings…” He stopped moving his feet up and down and let his eyes fall to the sandals.

“If you don’t do it soon, it might be too late and you don’t want it to be too late, because that’s not very good.” He almost added on “I speak from experience”, but the words wouldn’t quite come out. Instead he watched his own toes in the sandals under him. How impractical must these shoes be while fighting? How had Kakashi not lost a toe yet? Why had nobody pointed out how ugly and unfashionable they were?

Obito growled. The voice came deep out of his throat and the anger in it got Satoru excited. “I don’t know what you mean with ‘confessing’” Obito said calmly, but clearly enraged. Oh, if only he had his own powers, Satoru thought, fighting a real Uchiha would have probably been a treat.

– –

“You are Hatake Kakashi?” The guy laughed. “The Anime character? Very funny, Satoru.”

Kakashi did not know what an anime was and how he was supposed to be a character from it, but clearly this guy knew him from somewhere. This Satoru guy was apparently aware who Kakashi was too. Maybe they had switched bodies? Maybe Satoru was now with Obito in Kamui while Kakashi was here. Was that a mangekyou ability he didn’t know of? It seemed unlikely, but then again Kakashi didn’t know everything about his eye.

Instead of asking one of the many questions in his head he just repeated himself: “Yes, that is my name. Apparently that seems funny to you.”

Now the monk stopped his laughter and instead frowned. “Don’t be ridiculous”, he said. “What kind of animal summons does Kakashi have, huh, tell me.” He was testing Kakashi now, but at the same time he was also moving closer inch by inch.

“I have dog summons”, Kakashi said. “I have the scroll to call them right here...” He touched his right chest and realised that he wasn’t wearing his normal vest. He was in a uniform. His scroll wasn’t there.

The monk didn’t seem convinced. He approached closer and let out a laugh again: “That wasn’t a very hard question. Additionally you could have just quickly google’d it. Satoru, I know you have that expensive phone in your pocket.”

Phones were something Kakashi knew about, though he had never seen one in a pocket, but what the hell was google supposed to be. “One of them can talk”, Kakashi tried to offer as information but the guy waved it away: “Everybody knows that.”

Apparently Kakashi was well known in this part of the world that he had never seen.

He was now very close to Kakashi, taking small steps forward as if he was expecting Kakashi to jump on him the moment he came too close. At the same time he seemed like he was really interested to be closer, so he kept going forward. Finally he was an arms reach away and used his right hand to move it ever so slightly towards Kakashi’s body. Kakashi thought he might hurt him, but instead he just lightly touched Kakashi’s sleeves and then immediately shot back

“You let me touch you,” the monk murmured. Kakashi nodded in confusion. What was so bad about touching someone else on the sleeve? This prompted the guy to look away to talk to himself about something that sounded like “Innate cursed ability” whatever that was supposed to be.

He then looked up directly into Kakashi’s double eyes and grinned wide. “Right,” he started. “You are Hatake Kakashi from the shonen manga “Naruto”, okey. I’m Geto Suguru”

Naruto? Manga? Kakashi had heard the word manga before, it was a kind of comic book young people nowadays read in Konoha, but “shonen” was a new genre to him. “What does Naruto have to do with that?” He asked more to himself than Suguru.

His opposite laughed a little and shook his hair out of his head. It seemed like he had finally started believing what Kakashi was saying. Geto shrugged his shoulders and said: “I guess Isekai do exist, huh.”

Kakashi didn’t know what an Isekai was, but it didn’t sound like it was a very good thing to experience.

“Tell me”, Geto said and Kakashi noticed how much he tried to sound as if that was a very casual question and not one he had been pondering for years, “which one of the dudes you are frequently paired up with are you actually into? The - uh- green one, the teacher one, the ANBU sweetheart or the murderous one?”

It took him a minute to realise what the question was about and most of all whom the question was about. It had been easy to identify Gai and Iruka, but to figure out who his ANBU sweetheart was supposed to be… He’s had much too many when he was younger.

The murderous one though, he turned the idea over in his mind. “I am not into Obito”, he said and didn’t sound as convincing as he had wanted to sound.

The monk laughed again: “So the murderous one. Good choice. I was always a big fan of the two of you.” How could he have been, Kakashi wondered, but then again Geto had previously mentioned a manga called “Naruto” which he apparently read as a kid, plus he had known Kakashi and Obito just by name alone. This all seemed very odd.

“Well you better hurry to tell him your feelings because..- well that depends.. Where did you see him last?” Geto asked with a grin.

Kakashi wanted to test his idea even further: “He dragged me into Kamui to separate me from my comrades.” He narrowed his eyes and watched his opponent's reaction. Just as he expected Suguru nodded knowingly: “Well you really should hurry then.”

“Hurry for what?” Kakashi asked and felt a little shiver when the other man started laughing and waving his hand.

“You’ll see.”

Kakashi put himself up to full height, which was very tall, now that he could measure himself against another person. He tried to look menacing enough to stop Geto from laughing, but he didn’t know how to look menacing when in the body of a guy who was thin and not muscular. “Say, Geto-san” he began overly friendly, “Am I a character in a book in this world?”

– –

“So you are saying I am a character out of a comic book?” Obito put the facts together slowly. His eyes were widened in horror at the realisation and Satoru couldn’t blame him. Being nothing more than a narrative foil to a main character must be hard. Not that Satoru knew what that felt like as he was always any story's main character.

He decided to give Obito a little space and started walking around the Kamui dimension, taking everything in that he could. It was so similar to how it had looked like in the anime, which made sense, but was almost scary. He found a surface that mirrored a little and looked at his face. With a whistle he said: “Woo, I’m handsome.” He touched the scar on his left eye and then went with his hand through his hair.

