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alolowrites · 4 years

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A Late Night Promise

Summary: Much to your dismay, you share an elevator ride with Shouto after staying late at the office one night.

Author’s Note: Saw a prompt with just the word “elevator” and my mind came up with this. It’s been a while since I wrote a long-ish fic for Shouto. One last thing, everyone is of age.

Enjoy!

“So what do you say?”

“Oh…I don’t know…”

“C’mon.” Saito leans against the doorframe. “I promise we’ll have a great time on Saturday night. I know this fantastic hibachi restaurant in the city. The chef is also a close friend of mine. What do you say?”

“That does sound like fun.” What’s not to love about watching an experienced chef perform their tricks on the grill? The excited yells, the sleek spatulas slicing on the metal ice, the delicious food sizzling to perfection. Your mouth waters at the mere thought of it. And yet, “Can I let you know tomorrow? I just gotta make sure I’m free.”

“No problem,” he smiles at you. “Text me when you’re ready.”

Waving goodbye, you walk away. Few employees are working late tonight at Endeavor’s agency, especially if they are network engineers such as yourself. You don’t mind staying behind to help. It means spending more time in the server rooms. Each one is like a fun maze where you purposefully try to get lost in. They came in handy after enduring a painful heartbreak.

The hallway runs for miles. Lights flicker above you and the low buzz tickles your ears. You can’t shake the growing feeling of someone watching you. Pausing mid-step, you peek over your shoulders with weary eyes. A janitor pushes his cart around the corner. His whistles echo down the hall until they fade away.

You relax.

It’s a false alarm. Shaking your head, you stride towards the elevator. Cool air bursts from the vents which is a blessing. Outside is a nightmare with all the humidity. From the corner of your eye, you see a storm approaching. The wind howls in between the trembling leaves. Dark clouds gradually engulf the entire block like the Blob Monster. And soft thunder rumbles in the distance.

Perhaps it will rain tonight. Lord knows you desperately need it to rain. After suffering under humidity’s tyrant rule, you are ready to be saved.

The button turns yellow. You wait for the elevator by scrolling through your phone. Instagram is a bore. Snapchat’s hourglass reminds you to keep your fiery streak alive. And, unsurprisingly, Chargebolt is trending on Twitter. Just as your thumb hangs above the screen, the strange feeling returns.

You glance to your left and nearly drop the phone. Shouto is marching down the hallway. Panic hits as you pound the button multiple times. Seconds are ticking by. Precious time is fleeing. Where is the damn elevator?!

Ding!

You immediately dive inside. Lurching forward, you attack the button until the doors start closing. A hand slices midway and everything stops. Shouto saunters inside; the elevator groans under the newly added weight. You scuff back to the center. He dusts off the invisible lint on his black dress shirt. He gives you a once over before standing besides you.

The elevator moves.

No music plays from the speakers. The box is so quiet, but your mind is on overdrive. It’s as if someone accidentally disconnected a cable and now the network system is malfunctioning. Only you couldn’t fix this mess. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea answering those emails; they kept you behind an extra ten minutes. Too late to change that now.

You glimpse at the black screen above you. The dwindling numbers keep you sane even if you’re hanging on by a thread. Once the ride reaches the lobby, you will block it from your memory. Until then, all you need to do is ignore him. It should be easy enough.

“You’re leaving late again.”

Shoulders back.

“It’s not good for your health.”

Eyes front.

“Will you please say something to me?”

Lips shut.

Shouto takes the hint and backs off. He rethinks his strategy in silence while your eyes are fixated on the elevator’s doors. His body is partially blurred. Although you couldn’t see his face, you know he is frustrated; the clenched fist gives it away. Your phone vibrates in your grasp. A soft smile tugs on your lips as you read the sweet message.

Shouto scoffs. You frown.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shoves one hand in his pocket. You suspiciously eye him before turning your attention to the phone again.

The blue light flickers with each floor change. A finger taps against the side of his leg. Time is running out for him. He must act quick. Who knows when he will be this close to you, and alone, ever again. Shouto thinks back to your answer and nearly cries; he craves to hear the sound of your voice—it’s sweet and addictive.

“Are you going to do it?”

“Do what?”

“Go out with him?”

“How did you—did you spy on me?!”

Shouto bites back a grin. That’s six more words than the last response.

“I wanted to know if you were okay.” He shrugs as if he did nothing wrong. A migraine knocks on your forehead. “Your team has been working diligently on installing the new security firewalls. After all, my father wants to make sure everything is secured.”

“Forget about your father’s insane demands!” You thrust a finger his way. “How long have you been spying on me, huh? Tell me right now!”

His mouth is glued shut.

“Shouto!”

“Since you started talking to Saito!” Embers flicker off his hair. He towers over you, but you do not flinch away. One hand rushes through his locks. “He kept getting close to you. I wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt you.”

“Like you didn’t hurt me?!” You dryly laugh. Your icy glare almost gives him frostbite. “You’re the one who broke up with me!”

“I did it to protect you!” Oh here we go again, that same old excuse. You pace around the elevator to avoid his nonsense. Shouto does not back down. “There are villains who want to kill me! If they ever found out about you—”

“You don’t think I know that?!” A foot harshly stomps on the floor and rattles the box. “For crying out loud, Shouto, I work for your dad! This whole freaking office is a prime target!”

The numbers continue climbing down.

“I knew the risks that came with dating you. I’m not stupid, but you—” a finger jabs his shirt “—made the choice to leave me. You decided to end things without even considering how it would have hurt me.”

His eyes flicker between your finger and fiery daggers.

“It was hard getting over you.” A cold, haughty chuckle rings into the air. “But now that I’m ready to start dating again, you decide to spy on me? You have some nerve!”

Another stab to his chest.

“It’s over, Shouto.” You boldly stand your ground. “I suggest you move on and forget about us.”

A thin line appears on his mouth.

Shouto marches towards the front and smashes the emergency button. The elevator abruptly stops. For a few seconds, it shakes like an aftershock from a larger earthquake. You yelp and stumble, but catch yourself. Shouto’s hand slips down. The unbearable humidity returns, only it feels worse, like standing in the middle of the Amazon rainforest with no escape.

A pair of eyes focuses on you. He’s like a jaguar who briskly stalks closer to his prey. Out of instinct, your legs stagger away from him until you hit a wall. Two large hands slam against the metal plate. The shockwaves roll down your back as his arms cage you in place.

When Shouto leans forward, you swallow a hard gulp. Apparently there are two storms happening tonight—one outside and the other thrashing inside his eyes. You’ve only seen this look a few times; it never fails to make you shudder with anticipation. Soon a small flame ignites deep in your soul.

It grows at an alarming rate. A cool sensation trails across your jawline and down your neck. You restrain yourself from biting your bottom lip. The air swirling around becomes unstable. Your breathing quickens its pace. Your throat dries instantly. Your heart beats uncontrollably. Shouto amusingly peeks at the bag and the pitiful distance it puts in between you two.

“You said to move on and forget, but there’s one small problem…” His gravelly voice makes your legs quiver. He tilts his head so your noses brush. You could almost taste the peppermint breath flowing out from his parted mouth. It fails to cool down your flushed face. After the brief pause, he rasps, “I can’t and I’ll show you why.”

Lightning finally strikes.

Without warning, strong lips crash against yours. They are desperate for you. Starving even. His actions reawakens a long forgotten feeling in your core. The small flame transforms into a powerful wildfire ravaging everything in its path. You wither under the heat. At this point, nothing holds you back and fully give in.

