#to be clear: they try to help with the impaling situation. it's just such a fucking funny transition

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Entertaining Highlights from Sasuke Retsuden:

Sasuke's cellmate Penzila, who is in jail for defrauding numerous rich women by marrying them to pay his gambling debts, implying that while he's a poor gambler he is an excellent flirt!

Sasuke's other cellmate Ganno, an elderly man who makes nail art with pine needles and juice made from his own feet.

Sasuke admonishing Sakura for “courting danger” as if she did not just rescue him from a poison attack he got from fighting with a dinosaur: “No need. Go back. It’s too dangerous.” “Dangerous?” Sakura got a very serious look on her face. “You think I can’t handle it?” “I know your strength and abilities. But I’m telling you that I can handle this by myself,” he replied.

Sasuke's response to being asked to pet the dinosaur he fought, which is much funnier in light of the fact he has one arm: “What? Me?!” Penzila firmly shook his head. “No, no, no, no! Absolutely not! I like my arm right where it is, thank you.” “Okay, Sasuke then,” Jiji said. “I actually need my arm too,” Sasuke told him.

Sasuke infiltrating the prison director's office by being a big wooden stick that Sakura carries around: Tapping the staff/Sasuke on the floor, Sakura mimicked Fandal’s mannerisms and movements as she climbed the stairs.

Sasuke's way of flirting with Sakura being telling her to get wrinkly: “You never change,” he said and put a hand to her cheek. “You could have more wrinkles.” “What?” Sakura laughed, looking not displeased, and lowered her gaze. “Where’s this coming from? Did someone say something to you?” “No, I just wanted to tell you.”

The reveal two-thirds into the novel that the prison director is trying to create his own version Jurassic Park using Edo Tensei and some chickens in his basement?!

Sasuke tossing a baby tyrannosaurus at a bigger tyrannosaurus to defeat it??

Sasuke hugging his dinosaur friend goodbye and thinking of how snowflakes sparkle like a rainbow in the moonlight before it immediately cuts to a man being impaled by a dinosaur right beside him?!

#sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #sasusaku #sasuke retsuden #sasuke retsuden spoilers #penzila #ganno #meno #honourable mention to sasuke getting embarrassed about doing something romantic for his wife twelve years and a whole baby later LMAO #and when he makes a reference to the time he blew up a whole ass hideout bc he was woken up from his nap #they had such a WEIRDLY DETAILED backstory about the feet juice. kishimoto. i blame u for this #to be clear: they try to help with the impaling situation. it's just such a fucking funny transition #ayesha talks anime #light novels #light novel highlights #naruto series

[cultofdixon]

Falling for you…wasn’t meant to hurt

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The two of you grew close because the universe thought you were meant to be. But Daryl agreeing to let you help him find Carol’s daughter, he didn’t expect anything bad to happen • ANGST/SFW • TW: Impalement / Injuries / Anxiety / Restlessness

Requested by: Anon

“If you’re gonna go search for the kid, don’t go alone.”

“Fine” Daryl made his way toward the camp outside the farm house as Rick gave him a confused look.

“Who are yea takin’?”

“Y/N” He states without a second thought in mind as Rick quickly grabs his shoulder stopping him.

“You sure that’s your best option?”

“I trust her more than you, Rick. She’s more than the best choice” Daryl retracts from the man continuing his way over to the tent city they have going on as Y/N’s was on the side closest to Daryl’s.

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“Who’s that?” Merle elbows his brother to look at the woman seated on top of the RV.

Daryl looked over trying to get a good look at her face but when he couldn’t. He gave up and told Merle not to go there knowing damn well his brother was going to holler at her.

Then later in the night, Daryl went over to the camp fire they always have going when dinner was made from whatever he and Merle caught. He went to get him and his brother some dinner only for the woman from the roof of the RV to hand him two prepared plates before he could ask somebody to.

“It’s Y/N by the way”

“What?”

“My name. I’m the “who’s that” from the other day” Y/N gave him a small short lived smile before looking down at the book laid in her lap.

Daryl stood there a bit awkward while holding the plates as he cleared his throat to get her beautiful E/C eyes to look up at him.

“Daryl”

Her smile shot back instantly making his heart beat quicken.

“Don’t be a stranger, Daryl”

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“Do you trust Rick?” Y/N asks Daryl as he was getting one of the Greene’s horses strapped with a saddle.

“Don’t know yet, more than Shane if it came to that though”

“Ugh. In those terms I agree…I just. Don’t understand how he’s so blind to their nonsense” Y/N frowns looking over to the camp while Daryl did his thing but his attention seemed to always fixate on her when she didn’t seem alright.

“Ready. Least I think I got this shit on right”

“You ride a horse before?”

“Uh. No, shouldn’t be too hard”

“If we had the resources like the old world, I’d tell yea to wear boots. So your feet wouldn’t slip from the stirup” Y/N stared watching Daryl get on with ease extending his hand for her as he kept his cool when her smile practically shot him. “Don’t do anything too crazy, cowboy”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Daryl chuckles lightly as his mind was running miles at everything she did, even if it was the smallest thing of wrapping her arms around his waist. “Alright, let’s get”

God I really hate horses Y/N thought as she held onto Daryl for dear life wishing they went on foot.

I can’t focus On the other hand, Daryl’s mind raced having her this close.

But a good thing can’t last forever in the end of the world.

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Daryl cared, but he also didn’t. In the moment he didn’t care about anybody else except her when he returned from Atlanta to find out a herd was crashing through.

Not that she needed any help given every walker that came toward her, met the short end of the stick.

Once the horror show came to an end and many were mourning, Y/N dropped her axe before falling to her knees and trying to wrap her head over all the happened. Her mind was flooded until she felt hands carefully take a hold of her face. Her eyes instantly locked onto his piercing blues.

“Are yea bit?” Daryl frowns waiting for her to answer as she shook her head, bringing a whole wave of relief. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s get yea cleaned up”

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They can handle anything

Daryl jolts awake in a bit of a haze feeling the pain in his side realizing he was impaled by his own arrow. But given the racing situation at hand, it didn’t remain in his side as he quickly pulled it out while scrambling to get his crossbow in order to shoot the walker getting dangerously to Y/N’s unconscious form.

The second he landed the shot, Daryl dropped his crossbow rushing the best he could over to Y/N and rolling her onto her back noticing the branch embedded in her side.

“Fuck” Daryl frowns removing his shirt wincing when he agitated his injury and wrapping it around her middle to secure the branch. “Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP” he didn’t meant to shout so loud at the last part but it got her to jolt awake wincing in pain immediately. “Sorry. I’m sorry”

“W-…What a way….t-to wake a dying p-p…person” Y/N scoffs wincing more feeling the branch move when she took a breath.

“Y-Yea ain’t dyin’”

“H-Hurts…though” Y/N finally got a deep breath in, exhaling slowly feeling his fingers press against the pulse point on her neck. “Mm still here…”

“Yea better be by the time we get back”

Y/N couldn’t even wrap her head around that thought. Of making it back alive. She thought she was going to die there or on the way back, but given how hard Daryl was trying and the anxiety laced in his voice. Even with how much he’s talking…she’s not going to feed into the seeds of doubt and let him try, hell…she’s still trying.

“Can’t move yea too much…gonna have to go the long way”

“H…How’d we even…?”

“Stupid goddamn h-horse” Daryl winced to his pain when he tried to get up so he could help her up. Y/N carefully pressed her hand to his injured side getting another wince out of him and when she removed her hand she saw the blood.

“You can’t die for me” The first clear thing she’s said since the fall and Daryl didn’t know what to say. The anger that always laid dormant in him at times, started to peak out when his mind raced to the conclusion that he’s not going to listen to her if she starts talking about leaving her behind.

“F-Find something”

“What?”

“F-…Find ah…” Y/N laid back again in the dirt looking around locking onto the walker he had killed to keep her from getting bitten. “S-Stop the bleeding. T…Ta…Take his s-shirt”

He would listen to her direction but find himself yelling at every moment she closed her eyes. They were both weak, but he’s the only one capable of getting them out of there.

Daryl took the shirt and secured it to stop the bleeding on his side. Then he decided to take the dead’s pants thinking if he could climb up from where they fell while Y/N was wrapped to his back, then they could follow the same tracks that got them there instead of trying a whole new route. But that meant having to cut the branch shorter and warning her was the easy part.

Feeling her nails dig into his arm as he used his knife to shorten the branch on either side…listening to her scream in agony and the blood continued to seep through his shirt that was supposedly secured around her. He was in hell.

Y/N tiredly watches the creek disappear as Daryl carries her on his back taking his sweet ass time climbing.

“Gonna get Hershel, to check on yea.”

“You…”

“Me? Me what? Me too? Yeah no shit. None of’em out there are gonna let me walk around bleedin’”

“…s-someone needs to care”

Daryl was reaching the last stretch in climbing when she said that. He was confused on what she meant but when he finally got onto the main path pulling the rest of her up and beside him. Y/N had gone unconscious again. She wasn’t finished and he wasn’t happy seeing her eyes closed.