Kakashi was injured at the front and Satoru could feel the pain, though he didn’t seem to mind so much. He wasn’t used to pain in his normal life, so feeling it a little now was actually exhilarating. He felt the pouch at the side of his leg and opened it up. Kunai were neatly stacked inside, ready to be pulled out and used at his convenience. He took one out and swung it around his finger. “Wow, you actually use these! Amazing! Just like in the show!”

Obito grunted not far from him and so he turned his attention to the Uchiha. His hands folded over his head, Obito breathed heavily as if he was having some kind of panic attack. Satoru felt for him and snapped with his fingers in a vain attempt to diffuse the tension: “Oi, can you do that thing… with the wood? And I don’t mean that wood, I mean the one in your arms.”

The Uchiha looked up and the anger was written all over his eyes, while a large wooden spike that Satoru had completely missed was hanging out of the palm of his hands. It seemed like something behind Obito’s eyes was turning and he readied himself to kill this person that had taken over Kakashi’s body any second now. Satoru couldn’t help but smile and realise how weird that was with the mask on. Many people wanted to murder him after they met him first, it was his style.

He sighed and went with his hand through his hair again. As fun as all of this was, winding Uchiha Obito up and to see him boil in his own emotions, Satoru needed to get back. His own narrative foil was waiting back in the real world for him and his students needed him. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he made it into Kamui, he did not know how Isekai rules worked in the first place. Shouldn’t this only get triggered when he was run over by a giant truck?

“Right, ok, we need to figure this out”, he said out loud, a finger tapping against his chin around the seams of the mask. “I’ve never seen an isekai to the end, so I don’t know how one gets out of it.” Obito squinted at him. “You know.. Isekai? Well it is a story genre in which the main character gets reincarnated in their favourite game or show or book or media of choice. They are awfully popular among the younger students who didn’t get raised on the classics and according to my best friend they are a crime to humanity.”

Obito looked at him as if he was the weirdest person he had ever encountered. Maybe he really was. “What the fuck is Ise-”

“And they are awfully formulaic, you know? The main character is always so overpowered and has all the girls and I don’t care, because I already have that back home you know? I don’t need that. So I’m mostly bored when they are on and don’t pay attention. I’m more of a shoujo kind of person, you know? I need that sweet hand holding romance and “Oh my god will he give me his Line number” conversations. I know you get that.” Satoru snapped his finger at Obito again, who had his mouth hanging open as if he was going to lose his mind any second now.

Clearly, Obito was not going to be of help in this situation, mostly because he still needed to digest that none of his “deliberate choices” in life had been quite as deliberate as he thought they were. Satoru had to fix it himself, as much was clear. He tapped his finger against his nose and tried to remember as much as she could from the story of Naruto. Suguru had been a huge fan and talked about it constantly, though it sometimes felt like he was more angry at it than praising it.

Satoru thought back to the afternoons in the Jujutsu School when they would be laying side by side on his bed and Suguru was talking endlessly about his favourite manga and the magazine they all were published in. Just bathing in the memory made Satoru feel warm on the inside, a warm feeling of nostalgia and pain that he was all too familiar with. Even after all these years it was still hard to understand why these innocent days had to end and now he had been put into this difficult decision to end the life of the only person he wanted to save above anyone else.

“Well at least Kakashi and I have that in common”, Satoru mumbled and bit his lower lip. “We both have to kill someone we love.”

Obito lifted his head: “Who does Kakashi love?”

– –

It was like someone had just stabbed him even though nobody had touched him. Kakashi felt like his head was spinning. This was all a little much to take in for one evening. “So, Obito will die?” Kakashi could not explain why the confirmation of that made him feel so sick, when not so long ago he was still very determined to be the one to kill his old friend.

Suguru put his head to the side and threw Kakashi a look that couldn’t be read as anything else but pity. “Yes”, he said with a grin. One of the creatures crawled along his shoulders and he summoned a sort of ball out of thin air which he threw in the air and caught again.

“If you love him you should probably tell him as soon as you can.” Geto’s voice had changed into something less excited and more arrogant. He clearly now felt like he was being superior to Kakashi, who to him was nothing but a fictional character with no own choices.

Kakashi on the other hand felt rather peaceful at the realisation that nothing he had ever done had been preventable, that it had been all written out for him. He just needed to go along with the story in which he wasn’t even the main character and eventually he would reach the end. He just wished that Obito didn’t have to die for that.

“I also would very much like for you to return my best friend to me”, the monk said with a grin. “We have unfinished business here.”

In the corner of his eye Kakashi could see all the windows of a high building scatter. He looked back to Geto and his lopsided grin. “Why are you doing this?” Kakashi waved with his hand around. “Causing all this destruction in this world.”

The smile on the monk’s face froze in place and then it turned into a frown. His eyes darkened. “Because there is so much here that needs fixing and it could do with a complete new start. So we’re tearing it down to correctly build it up”, he explained, brows furrowed.

“Ah,” Kakashi said with a grin and found that grinning came easy with this body, “You remind me a lot of Obito. You once were a naive kid that the world didn’t treat kindly and now you want to destroy it.”

By the way Geto’s eyes widened, Kakashi could tell that this was not something he had wanted to hear. For him, Obito must be nothing but a villain in someone else's story and to be compared to that surely wasn’t a pleasant experience. Kakashi knew he was pushing, but to figure out how to get back he needed to know more: “Are you close with me? I mean, the person I am? Satoru…?”

This made his opposite visibly uncomfortable. Geto squirmed a little, but then frowned. It was pretty obvious that he prefered not to talk about it, even though he had brought up the unfinished business not even 10 minutes ago.

“You and Obito”, Kakashi said now to push just a little more, “are very similar. What you want is to improve the world that you suffered in, that others suffered in, but your methods of doing so are very misguided.”

It looked like he was stretching a rubber band very thin. Geto’s eyes darkened a little more. “What do you know? You are a fictional character. You are not real, nothing you do is real”, he spat back.