You kiss him. Hard.

A cool touch makes you gasp. Shouto wastes no time devouring the inside of your mouth with his tongue. The movements are precise, yet reckless. A wave of pleasure spreads throughout your body as your eyes roll back. The bag drops to the floor and Shouto effortlessly kicks it behind. With the only obstacle gone, he collapses his entire weight on you.

You yank away to catch your breath.

Large hands seamlessly wander down your body. They are painfully slow for your liking. Shouto smirks when your fists fervently tug the collar of his shirt. He stops torturing you by swooping his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you up. Eager legs wrap around Shouto’s torso to hold yourself steady.

After weeks being apart, you miss his touch. You miss exploring his lean muscles bulging through the fabric. You miss inhaling his unique cologne scent. You miss digging your fingers through his sleek hair and disrupting its neat form. You simply miss everything about him.

Shouto hears you beg and fulfills your wish by deepening the kiss. It is more animalistic, more ferocious than the first one. Shouto shoves you further up against the wall for better control. Ironically, he is fighting to keep his composure together. Your tantalizing lips, however, pushes him over the edge. Lustful thoughts consume his mind as he praises every inch of your body. His mouth attacks your neck while you sing against his ear.

He almost loses it when you breathe out his name.

Meanwhile, his searing touches threaten to unravel the last string of your sanity. You guide his mouth back to yours as you are hungry for more. The storm charges through with no end in sight. Shouto’s satisfying groans blurs with the thunderous applause exploding among the thick clouds. Time is nonexistent. Your focus is on Shouto who pours his entire heart and soul into each blazing kiss. They are chaotic, but divine. You surrender yourself to the madness and transcend into a state of euphoria.

Oh how you wish you could stay there forever.

As the kisses weaken, you sink back down to reality. Through your heavy eyelids, you see Shouto pull away from your plump lips. Both chests heave like two runners who finished a grueling marathon. There are no crowds of people cheering for you two, just your heart. A soft sirocco wind passes by as Shouto tiredly presses his forehead on yours.

He croaks, “Now you understand why I can’t move on and forget about us?”

You do.

Shouto searches through your overwhelmed eyes for an answer. He gently caresses your face like the precious treasure it is. The hero savors your lips one last time and etches them into his memory. Fighting against his wish, he carefully puts you down. Your legs wobble and you don’t trust yourself to move. Shouto walks to the front and press some buttons.

The elevator roars to life again.

You tuck in your blouse and pathetically fix your disheveled hair. A bag appears in your sight. Grabbing it, you choke out a quick “thanks” to Shouto. Both of you return to your original positions as if the passionate episode never happened.

No music plays from the speaker, but it is far from quiet. You hear your heart racing and the electric sparks buzzing in the tensed air.

“I’m sorry,” Shouto whispers. You stiffen at the sound. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. I was inconsiderate about everything…especially your feelings.”

You lower your gaze.

“I won’t stop you from going on that date.”

Your ears perk at his statement. Ignoring all warnings, you stare at him. Something indescribable swirls in his eyes. You realize they only appear when he’s preparing himself for battle.

“It is still your choice to make, but,” Shouto holds your hand in his warm grasp. The sheer determination flaring through his gaze takes your breath away. “Please know that I will not rest until I win your heart again.”

Ding!

The doors open, but you don’t exit. You’re still trying to process his words—his declaration of war for whomever decides to challenge him. Closing your gaped mouth, you glance between Shouto, your hand and the empty lobby. You numbly step off the elevator and lumber away.

Rain droplets cover the glass doors. Everything is quiet outside. The storm is gone and off to torment another city. You can finally breathe since the air is lighter. As you take a whiff of the earthy-musty scent, you feel the back of your hairs rise. Your eyes peer over your shoulders to see Shouto watching you.

He proudly stands tall.

A giddy sensation rushes down your spine. You grip the handle to keep yourself steady. Overwhelmed, you release a shaky sigh before exiting the building. In the lobby, Shouto curls his fist without looking away.

“I promise to win you back.” His lips curve into a small, but confident smile. “No matter how long it takes.”

Shouto will make sure of it.

As always, thank you for reading!

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murdertrialimagines · 5 years

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Breaking Down

“Can I please get how the SDR2 boys react to their s/o reaches their breaking point and just goes off on Monokuma/ the boys having to comfort them afterwards when they realize how stupid/dangerous going off was and break down. Sorry if that doesn't make sense, haha. Hope you're having a good one!”

I’m finally getting back into the writing mood! If I haven’t gotten to your request yet I am so sorry! I will hopefully get to it before 2022 soon! This is such a good request, I am so excited to write it! ^-^ Story under the tag~

Hajime Hinata

Hajime had found you halfway through your rant, following you angered yells to your cottage

He had thought you were being attacked, so he swung open your unlocked door, not caring to knock

He saw you, screaming down at something much shorter than you

Monokuma, he realizes, as he sees the ever so calm bear standing in front of you, a blank expression on his face

And you, the polar opposite. Screaming, yelling angri- wait were you crying?

He watched as you stood mere inches away from the bear, waving your arms and crying

“This is all your fault! Everything could be fine but no, you made everyone turn on each other! You gave us motives to kill people! Friends! Friends are killing friends and that isn’t right!”

Hajime watched as you raised your foot against the still calm bear, ready to stomp down on it.

He watched as your whole body shook and you lowered your leg, took a few steps back, and slid down the foot of the bed, collapsing into a pile of tears and hiccups

Monokuma silently snickered at you

“Puhuhu~ Maybe this is your gateway to despair? Will you kill someone, y/n, to get out? Or maybe-”

“Monokuma, get out.”

Y/n jumped at Hajime’s voice, looking up at him and furiously wiping her eyes

“Hajime! What are you doing here...?”

“I’m asking Monokuma to get out.” Hajime turned to the plush. “Please. Leave.”

With a snide remark Monokuma left, leaving the two teens in silence

Hajime walked over to you, sitting next to you. He pulled you into a hug, sitting silently as you squeezed him, letting everything out

“I’m such an idiot!” You gasped in air. “I almost broke the rules, I’m just-I’m just so angry! This was supposed to be happy, but all of my friends are dying... and I can’t do anything about it!” You put your head into Hajime’s chest, continuing to cry until you finally couldn’t anymore.

After a few minutes of silence Hajime heard you make a small noise, then slip down more

Then the snoring came

He softly picked you up with only a little bit of struggling

Laying you down on the bed, Hajime pulled the covers over his girlfriend before quietly leaving the cottage, making sure to lock the door behind himself

He sighed, replaying the whole scenario in his head

He could only hope that this will either end or get easier for you.

Nagito Komaeda

When you started telling off Monokuma during the second third investigation, Nagito was ecstatic

You were finally standing up to the greater evil after staying in the background for so long! Who wouldn’t be happy?

But when he saw the tears streaking your face, he felt something was off

You started shaking, voice straining and lip quivering. Monokuma only kept repeating that this is how things were.

“But this isn’t how things should be! It’s all your fault! I don’t want to believe in your hope and despair bullshit! I want to go home, with my friends!”

Nagito stood with the others investigating the crime scene, watching you scream and make gestures at the snickering bear

“You are a monster! I hate you!”

A few people shouted in surprise as you picked up the stool sitting on the stage, chucking it at Monokuma

You missed by mere inches, the stool clattering onto the floor with a thud

Everyone watched as Monokuma grew angry, Nagito moving closer to you as the bear flashed his claws out

“You’re lucky that missed, brat! But just be warned, even if it misses next time I wont hesitate to punish you!”