“Come on” Daryl shakes her at first, trying to keep the yelling at a minimum because the only thing it’s going to do is draw more sickos toward them. But he wasn’t getting anything immediately. “Y/N?” His fear started to get him as he gently brushes the hair out of the way of her face shaking her head carefully. “Please. Please. I can’t lose you. I can’t.” His voice cracked, his tears were threatening to spill over.

It took a second but she tiredly opened her eyes reaching forward and grabbing a fist full of his tank top.

“Tired…” She sighs feeling his hands rest on her face. “Sorry”

“You’re not allowed to die, alright? I’ll kill yea if you do”

Even in a weak state she couldn’t help but laugh to such.

Soon they were on their feet, Y/N’s arm draped over Daryl’s shoulders as he kept her up the best he could while they made their way back.

“Walkers!” Andrea yells catching everyone who was outside’s attention.

As Rick, Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog grabbed their guns and made their way to the walkers given there was only two. But Andrea decided to take the hunting rifle and get ready to take at least one of them out.

“Andrea don’t”

“Shut up Dale”

Y/N groaned touching her side to see the fresh blood coming out as she gave Daryl a worried look while he kept a stern one. He wasn’t stopping. Then her anxiety got the best of her right when the four approached them aiming their gun.

“That’s the second time you aimed that thing at me” Daryl huffed.

“Oh my god Y/N” Glenn frowns noticing her injury then they all were startled by both Y/N shoving Daryl off and her falling back when the shot rang through. “Holy FUCK!”

The group that rushed over surrounded Y/N as Daryl weakly looks up from his fallen position noticing her unmoving form. He couldn’t quite pick out what they were saying as he tried to get himself off the ground. Eventually T-Dog approached him with an extended hand.

“C’mon man. We gotta get you checked out”

“Is she—-“

“She’s still breathing” T-Dog reassures him as he got Dixon back on his feet bringing his arm around his shoulders. “The hell happen?”

“Goddamn horse” he scoffs feeling his anger bubble inside himself when watching Shane carry Y/N sprinting toward the house.

Daryl found himself at the dining room table letting Maggie do his stitches while the room that once had Carl, now had Y/N being worked on by Hershel with help from Patricia. He anxiously waited and winced every now and then when Maggie pulled a bit too tight on her stitches. She’d apologized immediately.

“Yer dad is good right?”

“Yes. For someone who originally only worked on animals” Maggie states applying the bandage as Daryl immediately got up leaving the house and approaching the camp.

“Who the fuck fired?”

Everyone grew tense with the tone he took as it was obvious given her avoidance to eye contact when he brought it up.

“Who. Shot. Their. Gun.”

“Andrea” Glenn blurted as Dale smacked him in the arm. The guy was nervous. He wasn’t about to lie for her.

“I’m sorry Daryl! You two looked awful and from afar—like walkers. I had to protect—-“

“FOUR OF YALL CAME TOWARD US. WE DIDNT NEED SOME TRIGGER HAPPY BITCH TAKE CARE OF IT” Daryl snaps as Rick stepped between them pushing him back gently keeping mind of his own injuries.

“Look. You’re upset. We all are. We’re worried about—-“

“Nah. She wouldn’t have gotten hurt if you had just trusted me to take care of business by myself. I shouldn’t have taken the one person I care about in this goddamn apocalypse” Daryl clenched his jaw moving his gaze to the floor. “I’m leavin’ if I lose her” he whispered.

“Daryl”

The two quickly turned to Maggie as she kept a relaxed expression but the tension in her shoulders struck Daryl’s anxiety.

“We need you”

Daryl quickly ran toward the house and barging into the room noticing the branch was still in Y/N’s side.

“Why the fuck haven’t—-“

“I stabilized it but she woke up, screamed at us wondering where you were—-“

He didn’t say anything all he did was instantly to go to her side noticing the color that left her face from the blood loss, and the bullet graze on the side of her face.

“D-Daryl. It h-hurts” She whined with tears streaming down her face as Daryl held her hand trying not to fall apart.

“He’s gotta take it out and access yea, sunshine”

“P-Please. Don’t leave”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Daryl states giving Hershel a look for him to get started as he watches the doc move the bandaging showing the branch that still needed to be pulled out. His heart was pounding in his chest holding Y/N’s hand knowing in a split second he’s going to have to hold her shoulders.

Which happened to be now. Hershel started to pull the branch out and Y/N tried to fight Hershel wanting him to stop but he kept repeating “almost there”. Daryl brought his hands to her shoulders pinning her down as Patricia held her legs down to keep the movement at a minimum. She clawed at Daryl’s arms crying in pain as he knew he would be hearing her screams whenever something went wrong in the future.

Once the branch was removed, the blood poured in new places that weren’t where the clamps were. Leading Hershel to apply pressure immediately while Patricia scrambled to get what they needed. Daryl relaxed but tensed instantly when Y/N’s breathing slowed…slower than normal.

“Goddamn it” Daryl frowns holding Y/N’s face shaking her slightly. “Come on come on come on!” He shouted startling everyone as Hershel took notice and quickly checked her pulse while Patricia kept the pressure.

“Son, you know CPR?!”

“What?! Nah. No she don’t need it. She’s just—-“

“You need to do it or she’ll die”

Then the sound went out in his head. Daryl instantly started to do CPR and tried his best not to instantly break her ribcage with the pressure he was building up to. His shoulder was grabbed when Hershel finished his work and checked her pulse. He did good. Daryl did good.

“She’s gonna be unconscious for a while” Hershel states, about a few hours later as it was now the evening. Daryl hasn’t left her side and he mainly said that in hopes he’d get up to walk around a bit. But he didn’t want to face anybody. “She lost a lot of blood and it’ll take a while—-“

“Use mine”

“Pardon?”

“I’m fucking universal. Take some of mine to help her”

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“He seriously did that?” Y/N questions Daryl as the two were sitting alone in the room they were sharing at the CDC.

“Got a lot of money out of it”

“But that’s not safe. Taking three pints? How did you not go into shock?”

“Who said I didn’t?”

“Daryl, I’ll fucking kill you if you ever gave me your blood”

“Huh?” Daryl was confused on what she meant and Y/N was getting at, if the situation asked for it. She wouldn’t want him to bleed himself just for her to live. “You ain’t gonna lose a fuckton of blood. Won’t let it happen”

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Three pints. Fucking moron.

But Hershel only took one a day and gave it to Y/N, letting Daryl take the couch in the living room to recuperate after each transfusion. He had to be a human blood bag, Hershel couldn’t calculate a pint so he had a cut off period. Meaning 3 pints could’ve been less than what was taken.

Daryl didn’t have to give anymore and found himself back in the chair beside the bed staring blankly at the window seeing the group take advantage of the luxury of the Greene farm. Part of him knew it wasn’t going to last. Something in him was leaning toward that, but he wasn’t going to lose her if something bad were to happen.

He flinched to feeling something as he brought himself to cross his arms turning toward her thinking it was just a breeze. But when he noticed her open eyes and extended hand, it was her.

“Holy shit. Holy SH—“ Daryl cut himself off when Y/N brought her finger to her lips to shush him as he leaped out of the chair dropping to his knees directly beside the bed dropping his head onto the bed. She instantly wrapped her arm around his shoulders as her other hand carefully reached over to run her fingers through his hair. “Thank god. Thank fucking god”

“Dar…your arm is bruised”

“Don’t…don’t worry about it, sunshine. I had to do what I had to do”

A sigh escaped her lips making him turn his face toward her as she gently caresses his face watching him relax to her touch.

“I’m always going to worry about you”

“Y/N…you almost died” His voice cracked as her expression saddened gripping the back of his shirt tugging at him. Daryl got the idea as he pulled himself up letting Y/N wrap her arms around him as they both kept in mind their injuries.

“I’m not going anywhere…has to take a lot to take me away from you”

“I love you…I loved yea since I first met you…”

Y/N held onto him with the strength she had feeling Daryl hide his face in the crook of her neck.

“Falling for you, wasn’t meant to be literal” She giggles feeling him pull away so he could get a good look at that smile of hers that he missed so much. “I love you Daryl”

The tears came back when he brought his lips to hers feeling her gently wipe away his tears not breaking the kiss they shared. She returned her arms around his shoulders parting from him to bring him close once again.

“I ain’t letting go, sunshine”

“Good…”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[little-spoiled-brat]

pairing: levi x reader

cw: angst, major angst

- along with him -

laying on the open field, the clear sky above you as a bittersweet smile played on your face. the fabric of your wedding dress slightly getting rustled around by the wind as you unconsciously played with the ring that sat on your left ring finger.

“y/n, there you are! we’ve been looking everywhere for you. it’s almost time for the ceremony-” your friend’s voice reached your ears as she made their way towards you.

“i don’t think i’ll ever get married” you cut her off, not prying your gaze away from the sky above. your friend furrowed her eyebrows at you, walking closer until she was hovering above your face. you let out a half hearted chuckle, crossing your hands before closing your eyes.