Kakashi waved the answer away unbothered. “Does this Satoru, who is your best friend as you say, see it as his task to make sure you can not reach your goal?” he asked, even though he could already read the answer on the other person’s face.

“I guess he would like to believe so.” Geto now sounded as if he was pressing his teeth together in an attempt not to snap and attack Kakashi again.

Getting an opponent riled up so that they would spill information was one of the easiest tactics of an ANBU operative, it surprised Kakashi that Geto didn’t know that from the narrative he had read. Or maybe his temperament was already so heated up that he had forgotten everything about it.

“So the guy I'm stuck with and me, we have more in common than just the odd hair colour and the powerful eyes,” Kakashi said with a shrug. Dramatic shrugs also seemed easy in this specific body. “But what do I know, I’m just a fictional character.”

He could see that this was the boiling point. Anger was written all over the monk’s face. “If you are so similar”, he spat out, “then I would suggest telling Obito your feelings instead of just letting him walk away.”

– –

Satoru gave Obito a heartedly pat on the shoulder, which the other man let happen without as much as an angry glance. “I think you already know the answer to the question.”

Technically Satoru did not know who Kakashi was in love with, in the other world, there were quite some contenders for this title, but he wanted to get this isekai situation cleared up and somehow he felt like this was the way to go. Maybe it was some fairy tail “they-need-to-admit-their-feelings” thing that one found in romance novels.

He was definitely right about Obito, as much was clear. Obito’s cheeks had visibly flushed and his hands were shaking. When he saw Satoru’s face and the grin in his eyes, he growled deep in his throat and let a mokuton spike grow out of his palm to hold it against the other man's throat. The gesture drew blood and Satoru whistled a little. Uh, this was much more fun than it should be.

“I don’t care what Kakashi feels”, Obito said through gritted teeth. “I don’t care for him.”

Satoru laughed and waved with his right hand. “Sure you don’t. So when I do this..,” he curled a finger under the seams of his mask and pulled it down over his chin..”and lean close..” he did as he said, “and whisper quiet words into your ear, it will garner absolutely no reaction.” Obito mumbled something, a little distracted by Kakashi’s sudden unmasked face right in front of him, so he did not notice until Satoru was right at his ear.

“I love you”, he breathed and Obito fell over his feet backward.

This was just too much fun, if only he could record all of this with his phone camera to show it to Suguru when… well, some time when they could share things with each other again.

Obito put his hands into fists: “I don’t want you to say things like that out of his mouth!”

He sighed deeply. “Well maybe Kakashi does not actually love you,” Satoru shrugged his shoulders, “He has tons of admirers as far as I am aware. But you clearly love him and since I’m stuck here with you and I don’t know what else to do and your insecurity is kind of amusing, I will let you in on a secret.” He leaned forward, made a “psst” sound and then whispered: “You will die, soon actually, so if you don’t tell him he will never know.”

Clearly, these were not the news Obito wanted to hear. He breathed in heavily and stared at Satoru, but he did not attack him again or say anything.

“So there are your options,” Satoru yawned a little, the mask still hanging under his chin, “You can tell the person you love that you love them or you can go to the grave bitter and alone and without ever being honest with yourself.” He heard his own mouth speaking the words to Obito and knew he was talking to himself. It was something he’d never been good with and he had realised that way too late.

He walked up to Obito again: “And believe me, not being honest with him or yourself won’t make either of you happy. It will just make the inevitable end so much worse.” Satoru thought of Suguru and how long he had put off killing him. Maybe it had been fear or regret or shame over not having been open with him from the beginning. Maybe if he’d been able to express what he felt to Suguru when they were younger, if he’d been able to explain how important their time alone together had been to him…

“I’m not in love with him!” Obito spat out.

Satoru shook the memories away and found the grin again: “Right, right, sure. Tell me, how many years have you been watching him? Like, I’m just saying, this is a friend to enemies to lovers thing, rivals and all - of course you are in love. It is kind of required in this situation to be in love a little at least. I can tell you that, I speak from experience.”

Obito shook his head. He needed more convincing, Satoru thought. He put one arm around Obito’s shoulder and drew him in, just like he sometimes did with Nanami to annoy him. It was a little harder in this body, as Kakashi was not quite as tall as Satoru was used to, but the move was still very effective. Obito’s ears were clearly red.

“Great. If you are not in love with him, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind at all if I just came up to you like this and kissed you?”

– –

“So that is what makes you so mad that you have to destroy this city? The fact that he wasn’t honest with you?” Kakashi thought this comment would push Geto over the edge, but instead it just made him pause for a second, as if he couldn’t believe what the other person had just said to him.

Kakashi could understand that it was something that Suguru saw as important. Being dishonest about feelings never got anyone anywhere, this was easily shown by the way Sasuke had taken in recent months. But was Kakashi dishonest with himself? Because if there were unspoken things between him and Obito then yes, it would probably be wise to address them, especially if their fate had already been decided. He could feel the sting burn when thinking about Obito potentially being dead again, so close after he had just returned to life.

He weighed his head: “Maybe you are right and there are unexplained things between Obito and me. Maybe we should absolutely address these things, especially if he were to, as you claim, die soon. Because taking these feelings to your grave only leads to resentment and resenting the person you care for the most clearly only leads to..” He made a general gesture to Suguru and the destroyed city around him. “..this.”

It did not seem like Geto really liked hearing a lecture from Kakashi, especially not out of his former friend’s mouth. He was breathing heavily by now, nostrils flared. Kakashi wondered how he would feel if his favourite Icha-Icha character would come to life in Obito’s body and tell him something about the importance of romance and affection. The image in front of his eyes did amuse him, with Obito acting all femine and pouting just like Yuri-san did in the novel, but then ultimately Kakashi settled on that it wouldn’t feel very good to meet a character you loved that way.