With that, the bear was gone, leaving a breathless you and your frightened friends

And that’s when the whimpering started

Everyone watched as your whole body shook, small noises painfully coming from you. You sank down to the floor holding your face in your hands to cover up the tears

Everyone wished they could give you privacy, but this was the crime scene, and a few of them hated to admit it but they were a tad worried that this could be a ploy to distract them

So you sat in the silence and cried, until a weight was placed on your shoulder

You quickly looked up, wiping away the burning tears in your eyes to see your boyfriend standing next to you, a soft smile on his face

You gave out a tiny yelp as you were suddenly picked up and carried out of the music venue

You had been taken back to Nagito’s cottage, where he laid the two of you down on the bed and let you cry into his jacket

“I just don’t want to be a part of his stupid game anymore...” You sniffled and sat up

“No one is happy here! Everyone we know is killing each other, how long until one of us is a target? I don’t think I can handle a situation like this...”

Nagito pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight enough to make you feel like you were grounded to earth

“I promise you, the rest of us will beat Monokuma! Once we pick out this despaired student, everyone else’s hope will make sure no one will die here ever again! You just have to trust me, okay? Everyone will be fine.”

You hugged Nagito back, sighing into his chest

“I really hope you’re right.”

You let your eyes close, body leaning on your boyfriend

Nagito looked down to see you asleep, and smiling, got out of bed and pulled the covers over the you. You could nap until it was trial time, right?

He quietly left your room and quickly returned to the crime scene, looking for clues and ignoring the worried glances from everyone else

Still, he couldn’t help but worry

You were falling to despair, and he couldn’t have that.

Byakuya Togami

You didn’t want to believe that you panic this easily

Nothing had happened yet, no one dead, not even a motive set up by your captor

You had gotten to know everyone, quickly becoming close to the well known Togami

He was determined to keep everyone safe, so when he got a note that someone was going to die, he tried to hide it from everyone

But when you had come to his room to surprise him, you easily found the note hidden in a notebook

why is he so bad at hiding things

You found the note and completely flipped, going to Byakuya first to ask why he didn’t tell you

“I thought it would freak you out, and I guess I was right.”

After a very heated squabble (That left Mikan shook and Ibuki ecstatic), you stormed off from the park you went to your dorm and shouted for Monokuma, and like every time, he popped up out of nowhere

You demanded to know why he ruined your school trip, and put everyone on the island in danger

He just laughed, and said that it was, “For despair of course!”

You began to yell, stating that while you didn’t know everyone here very well, you knew they didn’t deserve to die like this.

The bear covered his ears, sing songing at you until you let out a harsh shriek, taking a book and raising it above your head to throw it at him

As you brought your arm down, a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, forcibly causing the book to drop from your grasp

Your boyfriend, Togami, had seemingly gotten in undetected due to your loud one sided argument

“Y/n,” his grip on your wrist softened just a little. “Don’t be foolish. This is what he wants, you’re only playing into his plan.”

You snapped your head back to Monokuma, seeing he had disappeared via an unknown passageway

Togami tilted your head back to him, slowly releasing his grip on your arm, allowing it to fall to your side

As you stared into your boyfriend’s stern eyes, all you could do was well up with tears and cry, pulling him by his shirt into a hug

“I’m so sorry! I’m just so afraid that someone’s going to get hurt! I don’t want that, I want this to go back to the fun vacation it was!”

You couldn’t see it, but Togami’s eyes softened, and he raised his hand to softly rub circles into your back

“I know. You just need to be more careful with your emotions. As much as I hate it I can’t change our scenario. The best I- we - can do, is help everyone stay safe, lead them down the right path. Now, no more outbursts, okay? I can’t have you be killed for something so reckless.”

You let out a halfhearted laugh, pulling him closer and sighing. After a few more minutes of calm reassurance, you told your boyfriend you wanted to go to bed, and quietly said goodbye as he left

He was sad that you wouldn’t be going to the party tonight, but you needed rest, and the last thing you needed was to be around more hectic situations today

He’d have to make you a breakfast in bed when he checked up on you tomorrow.

Gundam Tanaka

You had been trapped in the fun-house for what seemed like weeks, even if it had only been a couple of days

Yet days without food and water really take a toll on the human body, and you were starting to envy Nekomaru for not being affected.

That is, until you overheard your boyfriend whispering his plans to his Devas

You had been asleep, or at-least partially, in the room that you and Gundam volunteered to share. You had not yet actually gotten out of bed or even started moving when you heard his voice explaining his devious plan to his friends

And you stayed like that, pretending to be asleep until you heard him wrap up the conversation. You felt him walk over and give you a kiss on your forehead, before finally leaving the room.

You jumped out of bed, taking a moment to regain your balance due to undernourishment, and yelled for Monokuma, not afraid of someone hearing you since you guys had the quiet room

As always, the bear popped out of nowhere.

“Monokuma arrives! Now, have you brought me here to beg for my mercy?! Because the mechanic already did that! No dice!” He gave you a twirl

What he didn’t expect was for you to pick up a pillow and throw it at him, himself easily dodging it

“Why are we here?! This isn’t a motive, you’re forcing someone to kill just for food! You’re a monster!”

You picked up more items, the lamp, a book, the clock off the wall, chucking them at your captor, who seemed to make this into a game of one sided dodge-ball

All he did was dodge and laugh at you, fueling your anger until you could barely pick your arm up anymore and your throat felt hoarse from ranting

“You’re lucky your emotions are good for the viewers! If I have found you even a teensy bit more boring, I’d have you sliced up!” He went to the door and opened it, just as your boyfriend tried to open it from the outside

Monokuma waddled away, ignoring your softened demands for him to come back

Gundam stood only for a second in the doorway, wondering what just happened, before he ran over to you and grabbed you by your shoulders

“My immortal Y/n, what happened?!” He looked you over once, twice, before staring into your eyes, his brimming with worry. “Did he hurt you? Did he try to give you another motive?! Because I promise you don’t-”

“I know what your plan is.”

His whole body froze, as if he had accidentally cast a frost curse on himself

“What?”

“I heard you” You took his hands off of your shoulders. “I wasn’t sleeping. You really plan to kill someone to escape?”

“It’s not that simple Y;n, you of al people should know that.”

“And what happens to Nekomaru, huh?! He just got a second chance at life and you’re going to take it away? That’s not something you get to pick and choose!”

You begin to storm out when he calls your name

“I’m doing it for you! I want you to get out of here, all of you, alive! It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. I...I don’t plan on surviving the trial, I’ll only use it to help strengthen your deduction skills. If I don;t do this, no one lives.”

His voice, barely above a whisper at the end of his speech, broke your heart.

“Oh, Gundam, I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you! I’m just so scared, and I’ve lost so many people and now I’m losing you too, I don’t know what to do-”

Strong yet shaky arms pulled you into a firm chest, and you relished in the warmth of your boyfriend

“When are you going to do it?” Your voice, barely audible

“Tonight. It can’t wait. I’m so sorry Y/n. I almost let Monokuma get to you.”

You hugged him back, whole body screaming to shut down at the effort you just exerted.

“Lay with me. At least until I fall asleep.. Please.”

“Of course my love.”

