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batrogers · 1 month

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Mangled Wild

Because I am prolific, and because the last like four things I wrote are too mild and I wanted to indulge.

Don't worry about it, @recalled11 knows what I did.

CW for graphic violence/injury and abuse of healing factor. Also on AO3, word count ~1500

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“It’s not that we heal better than others,” Captain said. “We’re simply more likely to be equipped to handle it.”

Sky responded in a tired tone. “I didn’t say I thought we healed better by a large margin, but there’s a lot more injuries we have survived as a group than the average person.”

“I think judging us against a normal person is going to be biased, because we’re also significantly more likely to be injured than them.”

Link fought down a laugh and turned to walk backwards, curious what on earth had gotten the two of them arguing. They weren’t upset; he could see them both scanning the dim area around them, alert and focused on the distance as if for danger... but there had, so far, been nothing in the depths today. They were in a wide open area beneath the Gerudo desert, so far unchanged since he’d been here last months ago.

(Was it months? He could check; he had journal entries to read, notes he’d taken but he didn’t wish to do so right now even as the information came up just because he’d thought of it. Months, yes, although close to a year...)

“We’re also more likely to have multiple injuries in a row.” Sky squinted at something behind them and nodded his head. “Wild, what’s that mound? Do you know?”

Link turned quickly and looked, seeing only mounded darkness at first. It wasn’t red, or shining; it was dark and slow and ragged spikes of zonaite – gleaming in the light, but their internal light was paler and familiary – jutted from its skin.

Because it was skim. It was a sleeping frox. Link held up one hand and waved the other two back, hoping they didn’t (hadn’t) woken it, not yet.

“Wild—” Sky objected again. Captain hissed; Link heard the sound of hand on skin and staggered footsteps.

Heard the Frox huff, and it’s eye snap open.

He’d forgotten how fast they could be.

They’d been thirty, forty feet away: more than its body length. The frox went from sleep to lunging so quickly, he could only get his arms up before—

It didn’t slam into him; it engulfed him, mouth wide open. He splayed out hands and feet immediately, but its bony tongue slammed him against the roof of its mouth and knocked the wind out of him. He gagged on fetid air and slumped.

He slumped into the side of its mouth, and when it’s teeth came down he felt his thigh crush. He gagged on a scream and kicked out with his good leg, trying to drag himself free. The frox shifted, opened its mouth and its tongue swept from one side to the other, throwing him against the far side of its mouth instead. He threw out his hands and pushed back, narrowly escaping another bite. One forearm wedged between teeth, stuck and bruised.

At least it wasn’t his ribs this time. He exhaled, fighting down panic. It had to spit him out. It had to get annoyed, right?

It got annoyed, certainly: suddenly it thrashed its head and Link was thrown from its mouth. He hit the ground, hard, skull slamming into the dirt hard enough to daze him. He struggled towards his feet, hearing screams (Sky and Captain, he thought, screaming his name) and as he half-rose the frox reached out and slammed one massive paw onto his broken body.

Link screamed. His vision burst with colour; his lungs burned. Something wet was in his throat and on his face, and he thought it was about to grab him again while he still couldn’t move, and could barely think.

He wasn’t dying; he’d have had a fairy out if he was dying, but in Hylia’s name he felt like he should be.

At least death didn’t hurt this much.

Something boomed, nearby. The frox swung around violently, hard enough its tail slammed into his side and sent him skidding across the ground. His neck burned; there was blood in his eyes, his vision turning colours even when his eyes were open but the sudden adrenaline cleared enough of his head to focus: he could fix this.

Neck first. He had enough material to fix it. The process was easy, internal. He didn’t need help but it made this easier. It made it so he didn’t have to think about each piece.

It meant he wasn’t quite as aware of his bones as they snapped back into place. Losing swelling felt like ice in his veins, it was so sudden.

Ribs next. Stabbing pain became nothing; dull, aching throbs turned to something more like breathing in mist. He cracked his neck, like a reflex, as if it could distract him from each broke rib as it went back into place, but no. No, he was fine. He’d be fine.

