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crowborn666-nsfw · 11 months

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Spring Fever

Hawks x Reader

Tags: whiny Keigo, biting/marking, reader has AFAB anatomy, riding, breeding press, one mention of birth control pills,

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“(Y/nnnn).” Met your ears as you answered Keigo’s phone call. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, swallowing down your drink before speaking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Need youuu.”

“Oh Kei.” You breathed, glancing at the clock, “Your patrol’s almost over, yeah? Can you hold out til you get home?”

“I think so…” Keigo spoke pitifully.

“Alright, you go be everyone’s hero, and when you get home I’ll be yours, how’s that sound?”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

The call ended, and you immediately set about preparing for Keigo to get home.

Keigo got home quickly, as the door opened five minutes earlier than it usually did.

“Lovebird?”

“In the bedroom dear.”

You could hear him shucking off his boots, and by the time he had gotten to the bedroom doorway he had pulled off his jacket and gloves.

His face was flushed upon seeing you, and he all but fell into the bed as you moved to be rid of the rest of his clothes.

As Keigo’s back met the mattress, he finally took notice of the lacy underclothing you wore, a lazy grin forming on his face as he ran his fingers over the red lace.

“You like it?” You asked, rubbing circles into his shoulders that most surely ached from the day.

“Yeah.” Keigo groaned appreciatively, tugging you down in order to reach your skin, kissing and biting at your neck. He plucked at the edge of your bra with his teeth, hands resting comfortably at the small of your back.

“C’mere.” You hummed, urging him to kiss you as your hips pressed to his, gently grinding down in small circle motions.

Keigo broke the kiss with a whine as you moved just right. “Need you… oh fu—please! Please please please.”

“Okay okay.” You hushed him gently, kissing his forehead as you moved to help him remove your underwear and bra. You were quick to tug his pants down, giving him a look of sympathy at his small whines and pleas.

Spring was the hardest time of the year for him, it amazed you that he could do hero work at all with you in the back of his mind.

You positioned yourself above him, carefully sinking down with a groan leaving your throat. Keigo on the other hand was a moaning, whining, flushed mess. His skin was red, sweat and hair sticking to his brow as his hands found your hips, squeezing to try and ground himself.

“Y-You’re on the pills right?” Keigo asked, a slight look of panic crossing his features, as if the thought just crossed his mind.

“Yes, I am, baby. Don’t worry.”

Keigo nodded, whining in earnest as he bucked his hips upward with a small “please…”.

You were quick to start moving up and down on his cock with a steady pace, hands bracing yourself on his chest.

“Like this, Kei?”

“Yes!” Keigo moaned, head thrown back, eyes shut, brows pinched. He was panting as if he had just run a marathon, his moans pitching. “(Y/n), I’m—!”

“It’s okay baby, I can go all night for you. Just let go love.”

Keigo released then, a high pitched moan leaving his throat as he dumped his load into you, hands pawing at your hips. He chanted your name, his hips stuttering as they continued to buck upwards, and you moved at a slower pace, helping ride out his orgasm.

Soon you both settled, panting in tandem with each other.

“Feel better, love? Do we need to go again?”

Keigo nodded, and then quickly flipped you onto your back. “Yeah,” his hands found the back of your knees, “just need,” he pushed your legs up, setting them on his shoulders, “a better angle.”

You moaned at the new angle, feeling his cock hit all the right spots as your back arched. Keigo wasted no time in moving once your hips began to move against him, a few grunts leaving him with his thrusts.

You blinked up at him, seeing those golden eyes holding a lustful fire behind them.

“‘M all yours, Kei dear.” You spoke, reaching up to tug him down. Keigo wasted no time in pressing deep kisses to your mouth, trailing his lips down your jaw and to your neck where he began biting down hard enough to make marks.

You sang your praises for him, listening to him whine and moan and grunt with each thrust into you.

Your back arched off the bed again as your release hit you like a freight train, hands digging into Keigo’s hair as you moaned his name. Keigo bit down into your shoulder, muffled his whiny moan as his orgasm chased him down.

His hips stuttered, whines leaving him with each one as he panted into your neck.

“Feel better?” You asked him, trailing your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah…” he sighed, pulling out of you with kisses left on your jaw. “You know what sounds good?”

“Hm?”

“A hot bath.”

#bnha #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha #mha smut #mha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo smut #keigo x reader #keigo takami

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anangelwhodidntfall · 8 months

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Let Me Take Care of You: Simon Riley

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 800

description: Simon takes cares of you when your period shows up <3

A/N: I found this artwork on Pinterest and the original creator is @shkretart

Simon wake up with a groan as he could hear you throwing up in the bathroom, making you get up and go check up on you. He cracked the bathroom door and saw you leaning over the toilet emptying your stomach, as he reached for your hair holding it back.

"You okay love?" He asked rubbing your back with a frown.

"Pretty sure I'm about to start my period or I got food poisoning." You said as he handed you some mouthwash.

"Could be either. Why don't we get you back in bed and I'll get you some tea or ginger ale to settle your stomach?" He said.

You nodded your head allowing him to help you up and back into bed before he went to go make you something to help settle your stomach. A few minutes later he returned with some tea and a can of ginger ale, you watched as he set the ginger ale on the nightstand before handing you the tea.

"Thank you Si." You said to him as you took a sip.

"Of course love, I hope it will help settle your stomach. Why didn't you wake me?" He asked you.

"I literally felt myself about to get sick, so I literally only had time to run to the bathroom before I puked everywhere, and hardly had the chance to call for you in between me throwing up." You said.

"I just worry about you love, with me being gone as much as I am, I don't get to take care you that much. So when I am here I want to do it as much as I can." He said making you smile.

"I appreciate that Si, but you take care of me in more ways than one." You said setting the cup on the nightstand.

You moved closer to him before laying down feeling him run a hand through your hair as you felt sleep starting to overcome you. When you woke up a few hours later, you were in so much pain making you groan as looked around for your boyfriend.

"Si?" You asked.

"In here love, Im just drawing you a bath." He said as laid their confused.

"A bath for me?" You asked confused as he walked over to you.

"Yeah for you. Your bleeding so I was gonna let you soak in the bath while I changed the sheets and warmed your clothes up for you." He said running a hand through your hair.

"Your the best Simon." You said pressing a kiss to his hand before a cramp hit you make you wince.

"Let's get you in the bath, and I'll get you something for your cramps." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He set you down and helped you strip before helping you into the tub, watching as you slowly relaxed before going to change the sheets. He was putting the sheets on the bed when he heard some of the bottles of shampoo fall making him worried.

"Love?" He asked walking over to the bathroom.

"I'm fine, just another cramp." You said through tears as he opened the medicine cabinet.

"Here you go, do want some water?" He asked as you shook your head no.

"I hate seeing you like this...I wish I could your pain away." He said sitting next to you.

"It's alright Si, these painkillers should kick in soon, the first day is always the roughest." You said lacing your hand with his.

After a few more minutes of soaking in the tub, you finally felt ready to get out of the tub. Simon helped you out and let you get changed while he finished get the bed set up for you guys to relax in. You walked out of the room just in time to see him sitting in the bed, with some snacks making you smile as you climbed in next to him.

"You feeling better love?" He asked you.

"A little bit, thank you." You said to him.

You felt him place his hand on your stomach making you happy that he always ran hot compare to you who was always cold. You felt him start rubbing your stomach making you closer your eyes as felt your cramps lessen.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" You asked him.

"A lot but it doesn't hurt to hear it." He said smiling at you.

"I love you so much Si, thank you for taking care of me today." You said as pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you y.n, I'll always take care of you." He said pressing another kiss to your lips.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #call of duty

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justgrey · 2 months

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wsg gng

sorry i got hit by a bus, put in hospital, gave birth to 7 dwarves in the span of 2 days, and opened a strip club but we ballin' you guys

have this johnny cage smut prac as a reward for something idk. first time i ever done this and i'm working on an arthur morgan one but idk if i'll post that. lemme know if someone does. also before anyone gets mad at any of the language being used to refer to genitals or sum, i am transgender. say whatever you want actually i'm going to bed. running a criminal empire is hard.

Kaboom ((18+))

Johnny Cage x trans male reader

1047 words

warnings : smut (minors dni) daddy kink. Breeding kink (pregnancy maybe) Probably swearing and other non-serious kinks. be warned. Make 0 sense cause i barely proofread it. Language used to refer to readers genitals include -> clit, pussy etc. so it's pre-bottom surgery. Don't read if uncomfortable.

Johnny gently rubs your clit for a little while, moving to bite your bottom lip and whispering the sweetest and dirtiest words you’ve ever heard him utter.

“It’s okay to be a little noisy, alright? It’s okay�� you’re okay with daddy. You know that, right? Yeah, I know you do.” Johnny smiles and repositions himself so that he’s lying on top of your back.

He then probes around your pussy for some time before sliding a single, thick finger in. Your warm, velvety cunt wraps around it, and he can’t help but chuckle. You took him so damn well. No wonder he was obsessed with you.

“You’re such a good boy. A greedy boy too! Look at how much your tight pussy wants me, honey. So good… so good… Such a nice boy… taking that finger so well.” Johnny praises before adding another finger. It feels so much better, and you let out a loud whine so that he knows that you’re satisfied with his performance so far.

Johnny doesn’t stop there though, adding yet another finger into your sopping wet hole.

“Aaaaannnddd… that makes three… what an amazing little boy you are. So good, so amazing. You think you’re almost ready for daddy or do you need some more time, pretty boy? Completely up to you… I’ll take it as slow as you want, baby.” He coos and kissing the back of your neck, moving all three fingers inside of you and holding you as you move around.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire… but in the best possible way. It was hot and steamy and passionate, but it was Johnny. How could you ever resist Johnny Cage? Your thoughts were filled with the man, your daddy. Only your daddy. And the knot you feel deep inside you begins to tighten, just over Johnnys fingers.

You are taken completely over the edge though as he pulls his meaty fingers out and then pushes them back in at what you swore was inhuman speed. The knot snaps for the first time in forever and you squirt all over the sheets, crying and whimpering like a puppy. Johnny just adored all of it.

“What an amazing little boy. Good… good job… you haven’t had an orgasm like that in a while, huh? You think you can have another one, just for daddy? I promise that I’ll go easy on my beautiful boy…” He whispers, his rough voice barely making it through to you while you’re in a post orgasmic haze. But you make out enough to barely nod your head.

“Sorry baby, daddy’s gonna need a lot more than a nod.” He holds your face in his hands and places you onto his lap where you can feel the large bulge in his pants that is now pressing right up against your soft pussy now. The only thing you’re thinking of now is what it would be like to have that behemoth massage your insides, the veins running along your walls and making you shake like a delicate leaf.

You whisper some words of consent, and he wraps one arm around you and starts to gently play with your nipples. “Good boy, I knew you wanted something like this… I knew it… Such an amazing little toy for daddy. So well behaved, so obedient. You wouldn’t dare disobey me, huh?” He chuckles and kisses your cheek from behind.

Then, he settles the other one of his arms on your stomach, his hand deviously moving to touch your fleshy nub as he skilfully slips his pants and underwear off while you’re still in his lap. The tip of his cock is pressing against your silky flesh now, begging to slide inside of you.

“Let daddy hear how much you want his cock, baby.” He whispers and listens to the following sounds you make. Moans, whines, groans, and whimpers. He eats it all up with pleasure before the tip slowly enters you, dragging against your walls and making you even louder. Before it hits your g-spot though, he pulls out.

This warrants disappointment from you until he rams back inside and begins to fuck you in a steady yet agonising pace. Not fast enough to make you cum, not slow enough to have no affect on you. His mouth nips your earlobe, and he whispers, “C’mon, good boy… I know you want me to make you cum… I know you do, little one. Daddy’s got you… he just needs a little something from you first, alright? He needs you to fucking beg for it. Beg for my fucking cock, pretty boy.”

Broken moans and whines enter his ears from your open mouth. Johnny listens to you beg for him for what feels like an eternity before he gradually speeds up the pace he’s been fucking you. It’s almost as if he’s punishing you which only makes you cry.

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy it.

“Am I making you dumb on my dick, honey? Really? I bet you like being fucked silly on my cock. You love it. I know you do. Daddy knows- daddy knows fucking everything about you. That’s why he’s so good at fucking you stupid- fucking- fuck… your pussy is so soft… so tight. Best pussy I’ve ever fucking felt! So soft… B- fucking bounce on it! Bounce on my fucking cock now, baby… come on, come on, come on!” Johnny fucks you hard and fast now, spearing you on his dick.

