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presidentlokis-hornyhelmet · 7 months

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idk if your requests are open but your laufey pavitr fic literally made me shed tears -- can i please request a pavitr fic based off of "My Love Mine All Mine" by Mitski? thank u ❤

My Love, All Mine

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Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x reader

Tags: One-Sided Attraction, Grief/Mourning, Unrequited Love

Summary: How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

A/N: I am so sorry for the delay pls forgive me y'all 🙏 ;_;

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The bustling city around you is lost to the souls who enjoy it. The morning is cold, the breeze chilling your bones but you don't care. You let the bright rays hit your skin, the tears falling down your cheek as you watch the graveyard in grim silence.

Nothing cuts deep like a love untold. And each time, somehow, it hurts more.

The wind blows brown leaves away, twisting and turning as they land on the dull tombstone. You brush off the dust with your hand, sitting down, unable to stop the tears flowing. The dent of engraved letters feel rough and icy against your fingertips. It feels wrong.

He shouldn't be here!

It wasn't supposed to happen, not to him!

One year ago today, he.. he died. And took with him your very life.

You want to cry so hard, you want to scream and shout but you're worn out. Throat gone sore, eyes tired and dried up but the sorrow never left. Heavy bags have formed under your eyes tainting any happiness left.

To the world he may be Spider-Man: a hero demised, to his family he may be Pavitr Prabhakar -a son lost- but to you, he was a friend, a savior and much, much more.

You loved him more than words could say, more than feelings could express; you loved him with all your heart, alone.

After his death, you used to come here with Gayatri, Pav's girlfriend, and grieve together. But as months passed she had moved out of town for the sake of her mental health, wanting to move on. Perhaps she got her closure; maybe you didn't, and that's why you could never forget. Or maybe, because this was all you ever had and you wouldn't let go.

Even if it was gone.

My baby here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth

The little touches that meant nothing to him, the inside jokes, the longing eye contacts that always meant something more to you.. the ghosts of memories past haunts in shattered pieces. How many times can a heart be broken? As long as it trusts, or as long as it loves?

So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for him?

He was the first one to like you for being Yourself. Pavitr brought a new perspective to your life. He showed you love when no one would, he gave you a hand when no one else did, he let you know you were valid, he showed what you were worth, he pulled you up from the dumps.

Pavitr gave hope to a withered, trampled rose; he made you come alive.

Except he had Gayatri to reciprocate it. You had to reserve yourself to just enjoying the unfortunate fate of being his friend, swallowing your feelings, however intense they were. What he doesn't know, won't hurt him -even if it hurt you.

You used to sit there, third-wheeling them and just being a spectator of everything you've ever wanted: Him. So near yet so, so far away.

Why you hurt yourself that way and still got addicted to it, you never knew. Maybe you loved the pain, maybe it was the kind of drug that keeps you alive. It had you going, looking forward to enjoying the littlest things in life, the most insubstantial interactions and most trivial of feelings. It made life brighter in general, it gave a weird rush in your veins. The possibility of it growing into something more toying cruelly with your gullible heart.

The pain, it was indescribable; like a crown of thorns squeezing your bleeding heart to the last drop. It hurt, and it felt so good.

But this was a different kind of pain. It's permanent and it's... forever. This wasn't the drug type of pain, this just came in and ripped the life from your hands, leaving you soulless; empty.

This is kind of pain that tears you apart limb from limb; a pain that leaves you broken forever.

The moonlight shines bright upon the edge of the cliff, illuminating the red and blue colored mask in your hand. you run your fingers over it again and again, feeling the material. The eye-lens are so wide and bright, expressive just like him. You let the stray tear slip down, tasting the salt on your lips.

The moon is full, but you feel empty.

He's here, he's here with me. He's gone nowhere. He's here, he's here!

You won't move on; you can't move on. You're stuck and you can't help it. You embrace yourself around the knees and shudder, crying.

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you?

You lean back and lie down on the grass, never taking your eyes off the moon, the beauty radiant. Perhaps one day you would go there too? Become a star in the sky and shine down on people like you, yearning for the tiniest bit of love. Is love that expensive?