Leg next. He wasn’t haemorraging, not externally. Apparently not internally either, but as he shifted focus he nearly blacked out. Oh, that wasn’t a simple break. He could feel the pieces of bone like knives in his muscle, cutting him even as they sought to fix themselves: shards wedged in muscle and other tissue coming free to reassemble into one, cohesive whole.

It was almost too much. He didn’t realize he was sobbing or screaming at all until suddenly someone was touching his face. He hissed, although the sound was more guttural than that and tried to push their hands away. He didn’t realize he’d put his weight on his bruised arm until it collapsed under him. He dropped, gagging and shaking, and he couldn’t tell what hurt more: his leg or his arm or—

Sky was talking. Sky was saying something, but he didn’t touch him again and Link just put up his good arm to ward him off as he tried to focus again.

It took longer than it should have. It still hurt so badly. He didn’t think there were other breaks; he shifted to his leg, his mangled leg and that slowly faded. His arm followed and as each sorted itself out, he tried to push himself back up.

“Shit, Wild,” Sky begged. He sounded hoarse; like he’d been crying or screaming too. “Don’t move, please don’t move!”

He tried to wave him off and flexed each arm, then twisted his neck again: no pain. He flexed his feet and legs, and it was almost... almost right. Something was still off. He shifted his focus to his chest and back and tried to turn over.

Something – something grated in place, like a knife through the stomach and he collapsed gagging to the ground. He wanted to throw up; he nearly did. Maybe he did. He wasn’t sure; he was sure he was in too much pain to think until he could force it to stop – stop – stop—

Slowly, the ache faded again. He slowly came to again, to Sky and Captain talking.

Well. Sky talking. Captain was breathing hard.

“...nothing’s broken. You’re sure you’re okay? It threw you a long way.”

“Fine,” Captain repeated. “I had a potion. How’s he?”

“I think he’s... I hope he’s gotten it all but he won’t respond to anything I try to say. He tried to move and collapsed once he started turning over, so either his back’s hurt or his pelvis...”

Link grunted affirmative to that and pushed himself over onto his back again. He did know better. He was fine; he would be fine. He exhaled slowly and shifted again, trying to check more thoroughly this time. A healing potion would likely be more effective: it addressed things without him having to think about them but as Captain just proved, they needed them more.

He could handle things himself just fine.

“Are you awake now?” Captain called.

Link raised one hand and closed it into a fist and spread it, checking first before he threw him a thumb’s up.

“Will you let one of us check if anything else is broken before you try and stand up aga...”

He didn’t finish, because Link pushed himself to sitting, quicker perhaps than wise but he was quite sure he was fine. He shifted in place again and stretched out each leg. The memory of pain from his hips lingered, but he didn’t want them to worry. He glanced around, to see the shattered and bleeding back of the frox nearby, and pulled an apple out into his hand to start eating.

“You killed it yourself?” he signed to Captain. “Good job.”

Captain and Sky exchanged dark looks, and Link deliberately took another bite, holding it in his mouth for another moment more.

“I’ll get the valuable parts out of the corpse for later use in a minute.”

#Zelda fanfic #Recalled AU #Recalled Wild #cw graphic violence #cw graphic injury #eaten by a frox #or nearly eaten #just chewed on a little #healing factor #abuse of healing factor #totk #my writing #my friend's boys

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floofanflurr · 10 months

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@just-a-soft-kid want some angst?? You asked and you shall receive!!!!

These are drabbles for Heart on the Table, and take place before the events of my story. However that means that it's just canon Undertale at this point! Meaning you don't need to read Heart on the Table at all to read these drabbles. CW: graphic injury, temporary death.

This is based around the idea that Sans was there when Frisk died, and that Frisk knew he was there.

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There were eyes on them. Frisk could feel them, but they couldn't pay attention. All of their focus was on rolling out of the way of the axes swinging above their head.

Frisk rolled forward onto the ground, dirt and cold snow melting into their sweater as they tried to dodge the sharp metal.