“y/n! get out of there!” you heard levi’s voice yell from outside of the building as you turned around, making eye contact with him and everything went in slow motion.

“y/n!” levi yelled, rushing over to you as the building you were in collapsed. you could only look at him as he rushed towards you, fear making you freeze in place before everything went black.

“y/n! y/n, brat, can you hear- can you hear me?”

your eyes fluttered open as the sharp pain on your leg immediately made its presence known. you hissed in pain, looking up to see levi hovering above you. his hands were planted on either side of your head as an obvious struggle was written on his face.

“levi? what happened?” you asked, trying to assess the situation but it only left you in a state of confusion.

“the building collapsed, a metal bar impaled you on the thigh so don’t move too much” levi said, looking down at you as you finally realized what was happening.

the rubble that came from the collapsed building fell on top of you. levi rushed to you quickly enough to put himself in between you and the rubble to stop it from crushing you.

“levi! y/n! can you guys hear me?” erwin’s voice suddenly echoed from somewhere as you looked up to see that there was a gap in between the rubble. a head of blonde hair peeked as erwin appeared in your line of sight.

“are you both alright?” erwin asked, a worried tone in his voice as he tried to assess the both of you for injuries as best as he could.

“y/n needs medical attention, there’s a bar impaling her leg and she’s losing blood” levi said as erwin replied with a nod.

“what about you?” erwin asked as levi was quiet for a second, he looked down at you. you immediately saw the sadness and fear in his eyes and it terrified you.

“i’m okay. just find a way to get y/n out” levi said as he strained to lift the massive concrete on his back, his arms were starting to shake from the heavy weight but he pushed through.

it was taking every fiber of his being to prevent the concrete from crushing you. you wanted to help but the throbbing pain on your leg physically stopped you from doing so.

“grab onto me, we’ll try to pull you out” erwin said, sticking his hand in for you to reach as you looked at it before looking back at levi.

“go. i can hold it up for a bit longer” levi said, his voice was calm but his eyes silently begging you to just grab erwin’s hand so you could be pulled to safety.

“but what about you? you’ll get crushed, levi” you reasoned, looking up at him with nothing but fear in your eyes — not for you but for him.

“i’ll get out. just go, i need to know you made it out alright” levi said as you shook your head at him, tears falling down your cheeks.

“i’m not leaving you. i’m not leaving until i know you’ll make it out of here alright too” you said as levi closed his eyes for a second and sighed deeply.

“y/n-” levi started but the concrete above him suddenly shifted as his eyes widened.

“erwin! grab her!” levi yelled as you were yanked out from under the rubble by a strong hand before you could even process what had happened.

a loud thud echoed behind you as your eyes widened and you turned around.

“i’m in love with someone else. although we never got to say our vows, i know that i was always destined to be with him” you said, looking up at the sky as the first of many tears fell down your cheeks.

“i don’t think i’ll ever get married because i know that my heart will never love someone the way i loved him”

levi ackerman died that day, and the piece of your heart and soul died along with him.

#aot x y/n #attack on titan #aot #aot angst #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk x reader #aot x reader #snk angst #levi x reader #levi x y/n #snk x y/n #levi ackerman

[ficnation]

Chapter 5: The Quarry

Series: Way Down We Go || Season 1 Word count: 2,8k+ Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader; Shane Walsh x Reader; Daryl Dixon x Sister! Reader Warnings: usual twd themes A/n: I’m sorry that this one is shorter. It’s kinda a filler chapter just so I can set the scene and get back into this series. I still hope you enjoy it! <3 If you’re not on the taglist but you’d like to be added let me know!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 || 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 

It all happened so quickly that you could barely remember how you found yourself lying in the back of the pickup truck, pressing down on the gnarly wound on your side with all the force left in you. The blood kept running down your body, seeping into the seat and leaving a nasty stain that’ll probably stay there, forgotten for the rest of your days.

“Ya ain’t bleedin’ out in my car, Baby,” Daryl declared confidently, but his voice reached your ears, muffled by the constant ringing in your head.

You felt lightheaded and could barely think—speaking wasn’t even an option. You let out a quiet grunt in response, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head when the car swayed and bumped on the uneven road. The pain was unbearable, the worst one you’ve ever experienced in your life, but to be fair, you’ve never before been impaled by an arrow. Just the thought of it made the situation you found yourself in just a few hours ago play back in your head.

You could hear the groans of the undead again. You could feel the air thickening and the persistent pulsing of adrenaline in your veins. And when the infected surrounded you, the forest became their playground—a dangerous maze for your group of three.

Daryl ran over to you, grabbed Merle under his other arm, and helped you drag him forward while the latter yelled over and over again how you were all fucked and dead already. His words only made you clench your teeth, tears blurring your vision while you hauled him forward as fast as you could.

You remembered how at some point, you were too tired to get going, so Daryl took all of Merle’s weight onto himself, telling you to get your rifle off your back and shoot. You quickly realized that there were too many of them and the car you left behind was your best shot at escaping.

While you put yourself together and killed off a few stragglers that got too close, Daryl doubled back toward the camp without a word, and you followed in his steps, watching his back.

Going back to the clearing only seemed to worsen your situation. You found yourself stuck between two groups of infected in the middle of the night.

The last thing you remembered was wrestling on the ground with one of those creatures and Daryl getting pushed by another one of them just when he released an arrow to take out the creeper that was trying to rip you apart. The arrowhead pierced through your side at a weird angle but didn’t go all the way through.

You had no other choice, no weapons left. With one hand holding the straggler by the neck at arm’s distance, your other one encircled the arrow in a tight grip, and you pulled it out with a scream. The undead trashed around when it smelled the blood, lowering its jaw toward your stomach. You took the chance and yanked its head back, stabbing the sharp point through its eye with the last drop of your power before everything went black.

“How long has she been like tha’?”

You clenched your eyes shut tighter at the familiar drawl. Your head throbbed painfully, and you were afraid if you opened them, you’d not only have to deal with your asshole brothers but also with the blaring sun that warmed your skin. God, you felt like dying would be less painful and much easier than what you were currently going through.

“Doesn’t matter. She ain’t dead.” You recognized Daryl’s annoyed mumbling.

“I wish I were,” you responded with a raspy voice. You decided to rip the bandaid off, so you opened your eyes wide, wincing from the sudden brightness. “Where are we?”

You blinked fast, trying to get used to the light before you let your eyes wander around the pickup. Daryl was still behind the wheel while your older brother sat in the passenger seat with his boots propped on the dashboard and one arm lazily hanging out of the window.

“Doubled back to Atlanta,” the archer answered, keeping his eyes on the road. “Heard on the radio, they’ve some kind of a shelter there.”

You tried to sit up and look through the window to get an idea of how far you already got, but it only resulted in a painful hiss before you slid down onto your back. It hurt just enough to make you forget about trying again. You lifted up your bloody shirt to assess the damage. The wound on your side was bandaged up now, but you could still see a large splotch of dried blood on it. It must’ve been a while since it was dressed.

“Did you cauterize it?” you asked curiously, your fingernails scratching the flaking blood off your skin but nowhere close enough to the wound for it to make you wince in pain. You’d have to take a long bath in a river to scrub it all off.

“Did we?” Merle looked around the car, surprised by your question.

“Ya didn’t do shit. I cauterized it,” Daryl growled out, rolling his eyes. He glanced in the rearview mirror at you. “Ya were passed out, most likely didn’t feel a thing.”

You nodded gratefully at him. “So…” you drew out, looking curiously between your brothers, “What’s the plan? Last time we doubled back somewhere, it bit us in the ass.”

“We don’ need no plan. We’ve survived without one long enough,” Merle protested, his voice booming.

You rolled your eyes when he gesticulated wildly, almost smacking Daryl in the face. Your younger brother eyed him like he’s lost his mind. How did this guy avoid the massive hangover after the stunt he pulled in the woods? He seemed to be the luckiest of you three, coming out of any situation without a scratch while fate kicked your own ass mercilessly.

“Not sure.” Daryl pulled his bottom lip between his teeth—one of the many nervous habits of his. When you were younger, you used to smack the back of his head when he did that, making him chomp down on it and groan in pain. It always worked. “We’ll see when we’re there. Maybe—”

“Last time I was in the city, it didn’t seem safe. The streets were swarmed with cars and those things,” you butted in before he could finish the next sentence.

It was the truth, but the bigger reason for your resistance had little to do with the undead and blocked streets. You didn’t care if the shelter existed or not. Atlanta was your prison. A prison that you broke out of, and you desperately clung to any reason not to go back there. You took a deep trembly breath, slumping against the seat further when you let it out. You weren’t brave enough to protest more, but you were sure as hell ready to do anything to avoid stepping foot in Atlanta.

The drive to your destination was unnecessarily long and tiring. You spent most of it lying across the backseats, trying to fall asleep, but the constant swaying of the vehicle only made you more aware of the wound on your side. You gave up with an annoyed snarl, making Daryl look back at you in worry.