Perhaps that had been too much to ask. Or maybe some simply must not ask.

Clutching his torn mask to your chest, your eyes droop as you slowly drift off to sleep, the radiant face and shining hair of Pavitr Prabhakar bleeding into your thoughts. He's here, he's here.

So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you

There is a price we all must pay and yours cost yourself. But you're not left with nothing.

Your love you own; only your love, all yours. And thus it remains forever.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love, my, my, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine, all mine

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Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading ♡

A/N: I am working on all the others, thank you so much for requesting and waiting! (hopefully i'll post them soon too!🤞)

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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Hello there, I hope you're having a good day/night! I have been really hooked on your writing recently ever since I read the first part of the billy hargrove x tutor reader one.

I don't really see any of these, but if you're up to it,

May I ask for a billy x step sister sister (Max's sister, and close to Max's age as well) where he treats her the same as max, but y/n gets possessed by the mind flayer instead of billy, but she survives somehow, but gets hurt during the fight, And billy feels bad for being so mean to her and tries to treat her and max better, thank you.

I am a sucker for these types of fanfiction, I eat these up lmao😂. You don't have to if you don't want to, but thank you for taking the time to read this❤ And sorry if this is confusing I don't word things right😔

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pairing: billy hargrove x f!stepsister!reader x max

genre: angst, fluff, violence and mentions of injuries

summary: your stepbrother helps save you from the mind flayer

A/N: let me know your thoughts! ❤️

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

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Billy rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance. He should be at home now but instead, he catches his stepsister and her friends breaking in the community pool. His eyes filled with anger and his fists clenched as he approaches them, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he hears a scream from the sauna. “Who the fuck is that?” he says pushing the kids away, he notices the door is locked with chains and he sees you vigorously sweating and panting through the small glass. “What are you doing? Why is that brat in there?” he puts is hands on his hips and turns around to face Max and her friends.

“Billy look, it’s hard to explain and you won’t believe me anyways but just go home. I promise we’ll clean up after - we won’t get you in trouble” Max says pulling him away from the door. Billy gets out of her grasp, “fine. But if you break anything inside or whatever, you and Y/N are-”

“P-please let me out!, I didn't do those. I-I swear!” you cry out, cutting him off. Billy approaches the sauna and peaks through the glass window once more, Max follows and looks at you in worry. “Y/N? w-what are you talking about?” she calls out “I’ve done really really bad things. Someone, something’s making me do it, I-I can’t control it. It’s always with me I can’t get rid off it! God I-I’m so scared” you say trembling, tears streaming down your face - you’re trying to fight back as you could feel it taking over you again.

“O-okay Y/N, relax okay? I believe you, we’ll find a way” Max reassures. You nod and try to calm yourself down, but it’s too strong. Your hands drop on the floor and you start panting again. Will suddenly feels a familiar chill on the back of his neck, he puts his hand on it and his heart starts beating fast, “the mind flayer’s taking over” he warns. Max pulls Billy as they all walk back, he has no idea what he’s doing and why he’s tolerating the annoying weirdos with him - he can’t even let out a single word. The lights start flickering making them scared, Billy sees your figure - black veins starting to appear on you.

Your fist hits the glass and reach for the door - you couldn't control it anymore, it’s like it dragged you out of your mind and trapped you on a seat as you watch yourself do horrible things to innocent people through a TV screen. You manage to break the chains and open the door, “I’m gonna fucking gut you!” you growl. You go towards Max but before you could lay your hands on her, you were already off the floor.

Billy drags Max who’s crying away and sees one of her friends, El approaching you with her hand out and nose bleeding. It seemed like she was the one trying to stop you from attacking the redhead, her fingers then tightens and push her hand farther - pushing your body away causing the wall to break down. You quickly stand up and head out, the mind flayer ordering you to go back to Steel Works.

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In the Wheeler’s basement, Billy takes the last sip of his drink as Max finishes explaining everything. Billy rests his forehead on his palm and try to process what she just said, that probably explains why she’s acting so different lately he thought. He was doubting it at first but when Mike said that Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper knows and actually believes these things, he had no choice but to trust them - you were just flying off the ground moments ago.