They weren't fast enough, though, and they had to bite back a yelp as Dogamy's axe cut through their side and sweater. It took a second for the pain to register, the metal so cold and sharp that they barely noticed. But then fire raced down the injury and they faltered.

Backed into the corner of the bullet box, and slowed down by the gash through their side, Frisk wasn't able to dodge Doggaressa's next swing.

It came straight at them and tore through their stomach and SOUL. Their skin split open easily, like a knife through butter.

Dying hurt. It didn't matter how many times it happened, it still hurt.

The world was blacking out, Frisk's vision fading, but just before it all ended, they looked up to meet the gaze that they had felt on them.

Sans was leaning against a tree in the distance, his hands in his pockets as he met their gaze with the same smile he always had on.

His back was the last thing Frisk saw as he slowly turned around and walked away.

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Blood gargled out of Frisk's lips as they fell to their knees and clutched at their chest. Their lungs burned as blood filled them and Mad Dummy cackled only a short distance away.

Frisk couldn't stop themself from trying to breathe again, but all that filled their mouth was blood. They couldn't get air and it burned.

They had died so many times to Mad Dummy at this point. They hadn't figured out how to make friends yet.

They would do it, though. They would get past this eventually. Frisk was determined to get past.

As the Encounter around them faded into black, Frisk looked up.

Sans stood there.

He was near the exit that Frisk couldn't get to, half hidden in the shadows. The same blank smile was on his face.

They expected it at this point. Frisk realized a bit ago that Sans was always just around the corner.

They were glad. Even if Sans stared at them with an empty smile and walked away, he was always there.

It was nice to know they weren't dying completely alone.

Sure, no one cared when they died, but maybe they could pretend he did. He was there, after all.

Frisk fell back against the cave wall and tried to take another breath in, only to get burning pain. Hot copper filled their mouth and it was all they could taste as it drowned them.

Their vision began fade to black as blood dribbled out of their lips.

But before they died, they met Sans's gaze and smiled wide.

Sans's grin twitched, and a funny look that Frisk had never seen before crossed his face.

Unlike normal, the last thing Frisk saw wasn't Sans's back. Instead, their eyes slipped closed to Sans standing and staring at them.

#cw graphic violence #cw temporary death #temporary death #graphic injury #Heart on the Table #undertale fanfiction #sans #frisk #hott fic

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wildwren · 2 years

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VALANDIL + PAYING ATTENTION // 01 x 06

for @aadmelioraa

#the rings of power #rings of power #trop #rop #tropedit #ropedit #lotr the rings of power #my edits #my caps #valandil #ringsofpowersource #cw graphic violence #cw blood #cw death #cw stabbing #rings of power spoilers

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goldammerchen · 6 months

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Chapter 2: Sanguíneo

Day 2 @hetahorrorweek, should be dead | monster | eaten alive

Roderich wakes up alone, feverish. The other representatives fight their way out the floor they were confined in (prev, The Dream)

has a bit of retelling of the first chapter ending. edit: added guns to the cw to the fic

#hetahorrorweek23 #zombie au #cw violence #cw graphic violence #cw blood #cw gore #cw cannibalism #cw guns #pruaus #hws austria #hws prussia #hws india #hws america #fanfic tag 🪶

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vaicomcas · 10 months

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Crowstielnatural

Background: This is the preferred order of watching spn where only Castiel and Crowley interactions matter. Enemies to frenemies to friends.

see link for the original idea by @hardlovebeliever. "Since this is only about THEIR interactions, everybody else is furniture and don't have to make sense" and you can fill in the blanks about what could have happened in between episodes.

