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pog-sad-muffin · 3 years

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The dreamscape.

Vilbur and Reader pt. 6

!TW! freezing, manipulation, yelling, violence, mentions of blood, feral Tommy!TW!

Hope you enjoy <3

Art credit to: @elevenshaze on twt

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Tubbo's POV

I know I am dreaming, I can hear Phil pacing around the room. Soon his pacing fades away.

-entering the dream state-

The sun rests just over the horizon, Tommy is here. We are on the hill that overlooks L'manburg.

"Hey, big man?"

"Yeah what's up?" Tommy answers.

"Will we get our happily ever after? Everyone is talking about how they work towards their happy ending. But I just can't seem to see the end." I say brushing my hair away from my eyes.

"There is no ending because there was never a beginning," Tommy says, his voice getting scratchy.

"What do you mean," I ask, turning to look at him. His eyes are the void and a smile is etched into his face. No! NO! DREAM CANT TAKE HIM FROM ME! please...

Waking up with a start. Sweat dripping down my face, my breathing erratic, and shaking all over. Phil, with a concerned look on his face, swiftly walks up to me.

"Are you alright mate, you look like you just had a nightmare," Phil says softly, sitting down next to me and rubbing circles on my back. I open my mouth but no words come out, my mind racing from what I saw.

"It's ok you don't need to talk about it. Go be with Ranboo, he was worried about you." Nodding, I shakily stand. Walking cautiously down the stairs I make it to the kitchen. Collecting myself I look around for Ranboo. Nope, not in the kitchen, not in the living room. Though Techno is when he notices me peeking into the room he points to the porch. Stepping over to the door I bring it open and looking out. Seeing Ranboo playing with Michael, a lazy smile adorned his face. Smiling softly to myself I walk outside fully and close the door, getting their attention.

"Dad!" Michael yells, wobbling up to his feet he shuffles towards me.

"Hello buddy, how are you?" I ask resting Michael in my lap after I sit down in one of the rocking chairs on the front porch.

"Good, Papa called some people over. Mister Pink looked at me weirdly and Mister Green told Papa to relax so he played with me out here while you were sleeping! We played all these fun games…" my son's voice settling into the background, he thought I was sleeping and Techno saw him… "and then I saw you and you were awake and here!" Michael says finishing his story.

"That's nice, now I need to talk to your Papa for a moment, would you go inside with Phil?" I ask, voice cracking slightly.

"Ok, Dad see you later!" Michael says, jumping up and running inside. We wait a few moments, I'm still sitting on the ground, the cold of the snow no longer bothering me.

Ranboo's POV

I look over at Tubbo when Michael runs inside. His eyes are glassy, and he is still on the ground. After a moment I walked over to him. Sitting down next to him I pull him into a hug. I feel him start to cry, it burns into my chest, but I don't complain. Comforting him I feel myself starting to cry as well. My tears cascading down my face, sizzling and burning down my face. It is snowing now. Tubbo and I don't care anymore, we grasp onto each other and start sobbing. Tubbo let out a cry, one you would hear from someone who just got the news that their last hope had passed.

3rd person POV

Techno is watching the two broken children cry into each other from the window. Something in him breaks in him as well. They shouldn't be in this life of violence, they're only kids. And yet they had suffered so much. He thinks shaking his head. Started when he hears the most heart-wrenching scream from Tubbo. His eyes tearing up, he turns away and walks up to the room where Tommy lays. Phil has long since left the room to comfort Michael. Looking over Tommy, he notices all the details of what had happened. Tommy's lips were dark purple, his exposed skin looked like icy veins crawling up his body, Tommys breathing slow and labored. He is not much better than when Ranboo found him. We don't know why he isn't getting better. Niki should be on her way, unfortunately, she lives far away from Ranboo and Tubbo's house.

Knock knock knock. Phil upon hearing this sets Michael down on the bed, the young child having fallen asleep. Hears the knock and makes his way downstairs. Opening the door, letting Niki inside.

"So where is Tommy? I saw Tubbo was awake." She mentions, taking her winter coat and winter gear off. Grabbing the satchel that was under the coat.

"Good to see you again mate, follow me," Phil says waving his hand towards the stairs. As they make their way up the stairs Niki is looking around, looking for clues to what had happened to the boys. Phil stops at the door opening it for Niki.

"He's on the bed over there," Phil mutters, refusing to make eye contact or look in the room. Niki looks at Phil with sympathy in her eyes before entering. Walking in closing the door softly behind her. Techno once he saw her stood up, knowing her past and her hate against Tommy. Pulling out his ax in a defensive stance.

"Woah, calm down I'm only here to help. Phil called me in," Niki says, trying to calm Techno. Slowly lowering his defensive stance in front of Tommy, who is effectively dying without treatment.

Niki's POV

As I cautiously approach Tommy, I can see the damage of whatever had been done to him. His lips are dark plum and black near the center, his ears are blue and black, his hair was stiff from what seems like the cold Ranboo found him in, his breathing is more like wheezing and pained. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Focusing my eyes back on Tommy I grab the bag that I had brought with me. Opening it I grab my book, my candles, and a heater. Looking over at Techno I ask, "Would you put some coal in here," I hand him the heater. He looks skeptical about it before doing what I asked. As he loaded coal into it, I pulled out my book looking through various supernatural creatures before finding what I was looking for.

“Here!” I shout, after a while, startling Techno. “Sorry,” I say softly when he glares at me.

Hearing a thundering sound running up the stairs, Phil bursts into the room, “Do you know what caused this?!” Phil says frantically. Techno being confused at the question looks between Niki and Phil expectantly.

“He means what creature caused this,” I explain, “I'm a mob expert.”

“HUH! Since when?”

“She has been for a while… Anyway, that's not the point.” Phil says.

“Yes, Phil is right. I found what caused this. It says here-” I say, pointing at a page in my book,”- the only thing that could have caused this would be… A spectator aka a ghost essentialy.” Once I say that Phil and Techno’s eyes go wide and they stare at each other, then Tommy. Their eyes are filled with confusion and terror. And then the realization hit me, we only have two ghosts, and both of them were close to the young boys. But they wouldn't do this… would they?

Tommy's POV

-entering the dream state-

It is warm here, I remember it was cold earlier. Why was it cold again? Eh doesn't matter now that I am warm. A new wave of heat cascades through me, thawing my body into comfort. I am calm, wow when was the last time that happened. Maybe when Tubbo and I were building our bench, Techno and Wilbur watched our back. It was the most peaceful week of work… ever I think.

"Hello?" I hear an echo crossing the room.

"Hello, who are you?" I question back to the voice, not bothering to open my eyes.

"Tommy is that you?" I hear, starting to recognize the voice. Snapping my eyes open, I look around in search of the voice. Y/n they are here, I want to see them again. I miss them.

"Y/n? Where are you?"

"I'm right over here Tommy," they say. I turn around and see them, glowing with their arm stretched towards me, a soft welcoming smile decorated their face. Rushing over to them I tackle them into a hug, crying slightly.

"Hello Big man," they say softly, engulfing the smaller in a hug. I smile through the tears that are free-falling down my face.

"I missed you Y/n," I say, my voice heavy with emotion. Finally, I reluctantly pull away from the hug.

"I have something important to tell you, Tommy…" Y/n says, eyes going downcast and glossing over. "They are trying to take you from me," their voice growing softer, as I grow more confused and I furrow my brows.

"Who is trying to take you? I want to stay with you." I say, standing my ground ready to fight anyone who gets in my way of being with my sibling I was forced to lose.

"They are Tommy you have to stop them…" their voice fading away more as I am being pulled away from them.

"No! Stop! I want to go back! Y/n!" I yelled, reaching desperately towards them, despite me being pulled away.