Love and affection, huh? It’s not like he didn’t want those things and it was not like he couldn't imagine finding them with Obito. It was just that they had been apart for so many years and would need to build a new life together, if even. And now it seemed like Obito was not long for this world, so would they even get the chance?

“I don’t know if I could tell Obito that I love him, as you advise me too, because I don’t know if I do, “Kakashi finished his trail of thought. “I hardly know him now. Back then, when we were children and around each other a lot, maybe I had a crush on him back then. Because he was a person, a version of himself, that I envied and adored to equal measure. But now? How do I know who he is now?”

He took a step forward closer to Geto, who was still frozen in place. “I wonder if that is the same for this Satoru person. That he couldn’t tell you his feelings earlier for some hang up or another and now he can’t tell you anymore either, because the version of you that you are now is not the version of you that he fell in love with.”

“I don’t-” Geto stopped himself in the middle of the sentence, as if his tongue couldn’t catch up with his thoughts fast enough. The frown on his face was loosening a little and he seemed to genuinely consider what was said. Kakashi took the opportunity to take another step forward closer to him.

“And I’m not saying that both of you could not love that new version of each other, or that Obito and I could not learn to love this version of ourselves. But I assume that probably takes a lot of work and especially time, time which Obito and I just don’t have. At least according to what you told me. You on the other hand could talk to Satoru about this, clear the air, and then move forward from this point on '' Kakashi's eyes were involuntarily dragged down to see Geto’s slightly shaking hands. He didn’t have time to analyse why he could see something so small so well.

“To get all of that, though, you first have to be open and tell this Satoru that this is what you want and no amount of destruction or death can stop that need of yours. You’ll always be bitter about it until you face it head on. The hole in your life will not be filled if you fight pain with more pain.”

Obito was similar, Kakashi thought. He too obviously felt betrayed and hurt by what had happened to him, to Rin and the world in general. He’d been a naive kid, which Kakashi had always liked about him when they were younger. Kakashi was scarred and tired of doing anything but the biggest duty and Obito had been hopeful and excited for his future, as a kid ought to be. This was why his fall had been so much deeper, his derealisation so much more destructive.

It was not like Kakashi couldn’t understand this need of Obito’s or Suguru’s to make the world right with violence. There was so much going wrong that needed fixing in his own world and maybe in this one too, but it was just not right to do it by inflicting pain on others. Pain would never be rectified with more pain. Revenge was just a breeding ground for more revenge.

“You have to find a middle ground”, Kakashi said and meant Geto and Satoru as well as Obito and himself, “There has to be one between the two of you. If he is like me then he probably doesn’t think you are wrong in all regards, but he just doesn’t approve of the methods you are using to fix it. Maybe this world has done him wrong like it has done you wrong and he just wants to set it right in a different way.”

Suguru laughed: “Ha! Satoru has always been perfect. He was literally born the perfect person. Nothing bad ever happened to him. He would not know how I feel.” A light crossed his eyes and then they darkened again.

“Well if you know my story, then you would know that I know a thing or two about people who are seen as perfect,” Kakashi was now also quietly laughing. Not loud and boastful like Geto had before, but more to himself. He shook his head then: “And I can tell you they rarely really are perfect.”

Kakashi was now very close to Geto, his head towering over the other man’s. He was not used to being so tall, while Obito was a little taller than him as far as he could gather, Tenzo and most of his other friends were smaller. But some of his students had lately reached his height and if they were still growing they would soon outgrow him.

He looked down on the man in front of him, who was shaking his head in disbelief: “This world would not be better suddenly just because Satoru would hold me and tell me how he feels.” Geto was spitting on the ground next to them. “Literally nothing would change. Nothing would improve.”

“Maybe”, Kakashi laughed a little again. It seemed rather easy in this body, without a mask, to laugh to yourself. “Yes, maybe it would change nothing, but it could help you resolve your own narrative foil, would it not? Maybe that would change something anyway.”

He didn’t know what he was doing, but before he could think about it too much he had already pulled Suguru closer, wrapped his long arms around his shoulders and dragged him in. The other man did not resist or say something and so Kakashi let his head, Satoru’s head, fall forward on Suguru’s hair and pressed a kiss against it.

Suguru’s breath hitched.

– –

Obito didn’t resist at all, in fact, he just stayed frozen in place. Satoru curled his finger under Obito’s chin and pulled it upwards to draw himself closer. It wasn’t as elegant as he was used to as Kakashi’s fingers were much thicker than his own, but he could make it work. He couldn’t believe how easy it was, how easily the Uchiha let himself get led like that.

Wow, Satoru thought. Obito actually let him do this. He wouldn’t have expected that. He couldn’t help but wonder what Obito might taste like if they actually kissed. After all, he had kissed many people in his life, from different places and different countries and origins, sexualities and genders, but he had never kissed a fictional character before, so what would that be like? Would Obito taste like paper and ink? Would it be the “real” thing?

Finally, when Satoru was only millimetres away from his face Obito finally snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. “Stop!” he screamed and “Don’t-!” Though he was clearly panicking about all of this, he stayed close to Satoru and did not wriggle himself out of the arm that was still slung around his shoulder.

“How long have you been in love with him, huh?” Satoru couldn’t help but revel in his success. He had reached his goal of melting whatever ice block had engulfed Obito for many years and gotten a very clear reaction out of him. Maybe that was after all the way to get this isekai curse lifted. True love’s kiss or something like that.

Obito was clearly scrambling to find the words, maybe even the thoughts, to explain what was happening to him. His face was now bright red, from cheeks to ears, but he still kept the embrace up. “I don’t know,” Satoru could hear him mumble and many other words that seemed to make no sense. “Watching.” “Grave.” “Amegakure.” “So much lightning.” Finally he seemed to find his voice again and with it his face moved back into its usual frown: “Not that it matters who I love or whom he loves. The world is about to be reborn. We don’t need to be together now, we can be together in the dream - forever.”