He's so close to coming himself now. He turns your face around to your side so that he can get a little look at your features, staring at how your eyes are rolled back and your mouth is open in pure dirty delight. Fuck, you were so beautiful…

Johnny then feels your walls clench around him, causing him to shout something before he spurts cum inside of you, making sure it lands inside your womb.

“Such a good boy… pretty boy… shhh… yeah… holy fucking shit… you’re- you’re gonna be an amazing father to our kids, hun.” He chuckles, slightly out of breath as he lowers you onto the bed, still intertwined with him through his cock.

It doesn’t look like he’s going to pull out anytime soon.

now that this mess is over, ty. stay safe when crossing roads. look both ways. don't get hit like i did. xoxo bye boo boo see you next year <3

#johnny cage x reader #Johnny Cage #Johnny Cage smut #kill me now #mk smut #x reader #transgender #x male reader #johnny cage x male reader #goodnight gang #mk johnny cage #mk11 johnny cage

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animeomegas · 1 year

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helloo!! can you do another part of the alphas being late from a mission, like finally the alphas are home i wanna know the reactions of their omegas and pups🥺🥺

This is a popular request, so who am I to deny it?? XD

Okay, part 2 to this post!

Neji:

Neji was so caught up in his anger and frustration that he almost walked head first into someone as he left the hokage's office.

"Excuse me-"

"Neji?"

Neji jumped at the familiar voice, focusing on the person he'd almost bumped into. It was you. You were there, still in your mission clothes, standing there like you hadn't been missing for a month.

"Alpha?" Neji normally used your name in public, but he couldn't stop the title from slipping out as he stared at you in shock.

"Appa!" his pup squealed, holding out her arms excitedly. "Appa! Appa up!"

You immediately scooped your daughter from his arms, leaving Neji feeling strange and empty as he watched you spin her around, excited giggling coming from both parties as the other members of your team watched, amused.

Were you really just back like this? All those sleepless nights... and you were fine all along.

He suddenly felt very, very tired and like he needed to get his family bundled up in his nest where they'd be safe. The urge was so strong it almost burnt him.

"We need to go home," Neji said, voice strained.

"Of course, let me just debrief and-"

"No," Neji said, trying to convey with his eyes that he meant what he was saying. "We need to go home now."

You looked baffled, but hesitantly agreed, thanking your teammates you agreed to debrief on your behalf.

You and Neji walked home, your pup babbling to you about the time you'd been away as best as she could with her limited vocabulary. Neji felt like his brain was in a fog, and he couldn't remember most of the walk by the time he'd reached the front door.

"Shower," he commanded. "A quick one, then come to my nest."

With that, he took the pup back from you and climbed the stairs to the bedroom where he immediately crawled into his nest. He sat, tensed and waiting for you, every bone in his body screaming at him to drag you in there, to make you safe, to protect you, to bring you back into the family when you'd been away for so long.

It felt like an eternity had passed when he finally crawled into his nest, hair still damp from your shower. Normally he’d be unimpressed by such a thing, but right now he couldn’t care any less.

You greeted him with a kiss and a worried look before your attention turned to your daughter. You played and cuddled and joked with her for almost an hour until her nap time hit and she fell asleep.

Neji just watched you both the whole time, trying to ignore how fast his heart was beating.

“Neji?” you asked hesitantly, gently laying down your daughter to sleep and crawling your way over to him. “Are you alright, darling? You’ve been so quiet.”

“I’m fine,” he said, voice strained. But despite his attempts to believe that, his hands started to shake and tears burnt behind his eyes.

You settled beside him, gently reaching out to cup his face. You looked so concerned, and your scent was clouding his mind. He had started to believe that he wouldn’t get to see or smell you again over the past few days.

“I’m home,” you whispered.

And that was all it took to push Neji over the edge. A sob clawed its way out of his throat and the tears started to fall. He pressed a hand over his mouth to smother them.

“Why now?” he asked in between sobs. “I was fine, I was fine, but now I can’t-”

“You were so strong,” you agreed easily, pulling him into your arms. “So strong for our pup while I was gone, but you don’t have to be strong right now, because I’m back. Let me be strong for a bit, my darling.”

Neji was so grateful for the embrace. You were home. You were safe. And his tears wouldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, Neji,” you whispered quietly into his hair while he cried. “The mission got delayed in every single non-life-threatening way and we couldn’t get back. I should have tried harder, I-”

“Stop it,” Neji interrupted. He didn’t want to hear about it, he didn’t want to think about you going on another mission ever again, he wanted to believe, just for a moment, that you would be staying with him and your daughter forever. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You fell silent at his request, choosing instead to run your fingers through his hair as you embraced. He had missed you so much.

Shino:

A week later and Shibi found his son once again sitting at the kitchen table with him. Today marked one month since the day Shino’s mate was supposed to return and although neither of them had directly acknowledged that, it was clear that they were both painfully aware of the fact.

Shino and his daughter had moved into Shibi’s house a few days ago, seeking refuge from living in a house full of reminders of the person who wasn’t there.

Shibi sighed and placed his hand on his son’s shoulder. Shino was clutching at an empty mug and staring down at the table.

“Shino, I-”

A frantic knock at the door interrupted him. Shino made no attempt to move, so Shibi just squeezed his shoulder gently and went to answer the door himself. The frantic knocking didn’t stop and it grated on Shibi’s nerves.

“Can I help you?” Shibi said coldly, swinging open the door. The air left his lungs when he saw who was there.

“Shibi!” you exclaimed when you saw him. You looked panicked and upset. “Where’s Shino?! And my daughter?! I just got back and our house is half empty! Where-”

The sound of a kitchen chair clattering to the floor stopped you in your tracks. Shibi saw your eyes sharpen. He stepped aside for you to enter, just as Shino entered the hallway behind him. Shino’s skin was paler than normal and his eyes were fixed on your form, unblinking.

“Shino!” the relief in your voice was palpable and you didn’t waste any time pushing past him and clasping Shino’s arms in your hands. “And our baby? Where is she?”

“She’s fine,” Shino said breathlessly, still watching you with wide eyes. “She’s at the academy.”

Shibi saw the relief on your face at that information.

“You scared me,” you admitted quietly, pulling Shino to your chest. “I thought something awful had happened when I saw the half empty house.”

Shibi privately thought that something awful had happened; his son had spent a month believing his alpha to be dead.

Shino’s arms didn’t come up to embrace you back, but instead hung limply at his sides. Shibi watched as his son’s knees gave out. You simply adjusted him and lowered the both of you to the floor.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m back, I’m so sorry, my love,” Shibi heard you whisper. You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and Shino wasn’t any better.

Silently, Shibi slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys, leaving the couple crying on the floor in each other’s arms as he stepped outside. It was almost time to pick up his granddaughter anyway.

Iruka:

Iruka carried his son all the way home, glaring harshly at any person who gave him strange looks for carrying an 8-year-old. The crying eventually petered out and his son just lay limply, sniffling into Iruka’s shoulder.

“Shhh,” Iruka idly hushed as he approached his front door, trying to fish his keys out of his pocket. “It’s alright, appa’s okay sweetheart.”

When the door finally clicked open, Iruka came face to face with you and he froze. You were walking down the stairs, towel drying your hair. Your face lit up when you saw him.

“Babe! I was just getting ready to come and pick you both up! But you’re early!” your voice was so light and joyful and Iruka suddenly wondered if the whole of the last week had been a hallucination and you had never left at all.

His pup, having heard his appa’s voice, launched himself from Iruka’s arms and ran across the short entryway before latching onto your legs, sobs starting back up. Iruka didn’t mind the shoes in the house on this occasion.

“Appa! You’re alive!” your son wailed, clutching at you with every ounce of strength that he could.

You looked baffled and Iruka didn’t blame you. Just shy of a week really wasn’t long enough to start getting worried, and you had been later than that before with no problems.

“Of course I’m alive,” you said, dropping down to your knees and lowering your joyful voice into something more gentle and soft. “One of my teammates was hit with a paralytic, that’s something that means they can’t move, and they were our only medic, so we couldn’t fix them and had to carry them back to the hospital to get them help, that’s why we were a bit late, that’s all.”

Iruka could tell there was something you weren’t mentioning, but he knew you would tell him later, when your little one was tucked up in bed. Probably your bed tonight.

Your pup wound his arms around your neck, nodding at your story but still refusing to let go. You stood back up, taking your son with you. Iruka had a feeling that he would be impossible to separate from you for a while.

“What happened?” you mouthed at him.

“Tell you later,” he mouthed back, stepping closer to rub his son’s back.

You nodded, adjusting your son into one arm and using the newly free one to drag Iruka to your side.

“I’m home,” you said, pressing a kiss to Iruka’s head.

Iruka took a moment to bask in your scent, banishing those final flickers of anxiety that you wouldn’t be returning to him.

“Welcome home.”

#neji #shino #iruka #a/b/o #omegaverse #x reader #alpha!reader #alpha reader #alpha/omega #hcs #headcanons

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mintmatcha · 6 months

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can we get some rouge facts? pretty please 🤲🏼 she’s v interesting and i know nothing about d&d so i’m a little clueless about her role in the team. love your world building btw

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cw: cisfem reader, reader has a set background and personality, MENTIONS OF GROOMING AND ABUSE!

"Why don't you join them?"

The fiddle swelling and dips and the dancers do the same. You watch where your friends have blended into the crowd, their elbows crooked into the arms of strangers as they prance about. The alcohol has wiped away their inhibitions, but only strengthened yours.

Obsidian has left his partner on the dance floor and returned to you, arm outstretched. He must have seen you watching him and misunderstood that forlorn look in your eyes as something else.

"I'm alright here," you dismiss with a laugh.

"Let me teach you." Obi gestures again, "Or is our fearless leader afraid of the dance floor?"

He hums along to the song, hitting none of the correct notes. Even when he's making mistakes, he's undeniably charming.

"I'm okay, really." You try to laugh again, but the sound is tight in your throat. The crowd spins and laughs and jeers and the sound of it all stuffs your ears. Obsidian steps towards you, closer than a friend should be, with a chuckle on his lips.

"I insist."

Your stomach sours a bit and you aren't sure why. This is familiar in ways you don't want to admit. "Obi, not tonight."

"I simply wish to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room," His fingers loosely wrap around your wrist, but the pressure makes your mouth go dry. There's an ache, deep in the narrow of your bones, radiating out as he lightly tugs, "Come, it will be-"

You rip your hand from his with all the force you can muster. It's much too forceful-- you end up smacking yourself and knocking over your stein. Beer fizzs and bubbles across the waxed bartop, spilling down and over your legs.

"I said no." Your voice aches with the way to rips from you, "Why does no one listen to me when I say no?"

Obi's face drops. Green eyes wide with shock, he simply watches as you push off from your stool and weave out through the crowd. You bump elbows with a poor halfing halfway out the door, only offering the briefest of apologies.

The crisp night air brings you a bit of clarity, but it aches in your lungs. The cotton of your shirt suddenly feels much too tight and you cant help but tug on the edges to free yourself.

You're aware of being followed. It's like a stray dog, tailing behind you just fair enough to avoid any possibility of retribution. He continues until you stop and settle, sitting in the dew soaked grass. It doesn't matter- you're already soaked.

Obsidian stays quiet for a while, rubbing his sleeve against his nose sheepishly.

"Can I sit with you?" he says after a while.

You glance up at the dragonborn. The spot he rubbed is significantly shinier than the rest of his scales, catching the moon shine as he speaks. Your anxious settles just a bit at that; it even tugs a smile onto your face. You pat the ground next to you and the man settles down on to his knees.

"I am sorry," Obi says after a moment, "I should not have pushed you."

You're very aware that wasn't a normal reaction. The shame makes your stomach curl. "It's alright."

"Clearly, it was not." He rubs his snout again, "I should have listened to you."

He places his hand gently on to your thigh- no pressure, just reassurance. "I'll listen now, if you want to speak about it."

The truth is heavy on your tongue. You know better than to speak of it, and yet:

"Adam saved me. I know that," you say carefully. Your husband is always the elephant in the room, waiting to be addressed, "He took me off of the street and gave me a place to live. I'd be nothing without him-- I know that."

Obsidian prickles a bit at that, just the slightest flash of teeth, but he doesn't interrupt.

"He'd bring me to galas. The prettiest dances you've ever seen. I'd wear the nicest dress I could find and he would dance with me until my feet bled from those god-awful shoes." You flex your foot. The thick leather boot barely gives to the pressure.

"I hated them. I hated every minute," you say, "I'd beg him to let me stay home. I'd //beg.//"

You close a hand around your own wrist. Your body has changed over the years, almost to the point of unfamiliarity, but the pressure of a palm against the inside of your wrist always snaps you back to the brittle age of eighteen.