Waking with a start, all of the warmth from the dreamscape gone. Niki, Techno, and Phil standing over me. They are smiling. Why do they get to be happy? I just want to go home, the place where I belong. With Y/n, Will, Tubbo, and L'manburg. The good days.

"How are you feeling?" Phil asks, my head slowly turning towards him. I throw myself at him, clawing at him. I get a handful of feathers and his hat before Techno and Niki pull me off of him with my arms behind my back. I hear an animalistic growl until I realize it is coming from me. Not that I care they were the ones trying to take me away from Y/n. Phil, who has now fallen onto the floor. Looking at me in shock. I feel my lips curl up to bare my teeth and growl once again.

"Niki what's happening?!" Techno shouts frantically, as I struggle from their grasp. I hear people storming up the stairs. Tubbo and Ranboo slam the door open. They see me and I'm not sure what sparked it but I think it was looking at Ranboo, I never liked him, he took away my friend, and now he is here for Y/n as well. With newfound strength, I launch myself at Ranboo, ripping my grasp away from Techno and Niki. I go to attack him only to be hit with something and thrown off to the side. Looking at where the item was thrown I see a shaking Niki, standing on all fours I growl at them. My hybrid features on display. My tail swishing behind me defensively, my razor-sharp canines bared at all of them, the two joints on my legs ripping through my pants near the joints.

"Hey… Tommy, Big man calm down…" Tubbo says cautiously sidestepping towards me, in response, I let out an unnerving growl that makes everyone flinch in response.

"Niki! What is going on!" Techno growls, furiously.

"I don't know this isn't supposed to happen! Though there is a chance that the spector had said something to him!" she says, looking through her book frantically trying to find an answer.

"What do you mean! There is a chance! What could they have said'' Phil yells, I ignore them focusing on Ranboo. Tensing my legs and lowering myself onto the ground I feel something fall from my mouth.

"Umm… Phil what is dripping from his mouth," Tubbo asks, voice quivering. Suddenly everyone's attention is on me again. I let out another growl, more of the goop falling from my mouth, looking at it this time I see it is a black-looking slime. Hearing someone step closer to me, my head snaps at them. I let out a roar. Tubbo and Niki are staring at me in fear, Phil is staring in shock, and Techno in distress. I lunge at Ranboo once more this time reaching for his horn with the reached ring on it. Tubbo shrieks when he sees what I'm going for, and he jumps at me. I make it to my target and start yanking on his horn trying to rip it off, so he will let me see Y/n again. Tubbo hits me off, falling to the floor with a whimper. Techno and Phil rush to restrain me, Niki rushes to Ranboo to check on what I hurt. I see Ranboo reach for his horn and realize the ring is gone.

"My ring is gone! Did it fall off!?" Ranboo asks, I plant myself onto the ground. It's not like I needed to, I have two people keeping me on the ground. Smirking, I look Ranboo in the eyes.

"Tommy where is it!" He yells at me, part of his jaw unhinging. I close my mouth tighter, locking my jaw.

"Guys… I think it's in his mouth." Tubbo says, noticing my jaw tense.

"How? We didn't see it?!" Niki says, baffled. She runs over to Techno and Phil, something in her hand.

I feel something cold touch my neck as the world fades to dark.

-entering dreamscape-

"Tommy are you ok?!" I hear Y/n yell when they see the state I'm in.

"I wanted to come back… they are the enemy…" I mumble my words slurred.

"Ah... I see what happened. I'm so glad you came back," they say, picking me up into a soft warm hug. Just like Mum used to do. Feeling the familiar warmth return.

"Don't worry Big man I will protect you," they say. I feel warmth flood my being and patterns scorching into my body. I didn't mind though it felt nice.

"They're going to sting when you wake once more, but don't worry I will always be here when you go to sleep." I nod limply.

"Want to see them?" Parking up at this I nod once more, not finding the energy to speak. A mirror appears in front of me. I have marks up and down my back and arms. They have symbols that look like, "⋔⊬ ⌿⎍⌿⟟⌰" I feel myself fading out of dream world into a deep sleep.

"Y/n would you stay with me?"

"Of course my pupil."

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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For the 1K event! Dabi angst number 3!!!🥴

“you don’t remember me?”

pairing: dabi x gender neutral reader

cw: angst, one mention of the word suicide, language, memories in italics, mentions of blood and minor manga spoilers (dabi’s identity)

word count: 3000+

a/n: me writing after wanting to cry all night, i know its a shock but yeah my 1k event really needs to finish now because this is getting out of hand

summary: in which after losing your memory in what seemed to have been a week, the capture of shigaraki is the only thing on your mind but when you meet face to face with a distant memory, the reality of the torture the heroes inflicted on you finally comes to light

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The task at hand was simple, corner the league, grab Shigaraki and take him into custody. It was the first thing you heard from Keigo, the first words that were uttered to you as you entered the cell. You didn’t know why you were there in the first place, memories forgotten as all Keigo told you was how you were good. How you were going to join the heroes side and defeat the league, that’s everything he told you. The bandages wrapped around your waist as you saw your wrist wrapped in cloth as well, you unwrapped it softly, the way the brown burnt marks encased your wrists. You dared not touch it, instead waiting to be let out of the cell.

Keigo’s eyes flashed at you, he stared at the screen as he saw you pace about. You had forgotten it all, he was almost glad you had because without you the next actions of the heroes would be flawed. He looked at Endeavor who smirked at the you, he was intrigued wanting to vitalise that power and create chaos amongst the villains.

“She cant control her quirk yet.”

“She will.” Endeavor spoke as Keigo didn’t speak staring at how your hand would occasionally touch at the bandages, you really had no clue what had occurred prior. No clue of the horrors that had been exerted upon you. Keigo left to go and collect you, having already seen how other pro heroes had arrived.

He stepped out from the room, taking a sharp breathe as he walked the long stretch to where your cell was.

“If it isn’t the number two pro hero Hawks, come to rescue me.” Your tone had been filled with malice as you flew around him, yellow wisps around your hands as you were about to shoot the energy at him.

Hawks stared, the hatred you had for heroes, the way you were ready to murder him in a matter of seconds. “I can save you Y/n, I will.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Hawks entered the confines of your room; you gave him a soft smile as he took a step closer. “Hey.” He nodded at your greeting, moving to sit beside you on the bed, “is everything okay?”

“Yeah, we need you though, I explained before about capturing Shigaraki.” You nodded remembering his earlier words, he had told you, you had been out for a month, but everything still felt new and with the amnesia it didn’t seem real at all. “It’s happening now, and we need you, we need the h…hero in you.”

He almost felt bad for lying but to bring you back, get you to become good again, this was the only way. You nodded as his hands moved against the bandages, “I need these off.” He began unwrapping them all, brown skin burnt as you saw the engrained initials T.T against your wrist. Keigo covered it with his fingers as he turned your arms around, Dabi had gone too far in suppressing your power.

“Y/n, don’t you fucking dare.” Dabi’s words echoed throughout the sky, the way you flew down as he saw the tears form around your eyes, “I…I can save you.”

“Let me go…”

You shook the memory aside, a familiar man…his face seemed to bring comfort. The villainous intent made you shake your head. He was unknown and your aim was to find Shigaraki and capture him, Keigo helped you outside, he saw how you still had a hospital gown on. Your costume had been destroyed in the blast, but you wouldn’t remember something like that. You couldn’t and it didn’t seem like you cared. “I’ll find you some clothes.”

He had spoken just as he had brought you in front of the pro heroes, a tense setting as they looked up and down at you. They tried to hide their disgust, but you could almost sense it, you didn’t know what your quirk was, but Keigo had told you it had been something to do with manipulating energy sources around you. You however had no idea how to ever start using this quirk, you looked back missing Keigo’s presence, before feeling his hand go against your back.