“Ah~” Satoru sang a little and patted Obito on the back again, “No, my friend, you won't make it that far. As far as I remember Kakashi is also not in the dream - for some reason that is not related to you - or maybe it is? I don’t remember - anyway. You will die. So I would suggest kissing the hot ninja man now before that happens, because you won’t have a chance afterwards.”

Obito blinked and bit his lower lip in thought. He reminded Satoru of Suguru in this way. Suguru had been good at pouting when they were younger, especially when he talked about one of his favourite manga storylines not going the way he wished. It was funny to think of that now that Satoru was trapped in such a storyline.

How many times had Satoru let an opportunity to kiss Suguru go by? All these times in which they’d been close to each other, hands slung into one another, laughing or talking or fighting about this and that. He had wanted to do it many times. What had made him so scared to take the leap? Maybe if he had been more brave things would be different now, maybe Suguru could still be by his side. Maybe he wouldn’t have to kill him.

No, Obito should not regret something that Satoru regretted. Not if there was still hope. “Who knows,” Satoru said with a smile, “Maybe you can change the narrative. After all I wasn’t here to chat you up in the original Naruto manga was I? We might have created an alternative timeline, you know? If you just tell him how you feel, if you guys - I don’t know - smooch a little, maybe the future will be brighter?” He paused for a second and then added: “I can only repeat myself in saying that you shouldn’t let such a situation slip by.”

There was a light in Obito’s eyes now and as Satoru looked down he could see the red of the sharingan turn into the black of his normal eye colour. He’d rarely seen anyone that had eyes as dark, but that wasn’t surprising when a person was created with ink mostly. Obito was now heavily breathing as if he was reaching a conclusion.

“I have the seal on me still. The one Madara placed on me,” Obito said and stared forward.

Satoru waved the concern away with a flick of his hand: “I’m sure both of you will find a way to remove that safely. I think, honestly, that both of you could do anything you wanted together, even learn how to forgive, how to change the world, as long as you are open with one another and most of all, as long as you do it together.” He realised that he had spoken about Suguru himself more than Obito and Kakashi, but the argument was solid anyway.

Obito nodded and Satoru wanted to exclaim some triumphant sentences to celebrate his continued success, but when he saw the look in the other person’s eyes his throat dried up. Obito was staring at him, right into the face, but he wasn’t really staring at him. Instead he was looking at Kakashi’s face, every tiny corner of it, as if he was trying to map it out in his mind. Satoru was weirdly embarrassed by the intimacy of it.

They were almost the same height, and Satoru realised it again now. Kakashi and Obito could bounce their foreheads against each other if they wanted and from there all they needed was a little gravity and a little bravery to fully find each other. Maybe there was something Satoru could do to help them along the way, he thought. So he closed his eyes slowly as a provocation to Obito and kept them closed. He could only hope that Obito would get the hint and just do it already. Don’t be a coward, Satoru thought.

Obito wasn’t. He closed the distance between them just a heartbeat after Satoru had closed his eyes. Their lips touched, soft and wet and Obito, to Satoru’s surprise and delight, did not taste like paper and ink. He tasted like the real thing.

– –

Four pairs of eyes opened and blinked into the face that was staring at them. They all recognised one another at the first glance.

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Hi thanks for reblogging my post about John Carter! I was wondering if I could get a x reader fic maybe something where the reader gets hurt and John and her have been both secretly in love with each other and he confesses because he is afraid that she’s not going to live but honestly any fic will do!

Thank you for requesting! 🥹

Warnings : brief death, hypothermia

I love you

Summary : John confesses his love for the reader when reader gets injured

REQUESTS ARE OPEN (read the rules first)

Carter almost recoiled when his hand accidentally touched your limp one. You were ice cold. Carter blinked away tears as the other doctors fought to save your life. This can’t be it. He felt his heart tighten in pure, unadulterated fear.

“I love you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

He was unable to stop himself from blurting that out but he sighed in relief as your eyes opened to mere slits. Your voice was incredibly slurred as you tried to form a sentence.

“Love you,too.. I-”

Your heart stopped. All hell broke loose.

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1 hour earlier

Winters in Chicago were unforgiving. Wind nipped at any exposed skin that it could find causing shivers to make its way through your body. It had been a fairly busy start to the day as there was an accident due to the ice and snow that had started to fall. It wasn’t clear to some folks that it was an incredibly bad idea to speed, let alone speed when the roads are slick. You were standing outside by yourself, trying your best to hide your shivers when a small child ran up to you.

“Help! Please! It’s my friend. She-she! She’s hurt!” The young child bawled and you immediately grabbed her hand and let them guide you to the child that was a few blocks away.

In retrospect, you should have gotten more help, more jackets. Unbeknownst to you, this would be a decision that saved someone’s life but almost cost your yours.

The wind had already started to pick up and the little child had started to shiver harder than you. So, you made the choice to take off one of your two jackets and wrap it around the child as the two of you made your way to the injured child.

“Can- Can you tell me exactly what happened?” You had to raise your voice since the wind was howling.

“We were playing and she dropped her stuffed tiger and the wind was so strong that- that it blew it onto the lake.” The child’s voice was slightly cracked as tears started to stream down her face as she recounted the details of what happened to her friend.

You could tell just by looking at her that she was suffering from severe hypothermia. In her tiny little hand was the stuffed animal. She was ice cold and her clothes were soaking wet. Turns out that she had fallen through the ice when she got her stuffed animal and her friend had somehow gotten the strength to pull her back to shore and run as fast as her little legs could carry her to get help.

“Okay, I’m gonna do everything that I possibly can to help your friend, but when we start to go back, I need you to stay in front of me, okay?” You said, struggling to stop your teeth from chattering from the cold.