"And he still made you go?"

Eighteen was the first time you started measuring your steps, walking in the shadows to avoid drawing his attention. Eighteen was the first time love felt sour on your lips.

"All anyone would ever say to me was that I was so lucky to be his wife. How he loved me so much." You take Obi's hand from your leg and intertwine your fingers with his. The span and width of his grip are so much different than anyone else you've ever known. "And all I wanted to do was tell them how scared I was of him.'"

"Why didn't you?" He's asking, but its not a question. It's a door, open just enough to let you keep going. "Someone surely would have listened."

"Where would I have gone?" You almost laugh at how ridiculously pathetic you sound. "I didn't have friends, and he was the closest thing I ever had to a father -"

Obi's grip stiffens, and you know you'd made a mistake. His eyes narrow and he knows//.

"Father?" he repeats, voice dark, yet trying to stay even, "He wasn't-- you--- what do you mean by father?"

Those sharp, kind eyes watch you, unblinking, as if he closes his eyes, you'll disappear.

"What do you mean by that, my dear?" he repeats, much softer.

The bar behind you clambors with din, the night is rich with the cicada song, and yet you feel like the world is so, so quiet. All of your words feel earshakingly loud.

"He didn't pursue me romantically until I was eighteen," you whisper, "But Adam took me into his home when I was thirteen."

You brace for what's coming. The anger, the disgust. By the time you realize you've closed your eyes, the silence has stretched out too far. It takes an effort to look at him and face the music.

Obi doesn't seem mad, he's just... sad.

"You were just a child." His voice is so brittle, "I-- Why didn't anyone protect you?"

You wish you knew the answer.

#not really an obi story but #Obsidian Vyke

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whoretress-of-meropide · 3 months

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Shot for Shot ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Wriothesley x GN!Reader

Work has been difficult lately and you suggest unwinding with your boss with some drinks... specifically a drinking game and some shots.

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It took a moment for the liquor to settle when you set the shot glass down. Wriothesley smirked, arms crossed as he shot you a look of incredulity. You draped your uniform coat over the couch, getting more comfy as you settled in but on edge as the warden stared at you.

"Alright, so," You began, taking a seat and gathering your thoughts as you spoke. "We're going to play a game until you think you've drunk enough to relax."

"You know, you have work tomorrow," The duke smirked, "I shouldn't condone one of my guard drinking on a work night. Though, I suppose, I don't have any real control over you outside of work."

"Thinking of backing out on me?"

"...Not yet." You couldn't help but smile. The Duke picked up his shot, dwelling on potential topic of conversation but then put his shot down. Him doing so stopped you from even grabbing yours. "Let's play a game... to take the edge off."

"Hey, as long as I can unwind. I'm game... what did you have in mind, Your Grace-"

"Wriothesley, please," He insisted, "I might black out in my office tonight and if you're going to be here with me then we might as well be on a first name basis." You couldn't help but agree with that , nodding quickly. You told him your name and you could feel him relax. He already knew your name. He wouldn't have drank with just anyone after all but he said nothing. "So, here's what I'm thinking... I tell you something about me... you guess if it's true or false. If you're wrong, take a shot."

"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to be far more drunk than you after this?"

"Mmm, maybe. I don't handle alcohol very well," Wriothesley shot you a look, crossing his legs. "...Or do I? That's your first question."

"Oh boy." You prepped yourself by grabbing your glass, already feeling the nerves hit you. "...Uh... I'm going to say that's... false."

"Actually, it's true." He gave you another self righteous smirk. "I'm quite the lightweight. That's why I don't drink often."

"Fuck," He chuckled as you knocked back your first shot. The taste made you shudder but you were starting to form a better picture of your boss in your mind. "Okay... uh... I came from a very rich family. Tru-"

"False." You winced as he answered, mostly because he was right but partly because he was so confident that he cut you off. He knew he was right, too. "You have some tendencies and habits that are generally only cultivated in more frugal households. While, I suppose, your parents could have been miserly I'm fairly confident that I hit the nail on the head."

"...Jackass." Your muttering got him to snicker, despite the content. You couldn't imagine any other scenario where you could confidently call the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide a jackass to his face. Something about that made you nervous. "Your turn."

"Right, right... So... I'm in a relationship with Neuvillette." He threw that out so casually that you almost just took it as a fact, nearly forgetting your game. You recouped your brain, staring at him and his shit eating grin.

"...False."

"That's correct." He gave you a little applause and you just rolled your eyes, your brain feeling a little fuzzy already. "I am single. You'd be surprised how many people think that's true."

"Well, I mean... He's very handsome."

"Can't argue with that."

"Alright." You slapped your hand down, determined to get him this time. You took a deep breath and your concentration kept him interested. "... You know, I was playing a drinking game last night, too... True or false." He hesitated with this one, licking his teeth and weighing his options.

"...This game was my idea... so I'm inclined to say false-"

"Nope." You smirk. His eyes widened just a fraction and he breathed a laugh as he picked up his glass. "I was reading a book and thought it might be fun to take a drink every time the author used the word 'Said'"

"Bottoms up." The duke raised his glass before his shot. You shared a laugh after he downed it, wondering how much one shot would even effect him.

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Much later into the night you had to open another bottle. You were breaking into laughing fits maybe every few minutes. How many shots were had? Who knows. Wriothesley was leaning on his elbow, failing to hold back a laugh after another wrong answer.

"Fuck, okay okay, you got me-"

"I think you've had enough." You slurred, "...We should call it a night-"

"A few more."

"You are so... dumb... okay, whatever."

"Alright...My turn right?"

"No, mines-"

"Right, Right-"

"Okay so..." You thought about it for a moment but before you could think about it the words rocketed out of your mouth. "I'm a virgin-"

"False, no fucking way." He scoffed, rubbing the corner of his eye. Your laugh afterward shocked him and he hit the table with his knee. "Bullshit-"

"I actually am-"

"No, you just want me to keep drinking. You are waaay to hot to be a virgin." That little compliment warmed your cheeks but you didn't entirely register it... or your answer for that matter.

"You know what, sometimes hot people are virgins, it happens-"

"Not me-"

"False-"

"That wasn't my question, shut up-"

"Your grace-"

"I literally just told you that you're hot, don't call me that." He pouted. You poked his cheek, which just made you both laugh. " My turn... True or False... You... think I'm hot too."

"...How would you know the answer to that?"

"... 'm pretty confident... Sooooo?"

"....Yeah... I mean, true, whatever-"

"Knew it." He took another shot, spilling a bit on the way. You weren't even sure why he took a shot but you followed suit anyway. "...Ugh, I... I need some sleep."

"I don't think Ican.. um..."

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"You should really watch your drinking." Your coworker scolded, her hands on her hips as she had you in a dark crevice in the Fortress. You don't remember going back home after work. You don't remember anything after a certain point. You absolutely remember the hangover you woke up with and the quick trip to the doctor before your shift.

"Don't lecture me-"

"I AM going to lecture you. You're very lucky the Duke is sick and can't see you like this." Sick, yeah right. You smirked, knowing the real reason he was confined to his office. "I don't know what you're trying to forget but you need to be more responsible-"

"Duke wants you in his office." A third guard came out of nowhere and almost startled you upright. Your friend just groaned.

"See, now he wants to see you. he probably heard you're hung over. Go on, go and see if he's going to fire you this time."

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Wriothesley came into view, leaning on his hands on his desk. When he felt your presence, he looked up. You positioned yourself in front of his desk, staring at one another for a moment. His eyes were sunken and he was gripping his head to try and ease his pain.

"....You look like shit, Your Grace-" He broke out into a laugh, regretting it as his head pounded harder. You held back your laugh, thankful that move didn't get you yelled at. "....I'm fired, right?"

"No.... you aren't getting rid of me that easily." The duke resorted to rubbing the side of his head. "I just invited you because I figured you were also suffering... Sigewinne is making smoothies. While the taste might be between paint thinner and Hirlichurl snot, the smoothie should make you feel better after a few minutes. Plus, if I have to drink it then you're going down with me." "Of course, Your grace." Your soft smile actually caught him off guard. He felt his cheeks grow warm. "...How are you feeling?"

"Like I let a gardemek get a few free pop shots in... You?"

"My head will explode if I hear anything above a whisper." You both smiled, memories of last night amusing and embarrassing you. "...I hope this doesn't turn you away from drinking after a tough work day."

"I won't do it often... but... I would like to do it again... only with you. Maybe, oh I don't know... this weekend? Over dinner?" You thought about that for a moment, puffing out a chuckle.

"...Why does this sound like it's a date?"

"Because it is, genius." Wriothesley's little snap made you laugh, which he took as a good sign. "...Sooo... That's a yes?"

"...We'll see how I feel after one of Sigewinne's milkshakes."

#wriothesley #genshin impact #genshin x reader #Rizzley #imagine #headcanons

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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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Take care

what? self-indulgent Solangelo? On this blog? It's more likely than you think. Jokes is on you "self-indulgent Solangelo" is a pleonasm. This fic- i swear to the gods- took me way to long to actually put down on paper.

Pairing: Poly!Solangelo x reader, Nico di Angelo x reader x Will Solace Request: - Word count: 1.9k Warnings: nothing much, pure fluff.

-Asnyox

Right now you just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep. This morning was fine, although you woke up feeling an impending doom for no reason, then you had breakfast, trained with Nico, had lunch and went to your shift in the infirmary. However, one hour into your shift you decided you regret every decision you made in the past day or so. You felt tired, not just in your body but also in your head. A mix of clouds and a slight headache messing you up. You shook your head and went back to counting the bandages.

“You alright there?” Austin asked behind you. You looked over your shoulder, to see that he also had paused checking the supplies. “Just tired,” you send him a smile, “Probably didn’t get enough sleep.”

Austin looked you over before looking at the supplies he was holding. “You could ask Will to cover and take a nap,” Austin suggested, “Or I let it slip within the next five minutes and he will force you to-”

“Please don’t.” you shot a glare his way, “It’s his day off and besides, it’s not like this,” you gestured at the tasks at hand, “is very taxing in any way.”

A moment of silence fell as you both returned to the tasks at hand.

“Will would kill me though if I don’t-” You hit Austin on his arm and he faked that he was in pain, grinning at you, “Okay, okay, I won’t tell Will.” he laughed and you sent him a smile, happily distracted from the pain in your body. Your peaceful moment was harshly interrupted by shouting as a camper got carried into the infirmary.

Austin and you quickly scrambled to the unconscious body of Cecil Markowitz. You grimaced as you saw the wounds, your head pounding a little harder as if to remind you of your own bodily issues at the moment.

“We’ve done this before, (Y/n).” Austin reassured you and you shook your head. “Not the reason.” you quickly shot back as you both started working in sync, quickly healing Cecil.

After Cecil seemed to be alright, Austin decided to take the last check up alone. You had sat down, and Austin noticed that you looked even worse than before. You let out a breath, closing your eyes to stop your head from pounding, which did not work. You leaned your head back, reasoning that if you just got up and drank some water it would go away eventually, at worst you would just lay down after your shift until dinner. Austin looked you over and sighed as he quickly asked Cecil to both get Will and Kayla. Austin reasoned that Kayla wouldn’t mind starting her shift early, and Will would forgive him for not getting Will sooner to take care of you, at least Austin hoped that much.

You had noticed how your body seemingly seemed to drift off- a familiar feeling settling in when you realized you were on shift and needed. You opened your eyes to see Austin hover above you, about to put his hand on your forehead. You huffed as you quickly pushed it away and sent him a tired glare. “I told you, I am fine.” You stood up from the chair, and as black dots appeared on your vision you thought ‘too fast.’ as you blinked a few times. You hadn’t noticed how Austin shook his head.

“Ouch, (Y/n) you really do look dead.” You heard the familiar voice of Kayla as she entered, “Good thing Cecil told me to take over. How long have they been like this?” Kayla turned to her brother who just sighed. “It only got this bad after Cecil was brought in, but they’ve been off the entire afternoon.” he said gravely. “Hey, I am right here!” you waved your hands around as if to get their attention, “Besides, I am good enough to keep going, so thank you Kayla but you can leave.” She shook her head. “And face Will’s wrath when he sees you? No thanks.”

“Why would I be angry?” your eyes widened at Will’s voice, which quickly turned into a glare towards Austin. “Snitch.” you accused him and he just shrugged with a smile. As Will entered you noticed an awkward Nico behind him, who as soon as he saw you quickly walked to your side.