“I fucking love you, we promised till the end.” The same voice from before spoke out, his black hair and almost burnt features seemed distorted, but you could see yourself.

You held his hands both looking out onto the Tokyo skyline, “till the end.”

“Everything okay?” Keigo spoke as he passed you a bag, you nodded as he directed you to the bathroom on the other end.

Slowly walking inside, eyes being met with every single pro hero who looked to hate you. You looked into the bag, the entire black outfit with a black coat to match covered your body as you stared into the mirror. Eyes looking unfamiliar as you looked at a reflection of someone who wasn’t you, another you in another lifetime.

Your fingers moved to trace your face in the mirror before seeing the initials again, T.T. they seemed so familiar yet so far away. Looking at your burnt wrists, they seemed fragile yet when you touched them it began to peel away, showing your skin again. You traced the initials feeling another burst of energy come through into your mind.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t you dare touch her.” The voice screamed as he looked to be holding onto you, holding onto your limp body.

You couldn’t make out who the man was talking to in your fluttering eyes, but he seemed to be coming closer with every step. Your breath hitched as you saw the wings open up, realising that it was Keigo, he had saved you.

Wiping away stray tears you looked at yourself one last time before going back to the others. They seemed to be a bit more peaceful now as Keigo had explained the situation. His hand on your back reassuringly as the plan got dealt out with you and Keigo on the front lines.

His reassuring words were helping you to get through this all, his eyes soft as you both walked towards where the apparent league of villains hideout was. You only knew the both of you were somewhat bait for Shigaraki, which you didn’t really understand as how could you serve any importance.

Keigo dismissed your questions as he stared up at the twilight sky, almost preoccupied and not wanting to face the truth. You dismissed it as you both finally saw the scene; it was an abandoned lot right in the centre of the city. You looked out seeing shadows inside as you didn’t know how the two of you were even going to create a scene until Keigo did something you hadn’t expected.

“Hold on.” He grabbed onto your waist bringing you closer and closer up into the air, the wind against your skin, flying higher and high…letting you go. You fell to the ground stumbling as you looked up at his hand in the air as you felt the ground get closer and closer.

Until it stopped, energy had circled your fingers from the lights and vehicles around you as just as you reached the ground, a burst of energy stopped you creating flashing lights and fire in your way. Keigo saw you apologising but you didn’t say a word, staring at your fingers as you looked at the yellow wisps.

“It can’t be.” Both Keigo and you turned around, seeing three unfamiliar faces yet they seemed so familiar. You looked at the man who had been your target, Shigaraki with his many hands of the dead clothing on him.

“Target sighted.” Keigo spoke as you saw the helicopters and pro heroes begin to surround them, it had been easy, but they seemed ready to fight. Yet the tall man with black hair and burns just like on your wrists stared directly at you.

He stepped forward but pro heroes had already come, quirks out to kill him if necessary. “How are you…how are you alive?”

He stared at you, the soft face he remembered from all that time ago, the way you still seemed to have a sense of love inside of you. But he met a frown as you looked in confusion, hiding behind Keigo as you looked at him for the first time in horror. “Y/n, it’s okay I’ve got you.”

The rest of the league had begun fighting the pro heroes, Keigo telling you to stay out of trouble as you saw the man come and try to get closer to you but getting stopped by another person’s quirk. You finally saw the blue flamed in action, the way he burnt everything around him lighting up the entire street as pro heroes continued to try and capture him. “Y/n.” He repeated through the screams of civilians, “you don’t remember me.” You put your hands to your ears not wanting to hear him speak.

Why cold? A dark bleak room around you where everything had been cold. You saw Keigo, saw him watch over on the other side as you got tortured. Belt across your mouth as another electric shock hit your head making your whole-body frazzle. How long had it been? How long had you really been trapped?

“The names Dabi.” He spoke out, it had moved to another setting one where a dark alleyway had stretched out in front of a bar.

“Y/n.”

He looked down at you raising an eyebrow, “you really think you could be a villain.”

“Says the one who looks like he walked out of a horror movie.” You snickered as he scratched the back of his head.

“Whatever, you’ll get caught within a week.”

You rolled your eyes as your lip twitched upwards, “If I last a week then you owe me some fun.”

He had begun to walk towards the entrance of the hideout before turning around to answer you, “deal.”

Your hands grasped your ears harder as memories began to surface, screams of the civilians you and Dabi had killed together. You felt every emotion run through you, every moment in time with a man you had forgotten.

His soft lips against your own as he tenderly kissed your lips, rough hands against your cheeks as his tongue gilded inside. He felt you melt into it as your hands grabbed the back of his neck, a handful of hair as you felt something you hadn’t had in a long, long time. “I love you.”

It had been a whisper and he had heard it, his eyes softening as he looked at you saying the three words for the first time himself.

Your eyes met Dabi’s as you saw him try to destroy everything around him, maybe he didn’t care about being caught or maybe he had given up after seeing you forget. But you remembered, you remembered your relationship with him, remembered your firsts of everything but what had occurred however long it had been was still a mystery. You needed to remember, and the only way was through being with Dabi one last time.

You moved through the destruction almost running towards him, pro heroes realising you had broken their torture, Keigo trying to grab you. As yellow energy swooped around you filling your fingers as you pushed the heroes aside, the league seeming to realise they had gotten you back.

Dabi looked at you, almost pushing himself to get past the fires and pro heroes, as you pushed everything to the side. Your mind had started to become your own, as walls began to break inside, every step towards him making more memories emerge.

“You lasted a week then, what fun do you want?” He muttered, he had already seen the chaos you had caused and couldn’t lie and say he didn’t see you as an asset, but the way you gave a chilling smirk made him go cold.

You leaned against him, eyes looking up as you spoke, “I want to see the stars.”

“What the fuck?” He murmured, “what are you fi…”

“Please.” You pouted and with that single look he had taken you up to a hill to watch the sunset and nightfall erupt. He didn’t realise it then but that was the first time he had ever felt love in his heart, after all these years of torture from his father he had gained something new as you leant against his body. Pointing out each constellation and where the next would be, he had fallen for you in that time.

“Dabi.” You screamed as you ran into his arms, letting the yellow energy encompass you as he held you. Held onto the woman he hadn’t seen in a year, the woman who had been taken away from him, he looked into those soft eyes of yours, the same ones he had seen when you went to go watch the stars.

He kissed your forehead as you both stayed in each other’s arms before he leant down to capture your lips. His soft lips brushing against your own, love and lust filled but most of all the memories of that day had finally occurred.

“Y/n, don’t you fucking dare.” Dabi’s words echoed throughout the sky, the way you flew down as he saw the tears form around your eyes, “I…I can save you.”

“Let me go…” Yellow surrounding you as you and the league had been confronted by pro heroes, they began to circle you and you only had one option left to save them, to save him.

The yellow became brighter as the rest of the city turned dark, all the energy cultivating inside of you. You were burning, feeling your head burn as the yellow stayed firm in your grasps. The cries of civilians and pro heroes trying to attack you being prevalent before you burst. Flames capture the entire city, buildings burning, and pro heroes being shot down to the ground as each essence of your power burns out of you. Until you fell, you fell to the ground as Dabi tried to get a hold of you, tried to grab onto you, but saw the warp gate surround your body and his own.

He instantly moved to grab your limp body, the way you collapsed in his arms unable to even form words as your eyes became heavier and heavier. He kissed your cheek as he looked down at you, he knew if he had still had tear ducts he’d be crying but instead all that formed were I love you’s and pleas for your survival.