Kazuichi Souda

Kazuichi was coming up the stairs to the dining hall when he heard you

“I wish you were dead!” A large crash was enough for him to bolt up the stairs in record time, afraid you were in danger, or worse, the next blackened

When he reached the top all he saw was a mess, a table once full of food now flipped over, and a laughing Monokuma

And of course, you on top of all the spilled food, what seemed to be punch and ketchup staining your clothes

“Wh-wha-what the heck happened?!” Kazuichi rushed over and grabbed your arms, hoisting you out of the mess

Monokuma laughed louder

This only fueled your anger, causing you to pull from your boyfriend’s grip and reel back your leg to kick the bear, before taking a breath and lowering it, walking past both him and Kazuichi

“Let’s go, he wasn’t worth the effort.”

A little saddened by the fact that he didn’t get food, Kazuichi lagged behind for a few seconds before realizing that you were walking out of the building, and hustled to follow you

“H-hey Y/n! What was that all about? You’re a mess!” He wiped some bread crumbs off of your shoulder

“He...tried to give me a motive.”

This stopped Kazuichi in his tracks. “What?! What was it?!”

You turned around towards the mechanic, arms folding across your body. “I didn’t let him say it. The second I heard the word ‘motive’ come from his mouth I flipped. I mean, we’ve already lost four people, almost five! How long is this going to go on? Is someone really going to sacrifice everyone, or will everyone be murdered by then? I don’t want to find out, I promise I’ll kill whoever is behind this myself!”

You swiftly turned on your heels, walking away again, but only managed to get a few steps away when you were pulled off of your feet from behind

Realizing this was a hug, you spoke up.

“Uh, Souda? Can you put me down?”

“Nope!” He somehow effortlessly pulled you into a bridal style carry. “We’re gonna have a relaxation day, to forget about that stupid bear and his dumb motives! Nothing but the best movies and candy for my girl!”

He began walking, and in defeat, you sighed and sunk deeper into his arms

Could you ask for any better stress reliever?

Teruteru Hanamura

You and Teruteru had been cooking and cleaning for the party. You had volunteered to help.

He briefly left the room to put some tableware in the party room

You thought nothing of it, until he came back clearing shaken up

Asking what happened, he refused to answer, causing you to give him a stern glare that frightened him and turned him on

He gave in, telling you about how he saw Nagito place a knife under the table, and tell him his plan

You remained calm. Nothing would happen under your watch, and you assured Teruteru of that. He seemed relieved

Yet, that relief turned out to be a lie when Byakuya’s body had been found, not killed the way Nagito had intended.

You saw how panicked your boyfriend was, and instantly knew what happened

But you continued to help out, only mildly panicking when they found new evidence that could point to Nagito being innocent

Nobody caught the side glances you two shared. You were afraid he thought you were going to give him up, yet on the same hand you were afraid he thought you were going to help him.

All the turmoil and frustration built up until you finally excused yourself from the building, stating that the body and smell of blood were making you sick

Nobody batted an eye, and the second you were outside you punched the door, cursing under your breath

And that’s when you heard him

“What’s wrong?” His voice changing pitch halfway through as if you were a kid. “Afraid that you’ll have to choose between your life and his?”

You turned around to face Monokuma, looking down at him in anger

And than you started crying

“This is all your fault!” You pointed childishly at him. “You planted this idea in Nagito’s mind! And now Teru is paying for it! What did we do to deserve to be here, with these insane people?! We deserve a normal life!”

The door behind you was suddenly pushed open, cutting off your speech. You swung around, afraid a confession was just heard by one of your classmates

To your relief, Teruteru walked out slowly

“What is heaven’s name is going on? Y/n, are you alright? He didn’t...hurt you...did he?”

You turned back to Monokuma to continue berating him to see that he was gone, and began sputtering out an explanation when you sighed and just let the tears fall

“I don’t know what to do, Teru!” Your voice turned into a low whisper. “I don’t want to die, but I don’t want you to die either! This is all such a mess...”

Teruteru pulled you into a hug which you gladly accepted, enjoying the short silence

“Uh, Teruteru? Y/n?” There was a voice from the doorway. “The trial is going to start soon, and I don’t mean to interrupt your heartfelt moment but we want to have one last talk with everyone.”

“Thanks Hajime, we’ll be there in a minute.” When the talent-less boy left, you let go of your boyfriend

“Y/n, I promise, everything is going to be okay. Just trust me, okay? And follow my lead, I have a plan.”

You gave him that soft smile he loves and squeezed his hand before walking back into the building

He stood there, watching as the door closed behind you

You didn’t know it yet, but he had made up his mind

He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you

Nekomaru Nidai

You couldn’t believe it

An hour ago things were going fine

and now, an ambulance was taking away Nekomaru, who had saved Akane

You couldn’t help but blame her for this, but you didn’t want to take it out on her

So you took it out on Monokuma

You immediately marched up to the bear, grabbing him and shaking him

“Why the hell did you do that?! He didn’t do anything!”

You saw Monokuma’s eye glow red, but ignored it and continued to berate him

“You have no right to keep us here like...like prisoners! Everyday we fear for our lives, and we have a good reason to! it’s all because of you!”

A sudden sweep of wind was felt as Monokuma slashed mere centimeters from your chest

You let Monokuma go, dropping him into the sand

“You’re lucky we can’t have two participants MIA, or I’d have sliced you to ribbons! God, you’re just like your dumb boyfriend!” And with that, he disappeared

After it happened you avoided everyone who tried to talk to you, vouching to stay in your room and only leave when you needed to eat

You didn’t even want to go to the new island that opened up, even when Ibuki broke the lock to your room while you were sleeping

It wasn’t until one evening you had a knock on your door

“Go away, Ibuki. I don’t want to go.”

“A-ah actually, it’s Kazuichi!’

Kazuichi? He never talked to you during your stay here, let alone after the incident

Curious, you got out of bed and unlocked the door, opening it a crack

“What do you need?”

To your surprise, a small trinket was thrust through the opening of the door, you grabbing it on instinct

“I just thought you would like it...I mean until Nekomaru comes back!”

Before you could question Kazuichi he shut the door himself, leaving you with the small device

Looking at it, you immediately noticed the resemblance to Nekomaru, looking like a small silver version of him

Feeling your chest tighten, you flipped the trinket over, noticing a small button

Pressing it, you felt the toy come to life, eyes glowing a dull yellow and the arms on it slowly moving. It looked at you, arms thrown into the air

“Y/n! How great it is to see you! How is my favorite girl doing?”

“H...how are you talking?”

“Kazuichi programmed me to be exactly like the real Nekomaru you know! I want to keep you company until the real me comes back!”

You finally let the tears flow, clutching the small Nekomaru to your chest as you laid back down on your bed

“I miss you so much! I don’t know what to do!”

“It’s okay Y/n, I promise I’ll be back soon.”

You turned off the light, letting your toy Nekomaru’s eyes give you some light. Finally running out of tears, you fell asleep

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

Fuyuhiku Kuzuryu

You couldn’t believe it

Peko, your best friend, killed someone because your boyfriend ordered her to

Mahiru was dead, and this plan of yours had failed halfway through the class trial

You tried to hold Fuyuhiko back from running into the execution, but he wouldn’t listen

And you watched, as you saw both of your friends die right in front of you

That is, until Mikan gave you the hopeful news that he was still breathing, but critically injured

He was taken away by Monokuma, and you turned your attention to the bear

“What the hell Monokuma?! He wasn’t the blackened!”

The bear gave his signiture laugh, staring you down

“But isn’t it despairing? Especially for Peko, who believed her last moments alive were spent murdering one of her best friends. But it was also for all three of you, who all worked together to commit a crime!”

