#he didn't manage to put up much of a fight that time the first stab punctured a lung and the second nicked a carotid artery

[boredmadamoiselle]

You're losing me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Synopsis: When the 2023 season comes to an end, everything falls down. Including your relationship with Charles.

Warnings: Angst. Charles is a little toxic maybe and an asshole. English isn't my first language, so it probably contains some mistakes. Sorry in advance!

Author's note: Let me know what you think. Your feedback is always appreciated and it is really important for me. If you have any ideas or concepts you want to share and that you want me to write, feel free to send them and I will take into consideration.

How long could we be a sad song 'Til we were too far gone to bring back to life? I gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier Fighting in only your army Frontlines, don't you ignore me I'm the best thing at this party

“And Max Verstappen is a F1 world champion for the third time in a row!”, you heard the speakers saying even if everyone already knew that. 

All attention was on Max and Red Bull but your thoughts were on someone else. Charles.

While Max was celebrating his victory, Charles had lost not only against Red Bull but also against his own teammate. In the end, Carlos had managed to overtake him in the drivers' standings. The same Carlos who had always been one step in front of him for the entire year, who had broken, albeit for just one race, Red Bull's dominance and had dominated during the weekend at Monza, Ferrari’s home race. It was frustrating because he was Il Predestinato, the one who was destined to win and bring Ferrari to success after all those years. But race after race and despite the support of his fans, it seemed to him that it was no longer the case. He didn't even feel the same anymore. He was losing his confidence and was tired to fight when everything and everyone seemed to be against him: his own team, the strategies, the car, his teammate… 

But most of all, Charles was angry. You could barely keep up with him from how fast he was walking. With the helmet still on, he was ignoring everyone, including you and his fans. Something he had never done before. 

Despite his nervousness, he waited for you entering inside his driving room before slamming the door violently. You gasped at it.

You remained silent as you watched him change clothes and you thought about what you could tell him to console him. You didn’t even know if it was a good idea talking to him. What could you tell him in a moment like that to make things better? You knew that whatever you would have said wouldn't have been enough. What could you tell him that you haven’t told him yet? Because it wasn't the first time you found yourself in that situation, that things weren't going well...

You thought back over the past few months. It hadn’t been a good year for him and as a result, your relationship had suffered too. The worse the races went, the more, in fact, he was disappointed and threw himself more into work. When he didn't have to race, he was in Maranello at the factory working on the car and getting ready for the next race. Although you had tried to accompany him whenever you could, you had seen him less and less often. You also didn't feel welcome at the factory as you felt like your presence was bothering him. Scared by that, you had stopped going with him. You know it wasn’t true, that it was only your mind playing tricks on you. Was it?He loved you... you weren’t a burden or a distraction to him – you had repeated to yourself for months. He just needed to focus on his job if he wanted to win. Knowing how much it was important to him, you had put yourself aside and never said anything about it or how you felt. Not even when he didn’t come home for your anniversary because he had to work or when he forgot your birthday. You had remained silent even then, forgiving and justifying him, even though every disappointment and forgetfulness were like a stab in your heart, making you feel less and less important. In the end, it wasn't even worth it.

Although you were sad for Charles, a part of you was happy that the season had finally come to an end and that the winter break was about to start. It was your chance to spend some time together away from everything and everyone. Everything would have gone back to normal, to how it was before. You and Charles would have been fine again. At least it was what you thought… How wrong you were.

As Charles was putting his t-shirt on, you hugged him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. Or at least, you tried. He moved your arms off of you and walked away leaving you paralyzed in the middle of the room. You heard him grumble. 

You felt rejected by the man you loved and who told you he loved you. Because in that moment it didn’t seem like that. 

It wasn’t the first time that you felt rejected. The truth was that you hadn’t felt loved by him for months. 

You wanted to cry but you couldn’t. You had cried enough for him. You had lost count of the nights you spent crying before falling asleep. 

“Charles…”, you managed to whisper than to say. 

He turned to look at you. 

“What… what happens?”

He looked at you in disbelief. “What happens? Weren't you out there? Didn't you see what happened? I lost everything! Here what happened!”, he screamed. “I lost the championship, again! I’m not even vice-champion this time and my own teammate beat me. I’ve been driving a tract for the entire year. Isn’t all this enough for you?” 

As you listened to him, you realized how everything was always about him. He was still talking about the damn season he had, the championship, the car, his teammate… when you didn’t give a fuck about them, not anymore. You cared about you. You and Charles. But it didn't seem to be the same for your boyfriend.

He was still complaining about the season when you stopped him. You had enough. “No, I meant why you moved earlier.”

He turned around looking at you in confusion as if he didn’t understand what you were saying. 

“What… what are you talking about? When?” 

You couldn’t believe it. Was he making fun of you? How could he be so oblivious about everything, about you? Weren't you the woman he said he loved?

“Now when I hugged you and you immediately moved away from me as if you couldn’t stand my touch. Why that?”

Charles sighed and you could see how annoyed he was from your affirmation. Too bad for him that you were tired too and you couldn’t stand that situation anymore. It was time for both of you to clarify it. 

“It was nothing. I didn’t even realize it”, he said turning and giving you his back. 

“You see, Charles, this is the problem. You wouldn’t have realized it if I hadn't pointed it out for you. You never realize anything”, you said. 

“What would that mean? I already said that it was nothing. You're overreacting, Y/N!”

As your patience had reached its limit, you ended bursting out. 

“It was something, Charles! It meant for me. But apparently you simply don’t care enough about me and also about us if you don’t realize how much you’re hurting me, or I should say how I much you had hurt me in the last months”, you yelled at him while your eyes started filling with tears. 

Your words caught him off guard and put him in difficulty. He turned around to face you. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn't do it on purpose. I just have a lot of things on my mind right now. This year sucked…” 

You didn’t give him the time to finish. 

“Stop, Charles! I’ve had enough. Yeah, this season, the car, the team, everything sucked. I know that very well and do you know why? Because I’ve been by your side the whole time supporting and consoling you when everyone and everything seemed to be against you. And despite all this, you managed to make me feel like I wasn’t welcome. The least you could do is not push me away.” With every word you raised your voice more and more, not caring who could hear you from outside. 

“I never asked you to do all those things.”

You looked at him in disbelief. You quickly wiped away a tear that was falling down your cheek. He didn't deserve to see you crying. He didn't deserve you tears anymore.

You wondered yourself who was the person in front of you because that wasn’t the same Charles you knew and loved. There was a completely stranger in front of you as you didn't recognize him anymore.

“Yes, you didn’t but I did it anyway and I don’t regret it, Charles. I'd do it all again because I love you. But…” 

The thought had been tormenting you for months. You had kept pushing it away, trying not to listen to it but it came back stronger every time. You didn't want to believe it was true because it would mean the end of you and Charles. But maybe your relationship had been over a long time ago and you were just postponing the inevitable. 

“But it looks like my love isn’t enough anymore or maybe… maybe you don’t love me anymore, I don’t know. But I know for sure that in the last year you’ve loved your job, the championship and everything else more than me and don't try to deny it because you proved it several times, Charles. And I’m sorry but I'm tired of trying to make this relationship work when it seems I’m the only one who cares about it. I can’t keep fighting for both of us”, you said as you started collecting your things around the room, even the pieces of your broken heart. You wanted to leave that place and everything behind you as soon as possible. You were about to burst into tears. 

“Wait. What are you doing?”, he asked as he realized what you were about to do. 

“Leaving”, you simply said avoiding looking him in the face. You were afraid of the effect it might have on you. 

“What do you mean? The room or… me?” 

Good question. You didn't know it either. 

“I… don’t know. Maybe both, but for now the room for sure. I need some fresh air and... some time.” 

You collected your last things.

You had reached the door when his words stopped you. 

“So is it like this? Just because I've been absent recently or because I didn't win, you break up with me? You know I was working all the time, right?” 

You turned around to face him. All the sadness from earlier had been replaced by anger. You approached him reducing the distance between you. How could he think so low of you?

“Don’t you dare, Charles! I don't care if you're the champion of the world or not. I've always loved and wanted you despite that. And yes, I know you have been working all this time. You know why? Because that's all you've done this year: work, work and again work. If we've reached this point, it's… Do you know what? Nevermind. It’s just a waste of time and I've already wasted it enough. And so did you. I assume you have some work to do or am I wrong?” 

Maybe you had exaggerated with your words but you didn't care at all. You were hurt and angry.

Charles said nothing as you stood looking at each other. 

You weren't sure what you were hoping for. But anything would have been better than that deafening silence that was slowly killing you inside. It felt like the world was ending. For sure something was certainly over between you and Charles. But was it the end for you and him? Or there was still hope?

Your hand was on the doorknob, ready to leave when you turned to Charles. You wanted to see him one last time, to remember the Charles you loved but all you saw was a stranger. 

“You know what, Charles? You were right in the end. You’ve lost everything, including me, us. Good work, Charles.”

And with those last words you left the room and Charles. 

You exited the garage and walked quickly across the paddock hoping no one would have stopped or seen you. 

As you were keeping your head down, you didn't see that Joris was coming in the opposite direction and you collided with him.

"Oh, Joris... I'm sorry, I didn't see you...", you told him.

"Hey, Y/n. Is it everything ok? Where are you going?"

You were avoiding his gaze. If you would have looked at him in the eyes, you wouldn't have been able to hold back the tears anymore. "Away, Joris. I need to go", you whispered as your eyes started to fill with tears again.

"Wait, where? What happened?"

You quickly looked at him before hugging him.

"Nothing, don't worry. Take care of him for me, Joris."

You quickly kissed his cheek and left him there confused as he watched you walking away.

Stop, you're losin' me Stop, you're losin' me Stop, you're losin' me I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore For you 'Cause you're losin' me

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#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 fiction #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc angst #f1

[phonkscribes]

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Right as the they are about to descend off that cliff, thrown off that ledge, you are there. Your arm hauls them up with a certain strength to them, the sinews in your arms flexing. At that moment, they're unable to say a word, too busy taking in the sight of you as you utter your witty line or carry on as if it weren't an issue-- effortless.

Saving the Spardas asses when they don't expect you to. ft. GN! Reader

Dante

He's fallen off of cliffs and such before, whether it was due to a missed jump or simply because he's gotten knocked out of the air. Dante tries to not make a habit out of it, but it's not like he's doing it intentionally. The legendary devil hunter just happens to be a bit less patient than his brother, even after all these years. There's just some things that don't change, like his eagerness to fight demons, even if it scares him. He isn't mortal, he won't die if he's shot or stabbed, there isn't much that could kill him-- like falling and hitting his head. It'd just hurt if anything, but maybe that's something that you didn't know.

Or at least cared for.

A hit from the devil he was fighting has him thrown back with a grunt, the sound is distinct on your ears as you whip around to see his crimson jacket flail in the wind along with him in it. You make another slash at the devils coming after you to go and chase his flying figure. Dante doesn't see you, as he looks up to the sky, thinking about how he's gonna nail the demon good for that one. As he's cast over the edge, you slide on over, an arm extended and catching his ankle as he descends. The sudden grab has him out of his daydream and curling up to look at... you!

You were a couple of yards away, how did you get here so fast? He could only watch as you used your other hand to start pulling him up by the leg as you swung him up back to the edge where you were. You almost fell in your self as you groan.

"Next time you take a swan dive, do it at the pool, yeah?", you huff, patting his leg as he got to his feet.

"Only if you're watchin' me, babe", he winked as he reached for Ebony & Ivory.

You could've slapped him, you really could've. Dante only chuckles at the way you frown for a moment before you go back to fighting, rolling your shoulders as you go. It's pretty hot, he thinks. The half-demon's glad he's got someone as strong as you are on his side, something that comforts him really, knowing that you've got his back.

Vergil

Falling doesn't scare him, he's done it before, but it's where he'll end up that tends to make him feel something other than adrenaline when facing his enemies. The first time he descended, it cost him his freedom, the last time he went to hell with his brother. Now it felt like a slight, a mistake made and he doesn't quite like those. The devils he was fighting now on behalf of joining Dante's little business were putting on a fight for once, with one of them even managing to knock him back a good distance. He had misjudged that and felt himself lose his footing on solid ground.

You'd seen him tip over the edge and in an instant you were rushing to his side, not that you were too far. With your devil arm, you dug into the side of the ledge and anchored yourself as you grabbed his arm. He had only stared in awe, shock that quickly subsided as he glowered. He was not one who needed saving, quite the opposite, even as you threw him over the edge to resume the fight.

Such raw strength... in a mortal, none the less. It was... curious. Where did such power come from, he had to wonder after he had dealt with your foes with a few judgement cuts. You managed to pull yourself up, rolling over onto your back with a long sigh.