The young girl nodded and you braced yourself before taking off your second coat. Underneath both of your coats you had on a hoodie that had a faded name of some college embedded on the center of it. You had gloves on but your hands were still almost numb from the wind chill. You took your second coat and wrapped it carefully but firmly around the unconscious child.

You sighed in relief as the young girl who was walking in front of you had seemed to be a little warmer. You wrapped one arm under the girl’s knees and another under her back but standing up with her in your arms. As you begin to walk, you could feel the cold beginning to seep deep down into your bones. You decide to play flames to keep the other little girl calm. You wanted to distract her from her injured friend. The unconscious little girl had a slow pulse but at this point, you were just glad that she had one.

“S-so had old are you guys?” You cursed mentally when you realized that your breathing was already starting to become broken up.

“ I’m 6. And she is 7 and a half.”

“I-I-I think that it was very brave of you to save your friend like that.” You answered back, trying to fight off the wave of vertigo that had come over you.

“Thanks!”

The hospital sign was now showing and you used the rest of your strength to push faster and harder to get this hypothermic girl into the hospital. You stumbled inside and Mark noticed you. At first, he was about to ask you where you had gone but then saw the child in your arms, and the child next to you, he went into doctor mode. Mark also made note that you were not shivering anymore. Before you knew it, both kids were gently taken by Doug to get medical help. You managed to lock eyes with John before your eyes rolled back into your head. The last thing you remember was suddenly feeling a strange warmth and strong arms wrapping around you.

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John winced in sympathy as he caught you in his arms, making sure you were secure. Your skin was ice cold and you weren’t even shivering anymore. He felt his heart tighten in fear but he pushed it down and stood with your limp body in his arms. He immediately called out for help but Mark was there with a gurney. Carter carefully placed your body on the gurney, subconsciously grabbing your hand, ignoring the frigid feel of your fingers. After you were started to be taken care of, you were able, against all odds, to get your eyes open. Your body still felt incredibly weird but you were able to make out John and Mark’s voice. Mark took your temperature and Carter let a single tear stream down his cheek when he saw your temperature was 85 degrees. Mark had started you on a liter of warm saline to try to help warm you up.

“Johnn…” You moaned softly trying to turn your head towards his voice.

Without any prior warning, he blurted out “I love you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

It took the last of your energy to reply to him

“Love you, too… I-” Your voice trailed off and your eyes slipped shut. The monitor played out a continuous beep. Your heart stopped. All hell broke loose.

You were down for 30 seconds before they got you back. Mark saw the state that John was in and made him go get Peter and Doug. That was the longest 30 seconds of John’s life. Seeing you lay on that hospital bed, limp and not breathing, just… He did not want to lose you..

The next time you woke up, you were warm. John was asleep in the chair that was positioned right next to your bed. The memories came flooding back. You slowly sat up, incredibly sore but grateful that you were alive. You had always been in love with John but you never had the courage to tell him your true feelings about him. This was too close. You almost died. You sighed but smiled as John started to wake up. Once he had woken up and realized that you were awake, he jumped up and begin rambling off questions to you.

“Any dizziness? Let me get Mark and let him know you’re awake.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Your’re not in any pain, are-” You cut him off by pulling him to you and placing a soft kiss on his lips. You smiled as you paused and sat back.

“ I love you, too.”

You felt your heart flutter when his face lit up. That was a major weight off your chest and you smiled when he kissed you, his hand stroking your cheek gently. You sighed in content. Even in your hospital bed, you felt like you were on cloud nine.

#John Carter x reader #John Carter #ER #E.R.#Mark Greene #Gender Neutral reader #so everyone can read #reader insert #description free reader #had to do a bit of research though lololol #whump reader #whump #Doug Ross #ER Tv #er tv show #Requests are open #i love you guys #i hope you enjoy #hypothermia

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Barduil Month Sneak Peek

I'm really excited about several of the projects for this event, especially the collabs for Day 1 with @corndog-patrol and Day 18 with @dogblessyoutascha -- but so far my solo projects have been consumed with Day 2: Fairytale AU. Points to anybody who can guess which fairytale is happening here:

“If the Greenwood is overcome, it will poison the animals that live within it, the rivers that run through it. Even the air we breathe will become toxic as it circulates through the trees.” The elf-maid’s voice is flat. “The Greenwood is one forest, yes, but in one form or another, its influence touches every corner of Middle-earth.”

Bard saw the darkness within the Greenwood himself on the journey here. He’s old enough to remember when the name the elves gave it was more apt than the one in use among Bard’s own kind – Mirkwood, the dark forest, from which few who venture ever return. “And why does this mean that the king must marry each night, and execute his new husband or wife each morning?”

“That is not your concern.” The elf-maid keeps speaking before Bard can protest that as the next bridegroom on the chopping block, it is very much his concern. “If you wish to survive, you must help the king sleep.”

Help him sleep. That’s both better and worse than what Bard had feared – harder than simply sleeping with the Elvenking, far easier than convincing the Elvenking to fall in love with him over the course of a single night. “I will warn you,” the elf-maid says, “the king has little patience for would-be saviors these days. The last eighty nights –”

“Tauriel!”

Her name is Tauriel, then. “The last eighty nights,” Tauriel continues, ignoring the outburst from the tailor still stitching at Bard’s sleeve, “he has not even visited his new spouse in their bedchamber. It is not too late for you to leave.”

The tailor’s needle slips and pricks Bard’s wrist. He pulls his sleeve free and rises to his feet, ignoring the sudden swell of fear that rocks him. “Yes, it is,” he says. “Tell the king I’m ready.”

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Ruskaina

I vehemently tried to not burst into tears this was not the time he needed my help. Blood dripped from his body but I couldn’t tell from wear. There was blood on my hands I could feel it under my nails. It was the only thing I could smell, god please let him be okay.

After a foraging all day my own body had grown weak now that the adrenaline from what happened wore off I was left with nothing.

Stumbling through the jungle I did my best to look out for all the little markers left along the way from my previous journeys back home.