Will looked you over and concern flooded his body. Nico had told him before that you weren’t one hundred percent during training this morning, but Will never was too concerned, everyone has their off days. However as he saw you he wouldn’t be surprised if you told him that you hadn’t slept at all in the past week. He reached you in two quick strides as Nico softly held your hand and studied your face.

“You didn’t look this bad in the morning.” Nico simply stated, but you could see the depths of his worry in his eyes. Will was tempted to force you into an infirmary bed right away, but he knew that you would be more comfortable in the privacy of their cabin- the Hades cabin. It had become their own sanctuary within camp, given that Nico didn’t have siblings to bother them all the time.

“When…?” he quietly asked Austin, who was still near enough. Austin noticed the danger of either lying or letting Will know he had kept you there when you weren’t well and he gulped, fear crossing his face.

“Just now, after Cecil.” you quickly saved him and Austin sent you a thankful look which went unnoticed by Will, but not by Nico who quickly glanced at you but didn’t comment on it. He knew what it is like to receive the anger of Doctor Solace. It was endearing, but sometimes a bit much as Will didn’t stop until you were fully healthy again. Will eyed you in suspicion, but he reached for your other hand. As you left the infirmary, you sent a thankful nod towards Kayla, who just smiled mischievously in return, she didn’t mind covering your shift if it meant she got to tease her brother about it later.

As your boyfriends slowly walked you to the Hades cabin, you caught your foot on something and stumbled a bit forward, only to be quickly caught by two pairs of arms holding you steady.

“Can’t even keep yourself upright now?” Nico flatly joked and Will shook his head.

“My foot just got caught- I’m fine.” you said as you slightly pulled yourself out of their hands. Nico and Will exchanged a glance of worry as they unwillingly let you go, trailing behind you as they took each other's hands. You hadn’t picked up on the joke- which you normally easily did, you hadn’t joked back and you had shaken them off, not even given them the chance to hold your hands again.

You reasoned that trying to avoid your boyfriends, so you can just sleep and ignore everything for a bit, would be futile, especially since they seemed so admanted on hovering around you right now. You knew it was your tired brain talking- the only reason why they wanted to be close is because they cared, and you normally appreciated that, but today your whole body was against you and it was bothering you endlessly, which you didn’t want to accidentally take out on the people you love the most. You laid your back on the closest bunk bed- one that was unmade and Nico wondered why you didn’t take two more steps to lay in his bed. However, Will seemed to kindly ignore that and started his speech.

“Next time you feel even slightly unwell-” he pointedly looked at your pathetic form on the bed, “You tell me. I could’ve covered your shift, or something!” Will was frustrated because he wanted to take care of you, in fact he liked caring for you, what he did not like was you overexerting yourself even in the slightest, or being in pain. You groaned as you sat up and glared at him. “If you’re going to be like this, I will go to my own cabin and suffer there.” you felt yourself get smaller under the worrying gazes of your boyfriends, Will seemingly losing his will to lecture you. You looked away from them, feeling guilty for sounding so angry.

“I’m sorry I didn’t-” you started, and as you noticed Nico reaching for your hand you moved it away, “It’s probably better if I do that- I don’t want to-”

“No way.” Will said as he quickly crouched down, undoing your shoes for you, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my significant other suffer alone.” He let out a small laugh and as your feet were freed from their prison, Nico softly tugged on your arm, gesturing for you to get up. Nico wasn’t sure why you had moved away from his touch, and he feared you would keep moving away when all he really wanted to do is make sure you would feel better soon. You reluctantly followed him to his bed, and he swiftly grabbed his blanket and put it around you. A warmth filled you as Nico pulled you into his bed, forcing you to join him and as you laid down you closed your tired eyes, snuggling close to him. He put his hand on your head, softly petting it.

“Just take a nap, we’ll be here if you need us.” Nico told you as you hummed in a sleepy agreement. Will looked at his boyfriend, simultaneously loving the sight of the two of you cuddled together and feeling a nasty helplessness. His lecture wasn’t meant to make you feel worse- it was meant to help, to show you he could help, they could help and yet- you had looked so downfallen and angry and it made him feel so bad. He wondered if he could allow himself to hold you, if he could find the words to ask. He looked Nico in the eye, only to see him questioning Will with just his gaze, wondering what the inner turmoil was about.

You on the other hand were finally resting, your body easily falling asleep before your mind did in the hold of your boyfriend. You were still missing another body, so you slowly lifted your head a little and opened your eyes as you yawned.

“Mmm, Will,” you looked at the boy still standing, “C’me here.” When he seemed reluctant to move you sat up a little, noticing the strong hold Nico had on you, as if he was unwilling to just let you get up again. “Will, I thought you wouldn’t let me suffer alone?” you joked as he looked up, a guilty face.

“You have Nico. I-” You squinted your eyes at him as you got your hand out of the blanket. “Please?” you just held out your hand and as Will saw the genuine love in your eyes his heart stuttered again. As he took your hand he realized that you did know that you could depend on them- but like Nico you were stubborn in the ‘needing help’ department. Will pressed a kiss on your forehead, sitting down next to Nico and laying his head on Nico’s shoulder, as he lifted your legs over his. As he noticed you drifting away he pressed a small kiss into Nico’s shoulder, who shivered at the touch, after which he leaned further into his boyfriend.

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alittlebitofeverthang · 1 month

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This is my OC Adrianna Gardner and this is her story and abilities and what not if she were in the game. *I also wouldn’t mind other artists and stuff Doug. Drawings of my character of making fan art if you guys want to. Just let me know or tag me. I’d love to see your guys ideas if you’re up for them.*

Age: 23

Birthday: April 28th

Height: 5’6 ½

Weight: about 145

Her small intro:

Adrianna desperately needing an escape finally got the opportunity and traveled around Texas looking for peace. However, all she found was terror and a warm welcome to a family with dark twisted ideals. Can her years of surviving keep her alive long enough to see another Texas sunrise?

Her ability Willpower:

Who needs a bone scrape when you have Will and adrenaline? When there is a chase Adrianna can defend herself. Clicking the ability button will start a close encounter mini game. No bonescrap needed. She’ll save herself with a swift punch.

~side note: depending on leveling up you can make the ability to win the mini game easier. For the last tier if you choose she can immediately win the mini game.~

Stats

Endurance: 32 strength: 40 stealth: 25 proficiency: 15 toughness: 45

Cosmetics would be different colors but I just drew the basic outfits.

Her lore:

Adrianna’s beginnings weren’t the best. For the first eight years of her life she did her best to avoid her family, the fighting, yelling, and physical altercations however sometimes even if she tired she still was in the crossfire or prey upon without reason. Eventually at the age of eight someone picked up on the chaos at home. Soon enough, she was moving around home to home, some families better than others. Finally at the age of 14 she found a forever family, she was so excited but tried to remind herself that things weren’t always what they seem. To her dismay she was right. For the next few years she remained trapped in a home no different than her first. After a particularly horrible night she decided to escape for sure. Packing up she went hitchhiking all over Texas looking for a place of peace to settle down. After being dropped off by a trucker she began to travel again by foot and met another hitchhiker. Although odd, he took her to a gas station where there was food, water, and promise of a break from the blistering heat.

Some voice lines

Match start

“Where am I? This place is…awful.”

Idle

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that guy.”

“These people are screwed up.”

“I should have known better.”

Encounter start:

“I’m not losing to you!”

See corpse : *gasps and gags* “Don’t look, just don’t look.”

*gasp* “no, oh no. Oh this is bad. This is so bad.”

Sees enemy

*gasp* “No, no, no. Please just go away.”

“You better not come over here.”

Use ability

“You’re not gonna win this!”

Ability win

“How did that taste!”

“Enjoy that!”

Trap disarm assistant

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Don’t move I got ya.”

“Take a deep breath. This is going to hurt.”

“Hold on to me. I got you.”

Collect bonescrap

“Is this real bone?” *pause* “it doesn’t matter now, I think I can use this.”

Collect tool

“How can I use this?”

“I can use this for something.”

Doors open successfully

“Yes, I got it.”

Exit enter

“I have to get out of here! I need to get help!”

Hit enemy

“That is what you get!”

“Hope you like how that feels!”

See another survivor

“Who are you? Are you alright?”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Let’s get out of here alright?”

Low health

“No, no please, not like this.”

“This hurts, so bad.”

Lose enemy

“It’s quiet. They must not be around. This is my chance.”

Noise check fail

*gasp* “no, please don’t let them hear that.”

Trigger trap

“Ah! Please someone Help me!”

Trap mini game

“Come on, come you have to hurry Adrian!”

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faofinn · 1 year

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DAY 10: difficulty breathing

@febuwhump

When Fao’s phone rang in the middle of the night, he startled awake, fumbling for it in the dark. He’d been out for dinner that night, definitely wasn’t sober, but the adrenaline was already doing a pretty good job of fixing that. They didn’t give him much information over the phone, just that they’d got a GSW and their rough location, in code so they’d be safe if anyone else happened to be listening. They were too far out to get back to the basement, and Fao would need to meet them halfway to treat.

He woke Ely, gave her a quick update, and pulled on some clothes, the first thing he found on the floor, his shirt and trousers from the evening. He didn’t have time to go looking for anything else, and bolted out of the house. There was kit in his car, and he knew there was kit in the van. He wasn’t sure what he’d need, but between both he’d probably have everything he needed. He sped through the streets to the meet location he’d been given, ditched his car somewhere safe, and scrambled into the van.

“What am I doing? Talk to me.” He asked breathlessly.

Harrison had become combative as he deteriorated, struggling between conscious and not. It scared the men, and they'd all taken a step back, too uncomfortable to help.

Fao was a welcome sight, his reputation preceding him.

"Uh, Harrison got shot. He won't let us near him, so we haven't."

Fao’s heart sank. Of course it was Harrison. “Oh, good. Just him bleed out all over the van, then.” He snapped, quickly throwing his hair up into a bun. “I need proper light, one of you sort that.” His voice was cold, commanding, rolling his sleeves up and quickly looking Harrison over. It wasn’t hard to see where the blood was coming from, and he shifted his weight to brace himself as he grabbed gauze and put as much pressure on it as he dared. “You. Come here, take over the pressure.”

“I, uh, I…”

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it. Cover my hands with yours and hold the pressure until I say otherwise. Unless you want to start an IV? No? Didn’t think so.” He snapped, as the other man took over. He wiped his bloody hands off on his shirt, and shifted over slightly to Harrison’s arm, eyes looking critically for a vein as he rifled through the kit.

The pain somehow got worse. Harrison wasn't sure how, but it did. He cried out through gritted teeth, trying to arch away. It took a moment to coordinate, but he started swinging, trying to get away.

Fao ducked out of the way, catching Harrison’s fist and gently forcing his arm back down. “Harrison? It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s Fao, I’ve got you. Try and relax, you’re safe now. I’m helping, alright? Let me help.”

"He's going to hit me!"

“He’s half unconscious, try harder to dodge him.” Fao shot back. “I’m working as fast as I can.” He gritted his teeth as he tried desperately to get a vein, struggling with poor light and Harrison’s struggling. He got one eventually, shouting triumphantly. It wasn’t enough, and he wanted more access, but he could at least get some pain relief in, hopefully settle him.

Harrison twisted as Fao shouted, whining as he tried to get away. His chest heaved as he struggled to get his breath, the feeling he was drowning all too much.

“Sorry, sorry.” Fao soothed. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. It’s gonna be okay, Hars. Just focus on doing that breathing, let me to do the rest. Giving you something for the pain, now, gonna make it easier.” He told him, quickly checking the drug before he gave it.

His shouts died down into cries, quiet whimpering softly to himself. The pain had started to ease slightly, making it easier to focus. It made breathing more difficult, though, and he couldn't stop the panic coursing through him.

“You’re okay, that’s it. Well done, keep breathing for me.”

He turned his head, looking towards Fao's voice. "Help."

“I’m helping, I promise.”

"It hurts." He managed, finally managing to focus on him.

“I know, I know. I’ve given you some painkillers, they’ll work soon.”

"'m dying."

“No you’re not. Just focus on your breathing for me, let me sort the rest.”

"I am."

“That’s it, good.” Fao reassured. There was so much blood, and he was really struggling to properly control it. The van went over a bump and jolted, and Fao tried to brace himself on his knees. “Fucking hell.”

Harrison whined, trying to pull away from the pain. It was everywhere, though, and there was nothing he could do.

“Well done, that’s it.” He soothed. “I’ve got you.” He stretched for his kit, rifling through to try and find what he needed. He needed a trained someone, anyone who he could trust. Not Harrison’s little team.

Frustrated and tired, he started fighting against the other man. He got a solid elbow in their ribs, the relief of pressure against his side just bliss.