Previous Episode (A Little Slice of Kevin); Next Episode

Episode 2 (The Great Escapist)

Enemies era

CW: blood and graphic violence

#crowstielnatural #crowstiel #crowly spn #castiel #alternate viewing order for crowstiel only #spn 8x21 #cw blood #cw graphic violence

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paraphysics · 8 months

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❛ 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱. ❜

𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗞. the old truck bed rattled where he dropped like dead weight. With a weak groan, Tom cringed and rolled from his side to his back. His skin glowed in a shower of turquoise light cascading from a light pole looming above. He looked like a ghost with his palm pressed against his neck ; bright red gathering between his fingers and settling around his pallid gums, panting, a glare shaking unsteadily in his half open eyes as he stared up at the light. 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙨. He glowered at the silhouette peering over him. A tendon flashed from his jaw to his temple as he choked out a curse and forced a thick metallic lump down his throat, “ psycho. ”

Tom gripped his keys and slid his elbow back over the pickup’s dust and gravel covered bed to brace himself to sit up. He looked off to the other end of the parking lot, towards the store, beyond a pool of milk spilling across the asphalt — almost opal - like in the moonlight where it mingled with droplets of blood. The building sat silently, completely oblivious to what had just unfolded outside. deaf. 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. This urban oasis was just a tease — there was not a soul in this bowl of dust to answer his cry for help. “ you won’t get away with this. ” Tom panted hoarsely, glaring up at the stranger from his lowered gaze — his head felt too heavy to raise properly.

@savagecowboy.

#cw graphic violence #yee haw.#savagecowboy

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madness-in-the-flesh · 2 years

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Dude the breakup with Jebus fic was intense as hell wtf! As in horror movie intense level and I love it! You think there's a possibility of a good ol sequel to it? 👀

UHWADDA damn, Glad to hear you enjoyed it because I've had A LOT of fun writing and ohhh would you look at that! A sequel! Written right below this ask! what are the odds!

Jebediah Christoff Drabble - 'til death do us part [ #2 ]

GENRE - Romantic

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Toxic relationships, hinted at Manipulation and just plain ol' manipulation, Gore descriptions, cannibalism ( via zombies ), Graphic Violence, Injury, open ending but maybe reader dies??

It had only been a couple weeks since you left your husband. You hadn't been able to file for divorce as of now but you are waiting for a better time, when you could afford such things. Although you did work, You hadn't realized how much you did rely on Christoff for pretty much everything. It was odd. You hadn't really clocked it in your relationship but he was... in charge of a lot of things that you'd started to pick up on over the past weeks. That independence away from him though, made you feel proud of yourself. It was a way to prove to yourself, Him and everyone in-between that you didn't need him in this world as you remembered a co-worker remarking. You totally showed them! Kinda....

The haunting image of how he grabbed your wrists. The way he spoke a soft pet name. Your gut swam with the memory so you opted into going to do something else. Looking around the small motel you were currently staying in. It was simple, Nothing fancy as you couldn't really afford fancy. Just a simple bed and bathroom on the second floor. You'd been eating out a lot for breakfast, lunch and dinner. An unhealthy habit but you had to until you could find a place with a kitchen. Part of your brain could already hear Christoff scolding you, Shaking his head lightly and telling you that you should be looking into more health appropriate foods and you'd argue back that just because it was take out, doesn't mean it's entirely unhealthy but then again. It is Cheap shit. He would have won that little spat.

You paused for a moment. You didn't need to be thinking about him, you should be thinking about yourself! You don't need him to make solidify every little thing for you anymore. You are your own person and you'd be fine. Yeah. Everything will be fine! You nodded as you reassured yourself.

You paused however once you had heard frantic knocking outside your door which made you perk up. With a few quick and careful steps, You went over and opened the door. A pale looking grunt, quivering in fear as they looked around.

" Y-You need to get out of here! " They squeaked, Glancing to the side every couple seconds which cause you to raise a brow. This was... sudden

" Why? " You asked, first thought floating that Christoff was going to do something drastic. You had heard stories about such things, which made you mildly anxious but brushed off. You knew him and as far as you were concerned, He would... never hurt you or anyone. He prided himself of being better than that. However, What caught you off guard was a sudden grab of the hand and drag as the grunt screamed in terror, Footsteps rounding the corner of the motel stairway. You struggled against their grip and they did as you wanted, letting you go: However, they instead rounded the corner and slid into a nearby door. You rolled your eyes, still slightly anxious but decided that whatever was happening couldn't be that bad.