He saw Kurogiri get slammed to the side by Hawks as he stared with hatred at him.

“You fucking son of a bitch, don’t you dare touch her.” He screamed as he held onto your limp body.

Keigo looked at Dabi before pinning his feathers to the man, his eyes filled with fury until he felt Endeavor grab him and push him onto another building. The last thing Dabi saw was you in Keigo’s’ arms being taken away.

“How long?” You whispered as you both stopped kissing, Dabi didn’t want to answer that instead looking down at the burn marks that he hadn’t caused. He looked down at his initials kissing it softly before looking up.

You repeated your question waiting for an answer, “one year.”

Holding onto him again, you kept him close by you as the yellow energy field kept you both safe. You both would stay safe forever, you would be together and have the happiness you deserve with him. You cupped his cheek to kiss him again, having missed the feeling of his lips against your own, the torture and near death you had experienced. Was all for this, was all to meet the man you loved on…

Darkness. Your body collapsed as Dabi felt your limp body against his own, blood seeping through onto your clothes as it went against his fingers. A bullet, not just a normal one, one made from your own energy had passed through the field and collided with your stomach. It wasn’t a warning bullet, they had killed you, Dabi collapsed just as he had a year ago. Eyes looking up at the destruction ahead as he held onto you, seeing how tears poured out. “I love you.”

“No, please not again.” He whispered seeing Kurogiri ready to warp around everybody, he needed you to come with them. He couldn’t watch you get tortured and forget him all over again, the sounds of pro heroes ready to shoot once more as the warp went around the two of you.

The countryside where the league watched and stared at your limp body. “I’m so…sorry, for no…not being…there.”

“It doesn’t matter, just stay with me, come on Y/n, stay with me.” His words were pleading, he needed you to be okay, but the bullet had hit a vital organ and you and him both knew you had no time left.

“Say it.” You whispered.

He knew what you wanted him to say, the words that would finally bring you peace, “I love you Y/n.”

With those four words everything became dark as your arm went to the grass and Dabi held your corpse in his hands, blood covering the two of you as he looked up at the sky. He had always thought the two of you would die together, a type of double suicide but now finally being left without you for good this time. He would never know the torture you went through, but as he kissed your head one last time, he would rid the world of fake heroes in your name. For that had been the dream of the two of you ever since that night watching the stars.

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thetorturerwrites · 4 years

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Sleep: A Sackler One-Shot

Summary: You’re not sleeping. Adam wants to help. The only way he knows how.

A/N: 18+ only. It’s Adam Sackler – that’s the warning. Ha! (Smut. I’m saying its smut.)

Word Count: 4500+

Days. It had been days since you had slept. Everything was starting to blur together because your mind just wouldn’t shut off.

It started, of course, with the slightly manic, sugar-coated Saturday that was your group of friends. None of you were the clubbing kind. So, you would routinely be found in someone’s living room, basement, bedroom drinking together, eating together, creating together. When you all came together like that, it was magic. And Saturday night had been magic. The gathering had been at your place this time. It was you, all of your friends, and Adam. Tall, dark, sex on a stick Adam.

Adam had moved in about three months ago. The place he lived in before was bought out and all the residents purged so the building could be torn down. He said that he’d used it as an excuse to get a bit away from the heart of the city, and he’d moved in with you after Ray mentioned he knew you and you were looking for a roommate. When asked about why he was looking for a new place, you’d gotten the watered-down gist. Something something Hannah. Something something Jessa. Something something drama. You’d damn near said no because of the something something drama, but he looked earnest when he said he was done with it and wanted to find a calm space. You had calm space to offer; and so, in he moved.

You caught him watching you a lot that night as you flitted from friend to friend in your shared home. He brought you a drink once or twice when you’d been carrying around an empty glass without noticing, but you were too high on the vibe, the magic, to notice the way his honey-brown eyes always followed you wherever you went or the way he made sure he knew where you were.

Once, he caught you in a quiet moment in the kitchen and moved to stand opposite you, filling your glass with water this time just to take a break from the booze. You smiled your thanks at him, happy for the moment of silence and stillness, but pushed off the counter when you heard your name again. But he wasn’t going to let the moment go by and moved to cage you there, arms on either side of you, large body bent slightly to look you in the eye. His eyes dipped to your lips where he could smell the whiskey and then up to your colored cheeks.

“You’re a pretty drunk, you know that?”

You were about to say something, you were certain of it. You were willing your brain to fire up and get ready to hit him with something witty and sexy and adult. But your name was shouted again, and the bubble burst. That was Saturday.

And so, it wasn’t surprising to you that Sunday was an up day, a productive day, a great, shining day because you were still flying so fucking high. But you fully expected to crash Sunday night after the house was clean, the laundry done, lunch with your best girl, dinner with your parents, two dog walks, and a flurry of this, that, and the other in between. Your body should have been done. And yet, Monday came with maybe an hour of sleep under your belt.

It was now Friday.

The first day, you’d been annoyed, but this wasn’t your first rodeo, and you knew it was only a matter of time. The second day, annoyance turned to irritation; and the third day, you were fucking angry. What the fuck was happening. Thursday was a blur of exhaustion and emotion because you always got emotional when you were tired and it had been DAYS at this point. Never more than two hours of sleep at a time and just fucking awake for no reason. So, you’d begun going through your insomnia arsenal.

Friday found you called off from work, wrapped in too many blankets on the couch, and the heels of your hands pressed as far into your eye sockets as they could go to stop the tears that were forming. You sat going over the list of things you’d tried to get to sleep AGAIN to try to figure out the right configuration that would work. You’d tried (in no particular order)…

-Hot shower -Tea -Tylenol PM -Masturbation -Hot shower + tea -Tea + Tylenol PM x 4 (nobody fucking takes only one) -Hot shower + masturbation -All of the above in one night

None of it had worked, and here you were practically weeping on your couch because you were so utterly exhausted when Adam crashed through the door, loud and cursing like he usually was. You curled in on yourself just a little bit more hoping he wouldn’t notice you and would just go away.

“What’s up, kid?” He greeted while dumping himself onto the couch by you. When you didn’t reply immediately, he reached over and nudged you. “Hey… ” he said, nudging you again. Two more pokes to your shoulder had you snarling and unbundling your head from the mini fort.

“WHAT ADAM. WHAT DO YOU WANT.”

Your outburst didn’t seem to rattle him, and he gave your shoulder one more nudge with an up tilt of his mouth.

“Y'ok there? You look like death.”

Heaving what probably liked like a dramatic sigh, but was actually just Herculean effort to not burst into tears again, you dropped your head in your hands once more and muttered…

“I haven’t slept all week, I’m exhausted, and I can’t banter with you today, ok?” Because normally, the banter was fun. He made you think with his quips and humor. And you loved making him laugh because it seemed like he didn’t do it enough. But today was a leave-me-the-fuck-alone day. Adam, however, did not get the memo.

“Have you tried…”

“NO,” you nearly shouted, “DO NOT ASK ME if I tried tea or a shower or what the fuck ever. Because I did. More than once and I sincerely doubt that you’ve got any new ideas to cure insomnia.”

He smirked at you but didn’t say anything else. You watched as he leaned forward to unlace his boots. Canting your head slightly, you let your gaze trail to the strong arms, biceps working, and the black t-shirt that sat tight across his chest. But for you, it was two things in particular - his height and his hands. You always had a thing for hands because a good-sized hand could do so many things – Lift, hold, squeeze, choke. All yummy and delectable things. You also had a thing for tall people because on one hand, it made you feel safe; and on the other, being able to reach literally anything in the world was attractive. You weren’t extremely short, but tall came with bonus points in your book. So, there you were daydreaming about Adam and his tallness and hands when he finally spoke and shook you from your reverie.