For the rest of the ride, you busied yourself with trying to stay still. It was a task that turned out to be more difficult than you expected. Your mind was running a thousand miles per hour, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were far too close to the city for your comfort.

Daryl slowed down the car when you reached the blocked main road to Atlanta. Merle stuck his head out the passenger’s window and whistled slowly, almost amazed.

“Ain’t no way we’re gonna squeeze through,” he remarked.

“How much gas? Maybe it’s not too late to find a safer place to stay the night,” you butted in, hope already stirring in your head. You wanted to be as far as possible from this damned city.

Daryl glanced up at the gauge, squinting in the evening sun. “Not enough to go on a road trip now. Tank is almost empty.”

A heavy silence fell over the three of you as you tried to figure out the best solution. You didn’t have many options to choose from. If you tried to push through, you’d have to abandon the car, and there was no way your injury would let you take more than ten steps by yourself—and ten was already pushing it.

Daryl shifted his shoulders and looked out into the distance. He sighed and scratched the stubble on his cheek thoughtfully. Then, after another few seconds of contemplation, he turned around toward you.

“Ain’t no way yer gonna walk by yourself?” Merle interjected, firmly inserting themselves into the conversation.

“No fucking chance.” You snorted, shrugging your arms hopelessly. “I can’t even sit up.”

Daryl nodded, then glanced back towards his brother. Merle seemed lost in thought, leaning against the truck’s door handle. He shrugged as well, seemingly indifferent to the situation. That was helpful; if he didn’t open his mouth, you had a better chance at convincing Daryl to turn back.

“Well, what do ya think we should do then?” The archer asked, sighing deeply. He had too many backup plans to decide which one would benefit you all or at least give you a chance to survive.

You considered your options carefully. Option one was to abandon the car and try to hitchhike to Atlanta, hoping that you wouldn’t bump into a horde along the way. The second option was to find gas and get back on the road to find some kind of refugee shelter. And the last one was to find a peaceful place nearby where you could get some sleep, eat something and then decide what to do in the following days.

You paused for a moment before answering, choosing your words and the tone of your voice carefully. “Let’s look for a safe place nearby, okay? Then tomorrow, we’ll decide what to do next and see if we can pick up some gas from those cars.”

“Works for me. I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” your older brother agreed, stretching out his legs and kicking them up on the dashboard. He groaned in relief, slumping down against the seat. Merle’s mere existence was giving you a headache.

You didn’t think your younger brother would agree with you from the jump. Damn, you wouldn’t blame him for being skeptical. Your gaze landed on his face, trying to decipher the emotion he was hiding behind those Dixon blue eyes. His eyes remained narrowed in deep thought. You could almost see the whirlwind spinning in his head.

“Aight... Let’s drive,” Daryl murmured finally, turning the ignition on again. He eased forward, pulling the car in reverse before he began driving off into one of the side roads.

This time you’ve won. You exhaled in relief, letting your head fall back against the seat.

As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Merle unbuckled his seat belt and hopped out onto the dirt. You sat up carefully, moving as slowly as possible. You looked out at the sprawling landscape of the quarry, the lake in the middle surrounded by large stones and trees from every side. It could be a good place to stay for a while.

Daryl hopped out of the driver’s seat to open the back door and help you out of the car. Once you were on your feet, you took in the marvelous view. The water shimmered in the evening sun, creating a sparkling effect on the lake’s surface. It was so peaceful, almost like the end of the world you once knew had never happened.

Daryl walked ahead, scoping the area for any potential threats. Merle stayed with you. He leaned against the side of the vehicle, looking around curiously as he whistled a tune under his nose. Your eyes were wide open, keeping a lookout for anyone or anything that could be lurking nearby. You wanted to trust this place so badly, but the world was now too dangerous to be ignorant.

When Daryl finished his stroll, the two of you huddled together near the water, unsure of what to do next. You cautiously lowered yourself onto one of the sizable boulders surrounding the lake, the wound on your side not letting you forget about it even for a second. It was a constant reminder that you were not safe, no matter the serene and peaceful scenery around you.

You wondered whether staying here would be a mistake, but the exhaustion and pain from your previous ordeal left you with little choice. You knew you all needed to rest.

Merle, however, seemed to have other plans. He kept his distance by leaning against the car with a stubborn expression on his face. “If you ask me,” he said loud enough for the two of you to hear him, “we should keep movin’.”

“Yeah, and get attacked by the undead and die?” you chimed in, not quite ready to argue with Merle but having already grown tired of his negativity. He had no right to dictate what was safe and what wasn’t; he let a group of the infected stumble into your camp just because he was drugged out of his mind. You and Daryl could’ve paid with your lives for his slip-up.

“We had a plan,” the man grumbled before Daryl interrupted him.

“She ain’t wrong, Merle. Stayin’ here is the safest of our options right now,” he agreed. Your older brother huffed, seeming unhappy with the decision. God, you wanted to punch him again so badly.

“Man, I don’t get you. You agreed with me when you saw the blocked road. What changed?” you asked, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. You quickly regretted it when the wound on your side throbbed painfully, making you gasp. Daryl looked at you concerned, but you waved him off wordlessly, your hand reaching to hover over the injury.

“I changed mah mind, so wha’?” Merle responded, folding his arms defiantly across his chest. You were quick to join him, crossing your own arms in an act of defiance as if that made you a true member of the Dixon brothers’ little gang.

“It’s close to the water and far away from any roads,” you argued, trying to make him see reason. “We won’t find a better place anywhere nearby.”

“Yeah, this is jus’ a small-ass quarry. We need a real camp and some damn food.” Merle still wasn’t giving up, sounding increasingly annoyed.

You snorted at his words. “Food won’t magically appear out of thin air.”

“We don’t have enough gas to keep drivin’ back an’ forth,” Daryl reminded him.

You stayed silent, letting your brothers deal with the situation. Your body desperately needed sleep, and your mind wanted nothing more than to escape the chaos of your environment. You just wanted some rest, no matter the location.

Merle scoffed, shaking his head. “I know that I ain’t stupid. Jus’ let’s go find a better place, ’kay?”

The archer rolled his eyes at his brother’s persistence. “What if this is the best we can find?” Daryl raised an eyebrow. He glanced around, surveying the surrounding landscape and trying to find the flaws that his older brother saw in it.

“What if it ain’t?” Merle crossed his arms, glaring at him. He then looked at you, searching for support and finding none. You decided to join the fight now.

“We’re not taking any fucking risks today. I didn’t live through this,” you spoke up suddenly, pointing your finger at the wound on your side, “just to die tonight because the gas ran out, and we still had no place to stay. No fucking way.”

Both brothers were surprised by your outburst—you even surprised yourself. They raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if you’ll continue your angry speech.

Merle perked up, ready to fight your words, he opened his mouth to counterattack, but Daryl cut him off before he could say a word.

“Can ya, for a change, shut up? Yer annoyin’ me,” he snapped at the older man.

Merle’s scowl grew as he figured out he was outnumbered and wasn’t changing your mind anytime soon. Yet, he refused to back off, wanting to have the last word. He got in Daryl’s face and sneered at him.

“I’m tired of yer attitude, Darylina. I told ya we just need to find a better place.”

“We ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Your younger brother held his ground, and you had to admit you admired him for it. You’d have probably faltered if Merle did that to you.

“Fine. Just know, if anythin’ happens, it’s on ya,” the older man grumbled before he stepped back from Daryl and jumped into the car, slamming the door behind himself.

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Only a god can kill another god

↠Diana Prince x Goddess Reader [18+] Violence and fighting

Everything you two had built was falling apart. You knew it from the moment you both stood facing each other in that dark alley with the heavy rain soaking your clothes. The gravity of the situation was heavy, and it was clear that there was no turning back.

You were both about to fight to the death, each one of you determined to win.

You couldn't escape this fate. No matter how much you wanted to, you could not turn away from the impending battle. You had to face it head-on and accept the consequences, whatever they may be.

Her eyes were full of fierce determination as she pulled her sword from her back holster. You stared with tears streaming down your face as you lowered your head. You knew that this was the moment of truth. Your mind raced with thoughts of doubt and fear but you knew that you had to face your opponent. You steeled yourself and unsheathed your sword, ready to fight.

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Your mouth dropped open in a gasp as you jerked awake with heavy breathing. The sun was setting behind you while you were sitting still. Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, you shook your head as the memory faded. A sigh escaped your mouth as you leaned back on the bed, inspecting the cold sheets on your right side. You then looked out on the balcony, taking in the sight of the city lights that were beginning to sparkle in the evening's sky. Stepping onto the balcony, you let out a deep sigh.

You looked up at the night sky, and watched as the stars slowly started to appear. You felt a sense of comfort standing there in the dark. The quiet of the night and the gentle breeze filled your lungs, helping you to become a bit more at ease. As you watched the stars in the night sky, you felt at peace , despite the loneliness that often accompanies the thought of her. Taking a deep breath, you allowed yourself to fully relax and enjoy the peaceful moment. You knew that this simple pleasure was one of the few things that could soothe your heavy heart.