“I know, I know.” Fao murmured, moving to try and pack the wound.

He twisted again, curling away from Fao. His scream died on his tongue, his hands pushing against Fao's.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts.” Fao muttered. He was happy enough with the packing, and moved to try and get a listen to Harrison’s chest. It was loud on the van, and he struggled to keep his balance as he listened, swearing to himself.

Harrison could feel himself slipping, the ceiling of the van swimming in and out of focus. Even the pain couldn't keep him conscious, his head lolling.

Fao’s stomach twisted as Hars lost consciousness, but he was relieved in a way. At least he wasn’t in pain. He didn’t like what he was hearing at all from his chest, and dug in his kit to find what he needed for a chest drain. It certainly wouldn’t be perfect, but it would do. He didn’t even bother talking to the other men as he grabbed a scalpel, found his landmark, and made the cut.

He definitely felt that, and he cried out again, but he wasn't with it any more. The men beside Fao retched, especially as blood quickly poured from the drain.

Fao rolled his eyes as the men retched. What he wouldn’t give for Steve or Finn or someone. Trying to manage this completely on his own wasn’t working. He took a set of obs as best he could, blood soaking his trousers and making them cling to him. The numbers he got back were more than a bit concerning, despite his interventions, and they weren’t getting any better. Fuck.

Harrison coughed and choked, spots of blood on his lips. His resps were through the roof, his heart rate doing its best to compensate for his blood pressure circling, for his blood volume pooling on the floor. He managed to catch Fao's eye, and he met his gaze with panic and fear in his eyes.

Fao locked eyes with Harrison. “I’ve got you, Tomcat. You’re gonna be okay.” He told him firmly. Things were just consistently getting worse, though, and Fao felt considerably out of control. He gave as much TXA as he felt he could, but it wasn’t close to enough to help the bleeding.

“How far out are we?” He snapped, asking whoever cared to listen.

"We've still got at least fifteen minutes."

“Fuck’s sake.”

Hars could feel himself slipping again, missing parts of the conversation. He grabbed for Fao's top, his hand leaving more bloodied streaks across it.

"I want Steve."

“We’re gonna be with him really soon, Hars.” Fao murmured. “He’s gonna be waiting for us at home.”

He shook his head. "I'm not gonna make it."

“As if I’m giving up on you. I’m gonna make sure you’re okay, alright? Hold on for me.”

He knew Fao was trying his best, and he’d continue to do nothing but. He trusted Fao with his life, and they unfortunately kept ending up in situations where it was tested. It didn’t take a genius to know he wasn’t okay, and the small bit or working brain he had left had worked out it probably wasn't going to end well.

He forced his eyes open again, though he didn't remember closing them. "It's okay."

Fao’s repeat set of obs were no better. In fact, they were worse. He swallowed thickly, digging around in his pocket for his phone. He needed to talk to Steve, needed someone medical he could talk to, to reassure him he wasn’t completely out of his mind.

He chucked it on the floor of the van on speaker as it rang, and he prayed he’d answer.

"Fao, talk to me. I heard the call for medical."

“It’s Hars, and it’s bad. We’re still miles out, in the back of a shitty van, and all I have is my kit.”

Hars stirred again. "Steve?"

"Hey, Hars. You causing problems for Fao, eh?" He tried to sound light for him, but even he could hear the waver in his tone. He cleared his throat. "What's happened with him? Head to toe, obs, and what kit do you have?"

“GSW, it’s gone just under his vest, entry is the abdo but exit is further up into the chest. Haemothorax on the right. I’ve got a drain in but it’s putting out so much fucking blood. Pulse 138, BP 76/50, SpO2 94 on high flow, Resps sitting at 36, he's still not getting chest rise on the right. He's with it enough, but he's starting to pass out and stay out. I've given the TXA but it's just not stopping. The floor is covered, I'm covered. It’s my kit, it’s decent. Airway kit, ket, paralytics, TXA. I’m just out of my fucking depth here, nobody else knows a fucking thing and I feel like I’m going insane.”

Steve took a moment. Well, fuck. "Right. Take a breath. Reassess, keep going ABCs. You need to get on top of that bleeding. He's not going to be able to compensate forever. Have you got anything to give? Will they follow instructions?"

“I know he won’t compensate forever.” Fao snapped. “I’ve got saline but no blood. They’re fucking useless, hadn’t touched him at all when I showed up. Not even put pressure on.”

"Fucking hell. Okay. Fluid bolus, see if that helps his pressure at all. He's not going to hold his airway by himself if he goes, so just be careful."

Fao quickly set up the fluids, wiping his hands on his trousers as he struggled with the connectors. Fluids running, he forced himself to breathe. “Alright. Fluids in. I want to sort his airway before it becomes a problem.”

"If you're thinking RSI, you need to trust they can help."

"Steve." Harrison interrupted again, apparently unaware of the conversation.

“I don’t think I’m going to have a choice, Steve. I’m watching him deteriorate in front of me, and we’re still miles out.”

"You can see him, not me. Do what you think is best."

Unimpressed by Steve's lack of response, he shoved at Fao with a frustrated grunt. "Steve."

Fao huffed. “Thank you, Hars.” He muttered under his breath. “He’s very insistent that he wants you, Steve.”

"Hars, we're just trying to help you."

"No." He shook his head, though Steve couldn't see, and Fao wasn't sure he didn't realise that.

“We are, I’m doing my best right now Hars. Focus on breathing like I said.”

He sniffed, setting himself off coughing again. The pain exploded again, despite the morphine, and, once more, slipped under.

God, it was just getting worse. He hated watching Harrison slip into unconsciousness again, powerless to stop it.

"Fao, talk to me." Steve's tone was tense, and Fao could hear him pacing.

“Unconscious again, I’m repeating obs.” Fao replied, his own tone similarly tense.

"Come on, Hars. Don't do this." Steve murmured, wishing he was there with them.

The blood pressure cycled, protesting at the numbers. It continued tightening, way into the two hundreds, and Harrison gave a whine. He tried to pull away from it, panicked.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just give it a minute, I know it’s uncomfy.” Fao murmured, but it wasn’t a good sign. He knew full well it wasn’t high enough to need that kind of pressure - it was just struggling for a read full stop.

Harrison, of course, didn't listen. He twisted away, an unintelligible shout in both pain and frustration.

"Hars, listen to Fao. He's looking after you."

“It’s alright, it’s okay.” Fao tried vainly to soothe. But sure enough the blood pressure gave up, failing to get a read, and Fao’s stomach dropped. “Fluids haven’t done shit. It won’t even read, just cycles until it gives up.”

"You're going to have to give more, you can't RSI that low. Has he got a radial?"

It took Fao a moment. “No. Nothing.”

"Give him fluids."

“I might as well just pour them on the fucking floor.” Fao muttered, but swapped the bag over to give more.

"Just try."

“Yeah, they’re running.”

Harrison screwed his face up, managing to squint at Fao. He was sure he'd heard Steve too, but the huddle of men behind Fao were too small to be him.

“That’s it Hars, you’re alright.” Fao said softly, half as reassurance for himself.

"Where's Steve?" He slurred, more of a mumble than anything.

“On the phone with me.” Fao replied.

"Right here, Hars."

“Both of us are looking after you.”

"Sorry."

“Don’t apologise.” Fao said firmly.

Harrison lapsed back into silence, somewhere between conscious and not. As the blood pressure started again, he whined once more, but didn't pull away.

Harrison’s blood was drying on his hands, as Fao waited for the machine to read, praying it would give him something. Just a number would be better than the endless cycling.

Harrison's breath caught in his throat again, and his frown deepened. He knew Fao was looking after him, and Steve was there too, somewhere. He could see Fao leaning over him, doing things in slow motion. Which left Steve..

"Dad?"

Fao’s stomach twisted, and the noise Steve made over the crackled phone line was less than dignified.

“I’m right here, Hars. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” He replied, his voice wavering. “You’re going to be okay.”

He seemed to have a sudden rush of energy, though his observations were still terrible, and his prognosis even worse.

"Thank you." He muttered softly.

Fao sucked in another deep breath, forcing himself to re-focus. He had to keep doing this. “Blood pressure is a little less shit. I’ve at least got a number.”

"That's good." Steve managed.

Harrison reached for Fao’s hand, for a moment of comfort in his desperation.

Fao squeezed his fingers. “I’ve got you.” He murmured. He laid out his airway kit with the other hand, leaving smears of blood all over it, though he didn’t notice. He needed the blood pressure up a bit more before he could fully RSI, but it never hurt to prepare.

The squeeze managed to help, a tiny hint of a smile gracing Harrison's blood-splattered lips. He tried his best, his fingers twitching in Fao's before his eyes rolled. It didn’t take long for things to go south, as Hars took a breath and then stopped.

“Fuck.” Fao muttered, snatching up his kit. He couldn’t put this off any longer now, he needed control of his airway. Unsure just how conscious he was, having watched him flick in and out, Fao chatted away to him as he sorted it, half to keep himself from losing it. “Alright Hars. That’s you finding your limit, hmm? It’s okay, I’ll take over from here. Got some meds to get you off to sleep now, so you can have a nap whilst I do the hard work.” He quickly pushed the ket, watching him carefully. There were men clustered around Harrison’s head, and Fao snapped at them to move, which they did. Happy with his sedation, he pushed his roc, bagged until he was happy with it, and snatched up his tube and laryngoscope. He was rusty with his intubations, of course, so what better time to practice than in a dark, moving van covered in blood? But Harrison, for all he made Fao’s life difficult, apparently wasn’t a difficult airway, and Fao got it first time. He shouted triumphantly, checked his placement, and then secured it.

“Tube’s in, airway’s secure.”

Steve let out a shaky breath. "Good. Well done."

Fao couldn’t breathe for Harrison forever, not if he was going to continue to manage the bleeding. “Which one of you lot is the most competent here? Who’s not a complete idiot?” He asked.

They were all quiet, slightly afraid of Harrison and definitely afraid of Fao. After a moment, one of them stepped forward.

"I can help. What do you need?"

Fao looked up. “Are you capable of breathing?”

"For him?"

Fao huffed. “Essentially, yes. Every time you take a breath, I want you to squeeze this to breathe for him, too. Can you do that?” He asked, demonstrating. “I can’t sit here and do it, I’ve got other stuff to do.”

Panic flashed across his face. "Okay. Yeah." He swallowed, taking a moment. It was Harrison. He'd got him out of shit so many times before, it was only fair to return the favour. "I can do that."

“Just whenever you breathe, breathe for him too. Just got to think about breathing. Okay?”

"Okay." He moved to take Fao's place. "I can do that."

“Shout if you get stuck.” Fao murmured, and moved away, to carefully take yet another set of obs, praying they were better than before.

Steve hated being so far away, so unable to do anything. "Fao, talk to me."

“I’m taking obs.” Fao shot back. “I’ll tell you stuff when I know it.”

"You just went silent. I need to know what's happening."

“I’m trying to concentrate!”

"Fine, hurry up."

“Going as fast as I can.” He muttered. For once, Harrison’s obs had trended slightly upwards, and Fao was glad of it. “A bit better. SpO2 has come up, as has his BP.”

"Good. The tube will be helping with his sats."

“Yeah, that’s why I did it.” Fao said flatly.

"I just mean that he's not going to be resping at fifty or some shite."

“Yeah.”

"How's the bleeding doing?"

“Still fucking bleeding.”

"I've put a call out for more blood, you just need to get back."

“I’ll need the whole trauma setup.” Fao muttered, doing his best to manage the bleeding. “Can you go up and wake Ely? I’m going to need her.”

"Everyone's up. They're just sorting the basement out."

“Good.” Fao was relieved he had a team waiting for him.

"If the second lot of fluids helped, you can give him another 500 bolus."

“It’s helped, but I don’t know for how much longer. I’ve got no pressors, and limited fluids.”

"You just need to get him back. If he's still got pressure, give it."

“Giving it now.” He muttered, trying to push his hair out of his face.

"Give me a run down of his obs once you've done that."

He finally got it connected and running, discarding the spent bag. His ‘assistant’ was doing well ventilating, surprisingly, and so he quickly started on obs. He hated having to do this in such an old fashioned manner, he missed his hospital conveniences and continuous monitoring.

But as he started, he just knew it was wrong, and when he didn’t find a pulse, his stomach twisted. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

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futuremrsdrcullen · 2 years

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Heyyyy. I have some requests if you don't mind!!

you get into an accident and Carlisle finds you. You wake up to Carlisle working over you. Carlisle gives you the option to be treated at his house. He gives you the option to be changed. You are super nervous and he is super sweet and gentle and walks you through everything.