"Thank you for that, though it was unnecessary", he had commented, looking at your prone state.

"You're welcome, you oughta watch your step next time", you joke as he offers a hand to help you to your feet this time.

"It will not happen again, I assure you", he says it with such a straight face, but you can tell that he's the slightest bit embarrassed.

Nero

You had just finished combing through your share of enemies, flicking your weapon to the side to clear it of blood as you look off into the distance. Nero was holding up well with Red Queen, revving her engine and ripping and tearing into the devils seamlessly. You could often admire how fluid he could be, like a duck bobbing and weaving through water. He looked like he didn't need your help, so you'd sit back and watch. Through the demons that surrounded him, he could feel your eyes on his back.

Nero would be lying if he didn't enjoy it when you were watching him, because in truth he had admired you too. Your skills and finesse were so badass and he hoped that maybe you thought of him like that too instead of how his uncle and father had seen him. Sure it wasn't too serious when he'd been called 'dead weight' but... it stuck with him. He wanted to prove that he could stand on his own two feet without needing their help, or yours for that matter. Ironic given his current circumstance. Nero had taken his eyes off of his opponent at hand to spare you a glance, spotting the fondness in your eyes and feeling a bit of color come to his face.

"Woah!", he'd been shoved, having nearly dropped his sword to steady himself, reaching a hand behind him to push himself back off the ground. Only to find that there was none supporting him.

You jumped in just as quickly as he was about to fall, appearing in front of him and grabbing the front of his shirt just as he was about to fly. You bring him in and step back, as he just looks at you for a second.

"... You do know that I would've been fine right?", he asks instead of saying thanks, a small smirk playing on his face as you stare at him for a second. Air hike... right.

"Would you rather I let you fall?", you're quick to respond as he just scoffs, shaking his head as he resumed where he left off with the devil.

He wasn't expecting you to be there, but he's glad that you care enough to come rushing for him like that. Next time he'll be the one saving you.

#phonk scribes #dmc imagines #devil may cry imagine #gender neutral reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda & reader #vergil sparda x reader #vergil sparda & reader #nero sparda x reader #nero sparda & reader #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nero sparda #dmc x reader #dmc & reader #can be read as platonic or romantic #fluff #[ all my readers be strong and buff ] #[ raaaaaaahhhhhhhh ] #[ i saw this one clip of nero rolling off and falling and got inspired ]

[invidiia]

Can you do yandere Sigma?

꒰ yandere sigma x reader headcanons ꒱

notes ; HI yes, i can!! i love sigma so much i was excited to write this!! thank you for requesting, have a good night!!

warnings ; kidnapping, murder, yandere themes, stalking, obsessive "love", unhealthy relationships, death, red flags but its fine, i don't condone yanderes outside of fiction

⋆ he probably met you at the casino, considering he probably doesn't leave a whole lot

⋆ the moment he met you, he was constantly over your shoulder or watching you from afar. if you or anyone else noticed it and/or called him out for it, he'd just say he didn't mean to get so close, and that he was just watching over his customers. it was reasonable, seeing as he was the manager - the perfect excuse.

⋆ he isn't too good for stalking, either. if he can't just happen to be in the same place as you at the same time, he's on the cameras, looking across all the screen monitors in the room for your figure. he even has audio on the cameras - so technically, he has eyes and ears everywhere, too.

⋆ every game you end up almost losing in, he steps in to point out a minor rule that was broken, or a mistake in the game's initiation. somehow, you've won just about every game you took part in.

⋆ as patient as he is with you and other people, every time he looked your way when you won a game, he also looked at the customer who lost, eyeing you with annoyance while the grip on their card tightens in the slightest.

⋆ at first, he would try to get rid of them. but there were just so many flaws. if he killed them, he'd have to worry about covering up his tracks. even he isn't ready for that kind of disaster! just imagine sigma trying to cover up evidence of murdering someone. it would be like leaving behind bloody footprints while he mopped the blood the blood in front of him. there's no WAY he wouldn't screw up! well, that's what he thinks. he could probably get away with murder, especially if he contacted someone else, like fyodor or nikolai. but even so, they might not be of help ..

⋆ i think sigma would kidnap you fairly early, instead of waiting to do it. customers could get violent, and plus, you're not going to stay at the casino forever, so why not just save the two of you some time and a fight, and put an end to potential problems?

⋆ sigma would understand if you don't like it. he also doesn't like depriving people of their freedom, but all his other options could risk in you getting hurt. can't you see he did it for a reason? he didn't wanna do this, either!

⋆ one thing he'll never do is starve you. he sees no reason you should be denied food, since it was a basic human need. the only starving happening in the casino would be of your choice. at first, he leaves you to eat the food he brings you alone. best to give you your personal space, considering you were probably a little upset upon being kidnapped. if you chose not to eat the food, for whatever reason, like fear of poison or just out of spite, he likely won't notice for at least two days. i mean, he was bound to find out..

⋆ upon realizing you aren't eating the food he brings you, sigma will probably stay with you. but i can kind of imagine him feeding you himself when you refuse, and by that, i mean shoving it down your throat while sweetly telling you it's fine and you should just cooperate. he's SO sweet !! /sar

⋆ OH and he gives you gifts!! he figured he should probably give you things you might want, or opportunities to pick up safe, new hobbies if you're gonna be stuck there with him! it's good to express to him what you want to do, because he'll get you them the next day! if you ask to pick up sewing, knitting, or even crochet, he'll immediately say no. all of those have potentials to be weapons - even if you don't plan to use them against him, he just can't risk getting stabbed with a dull knitting needle!

⋆ lastly - if you were to ever escape, you'd probably be found immediately. he could probably try to get fyodor to help, and fyodor would probably rope in nikolai. so there isn't a huge chance of escaping successfully unless you never show your face around yokohama again. even then, you STILL might get caught!

#yandere sigma #yandere sigma x reader #sigma x reader #sigma bsd x reader #yandere sigma x reader bsd #klya..requests #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader

[holyfuckthisfishcandrive]

For Zolu Week hosted by @zoluevents Day 1: Thriller Bark What if?

Nothing happened at Thriller Bark once they defeated Moria. Nothing at all.

But when they woke up, while Luffy discovered that he was doing surprisingly well, Sanji freaked out.

"Where is he?" he cursed, stumbled to his feet and ran. Luffy looked around. Zoro was missing. The area looked a lot more wrecked than he remembered.

"What happened?"

Usopp's voice shakes as he speaks of a man with paws, an order to take their heads and and explosion in his palm. The others nod. None of them know what happened after though. They don't have time to theorize before Sanji's voice cuts through the air, yelling for Chopper and - Luffy is no stranger to blood. He's grown up fighting tigers in the jungle, getting beaten and getting up again. He's only been a pirate for a couple months but he's seen people - and people includes himself, if he's honest - get stabbed, impaled, cut open, electrocuted - Many things. People can bleed a whole lot. And even with a lot blood outside of their bodies they can live.

However, Luffy doesn't think he's ever seen someone bathe in blood. Because that's what it looks like Zoro has done. It dyed his hair, coated his skin, dripping and hardening. It was impossible to tell where it was coming from. Zoro hung over Sanji's shoulder like a dead weight. Chopper scrambled over, yelling at them to get his medical supplies, Franky took Zoro from Sanji, who immediately slumped onto the rubble, too exhausted to keep moving. Lola and her crew were celebrating. They stood in the sun and laughed and cried, feeling the sun on their skin for the first time in ages.

The party was  wonderful. If Luffy blocked out that neither Zoro nor Chopper were there, because Zoro wasn't waking up and Chopper was performing surgery. At some point he left to the quiet room they had turned into a makeshift hospital. He saw Chopper leaning over Zoro, tools and equipment scattered around him. He saw a lot of red. The blood bags that were trying to pump more back into Zoro. Luffy stepped into the room, circling around to sit across from Chopper. Zoro's chest was open. Skin held in place by clasps. Luffy has butchered animals but he'd never looked at anything's organs like this. The movement, how wet all of it was. Squishy. Luffy took Zoro's hand and watched Chopper stitch him up, put him back together from the inside out. Various people stopped by at some point or other but Luffy barely registered them. His focus was only on Zoro. On the wounds that didn't make any sense. It still took him too long to realise why the room suddenly seemed far too quiet. Chopper was already panicking by the time he did. As Chopper tried to get Zoro to breathe again, Luffy readjusted his grip around Zoro's wrist. He knew where to find Zoro's pulse. He'd felt it first in that little dinghy, late at night, and many more times since then. He couldn't find it.

"Zoro?" Luffy whispered. "Zoro, wake up." He could barely hear himself over Chopper counting chest compressions, pressing onto Zoro's ribcage with so much force the bones creaked. "You need to wake up."

Five minutes.

It took five minutes for Zoro's heart to start beating again. Weak, barely there under Luffy's thumb. But he was alive. Chopper sobbed. Luffy managed to tear his eyes from Zoro's pale face to Chopper, crying and exhausted.

"I don't-," Chopper managed, cut himself off and sniffed. "I don't know what to do! He wasn't breathing! What if-? I don't know if I can fix this!" He didn't meet Luffy's eyes.

"You have to."

It took five days for Zoro to wake up. On the seventh they left Thriller Bark behind. When Luffy had confronted Sanji a second time, he'd gotten all cagy and claimed that it wasn't his story to tell, so Luffy stuck by Zoro's side, hoping that he would talk. He didn't.

And then everything came crashing down.

-

It took several years for Luffy to think about Thriller Bark again.

It was a humid night, quiet, though Nami had predicted a storm by morning. Everytime Luffy closed his eyes he saw Ace. Heard his laboured breathing in the silence, felt his blood on his hands, smelt his burnt flesh - He stumbled out of the bunk and onto the deck, drinking in the night air. His eyes landed on the crows nest. There was a low light still burning. Who's night shift was it even?

Without caring about actually remembering Luffy climbed up.

"Captain," Zoro greeted when he made it up.

Luffy stumbled over to him and let himself fall into Zoro's arms. Any of the crew would have held him, but he was glad that it was Zoro. Zoro didn't ask any questions. He was just there, warm and solid and breathing. Luffy closed his eyes and buried his face in Zoro's shoulder.

He wasn't sure how long they sat there before the world felt real again. Before Ace was back to being that ache in his chest, but no longer cutting off his air.

"Zoro?" Luffy broke the silence. He didn't wait for a response. He knew Zoro was listening. "Promise me you'll never try to die for me."

The waves crashed against the Sunny's hull deep below and now that he was fully aware of his surroundings again Luffy could feel each of his nakama sleeping soundly.

"I'm sorry," Zoro said. "But that's one thing I can't do."

Luffy pushed away from him.

"Promise me!"

"I can't."

"You have to! Promise me you'll let me die if it means you live!"

"I'd never."

"Then it's an order!" Luffy burst out. The ache grew bigger again. "Captain's order! You're not allowed to die for me!" He jabbed his finger in Zoro's chest.

"I'd rather mutiny. Luffy, you don't know what you're asking of me-!"

"Yes, I do!"

Zoro shook his head sharply.

"You can't die for me! You need to become the world's greatest swordsman still!"

"You need to become the Pirate King!"

"If I die then maybe I just wasn't good enough! I don't care!"

"If you die than none of this matters anymore! It's not that simple anymore! You need to become the Pirate King. And I'm going to be by your side when you do. I'll be your swordsman, the best in the world. I'm going to get you to the end of the Grand Line, whatever it takes! Because if I can't do that that defeating Mihawk won't mean anything. What kind of swordsman would I be if I can't even protect my own captain!"

For a long moment the only sounds were the waves again as they stared at each other.

"You… You tried to," Luffy realized. "You tried to die for me."

Zoro nodded ever so slightly.

"When? Where?" Luffy demanded.

"Do you remember Thriller Bark?"

Oh.

Suddenly he felt ill.

"Zoro. What happened when Kuma came?"

In his mind's eye he saw blood, blood, blood, organs behind cracked ribs, busted knuckles - such an odd injury for a swordsman -

And Zoro, never one to lie to his captain, spoke of a bomb, an offer, a self sacrifice he'd cut off and a bubble of hurt.

"You died," Luffy whispered. He thought of the stillness under his thumb, Chopper's tears and desperation -

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Luffy shook his head.

"Captain's order. You're not allowed to die before I do. You're just not. You can't."

#ZoLuWeek2023 #zolu #luzo #my writing #the formatting got a little messed up for some reason #but like.... thriller bark huh #also managed to miss the tense jump but... im not fixing that

[ghostreblogging]

I have this new au I can't forget about. So I just read this post about Danny accidentally making cults. So what if when he is in the past, he accidentally makes artifacts.