“You know…they say sex is good for insomnia.” He was the one watching you now having shucked shoes and socks and leant back into the couch. His gaze roamed you over, and you shrank further into your fort because, though you did shower and brush your teeth, you were certain that you did not paint a pretty picture.

“I’m not having sex with you, Adam. Besides…” You could not have helped the snort that came from your face for all the money in the world, and it came with a side of snarky eye roll, too. “I’ve already tried it.”

His brow quirked, but he didn’t look away. Rather, he let his gaze rove down the bare shoulder, the only bit of you he could see, for a moment before speaking again.

“You haven’t had anybody here in weeks. And you’ve been wearing that same sweater since Tuesday.” Fuck. It was true, but you didn’t think he paid much attention to your comings and goings. AND ALSO, you definitely didn’t think he paid attention to what you wore. Apparently, he did.

“No, but I did try to get off, and it’s the same thing. And it didn’t work and so here I am being badgered by you about the state of my sex life.” With the grumpiest face you could muster, you flopped against the side of the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

“Just go away, Adam. Leave me to my insomnia and insanity in peace. I promise I will bequeath the apartment to you when I expire.” And the Oscar for best actress goes to….

But your dramatics were cut short when you felt your entire fort being lifted from the couch, and the squeak that broke from your throat was decidedly less than composed, and you bristled at the noise. Who the fuck squeaks.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Just as quickly, you were deposited on the end of your bed and shot to your feet with a glower.

“Come on, kid. I don’t like seeing you like this because its literally fucking pathetic. So, let me help you. I swear I will keep all of my clothes on, and I will not fuck you. Well…" he paused and let his gaze trail from your head to your toes and back again before finishing, “mostly.”

“You…,” granted, your brain was sleep deprived and fuzzy, but this was something out of a porn movie, wasn’t it? “You…want to help me sleep…by sort of fucking me?” What. What was even happening. Was this real life? And then, he laughed. He fucking laughed. Hand on the stomach, head tilted back laughed. That was it. Murdering him was your only option now.

“I want to help you sleep by helping you get off. Orgasms you have to give yourself are still work. Just let me give this to you.”

Apparently, you’d already begun this bizarre experiment because he reached up to pull the clip from your hair and toss it over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in the room. Your mouth opened to chastise him, but he plowed forward before you could formulate the words.

“I told you. I’m gonna stay just like this, and you’re gonna feel better.” You were still contemplating - because sleepless brain = slow as fuck - when he pulled the heavy white sweater over your head and off your arms.

“I’m going to burn this sweater, by the way.”

He balled it into a rumpled mess and threw it clean out of the door and into the hallway. He was serious about that sweater. Again, you opened your mouth to object, but he was now working on your leggings. He nudged your feet to get you to lift one and then the other, and they, too, were tossed over his shoulder. In the span of minutes, you had been rooted from your fort, undressed, and were now standing in front of your dangerously handsome roommate in nothing but your favorite blue tank top and black boy-short panties.

“I’ve been wondering what you kept under those ugly, baggy sweaters,” he murmured while not being shy at all about the way his gaze traveled you over.

“Look. Adam.” Reaching up again, you pressed your fingers into your eyes and just took a breath because this was stupid, right? Adam was manipulating you by weaponizing your exhaustion, and you weren’t going to stand for it. You were hardly going to stand for standing.

“This is a bad idea, ok? This isn’t going to work, and I think you sh–” Christ on a cracker what was that? He had cut off your objections by sliding all ten digits into your hair and against your scalp. The large fingers attached to those very large, very strong hands splayed out all around your head. And THEN, he started to rub and scratch at your scalp.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” The curse-groan that came from you was definitely unladylike but sweet Jesus did that feel good. Your head dropped forward against his chest, and you felt the reverberation of his soft chuckle against your forehead. Instinctively, both of your hands came up to rest on his hips because he was messing with your equilibrium but god did you hope he wasn’t going to stop.

“Better?“, he asked with his voice a bit softer than before, and you nodded against his chest again without saying anything just in case your voice would break the spell. Your pity party began to puddle away – no, that was YOU turning into a puddle under that heavenly scalp massage. He was looking down at you now, where you rested your head against him, and he cleared his throat as quietly as he could.

You tried to lift your head to retort, but he shushed you and just kept right on going with those magic fingers. Each drag of his nails against your scalp elicited a happy groan or moan that made his fingers tighten or flex momentarily, every noise provoking a physical response. His hands moved down from your scalp to wrap around your shoulders and start kneading, and you moaned. Loud. No fucks given.

“Jesus Christ, Adam, please do not stop doing that.”

Adam’s large, wonderful, dexterous hands massaged your shoulders first, then deltoids, then upper back, then rib cage, and you wobbled and teetered depending on where his hands were. You were pliant under his ministrations, and you swore you could hear him muttering something under his breath. Finally, you tipped your head back from his chest and unscrewed one shut eye to look at him.

“Hi,” you said. That was it. That was the best your brain could do. He smirked down at you, tilting his head back in amusement.

“Hey, kid. Get up on the bed before you fall over.” He laughed. He was laughing at you. Again.

You contemplated it for a moment while staring up at him and his long eyelashes. Was he always this attractive, you wondered. Yes, yes he was. But now what? So far, he’d been true to his word, but you couldn’t be sure that he would in the long run. Maybe you were relaxed enough now. Maybe the massage was enough. Maybe you didn’t have to potentially wreck your roommate relationship by whatever it was he was planning to do. But he could, apparently, read it on your face that your brain had started whirring again because he lifted you once more and unceremoniously threw you on the bed. You hadn’t even finished yelping from the surprise of it when he was crawling up in the bed beside you and arranging you on your back. He slid your now very-relaxed arms upwards so they crooked on either side of your head.

“Trust me, ok? Try.”

You didn’t trust him. It hadn’t been long enough, but you were so, so tired. Your brow furrowed again, and you bit into the plump of your bottom lip. He nudged the side of your chin with his nose, and you knew the anxiety crossing your face was clear, you just knew it. Your brain was kicking up again. Fast, fast, too fast. Sliding up beside you, Adam nudged one of his knees in between your legs, and you jumped.

“Adam, I…”

He hushed you yet again, but still gently, and dropped a hand on your stomach, fingers sliding to the side and down until it curled over your hip. His face found the space between ear and shoulder, and those full lips found purchase there. He murmured something against your flushing skin, but you had no clue what it was because that spot, right there, was fantastic. His lips trailed up to the lobe of your ear and then back down again, raising goose flesh in their wake. You sighed against him, a satisfied, almost eager sigh. You tilted your head slightly to the side to give him more room to explore that valley, and he took the invitation raining kisses on the skin that soon gave way to his tongue and finally teeth. You hiccuped at the feel of teeth on skin. You knew he was a fan of marking and bruising - his calling card to the world. “Adam was here.” It almost made you laugh.

Finally, Jesus Christ, finally, you began to relax against him. The stiffness from your aching arms and legs began to recede, and tears sprang to your eyes at how fucking amazing it felt to not have that tightness in your shoulders, your back. Both hands dropped down from where he’d set them to fall on Adam’s shoulders, hips shifted against him and tilted - a decidedly languid undulation matched with a contented sound through parted lips. He glanced up at you then, eyes raking over your flushing skin, watching your lashes flutter open at his pause. The slight dig of your nails into his shoulders drew a thrust from his stuttering hips before he could reign it in. He could not, however, stop the things coming out of his mouth.

“You’re doing so fucking good, kid. Doesn’t that feel better? Told you I was going to take care of you.” All you could do was nod. Yes, it does feel better. Yes, he was taking care of you. But your brow furrowed again because the ache was shifting from arms and legs into your center. The core of you began to throb in time with your heartbeat, and that ache was torturous.