As your mind started to wander, the fight memory came to the surface.

The rain fell harder as the two goddesses charged at each other. It was almost like it was trying to wash away the battle that was taking place. The rain became so intense that it made it difficult for the two goddesses to fight. They had to dodge and weave in order to avoid each other’s weapons. Despite the heavy downpour, the goddesses remained undeterred in their mission.

The rain was still pouring down with its relentless force when a powerful kick sent you sprawling across the ground. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the sky wept heavily. Rain soaked through your clothes and chilled you to the bone. There wasn't as much cold as in your heart.

In an attempt to continue fighting, you arose only to be impaled by a sharp piece of debris. As the sword pierced your skin, you gasped in pain and shock. Throughout your body, you felt the warmth of your own blood. You were about to lose everything. Stuck in a fight, you could not win. Your heart raced as you felt your strength wane, and the chilly rain washed away any hope that you might survive.

Shakingly, you removed your helmet and left it beside you. Your movement drew your opponent’s attention to your face. You had just revealed your identity. A look of horror appeared on her face and a gasp left her lips as she realized that the person she had been hunting down for so months and just fought was her own lover. You looked into her eyes, knowing that it was too late to turn back.

She mumbled your name and looked down at your stomach. Realization came and crashed into her as she looked at what she had done. She stepped back, tears streaming down her face, her heart shattering. “No, no, no, no” she cried as she fell on her knees.She was in shock, unable to fully accept what had happened.

“What have I done?” she whispered slowly holding you in her arms as she stroke your face, tears now flowing freely down her cheeks. It overwhelmed her with guilt and regret, wishing she could undo what she had done. “Stay with me please, my love,” she said, her voice shaking with emotion. “Please do not leave me, I cannot bear it.” she pressed her head against yours. “Diana,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. She smiled through her tears and kissed your forehead, her lips trembling. Diana was desperate for your forgiveness and was afraid of being left alone. Her emotions were so strong that she was unable to contain them, and she kissed your lips in a moment of tenderness and love.

She whispered back, “My love, I'm sorry, please forgive me.” With these words, you embraced one another, Diana’s sorrowful tears mixing with your own as you both held on tightly to each other, knowing that neither of you wanted the moment to end. You gazed into one another's eyes as you slowly closed your eyes, treasuring the moment and the love that still existed between you both. You whispered tenderly, "I forgive you".

When the darkness slowly enveloped you, you heard the scream of your beloved. The pain and anguish of her broken heart echoed within your own. Diana had realized, too late, that you were gone. She had lost you forever, and the pain was unbearable. Tears streamed down her face as she held you close, begging you to come back to her, willing you to stay.

The sound of her voice, pleading for you to stay, echoed in your mind and brought you back to the present. You had been considered dead by your lover, and the thought of it pierced your heart like a dagger. You wanted nothing more than to go back to her and tell her that you were alive and that you still loved her, but you feared that if you returned, her heart would be too fragile to handle the shock and it would be best to stay away. Knowing that you could not go back to the past and the pain that it could bring, you chose to stay away and keep her safe.

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I'm sorry but I just need to take a moment to scream about why Mu-deok / Naksu / Cho Yeong's character and the romance between her and Uk makes me go absolutely feral.

She's just so clever and calculating and determined. Like Uk has literally been trying for years and years to get his gate of energy open. When he finally meets Naksu, someone who's actually willing to open it for him, it's at a time where she's trapped in a weak body and doesn't have the power to do so. But she doesn't let that deter her. She's just like alright let's poison his ass instead, and it works. Just like that, she gets his gate open with minimal effort on her part (minus the torture lol).

Then there's the incident where she throws filthy water on the crown prince and pisses him off to the point that he's ready to fight them all. She gets everyone out of trouble by putting on a remorseful servant act and offering to drink the water. She also immediately clocks the prince as someone who is arrogant and therefore weak to flattery, and proceeds to follow him out and sweet talk him to death. And that works too. The prince ends up leaving that encounter being pleased and amused by her when just minutes ago he wanted to slice and dice her for daring to dirty him. She knew exactly how to act and what to say to get what she wanted.

When the crown prince threatens to destroy her birg egg charm, Naksu tricks him into thinking she doesn't care about it and causes him to throw it away, which ensures that she can get it back even if Uk loses his last duel. She is also the true mastermind behind the duel between Uk and the crown prince, which she arranged because Uk was demotivated due to Park Jin's usual bullshit. She also set up the ten duels between Uk and the other mages, which helped Uk improve by leaps and bounds since he was able to memorize and utilize his opponents tactics, which again is exactly what she wanted.

It's wild how so many pivotal events in the show were orchestrated by her. She's literally just so damn manipulative and I love it. Time and time again, she flawlessly manipulates both people and situations to achieve her desired outcome.

She's also extremely hardworking. It's clear how ruthlessly efficient she is by the way she absolutely dominates the Songrim servant test despite the fact that she's in a physically weak body. Her body is probably the weakest of all the other competitors, but she still completes every task faster and better than all of them. This is probably because she grew up on her own in a desolate place, and therefore had to develop the skills necessary to survive. Compared to Uk who's never had to cook, clean, do his own laundry, and even has people running his baths for him, Naksu is practically a survivalist.

And like you would think that someone with these traits would also have a healthy sense of self-preservation, right? WRONG.

Maybe I'm just watching the wrong shows and reading the wrong books, but usually when I see characters who are smart and cunning and know how to fend for themselves, their priorities tend to be their own safety. But Naksu literally does not give a flying fuck about her well-being. When she discovers that she can't draw her sword and thinks she'll be powerless forever, her first instinct is to just kill herself. She heads straight for the lake and jumps in. She also shrugs off being brutally tortured by Park Jin, saying she expected worse. When Jang Uk loses control during training and is about to impale her, she doesn't even try to move out of the way even though she could.

She's highly self-serving but also paradoxically has zero self-preservation, and that's why I find her character so fascinating. And it's demonstrated that the reason she's like this is that she's so goal-oriented. What Naksu cares about isn't her life, but her goals—which are getting her power back and avenging her family. If she has to lay down her life to do that, then so be it, because her safety isn't nearly as important to her as achieving her goals.

This is why the romance between her and Uk is so fucking immaculate, because he's like that too. Even though people see him as a helpless troublemaker, Uk is also very crafty and perceptive. All it took was Mudeok looking him in the eyes and swinging a crab leg at him for him to instantly figure out that she's a soul-shifter and that she's actually Naksu. He then immediately uses that knowledge to try and blackmail her into being his master. He got Heo Yeom drunk so that he could carry him and copy his breathing technique, and he even had the foresight to bribe Ju-wol in advance so that Mu-deok's identity would be protected if anyone came looking for her. He also knows how to use people's perception of him as weak to get himself out of trouble. Just like his master / maid, he's cunning, but he's also reckless and isn't all that concerned with his own safety. He literally wasn't the slightest bit upset when Naksu poisoned him. He could have easily died, and he didn't even care, he was just happy his gate of energy was finally open.

Both Naksu and Uk are people who are driven by their goals and will pursue them relentlessly without really caring if it costs them their lives. And those same people people who were once willing to do anything for the sake of their own ambitions, gave up on their goals for each other. For almost the entire show, Naksu and Uk risked so much and schemed their hearts out to get what they wanted, only for both of them to choose to be powerless in the end. The most powerful, notorious assassin in Daeho and the literal King's Star who's supposed to have a great destiny gave up their power to run away and live a simple life with each other. How can I not lose my mind over them!!!

And it's like not only did they give up their powers for each other, they also did it for the sake of the people around them. Uk wanted to save everyone that was trapped in the ice stone, and despite the fact that Naksu kept on telling herself she could let them all die, she wanted to save them too. Episode 19 Uk and Naksu are nowhere near as self-seeking as they were in episode 1, and it's partly because of each other. The way they were both instrumental to the other's growth is just 😫😫😫

And also the way that they understand and support each other. Like when Uk first tells Naksu his plan to take the barrier down, she's immediately like wtf no you could literally die, lets think of something else. Of course she wouldn't want to watch the love of her life possibly kill himself right in front of her, but that's exactly what she does. Even though she's scared that what he's about to do could cost him his life and the thought of that is so unbearable to her that she even gave up her power, she still ends up encouraging him to do it. Because she understands his "its better to die than do nothing" mentality because that's also her mentality. And Uk also understands her and the impact her upbringing has had on her. He's so considerate of her and showers her with affection without crossing any lines because he knows she's not used to it.