Danny was not okay. He was lost in an unknown time, in an isolated village. But the good thing is the villagers were actually nice to some weird kid with superpowers, heck they even offered to build him a house, but he declined since he wouldn't stay too long.

He was toying around with his ice powers when he noticed a little girl watching him. He smiled and offered to make something for her.

" Really? I don't really mind anythig" So he made a flower for her. He decided to put more effort and made it so it was always a little bit colder than room temperature.

The girl smiled brightly and ran to show her flustered parents who were thanking him .

-_-_-_-_-_-

"Our god left to fight against the tyrant ten years ago" a lone woman stood on a raised platform. There was a crowd forming.

"He never managed to end the tyrant , but he banished the tyrant from our land and continues to fight, for us and for everyone." She continues with "He is a kind god of doorways, he came to this humble village as a traveler. And he fought off great demons that had plagued us"

A huge crowd was formed. It consisted of her village people and travelers.

"Before he left , he gifted us a sacred artifact." She held up a beautiful ornate flower. She continued on giving her speech.

She did this everyday. And soon a cult was formed for phantom the god of reincarnation, death and rebirth.

She would continue and be remembered as the first head priestess of a cult that will survive countless wars and attacks.

The survival of the cult was the powerful sacred artifact. At first they didn't know the flower held such power, the only interesting fact was no one seemed to be able to melt or break it and it was slightly cold. But still, this was something their god gave them so they prayed to it everyday.

But one day the bandits came. They had no weapons and no ways to defend themselves. The children cried, and the adults fought for their lives.

But they weren't trained so they were fought off and the bandits came to the church the people were bunkered in.

When they finally broke open the doors, the head priestess attacked. She didn't know what she was doing, but she knew she had to atleast try for the children.

She held up the sacred flower and used the sharp point of the stem to try and stab the intruders. But she didn't have much skills in combat and was overwhelmed.

When hope seemed to plummet, the flower in her hands glowed. She desperately tried to fight and to answer her call a big ice spike had skewered the bandits.

All those days of prayers had enhanced the flower. The ectoplasm in it had been molded so it could be used to possess the powers as their patron god. And its fuel source had been the blind hope and the priestess's willpower.

They had used the powers of the sacred flower to expand their cult, and they fully gained control of their valley surrounded by tall mountains.

And every head priestess was chosen by the flower. Only those worthy to use the artifacts claimed ownership of the title.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #danny phantom au #is this done yet? #danny phantom headcanon #yes the first priestess is the little girl #i recently daydreamed this up after the post about Danny's cult #Danny's little flower he made for a little girl #was turned into an artifact because of the ectoplasm in the flower being fed by their hope and will power #the flower grants the priestesses ice powers

[highreevess]

The Marsh

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of rape, disposing of a body, unprotected sex, sub!reader dub-con, choking, outdoor sex, knife play, blood play, pain play, a bit of fear play.

Summary: Rafe catches the reader standing near the marsh, mere feet away from where he dumped a body just a few moments ago. Scared that she saw what he did, he heads for her and tries to kill her, but he soon finds that she is worth quite a lot more alive than dead.

Word count: 3,564

"Just. Fucking. Move," I hiss through gritted teeth as I drag the body below me further toward the alligator-infested water. Though my boyfriend, Johny, was never buff or tall, he sure weighs a ton. It feels like I'm pulling a fucking whale.

But, it's worth it. Because if I don't get Johny into the water, I'm going to jail for murder.

Even if the little fucker deserved it.

Letting his body fall into the mud below me, I place my hands on my knees and intake a series of breaths. God, I need to work out.

Once I catch my breath, I reach down and grab the ends of the trash bag my boyfriend's chopped-up body is in. I bend my knees and begin pulling again.

Thankfully, I am only about ten feet away from the water, so I manage to get to it without having to take yet another break.

Though it would have been much easier to just drive my boyfriend's car close to the water, it wouldn't have been smart. Not only would I have left tire tracks in the mud near the marsh, but I would have gotten mud on the car as well. If someone were to come across the body of Johny, then the cops would be called, and they could easily trace the tire tracks in the mud to Johny's car. And though that would not convince them of my guilt alone, it would sure as hell make me more of a suspect. After all, the first person suspected of murder is always the lover of the victim.

But I would hardly call this piece of shit a victim.

If hitting me wasn't enough, cheating on me was. This little fucker thought because I didn't leave him after he hit me, I would let him fuck another bitch—my sister of all fucking people.

Boy was he wrong.

I'm no Lana Myers, but killing him was fairly easy. He was drunk on beer—fucking lightweight—and I just slit his throat with the butter knife that was on the table. He didn't die from that because a butter knife doesn't cut deep, so I had to grab a butcher knife from the kitchen. He tried to fight me, but because he was highly intoxicated, he could barely walk straight, let alone win a fight.

I stabbed him in the heart with the butcher knife and then cut his body into little pieces before tossing him into a black trash bag. Then, I put that bag into another one and that one into another one.

Once I was sure that the bags would hold the weight of his body and wouldn't leak, I began cleaning the apartment. Because he had hardwood floors, I was able to clean his blood with ease. Once I cleaned up all the blood with rags, which are currently in the garage bag I'm pulling, I mixed bleach and water together before pouring it onto the surfaces that were covered in blood. I let that sit for twenty minutes before wiping down the surfaces again. Once that was done, I grabbed the trash bag filled with my boyfriend and hauled it downstairs and into the trunk of his car.

And now, I'm here, knee-deep in the water of the marsh, looking around me so I do not become a gator's next meal.

I pull at him one final time, and the trash bag finally falls into the water. I quickly move to the other side of it and push it further into the water. Once it's about eight feet away from the shore, I get out of the water and go back to where I was before.

I watch the water for a few moments to make sure that the garbage bag does not somehow float back to the shore. I don't know what my boyfriend's body fat percentage was, but it's very likely that the trash bag will float instead of sink. Johny wasn't a fat man, but he wasn't fit either, meaning he probably has enough fat on his body—what's left of it—to make him float in water.

After a few minutes of watching the trash bag in the water, I check the time on my boyfriend's phone. When I see that it is about one in the morning, I smile and toss his phone into the water. I take a final look at what remains of my boyfriend before turning around and walking away from the water.

I make my way away from the mud that I stand in and head for the road near the marsh paved by gravel. Unfortunately, I had to park my boyfriend's car there because there was no way I would've been able to lug his body to the marsh from the road paved with cement. It's over a mile.

I have the gravel on my boyfriend's tires, so I'll have to change the tires either today or tomorrow in case his body is found. If his car is traced back to the gravel near the marsh, I'll be made a suspect.

My thoughts about tying up loose ends cease when a large, warm hand covers my mouth. My eyes widen, and a scream leaves my lips in shock, but the large hand on my mouth muffles it.

My arms immediately flail, and I try to jerk my head out of my assailant's grasp, but it's no use. The person behind me is strong and agile.

My assailant encircles his arm around my waist and pulls me away from the gravel road we're on and toward the marsh. I flail my arms and kick as best I can, but my attempts are futile.

After a few moments of being dragged toward the marsh, I am turned around and shoved into a tree, the left side of my face getting roughly smashed into the bark.

"What did you see?" a deep voice snarls into my ear.

My eyes widen at the man's words, and my eyebrows furrow. I'm the one who just dumped a body into the water, and this unknown man is asking me what I saw?

I try my best to speak to the man behind me, but the hand over my mouth makes my words muffled and incoherent.

I flail my arms around in an attempt to silently tell him to take his hand off my fucking mouth, and eventually, he understands. He leans in and whispers lowly into my ear, "Don't bother screaming. No one will hear," before removing his hand from my mouth.

Intaking a small breath, I answer, "I didn't see anything. Now, let me go, asshole." A person who just saw someone do something bad would not insult them, so my insulting him might make him believe my words.

"And how do I know you aren't lying?" he whispers into my ear, his slightly frantic tone gone.

"You don't," I snarl. Though showing him the garbage bag filled with my boyfriend's remains would assure him that I won't go to the cops for whatever he thinks I saw, it would give him leverage over me. Not only could he get me arrested, but he could use my crime against me in other ways.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you," he snarls, and I roll my eyes. Snarling at him, I lift my foot from the ground and stomp it down on his own, causing a groan to escape his throat. I then elbow the man behind me in the gut, which gives me just enough space to turn around so I can face him. "Because you can't. Go home before you embarrass yourself." I just butchered my boyfriend for cheating on me; if this idiot thinks I won't snap his neck and throw his body in with Johny's, then he's mistaken.

His light eyes narrow at my retort, but he doesn't seem angry, and he should considering I just hurt him.

"You're a feisty thing, aren't you?" he asks, his eyes trailing down my body. My eyebrows furrow at his words. "Excuse me?"

Meeting my gaze, his eyes narrow, and he takes a step forward, but this time, he isn't trying to hurt me. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in the marsh this night?" Eyes trailing down my body again, he continues, "alone. Unprotected." His hand raises, and he begins to trail his index finger down my chest, which is only covered by a thin top that hugs my body.

"I think we can come up with a way for you to earn your freedom," he tells me, the corner of his lips kicking up.

My eyes widen at his implication, and I slap his hand away. "Are you fucking insane? I'm not going to let you fuck me. You want to get laid? Hire a hooker. I'm not one," I scoff.

"Then you die," he simply says, and I scoff again. "You do realize blackmailing a woman into sex is rape, right?" I ask, tilting my head to the side just a bit. I may have just butchered my boyfriend, but murder and rape are two very different things.

"That's if you don't enjoy it," he counters, the corner of his lips kicking up.

"Enjoyment isn't consent."

"Physical enjoyment isn't because that isn't controllable, but mental enjoyment is. You can't control that," he says, taking a step closer. Our chests are pressing together now, and I have to crane my neck upward to meet his gaze. I don't know how tall this man is, but he's at least six foot two.

"And what makes you think I would mentally enjoy being blackmailed into sex?" I ask, almost laughing at the idea.

He shrugs. "You never know until you try it." I go to say something, but my words are cut off when the man in front of me grabs my chin in between his fingers. "Make your choice."

"Fuck you."

He smirks. "Good choice."

My eyes widen when I realize what he means, but before I can say something, I am turned around and shoved into the tree I was against just a few minutes ago. One of the man's hands is around the back of my neck, whereas the other one is sliding up my thigh until it reaches under my skirt. He toys with my black panties before sliding them out of the way.

I go to say something, but when I feel him press his fingers against my clit, my mouth gapes, and a breath escapes my lips.

He begins rubbing tight circles into my clit, and my hands move to grab the bark of the tree I'm against.

"Still don't want me?" the man behind me asks, chuckling lowly into my ear.

"I don't want you."

He chuckles again and says, "Then why are you getting wet?" I feel two fingers slide inside of me, and a gasp escapes my lips. I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip to stop the sounds that threaten to escape my throat.

But when he curls his two fingers inside of me, a moan slips free, and I hear him chuckle. "Thought you didn't want me?" he taunts into my ear.

"Shut up," I snarl, embarrassed that I'm enjoying this, and not just physically. He just chuckles into my ear and says, "You want me?"

I want to say no, but I haven't been fucked good in over a year. Johny lasted three minutes at most and couldn't find the clit if I gave him a map and a G.P.S.

"You want me?" he repeats, his lips grazing the lobe of my ear. I ignore him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my answer. He knows my answer is yes. That's why he's asking me. That's why he's still touching me.

"It's okay," he says in my ear, removing his fingers from me. "I already know you do." I go to turn around but stop when I feel something sharp at my neck. I gasp when I realize that it's the sharp end of a blade.

"Don't worry," the man behind me whispers. "I'll only cut you if you're bad." I hear something unzip, and before I can even figure out what the sound is, I am impaled on something big and hard. A gasp escapes my lips because of the stretch, and the man behind me laughs darkly in my ear. "Don't worry. It'll fit."

He roughly works his way inside of me, giving me little time to adjust to his large size, and I find myself digging my nails into the bark of the tree until my fingertips bleed.

"Fuck you're tight," he groans, grabbing my hip with his free hand. "Can barely fuckin' fit."

"Shut up and fuck me," I snarl, rolling my eyes. Though his dirty talk is turning me on, I want to get fucked more than I want to hear it.

I feel a small burning pain in my neck, and I gasp. It takes me a moment to realize that he cut me with the knife he has at my throat.

"Watch your tone," he snarls lowly into my ear.

Digging his fingers further into my hip, he begins picking up the pace of his rough thrusts, pulling out and impaling me on his long, thick cock over and over again.

His rough thrusts also make it harder for him to stop the blade from cutting into my neck, so every few seconds, he nicks me with the knife, but I can't even find it in myself to care. The little pricks of pain only make the pressure coiling in my stomach stronger.