At least, until it wasn't, sighting some strange green monsters chewing on another grunt. Ripping and tearing their body away hungrily and you quickly felt yourself freeze up in horror.

" What the fuck " you barely breathed out, causing one of them to turn to you. Barely reacting as it took a full sprint towards you and it was only then that you realized the things happening around you. How had you not noticed the screaming, the yells for help, the noise in general. Although Nexus city was always noisy: It was never this awful.

You turned and ran, not bothering to try get around the thing or it's friends. You could feel the thumping of your heart, in rhythm with the way your feet met the floor, trying to gain as much distance between you and the thing as possible. You took shallow breaths, mind racing of what might happen now. Why of all times did the end of the world have to occur now, I mean that's what it had to be. A second and final attack of madness to finish you all off. But one questioned still remained: why, oh why, did it always happen to you?

You soon skidded to a stop, hitting the railing as the path came to an end. You looked back as the zombie rounded the corner. You only had one way out of this and swallowed your fear. Climbing over the railing and looked back to see the green monster. They pounced and pushed you off the railing and towards the ground. The zombie got caught of the railing, Struggling to fall down with you but it didn't relent. Reaching and grabbing as you fell.

You made contact with the ground and landed wrong. Your left leg snapped under the sudden pressure and weight. You screamed in pain, Feeling your own leg bend in ways it was never meant to. Bent into a slight L shape from the knee with a sickening crack. Falling to the ground as multiple grunts ran. You cried as tears quickly built up in your vision. The white noise in yours ears built up as pain overtook you but you began to panic and scramble as you watched the thing finally make it over the railing, landing beside you with a thud and a groan. It locked eyes with you as you helplessly crawled over the ground, nails digging into the pavement in hopes of somehow moving yourself faster but it was too late. It already gripped your broken leg tightly and began gnawing away.

You screeched out in as a sharp pain shot through your leg. Teeth met flesh, tearing your own from your body as stuffed it's face with your own body's meat. It was a gluttonous creature clearly, because it wouldn't stop. Digging and consuming as much as it could. You struggled against it but it would not let go. It's grip was iron and jaws clamped down with little trouble. Soon enough you gave up struggling against it, Because it only served to tear your own skin and muscle more. Only making it easier.

Soon you subsided, the pain becoming too much as you huffed. How much blood had you lost? You were starting to feel woozy. A grunt noticed this and seemed like he was debating something, their friend told them to ignore you, but looking between both of you: They just couldn't. They called out, breaking into a jog as they attempted to get to you. They said they'd help and almost did. Kicking the zombie away from you and starting a fight. The zombie pounced back, snarling with anger. It didn't enjoy it's meal being interrupted. This got the attention of more, Glancing over to the grunt's friend as they scrambled over to you and tried to drag you out of there and over the dull concrete.

The grunt who had tried to save you, broke into a scream as more Zed's seemed to show up. Green skin and decaying, the same initiable hunger. They were swarmed by the rest as they rounded the corner: Colliding with him and the other zombie. You could hear flesh tearing from bone, screams and a quick gasp from the other dragging you.

You could feel them shaking, quickly looking between you and the Zed's before breaking into a run in hopes of getting away - Leaving you to your resigned fate. You didn't blame them knowing exactly who was next on the chopping block if they didn't get the fuck out of here.

You guessed you'll never know what it would be like to grow old, to have your body wither away. You recalled that's what you wanted with Jeb. Jebediah, the name was now fresh in your mind as your sobs started up again. You'd never find out what happened to him because you'd be dead: - or worse, one of those monsters that were currently ravaging the now silent corpse of the one who tried to save you. Looking down at your leg, Maybe you knew what it would be like to decay, maybe you would become one of them.

You let yourself fall back and stare up at the Nevadan sky while smoke danced across the sky. Taking in the Noise of the city. Screams orchestrated along with the fire, sirens and the likes of the apocalypse. Smoke danced along the sky, Accumulating in certain spots.