And let's not even talk about that moment after the barrier is destroyed and both of them have well and truly lost their chance at power, and Naksu literally fucking smiles and says it's fine because they're together. The ruthless, cold-hearted assassin who was willing to kill them both to get her power back is content being totally powerless and trapped in a weak body because Uk is with her. She once said that she'd rather die than live that way, but now she actively chooses to live that way because she loves Uk and desires him more than power 😭😭😭😭😭

December needs to come quick because I'm losing my mind over here

(Also I'm so sorry this ended up being so long I didn't mean to write this much lmaooooo)

#alchemy of souls #jang uk #naksu #mu deok #as you guys can see im obsessed

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New Beginnings (Can Be Possible)

Some more Ghost AU fic, related to the Danganronpa IF AU.

When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was that a good chunk of the class wasn't in the nurse office anymore.

Thankfully, he was soon told that his missing classmates were, after breaking in and, rummaging, inside the rooms that the master- no, Junko, locked down to find anything they could use to fight back, and escape, now trying to find Mukuro, who had went somewhere in the building to keep Junko distracted, so they could find a way to escape with her help.

The pain of both the spear that had stabbed him and his memories returning in disorganized clumps was still unbearable, but he still wanted to see Mukuro again, so he immediately pleaded to them to carry him to were everyone else was now.

His classmates, and Utsuro, he had realized belatedly, looked at him with uncertainty, clearly still worried about his injuries, but they still complied with his request, with Kyoko personally taking the role of his crutch, one hand laying his arm around her shoulders and the other carefully situated against his waist, slowly helping him walk through the building until he finally saw everyone else, nervously waiting for Mukuro in the hallway where their rooms were situated.

He was about ready to leave Kyoko's grasp, and amble towards where the rest of his friends were, when he heard the noise of a vehicle approaching, jumping a bit in slight worry, and accidentally making the pain of his injury flare up once more, before he realized that it was Mondo, arriving to the room riding in a outlandishly decorated bike, who was being accompanied by a certain black-haired girl.

Mukuro.

He couldn't help but to feel glad she was ok after what it should have been a grueling fight against her sister, so he just told her that, which made her expression fall into one of remorseful sadness, before she got off the bike that Mondo probably had stolen from Junko.

It was clear that her past betrayal to them was hurting her, and probably she was feeling more alone than ever, now that she was against Junko too, so he talked again, trying in the process to ignore the pain he felt every time he tried to talk:

"Thank you Ikusaba... you saved my life"

His words had apparently cut deep into her, because her expression changed into one of confused shock, before she averted her eyes from him to the floor and let out a simple question from the sea of confused emotions that was now her voice "Why?"

He let out a noise in confusion at her question, which he wasn't sure if she had heard it before she continued "If Kirigiri told you, then you already know what I did, right...?"

Oh yeah, when he recovered consciousness after the impalement, Kyoko brought everyone to speed about what had happened while he was unconscious, including how Mukuro had confessed to her everything Junko and her did to cause the Tragedy and start the killing game.

She had to be seeing herself right now as a traitor and a monster undeserving of mercy nor kindness, but he could see, he could remember, that those thoughts weren't the truth about her, and he had to tell her.

So he did it:

"Well, I guess you're right, but... you also saved my life many times during these past two years... and..." Feeling another pang of pain on his side, he took a deep breath before he continued "You're my friend... we all spent time with each other... It could be great if you could look for a different path... not despair... and if there's any way I can help you, I will..."

"Do you really think I can walk another path at this point?" She immediately asked him, clearly still not trusting herself to feel hope after a life of living in the claws of despair alongside Junko.

It was a hard question to answer, he knew that, but he still had to do it.

So, with a smile on his face, he answered her with the words he told her earlier that day "I don't know what you can do... or ever what I can do... but I think it's more important to look for that path instead of actually finding it"

Once again, his words had broken through Mukuro's cynical barriers, finding their way again to the girl that had been buried under the mask of "the Ultimate Despair Soldier", before pulling her back to the surface.

And, for a moment, he thought that, if he were able to just talk to Junko, maybe he could be able to convince her into stopping all the despair business and just... end this madness.

But, before he could finish voicing those thoughts to Mukuro, the shrill laughter of Monokuma started playing through all the speakers, before Junko started talking to them, finally shedding the disguises she had been wearing these past days.

She told them that, now that the killing game had been ruined and she had been exposed, she will let them do a 'Graduation Exam' that, if it was successfully completed, they would be free to leave to the outside world.

But, if they failed the 'exam', she would erase their memories again, and the killing game would start anew.

Obviously, none of his classmates wanted to go back to that hell, to the point that some of them even started to argue against Junko's assertion that they would have already killed each other if the game had went like she wanted it to go, but she didn't cared about what they thought, she only cared about despair.

So, instead of hearing Kiyotaka's tirade against her, she activated a Monokuma behind Sayaka and and told her something that chilled her to the bone:

"What do you think, Maizono? Do you really think none of you will become a killer?"

After saying those words, Junko then lowered her voice while she kept talking to Sayaka.

He had no idea of what Junko was telling to her in those hushed whispers, but it had to be something bad, because her face blanched up and started trembling the moment the Monokuma opened its mouth again.

He wanted to run towards where the trembling Sayaka was, and kick the Monokuma away from her, but his injury acted up again, making him fall again against Kyoko's side, sight and hearing becoming static for a moment before he could hear her and Mukuro's worried voices and a trail of purple light shining around the edges of his vision.

A trail of purple that soon became Utsuro's face.

He was looking at him from his position over the panicked Mukuro, his expression looking as worried as the ones the girls had, but not saying anything before he turned his head to where Junko was torturing Sayaka, his expression changing once again to something he couldn't completely identify.

There was something strange about Utsuro, he knew, with his knowledge of the killing game, and those memories he had just recovered of the ghost having been his underclassmam before the Tragedy started, but whatever thoughts he had about him were interrupted by the noise of something crashing against the Monokuma, shutting it up.

When he turned his head towards where was Sayaka, he saw that the Monokuma's head had been pulverized by a crystal ball that now laid in pieces.

A crystal ball that had been thrown by Leon.

With her plan to plunge Sayaka into despair having been foiled, Junko went back to warn them about the 'exam' they had to do to escape from Hope's Peak, which they finally saw once Sakura told them that the units she had been fighting in the hallway were acting weird:

Two rows of Monokumas were on either side of the hallway, framing a lone Monokuma at the end of it that had a button that looked like the one he had won, and pressed, the previous day over its head, all of them rigged to explode in 15 seconds for the double purpose of destroying the button and burning alive whoever tried to seize the button before the last Monokuma exploded.

All for the purpose of Despair.

"Knowing how Junko Enoshima is, that Monokuma has to be carrying the real Escape Switch..." He could hear Utsuro say while his classmates argued about who would sacrifice their life to get the button, nodding absentmindedly at him before the two of them were surprised by a familiar girl walking besides him, and situating herself in between the Monokumas:

"I'll do it..."

He screamed Mukuro's name in a panic, but, besides turning her head to the side, he wasn't sure if she had heard him, because her attention immediately went to Sakura, who had put herself between her and the Monokumas to stop her self-sacrificial intentions, and whispered something in her ear before Junko's started to blow up the Monokumas.

Using the first explosions as some kind of signal, Mukuro threw the broken IV stand she had been carrying since she returned towards the Monokuma carrying the Escape Switch, before jumping and using the force of one of Sakura's kicks to propel herself towards the button, ignoring the damage the explosions had to be doing to her body, before she reached the last Monokuma, destroying it before Junko could activate its bomb.

And like that, a second before the 'exam' finished, Mukuro Ikusaba was able to obtain for them the key for their freedom.

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They... won.

They actually won.

Mukuro Ikusaba was able to outsmart Junko Enoshima and adquired the tool needed to free Class 78 from the Ultimate Despair's clutches.

But they didn't left immediately, thanks to both the fact that Mukuro and Makoto's injuries still needed to be treated, and that the students wanted to pack both their personal belongings, and things from the school that they could use to survive in the outside world, before leaving.

It took them a while, but, once everyone was ready, Makoto pressed the button, finally opening the doors of the prison that should have been their shelter, and showing them the destroyed world that they had been forced to forget.

Mukuro was the first one who left, having decided to separate from the rest of the class to both protect them, from both Junko, who he was sure would use the data necessary to reverse the memory repression to lure the class to a trap, and the new enemies, both Despair and not, she had made thanks to her actions to both start and end the Tragedy, and to start her new mission to stop the Ultimate Despair.

After a heartfelt goodbye, they all saw how the Ultimate Soldier left to a fate unknown, before the rest of the class also left the building and searched for a new place to live, eventually finding it on a old, dilapidated, apartment building that was close to the school.

The settling of class 78 in the building was done mainly in silence, everyone clearly still trying to process everything that had happened just some hours ago, but he couldn't find in himself any interest to keep watching them work beyond a minute, so instead he decided to stay with Makoto, who had been left in one of the dormitories so he could rest his still tender injuries.

He assumed that the luckster would be sleeping, so he stood at his side, eyes focused on the bandaged injury on his side, before his mind was sent back to the past.

Back to a collapsing building, where he had been left behind by his remaining victims, and the only person who ever loved him was bleeding out on the floor, using whatever strength she still had to beg him to leave the building and live, even if that would doom her to an untimely demise.