“Fuck you!” You took a step towards the bear. “I’ll kill you! You are nothing but evil and that should never be allowed, ever! I’ll make sure your last moments are by my hand!”

You tried to get closer to Monokuma but a hand was placed on your shoulder, and you turned around to face Chiaki

“What?”

“You’re giving him what he wants. Stop.”

With a growl, you wiped her hand off your shoulder and walked away

You left the trial alone for the first time, having both of the people you cared about stripped away in a matter of minutes

You stayed in your room even as everyone else investigated the new island

Until one day you heard furious knocking on your door, a voice calling your name through the door

Sighing, you threw your blanket over your head and dug deeper into the bed

“Y/n, we found a hospital, Fuyuhiko is there!”

Within seconds you were outside, still in your pajamas, running to the island as Mikan called after you to wait up

You found the hospital and swung open the door to each room until finally you found a room filled with people all standing around a bed

“Fuyuhiko!” You pushed through the wall of people to the bed, breath catching at seeing your boyfriend’s state

“Hey, Y/n.”

“I want to give you a hug but I don’t wan’t to hurt you.”

You saw him give out an airy laugh, slightly wincing at what you presumed was pain

You then noticed everyone shuffling out of the room, and soon it was just you two

“I’m sorry for scaring you, Y/n.”

You walked closer to his bed, sitting on the edge of it

“She’s really gone.”

“Yeah.”

You felt your lip quiver, and soon your whole body was wracked with sobs

“This is ll our fault! We caused her death!”

You felt a hand on your side, seeing Fuyuhiko facing the window

“It’s my fault, not yours. i shouldn’t have gotten so mad. I promise I’m going to get us out of here, for our sake. And not by killing anyone. I want the rest of us to get out for the sake of everyone who’s died so far.”

He looked into your eyes and you swear you saw tears in his eye

After a moment of silence you cleared your throat, standing up

“I should go back to my dorm, it’s getting late. You need to rest and I’m sure Mikan would flip if she saw you weren’t”

You began to stand up when you felt him grab your wrist

“Stay with me, please.”

With a sigh you turned back around, carefully climbing into the hospital bed with your boyfriend

You let him lay his head on your chest, listening as he slowly fell asleep.

“Goodnight Fuyuhiko”

Me? back from the dead? It’s less likely than you think! Seriously I apologize for the two months (or more) of complete radio silence! I’m trying to get back in the groove and complete the remaining asks I have (about 7?) These last two imagines are terrible, sorry Nekomaru and Fuyuhiko :(

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Compromise

It’s been way too long since I did anything for ProxiVus, so here’s this. I finished this a month or so ago and forgot to post it ahahaha wHOOpS

or, Corvus walks in on Proxima in a compromising situation.

Pre-Marriage, MCU Rating: M (smut. It’s smut.)

* * *

It had been an accident, more or less, and for lack of better terminology.

Proxima Midnight was on top of it always: the heat came on the fifth week, ushered in by warmth in her lower torso and an unholy amount of pheromones to signal her fertility to the males of her species, though there were none on Sanctuary—and the booster had to be administered on the fourth week, no later than at least the second day before so it could work its way through her system. Simple. Routine. The medication was inexpensive and plentiful on the open market for the many races like hers who had these evolutionary dilemmas, and the medical bay was always kept stocked.

But she had forgotten to take the spares before Thanos sent them to Perci-8, a two-week’s fly roundtrip from the nearest jump point, and when the heat came back, it came back swinging.

* * *

Corvus Glaive hadn’t meant to walk in on her. Not like that, at least.

In the last three years since he and Cull were recruited, Proxima Midnight had always been a fairly predictable woman. He could never guess what she would say to him because it often insightfully opposed her typical stance on others, but her opinions on those deemed lesser than them (safe to say, most of the galaxy) was a cycle of cynicism and belittlement. She kept focused, remained vigilant, spit venom, and hit like a freighter in combat. Then, they were a week out from their return trip to the jump point to deliver the news of Perci-8’s protection under Kree Law, when something went Wrong.

Proxima had been acting erratically the entire second half of their mission. She was frantic, teeth-grinding, hand-wringing, shoulders wound up like a cocked pistol, tense. Corvus heard her roaming the corridors of their ship when she should have been asleep. Then, he realized quickly, the scent of her was filling everything. She smelled faintly at first, so subtle he almost couldn’t tell it was her and not some dehumidifier short-circuited by sloppy engineering—and within days, she was akin to wet grass after the rain.

Corvus didn’t bother asking if the Ebony Maw could sense it. If the Maw wasn’t complaining, he wasn’t aware. Cull Obsidian didn’t seem to notice either, but he had taken after their mother, and their species were developed in size to overpower, not to outsmart, and thus couldn’t track scent.

Corvus smelled her, but it was not a scent he could place.

Concerned with her erratic behavior, he waited until the Maw and Cull were asleep before he found himself wandering silently to Proxima’s quarters. Whatever was happening, he didn’t deem it fitting to concern the other children.

He put his hand to the door and left it there, hovering just over the sensor. “Midnight,” he said, knowing his voice would be muffled but at least she would hear him, “I’m coming in. You haven’t been yourself lately and I wanted to ensure you aren’t hurt.”

She made a sound. It was neither approval nor disapproval.

He touched the sensor and the door slid open.

The sentiment was nicer than him entering her room without her permission, but he needed to know she wasn’t—

Oh.

Proxima was on her seated on her bed, back curved against the cold wall, completely nude. Her uniform and armor had been removed in a near manic rush, left scattered like leaves across the floor; she was flushed, panting, working two fingers furiously into herself, but she froze, statue-still, when Corvus’ visage appeared in the doorframe.

The smallness of the room was made apparent to him. He was merely three strides away, taking in a long view of her. His eyes darted to her legs. Her hands. To what her hands were doing.

She slammed her legs closed. Heat rushed to his face.

“Leave!” she snapped at him, trying her best to cover her womanhood with her other hand.

“Ah, Proxima—” Then, dumbly he said, “Are you injured?”

“What? No, I’m—I’m in heat, can you just—please, go, I can’t—”

“Is it bad?”

Silence befell them.

Proxima remembered to look away and nodded. “We left without my boosters.”

“Oh,” he said quietly. It was quite a long way from the jump point.

Her cheeks reddened, and she sighed. “I was doing—fine, or so I thought, but—” She set her head back against the wall and told him quietly, “Please don’t look at me. I am very ashamed you saw me like this.”

After another moment of quiet between them, Corvus set his glaive against the wall and closed the distance between them. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, dear Midnight. You have your needs. Allow me to take care of you, if it helps.”

“I cannot allow—I can do it myself, it—it is difficult, sometimes, to get there because I need—”

To mate. Those words hung thick in the air.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of,” he reiterated. “I do not want you to suffer. Let me help.”

Finally, she nodded.

“Do not expect the favor returned,” she said to him.

“I expect nothing from you.”

Slowly, she relaxed, and her legs fell open. She was dripping, the scent of her pheromones exploding about the room, making his head spin. He felt inadequate now, realizing that her heat should have been apparent to him, but it had been so, very long since his last hunt and it was such a rare honor to pleasure a woman as breathtaking as Proxima Midnight that his self-loathing slipped away immediately.

Corvus kneeled between her legs. His hands were on her waist, elbows keeping her knees spread for him, and curiously, he looked at her perked nipples and flushed chest.