“Is this why Y/N’s been showering with a bunch of ice lately?” he asks.”Yes, it-it likes it cold” Will replies.

“That’s why we tried putting her in the sauna, because the last time the mind flayer got out off me ‘cause my mom put a bunch of heaters around me - forcing it out” he adds.

Billy looks over El who’s blindfolded and seated in front of the radio. “What’s she doing?” he points at her. “Looking for Y/N” El responds.

After a few moments, El gasps and takes the blindfold off - catching her breath.

“She’s headed to the mall”

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After managing to get El, you drag her towards the mind flayer. You let go of El, dropping on your knees and scream in pain as you felt something hot piercing through your skin, you look up and see fireworks being thrown at the creature.

“Stay here” Billy instructs Max and run towards you.

“No no no no Billy!”

He rushes to you and gently lays his hand on your shoulders and kneels in front of you. His eyes starts to get teary as he sees you cry in pain and wounds starting to form on your skin. He shakes your body and attempt to bring you back but it wasn't working.

“Y/N I know you’re in there, p-please! It’s me, your brother, Billy!” he desperately calls out.

Your body suddenly stopped reacting with the creature, you’re trying to come back. Billy notices the change in your behavior and cups your cheek - tears now falling, “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry for how I treated you and Max”. He sniffs and looks at your eyes, “remember when we were younger, you always asked me to teach you how to surf? I promise I’ll teach you this time, we’ll go to the beach. A-and we’ll go to wherever you and Max want”

Max runs to the both of you. You stay silent for a while when all of the sudden, you place your hand on top of his and on Max’s thigh with the other. “Max? Billy? I-I’m here, I’m finally here!” you say. Max sighs in relief and Billy brings you both into a tight hug, his tears still wouldn't stop.

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Billy and Max helps you out of the mall and settles you down as the paramedics attend to your wounds. You look at Billy who’s hand is protectively over Max’s shoulder, “did you really mean it? what you said back there?” you ask.

“Of course I do. I’ll make it up to the both of you, I promise”

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things scenarios #stranger things oneshot #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove headcannons #billy hargrove scenarios #billy hargrove oneshot #dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery x reader

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natsusliljay04 · 8 months

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Two Halves of a Whole Part 1

A Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader 🦁❤

CW:Lesbian realation ship (If you dont like it. Don't read it.)

This will be a series with some more Chapter.ai hope you'll like it! BTW this takes place in the third year so during the Prisoner of Azkaban

Note: Y/N: Your Name, Y/L/N:Your last name Y/H/C:Your hair color Y/E/C: Your Eye color Y/A: Your Age

It was a normal day In hogwarts as Dumbledore entered the Class room of McGonagall in which the 3.Years had Class right now. "I am Sorry to interrupt Your Class but I want to introduce a new Gryffindor for the 3rd years. Y/N Y/L/N." Dumbledore said as you stepped into the classroom. Hermione turned to the door to look at you A beautiful Girls with (Y/H/C) long Hair and and a pretty appearance "Hello, i'm Y/N I'm (Y/A) years old and had to transfer here due to some problems at my old school because I am a "Mudblood" as some people would say.." McGonagall walked over to You and shaked your hand, and said "Well its nice to meet You miss Y/L/N please take plac next to Miss Granger" she said pointing at the Free place next to Hermione. "Okay" You said with a smile and sat down.

During lunch Hermione sat down besides you "I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger." She said and then looked at her friends "Those are Ron and Harry theyr my friends even tho I sometimeswant to act like I don't know them" She said, Ron and Harry just waved at you completely ignoring what Hermione said about them right now You just laughed "Well its nice to meet you three i hope we can be friends!" You smiled and started

eating you lunch "Two Mudbloods found each other! How funny." A blond Slytherin said to you and Hermione "Stop it Malfoy!" Hermione said as You got up and walked over to the Slytherin table "You wanna know what I do with people who disrespect me?" You said with a smirk "what would that be?" And before draco could even react you punched him the face causing his nose to bleed. "Ow! Wait till my father hears about that!" He said as he looked at you mad and tried to stop the bleeding. "Should I be scared? Cause I'm not." You said and Sat down next to Hermione again. "And I thought I'd be the only one who would dare to do that-" She said while staring at your slightly bloody hand before you whipe off the blood. "Why, did you already do that once?" She nods "Yes and I did it because he called me a Mudblood at that time as well.." You sigh "He seems like a Jerk" "Because he is one.." Ron said.