You are a friend of the Cullen's (especially Alice). You go to their house to hang out and you start having a panic attack but try to hide it. Carlisle and Jasper find you and help you through it!

First, let me say that I am so, so, SO sorry this took actually forever to write. This was the first time I was writing of my I'm Always in this Twilight comfort blanket and oh boy did I feel lost at first.

I'm not kidding when I say I wrote this 3 times, with three different settings lol

But I finally settled with something I'm content with and here it is!!! I decided to only write the first one, BUT stay tuned because I do have something like the second one planned for my version of Eclipse <3

Anyway! Enough from me! Thank you so so much for sending in such creative requests.

Thank you for reading and Enjoying my work <3

Much love

~Claire <3

Masterlist

Blurb title: Burning

word count: 1457

So many WARNINGS: Car accidents, blood, dying, pain, burning (but not actual fire just the feeling of burning) prolonged pain, wishing to die, sad.

I Promise it does have a happy ending <3 being turned into a vampire is not an easy process. Carlisle is the sweetest softest boy around.

THIS IS NOT CANON TO IAITT and will not be added to that masterlist. It's also why I didn't tag the normal taglist. Thanks again <3

Everything felt like slow motion. I took a turn too fast. I hit a patch of ice. I lost control. I don’t think I even heard the glass breaking. I couldn’t even tell what song was on the radio.

But I knew I was dying.

I knew my car was resting on the driver's side door somewhere off the road. I didn’t think the passing cars would even know I was down there. I squeezed my eyes closed and hoped I would just fall asleep.

I don’t know how long I stayed there, but I could feel the cool air surrounding me.I heard his voice before I saw him, I thought I imagined it.

“Y/n?” He sounded frantic, I didn’t open my eyes. “Y/n, please, sweetheart can you hear me.”

I still didn’t open my eyes but I tried to nod my head. I didn’t think I could will my voice to work.

“Dove, I’m going to pull you out of the car, okay? Tell me if anything hurts too much.” I nodded again. I didn’t really feel anything but cold. Then I was out of the car and in his arms. Only then did I allow myself to open my eyes. There was so much pain in his features.

He knew I was dying too.

He spoke softly “I- I can take you to the hospital…” I’d never heard him stutter, it broke my heart. I shook my head, not knowing if I would even make it there. “I can take you home.”

I gave him a look, he knew what I meant without it needing to be said. I was running out of time. “Carlisle…” His face twisted in pain. “Change me…”

“Y/n. You can’t make that choice right now.”

I tried to pull myself together enough to sound confident. “It’s what I would have chosen anyway. I want this.” I took one more steady breath. “I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet…” It was barely above a whisper.

I think he wanted to cry. He hid his face in my hair and just breathed me in. “I need you to be sure.”

I nodded. I am sure. I wanted to tell him but the words wouldn’t come out. My heart beat felt like a timer. He looked into my eyes, he cupped my cheek, he kissed my forehead. I don’t think I felt any of it.

His voice was still shaky, but he sounded far away. “Okay- Okay. I’m gonna bite you here and-and then I’ll take you home, alright love?” I think I nodded. “Stay with me just a bit longer.” I felt his lips on mine. I held on to the feeling with everything I had left. I felt him whisper “I love you, Y/n”

As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on my neck; The action alone made my heart quicken, I hoped that was a good thing. Then a sharp, shooting pain. Then nothing.

I could feel time passing, but I couldn’t judge how much. I was out for some time, enough time to get home, but eventually the pain woke me up. I screamed and thrashed and prayed- for the first time in a very long time- that the burning would stop. How much more of me was left to burn? How was I anything more than ash?

“I’m so sorry, Y/n” His voice was broken. It pulled me to the surface, if only for a moment.

Carlisle, Carlisle, Carlisle.

I could hear him pacing. I tried to cling to the sound. Tried to use it as something to ground me. I could hear him. I wasn’t dead, though I very much wanted to be. I wanted to hold my hand out to him; I must have held it out to him. I felt his cool fingers intertwined with mine. I tried to squeeze him. He squeezed my hand.

It could have been seconds, hours, days, later, but again his voice pulled me to the surface. The pain didn’t feel as deep. I didn’t regret asking him to turn me, I just wanted it to be over.

“It won’t be long now, Cara” I think I nodded, though with all the screaming and thrashing I doubt anyone noticed.

I didn’t let go of his hand.

More time passed- Probably.

I let him let go of my hand but I still felt him in the room. Eventually I could smell him in the room- Eventually I could hear him once I was able to stop screaming.

He was caught somewhere between doctor mode and husband mode. He gave me soft encouragement. He promised it wouldn’t be too much longer. I really wanted to believe him. I honestly think his presence was the only thing keeping me sane.

I heard paper shuffling, I counted how many pages turned. I wondered if he was reading, or working, or taking notes on my transformation. I counted 388 page turns. He set whatever it was down 28 times, usually followed by a sigh, usually followed by a soft touch I hardly felt. His hands got warmer. Or, I guess my skin got colder.

If my heartbeat felt like a timer before; Now it felt like an alarm.

All of the pain slowly moved from the tips of my fingers and toes. It still traveled through my veins but I could feel it leaving. As it moved, the limbs felt normal- no pain, no heat. I almost wanted to try breathing again. I didn’t.

Unfortunately, all of the burning moved closer and closer to my heart. Each inch it moved in my veins sent my heart wild.

Then my chest was the only thing burning. And my heart beat as fast as butterfly wings but in heavy stomps.

This is it… I thought. It has to be.

I cried out once more…

Then it was over. Everything was so still. I didn’t move, so afraid the if I even wiggled a finger I would burn again.��

Breaking the silence, Carlisle’s voice called to me. I didn’t think about it, I just wanted to find him. I opened my eyes and was stunned by the light. More than that, I was so overwhelmed by absolutely everything in the room. I sat up faster than I would have ever been able to.

Then Carlisle’s arms were around me, like he was there to steady me; I had never felt more steady in my life.

“Careful, Dove. You’re alright.” This time I was stunned by his voice. It was clear and smooth and intoxicating. It always has been, but this felt like the first time I had ever heard it clearly.

I wanted to speak, but I had no air to carry my voice. I would have to breathe to speak and somehow that was terrifying. I didn’t know how anything could be scary after everything I had just felt.

Instead I studied his features. His eyes were so bright and golden. He placed a soft hand on my cheek, and when I didn’t feel the chill of his skin, I took a sharp breath. Breathing wasn’t as scary as I expected, though it did hurt.

I remember from Bella’s transformation that newborns woke up thirsty and though it had been explained to me, I never could have really imagined what that would feel like. I had never experienced thirst like this. Everything was so dry and hot. I was almost convinced I’d swallowed a lit match. The air that filled my throat fed the flames. I wanted to scream again.

Instead I looked at him, my eyes catching his again. I let the pain pass for another moment.

“Carlisle…” I knew I whispered, I wanted to whisper it, but it felt so loud. I didn’t recognize my own voice. His smile widened. I wanted to kiss him.

“Y/n…”

“This is all real?” I knew it was. I had to ask anyway.

He laughed softly. “It’s very real.” I nodded though I wasn’t sure I believed him. I didn't really know how to believe him. Everything happened so quickly.

Only then did I notice the others giggling too.

Almost all of them were there. Alice and Jasper, Rose and Emmett, Edward and Bella, they all watched me in complete wonder.

And Carlisle.

Carlisle, Carlisle, Carlisle.

He was real and he was here and we could live happily ever after. It probably wouldn’t be as graceful as Bella’s transformation, but with all of them by my side, I could do this. Everything would be alright. The pain was over, but my life was new.

What I thought would be the end, was actually my first steps into forever.

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aerodaltonimperial · 1 year

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Lyric prompt

And then I think of yesterday

And every promise that you made

I never thought I'd be the one that you would break

(I'm in a confidence crisis that I cannot write anything good by myself so I'm attempting to work on the skills in myself I know I am lacking on here THIS IS SO LONG AS A RESULT)

The lights flicker, sputter, and go out with an ominous decrescendo before the entire backstage is plunged into darkness. Pitch black, really, because there aren't any windows lining the inner hallways. Hook jams a hand out to the side just to ensure he knows where the wall is, and then breathes. He waits for the power to come back on, and it never does. He's stuck, then, and until somebody comes around with a flashlight, he's going to either have to quietly simmer alone in the dark, or feel his way back to the main staging area, where the production aides most likely have a few battery-operated lights. He doesn't even have his phone, since the damn thing is shoved in his duffel, shoved into the locker that is...somewhere behind him. Fuck.

"Hello?" he tries. No response. A bad time to have been making his way through the hallways, trying to expel the jittery nerves from beneath his skin.

Heading towards the main area seems like his only option, then. With a sigh, Hook starts forward, keeping one hand sliding along the bricks to his right. He can't remember the layout; didn't pay attention, that's for sure. He's so caught up in keeping one foot in front of the other that when a door clicks open in the wall only a hand span ahead of him, he nearly tumbles over in his surprise. "Shit!" Something distinctly hand-shaped hits his forearm. "Sorry."

"No, no, it's not..." The words trail off. Hook knows that voice. "Hook?"

Fuck. Of all people to run into in the dark, in this state... Hook sighs. "Yeah. Hey."

"Danhausen was just trying to get out of the hallways. Perhaps I took a wrong turn."

"Can't see anything, so how would you know?" Hook responds. His chest clenches, bracing for the worst. No choice, then, but to make the best of this. "You can...you can just follow me if you want."

"Hook knows where he's going?"

Hook snorts. "No. But moving is better than standing around."

"Alright. Danhausen will..." A little cough, throaty and unsure. "Uh, Danhausen will follow you."

"Just...hold onto my shirt."

A pause. "Are you sure?"

"Don't make it weird, Jesus."

"Right." Fingers press against Hook’s sleeve, heading down to his side, and finally settle at the hem of his shirt. They clench there, tugging the fabric taut. "Ready."

"Okay." Hook starts moving again. It's weird with the pull along his back, and he tries his best to ignore it, but without other sounds, he's stuck focusing on the ragged in and out of Danhausen’s lungs. Either they do this whole thing in silence, or... "Um, you're wrestling next week? In the 4-team match?"

"Oh. Yes. Chuck and Trent are injured now, you see, and so it just...uh, well, it made sense."

"Right. Cause you're part of the Best Friends." Did that come out too bitter? Shit. Hook’s losing his touch.

Silence swells for a few careful steps as Hook’s palm flattens against the wall for a moment. Then: "Hook is angry."

"I never said that."

"Hook never says a lot of things; it's easy to deduce." A beat. "Why is Hook angry?"

"I'm not..." Hook shakes his head. Maybe there's no use fighting it. "Angry isn't the right word for it."

"What is the right word, then?"

"I don't...I don't know. Something else. Words aren't my specialty anyway. Shouldn't you be able to figure it out?"

"Why would Danhausen know what Hook is feeling?"

Hook huffs out a mirthless laugh. "I dunno, you always seemed to like doing that. Deciding you knew how I felt."

The pause is longer this time, and rattles. Dissonant. Then, quietly: "That's not fair."

"Isn't it?"

"Hook is angry because Danhausen is part of a group. But Hook just got out of a new tag team." A shaky inhale. "Hook sent Danhausen away because he didn't need help, and then he found help that wasn't Danhausen."

"That's not what happened." Hook's feet stop of their own accord.

"Oh, you didn't send me away, then?"

"No." Fuck. "I mean, I did, but...it wasn't like that."

A little laugh. It sounds miserable. The grip on the back of Hook’s shirt tightens. "What was it like then?"

Hook doesn't have an answer. He starts moving again, because eventually, he has to find where this spindly corridor meets up with the staging area. His throat gums up until he finally wraps his tongue around the right syllables. "I don't...I don't know how to care about people. I mean, that's not..." Frustration swells up hot. "I don't let people in."

"Right. So you didn't let me in."

"No. I did. And then...I don't know how to deal with it."

Knuckles slide against his lower back, muted from the fabric of his shirt. "Oh. So, Hook panicked."

"I...yeah. Yeah, I panicked."

There's a little noise of affirmation. "That's why Hook has such short term teams, isn't it? Hook lets people in, and then leaves."

"No," Hook whispers. His eyes still haven't adjusted to the blackness. He still can't see, and going into this conversation blind is devastating. "No, I don't let the others in. I only let you in."

"If Hook let Danhausen in," the words are measured, careful, and slow, "and then panicked, what was it, exactly, that Hook was so afraid of?"

When Hook fails to answer, Danhausen continues, "What might happen or what did happen?"

"Both."

"A cop out; pick one."