For a moment, he couldn't help but to think about how she would be right now, pangs of happiness, pain and anger all flaring in his mind at how she would be living in the shadows of the collapsed society, carrying the curse he had to gave her to save her, and separated from each other until the day she would be given permission to die, before a voice cut through his thoughts, and dragged him back to reality:

"U-Utsuro...?"

Makoto was now looking at him, still in a resting position, but clearly awake.

Did he had become so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't noticed the luckster waking up? Or Makoto was already awake when he arrived, and he didn't even realized it?

Either way, Makoto Naegi was awake and aware of his presence, and it was making him feel very uncomfortable.

So he decided to leave.

"Oh, you're already awake. I'm going to leave now. Bye"

"Wait!" The other boy's shout made him stop and turn around to the image of him clutching his injured side, a grimace on his face, before he started talking to him again "You... you don't have to leave just because I'm awake, Utsuro. Also, I wanted to talk with you about something..."

"About what, Makoto Naegi?" He said after letting out an annoyed huff. He really wanted to leave the room already to be bored elsewhere.

"Well... It's that I just want to know if... if you've been lying to me all this time"

He couldn't help but to shot up his eyebrows at the luckster's words, before answering him "Why do you think that?"

"Because I can remember that your classmates called you 'Maeda', not 'Utsuro'"

That genuinely surprised him, never having expected that the boy in front of him to be so perceptive, a boy who then took advantage of his surprised silence to continue talking "And that's not the only thing I've noticed, Utsuro. First, there was the fact that you knew so much about the killing game, about Enoshima, and how they worked, and then, what I heard you say when I started remembering how we were told about how you and your entire class were supposedly murdered by the Reserve Course once they fell into Enoshima's thrall. Just..."

He then took another pained breath before finishing "Just, tell me the truth, Utsuro"

He didn't wanted to tell him the truth, he didn't found any reason why he should tell him the truth, but the both of them knew that he promised him that he would tell him everything once class 78 was free from Junko Enoshima's killing game.

So he told him everything.

He told him about the power he was cursed to bear since birth, about the greed his existence awoke on everyone who met him, the existential ennui that it rotted his soul with and how he accepted Junko's offer of becoming an agent of Despair in a selfish attempt to feel something again.

He told him about how he then destroyed the futures of so many people all in the name of Despair, eventually finishing his crusade of madness with dooming all his... classmates to their deaths through a disguise and a killing game no different from the one Junko tried to make with them.

And finally, he told him how he let himself die after the three last remaining members of class 79 fought against him, and passed the last remnants of his curse to the pitiful girl who ruined her own life in a attempt to repay him for the way he saved her from the hell that was once her life.

By the time he finished telling him about the monster he was, Makoto had grown unnervingly quiet, a blank expression on his face and his eyes looking down to his hands, that were now folded over his lap.

He was sure that Makoto would hate him now, now that he knows about everything he did under Junko's employ, so he got ready to leave the room, again, only to be interrupted once more by the luckster's voice:

"Wait!"

What he wanted now?, he couldn't help but to think in infuriation before turning back again to glare a hole through Makoto's head, something that made the man stiffen for a moment before he regained his composure, and talked again:

"Why are you trying to leave again?"

For a moment, he was sure he felt his eye twitch. What the hell was wrong with this guy? "Didn't you heard what I just told you? I helped Junko Enoshima with starting the Tragedy just because I was bored and I wanted some stimulation, I killed all of my classmates, your underclassmates, in a killing game made with the express purpose of give Junko Enoshima the best ideas to force you and your friends to kill each other, and I manipulated and hurt the only person who genuinely cared about me into walking to her own death. I'm a monster, why don't you hate me?"

Makoto didn't answered immediately at his rant, just sitting on the bed all quiet and still, and blinking at him in confusion, making him think that his naive brain just didn't wanted to process all the awful truths he had told him, until he finally answered:

"Well, that's because I don't hate you. Like yeah, I'll never approve of the things you did to help Enoshima with her plans, but I don't think you're a irredeemable monster, Utsuro"

It was official: Makoto Naegi was an absolutely naive idiot, and it was pissing him off "How many times I'm going to have to tell you, I-"

"Sorry for interrupting you, Utsuro, but please answer me one thing: If you truly were the despairful monster you say you were, then why you saved Akane Taira's life?"

Makoto's question immediately cut through the anger he was feeling, leaving behind silenced confusion.

Why he saved Akane Taira's life at the end of his own?

Since the moment he realized that he had become a ghost, he thought that he was sure he knew the reason why he did that, but now, thanks to that question, he found himself unable to believe his own conviction.

Why he did that?

Taking advantage of his surprised silence, Makoto continued "If you really were just as bad as Enoshima, then you would have left Taira to die from her injuries alongside you, instead of spending your last moments alive trying to save her. Hell, if you were as bad as you're saying you were, you would have made sure that the last survivors of Class 79 couldn't escape from the collapsing building, just like Enoshima tried to do with us hours ago"

He wanted to refute all of the luckster's arguments, he really wanted to do it, but he found himself unable to fight against his words, all the counter-arguments he could think just dying on the tip of his tongue, leaving him completely silent in front of an expecting Makoto.

It took him a while, but he was eventually able to answer the luckster's words with one question of his own:

"What's the point of all this?"

Makoto stood quietly for a moment, pondering his answer, before he talked again "Well, I guess I just want to help you"

"Helping me with what?" He couldn't help but to ask to what Makoto said.

"With becoming a better person, I guess..."

That was the boy's answer, and he couldn't help but to think back to when everyone was still trying to escape from Junko's killing game.

And what Makoto told to Mukuro once they found each other again.

He wasn't using the same words, but the answer he just gave to his question carried the same meaning as what he told her back then:

"I believe in you, and I believe that you can change for the better, even if you yourself can't believe in your own inherent goodness"

Once again, he couldn't help but to see her on Makoto.

And he couldn't help but to remember again the words he told to the silence that surrounded him and Makoto's unconscious body when Mukuro left them on the nurse office, that he stupidly hoped that Akane could somehow hear wherever she was now:

"I guess this is my chance to atone, right?"

They were a simple string of words that weren't supposed to carry any meaning for him, having said them in a moment of emotional distress that shouldn't have ever happened, caused by memories that shouldn't even matter for him.

But they ended up mattering, somehow.

The path of redemption was one that he spent time and time again believing that he wouldn't ever be able to cross thanks to his many misdeeds, to the point that he accepted death under the belief that his soul was too rotten and corrupted to deserve the light of another day, but, in the span of one simple day, a disappointing soldier of Despair turned to Hope, and a unlucky but fortunate boy, proved him wrong with their actions alone.

There was still a way for him to leave this path of Despair, and to make amends for all the horrible things he did in life.

And a part of him was too scared to accept it.

Too scared, and too guilty, to accept the consequences of his actions.

To accept the possibility that he would never be forgiven for the atrocities he committed to finally feel alive.

But accepting that would be people that would never forgive hin for what he did was still a part of the path of atonement, and, in the depths of his broken and dark soul, he knew that.

So, once he left those thoughts to rot in the depths of his mind, he looked at the kindhearted hazel-eyed man looking back at him and made his decision:

He will also walk through the hard, and painful, path of redemption.

Just like Mukuro, and Akane, did before him.

So, with the sight of the lucky boy extending a hand towards him, and giving him a soft smile, he gave his first shaky step towards his second chance to live.

#my writing #Dangan Ronpa #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa fangame #danganronpa another #super danganronpa another 2 #dra #sdra2 #makoto naegi #utsuro

[otomeomegaverse]

i’m in the mood for some angst, but i know this is a bit much so if it’s not something you’re comfortable with writing, that’s fine :) could you write headcannons of the twst dorm heads after their alpha dies? if that’s too much, you can write it so that it’s just a dream they had lol. either way, thank you! i love your blog <3

Ooh, I do love me some angst… Also thank you! You are too kind ^^

TW: Death under readmore:

Omega!Riddle:

🌹- Riddle was attempting to assist his Alpha with taking care of a rather out of control Overblot situation, using his magic and attempting to get things under control again.

🌹- He had turned away for a second, only to hear the Alpha scream out in pain, having been impaled by the blot monster and tossed aside as of they were nothing.

🌹- Riddle felt his heart absolutely shatter, screaming for his mate and rushing over to them, hoping to get there before it was too late while others attempted to get the situation taken care of.

🌹- After the blot monster was defeated and the overblotted student was taken away, Trey was the first to approach his dorm leader, freezing when he saw the Omega clutching the lifeless form of the Alpha.