You'd finally accepted your fate but until your final breath, You'd wonder about him. Part of you thinks that if you had stayed with him, It'd have been different. Jeb always knew what to do in these sorts of situations while you were helpless. You remembered how he'd tell you not to " Worry your pretty little head " about it because he'd fix it and likewise, he always did. Maybe you had become too dependent on him. Maybe that's why you were sitting here dying or maybe this was the universe's way of saying " fuck you " for leaving him. Karma as they called it.... Jebediah didn't believe in such things.

How did it all go wrong? You asked yourself as you closed your eyes. Hoping that maybe you could just pretend you weren't there and it wouldn't hurt as much. Retreating into a good memory, only to be interrupted. A shot rang out, But you never saw where the bullet hit. It did, however, catch the attention of the Zed's around the one who attempted to save you. Not all but a few perked up, mainly the ones who were having to push just to get to the scraps of the grunt. The only thing that was left was the some of the left over flesh and bone. Stripped clean of the grunt's body mass.

You could hear more gunshots as your breath began to become more shallow. You felt cold and stiff, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt sleepy. You watched as the rest of the zombies ran, one stopping to loom over you. Preparing yourself for the pain, You grit you teeth. It bent down into your face, meters away. You couldn't feel it's breath which scared you. That meant the thing wasn't breathing, it didn't need to expel carbon dioxide like you. A new wave of tiredness once again washed over you once again.

Although it wouldn't last long as just when the jaws were about to clamp down and tear around your face however such visions would never come. You watched as it's own jaw was shot off by someone else, flying to the side with a scream of pain. Another shot and it was dead, Square in the face and your new saviour was looming over. For a moment, You were taken aback by the halo floating above it's head.

You blinked, vision still blurry but it was slowly adjusting. A familiar face came into view. That of your husband, Jebediah Christoff. Your eyes widened. Had you died? Was this actually a hallucination from blood loss? Could you not deal with the fact you would die, a meal to a monster so your brain tried to make you feel better? You couldn't care less. You breathed out and smiled, tears still welling you eyes as Jedediah's hand reached down, cupping your cheek.

" Jeb " You sobbed, out trying to reach for him. He obliged and picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Whining and sniffling into his neck. You couldn't contain both the overwhelming relief or the terror. Emotions combining into one as you couldn't think of how to convey it and all you could do was let the mixture pour out your tear ducts, voice wavering.

" It hurts.. " you cried, voice cracking as he glanced down at your half eaten leg. He took a moment to stare at your leg. Visually there was no saving it, already having most of the flesh peeled from the bone. Amputation was most likely the safest option as well as an easy way to secure you could not leave him again. However, he was a little disappointed. He had payed the grunt at the door to keep you safe and he failed at that task, Already planning to pay a little visit to them later.

" I know. But your safe now. I'm here. " He spoke, just above a whisper. You weren't really paying attention to your surroundings anymore - All the mattered was that you were with him.

" I'm sorry I left. I won't ever again " You whimpered, trying your best to keep your eyes open. You could feel the two of you were moving now. He seemed to be rushing back, You had no idea where you were. Unfamiliar streets that were now lost to whatever monsters roamed them, Both grunt and agent alike panicking as they scatter around. It was every man for themself respectively at this point.

" I know. Bad things happen when you're away from me. I've always told you that. " He responded with a soft kiss to your temple as you whined, Still trying to not focus on the pain but the adrenaline was wearing off, making it a lot harder to keep yourself conscious. Your eyelids felt heavy, drooping as everything started to move slower. The pain wasn't helping at all either. Part of you knew there was a possibility that if you closed your eyes now, let unconsciousness take you that you may never wake up from this slumber.

However you were happy, Dying in his arms if that were to be the case. So let yourself slip away, subtly hoping that the phrase " 'til death do us part " was nothing more than that. You don't think you could bare leaving him ever again.

#yandere madness combat #yandere madness combat x reader #madness combat #madness combat x reader #cw yandere #cw toxic relationship #cw manipulation #cw gore #cw injury #cw graphic violence #cw zombie

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