"I can't." He growls. "It's the same thing, in a way, and I don't...I don't..."

"Hook wanted Danhausen to leave."

Hook stops again, squeezing his eyes shut. This conversation is like taking a bullet. "I never wanted you to leave."

"So you wanted me to stay."

Hook swallows. His tongue is thick. "Yes."

"Hook absolutely hates this conversation."

"Yes."

A chuckle, less cutting this time. "Alright. Only one more question, then." The hand that had been pulling on Hook’s shirt lets go, fingers tracing their way up Hook’s spine to settle on his neck, loose but possessive. Hook’s whole body shudders. "What could it be that you want from me, but are so afraid of that you pushed me away in order to save yourself?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" Hook whispers.

"It wasn't, no."

Hook is glad the lights are off, because his face is burning. "Sounds like you already know the answer."

"I might have a guess." Warmth puffs against the shell of Hook’s ear. He wants to dive into it and lose himself, drown within the crash of the waves. "But it means more when you say it yourself."

"I don't know how."

"Hook does." The feather-light brush of lips against his cheek. "But Danhausen can make it easier for you. How about a simpler question: what does Hook want?"

"You?" It's a confession and an admission of guilt at the same time.

"Ah," Danhausen says, a little breathless. "Not so hard, then."

"Not hard to say," Hook tries, wildly, "just...overwhelming."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, pretty fucking terrifying, actually."

Another laugh, and then the pads of Danhausen’s fingers are pressing at the side of Hook’s face to turn him. "No swearing."

"Make me stop," Hook whispers.

He can feel the smile against his mouth. "Okay."

Above their heads, the lights flicker, buzz, and then brighten to full, but Hook barely notices.

#It's not great but I am a work in progress

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whumblr · 1 year

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OKAY

hi hello how you doing alright now that the pleasantries are over I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS BUT ALSO I AM JUST SO IN LOVE WITH HIWTHI ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY

anyways

What happens to them both, say a few years down the line? Is Jay still a reporter? Will he ever go back to crime? Does Zayne get a new toy to play with or does he completely leave that behind?

Do they ever see each other again? Do they sometimes exchange messages? I can see Zayne getting bored and just texting Jay with a grin. Maybe a picture of a certain kind of power tool 🙃

Does Dennis stick with reporting crime or has he decided it would be better to switch too?

All the pleasantries to you <3

Yeah, I figure Jay will keep doing what he likes best. He'll pretty much still be an investigative reporter. Only with a bit more experience and some more responsibilities. Like training the new kids :D Which he hates. He isn't much of a mentor or team player, but I'd like to think he's very nice and warns them a lot about not getting too deep into things.

Zayne will have gotten everything out of his system in jail. Maybe he gets a fighting buddy or something, or a bunkmate to bully, but after he gets out, he feels in control of his own life and doesn't really need to get a new toy anymore. I figure he'll settle down somewhere, if life goes well he could get work in a garage. Tinker on bikes.

(also lil headcanon that Zayne reads Jay's articles and maybe sends him pics of that too)

After I wrote the 'Zayne totally didn't hit-and-run Jay's boss' last week, I figured the team didn't want to bother looking for someone new, so they got Dennis to step in and manage for the remaining weeks. Which he did well. Couple years later he got promoted and fully took the job, so he'd be, what, editor in chief / teamleader? Something like that.

Jay and Zayne do keep in touch, with Zayne mostly starting convo's. Oftentimes just some pics, stuff he takes while he's out touring (Jay replying with pics of whatever nerdy shit he is doing) but sometimes they go for the little more serious 'how are you' stuff. Jay gets nervous when he hasn't heard from him in a while, so he'll return the sentiment. He'll definitely have updated Zayne on Dennis' promotion like, Hey remember when you didn't crash into my boss? That dominoes right into Dennis getting promoted. He wants you to know he doesn't say thanks.

With Zayne replying like 💀 (or: how nice! A 2nd chance to crash into your boss!)

#asks #hiwthi #home is where the hurt is #hiwthi asks

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we can't fix each other but we sure as hell can enable each other instead || four: talking it out

pairing: dabi x disabled!gn!reader

overview: you meet dabi pre-canon because your cat, nugget, literally won’t leave the guy alone. friendship, fluff and (eventual) angst ensue.

chapter summary: you and dabi are emotionally constipated but you both manage to shit out your emotions enough to talk about your feelings. yay! then he carries you back home.

content: fluff :)

word count: 1018 words

a/n: honestly the second half of this was kinda bullshitted bc i didnt know how to finish it up LMAO

*previously known as “we can’t fix each other (but we can heal our wounds together)”; i changed the title bc these assholes aint healin shit they’re just being overall menaces

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You stepped outside, wincing as your knee buckled a little bit. You focused your weight on your cane as you made your way to Dabi, leaning against the wall next to him and propping your cane next to them.

“Hey, pretty boy. You alright?” You closed your eyes, frowning. “You left in a bit of a hurry there.”

“Yeah, sorry.” You raised an eyebrow at his apology, opening your eyes. Dabi rarely apologised.

“Don’t worry about it.” You smiled at him in an attempt to settle his nerves. You didn’t like his pinched eyebrows and downturned mouth—though you never liked when Dabi was upset in the first place. “You wanna… talk about it?” You offered awkwardly. Touchy-feely stuff wasn’t either of your fortes.

Dabi laughed coldly. “You know that’s not how I work, doll.” He then shook his head with a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair. “Shit. That’s not what I meant to say.”

You snorted. “Take your time, pretty boy. Neither of us are very good at the whole feelings thing.”

“I’ll fuckin’ say,” Dabi said, slightly amused. He sighed, knocking his head back against the wall. You could tell he was reluctant to talk, so you took the initiative.

“Is it about what the kid said?” You prompted. Based on the way Dabi stiffened, you assumed you were right. “Listen, you know I hate beating around the bush, so I’m gonna just say it.” You turned your gaze away from him, choosing to watch the sunset instead. “I do like you. A lot, actually—hell, maybe Toga was right and it is love.” You laughed, a little bitter, a little sad. “I’m okay with just being fri—” “If you finish that sentence, I’ll hit you with your cane,” Dabi snapped, though his voice lacked any real heat. “Y’know, as smart as you are, you are painfully oblivious.” He shifted and flicked your forehead. “I like you too, dumbass.”

“Nevermind, I take it all back. I hate you. I hope a bird shits on your head,” you grumbled, crossing your arms. “Asshole.”

“Sorry, doll. Doesn’t work like that.” Dabi grinned wickedly. “You should know by now that you’re stuck with me. I’m very possessive with the things I like, and I really like you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you freak. Luckily for you, I don’t mind that you’re stupidly possessive. Fuckin’ weirdo,” you said teasingly. “So… what now? We’re a couple or whatever?”

“Guess so. I’m not super well-versed in the whole relationship thing.” He shrugged.

“Neither am I,” you laughed quietly. “...we should probably go back inside and make sure Nugget is still on the chair. And that the kid hasn’t mauled Boo,” you thought about that for a moment, then added, “or vice-versa.”

“Good idea, doll.” Dabi straightened, then made a face. “I saw your knee was bugging you. D’you want help getting inside?”

“Gross, why are you being sweet. Disgusting. Get that shit outta here.” You stuck your tongue out. “Nah though, I’ll be fine.”

He rolled his eyes at your antics, pushing the door open and heading inside. You followed behind, closing the door behind you. Boo had her head in Toga’s lap, allowing the girl to continue petting her. Nugget had surprisingly remained in the chair Dabi previously occupied, his tail flicking unhappily.

Toga looked up and smiled that same, slightly unnerving smile. “I told you I was right! Do you think I’ll fall in love like you someday?” Her voice took on a dreamy tone.

“Quiet, you little psycho,” Dabi said sharply, glaring at her. You smacked him on the shoulder.

“Play nice, pretty boy,” you hissed. “She’s just a kid.”

“A crazy one,” he shot back. “When d’you think Giran will be back? I’ve got shit I wanna ask for before we go.”

“Patience is a virtue, Dabi.”

“Rich coming from you, mouse. You’re one of the most impatient people I know,” Dabi drawled, grinning. Not even five minutes later, Giran walked through the door with a notepad in hand.

“Alright! Request away.” He waved the notepad around.

Dabi muttered out a finally and rattled off a list of things he wanted, which was mostly clothing and his villain outfit. You requested the same stuff, as well as stuff for Boo and Nugget—a litterbox and litter, chew toys, food and the like.

Toga’s list was knives and syringes. Nobody was surprised.

After Giran jotted down their stuff, you and Dabi decided to head back to the apartment complex to grab whatever you both had left behind. Toga surprised you with a tight hug before you left, saying she was super excited to see both of you again.

You limped alongside Dabi, putting most of your weight onto your cane. You squinted in the darkness. “I hate walking in the dark. Everything looks different. ‘s hard to tell where we’re even going.”

“Get a better sense of direction,” Dabi teased with a grin. You opened your mouth to respond, but you were cut off by Boo tugging hard on the leash upon seeing a raccoon. You yelped and stumbled forward—Dabi had to grab you by the arm to keep you from falling over. “Careful, doll.”

“Okay, that was not my fault. Blame Boo for that,” you grumbled. “Ah, my fuckin’ knee hurts worse now.” The last part was mumbled under your breath, not wanting Dabi to hear you say it. Unfortunately, he stopped walking.

“Alright, give me the leash and hop on my back. I’m carrying you back.” His tone left no room for argument, though you gave it a shot anyways.

“I can walk back fi—”

“Nope. Either you get on my back or I carry you. We both know what the better option is.”

You mumbled childishly under your breath, handing off Boo’s leash to Dabi and climbing onto his back. He tucked your cane under his arm and adjusted his hold on Nugget so he could keep you stable while keeping Nugget in place. “Not a word, pretty boy. Not a damn word.”

“My lips are sealed.”

You both knew that he’d bring it up again eventually. Asshole.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki toya x you #toya todoroki x reader #toya todoroki x you #my writing #bnha fanfiction #navi: we cant fix each other #writing.txt

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aceofshitposts · 2 years

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happy follower milestone!!! <3

for a prompt… hmmm. jaytim, first time one (or both) of them said “i love you”?

i imagine what you were going for was something cute and i apologize deeply. warning for just hurt, baby!!!

It happens slowly at first.

Tim forgets his keys, his wallet, leaves paperwork behind in the office unsigned. It's not like him to forget things like that but he chalks it up to stress, over work, sleepless nights.

Except it only starts to get worse.

"Red, BG needs help at Main and Sixth."

Tim startles from where he was apparently just staring into space. He was... doing something. Surely. But now he can't... doesn't matter. Steph, Steph needs his help.

And he has every intention of going except...

"Jesus, Red, I needed you twenty minutes ago!"

"I..." Tim trails off, blinking back the confusion he feels in his head.

"Ugh, whatever, it's fine, I handled it but for real-" Batgirl cuts herself off, her lips settling into a thin frown and blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. Blonde?

Did Babs dye her hair? No, that isn't Babs' outfit either... Stephanie. How could Tim forget Steph??

"I think something's wrong with me," Tim says, horror dawning like the sun over the horizon.

There's Poison Ivy pollen in his system. Predictably, Tim doesn't even remember fighting Ivy recently.

She also happens to be extremely MIA.

"You can stay here, until we work out a cure," Bruce says and Tim doesn't have it in him to say he doesn't even know where else he'd go.

There's less to remember at the manor but that doesn't mean things don't keep slipping away. Tim starts writing things down. Anything, everything he can think of. From his mother's hair colour to the patrol route he used to take as Robin.

(Used to...? He still... Wait...)

"Do you know who I am today?"

Tim looks up from where he's been studying old photos.

"Jason Peter Todd, second Robin, current kind of crime lord Red Hood," Tim recites, counting off points on his fingers. "You bring me coffee at work and on patrol, sometimes."

Jason sits down heavily on the bed, causing Tim to bounce. "That's certainly an improvement over yesterday."

"It comes and goes," Tim shrugs, feigning indifference. He goes back to the photos, trying to remember where and when he took them... Robinson Park, maybe?

"Hey," Jason says, pulling Tim in until he collapses against Jason's side. "I know it's scary, but B is gonna find you a cure, alright?"

It hits Tim, suddenly, what if they don't? What if Tim is like this, worse than this for the rest of his life. Tim will fade away, living on only in the memories of the people he loved, and some blank slate will take his place.

It becomes suddenly important Jason knows. Knows exactly what Tim thinks, has thought, about him for years now. He can't let Jason think something of him that isn't true.

"Jay," Tim says, the urgency building like a coiled spring. "Even if I forget, you can't, okay? I love you so much."