The sun was beginning to go down now which meant that we would be even more fucked if I couldn’t get us back to the cave in time. My eyes began to tear up, I was so scared he wouldn’t make it his body was so motionless and there was so much blood.

One foot in front of the other, I told myself, nothing else mattered. The world was reduced to that chant, that command to myself. Keep moving your legs, one in front of the other stopping was not an option.

Move

At the crooked tree make that turn, keep moving.

Don’t think about how your lunges burned.

Move

move

The big rock with moss covering it means I’m going the right direction. Don’t think about how his blood has seeped through both of his and your cloths.

Move

A loud “CLAAAAP” rung out above me, not stopping my pace I look up. The clouds had formed into an angery deep gray color blocking most of what was left of the sun. How could I miss it, the sky was so dark yet it didn’t even register that my path was harder to see.

Touching my face it felt moist, had I been crying ?

I looked over at him head hung low eyes shut.

His vibrant skin paling and dull, wiping my face and grabbing better hold of him I began moving faster. I needed to be faster.

The jungle was so quiet as we stumbled across it, like all the creatures were just silently watching as I failed to save him.

Drip

Drop

A low drizzle had begun, maybe that’s why the animals weren’t making any nosies they had found shelter and were laughing from their safe warm spots as I desperately tried to find mine.

A low rumble started ringing out this time accompanied by small flashes of lighting.

I seen a river and I knew we were almost there. Please him make it.

Make this left and it shouldn’t be much longer before I could do something for him

What I would do I had no clue, never in my life had I had to keep someone alive I was the farthest from a doctor you could get but I was also far from the thought of letting him die. I wouldn’t let it happend I refused with every fiber of my being. The only outcome I would let be was him waking up so I could properly thank him.

“CRREEERRRRACCCCKKK”

In an instant the clouds were a blur of deep grays and was pouring rain.

The dirt under our feet began to loosen while my glasses fogged over. Not even bothering with swiping away the rain I just kept going.

And going

I felt my soul sobbing now, breath sallow, eyes stinging. I couldn’t hear myself cry or really feel it. The rain constantly braiding my weak form drowning out my attempts at a terrified cry.

Please let me do this on thing right please.

Time was pointless to me now the pain in my feet told me it had been hours. The darkness in the sky whispered at me to give up.

And I almost did.

I was ready to collapse on the spot, let both of us just return to the dirt whence we came. Death was clearly calling us home whom was I to deny them.

Everything felt pointless, was he even still breathing anymore ? Was I going in the right direction? Was my hope to save him to hubris ?

My pace had slowed down to a pitiful stumble the only thing keeping me going was just a dust of hope even that was slowing drifting away.

My body ached

Scratches from low hanging trees and ill placed rocks covered and blood and mud. His body weighing on me like Sisyphus’s boulder. His death would be my punishment for being to weak.

It would be all my fault.

Maybe it was an act of pity form all that was holy above or perhaps it was some act of fatalism for this mysterious man’s fate was not yet done. The clouds torn asunder parting to send out one single ray of light as if to say life had not given up on me,

Not given up on him ?

No, no this was for us both. Life had something rare greater planned than a rainy death.

This inscrutable act of salvation lite our path. With the darkness expelled I could now see a new world, a new path. Hope had returned to me ten fold.

Now that I could see better a deep irony befell me. The path to my cave was mere feet away from me the down pour had blocked my vision so much I couldn’t even see what was right in front of me.

I was so ready to give up just for my destination to be just within reach. Without that breaking of the clouds I truly would have. It was like the sun itself was set on saving us.

With everything felt in my body I dragged us to my door. Pushing it open and closing it a lightning speed, that was enough nature for a long while.

Without further delay I began moving the curly headed man to my bed so I could treat him somehow. laying him down as gently as possible. I took his straw hat off putting it on my night stand so I could see his face better.

He had no cuts on his face thankfully, bring my hand to his head to just his temperate the best I could with no real medical supplies. He was cold as stone the rain forced all his body heat out.

Placing my book pack next to the bed I began racking my brain for every possible thing I could do for him.

Firstly though I needed to get my poor Den Den Mushi out of my backpack and see if she was okay.

Opening the bag to find her tucked in her shell took a heavy weight off my chest, she was at the very least okay and safe. A little scared and traumatized most likely but okay. Setting her down into her bed, I rushed over to my cabinet and grabbed out all the medical supplies on hand and brought them over to him.

I thought back to the moment he saved me from the titan of a creature and how starkly different he looked now. The once glowing tan skin was now pale, cold, and covered in blood. Now signs of the big and vibrant personality I was greeted with.

Refocusing I wipe a stray tear and look over his form. Where was the blood coming from ? His close and skin were so covered and could even guess as to were the source was.

Grabbing a pair of scissors carefully cut the wet shirt off discarding it to the side, I inspect his body now with no abstractions.

This was definitely an extremely awful time to think about it.

But I couldn’t help the way the thought kept bubbling to the surface of my mind. Even with blood covering it he had lean ass abs.

I am so going to hell I thought to myself.

Pushing the stupid thoughts away I searched for the wound like I was supposed to be doing.

When I found it my heart dropped a little, it was at his lower rib the beast had gotten a deep slash in. Deep enough to defiantly need stitches and heavy disinfectant. It had turned a horrific shade of dark red and was inflamed from all the rain, but I didn’t seen any bone. A pungent smell began to fill the room now that the wound was uncovered, if I ever found that creature again it was going to wish its mother never made the mistake of birthing it.

Taking a deep breath in and out

“I can do this” I said quietly to myself, wiping my forehead, I thought through everything that needed to be done.

Turning I headed for the bathroom, my hands needed to be cleaned throughly. And maybe washing them would stop the shaking.

I would only be making him worse if I tried anything with my current state so I really had to pull it together. Walking toward the bathroom i focused on controlling my breathing and thoughts.