“Adam…” You breathed it out, something of a plea, and he lifted his head to look at you, groaning softly at the look of wanting found there.

“I know. Just let me…” His voice trailed off, and he began to scoot around you – propping himself up on this side, coming up to his knees for balance, both legs caging one of yours to keep it apart from the other. When he had you just the way he wanted, he leaned forward - the bulk of his weight up on the arm so he could look down at you, your face, the length of your body. And look he did. You watched him, through your lashes, as he stared down at you. Canting his head to one side so he could look all the way to your toes.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured - more to himself but loud enough for you to hear. And then, he began to move again, heaving a satisfied hum that you could feel vibrate through his chest.

“Ah sshhhit!” The surprised cry broke from you as two large fingers slid up and down against your labia, the friction from your panties just enough to drag. Instinctively, your uncaged knee drew up slightly, the ball of your foot finding ground in the blanket to give you a bit of leverage to lift your hip - granting more access to the lower parts of you and eliciting an appreciative sound from the looming figure above you. A few passes in, that enticingly long middle finger slipped between the two labia to rub from the tight bundle of nerves hidden there to the slick entrance of your core. When you began to lift your hips to meet his strokes, he cursed.

“These need to go right fucking now,” he muttered and sat up on his knees to peel away the offending panties and toss them away. He turned back to you and just stared. In another life, you’d have shied away from his gaze because there you were naked under him, your breasts swollen high and tight from arousal with pebbled nipples straining the fabric of your shirt, bare legs parted, swelling cunt all on display, and all of you heaving with breath coming in short bursts. In this life, however, you were too lust-rattled and tired to think about how you might look. With no shame whatsoever, he reached into his pants to adjust himself, and you held your breath. He smirked that asshole smirk of his holding your gaze steady as he did it. Adam Sackler was a devious beast, you decided, but you couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the thought of it.

In a second, Adam dropped back down over you and buried his face into the crook of your neck again hiding whatever tortured faces he might be making. You didn’t have time to dwell on that notion, however, when you felt the pads of his fingers find the fount of your slick again. Your own self control wavered. With a gasp, your hips jolted forward against him again, and you began to rock upwards and down with each press and pass of his fingers. The sounds spilling out of you were uncontrolled, frenzied - particularly when he abandoned the long passes for short, tight circles on your clitoris. Your fingers curled into fists in his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it would help. When your hips began to buck and your head pressed back into the pillow, he lifted his head from the valley of your throat to watch you.

“Come on, kid. Quick and dirty this time. Cum for me.”

You nodded your head blindly, agreeing with him that fucking yes, you wanted to. It was right there and he was charging towards it for you. Bless this dirty, dirty man. Every part of you was clenched tightly, terribly tightly - eyes, fingers, toes, knees, hips, core. And then fucking yes, there it was. As the tightness in you exploded outwards, you came with a series of shouts that had him planting his free hand on your chest so he could feel them. He started to talk to you again, punctuated with his own arousal now, riding you through the orgasm the only way he could in this arrangement - with that filthy mouth.

“Look how fucking good you look.” He huffed, heaving a breath against you. “Bet you taste like candy.” You felt the vibration of his low, hungry groan. “Shit, you’re gonna fucking kill me.” He pressed his hand down into your chest just a bit more until your eyes opened and looked up at him. “Time for take two, yeah? Wanna make sure you sleep. Let me taste you.”

The delirium in your head made you question if he was saying those things out loud, and you certainly weren’t sure if that was you nodding your head, but his weight was gone from you so fast there was little doubt that it was definitely you who had agreed, and it was definitely him pushing your thighs apart wider.

Laying himself along the end of your bed, he traced the outline of your labia again with his finger. You looked down to see him gazing into your pussy, pearlescent from your arousal and orgasm. He treated himself first to the taste of your thighs, licking away the sweat and slick that was spotting the flesh and applying a trail of hungry bites to your center. When he finally - FUCKING FINALLY - lowered his mouth to your taste, he groaned loud. The reverberation of it against your already sensitive sex sent a shudder up your spine. Hungrily, he tasted all of you - labia, clit, slit outside and in - and you were never so grateful for a debauched man. His tongue circled and he sucked on your clit until you squirmed. He scooped up all of the slick collecting at your entrance and sucked it down like ice cream with a lascivious moan.

But then you moved, and that drew his eyes open and up along all of the curves of your body. He watched you as you shifted a bit, scooting your hips down closer to him. Both of your hands came down to thread into his hair, and you began to move his mouth against you, and Adam lost his fucking mind. He growled and moaned, digging fingertips into the flesh of your thigh as you brazenly showed him what you liked. You moved him, then, up and down, side to side, and he hummed hungrily with each thrust of your hips as you worked yourself on his mouth.

You were almost there. It was right fucking there, but your brow knit with frustration because you were chasing something that seemed elusive. A pained whimper broke loose from your chest, and you threw your head back against the pillow. Watching Adam devour your pussy should have been enough because, good god, he was beautiful between your thighs. And the hungry look he gave you when you began to manipulate him made your insides pool that much hotter. But still you chased, frustrated, until finally, one of those large hands came to push one leg higher up. On the heels of that came two long fingers sliding into your heat, and your chest shot up off of the bed like you had been electrocuted. A shouted curse broke loose from you as those fingers began to move, pumping in and out, curling to drag against the spongy spot inside. Your trembling fingers curled harder into his hair, and your hips began to dance against him again. Rocking, rocking, rocking…

“Fuck, Adam!” Your chest arched upwards until the only parts of you touching the bed were head, shoulders, and hips – your pelvis punched down low and open for his thrusting fingers. That coil began to tighten again, and you trembled right at the edge of it. Teetering. Keening. Still chasing.

“Goddammit! Say something!”

And oh, thankfuckinggod, he moaned into your cunt, and the vibration of it ricocheted through you and shot you like a slingshot. The force of your orgasm shook your legs, your hips rolled and bucked, and you cried out hoarsely. The new surge of hot and wet that met his lips had Adam reeling a series of hungry, sloppy moans alongside yours. He chased every drop, every taste of it until you’d rode him through the high and had begun to collapse against the bed.

Happy, contented sounds rumbled through your body and you patted his head affectionately - that was the only thing you were capable of currently.

With a chuckle, he crawled up the bed beside you and settled himself gingerly by your side. You watched him move, and your brow furrowed slightly. Did he hurt himself? Was it that bad? What the fuck, man! But before you could think of too many more scenarios, he captured your chin in his fingers and kissed you once, light but enough to impart his enjoyment of you. The tang of you now on your lips had you smacking them blissfully. Man wasn’t wrong. Tasted like candy.

“Don’t think. You’ve got me hard, painfully. Sleep.”

As he talked, he wrapped an arm around your middle and pulled you close, settling your back against his chest so that he could bury his face in your hair. Pulling up the blanket around you both, he wrapped himself all around you and whispered into the back of your neck.

“Sweet dreams, kid.”

Because it had worked. And here you were – sweaty, sticky, sated. And fast, fast asleep.