After class You were walking through the halls of hogwarts,as Hermione has decided to show you around school a bit. "And lastly this is the Place where we will be most of the evening she said before she entered thto Gryffindor common room with you.

To be Continued ..

Hope you liked the first part the second will follow soon!

#Harry potter #Hermione Granger #Hermione Granger x Fem!reader

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cosmic-glow · 2 years

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I loved your hidan drabble, nit many people write for him! Would it be alright if I requested him again? Hidan x mortal reader with prompt 13, SFW and happy ending if that's alright! ❤

Notes: Aww thx honey💕 tumblr for some reason didn't deliver that drabble (it wasn't even showing up in the tags), I thought it was bad so I was really happy when I got your ask<3 hope you like this one too, good reading!

Warnings: Bad laguage, mentions of blood and violence, is SFW.

Drabbles Game:

"Please don't die for me, it would kill me anyway" -Hidan

The smell of food being cooked over the fire pervaded the cold cave. The bandage below your ribs still hurt when you breathed carelessly. You brought your hands closer to the flames in an attempt to warm yourself a little more. It was just before your partner returned to meet you.

-Tell me now, what the fuck was that?

You turned your torso to look at the man behind you.

-What you mean?

-You know what I'm talking about, about you putting yourself in front of the attack, idiot!

His impatient tone almost masked his concern. You looked back at the fire, not thinking you'd done anything wrong.

-I was protecting my partner, what's the problem?

-The problem is, you could have died! I'm immortal damn it!

Yes, you knew that very well, just as you knew that was why all the ninja who crossed your path and discovered this focused practically all their attacks on Hidan, after all, after getting rid of him they believed it would be easy to get rid of you. And that made you so angry. Not just because they always underestimate you, but also because even if he were immortal, seeing Hidan being stabbed and wounded repeatedly would never become a comfortable sight for you. You love him and would never like to see any scene similar to his death.

But on that particular mission it was different, the two damn anbu ninjas wouldn't even look at you, they assumed you were too weak to receive their attention and attacked only Hidan. The same didn't care, after all, the fewer people threatening to hurt you, was better for him, since the fear of losing you was always real and present during missions. But this made his blood boil. Hidan himself was already starting to get tired of the constant attacks, he would step back a little at times, jerk the air into his lungs, ignoring all the bars that were pierced in his body, staining the floor with his blood, before returning for the fight.

Was in one of those moments that you noticed that one of the ninja had replaced himself with a clone and the real one was about to stab Hidan in the head. At the same instant you intervened, getting in front of the attack and protecting the man at your back as best you could. You deflected the ninja's hand downward, freeing Hidan, but the blow hit you in a deep gash below the ribs on the side of your abdomen. Your blood spurted out immediately, painting the man's hands and yours robes a dark scarlet, some was also splashing on Hidan, who was stunned to realize he hadn't reacted in time to avoid the situation.

-Y/n! - he yelled - damn…

Hidan turned on his heels to pull the ninja behind him by the arm, not allowing him to escape, and in one swift and merciless blow cut his head off. With another spin he turned for another, the blood from the previous one had stained his face, Hidan's eyes glowed with pure hatred. With the spin, Hidan threw the scythe towards the man, who was undecided between attacking or fleeing, and pulling it by the rope back to himself cut off his head too.

Would have loved to torture the men longer before killing them, but the priority now was you. Hidan reached down to pick you up on his lap, you were on your knees pressing on your abdomen in an attempt to stop the bleeding. With you in his arms the man found a shelter to take care of you as fast as he could, in this case, a cave.

And here you two were now, after dressing your bandage and checking the place out, you chose to spend the night in that hideout. Following up on the mission the next day.