Disinfect

stitch

cover

It was easy enough, or at least that was what I was using to distract myself from worrying.

Stepping into the bathroom I was struck by the sight of myself.

I looked exhausted and my hair was all over the place curls frizzy and to my absolute horror some of his blood had gotta onto it.

So ask not waste time I began washing my hands while my mind tried desperately to piece its self back together after everything that happened tonight.

Although my eyes never left the mirror. I was transfixed at how different I looked. As if the person who the mirror met this morning no longer existed. Something was different now I could feel it.

Meeting him had changed everything.

Tearing my eyes away from the mirror I splashed water in my face and wiped myself down. My clothes were still totally drenched from the rain, covered in dirt and gram but for now all I need to be clean was my arms.

Opening the small storage unit under the sick I grab out multiple rags, leaving the bathroom in search of something big enough to hold water so I could cleaned the person on death door in my bed

Rushing through the house I found a bucket near the kitchen sink for clothes washing.

Filling it with water I return to my guest.

Waiting no time I start dragging the rang lightly around the wound. The blood quickly took over the rag in a matter of moments.

Dropping it into the bucket I squeezed it out and began again. Repeating this process till he was no longer painted in crimsons.

Never once did he flinch or stir. Only sign that he hadn’t keeled over already was the unsteady rise and fall of his chest.

Examining him over again for anymore blood that needed to be cleared off or for spots I missed.

Satisfied I stood taking the bucket with me to the bathroom to empty it out into the tub. Hastily filling it back up and returning to him.

Taking out a bottle I added the contents to the rag cleaning him off once more with the disinfectant along with making sure there was nothing in the wound.

Setting the rag and bucket aside I take out a needle and thread.

Remembering what my mom taught me about sewing I do my best. In total in took 5 badly done stitches.

I was about to pour more disinfectant on the wound again because the stitching had made the area aggravated and puffy, when I picked up the bottle only to feel it empty.

“Fuck” this was not the time for stupid mess ups.

My brain takes me back to the day I was cutting wood for the fire and let the ate slip badly cutting my finger. I had used half the bottle in a panicked state.

Now I had to figure out what else I could use on his wound, racking my brain I tried to think if I had anything else in the house that would be a proper substitute.

Vodka

Mom had done it all the time. Shooting up to retrieve the special liquid I sent a quick prayer to all the medical gods and deity’s I could remember saying sorry for what I was bout to do and if they could please protect my straw hatted guest.

Taking the bottle and looking over it as I walked back trying to find any sign that it could be of medical help. Unfortunately my uncertainties were left unanswered and and my mothers medical knowledge would have to be the saving grace.

Faith was what this was all riding on

Faith that he would be fine and I was not to late.

A low pop rang out as I opened the bottle.

For a moment I paused to make sure his chest was still rouse and fell as it was supposed.

Deep breath in.

Deep breath out.

And pour.

Time slowed as I moved my wrist so the supposed vodka miracle could come running out. It was a bit less than a shot that I poured out onto the gash. Immediately the air filled with the signature liquor smell that then mixed with the sulfuric smell of his wound.

It made me sick.

What if I was doing this whole thing wrong.

Please let him be okay.

Please.

Feeling more nauseated as I thought about his condition had I dont everything wrong ? My stomach was turning like someone was stirring fresh tea in it.

Closing my eyes and breathing, I gripped the Vodka bottle hard. I could feel my knuckles turning white around its handle. Everything was weighing heavily on my soul and exhaustion gripped at me.

But I was not done yet.

There was more to do, I could rest when I was sure he was okay. Taking a big swig of the bottle to make my stand against the growing exhaustion I felt.

My throat burned like fire but the drowsy feeling had begun to float away ever so slightly.

Rummaging through the medical kit I took out some gauze, bandages, ointment, and medicine for sickness. Putting a thin layer of ointment on the irritated wound then covering it up with gauze and bandages making sure not to make it too tight or loose.

Now all that was left was to give him some medicine to temper the sickness he undoubtedly caught while being outside in the storm.

I thought about how I would give him the medicine for a moment. He was knocked out cold, so waking him up was not an option.

Could I just pour it down his throat?

No he wouldn’t sallow.

Looking at the small bottle of sickness medicine I decided to just leave it for the morning. I did what I could right now there was no use in doing all that just to drown him in medicine by accident.

Sitting back down I stared at the ceiling for now there was nothing more to do.

As I sat I listened to the rain thunder on. That stupid rain.

Funny enough the constant rhythmic thud as each droplet met the earth slowly began lulling me to sleep.

The exhaustion once again fight to take hold, but I knew I needed a shower of some sort, I probably had a million small wounds and all the grime on me would only make me end up on the bed right next to him if I didn’t wash it off.

All this work to keep not only him alive but myself, Thanatos would have had a double shift if not for my subpar ability to keep both of us alive I thought.

The thunder meant a bath was my only option for now if I didn’t wanna get electrocuted. Which also meant mode work for my tired bones.

“Ugffh” was the only thing I could muster out all smart remarks would have to be left for another day.

Like a ghost I floated my way through the rest of the night, filling the tub then boiling some water to heat it up.

Blacking out every few minutes until I ended up changed and cleaned. Sluggishly I made my way back to my guest one more time to check on him, and also to retrieve my favorite blanket.

Unfortunately for him, his dyier state was not going to keep me away for my blanket.

Watching his breathing one last time, for a moment it appeared to be more steady, this brought me some needed relief.

He was not a goner after all, praise all above.

Now that I was sure he was fine I searched for my blanket which was just beside him towards the wall. Being as careful as possible I stretch over him and grab it. Not that I thought he would mind at all I still didn’t wanna cause him any trouble.

With my blanket in hand I walked over to my couch and promptly passed out, no need to think about the day at all, just striaght bed time. Which I was immensely thankful for.

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