"Touch yourself," he demands roughly. My eyes widen at his dirty request, and I turn my head so that I can meet his gaze. My neck is cut with the knife when I do, but I barely even notice.

When I meet his gaze, I find myself finally taking note of his features. Though it's dark, I can still make out his light hair; it's either light brown or dark blond, and I can make out his eyes, which are light as well—blue or green. I also make out his perfectly shaped lips, which are more inviting than they should be considering he was threatening to kill me ten minutes ago.

"I said touch your fucking cunt," he snarls, and my eyes widen at the harshness of his tone. "Don't think I won't hurt you if you defy me," he threatens, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that he means it.

So, swallowing, I remove one of my hands from the tree and bring it downward. I reach between my thighs and feel just how wet I am before pressing my fingers to my clit. I begin to rub tight circles into it, and a moan escapes my lips.

"Good girl," he says.

My eyes flutter closed at the praise, and my head falls back into the man's shoulder. "Fuck."

He chuckles, and I feel something move against my neck. When I open my eyes, I see him with the blade that was at my neck in front of his face. He laps up the blood on it with his tongue, and my pussy clenches at the sight.

When he sees my gaping mouth and wide eyes, his head tilts. He smirks before grabbing my hair and smashing his lips to mine. He forces his tongue into my mouth and makes me taste my blood. And I moan when I taste it.

He smiles against my lips and continues kissing me, using his tongue to explore every inch of my mouth.

Once he finishes tasting my mouth, his lips leave my own and glide down to my jaw, where he leaves skilled, bloody kisses.

I crane my neck backward so I can give him better access to my jaw, and he smirks against my skin when I do.

Slowly, he works his way away from my jaw and down to the skin of my neck. For a moment, he just kisses the side of my neck, but once that moment is up, he decides to move to the front of my neck, which is where all of the cuts from the blade are.

When I feel his lips come close to one of the cuts, I try to back away, but he just pulls my hair and forces my head and neck to stay where they are.

He licks a stripe across one of the cuts on my neck and laps up the blood, groaning as he does so. "Fuck you're sweet," he tells me, closing his lips around one of the small cuts. He begins to suck on it, and for a moment, I don't understand why. But when he groans and says, "So fucking sweet," I realize that he's trying to suck out more of my blood.

I know I should be disgusted, but I'm not. The only thing I feel in this moment is lust and a need to cum.

And he's not fucking me as hard as he was a few moments ago because he's too preoccupied with my blood, which makes me whine against him. "Please," I beg, touching his cock with my fingers. "Harder."

He leaves my neck and cranes his neck forward so that he can look at me. "You want me to fuck you, little one?" I immediately nod my head, and the corner of his lips kicks up. "Ask, and you shall receive."

Dropping the blade he has to the ground, he grabs both of my hips with his hands and shoves my front into the tree. He gives me no warning before he increases his pace and fucks me with enough strength to force me to hold on to the tree in front of me. "Oh God," I breathe, burying my face into the bark.

"Take a deep breath," the man behind me orders, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion, but I obey. Once he hears me intake a deep breath, his right hand leaves my hip and wraps around my throat, his fingers digging into my neck hard enough to stop me from breathing.

My eyes widen when my air is cut off, and I instinctively reach up to remove his hand from my throat. He just laughs at my attempt. "Don't worry. I won't kill you. As long as you be good and cum on my cock, you'll walk out of here without a scratch."

Though the implication that he'll hurt me if I don't cum should repulse me, it doesn't. It scares me, yes, but my fear is only turning myself on.

"Keep touching yourself, pretty thing," he tells me, and I give him a weak nod before moving my fingers to my clit. I begin to rub tight circles into it, and the man behind me hums in satisfaction. "Such an obedient little thing."

The pressure in my lower stomach begins to strengthen, and my breathing quickens. "Fuck," I mumble under my breath, my pussy clenching.

The man behind me groans and releases his grip on my throat enough to let me breathe. "Fuck, don't do that."

My eyebrows furrow. "What?"

"Clench around me like a damn vice, fuck."

"I can't help it," I admit, involuntarily tightening around him again.

"You about to cum?" he asks, and I nod my head. He lowers his head so that it is next to my ear. "Better take a deep breath then."

I obey, and he tightens his fingers around my throat until I can no longer get air into my lungs. He also changes his angle and fucks me in a way that makes his cock hit that one spot inside of me that has me seeing stars.

That's all it takes for the pleasure coiling in my stomach to snap. My head falls onto the shoulder of the man behind me, and I cum with a loud cry, my eyes fluttering closed in absolute pleasure.

He continues to fuck me at a brutal, punishing pace as I ride through my high, and all I can do is hold onto the tree with my hand and whimper.

When my high finally ends, my eyes open, and I look up at him. His bottom lip is in between his teeth, and his head is tilted back.

Only a few seconds later, a low groan escapes his lips, and I feel something shoot inside of me. My eyes widen when I realize that he is cumming inside of me, but I don't say anything. I just watch him as he groans in pleasure.

For a few moments, we just stand here catching our breaths, but eventually, the man inside of me opens his eyes and meets my gaze.

Smirking, he wipes something off of my mouth before bringing his thumb—his bloody thumb—to his own mouth. He sucks the blood off before tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "See you around, pretty thing."

With that, he pulls out of me and slides my panties back over my cunt. He then pulls up and zips his pants before walking away from me and disappearing into the night.

Intaking a deep breath, I regain my composure and lean against the tree I was just fucked against. "Holy shit."

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[bloodgulchblog]

s2e2 here we goooooo. i have not found a better way to do this, so i'm doing it the same way.

once again, spoilers and uncharitable opinions and unfunny jokes.

So anyway, to do my minimal diligence in telling you what's going on, Kwan Ha shows up again at the end of episode 1 (she's the one Soren's kid has been sneaking off to and talking about monsters with).

Anyway.

Episode 2 already off to a bad start.

Halsey is somewhere talking to a girl named Julia, asking her about what she sees when she leaves this place (Julia doesn't say much) and about a man in charge.

Chips on the table: this is a Spartan-III and the man is Ackerson. I'm putting my bet down here.

Also, she gets a nose bleed and passes out so that's normal.

Then we have Kai talking to Riz and about her injury, and Riz insisting she's fine. Kai even suggests Riz put her pellet back to reduce the pain and Riz says:

Kai and John talk about how they kinda miss Halsey because at least she trusted them vs Ackerson.

I've mostly been distracted by this frame, though, because it has some Spartan names we haven't seen in it:

So we know there are at least 5 teams and they're using some old canon Spartan-II names.

Also, we've had it stated directly that it's been 6 months since the end of season 1. Which is a very short amount of time to have had multiple planets glassed, those campaigns each generally took months to fight out in the main canon.

What's important here, though, is that Cobalt team (mean jocks from earlier) are being put on standby while Chief knows they are still out on a mission and haven't come back yet, so he's getting upset.

We don't get any conclusion to this yet because it's time to jump.

Kwan is back, like I said.

I'm glad Kwan is back tbh because -- let's be clear, the show's bad and I felt like Kwan's subplot went fucking nowhere and didn't contribute much, which seems to have been a pretty common opinion. But if the show ejected the asian woman character just because that subplot was received poorly, it would've been much worse than having a weak subplot in the first place.

Kwan, as a survivor of Madrigal, is supposed to be in indentured servitude on the Rubble but she's gone on the run and is being tracked down by a guy with a scanner reacting to this fucking spike they put in her ear.

There's a chase scene, and she manages to rip out her ear tag and ditch her tail for a bit down in this trash compactor type zone, then she manages to space one of them and kills the other by stabbing him in the fucking head with her tag???

I think the implication we're supposed to pick up from the dialogue is that Kwan was accepted onto the station by Soren, but now that Soren's gone her indenture belongs to other (worse) pirates.

Meanwhile, this man (Louis) is suggesting that Riz take it easy and Riz, who has been beating a table with a sledge hammer, is taking that super well.

And there's physiotherapy.

Louis is a Spartan washout. He talks to Riz about how there can be more to life than being a Spartan, but Riz struggles with that and is clearly worried about being perceived as weak from the injury she got at the end of S1. She says some hard shit that she immediately walks back because Louis is an old friend and you can tell they care about each other. It's a million times better than the shit they did with Chief and Soren back in S1 and thank god.

Meanwhile, back at the hall of justice...

Chief is having a conflict with Ackerson about not clearing Silver team to go do missions because he thinks Chief's account of events at Sanctuary (the Covenant were already there before the glassing began, and they retreated from the fight with him) is suspect.

Ackerson tells him that the marine (Perez) doesn't corroborate his story and TV Chief shows character growth from last season by not manscreaming about it. Very proud of him.

I am kind of starting to enjoy Ackerson's nefarious shitweasel bit, it's more entertaining than a lot of what Halo TV makes me watch.

Laera (Soren's wife, I should use her name) confronts the crew of the ship that left when Soren got bagged. (I just don't care about Soren's subplot so I didn't bother to cap it, sorry.)

Meanwhile Kwan has an argument with Kessler (Soren's son) in the hidey hole they've been using as a hangout spot about the reality of the situation.

Did I mention Kwan has better hair this season? She does.

Anyway, then Silver Team is doing a training exercise. Riz is struggling. Also, they have her running SO FAST so you know that she's supposed to be the show's version of Kelly.

Also, we actually get some endearing Spartan interactions which are the only thing on this show that I truly like. (Vannak teases Riz about losing and brags about how he never loses, Kai and Riz are like ugh at him.)

Anyway, I'm out of images again. See you soon.

#halo tv spoilers #s2 liveblogging #paramount halo negative

[summersxstories]

Ethan Landry x Reader 18+ It’s not me Part Six Warnings: Language, Stabbing, Death, Blood, Dark! Ethan, MAJOR Spoilers

(not fully canon) After your embrace, you walked away from Ethan without another word, fully prepared to never speak to him again no matter how much it hurt you. You simply couldn't risk being around who was now the number one suspect.

It was hard to avoid him, knowing you all had to stick together in order to go through with everyone's plan. Though with a little relief, you'd become split up due to the subway system being so packed with people but somehow you ended up on one subway with Chad, choosing to head to the shrine with him in hopes that everyone else would meet you there. So now, you stood alone, breathing unsteady due to witnessing Chad's death. What you didn't know was that just after you'd arrived, Bailey and Quinn had met with Sam and Tara outside, revealing themselves to be the true ghostfaces along with their motive.

You stood frozen with fear as you came face to face with the ghostface that killed Chad. "Ethan?" you managed to choke out as he pulled his mask off, immediately feeling sick to your stomach. You had your suspicions, but never wanted it to be true.

"Surprise y/n." He flashed a particularly evil grin as tears sprung into your eyes. He continued to go on his rant about rigging the system to become Chad's roommate, bragging about how good it felt to kill him. The tears were flowing steadily down your cheeks now. "But that wasn't the only thing I rigged." His eyes seemed to be trained on you. "I saw you on the first day of school y/n. I knew I just had to have you." He continued on.

Ethan approached you, causing you to back into a wall as he cornered you. He held his blade gently against your jawline, causing you wince, avoiding his gaze. "Look at me." He spoke, firmly. "Look at me, please." His tone still firm, but a bit softer now. You turned to look, meeting his gaze. Those brown eyes of his could shatter your heart into a million pieces. "I rigged the system so we could have econ together. I sat next to you. I did everything I could to be with you." A small smirk playing on his lips as he spoke to you. He sounded insane. "Fuck you." You screamed, turning away from him again, only to be surprised by Quinn suddenly plunging a knife into your abdomen. "Fuck!!" You cried out, falling to the ground. Ethan was just as surprised as you were, eyes widening as you fell beneath him. "Y/n!" He fell along with you, using his hand to press into your wound. "What the fuck are you doing Quinn!" He yelled, his voice frantic and eyes filled with panic. He placed his mask back over his head, realizing Sam and Tara had entered to continue fighting, but continued to put pressure on your wound as you felt yourself begin to fade away. The last thing you saw before you finally drifted off was Ethan being stabbed multiple times by Tara, your body too weak to react.

Once you came back to consciousness in the back of an ambulance, you were happy to see just about everyone had made it including Chad, and that all ghost faces were dead, though they never did find out that the third ghostface was Ethan. "Am I going to be okay?" you asked, only seeing Sam and Tara nod with smiles.