-Those bastards wouldn't even look at me, they wanted to kill you at any cost… I felt so useless and I- your voice failed- fuck, Hidan, I would die for you, you know that.

-Please don't die for me, it would kill me anyway.

He calmed down when understand what your frustration had been. Hidan sat beside you, leaning his back against the cold cave wall. He opened his arms, gesturing for you to lean on his chest in a hug, which you did.

-You're not useless and you know it, you're very strong, these idiots just don't know it yet… even so I prefer they focus their attacks on me, I couldn't bear to lose you because of my mistake.

You could tell by the look in his eyes that this is a constant concern for him. Hidan respects that you chose to live as a mortal, he knows that there will come a time when you will leave and he will be alone, that's why he is so protective of you, he wants to spend as much time as he can by your side.

-I'm sorry about today, I don't like it when these ninjas try to kill you.

-Baby, I'm immortal! No matter what they do, they will never take me away from you.

-Never?

-Never. - he said after kissing your forehead.

Hidan pulled you closer in the hug, the two of you were silent enjoying this rare moment you had together as the sound of the fire crackling echoed through the cave. Until he gets tired and starts talking again.

-… So I think you should convert to Jashinism, love, it would be one less worry and-

-Hidan, we already talked about this, no.

-As you wish, it was just an idea.

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sickficsies-and-whumpsies · 3 years

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Ok this is for the fic requests.

Would you write a MHA sickfic where Tomoyasu (Skeptic) is ingured and cannot walk after the war arc and when they all flee, it is Dabi's duty to take care of him?

He has to carry him around and change his bandages and when it comes to sleeping, he has to stay by his side because Skeptic keeps screaming in his sleep.

Just a soft Dabi taking care of him as they are in hiding. Sprinkle it with angst as much as you like if you decide to write it. Also, take your own liberties, don't worry.

I know that you don't write much about the villain side of MHA but I am hopeful ❤

Also, take your time and tale care of yourself.

Hi there, my dear! I had lots of fun writing this, hopefully it’s similar to what you had in mind. I sprinkled it with plenty of angst just for you, heh! Please let me know your thoughts on this, everyone, and be sure to read the CWs in the tags! (OCT 19)

He comes to slowly, sore all over, immediately overwhelmed by loud noises and dust, or smoke, he can’t tell. Hidden eyes scan the surroundings meticulously, though it’s quite hard to see through the haze一 it might be in his head, too.

Skeptic tries to stand, and fails miserably as he falls back on his butt, hands automatically gripping at his legs as he suppresses a pained cry. The man hisses under his breath, trying to force himself to calm down enough to assess the damage, at least. He feels something wet and sticky clog up his airways, breath caught in his throat, copper filling his mouth rapidly as he spits some onto the cracked pavement, a rattled wheeze escaping a pair of chapped, split lips.

And that’s when wary eyes wander towards the source of irrepressible agony, the lower part of his body, and still at the horrific sight.

Strips of mangled skin dangle limply from his legs, blood pooling under his body, warm as his once-neat suit soaks it up like a sponge, now tinged in a darker shade of sickening maroon. Everything under his knees is gone, the bones stick out of the skin, bleeding profusely. The man’s tibiae and fibulae appear shattered and severed unevenly, stained in dark blood and shredded muscle tissue.

And Skeptic doesn't even hear himself screaming. The world is tuned out, everything around him moving slowly, jittery. His throat bleeds more when a series of blood-curdling yells push all the little air in his lungs out, and when一 just a moment later一 he hurls onto his lap, blood and bile sticking uncomfortably to his clothed skin. Needless to say, Skeptic is more focused on his missing limbs.

Skeptic doesn’t register the hand that grabs his shoulder and drags him into a supine position, and that proceeds to cup his face, not gently, no. The grip is tight, his cheeks get squished uncomfortably until his teeth almost cut the insides.

“...tic, oi, Skeptic! Shit, hey, hey!” someone calls, but Tomoyasu’s not entirely there.

“Come on, oi, look at me, goddamnit!” comes the voice again.

The hand’s grip tightens around his face, quite forcing the injured man to somewhat snap back into focus.