“Do you want me to—”

“No,” she tried, “I just need you to—Corvus, Corvus—”

“Ssh,” he ushered, bringing his hand up to her cheek. She nuzzled his palm. “I’ve got you. Let me make it better.”

She nodded quickly, choking on a half-sob as he guided her hand out from her warmth and set it across her stomach. A thread of fluid went with her. It made him throb, curious, and his thumb pressed gently to her clit, rolled it over, tested her resolve. She moaned, overstimulated.

“Corvus,” she breathed out. That was better.

He hooked her leg over his shoulder, getting as comfortable as he could on his knees against the cold, solid floor. His vambraces came off quickly, then his gloves, and he dropped it all to the floor with a sharp clatter that reverberated through the room.

Slowly, he pressed two fingers to the throbbing hole of her and slid easily inside. She clenched desperately around him. Her head rolled back against the wall, torso rippling as the pleasure ran all through her. It felt like she was on fire.

He pumped his fingers in and out and deeper in, burying himself to the knuckle, feeling her velvet warmth collapse around him, ring for ring; he pressed up to where he felt her pulse. “You’re okay,” he said to her, kissing the soft inside of her thigh. “Don’t be ashamed.”

She curled her fingers around the edge of the bed and exhaled a throaty cry when he ran his fingertips in circles over her sweet spot. “Oh, oh!”

“You can enjoy this,” he said.

“Corvus!”

He wasn’t breathing right because she wasn’t breathing right. The desperation she told him of in her sounds, the scent of her arousal and heat in his every inhale. Oh, oh gods, it was too much, he was so painfully hard he wondered if he would come just from the inner friction of his suit.

“Stars above, you’re beautiful,” he growled out, moving his fingers faster, building into a steady thrust. “Moan for me, Proxima Midnight. Tell me how good you feel.”

She did, unashamed, rolling her hips down on his hand as he met her thrust for thrust, gathering her wetness on his fingers.

He remembered this was supposed to be about her and gave an apology kiss against her thigh for getting carried away; he instead situated his mouth over her clit. His tongue was rough, but it felt like heaven against her sensitive bud as he ran the flat of it in a circle. She was crying out, rolling against his face, desperately seeking her climax.

And oh, oh how he was going to give it to her. He thrust his fingers and sucked and licked and rolled her clit, taking her in, his own erection painfully pulsing between his thighs, giving it all to her so, so wonderfully.

“I want to come,” she begged. “Corvus, Corvus—I want to come—”

He put his mouth fully over her clit and sucked, perhaps a little hard but it did the job and she came with a scream. She locked up and pulled him in and her thighs clamped around him, threatening to suffocate him but gods he enjoyed experiencing every moment of it.

She tumbled through her orgasm. Her walls pulsed around his fingers, her hips jerked up off the bed and slammed down again; he thrust his hand into her until she stopped moving, and only then did he dare lift his mouth away to admire his handiwork. She was twitching terribly, quivering in her thighs.

He slowly removed his fingers and she moaned deep in her chest at the loss of fullness between her legs.

Maybe we can do it again, he thought, repressing the urge to tell her that much.

“Corvus,” she started to say, flushed from her face to her chest, quaking with aftershocks. Her eyes were glazed over. For a while words failed her, and all she did was breathe deep and tremble.

Corvus leaned in and nipped playfully at her stomach, startling a laugh out of her. The energy returned to her eyes. “There you are,” he said, and much to his surprise, she took his face in her hands and kissed him fully, running her tongue against his to taste herself in his mouth. When they parted, he was the one at a loss for words.

Proxima huffed, spent, and told him, “It’s a temporary fix, but it will do. Thank you.”

Corvus decided the floor was uncomfortable and picked himself up, perching on the edge of the bed. Proxima scooted over to give him space. He didn’t miss the way she put her hand over his. “You can always ask for help, Midnight. Besides, I quite enjoyed it myself.”

She gave him a weary smile. “Yes, well—as nice as it was, I cannot afford to be like this.”

“I know. Will you make it to the jump?”

“No, but I have gotten through it before.”

Corvus told her, “You can always ask for help. It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

She wasn’t looking at him, even though he was looking at her. “You say it like it’s simple,” she uttered, far enough way to have been a trick of his mind. “We both know how simple matters do not stay simple for long.”

“Proxima—”

“I will not ask more of you.”

He reached up and tucked a stubborn strand of azure hair back over her horn. “If you should change your mind, my offer stands.”

“Thank you.”

She meant it.

Corvus sat with Proxima until she fell soundly asleep, then took what was his and left.

#corvus x proxima #corvus glaive #proxima midnight #proxivus

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kenzieam · 6 years

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Shadows and Ghosts - Alternate Ending B (theatrical release)

STOP!!!! DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER UNLESS YOU HAVE ALREADY READ CHAPTER 10 AND HAVE CHOSEN YOUR PREFERRED ENDING!!!

Sera winced as her belly twinged, a second time in the past hour and she felt a shiver of anxiety. By the midwife’s estimate Sera was not yet due to give birth for a fortnight, perhaps even a moon; this was too early. Ivar and his brothers were away at the training grounds, Wulf with them and Sera had been resting on her bed, half-dozing. Her belly was swollen and tight, the skin only faintly marked due to Ivar’s diligence with scented oils and creams, concocted by the healer and midwife to make Sera’s skin more pliant and accepting of the strain her growing baby placed on it. Closing her eyes Sera could remember the feel of Ivar’s fingers, gliding lightly across her belly, caressing as he spread the oil, leaning in close to murmur to their baby quiet words, soft promises and declarations of the world that waited for her, the world he would give all to provide.

She shivered as her mind shifted tracks, now remembering the way Ivar would cling to her, grunting helplessly into her hair as he thrust. Pregnancy sex was the best, Sera had decided. The way Ivar worshipped her new curves, the sensations she felt, the way her body surged and heated for Ivar’s touch only made their love sweeter. He was unfailingly gentle with her, never rough or overwhelming, holding himself back from his usual dominance and control. Ivar loved to lay back now, have Sera straddle his hips and ride him while he stroked her swollen abdomen, spread his palms across to measure, caress her curves as Sera rolled her hips on him, drawing out ragged groans and moans of bliss from deep in his chest. To feel Sera pulse around him, arcing back in climax would draw him to release as well, cause him to throb and spill sweetly inside her, make him wish their child had already been born only so that he could fill her with his seed again, plant another babe to grow.

“Brun?” Sera called.

Her thrall, a quiet girl, appeared.

“Send a girl to the king’s training grounds, tell him the time grows near; and find the midwife, tell her the same and bring her to me.”

Brun nodded solemnly. “Do you need another girl until I return, my lady? Are the pains growing?”

“Not yet Brun, I will be fine until you return.”

“Yes, my lady.” Brun turned and dashed out.

Brun had been a gift from Ivar some months ago and had proven invaluable ever since; she would not take long to fetch the midwife and would choose the swiftest thrall to carry word to Ivar.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** A loud commotion, bumps and crashes signalled Ivar’s hasty arrival and the midwife hid a smile. Her mother had brought Ivar into the world and had always told her daughter that the boy was special, a supernatural force both gifted and cursed to Midgard and that life would never be boring around him. Her mother had been a wise woman.

The king’s eyes were wide as he stumbled in and Sera couldn’t stop a giggle. He looked as if he’d just received word of his wife’s pains and rode his horse hard over hundreds of leagues, days and days of unending travel to get to her. Wulf chattered happily from Hvitserk’s arms, a fresh streak of dirt on his chipmunk cheek and yelled, “mama!” when he saw her.