#scream vi spoilers #scream spoilers #spoilers #spoiler alert #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fanfic #ethan landry imagine #ghostface spoilers #ethan landry x y/n #xxethanlandry #xxitsnotme

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

i can’t stop imagining an izzy x reader where the reader is in charge of the rigging during a powerful storm and something goes wrong so they get injured or get caught in between the ropes and izzy’s just worrying a hole into the floor as he’s pacing while the crew has to stop him from going out there for the reader because it’s too dangerous so they’ve got to wait for the storm to pass and the little rat man is just freaking the fuck out the whole time

A Storm, A Sail, and A Scared Izzy Hands:

The crew had gathered in the jam room to wait out the storm not that all the preparation was one and the worst of the storm had passed.

You had been out on the deck at the height of the storm, along with the others who actually knew what they were doing in the storm, everyone else had been waiting in the jam room.

The lot of you had been keeping the ship steady, pulling it through the storm, but then the sail started to come loose. Somebody would have to climb up and secure it.

Edward and Izzy were at the helm, steering the ship and stopping it from turning over, needing both of their strength to fight the waves. You had been the closest and you knew how to climb the rigging in rough weather, so you signalled to Ivan that you would take care of it and began your ascent. Fighting the winds and rogue waves that threatened to sent you flying into the vicious waters.

You managed to secure the sail just before the ship jerked and a knot in the rigging came loose. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to render the rigging useless or threaten the fate of the ship too much, but it was enough to cause you to slip, rope twisting around your arm as you grappled at the rigging to prevent yourself falling.

Even over the waves, rain, and winds, Izzy heard your shriek from the helm. The rope that caught your arm pulled and you were almost certain that you dislocated your shoulder. Instinct told Izzy to rush towards the rigging but the pull on the helm reminded him that he was needed there. If the ship capsized, you wouldn't stand a chance.

Once the rain storm began to ease, the only thing the crew could do was wait it out.

You had put all your focus on keeping hold of the weakened rigging but the sound of somebody calling your name caught your attention. You looked down to see Izzy and Edward looking up at you.

"I'm fine!" you called down. "Just get below!"

"Fuck no!" Izzy protested immediately, already clambering onto the rigging.

Edward was quick to catch him by the arm and pull him back down onto the deck. "Edward, please!" you turned your attention to your captain, pleading with him to Izzy from helping you. The rigging was weak now, it was a risk to climb it, even more so in this weather. They would have to wait for the storm to completely subside before coming to help you. Until then, you would just have to hold tight.

"I'll be okay!" you promised them, able to see Izzy's scowl even all the way up there.

Edward nodded before ordering everyone down below deck, having to drag Izzy down with him when the first mate put up an admirable fight.

Now, down in the jam room, Izzy was fighting to get back out on the deck. Ivan and Fang were the ones stopping him from leaving, being the only people other than Edward willing to get in Izzy's way when he was raging like that. The first mate was clawing, kicking, and screaming at the larger men. The crew was sure they saw a bit of biting as well.

"I know how to climb rigging in a fucking storm!" Izzy snarled as Ivan pushed him back again. It was a good thing that Edward had taken Izzy's weapons off of him, otherwise the crew were certain that somebody would have been stabbed already.

"Hey, Iz. Relax, man. They know how to handle some rigging," Edward stepped in when he realised that Izzy wasn't going to back down or wear himself out any time soon.

Edward should have known that Izzy wouldn't back down, not when you were in danger. He knew that when Izzy cared about somebody, he did so with his entire being, he didn't do things by halves. He wouldn't rest until he knew that you were safe.

"You saw them! They're caught up in it, could break their fucking arm," Izzy turned to his captain. Of course the crew had seen him talk back to Edward before, that line between Captain and friend blurring, but this felt like something different. Izzy was practically snarling at him. "If the rigging snaps they could fucking die."

"They won't," Edward insisted, sounding certain, knowing Izzy needed that certainty right now.

"You don't fucking know that!" Izzy snapped, his form vibrating with worry and anger.

"Iz. Iz, mate," Edward grabbed him by the shoulders, making him focus on him. Izzy was tense but managing to hold Edward's gaze, to listen. "They're going to be alright. We're through the worst point of the storm, it's going to ease up. They know what they're doing. They're going to be okay," his captain assured him, laying it out for him as plainly as he could, making sure he listened to every word.

"Edward-"

"Izzy. They're going to be fine," Edward promised, not letting his first mate question him, not letting him protest and worry himself further.

Izzy nodded weakly, seeming to accept Edward's words. The captain cautiously released him and Izzy instantly began to pace.

The crew watched Izzy pace, none of them feeling like it was right to attempt to lighten the mood.

"Uh, Ed, should we...do something?" Stede asked quietly, beginning to worry about the pacing and muttering first mate.

"No...no, just let him burn off some energy, yeah?" Edward assured him with a small smile. It was better for Izzy to be pacing than fighting Fang and Ivan again.

Izzy kept on ranting about 'these useless fucking fuckers' and how they should have secured the sail properly. If they had secured it properly in the first place, like he had told them, this wouldn't have happened.

Izzy continued like that as the ship rocked, only able to think about you up in the rigging. Hoping you were still alright. Somewhat even hoping that the rope that you had been caught up in held tight to prevent you from falling.

"Feels like the waters are calming," Edward observed finally, after what felt like an eternity.

"I'm going out there," Izzy announced, heading for the door.

"No you're fucking now," Edward was quick to grab him once again, pulling him back by his side. "Fang, Ivan," he looked to the two men and ordered, "head up top, check the weather."

They both nodded before leaving the jam room and heading up onto the deck. Once again, Izzy was pacing as he waited for their return and their report.

A few minutes later, only Fang returned.

"Looking good boss, clouds are passing over, rain's stopped, not too many damages," Fang reported, purposely not looking towards the first mate.

"Where's Ivan?" Edward questioned.

"He's going up to fix the rigging and help-" Fang didn't even get to finish his explanation, but he wasn't too surprised. It was a small miracle that Izzy hadn't already barged past him.

"I'm fucking going up there," Izzy snapped and stormed out the room, nobody moving to stop him this time.

"Got get them, Iz!" Edward called out supportively, assuming you were mostly alright considering Fang didn't look mournful.

Izzy rushed out onto the deck to see Ivan up in the rigging, already halfway through untangling you from the rigging. He was climbing up to meet you both before he even realised he was crossing the deck, moving more on instinct than anything.

"They're good, boss," Ivan assured him as he climbed up beside you both.

As the crew emerged onto the deck, Izzy was helping you step down onto the deck.

"Roach!" Izzy ordered over harshly, holding you close and letting you lean against his side. Every part of your body ached and you worried that if Izzy took a step away from you, you would just topple over.

"Well, you're alive," Roach observed lightly as he approached you both, you just forced a small laugh even when it made your ribs hurt.

"Tell Izzy that," you tried to joke.

"You've fucked your arm," Izzy told you sternly, as if you couldn't feel the fact that your arm was fucked.

"It will heal," you assured him.

"Help me get them down to the galley," Roach nodded to Izzy.

The two men assisted you across the deck and down to the galley. They helped you up onto a table and Roach sent Izzy to grab some supplies while he gave you a quick check over.

"Might have broke my ribs, just check before Izzy comes back? They might just be bruised, don't want him to worry," you asked.

Roach chuckled slightly, shaking his head at you. Still, he helped you out of your soaked shirt. You were covered in forming bruises and Roach could tell they were going to look nasty tomorrow, and probably feel worse.

You winced and tried not to flinch as Roach checked your ribs. "Bruised but not broken," he concluded.

He was examining your arm when Izzy returned, placing the items down on the table beside you.

"Fucking hell," Izzy cursed, pausing for a moment as he took in all your bruises. "Are they broken?" he asked, gaze focused on the darkening around your ribs.

"Just bruised," you assured him, wincing when Roach moved your arm.

"Definitely dislocated," Roach hummed. "Probably want something to bite down on," he warned, but you didn't like the slightly glint in his eyes when he said it.

Izzy pulled off his leather glove and held it out to you. You frowned, dreading what was going to happen next. Still, you bit down on the leather, letting it muffle your pained scream as Roach popped your shoulder back into place.

"Going to give you a sling, should be able to take it off in about a week, but no using the arm for at least three weeks. No heavy lifting for a month, should probably be fine for the most part then," Roach's advice always sounded more like orders, but you trusted him to know what he was talking about.

"Thanks," you sighed, feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones.

"I'll give you a salve for the bruises and rope burn," Roach looked over the jars that Izzy had brought over before picking two of them out. "I assume you'll help them apply it, Izzy. Doubt they'll be able to with that arm," he looked to Izzy, holding the jars out to him.

"Yeah, 'course," Izzy took the jars without an argument.

"And make sure they don't strain that arm," Roach ordered.

"Obviously. Don't want them making themselves useless," Izzy agreed, sounding less defensive than he usually might.

"Just don't want them lingering around my galley all the time complaining about a sore arm," Roach shot you a warning look that told you to take care of your arm properly.

"C'mon," Izzy muttered, helping you down from the table. "You need to fucking rest," and you couldn't really argue with that.

"Aw look at that, Izzy fussing over you. Sweet, in a way," Roach teased.

"Fuck off," Izzy mumbled, lacking a real bite, before guiding you out of the galley and to his cabin.

Once inside his cabin, Izzy helped you out of the rest of your soaked clothes and helped you dry off before giving you some clothes to change into. A part of cotton breeches and a shirt, dry and comfortable.

"Izzy," you took hold of his hand, stopping him from leaving the bedside once he had you laying on the cot with the blanket wrapped around you. "I'm okay," you promised him.

"Just get some sleep," he said with a tight smile.

"Get changed out of your wet clothes before you get sick," you ordered, making his smile relax a little.

Doing as you said, Izzy dried off and changed into some dry clothes. By the time he was changed, you were asleep.

He approached quickly, running a hand over your wet hair and kissing your forehead. He had been in a similar situation to you before, plenty of times, so he knew exactly how tired you must have been.

Finally pulling himself away from your side, Izzy left to get something to eat and drink for you when you woke up.

Izzy was filling a tray with a pitcher of water, some bread and hardtack, when Edward walked into the galley. Dressed in the robe that he had claimed for himself, his damp hair tied up to keep it out of the way.

"Hey, Iz. How are they?" he asked carefully.

"Dislocated shoulder, bruised ribs. They'll have nasty bruises tomorrow," Izzy told him, quickly adding an orange to the tray.

"Told you they'd be okay, did I Iz?" Edward grinned, nudging their shoulders together.

"Not in the mood, Ed," Izzy sighed. He knew Ed meant no harm but he didn't need a 'told you so' talk right now.

"Sorry, mate," Edward nodded in understanding. "But they're alright, just relax, man, yeah?"

"Yeah, alright," Izzy nodded, knowing his captain was right. You would be fine, none of your injuries would be permanent as long as you treated that arm right.

Before Izzy could pick up the completed tray, Edward turned him around and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Uh, Ed? What are you doing?" Izzy questions, hands hovering, unsure of what to do.

"I'm hugging you, mate. You were scared, so I'm hugging you," Edward explained, probably rolling his eyes over Izzy's shoulder.

Izzy just nodded before returning the hug. It was nice, he supposed.

"I should be getting back," Izzy murmured as he pulled away from the embrace.

"Yeah, go check on them. Make sure they're resting, yeah?" Edward patted his shoulder, smiling. "Stay with them, okay. Stede and I can tend to the ship. And that's an order, Iz."

For once Izzy didn't argue with being dismissed from work, especially after something like a storm. Instead, he just nodded and took the tray, returning to his cabin.

He quietly closed the door behind him when he saw you were still sleeping, placing the tray down on the desk.

"Iz?" you asked sleepily, making him jump a little.

"Got you some water, you should drink something," Izzy told you, pouring some water from the pitcher into a cup.

You winced as you tried to sit up, causing Izzy to rush to your side to help you. Once he had you propped up against the pillow, he handed you the cup. You drank the whole thing, thirstier than you even realised.

"Got you some food too but you can sleep first if you're tired," Izzy offered. You didn't think you could stomach much food at the moment but you could feel the call of sleep returning already.

"You should sleep too, Iz. You look tired," you told him, knowing he would worry himself sick over you rather than rest himself.

Izzy was about to protest but then remembered that Edward did order him to stay with you, assured him that they had everything handled. So...why not?

"Yeah, okay," Izzy agreed.

You shuffled over on the cot, wincing a little as you did so, and Izzy lay down with you, being mindful of your bad arm. As soon as Izzy had his head on the pillow and the blanket over his body, he felt tiredness hit him, finally able to catch up with him.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader

[blueseachelle]

It's a Contract. Chapter 3.

Vox Machina Critical Role

Percy x Female Human Draconian Warlock! Reader

Percy hesitantly ran away.

Leaving Y/n to fight the Briarwoods alone. He wish he could stay and help her but, he had to protect Cassy now.