Jason presses his face into Tim's hair. "I won't, Babybird. Promise."

Tim blinks.

"Promise what?"

#THEY DO CURE TIM i wouldn't do that to you guys not really but #sometimes the hurt part is the most interesting part LMAO #jaytim #250 follower special #astrix writes #i'm so fucking sorry lmao #also if u wanna really wrench the knife this is only what tim thinks is the first time ;)

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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 1 year

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Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part VII

WARNINGS: This chapter gets pretty angsty at the end so... I'm sorry. Being chased, thoughts and discussions of potential death, mention of scars and burns, arguing, lying, reader being anxious at the beginning, NOT A/B/O, human things but Falk is a scary monster sometimes, mostly fluff until the end

Part VI - Part VIII

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You jolted up when you woke up and didn't remember where you were the next morning. You looked around the room, eyes eventually landing on Falk who was still asleep next to you in bed, his light snoring threatening to tear a giggle from you. Your shifting must have been enough to wake him up. He rolled over to face you, a sleepy smile on his lips. "Well, this is definitely a nice sight to wake up to." His voice was deeper than normal, raspy and thick with sleep as he spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't take you back to your room, I didn't want to wake you."

"It's alright, I just hope it didn't bother you having to share your bed." You settled back down under the covers, Falk's hand coming to rest on your waist as you both took a moment to just look at each other. The sun was just starting to rise, bathing the room in a warm golden light. You both jumped at a gentle knock on his door, he groaned as he got up to answer it.

"Charles, good morning." He greets him jovially.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you still sleeping? You're not usually in bed this late." You couldn't help but giggle at his frantic tone. Charles' head poked in the room at the sound, "oh, good morning (Y/N)." He gives you a small wave. "Am I interrupting something? I can always come back."

"No, you're fine, don't worry." Falk laughs. "We both just dozed off last night." He shoots you a wink over his shoulder, causing you to blush. He steps out in the hall so the two of them could talk, coming back a few moments later and rejoining you in bed.

"Everything okay?" You ask with a hint of concern in your voice.

"Yeah, just final preparations for the ritual, nothing to worry about." He gives you a reassuring smile.

"Oh yeah, that's tomorrow isn't it?" He nods with an affirming hum. You sigh, moving closer to him so you could snuggle into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close with a kiss on the top of your head. "Promise me you're going to be alright." You didn't like not knowing what these rituals entailed, you had no concept of how safe they actually were.

"Schatz, I've been doing these rituals monthly for decades, I'll be just fine." His hand slips underneath your shirt, his fingers warm against your bare skin. "You're not getting rid of me anytime soon, I promise." He jokes, attempting to lighten the mood. You both reluctantly left the warmth the covers provided to start your day. You remained in a state of unease as you thought about tomorrow. You felt like you were in a fog, repeatedly telling yourself over and over again that things were going to be fine. You were just being paranoid because you loved him… you loved him. The realization hit you like a punch to the chest. You looked up at the man by your side as the two of you walked and you couldn't figure out why it had taken you so long to realize. That everburning feeling of want in your chest, it was for him. You hadn't realized you were staring, "everything okay, Liebling?"

"Yeah, just thinking, sorry." He reached out and took your hand in his, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. He sighs, pulling you to the side of the busy hallway. "Let me do something for you tonight, help you get your mind off of things for a little while." He gently cradled your face in his hands, one of them falling away to hold out a pinky. You laughed, hooking your finger with his as you shook on a promise. "I'll come get you at 8 sharp." You looked at that bright infectious grin and just for a moment you felt like everything was going to be okay. Falk really did have this uncanny ability to take all your worries away with a single look.

"I can't wait." He gives you a kiss on the cheek, the two of you hurrying down to the chapel for mass. Falk kept his promise, 8 o'clock on the dot there was a knock on your door. He stood before you with a blanket draped over his arm, a bottle of champagne in his hand. A smile instantly formed on your face, "what's all this for?"

"I may or may not have set something up in the courtyard." He holds out his free hand to you, a gesture you quickly accept. You watch his brows furrow as the two of you make your way outside. "Well, it was a nice night." He trails off for a moment before giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I was going to take you stargazing." You trail behind him to where he had a place for both of you to sit already set up, two champagne flutes and some of your favorite snacks ready for you to enjoy.

"This is still perfect… I'm with you, that's all that matters." He smiles down at you. The two of you sat and talked about anything you could think of, it felt nice being with someone who understood you so well. The champagne left you in a state of dizzying euphoria as you laid on the blanket at his side.

"How's your ankle feeling?" You let your head lull to the side, your nose bumping against his causing you to giggle. The first drop of rain hit your face but you were too lost in his eyes to care.

"Still a little sore, but better." The rain rapidly picked up. Falk stood, helping you up. Before he had the chance to drag you inside you tugged his body back to yours. He chuckles as his arm slipped around your waist, the two of you swaying in tandem to invisible music as the rain soaked you both. He walked you through a spin, dipping you low. As you came back up his lips found yours, hand cupping the side of your face as the other remained wrapped tightly around your waist. Your arms slid over his shoulders, pulling him as close to you as possible as you tried your hardest to memorize this feeling. After you had parted he rested his forehead against yours, both of you flustered smiles and nervous laughs. "That was nice."

"There's plenty more where that came from." He laughs as he pulls you into another soft yet passionate kiss. You found yourself back in his room that night, the two of you holding each other close. Your conversation passed in hushed whispers, like you were sharing a secret meant for only you and him. You woke up to him getting out of bed the next morning, a gentle kiss to your forehead as he spoke in a hushed tone. "I'll be back in a couple hours, I have an early meeting." His thumb gently stroked your cheek, you lifted yourself up just enough to give him one sleepy kiss before rolling over and cuddling into the blankets. You hear him chuckle as he stands, your actions too adorable for words in his eyes. You woke up just as he was getting back.

"Good morning." You prop yourself up on your elbows.

"Good morning, Schatz." He greets you with a small smile. You notice how stiff and pained his movements seem as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Seeing your concerned expression he tries to reassure you. "I'm alright, just woke up a little sore." He pulls you close to him, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I unfortunately am going to be occupied with meetings all day, I probably won’t get to see you until tomorrow.” You lay your head in his lap, reaching up to caress his face.

“That’s alright, I figured you would be busy” You sigh, taking in as much of this moment as you could. "Promise you’ll be safe?”

“I promise, Schatz.” You sit up, gaze landing on his lips. He smirks, fingers tangling in your hair as he kisses you deeply. After you reluctantly parted ways you decided to head down to the library to try and keep your mind off things. Even though you had slept in this morning you still felt exhausted, sitting on your usual couch as you skimmed through page after page, you were finding it hard to keep yourself awake. You laid back against the pillows, figuring it wouldn't hurt to rest your eyes for a couple minutes. When you woke up again the room was pitch black. Your heart immediately began to race as you hurried from the library. You weren't supposed to be out here and the strange, malefic aura that had fallen over the Abbey wasn't helping your nerves. You froze at the sound of a deep, guttural growl coming from the other end of a darkened hallway. The hair on the back of your neck prickled, all of your senses on high alert. Red eyes flashed at you from the blackness, causing you to sprint in any direction that would get you away from whatever that thing was.

You started muttering phrases in Latin as you ran, prayers to a god that you weren't even sure you believed in to keep you safe. It was evident from your first day at the Abbey, a firm rule in the church that on ritual nights anyone not in the high clergy was supposed to remain in their rooms behind locked doors. A rule you should have adhered to. You crashed through the chapel door, looking for anywhere to hide. You thought you had lost whatever was chasing you. Your eyes darted to the closet door that stood ajar by the confessionals, rushing into it and closing the door behind you. Your eyes widened at the sound of the chapel door creaking open. You felt the bead of sweat trickle down your temple, your whole body shaking. You had a hand clamped over your mouth to try and muffle the sounds of your frantic breathing, pressing yourself as far back into the closet you had fled into for shelter as possible. The heavy footfalls of the beast that was hunting you echoed through the empty chapel. You should have listened to him, you should have just gone back to your room. The silver chain of the necklace Falk had gifted you was ice cold against your skin, shaky fingers desperately grasped at the cross that laid against your chest. As every step grew closer to your hiding place the urge to run only grew stronger. There was no way you would be able to escape from this room before that beast caught you, your only saving grace was the fact you had a head start on it from the moment it first laid its eyes on you. The reality of this was you had nowhere to run and it was only a matter of time until it found you. You internally cursed yourself for disobeying orders. So many thoughts raced through your mind; there were so many places you had never gotten to go, dreams you never got to live out, feelings you never got to express. It was all going to be ripped away from you in an instant. You were never going to see Falk again. You were plunged into darkness as the creature blocked the sliver of light that streamed in through the crack in the closet door. The moment the door flew open you fell to your knees, knowing this would be the end. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were met with. Blood red eyes locked on your shaking frame, fangs gleamed in the light of the full moon as the beast's lip was pulled back in a threatening display. The tears you had been fighting against so hard fell onto your cheeks, streaming rivers down your face. The cross you still clutched in your fist was your only sense of hope in your final moment. You held it out in front of you, the beast's hot breath burning your skin as you fought against your every instinct. The monster's stance waivered, the matted locks of fur swaying on its body in its moment of hesitation. You pushed the cross at it with more fervor causing it to take a single step back. It almost seemed to be afraid of it. You pushed forward once more, the beast turning and running off with a snarl. You felt lightheaded, the adrenaline stored in your body wearing off rapidly. You leaned back against the wall, unwilling to move from your position due to both the fact you had no energy left to spare and that the monster you had just come face to face with was still out there. You didn't leave that closet for the rest of the night, the smallest sound causing your guard to raise once more. You eventually drifted off just as the first light of day streamed through the stained glass windows. When you woke up next you were in the infirmary room. All five members of the high clergy sat around your bed, Matthew the first one noticing you were awake and offering you a gentle smile. Your head lulled to the side, Falk in the chair next to you. His hands rested over the bridge of his nose, he looked like he was about to be sick.

"Good to see you awake." Attila says softly.

"What happened? What was that thing in the Abbey?" Your voice came out quietly, still too shaken from last night's events. They all exchange a glance between each other.

"Falk, I think it's time the two of you had a talk." The four stand, wishing you well as they leave the two of you alone. You sit up, turning to face him. He couldn't bring himself to look at you and it took you a moment to realize he was fighting back tears that had welled up in his eyes.

"I am so sorry." His voice shook as he spoke. "I should have made sure you were back in your room and none of this would have happened." He wasn't making any sense.

"Did you… bring that thing here?" His eyes finally met yours, his expression completely broken as he looked at your tired face.

"That thing was me." He gives you a disappointed, bittersweet smile. His voice raspy and weak as you watched his composure crack a little more. You didn't know how to feel, a hurricane of emotions inside of you just left you with an overall numbness about the situation.

"That's not possible. That thing out there was a monster." You thought back to the night he had brought you into the ritual room. The claw marks on his chair, the thick scent of musk that you remembered smelling last night as well. He saw realization cross your face.

"The burns on my neck, the scars on my back, the fact we have a ritual every full moon that only a select few people are allowed to attend, none of that seemed strange to you?" There was a newfound sense of bitterness in his voice.

"Of course it did, all of it seemed strange." You stared at your lap, your fists balling up as hurt and anger bubbled up inside your chest. "I was the one stupid enough to believe that you would have told me something as important as this." The first tear slid down your cheek. You stood, grabbing your belongings and preparing to rush out of the room.

"(Y/N)..." His voice broke as he spoke your name. He reached out for you only for you to slap his hands away.

"Don't touch me!" You growled. He jumped back slightly, he had never seen you look at him like that before. Despite the tears that soaked your skin you looked so undeniably angry that he couldn't think of a single thing to say. "The Falk that I know would never have kept something like that from me."

"I was doing it for your own safety-"

"I could have died!" Your voice was now coming out in frantic, strangled sobs. "You've been lying to me about this the entire time I've known you and you're trying to tell me it was for my own safety? If you really cared about my safety… if you really cared about me, you would have just been honest!" You were waiting for comfort you knew wasn't going to come. It couldn't. What else has he been dishonest about? His eyes were trained on the floor, he knew there was nothing he could say right now to fix this. You pushed past him and stormed out of the room, slamming the door to the infirmary behind you.

#if you like ghost youll probably like this #falk fan fiction #falk maria schlegel powerwolf #falk maria schlegel x reader #falk x reader #falk powerwolf #falk maria schlegel #powerwolf x reader #powerwolf band #powerwolf #fan fic writing #fan fiction #fanfic #x reader #werewolf #my writing

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