“Are you alright?” Ivar asked breathlessly, seeming to forget for the moment that he was King, that the woman before him was his Queen, married to him just as her belly had begun to swell and show that she carried new life within her, a crown of wildflowers in her hair and happiness dancing in her eyes. He dropped to her side, his metal-braced legs clanging sharply, but if he felt pain it didn’t show on his face.

“I am fine, Ivar. Relax, please,” Sera murmured as Ivar leaned close, hand stroking her cheek, heavy breath warm on her face. Had he ran the whole way? “It is just the beginning, I’ve barely felt anything yet.”

“But it’s too soon.”

“It is,” the midwife interrupted, “ but your child is strong and so is your wife. Your daughter is merely impatient to meet you.”

Ivar debated a retort, a snarl to offload some anxiety but thought better of it and nodded instead, pressing a kiss to Sera’s mouth, a little harder than normal, an edge of fear in it.

“Go change and bathe, you stink.” Sera teased, trying to lighten the mood.

That might have provoked a temper tantrum in the past, but Ivar only threw back his head and laughed. “Do I?”

“Like an old whaling merchant fresh into port after moons at sea.” Sera grinned.

“If I do, then my brother’s do too.”

“You all stink! I will not have my daughter born into such a stench!” Sera declared, sitting up to mock-glower at Hvitserk, Ubbe and Bjorn, standing near the door and they rolled their eyes at her teasing. Ubbe flapped his hand and blew a raspberry.

“You’re bossy as an old cow, Sera. By the gods, give you a crown and -”

“Enough. Go bathe!” Ivar shouted, still light-hearted.

“You go too!” Sera pushed him. “And bathe Wulf while you’re at it.”

The men left grudgingly, mutters of ‘bossy’ and ‘old cow’ trailing behind them and Sera fell back onto the furs with a grin. By the gods, she loved them all.

***************************************************************************************************************************************************** She was perfect. Smaller than Wulf and more delicate, her hair, thick with birth-jelly, promised to be as dark and lustrous as Ivar’s. Rosebud lips pursed before parting to emit a kitten-like mewl as the midwife placed her into her startled father’s arms, and, just like that, his heart was no longer his.

Her labour had been easy, according to the midwife and Sera’s own memories of her confinement with Wulf, but it had not seemed so to Ivar. Only his love and devotion to Sera kept him from running the streets like a madman, tearing out his hair and grabbing the nearest unlucky fool to thrash, to pay for the pained moans that Sera squeezed between clenched teeth. And yet, he should be thrashing himself, he raged, for he had planted this baby in her and now it was her agony to deliver it, by the gods, would he have been such a wreck at Wulf’s birth? Probably, probably worse. Damn him, he should have made a sacrifice to appease the gods!

The only comfort he could give his straining bride was his presence, his poor hand to squeeze until the blood left it and bones grated together, to bathe her forehead with cool cloths and murmur how proud he was of her; and he was, Odin’s breath, if giving birth had been left to men, they would have died out years ago, only a woman was that strong! After a time, as Sera’s pains grew shorter and more intense and the midwife announced it would soon be time to push, Ivar moved to sit behind Sera, her back to his chest, and let her lean against him for support. Her bare legs, knees bent and thighs dropped open, rested on his blanket covered legs and Ivar would be able to see his child’s head crowning if he leaned forwards to look.

The brothers had been in and out, taking care of Wulf, but had sensibly left the room as matters got more serious and Sera’s pains had started to crest. Bjorn, a father himself, knew what this meant and what was coming, and shooed his siblings out before they saw more than they wanted to.

Ivar had curled with Sera, with every push; his hands twined with hers, his face pressed to her throat, murmuring everything and nothing, soft words of encouragement, declarations of his pride, his awe of her strength, breathing hard with her when she stopped pushing between pains, collapsed back against his broad chest, muscles tense and quivering against him.

“Look,” the midwife beckoned, bent forwards, her hands outstretched, and, while Sera fell back into Ivar’s chest with an exhausted groan, Ivar leaned forwards, staring in awe as the crown of his child appeared, thick hair curled tight against the scalp. Sera arced and pushed again, a gritted groan her only sound and the baby slid free into the midwife’s waiting hands, looking terrifyingly tiny and still. Ivar’s breath caught as the midwife pulled the cord from around the infant’s neck and began to rub her briskly with a towel. Her answering cry was the sweetest sound Ivar had ever heard and Sera leaned back against him with a muffled sob, accepting the bundle the midwife placed in her waiting arms.

“It’s a girl,” the midwife smiled, but they already knew.

The baby quieted immediately as Sera pulled her close and her eyes opened dark and wide when Ivar spoke to her, trailing a rough finger along her downy cheek. Her gaze locked on her father and their eyes mirrored each other’s amazement and wonder.

“Runa,” Ivar whispered. “Runa Ylva Ivarsdottir.”

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gcdgiven · 7 years

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gcdgiven: ........ i started writing something [at work] but i'm legit holding back tears so i actually have to stop and wait until i get home omg @cellobowsandarrows: ......... what did you start writing gcdgiven: ............... somethin' cellobowsandarrows: .................. what kind of something gcdgiven: ................ a sad kinda somethin' cellobowsandarrows: oh no. WHAT SAD SOMETHING. DONT PLAY GAMES WITH ME gcdgiven: LET'S JUST SAY IT'S SO SAD THAT IT MADE ME WANT TO CRY IN PUBLIC. AND I DON'T DO THAT SHIT IN PUBLIC cellobowsandarrows: WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU WRITING OMGOSH

TW: Character Death.... my bad....

He wasn't pacing. He had paced in the halls the night before their wedding. He had paced when she was in labour, a restless energy that was felt by everyone that dared to go near. He had moved for the sake of moving, afraid of collapsing into himself like the stars he'd looked after once upon a time.

There was very little difference between the devil and the wolf that walked grooves into the perimeter of his territory. Every step was measured, the deliberate descent into a primitive state. With every step, his shoulders rounded out, his jaw hung a little lower, breathing through his mouth like a canine. Perhaps, finally, the earth had claimed him in his final form. The Beast, alien to the people of Eden, would always prevail of any humanity inside him-

"Dad?"

He turned like he'd been attacked from behind, hands swiping out to snatch at empty air, nostrils flaring, eyes wide and disturbed. It was only at the sight before him that he faltered - remembering that humans didn't take well to the heightened animal. His children stood, frozen in alarm - only seeming to ease when they saw the recognition in his eyes. Lucy was the first to move, averting her gaze from her father's raw emotion to fix her jacket. After a moment, Sam reached out to touch her arm, but didn't turn away.

"We're gonna be at B's house," he said. A moment, hesitating (an opening, vulnerability, now's the time to strike - stop it, your flesh and blood are not the enemy), before he went on, "She asked for you."

"N-" The word became stuck in his throat, and Lucifer gave a little grunt. Apparently, wordless, he gave the slightest shake of his head.

"Don't." It was the first time he'd heard Lucy speak all day. All week, really, "She asked for you. This won't be postponed."

Dark eyes flash over to her brother's gaze, signalling the final decision on the matter. Sam swallowed past the lump in his throat, and looked down at the ground. It took a moment, but he nodded in agreement, and let go of his sister's arm. She didn't move yet, watching, waiting for her father. A stubborn dog reluctantly obeying a command, Lucifer walked towards them - to the door they blocked. Satisfied by the response, Lucy headed for the exit. Sam remained until his father was right in front of him.