His skin is rapidly losing its color, eyes duller with each passing second. The hand leaves for an instant, only for two fingers to get shoved under his jaw and press down onto his neck in an almost painful manner. It sets on his face again, and promptly slaps him, hard.

Skeptic’s gaze shifts, finally focusing on the figure that hovers menacingly above him. He coughs up, and specks of blood are spilled on the familiar face.

“Da...bi…?”

“Oh shit, alright, you’re still alive, good. Listen, listen to me, okay? That一” he points at the bleeding stumps, though Tomoyasu can’t quite see from that angle. “一is going to kill you sooner than the bastards that will want your head for joining us. I can fix it, but it will hurt like a bitch.”

Dabi’s voice is uncharacteristically shaky, high-pitched, fast and loud, but that’s probably because of the hell on Earth that’s unraveling before their eyes. That penetrating, lapis gaze isn’t as cold as usual, there’s an unknown glint that shines in them. It’s quite the scary sight.

“Are you listening to me, shithead!?” he asks, shaking the man violently.

The only answer he gets is a sluggish nod, but Dabi will take it.

“Shigaraki wants you alive, so I still need to rescue you despite everything. I’ll cauterize the wounds just enough to avoid you bleeding out on me while I drag you away from this shithole, and then we’ll get you to a real doctor or whatever.” Dabi yells hurriedly, cringing at his own volume一 it really can’t be helped when there’s people blowing whole buildings up in the background, civilians running down the street while holding the bloody corpses of their loved ones.

Truly hell on Earth, Skeptic muses at some point.

Maybe it’s the bloodloss, maybe it’s the pain, maybe it’s the desire to end it all, but he doesn’t pay attention to a single word that Dabi’s saying. And the latter, quite frankly, doesn’t care one bit.

He removes his own belt, and then moves to do the same to Skeptic’s, not even making any dirty nor snarky remark as he unceremoniously slips the leather strip out of the belt loops, the material completely unraveled at his violent attempt.

He’s quick to fasten a belt around each stump, as tightly as possible. Skeptic cringes and moans, but he’s too drained, not only metaphorically, to react more actively.

The pain clouds his mind, and his breaths are shallower than ever. There’s a tunnel before him, a blinding halo of pale light assaulting his senses, but also calling his name.

It’s so tempting.

And indeed, he gives in to the lullaby of death. For a split second, he does. Skeptic is sure that he’s dying, he’s not even upset about it anymore, body heavy, soul hefting.

But when a burning, sizzling agony rouses him, spreading throughout his decaying body, Tomoyasu’s voice is so loud to be heard from kilometers away. He screams, raw and pathetic, his eyes roll back, froth stained in pink stains the corners of his unhinged jaw, staining his cheeks and ears.

The man’s back arches, and he instinctively tries to kick the menace away. The thought of the impossibility of his attempted action doesn’t cross his mind once.

“Shit, fuck, stay still, I’m一 fuck, Skeptic, damn it! I’m almost done! Calm the fuck down, you idiot!” comes Dabi’s voice, mildly panicked and with a hint of annoyance in it, too.

The stench of burnt skin reaches Tomoyasu’s nostrils, clogged in blood, and he’s rapid enough to turn his head to the side and dry-heave repeatedly, coughing and sputtering and blubbering like a bunny with its tiny leg caught in a rusty bear-trap. Dabi’s free hand grips at his upper leg as the other staunches the wound as neatly as he can manage, once, then twice.

Dabi gags, too.

But that’s not a pressing issue, now, he thinks bitterly, swallowing the memories down.

And finally, just like the agony had started, it’s over. Skeptic draws in a shaky breath, in and out of consciousness as the world around him tilts and spins, awareness splitting at the seams.

He barely protests as Dabi hefts him up awkwardly, picking him up into a firefighter-carry as he mutters something unintelligible and blasphemous to himself.

“The truck isn’t far, stay awake. You hear me?”

“Mnh…”

Dabi takes off without hesitation. His hold onto Skeptic is solid and steady as he runs, avoiding to step onto the corpses scattered onto the asphalt out of practicality, more than respect for the dead.