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Ecstatic Requiem 2

Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin. Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar. Beep! Beep! Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message. Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff? Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

Quickly fingers start to reply his text. Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers? A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep! Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left Warm eyes widen in shock. Me: eh??? theres still more??? Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down. Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself A snort slips out. Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right? Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in. Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin. Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi Skitty <3: ANYWAYS, Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky. Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw. Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho Skitty <3: no A single eyebrow raises in confusion. Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back. Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text. Quickly she texts back. Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`) Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you God, Kotone wants to scream right now. Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen. Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡* Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter. Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward. After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek. God, she feels so lucky to have him. Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses. Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while. “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” --- The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place. Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in. With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her. Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart. Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat. Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter. She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image. She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met. Ah, her face is blushing again. “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him. Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine. Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner. Celebi. The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her. How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death. She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes. Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living. Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought. No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has. Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything. Hands rub up and down her arms. Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night. Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself. “Kotone?” Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen. “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball. Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!” “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake. “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms. Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?” He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.” He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength. “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.” “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?” “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.” “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?” A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region. It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple. “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.” Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance. “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well. Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand. “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter. “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place. Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move. “…bi—” Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound. “…C…e…bii—” That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing. “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands. Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!” Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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truelyconfuzednerd-blog · 5 years

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Homesick~ A Voltron Fanfiction

Keith couldn’t sleep.

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the red paladin, Keith often times just didn’t sleep. He spent his other nights training and reading and sleeping maybe three to four hours after training just to keep his mind alert and awake.

Tonight was different though. Keith had a sense of dread running through him, a current of nervous energy that hadn’t gone away for the last two hours. Try as he might, no amount of training, meditating or laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, was gonna get him to sleep. He groaned as he resigned himself to a sleepless night, he had really been hoping to get some rest, and held up his hand to the sensor pad by his door.

The door slid open with a whoosh that resounded down the quiet halls, Keith’s soft but steady footprints echoed down the empty halls of the castle and he shivered, wrapping the blanket he had brought with him around himself, as he made his way to the control room to see if anyone else was awake.

As Keith walked down the halls he began to zone out, thinking about the last few days. They had fought a huge battle two days ago against the Galra, they had freed the planet they were currently orbiting and just yesterday they had been thrown one of the biggest parades Keith had ever seen in his life. Especially one that had been thrown together in less then a day. Allura, Coran and Shiro had busied themselves talking with the leaders of the planet and negotiating a peace treaty and joining the coalition. Pidge and Hunk had run off with Matt to look at all the little shops and gifts the locals had to offer them, while Keith did what he did best and stayed out of everyone’s way and Lance….

Keith froze suddenly as he thought back to the previous day. He didn’t remember Lance even being there, but he must have been! Keith wracked his brain for where Lance had been that day and froze when he realized that the blue paladin had been standing off to the side, looking as out of place as Keith himself did. He suddenly realized what had been so different about that day, Lance was nowhere to be seen. Usually the outgoing blue paladin was all over the ship, bugging the shit out of anyone who would listen to him but Keith couldn’t recall seeing him that day besides breakfast, what had happened?

Keith shook himself out of his thoughts when he realized that the observation deck and control room were lit up in a soft blue glow that made keith think of a really big nightlight and he frowned. Was there someone in there? It didn’t look like it from where he was standing but he crept in anyway, wrapping his blanket around his shoulders a little tighter.

What he saw inside made him stop and stare in shock and awe. The whole room was filled with a star map of the entire Milky Way. No colours of red and green like they used to tell which planets were allied with them or the Galra, just the soft blue glow of the stars. Keith looked around and frowned when his eyes fell upon the huddled figure in the middle of the room. The green jacket and smooth yet ruffled brown hair told him exactly who it was and yet he didn’t want to believe it.

He started to open his mouth but a sniffle and shoulders shaking as the figure curled up tighter and buried their head into their arms made him stop and hesitate for a second before he heard a soft whisper filling the room.

“I miss you guys so much.” Lance whispered, reaching out a finger to touch the hologram of Earth that was right in front of him. “It was Mamî’s birthday today, I’ve been keeping track so I know how big you guys are getting. I cant believe I’ve been here for so long. I don’t even know if you guys know I’m alive. But I am… I am alive and I think about you guys every single day.”

Keith moved forward as Lance’s voice trailed off into sobs and then in one quick decision he swung the blanket off his own shoulders and wrapped it around Lance as he sat down next to the sobbing blue paladin.

Lance jumped, not having noticed Keith standing there. “Ke-Keith?!” his voice was shaking, tight with emotion. “Wh-Wh-What are y-you doing here?”

Keith shushed him and wrapped an arm around the still shaking boy. “Couldn’t sleep.” he murmured. “Doesn’t really matter. Whats up? You okay?”

Lance nodded, trying to pull himself together, moving to scoot away from Keith. “Yeah, just a long day…”

Keith tightened his arm around Lance and shook his head. “Lance, I heard you talking, you miss your family don’t you?”

Lance froze at the mention of his family and his face fell once again from the stoic mask he had created for himself when Keith walked in the room. He clamped his lips shut and turned away from Keith, not saying a word, but Keith saw the tears starting to shine in his eyes again.

“You’ve been missing them a lot lately haven’t you?” Keith spoke softly, trying his best to comfort his friend the way he could remember Shiro doing to him at the Garrison. “I noticed you weren’t very happy at the parade the other day, and you haven’t been around much today.”

Lance slowly nodded, still keeping his head turned away and keeping his body held stiff, away from Keith as much as he could.

“You know you can come talk to us Lance,” Keith ignored how Lance was trying to pull away, his shoulders beginning to tremble slightly, and gently started to rub circles on the blue paladins back. “We are always here for you to come talk to about anything, or just be there if you need us. Im sure Pidge and Hunk would be happy to hang with you and talk with you, as would Shiro and I.”

“But you guys all have each other!” Lance burst out before he clamped his mouth shut again, looking chagrined at his outburst.

Keith frowned. “Lance you know you are a part of our group right? None of us is excluding you.”

When Lance didn’t respond, Keith grabbed his arm gently and tugged enough to get Lance’s attention. “Come one Lance, look at me please.”

Keith gasped softly when Lance turned to face him a minute later and tears were streaming down the dark skinned boys cheeks.

“Lance please, Keith shifted his weight so he was facing Lance and reached out a hand to cup Lance’s cheek and wipe away a track of tears with his thumb. “Talk to me, what is going through your head right now?”

Lance only hesitated for a second before he opened his mouth and words came spilling out, almost faster then Keith could understand. “Pidge has Hunk and they do tech stuff with Matt and Shiro, Allura and Coran are always doing leadership stuff except when Shiro is training with you and I’m just over here by myself doing what I do best, being alone.”

Keith opened his mouth to protest but he couldn’t seem to get a word in with how fast Lance was going.

“I mean, I'm used to this at home, everyone is always off with somebody else and I get stuck watching the younger kids, thats what sucks about being the youngest-older child of the family. I should be fine with this happening here. Me, figuring out what to do on my own, without anyone else there for me.”

Keith felt his heart drop as Lance continued to talk, seemingly not even taking a breath. Seriously how was he talking so much without breathing?

“But…” Lance’s face fell as he finally took a breath. “At least at home, i saw my family for dinner each night, we watched movies together, we celebrated birthdays almost every month, every day had something. Here it’s just kinda empty, more empty then I thought space could feel…”

Keith watches as Lance breaks off in a sob, glancing back at the hologram still in front of them, casting a blue light on their skin and around the whole room, he gently reached out and was shocked when Lance suddenly turned into him and curled up tighter into himself. “Lance…” he began and paused trying to figure out the best way to say what he wanted to say.

“Lance, why didn’t you say anything?” He ended up asking, cursing his brain for not being good with words.

“I- I d-didn’t wanna bo-bother anyone.” Lance spoke through silent sobs and Keith didn’t hesitate anymore. He pulled Lance into his lap with surprising strength and wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

“You are never gonna bother us to the point where we don’t like you Lance.” He whispered softly, pulling Lance close to his chest. “You are always gonna be our friend and our brother, we could never dislike you and you are never gonna be a bother. I will always be here for you, no matter what, I promise you that.”