He opened his mouth, and that was as far as his resolve would take him. His eyes were turning red around the edges, and he had to swallow once more before he was able to croak out, "Love you, Dad."

Lucifer looked at him, and for a moment - maybe he was there. It was enough exposure to place his hand to the back of his son's neck and pull him in, pressing a kiss to the man's forehead. Sam crumbled under pressure, his breath beginning to shudder out. He lingered in the moment, his eyes slipping shut as his son fell apart. He couldn't do this, not to Sam - he couldn't let his children watch him slip away. By the time he pulled away, he managed to scrape together something of the voice of the father they knew.

"I love you both," he made sure to look at Lucy. He made sure that she knew, before glancing back at Sam, "I'll see you later."

Cheeks stained with tears, the man gave a small nod, and finally followed his sister out. Lucifer was alone in the hallway, waiting to hear the click of the door as they finally left. The beast inhaled, tilting its weary head up as he filled his lungs... and he killed it. It wouldn't be fair, to be so much of something and let that something die in front of her. Lucifer took that breath, and opened the door.

Kate had him locked in her gaze immediately. So much had changed over the years- she seemed so small, so frail, now, and yet those eyes were still able to say so much. She saw right through him. Tired, the crease between her lips tugs up at the corner, a quiet assurance. Simple acceptance. He inhaled, air making every pipe quiver on the way down to his lungs.

"All dressed up for me, darling?" he tried, falling flat on the delivery. But Kate's smile stretched, and it was encouraging enough. He shut the door behind him, crossing the room to place himself in the chair at her bedside. As he did, he went on, "You really shouldn't have. The kids were just in here. Naughty."

"You absolute-"

His hand took her small, withered one, and lifted it to press a kiss to her knuckles. He didn't dare break eye contact as he murmured, "I know."

Kate closed her eyes, her mouth bobbing as she tried to wet her lips. It pained Lucifer more than he could put into words. He'd seen this woman jump off buildings. Now she couldn't get out of bed, was hardly able to speak. Their universe was dwindling, the walls closing in. He knew this day was coming. He knew saving her, that night in the alleyway, was only postponing the inevitable.

Kate Morningstar was going to die.

"How's Sam... taking it?"

It was with numb words that Lucifer told her, "Barely made it out of the room. Lucy's in shock. They're grieving... but they'll be alright."

For Kate, it was too late for tears. But if she would have cried at all that night, it would've been then, in the hesitance before she dared to ask in that warbling voice.

"And you?"

Him? He was sitting at his wife's deathbed, with barely three gray hairs while she had shrivelled under the pressures of time. How was he taking it?

The question drew him out from the cold that numbness provided, though the heat that awaited him wasn't warmth.

"You're dying. How do you think I'm taking it?"

"You'll... you'll be alright..."

"Enough." There was more power to it than he realized he had in him to muster. But there was a spark, and it was burning, "They love you. They love you, Kate."

Almost tired, as if they'd had this conversation a thousand times, she asked, "You didn't?"

It was the past tense that made him snap.

"It wasn't love. I didn't love you. Love is for humans. I gave you so much more. I'm giving you so much more. It's everything, you're everything. Kate-"

"Don't... make this hard."

"What, don't make it hard to die? I think I'll continue to be an obstacle."

"Stop. Lucifer... we talked about this-"

"I lied," It was perhaps the most heartbreaking thing of all. He'd shattered everything he stood for to compromise, and in the e... and now it wasn't enough, "I lied, Kate, I lied, I'm so sorry-"

"Lucifer..."

"I'm not ready. I'm not ready, please. Please stay."

"Won't you... lie down? Lucifer... please?"

"I'll lie down later. Not now-"

"There is... only now..."

He had reached the end of his strength. His whole life was slipping away, and he found himself powerless to stop it. Powerless to do anything except listen. Obey. Finally, the great adversary merely followed the command of his deity. Carefully, he slid his arms underneath her, shifting her over to make room for him. He sculpted himself to her side the best he could without putting his weight on her. He ducked his head down, nudging his nose into the crook of her neck.

Her chin bumped into his head, and she hissed, "Gently, Lucifer..."

Almost in defiance, he bared his teeth and pressed them flat to her shoulder, right where it disappeared under her collar. Kate inhaled, one hand moving to touch his elbow, sliding up along his bicep.

"I said gently."

"You know me. You know this is gentle."

He lifted his head and, as if a fire had been sparked in him, he was angry. How dare she forget? They'd spent a lifetime fighting side by side. He was many things, but softness was a rare trait. He was strong. She was stronger.

Kate's breath rattled in their silence. He was starting to cry - or he only just realized - but he didn't dare look away. Using his first knuckles, he stroked over her face, lingering in the folded lines. They'd lived a life, they'd lived a forever - he'd given her everything he could. Everything he didn't think he could. Against all odds, she'd grown old, and he'd had the honour of being in her life.

Her eyes were glazing over. His breath catching, he dared to nudge himself a little closer, his nose a hair's breadth away from hers. She blinked, focusing once more on him.

There is only now. Swallowing back the sound that was bubbling in his throat, Lucifer told her, "I loved you. I love you. I will always..."

He was close enough that she could bend her elbow, resting her hand on his back. He closed his eyes against the wave of tears, leaning into press his forehead to hers.

"Take... care... of them... Lucy... Sam..."

Lucifer gave a nod. If he whimpered, it was only for them to hear. But he broke through the warble in his voice to promise, "I will. Darling, I will. Everything's arranged, they'll ask for nothing-"

Kate's chest rose and she hummed a laugh. He felt her wrist lift from his back, trailing her fingertips along his spine, "Prawn..."

"Yours," he opened his eyes, pulling back a little to meet her gaze, "Forever y-"

Her eyes had slipped shut, and he could've sworn his heart stopped. But then she nodded, the trace of a smile.

"Lie... lie down..."

Lucifer sat up so she could take her hand back, and lay down on his arm beside her. He grasped her clasped hands in one of his.

"I'm going to find you," he promised, "I'll going to do everything in my power to lift my banishment, and I'll find you in your paradise."

"Luci..."

"I'll find you."

"Love..."

"I love you."

He shifted closer, just enough to kiss her temple. They closed their eyes, and that's how they remained for the hours that slipped past. Her tired, rasping pants kept the silence at bay, distracted them from the fact that maybe, perhaps, they'd finally run out of all the things to say to each other. He was afraid to say something, and watch in horror as she couldn't reply back. She was too far gone. It was only a matter of waiting.

"I should've killed your father. I should've never run away that night after Uriel died. I shouldn't have said the things I said. I was wrong. You were right, you're always... You're always good. You're a hero, Kate Morningstar. Maybe a part of you never believed it, and I know I've always been a prawn... but I'm your prawn. And you... you've always been my hero. And I never thanked you for saving me. Thank you."

Her breath was fading, the space between each one growing longer.

"I will always be grateful for you, my dear. I will always love you."

There was a rattle, from the back of her throat. Lucifer's chest hitched, his grip tightening around her lax fingers.

"I love you. I love you."

A star will seize before its collapse. Kate's lungs clenched, and she exhaled. A silence. Her heart stuttered, as if baffled by the failings of the rest of her body - and eased. She sighed once more, stilling.

One beat. Two beats. Another breath.

And Lucifer was alone again.

#i quite like this book | FIC. }#i'm not going to pretend i can undo anything | KATELUCI. }#cellobowsandarrows #death tw #character death tw

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