Not even when Tomoyasu brings up a mouthful of blood and stomach acid, does Dabi stop. He keeps putting one foot in front of the other, trying to keep the man on his shoulders alert with occasional remarks and a plethora of colorful insults.

It only takes five minutes, but to Dabi, who’s the only one awake between the two, now, it seems like an eternity has passed. Admittedly, taking care of others isn’t something he’s been trained to do. Ever. Patching himself up has been the norm since he can remember, but caring for others, on the other hand, is a very unfamiliar, stranger concept.

Only once he finally, finally eases Skeptic’s limp body onto the floor of the League’s dirty truck, sprawled next to Toga’s, Dabi realises just how much he’s shaking. He extends a hand, feeling his pulse again, and completely ignores the other members’ questions as he lets himself sink against the side of the truck, spent.

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The problem is, Skeptic won’t rest.

He doesn’t do that intentionally, the sketchy medics (who certainly got their licences revoked long ago for malpractice, Dabi assumes) assure him.

It’s just that healing is a painful process in this case, it can’t be helped.

“It could.” Dabi seethes, sitting at Skeptic’s beside once they’re gone, “It could be fucking helped if we could go to a real hospital instead of entrusting these shitheads with such delicate tasks.”

His eyes set onto Skeptic’s restless form. His head tosses back and forth without a break, dry mouth opening and closing without uttering a coherent sound, eyebrows scrunched in agony.

- - -

“Calm down, fuck, hey, sh一 Skeptic, please, shut up!” Dabi pleads, exhausted. Strong hands try to push the screaming man back onto the mattress, upper legs kicking the air futilely. “You need to calm the fuck down, man, you’re freaking me out!”

Dabi hisses slightly at the unnatural heat emanating from Tomoyasu’s sweaty skin. His awful bangs are plastered to his damp forehead, pillow and sheets soaked entirely. On top of that, Dabi can clearly see the blood that has started to seep through the bandages, meaning that the stitches and his (admittedly) cobbled together work at staunching the wounds have been useless.

He extends a hand, his other pressed firmly against Skeptic’s torso, just strong enough to keep him down, and sets it onto the man’s forehead. He switches between the back and the palm of his hand before cursing profusely.

Dabi just prays that the antibiotics and painkillers that the doctors have injected Skeptic with will work soon. And part of him wishes that his people would have access to better equipment, to a better healthcare system when ill and injured, at least.

That last thought alone has him chuckling under his breath.

“That’ll never happen, hm?” Dabi says out loud, subconsciously. “Minor criminals have the right to life, but what right to life do we, people who take lives, have? None, right?”

Tomoyasu whimpers under his gentle touches. Dabi sighs.

“It’s pretty late for moral debates, I agree. Sorry, Skeptic.”

He finds himself running a hand through the sweaty bangs, a feeble memory of what his mother used to do to him to soothe his anxiety and pain. A shiver runs down his spine, stomach twisting tightly. No. Not that. Not now, fucker. Stop it.

He keeps caressing the man’s scalp, not in a romantic way, no. It’s just muscle memory, something he’d done for Shouto once, maybe twice, and for Fuyumi and Natsuo plenty of times. It’s affectionate, caring, and something he craves dearly.

“Do you think that… that someone not-so-human like me has a right to want that?” he asks, question met with the mutters coming out of a fever-addled brain.

“You shouldn’t have joined us, man. You should’ve stayed out of this shit. What are your life prospects with us, anyway? Just… turn yourself in, Skeptic. You’ll have access to fresh food and medical care, at least. Better than this crappy life we can offer.” he smiles, bitter and hurt.

He wishes he could do that. He wishes he still had that chance. But he’s too far gone now, too deep into this mess to back out and take care of his private business.

They don’t have rags nor a bowl, so all the young man can do is sit and watch. Skeptic’s continuous cries for help are the only thing that keeps him afloat during that cold night.

Skeptic pants and groans, he shifts onto the mattress like a dying man. He is, sort of, Dabi notes.

The other and lets the fever consume him, upper limbs flaying incessantly as he tosses the sheets away and grabs them again an instant later.

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