Lance stiffened as Keith wrapped his arms around him and for a minute Keith thought he had gone to far but a loud sob suddenly ripped itself from Lance’s throat and he collapsed into Keith’s arms and Keith found himself with an arm full of quivering, sobbing Lance. He was quick to comfort him, one hand snaking up to Lance’s curly hair to gently run his fingers through the dark curls, and the other rubbing circles on his back. He let the blue paladin cry for almost twenty minutes before he noticed the sobs dying down, he glanced down to see Lance curled up with his face buried into Keith's neck and one arm wrapped around the red paladin while his other hand grabbed onto Keith's jacket with an iron grip.

“Lance?” Keith softly asked, brushing Lance’s hair out of his face.

Keith didn't receive a reply, not a verbal one anyway. Lance shifted slightly and whimpered softly into Keith's neck as he slowly fell asleep.

“Get some rest buddy, everything's is okay.” Keith murmured and gently laid back against the control panel, cradling Lance in his arms.

#keith x lance #lance needs a hug #keith is a good friend #whoops i mean boyfriend #voltron

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thepineapplejuicer · 6 years

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Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

(None of the znation character belong to me, only Maren)

I will be posting regularly on my Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/leesh54_C

Part Two:

With dead Zombies around me I was convinced that the group would move on, yet there he was, cruising next to me. "You sure, Miss? Its dangerous out there." he asks again. I glare at him, to familiar with that phrase. The woman next to him offering me a smile. In all honesty I wasn't sure if they were genuinely nice people or just looking for a victim. Either way I wasn't interested in group activities, "Don't worry, sideburns, I can handle myself."

He just frowns and shrugs his shoulders, zooming faster, but slow enough that if I changed my mind he would stop.

I didn't.

I just glanced over to see the three figures, a women and two men, one younger and one older looking me over from the trunk of the pick up. Soon enough he sped ahead until they where out of sight. Thinking of what he said I chuckle to myself, "I am the danger."

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I sit quietly on a dried up fountain, somewhere in New Jersey, Zs beat to a pulp at my feet. The popping of my knuckles sound gruesome, as if they should be broken. My throat clogs up with the saliva I keep forgetting to swallow. I keep getting lost in my own head. I unwrap the bandages around my hands and forearms, laying them down on my jean jacket. Scratchy fabric numbs my finger as I graze it. I glace down at the patch, yellow and white with the logo of a kangaroo.

"This logo is great! This place will be packed in no time!" I remember saying.

"Of course, sweetheart! Who doesn't want to learn how to box?" his voice is different, for some reason I cant remember it being sweet or meaningful. It is distorted, deep and angry, but it doesn't match the memory. Suddenly the memory changes, beautiful beige and orange turn into greys and whites. The sweet sounds of encouragement and laughs turn into shattering glass and pathetic tears. I remember the exact moment my own father's footsteps became my biggest fear.

An empty gym with one member, forced to train day and night.

One member who paid the bills.

One member who got beat close to death dozens of times a week.

The only one who cared enough.

The only one to convince herself she was helping.

I still remember the feeling of his old gloves, the smell of old leather, the rusted brown with 10 year old dreams sewn within the stitching. I still remember the last thing he said to me when I burned them.

His voice was clear as day, but interrupted immediately.

I am pulled back to the abandoned city as an enormous explosion shatters all silence for miles. I swing my head behind me and watch the cloud of smoke rise above buildings wondering what had caused it. I quickly grabbed my jacket and bandages, running the opposite direction.

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Along the rooftops I keep an eye out for cover, sunset will be creeping up on me soon. Its been harder to keep my mind from wondering ever since I got to New York, nothing seemed real. Maybe I am finally realizing that all this....

I jump over the ledge onto a new building, shorter than the last.

All this is pointless.

I stop and take a breath.

You don't live through something like this, the apocalypse, you survive and so far surviving is getting more fruitless for me. I've seen families together, protecting each other, but me? I've lost that long before the outbreak. Love is as extinct as world peace at this point.

I sit down on a fuse box, covered by a rusting green cover.

I chuckle dryly, "I've got nothing to loose."

Feeling this way, it comes with survival, thinking that there is nothing out there but death. God, it's nothing like the movies or games. I can't go one day without asking myself what the point is, yet at the same damn time I'm to much of a coward to pull the trigger. Two years of suffering alone, two years of killing and starving. I've never felt like I had absolutely nothing, but this was it, a human's breaking point. The songs about how strong we are, God were they wrong.

I cant stop laughing as I cry, playing with the mask in my hands.

Our breaking point was just hidden behind all the things that kept us going.

In the corner of my eye I see something black and woven. Suddenly I gasp as I am pulled down.

I turn only to be greeted by a hidden face with heavy hands over my nose and mouth.

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My eyes slowly peel open, breaking the layer of crust that sealed them. A familiar roar of cheering jolts me up and I find myself in boxing gear, my baton next to me. I look down at the black, blood stained sports bra and shorts and then at the clean bandages around my arms and feet. My jean jacket hugging my body loosely. "wake-y wake-y!" a male voice yells over a loud speaker. I look up and see cage bars all around me, through them a crowd of people, standing on the ground and on cars all screaming chaotically. My eyes land on the woman in the corner, face purple from bruises and bursting with cuts.

"In this corner we have the Tattoo Madame!" he drags the name loudly as he points at me. I scrunch my face in a baffled expression, "Tattoo Madame, what?" I mouth, still in awe.

"And in this corner we have Itty Bitty Betty!"

My eyes follow his arm as he points to the woman in front of me, jumping around like an amateur fighter, punching the air. "what the-"

"LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!"

A loud dong sends the crowd into a frenzy and like someone unclipped her leash she catapulted herself toward me. "Whoa, hey!" I grunt, ducking to the side. She turned, and I couldn't tell if her face was permanently angry or me dodging her was like insulting her mother. She came at me again, sloppy but with intense speed. Her footing was wrong and improvised, like a mix of fighting styles, but none of them pairing well with each other. I duck and send her in different directions, trying to buy some time to look around for a way out. "BORING!" the man yells, his voice traveling to megaphones in the corners.

That's it.

I'm sick of dancing.

The moment she comes in for a blow, I offer a decoy punch and launch my bare foot into her jaw, feeling her bone pop out of place against my toes. The crowd gasps and 'oos' in unison, watching her go down.

"It's unbelievable! Incredible! One hit people! She went down with one hit! She didn't even need the Taser! Gents, give it up for our new champion!"

"Champion?" I whisper looking around the cage.

"Who will be her new challenger?" his voice calms down as the crowd does, that's when I yell at him. "What the hell is going on?!" I scream.

He looks at me and smiles, "Really shouldn't have been lost in thought, little girl."

My eyes widen, "Did you knock me out?!"

He ignores me and pumps up the crowd.

"Come on you wimps! Whose going to join this lovely lady in the ring?!"

The crowd goes quiet until one voice blurts out, "I will."

I turn and feel the air leave my lungs, "Sideburns?" I whisper.

He simply winks as the cage door opens. I don't know what his plan is, but I'm ready to run for it-

A loud gunshot stills the crowd and we all turn to the announcer whose head is punctured with a single bullet. Before everyone looks back I turn to see the man from the pick up truck signaling for me to follow. I scoop up my baton and rush out the cage, several people grabbing us. A second gunshot drops a random spectator, spiking fear in the others. I tase those around me, creating an electric shield as I run into the dark street. Some of the men and women come after us. I stop in the middle of the road, refusing to run anymore, but suddenly two light beams blind me, running over those who chased us. I hear a woman's voice, rushed and enraged, "Get in!"

#z nation #10k imagine #10k x reader #murphy #fanfiction #fanfic #z nation fanfic #z nation fanfiction #doc z nation #z nation imagine #10k znation #z nation x reader #pineapple juice original

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