'Y/n, I will never be able to repay you. I will come back for you.'

Once Percy was out or sight, Y/n focused on Dahlia and Silas. She rushed forward clashing swords with Silas and shooting magic at Dahlia.

This went on for a little bit until Dahlia managed to hit her. Time seemed to freeze. Y/n saw the sword swing come down as well as she fell backward.

'Spirit.'

All of the sudden, a dark mist filled the room. The black mist has swirls of blue within it. The sword clashed with the mist as Y/n disappeared and re-appeared behind him, slashing him with a claw.

Dahlia looked in horror as her beloved husband hit the floor. She looked at the new figure with emerged from this mist. The once human has became part of something else. The once armor was replaced with a female figured frame with black and white dress. The once hands where now replaced with black claws. She held a large dark blade. Her hair replaced now with long silver blue layered hair. Dark wings protruded from her back. Her eyes glowed a blue color. Almost as if blue flames replaced the human eyes. (Here's a general idea. Just add my little changes. Thx!)

Dahlia felt fear for the first time as the figure came face to face with her. They were nose to nose as Y/n stared into her soul. Just as Y/n raised her sword to smite her, a familiar black sword stabbed through Y/n's stomach. Silas pierced her.

Y/n went to move but Silas pushed the blade up, twisted it, and cut through her right side. Her once raised right arm fell back to her side. After the sword sliced through, she staggered slightly before falling to the floor.

The mist dissipated in the process.

Dahlia looked in disbelief. That power and strength that child carried. She wanted that to help her take over. She quickly healed Silas before telling him to pick up Y/n's body and put it into a nearby room. The first thing they will do is resurrect this spirit and gain it's favor after the take over.

*To Y/n*

Y/n woke up in a dark place. She looked around, frightened. She stood up. She was back in her original armor.

"Hello?"

Just as she spoke, the room lit up with stars.

She looked around.

'Is this the judgment plain I was taught about? It's not as scare as they made it out to be.'

"That's because this isn't the plain of Judgement. This is the plain of Celestia."

The room grew into a blue color, now, it looked like the actual galaxy.

Y/n turned to the voice and met face to face with a large White-Silver dragon and the same color eyes as her. She swallowed.

"Bahamut?"

"Yes, it is I."

She took a deep breath. She look back at him with tears in her eyes.

"I failed in my mission, didn't I?

Bahamut saw these tears and his heart softened. The reason she was some much in his favor is because she had the qualities needed but also, that she looked like his human love that began this clan. He sees her as still her original Blue eyed, Blonde haired self. Not the changes being chosen cause.

"No. Much the opposite. You trust that I you do anything to upkeep my promise. correct?"

"Yes, of course, My Lord."

"The reason why you are here is bacause you about to be revived."

The bluenette looked up at him. She liked that. She was so happy to meet the creator of her clan but, she couldn't help but wonder if Percy made it. Bahamut saw these thoughts and waved his tail across a small patch of ground in front of her. She could see what was happening in Whitestone. She watched in shock and anger as she watch the Briarwoods beat him and cut him. She took a breath and looked at the all-knowing dragon.

"I have a request."

Bahamut looked at her.

"What is it?"

"I want to exchange my life for his escape."

Bahamut was actual caught slightly off guard by this request. He looked at her. Not once has he seen a human with such valor. Every one of her ancestors and relatives would always ask to be brought back. Yet, here you are. At the age of 17 with your whole life ahead of you, you ask to toss it aside for the one you beloved.

"Why is he so important to you?"

The tears once again collected in her blue eyes.

"Because he means the world to me and I want him to live to fulfill a life and reclaim what is his. I want what he wants. I want him to survive. Please. I'd rather stay here and let him live than be alive myself. Please, Lord Bahamut."

Bahamut looked down at the girl.

'I guess this is a fair trade. I'd get my love back for a short while and this human can live.'

"Fine. Deal."

The girl was relieved. Percy won't die.

'I do this for you, Percival De Rolo. Take back what's yours.'

Since time in Celestia as different in the earth realm (Every minute that is in Celestia was half a year on earth- This may not be accurate but, for the sake of the story, let’s go with it.), within what seemed like a few seconds Percy made it out of the clutches of those vampires.

Y/n sighed with a breath or relief. She knew he would find his way after his escape.

Bahamut curled his tail around her. He looked down at her. It was almost time for her to return back to the realm of the living. She looked back up at him and smiled. He knew he would miss her when she went back but, he will make sure to keep her alive. For her and his sake. He has a promise to up keep and he won’t let his name become one of despise amongst the Dagon family.

“It’s time.”

She looked at him with confusion.

“Time for what? I’m staying here, right?”

He tightened the tail that was gently wrapped around her.

“You have a job to complete. You can’t stay here but, remember that you will always be in my favor. Don’t pray to the spirit. Pray to me for am I the spirit in you and only you. You will be able to contact me anytime. I’m always here. Others may think I’m a ruthless killer of judgement, which I am but, you are different, Y/n. You are here because you are favored. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I’m here with you in favor every time. For I am a keeper of promises as well as the passer of judgement. The next time someone thinks they can strike you down, I will empower you. Now, it’s time to go. It will be strange at first but, trust in me.”

Y/n looked at him a set his hand on his tail.

“I trust you. I will come to you for aid. Not the ‘spirit’ in myself. Thank you for giving me another chance at life.”

Bahamut set his forehead to her gently.

And with that, she was brought back.

Well…. Kinda…

#vox machina #x reader #tlovm percy #Percy De Rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo #Percival x reader #x y/n #bahamut #critical roll #Chapter 3 #another chance #series #dungeons and dragons #d&d 5e #Dragons #fantasy #rollplay

[relianascara]

A certain delicacy

Author note before you read:

This is bad and I'm not even kidding, alsoy first time writing to publish it. So very sorry if it's wonky or have many grammar issues, english is not my mother language.

Albedo x reader

Fluff

Synopsis: what if the prince of chalk himself is treating you, a long known friend of his. To a meal after he found you almost getting frozen near his lab in dragonspine. Only to realize, the prince of chalk himself have quite a unique dish he like to offer along with a new information that he can tease you in a name of experiment

Tags: @i23kazu

You could have sworn it moved, it could very much still be alive at this point.  With a frown, you poke the dish with a fork. Picking apart each and every leg to see where you even start to eat.

“You know, it's not good to play with your food.” Albedo spoke, just entering his lab in dragonspine. his ashen golden hair seems perfectly fine despite what it has gone through in this forsaken cold mountain.

“I'm not playing…per say,” you retorted while thinking of a good word to put in. “Just, trying to see where to begin” is all you could say as an excuse, looking at the male his expression didn't even change one bit from his usual one. He hums. 

“If you're uncomfortable with how it looks, perhaps taking the head first would be a good start “ he suggests. “How about, no.” You were quick to reject his suggestions, albedo shrugs as he begins tidying up his lab. Looking back at the food, you mentally curse yourself for losing all of your food supply after fighting two fatui agents, to think that they would retreat while also stealing your bag is ridiculous… or you could say smart enough.

It's a good thing The alchemist was just coming up the mountain, only to see your pitiful existence, cold, hungry, and with a few small injuries, he is kind enough to offer shelter and food at his lab. is what you've thought to be a blessing, before he offer you smoke spider as a meal. Taking one final breath you stab one of its legs before putting it in front of you, a disgusted feeling tries to surface on your face, before you fight back and barely manage to keep your expression still…barely. 

‘it's alright, just for once. Just for once’ you assure yourself, Albedo have been kind enough to carry you to warmth, it will be rude for you to complain about the food now.

It's alright. maybe, the taste ... .would be rather ... .unique. A soft chuckle could be heard near you, only to come from Albedo himself. “That was a good expression you have, to think you would considering to eat it. I guess I was wrong about the other possibilities that you would outright refuse” he said in a light manner.

“Hey….” You said in a down voice, “you were playing with me??” You ask with disbelief, feeling defeated that you didn't see it coming. He smiled back before shaking his head, arm across his chest. “well…not particularly. I was just seeing if you would refuse to eat it. like how others did when I offered that dish to them. You could say, it was a little experiment “

You pouted while looking at him, putting the fork down and leaving the dish alone. “I've never consented to this experiment in any way, Albedo.” You pouted at him for doing such a thing. 

Albedo agreed, “that's true, so I apologize. I would just think you would refuse to eat it like the others. I'm sorry, for making you feel pressured to eat it.” he said before taking the plate away and replacing it with another one. This time it is a genuine dish made from fish meat along with vegetables.

You were silent for a moment before turning to albedo confused, “I thought you said you don't have any other food aside from ... .that” you point to the plate his holding, “true” he answered, “well, I couldn't have you stay hungry, so I've been searching a few camp spot to see if there's other ingredients to cook.”

‘oh, so that's why he hurriedly left after he made sure I stayed warm’ you thought, a  smile creeping to your face before finally letting go of your pouty face. “I guess I could forgive you for that, only if this dish doesn't have mysterious ingredients in them” you joke. How could you be mad for so long with your friend?.

He chuckled before reassuring you that he in fact didn't have anything mystery ingredients put in your dish.

#𓆪Reliana post #𓆩Reliana plays ebg #albedo x reader #albedo x you #genshin impact x reader #genshinblr january ebg 2024

[cinnamonsikwate]

we really need to chill with the ramonda and wakanda criticism, please :( like. i'll be the first to admit that k'uk'ulkan and talokan have had me in a chokehold since i first saw the movie, but i'm not gonna sit here and act like they did nothing wrong. let's not lie to ourselves now — k'uk'ulkan wasn't exactly a paragon of diplomacy when he breached wakanda's borders and started making threats and giving ultimatums.

maybe things could have been alleviated if he and riri had actually managed to talk while in talokan (and we could have had a whole different second half of the movie), but they didn't give us that ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

did nakia have to use lethal force on the guards? i would argue that — from the wakandan point of view — yes, actually (as much as that hurts to say 😭). let's review:

ramonda and the rest of wakanda didn't know that shuri had asked to go to talokan, and k'uk'ulkan didn't clarify that when he met with ramonda (when 454 years old with no one to practice your diplomacy skills with you reach, fuck up any alliance you wish to make you certainly will). it looked like a hostage situation and he was acting like a hostage-taker. he said there was nothing she could do or give to him to convince him to give her daughter back, that he'd kill shuri if ramonda tried anything. to ramonda, that might as well have been a declaration of war [edit: as has been pointed out in the replies, he actually does tell ramonda that shuri asked to be taken to talokan, but ramonda doesn't follow up on this, she just asks him what she can offer in exchange for shuri's return.]

okoye had already warned ramonda that the talokanil were pretty much impossible to take out via conventional methods, i.e., stabbing (and okoye was only trying to kill them bc they were trying to off riri); so ofc nakia was going to go in there armed to the teeth as a precaution

one of the guards literally said, "kill the princess!" when nakia showed up and the other one put a knife to shuri's throat. they weren't exactly innocent. they were warriors as much as every other talokanil, and were prepared to fight to protect talokan just as nakia was to protect shuri — by any means necessary

so. ramonda saw k'uk'ulkan and talokan as a very hostile, active threat to her daughter and her nation, and she took measures as she saw fit. were her actions rational? hmm, no, i'd say not. but let's remember once again that this is a woman who has had to deal with so much loss and grief in less than a decade — her husband, her son (several times!), and now, the possibility of losing her daughter as well is looming. we can cut her some slack for putting her heart first for once!

there are underlying themes of familial love, duty, and loyalty in the movie (english translation of love & loyalty by dbn gogo, sino msolo, kamo mphela, young stunna, and busiswa here. themes of protecting family are also in la vida, laayli' kuxa'ano'one, no digas mi nombre, jele, born again, and pantera). shuri and ramonda to each other, to the memories of t'chaka and t'challa, even to nakia, okoye, and m'baku and vice-versa. k'uk'ulkan and fen to each other, k'uk'ulkan to the talokanil and vice-versa.

Okay, it's like they're going behind our backs, hey

Bring them we're not afraid, hey

We are united as a team, hey

They can't see us apart, hey

Find us at the top, we haven't moved, hey

They tried us and got tired, hey

If it's in a hurry they get left behind, hey

All their sins will beat them

You'll never see me betray my own

And my affairs should always be mine

Indeed, I protect my family

I also have to improve my own

this definitely sounds like a wakandan anthem from the point when shuri is taken, but i'd argue that talokan starts feeling the same after the deaths of the guards — and neither of them would be wrong for that. love, duty, and loyalty are powerful driving forces, for better or for worse, with a weight capable of capsizing rationality.

from the very beginning, k'uk'ulkan was not acting rationally either. he operates on a very cut-and-dried, black-and-white worldview: either wakanda is an ally or an enemy, no room for nuance or negotiation. this viewpoint is, as we know, informed by his people's history and his own experiences with the surface world. he takes extremes with wakanda, cornering them against a rock and a hard place — assured destruction either by talokan's hands or the united nations'. he's acting from a place of love and duty, as ramonda is, but on a markedly larger and less palatable (to put it mildly) scale.

ramonda was put in a very difficult position as a mother and a ruler. it's not fair to solely fault her for the guards' deaths, or for talokan flooding wakanda. again, k'uk'ulkan made a terrible first impression, and that pretty much set the tone for everything else that went down afterwards. (though actually, if we're playing the blame game, let's pass the ball to the colonizers, the real villains anyway lmao. if spain hadn't been fucking around with the world in every direction, we wouldn't have to be here.)

so let's please, please put some respect on queen ramonda's name. it especially boggles the mind to see takes blaming her for "ruining" a ship, or for her own death. 🫠 seryoso ba talaga kayo??? 🥲

#black panther: wakanda forever #bpwf #wakanda forever #ramonda #queen ramonda #namor #k'uk'ulkan #wakanda #talokan #shuri #i'm very sympathetic to k'uk'ulkan & talokan but there are still lines we do not cross! #the wakandan border being one of them! #ramonda deserved better #feel like i'm in a whole new circle of hell seeing her get dragged into ship discourse 💀💀💀 #mcu meta #calemonsito notes #mcu ramonda #mcu namor #mcu k'uk'ulkan #mcu talokan #mcu wakanda #mcu shuri #long post

[lavenoon]

Ahhh, I keep thinking of Double rejection Hatchling Robin and while I was doing the dishes my brain made a scenario in which after a while Dawn and Dusk have been visiting the lab where they now work way more often (which isn't necessarily often, excuses to do so would probably be pretty sparse, but for the top agents it's unusually often enough), so Sun is waiting in the outer room (or maybe even just outside) and overhears one of the technicians asking Robin how in the world they managed to befriend the grumpiest agents, and at first Robin wants to make a joke about being able to engineer situations to their liking, but then they pause, remembering the words that affected them so much in Dawn's initial snap, and with a sigh Robin responds they aren't friends really. Just understanding how to work better with each other is all.

The post in question, because it's been a couple days!

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"which isn't necessarily often" - true, but I've decided Eclipse gets to indirectly save the day once again. Dawn already mentioned him, and saw that Robin recognizes the name, so the boys just. Start showing up at the lab, sneakily hidden away blueprints and flimsy excuses as they ask "Hey, Horizon sent us this, but it's uhhh not making sense to us and we wondered if you maybe knew?" or simple little repairs that they used to do at home they now specifically request Robin to do because "they're the only one we trust to put in the effort we expect"

This all of course after Dusk had his moment of apology, too - he stays on lookout, checking the lab for a day or two before he catches Robin on shift, asking them to talk. They're much more apprehensive, even after Dawn's apology, due to him being the "final nail" in their little coffin for their joy, and being asked by the star agent you know as grouchy at best to go somewhere more private to talk?

But they do take their break then, wary as they are, and Dusk ushers them not to a completely secluded place, but rather... The lobby, with just a few chairs and worn couches serving as a communal space, vending machines for drinks and snacks not too far away either. It's empty around this time of night though, so perfect, actually. There's multiple break areas like this on the different floors, and Robin wonders if he chose the one with the most escape routes on purpose. For whose comfort they aren't quite sure, because Dusk doesn't look particularly happy about the situation either

There's one or two agents passing through the entrance doors and startling at the sight of lab tech who looks supremely uncomfortable and star agent with a metaphorical storm cloud over his head, seated on a small couch together, and Robin almost considers fleeing the awkwardness. But then...

"Did it heal alright?"

"... I'm not an invalid. I stopped field work because I'm obviously not suited for it."

It's quite unfair that he looks so pained, so genuine when they're the one who had their excitement crushed.

"You are, though. I - I was scared, I let you get hurt, and instead of just being angry at myself I took that out on you. Dawn told me, about the lights. I'm sorry I didn't notice, I'm sorry you got hurt because of me, and I'm sorry I said things that aren't even true in the heat of the moment."

It's a lot. A lot he feels sorry for, but Robin is stuck on one thing.

"You're not taking the credit for my stab wound."

"What?"

"You're not taking credit for my stab wound. You were half the room away, and busy with your own fight."

Dusk is kind of - almost offended, really? He's trying to apologize, and they tell him he shouldn't?

"I told myself I'd watch out for you -"

"Which one is it, then?"

Still angry, Robin interrupts him. He falls silent, because he sees there's more to the superficial anger. They expect an answer he doesn't know how to give, because he doesn't understand the question. Robin elaborates without prompting, after waiting in vain for a few heavy moments.

"Which one is it. Am I actually a decent field agent, or am I the idiot who needs a babysitter?"

Oh. Oh.

That's an easy one, then.

"You're a good field agent who I didn't want to see hurt."

Robin looks away then, ducking their head, and it's also then that Dusk realizes that like this, he can actually see their whole face. He decides he likes that, even if the reason isn't ideal.

But one step at a time - and this was the first. After that the boys start showing up under the pretense of above mentioned scenarios, and Robin does humor them. They don't ask why the boys seem so insistent on making amends, their confidence still just barely existent.

It's after leaving from one of those impromptu visits that another lab tech asks Robin in a hushed voice about their peculiar friendships with the grumpy star agents - most field agents don't even wanna work with them, so how did they get so close?

Robin first cracks a smile, a spark of their old enthusiasm breaking through, but then it falls.

"We're, uh, not friends. I don't think - I mean, I'm barely - I don't know. They did make the 'not friends' part clear though."

However, dear Dawn was still on his way out - and it seems that both that lab tech and Robin either forgot or weren't aware that they're equipped with sensors for auditory input more sensitive than human ears. He clicks the door shut softly, hopefully not alerting the two inside, and leaves for his office.

Not that he gets any paperwork done. Instead, he keeps thinking about what Robin said, and wonders just why it bothers him so much. Objectively, he wasn't wrong back then, even if it was harsher than necessary and irrelevant to the conversation. They're secret agents, they shouldn't be friends, even the continued visits are already toeing the line of what is appropriate and what isn't. It makes him think just why they stick to the rules so much.

"That's lonely."

It is.

He goes home, and shoots Eclipse a text, too - something harmless, but brotherly snarky, like "Hope you didn't set the lab on fire today. Wait, amendment. Hope you didn't set the lab on fire too often today." (Eclipse, far away, is certainly surprised, and maybe confused - but he jumps on the chance to make fun of his brother right back. Not too much though, just in case. It's rare enough that one of them is the one to initiate a conversation.)

With the next switch, Sun asks Moon point blank - are they trying to befriend Robin? Moon, confused, forever soft, replies with "Aren't we already friends?"

Leads to a very awkward moment when Sun has to explain that welllll, he might have made things even harder for the two of them. He only escapes Moon's throttling on account of sharing a body.

But they hatch a plan, and promptly set it into motion.

The next time Dusk catches Robin, he asks them, obviously enough to earn him a curious look but innocent enough to get an honest reply, "Would you like to work in the field again?"

"I don't know. I guess? Maybe some day again? Pretty sure the higher ups are already getting annoyed by me, anyway - shouldn't draw even more negative attention by asking to switch again."

Dusk just hums, eyes narrowing just slightly at their back at the rather unfortunate discrepancy between reality and their perception. If their plan didn't cover it, he would address it right then and there.

Like this, he redirects back towards their current work with a smooth "Testing these out in the field is quite fun, I think you should try it some time." He gets a full happy infodump on the newest gadget they're working on, and he's glad that their spark is growing again. Both Sun and him will do their best to keep it that way.

Following that, they both start namedropping Robin in reports, slyly suggesting their ideas are inspired by first hand field experience, and the "perhaps they should earn more" is strongly implied.

Dawn in particular, still the more talkative of the two, lets their name slip a few times when directly talking to a supervisor, often in the same "breath" as complaining about there not being anyone who gets his method ("well, except Robin. They at least could keep up - too bad they switched to the labs.")

All the while the two continue their visits, subtly building up their confidence again and laying the groundwork for an actual friendship. They'll need to ask, but they want to have the "gift" ready for that.

The supervisors do catch on. Robin gets a private summon (and shakes like a leaf the entire way to their specific supervisor's office, only to freeze at there being two supervisors - hello again, Agent River). They don't suffer for long - the offer is direct. There's been interest in switching them back over to field work, back under River's supervision and specifically to work in partner missions with Dusk and Dawn. They could work solo missions or stay in the lab during the time between those, a dual domain focus isn't unheard of.

Robin, overwhelmed, asks for some time to think - and gets a night to sleep on it. They return to their shift, and have a couple hours to collect themself before Dawn stops by, later in the afternoon. He doesn't know about the offer rattling in their brain, and is thoroughly confused (and worried about) the contemplative look they regard him with while obviously zoning out. When he snaps them out of it, they turn their back to him, and he's just a tad jittery at the thought that they purposefully hide their expression from him. They do sound awfully neutral.

"Got the offer to switch back to field work again earlier."

"Oh?"

"Yup."

"Do you... want to take it?"

"Specifically. To work with Dusk and you. You wouldn't happen to have something to do with that?"

Ah, so the supervisors already snitched. He stops fidgeting then, shoulders dropping to a more comfortable level as he grins.

"We only did what we consider 'giving credit where credit is due'. Whatever the supervisors happened to do with that information is out of our hands."

They glare at him then, but there's not as much fire in it as when he first saw them again, far from it.

"Why?"

"Because you're a good agent, and we want to be friends."

Hello, number one thing Robin did not expect to hear today!

They start spluttering, very close to a cartoonish double take.

"But - you said -"

Dawn is still a peacock, and can fake confidence like a pro.

"Well, I think I should be allowed to change my mind. Are you seriously going to hold me to something I said months ago, when I was an idiot?"

That gets them. They blink, and then just start laughing, clinging to the lab counter just a little to steady themself.

"You're still an idiot. Did you seriously set this up just to ask me to be friends?"

Dawn's reply is sober, matter of factly.

"Well, no. We also genuinely miss working with you, because friends or not, you are the only one capable of understanding our method and keeping up with us."

That sobers them up, too. They study him for a moment, but there's nothing in his expression hinting towards any doubt. This confidence isn't faked.

Robin does choose a dual focus. They love seeing room for improvement right in the field, and then getting to work on said improvement themself.

The three grow pretty comfortable with each other, the boys even willing to talk about bits and pieces of their personal life. Mostly Eclipse, really, still addressing him as Horizon though. They did (and do) make an effort to initiate conversations more with their brother, so they have a lot of shenanigans to share. Eclipse knows about Robin, too, and often enough teases his brothers for their thinly veiled crush. Sun and Moon do deny it, but well...

One day, after one complaint over the boys' current landlord too many, Robin jokingly offers that they just move in with them, but gets a genuine "yes" back. Do shrug the surprise off though to confirm, because why not, actually? ... Though wouldn't the higher ups mind?

So they stage an accidental reveal for Sun and Y/N at a specific store's ~special~ sale they both were interested in. They're very apologetic when immediately admitting that to Agent River, and she isn't paid enough to care that much so she lets it slide.

She definitely isn't paid enough to call them out on the change of address just a few short weeks later, and so she looks away. They're already a well-oiled team by then, Robin despite their limited exposure in the field soon joining Dusk and Dawn in reputation.

They all feel very clever when they enjoy their new domestic life together, seamlessly slotting into something more than just neighbors, because they're already friends. They're in each other's places constantly, and none of them would ever think of complaining. The boys worked very hard to get where they are, and know very well to cherish that after their rocky starts.

(They're the timeline that at some point has one of them just look at the other, somehow entangled in the most natural cuddle, doing something entirely normal for them, and ask "Hey, are we a couple? Is this a couple thing? Because I wouldn't mind if it's a couple thing. Would love that, actually. But also no hard feelings if not." and get a very blunt "Oh no yea I'd love that too." back. Third party gets updated during the next switch, and is also horribly blasé about it. Not much changes, except maybe a few more kisses. They were definitely already besties who nuzzle <3

#answer let luce #chaotikanvas #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #hatchling au #I had to stop there sorry if it seems abrupt I was just. This already is out of control FHDJSK #takes three days to answer and then it's just the most boring confession scene ever FGDHSJ #but it's okay I promise it's worth it <3 #yeets this into the wild

[morgenlich]

ig i should write out a more complete feliks timeline from the partitions until the 1990s lol, um. spoilers for last light and its planned sequel tho, also i'm writing this off the top of my head and not looking up specific dates so [gestures]

so, while in my hcs tolys got stuck w ivan full time (though he ran off more than a few times lol he was never successful in escape endeavors for very long), feliks was after the partitions initially shunted between gil and rod (ivan imo just. absolutely hates his guts and wanted nothing to do with him lmao and besides he had new full time prizes like tolys he didn't need to split custody of another one); he managed to run off for good shortly before the napoleonic wars started and met up with francis (this is also when i have him changing his name from mieczyslaw to feliks), fought alongside him for a bit, established the republic of warsaw, then basically sent himself into exile after its collapse because he felt that staying in his own land would be too risky; he didn't want to go back to being a hostage after all

(he does return for some later rebellions of course)

he's not really in the mood to deal with francis for a bit after that, he just strikes out on his own, not really paying much attention to where he goes. he ends up all over because of this, like he'll literally stow away on a ship he has no idea of the destination of so he sees not only a good bit of europe but also ends up in asia and i think also probably in the us, somewhat briefly, and he wants to avoid the attention of other nation reps so he doesn't actually meet up with any of them intentionally. he works a bunch of odd jobs during this time because he basically only owns the clothes on his back (and his wedding ring. he manages to keep hanging onto that), inlcuding some sw which he hates (i hc him as very firmly demisexual)

eventually in the 1870s-ish, he winds up in france again. he's living on the street and ends up with tuberculosis, which gets bad enough it actually kills him. when he revives from this, he realizes he's still ill and is going to need to like. properly recover, so he swallows his pride and goes to look for francis, who takes him in for a while; they end up staying in the south for a bit, i wrote a little fic about this a couple years ago lol. eventually though they get fed up with each other and feliks dips again, resumes wandering around but now he has fucked up lungs :) also it's around this time that he discovers opium which also becomes a lasting problem for him. but it helps his lungs not feel like they're constantly being stabbed so wcyd

he ends up in france again around the start of w/w1 and initially fights w the french but eventually makes his way east, finally back on his own land. the war ends, he's independent again, etc etc. 1918 is also the first time since the partitions that he's able to meet up with tolys again, imo--even in shared rebellions the two just never quite managed to be in the same place at the same time--though ofc this just ends up with tolys wanting nothing to do with him for a couple decades (i go. back and forth on what feliks himself actually thought about the war between them tbh)

ok here's where we get into last light + sequel spoilers

w/w2 starts, feliks initially fights in warsaw and is captured in late september. spends like a week or two in prison before gil arrives in warsaw and is put in charge of him, at which point he's put under house arrest. manages to keep his Connections to the resistance (how? idk it's not important and no it will not be explained in LL lmao), stays there until the spring of 1944 when [massive spoilers that otherwise don't involve feliks] and he's forced to go into hiding for a few months (along with my human oc irena kowalczykowa), until the AK fighting starts and then ofc he (and irena) is involved in that until he's captured again; the ak is able to get him back for a few minutes before some russian spies attack them and feliks and irena end up with them

at this point feliks is too exhausted and weak to really put up any resistance to this fact, and he just stays in russian custody, hiding in the mountains with some partisans until the spring of 45 when they make their way to krakow where ivan has temporarily set up camp; feliks continues to stay in russian custody from this point though like he's not officially a prisoner and they make him agree to cooperate so he does end up with like his own apartment and stuff. but he doesn't stay there very long because in 1948 ivan finally is allowed to return home and he's been told to bring all the other ussr and satellite reps with him so feliks gets dragged to moscow to live in an extremely overcrowded house until 1952.

after stalin dies policy toward the reps changes and the satellites are going to be allowed to return to their own land; feliks is the first to do so because as mentioned all the way at the beginning ivan just hates him and doesn't want to live with him at all lol so he ends up back in warsaw where he stays, remaining more or less cooperative (by his standards at least) until the ussr collapses.

he spent some time in the 90s trying to participate somewhat actively in his new government but realized that 1. he'd kind of gotten used to just doing his own thing 2. he's too vocally queer, etc, to get along with them, so nowadays he does the absolute bare minimum in this regard (mostly interacting w other reps for them) and spends his free time doing whatever he wants instead. also he lives in krakow, not warsaw, bc he likes krakow more (aside from like. in my heart feeling like he's a krakowiak, i think he just associates warsaw with war and the comm. regime and really wants very little to do with it) and hey he's not got v many gov't responsibilities so it doesn't matter lol

#oh this is a long one #um #yeah #still pretty tldr all things considered asdf but #heta meta #hetalia

[shinobuscanonwife]

Hello!!! Kikuo Anon here!! How’s today going??

I have another request for you…! i also got sick today, nothing severe, just a sore throat, but anyways about that, feel free to delete this whenever! but anyways…!

Could i request the Hashiras with a S/O who has a Draco Malfoy Personality from Harry Potter?

(So… im sure everyone knows this guy, but I’m just gonna give out this information if you don’t know who he is, he’s cruel and power hungry, but he’s ultimately cowardly, he mayy put up being a fearless bully but he would be nothing without his friends and family, he’s also mean to everyone)

Thats it from the information I’m giving you, but you can also research some more about him if you’d like (^^) omg imagine if they use a wand instead of a sword… that would be cool

Thank you soso much!! :D

Spoilers for season 1 on Sanemi's!!

Mitsuri

She thinks you're really cool! She thinks you can be a bit mean to others sometimes but she tries to ignore that as much as possible. She thought you were very strong at first and she still does but she noticed how cowardly you could be at times that's probably why she caught feelings for you in the first place. She saw you had a cowardly side and you try to hide that by being mean to everyone.

Shinobu

She tries her best to understand you. She knew your mean and fearless personality was hiding something. When she found out about how cowardly you are she never let you live it down. "You must be so scared y/n...Don't worry I'll get this demon!! You can just sit and watch." She does think it's interesting how you have a wand instead of a sword. She asks a lot of questions about your training and how you manage to behead demons with a wand.

Giyuu

He was kind of scared of you at first. I mean you're mean to everyone. But once he got to know you more he saw how cowardly you are and gets more comfortable around you. He likes how unique your fighting style is. Using a wand and not a sword he had heard that Sanemi's brother uses a gun but he had never heard of anyone being able to behead demons with spells. Asks you about your training and why you don't use a sword and instead use a wand.

Rengoku

For some reason he immediately liked you. Like from the moment he met you he was just like "Yeah I love them now :D" He thinks you are just a bit too mean to the other Hashira but he tries to ignore it. He wishes people would see you the way he does sometimes. Because of your attitude, a lot of people don't like you. It doesn't seem to bother you but he wishes you had more people to rely on than just him. He loves your wand he's kind of confused about how it works so he asks you to teach him how to use it.

Sanemi

You two got along almost immediately. He loves your personality. He dislikes most of the Hashira so you two both just talk about annoying things all of the Hashira do. He doesn't understand why you use a wand, not a sword, but he doesn't really care that much about what you use to fight as long as you're killing demons. You get into arguments with the other Hashira a lot so he's always defending you. And it's the same with you. When Sanemi was stabbing Nezuko you can best believe you were helping Obanai hold Tanjiro down.

Obanai

You and him get along very well. He's probably so impressed with your aggressive and mean personality he probably doesn't even notice your cowardly side. He doesn't really pay any attention to your wand either. You and him talk shit about everyone there. Like you and him are just Giyuu's personal bullies. He really likes training with you. Times like this he wishes he paid attention when you were talking about your wand he didn't know what to expect from the wand and he ended up loosing D:

Muichiro

He remembers you easily because of how aggressive you are with people. He had never met anyone as rude as you. He was kind of curious about what made you that way. But when you and him got assigned to go on a mission with each other he saw how cowardly you are and he starts to kind of understand you more. You act like that to hide how you really are. He didn't share this information with anyone because he didn't want to upset you but he doesn't find you as intimidating anymore.

Tengen

He thinks you're very flashy!! You are the only demon slayer he's ever met that fights with a wand and not a sword. Hina is kinda intimidated by you at first but once she sees how cowardly you really are she gets more comfortable around you. You and Makio instantly get along well you and her spar a lot. Suma is scared of you. Even if she finds out how cowardly you are she's still very intimidated by you.

Thank you for your request!! Sorry if this is kind of short!! Have a nice day/night

#kny x reader #kny fluff #kny headcanons #shinobu x reader #mitsuri x reader #sanemi x reader #tengen x reader #obanai x reader #rengoku x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader

[rapid-looser]

★Only one returns.★

c!technoblade X gn!reader

a/n: I'm slowly getting into writing again after recovering from being sick and this was be read as platonic or romantic.

Pronouns: none (you/yours)

Requested: yes/no

Trigger warnings: stab wounds, angst to fluff, blood, mentions of death,and cussing

Worry. That's the first thing you felt when your close friend, The blade, didn't answer when you knocked on his door. All his dogs were here, but he wasn't inside. You went around the back to check of he'd be at his farm, as he would sometimes be, but he wasn't there either. You thought he could've gone to the nether but he usually tells you and Philza beforehand. You've known Techno for a quite a few years, since you both were 14 to be exact. You had met him when you seen him in the nether, it wasn't his first time entering the nether, but he got distracted by gold as piglins do, and wandered off away from Phil. Since he hadn't been in the nether alone, he quickly found a ghast firing fireballs at him. You were looking for ghast tears. You've already been to the nether multiple times by yourself and you knew how to deflect a ghasts fireball because your siblings taught you how to. You were lucky enough to hear the ghast and headed towards it, just to see another person- or rather a half looking person, in the way of the fireball. Lucky enough for him, you were able to push him out of the way if the fireball and deflect it right back at the ghast. He was in a state of shock at first as you approached him. "Heyo that fall didn't make you knock yourself out did it?" You asked as you pulled him up. "Uh no, sorry, but why exactly are you out here in the nether, and how did you deflect that ghasts fireball?" He asked as he brushed himself off. "Well okay one question at a time, I'm searching for ghasts tears, and i was taught how to deflect it with a shield, but you really shouldn't be here by yourself if you don't know how to deflect a basic fireball" You replied, answering his questions. "Well I'm not exactly by myself, but i managed to loose my father" He stated. You sighed and said "Well I'll help you find your father, but ask him how to deflect a ghast fireball next time you come here alright?" "Yeah I will next time" He replied in a annoyed tone. You two met in the nether multiple times after that, which eventually led to a friendship that still stands strong in the current time. You zoned back in when you felt a hand on your shoulder, "Mate you alright? You've been standing here for the past 10 minutes." Phil stated. "Eh? Ah yeah I'm fine Phil, but where did Techno head off to? He didn't alert me that he was going to the nether" You replied as you faced Phil. "[Name], he's gone to fight quackity, didn't he tell you?" Phil said. "No, he didn't tell me. Phil why didn't he tell me." You asked, although it sounded more like a demand to know. "[Name], mate, when two men go out to face each other, you do realise only one returns, but don't worry too much, Techno knows how to handle himself, now come inside, you'll get frostbite if you don't" Phil replied.

After a while you started to worry. Yeah techno could handle himself but what if he gets ambushed? Just then, the wolves started barking, as well as a lantern could be seen entering the fence. As you went to grab your sword, your front door was pushed open, followed by a 'Thump'. Just as you suspected, The blade, had passed out near your door, was bleeding out and probably concussed. His hair was entirely tangled and his cape was ripped a bit. "You've gonna be kidding me." You signed as you put your sword into its case and started dragging his now unconscious body towards your table, which was where your medical supply was near. Then you grabbed his crown from where it fell when he fell. Eventually he slowly gained consciousness, and the first thing he did was reach for his axe, which was over hanging up near the entrance. "Well thank you for waking up" you said, sarcastically. That made him flinch a bit, since he was still slightly concussed. "Eh? Well your welcome of course, and I won did i not?" He said while his voice was laced with confidence. He also attempting to turn towards you, which failed because if the wounds and he tried to turn too fast. "Yeah with nearly bleeding out, staining my floors with blood and having an even bigger bounty on your head." You stated, clearly not impressed as you motioning to the spot where he passed out, which was stained with blood. "Eh it's fine, you can replace to later" he said as he brushed it off. "I'll even get the materials for you to replace the floor" He continued on, not giving you a chance to reply to his last statement. You sighed as you stood up and approached him. When you were near him you said "Your a fucking idiot, Techno." You hesitantly half hugged him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable since he usually does with physical affection. Once you noticed he didn't tense up, you continued to hug him, gently, to not continue the bleeding. "Yeah yeah whatever you think, nerd." He replied as used one arm to half hug you back and the other to pat your head. It was something he did when he comforted someone. Although he would never admit it, but he was worried about not returning that day, but at least the blood god survived, because technoblade never dies.

#c!techo x reader #dsmp x reader #technoblade x reader