🌹- Riddle sobbed as he clutched his Alpha, apologizing for not keeping a better eye on the situation. He desperately wanted to bring them back, but it was no use… they were already gone…

🌹- The weeks following the Alpha's death were brutal. Riddle's tolerance was even worse than before, he was stressed out, not eating, not nesting, and didn't seem to take a moment to properly grieve… Trey could see the poor Omega's struggle… And more than ever, wished there was some way he could help…

Omega!Leona:

🦁- It was a big Magift match between NRC and another school. Leona had taken charge of game planning with his Alpha, they had a foolproof idea that could win them the game… or at least… That's what they thought…

🦁- It was the 4th quarter and the scores were fairly even, Leona had tossed the disk to his mate for them to try and reach the goal. What he didn't realize was that the other team had been planning their counterattack for the match.

🦁- Leona watched as a massive burst of magic was launched towards the Alpha, knocking them head first out of bounds. The referee called time out as many ran to check the Alpha, Leona's ears wilting back when he heard Crowley calling for a medic to come with such urgency.

🦁- The Omega ran to catch up with his mate, seeing how bad of shape they were in… They were unresponsive, bleedin, and though their eyes were open, they had an almost glassy look to them.

🦁- He stayed by the Alpha's side in the exam room, his heart breaking when the medic confirmed his worst fear… The injury sustained was fatal. If the Alpha had hit the ground anywhere but their head, they would survive… But with a case like this, death was nearly instant.

🦁- Leona grit his teeth, he didn’t want the one person he finally cared about to be gone. He actually began to think about starting a family with them! They can't just be gone like that! In the weeks following, he informed Crowley that he would be dropping out from NRC and going back home… He lost most, if not all motivation to continue his education… If his Alpha wasn't there? Why put in the effort?

Omega!Azul:

🐙- Azul was dealing with some clients of a more *unsavory* type that day. Having Jade and Floyd close by in case things went south, and lord knows they would… The Omega wished to hurry things along, lest he be late for his date with his Alpha that evening.

🐙- The clients showed signs of clear agitation towards Azul, about to threaten him when his Alpha entered the room calmly, going over to him for a moment. Azul apologized for taking so much time and that as soon as they finished they would be on their way… The clients had other plans.

🐙- The Alpha quickly noticed something in the reflection of Azul's glasses, quickly shoving the Omega out of the way as they spun around, the Client having pulled out a knife and initially aimed for Azul, instead hitting the Alpha square in the chest, piercing their heart.

🐙- The moment Azul caught on to what just happened, he wailed out for his Alpha, Jade and Floyd springing into action and subduing the clients easily, restraining them as their dorm leader rushed to his Alpha's side.

🐙- Azul held his Alpha close, not caring if he got blood on his clothing, he tried to keep his mate awake by any means while an Octavinelle student rushed to grab a nurse, but by the time help arrived it would be too late.

🐙- In the weeks following Azul found himself to be much more sensitive, unable to focus on his usual work, eating more than usual and surrounding himself with things that reminded him of his Alpha… He was returning back to what he used to be, and he was terrified of it…

Omega!Kalim:

🦦- Of course when his Alpha was dating Kalim you knew it would have its risks. He was the eldest child of the Asim family and was next in line to be the head of it, so he was a fairly prompt figure in the school.

🦦- So when one day the two of them were chatting and walking through the courtyard of NRC, just minding their own business, imagine the surprise the couple got when they were jumped by two strange men with knives held to their throats.

🦦- Kalim whimpered out, shutting his eyes tightly as he began to whine out desperately. His Alpha immediately went into fight mode, snarling and growling as they fought against their attackers, yelling in pain suddenly when they seemed to be struck but didn't stop until their attackers were fleeing from NRC and students had come to see what was going on.

🦦- the Omega was thankful for his Alpha saving him, though flinched back in shock when he realized where and how bad the Alpha was attacked… his mate had stab wounds, slashes and cuts all over their body, slowly falling to their knees as their injuries were becoming too much for them.

🦦- Kalim cried out and knelt near his Alpha, lying them down so they didn't hurt themselves further, calling out for Jamil out of fear and desperation. As much as he tried to help, nothing seemed to be working… The Alpha passing just minutes before help could finally get there.

🦦- Kalim cried for days after his mate's passing, relying on Jamil heavily for that time… He didn't hold too many parties or celebrations after his Alpha's demise… In fact, his scent even changed quite a bit. Almost as if he had begun to use some rather heavy heat and hormone suppressants to stop himself from getting another mate…

Omega!Vil:

🪞- Being in the acting, modeling and magicam industry, Vil was bound to make a rival or two in his time. Gaining an Alpha mate only further cemented said rivals' jealousy over the leader of Pomefiore. Of course Vil didn't care too much, he was in a happy and sweet relationship with his darling Alpha.

🪞- What Vil didn't know was that one of his rivals was plotting to knock him down a peg or two, setting the Omega up to meet a rather unfortunate fate… Vil entered his dressing room, preparing for another day of filming for a show he was performing in. He was rather surprised and admittedly flattered when his dear Alpha entered with a bouquet of flowers for him.

🪞- The Omega smiled and purred softly as he went to place the flowers in something so they wouldn't get damaged, leaving his Alpha alone in the room. They had noticed a couple of drinks on the table near a couple chairs, deciding to go and relax, they were fairly thirsty after all.

🪞- Now, unfortunately Vil's rival didn't plan for this next part to happen… As the Omega entered his dressing room again, he found his Alpha to be choking and gagging from his drink. Rushing over to their side, he quickly inspected the cup he drank from, his eyes widening when he realized that they were not only poisoned, but the drink was likely for him…

🪞- Vil cried out desperately for help he he tried to figure out what had poisoned his beloved Alpha, but by the time he figured out what it was, his mate was already gone… The Omega felt pure anguish as he fell to his knees, screaming out for his Alpha to wake up, wanting them to open their eyes, speak, breathe!

🪞- News spread like wildfire amongst the media, "Famed Actor, Vil Schoenheit's mate killed by poison". News anchors tried to invade his everyday life, asking questions and trying to find out anything they could. Vil just wanted time to grieve his loss, staying near Rook and Epel as much as he could. He found himself crying himself to sleep almost constantly, working extra hard to keep up with his regimens in order to keep himself distracted, but nothing seemed to keep his mind away from his beloved…

Omega!Idia:

💀- Idia was finally coming out of his shell a little bit, now that he was with his Alpha, he actually felt a little confident in himself! The Omega had never been happier, he was actually keeping promises to be more social with Ortho, and he was smiling more often as well! The Omega felt as if things were perfect, nothing could change his mood… at least… he thought… His Alpha was hiding something from him… They were sick, and they didn't know how much longer they would be around with Idia…

💀- They weren't able to keep this ruse up for long… One day after Phys Ed, the Alpha was feeling more winded than usual, actually collapsing on the field before class let out. Idia rushed to the infirmary when he found out that his mate had fainted, concerned about their wellbeing.

💀- Just as he was about to order Ortho to do a scan on the Alpha, they confessed what they were hiding… Idia's heart sank, what kind of depressing romance troupe had he got himself into? He couldn't let his mate die! Not after all that he went through in his life!

💀- His Alpha pulled the Ignihyde dorm leader close, hugging him and rumbling in order to calm the anxious Omega. They stated that even if their time was short together, they wished to spend every moment with them. Idia agreed and tried his best to be there for his mate.

💀- The two did as much as they could together, going to movies, playing video games, stargazing. It was the most fun Idia ever had with his mate! The Alpha even shared a more personal and intimate moment with Idia, wanting to truly call him their mate before they passed…

💀- When the Alpha's time finally came, Idia stayed by their side until they fully passed, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at his mate's lifeless frame. Ortho did his best to comfort his brother in the weeks after, but the Omega was nearly inconsolable, locking the door to his room and refusing to come out… He was just glad he got the chance to be with his Alpha when he did..

Omega!Malleus:

🐉- With Malleus being a Fae and his mate a human, he knew for a fact that he would outlive the Alpha. This was a fact he knew couldn't be changed, though was still painful for him to truly accept. He just wished to spend as much time with his Alpha as he could.

🐉- After NRC Malleus and his mate almost immediate got engaged, being wed before the first snow had a chance to reach the ground. Both were in pure bliss as they could finally call each other mate's.

🐉- The years had passed, Malleus and his mate had many children together. The Omega hadn't changed much in the years, but he was beginning to see the changes in his Alpha's appearance… He knew deep down that the time they had together was running short, even if he wished to deny it…

🐉- One night as Malleus was gathering some books to read to their youngest pup, he looked over and noticed his mate stumbling a little as they stood, the Alpha falling to their knees on the ground.

🐉- Malleus dropped the books and rushed to his mate, carrying them to bed Swiftly and lying them down, quickly sending for Lilia and Sebek in this time. As the Omega sat by his mate's side, they recounted all of their days spent together, from when they met at NRC, to when their first pup was born…

🐉- Days later, Malleus was saddened to see that his mate had finally passed… There was a large funeral held for the Alpha, humans and Fae of all kinds gathering to say a farewell to their King/Queen/Monarch. Malleus and his Alpha's children were all in attendance, saying their goodbyes to their Apa. Though his heart was filled with sorrow, the Omega knew that be would always have his beloved in his heart, and part of them remained with their children…

#omegaverse #abo #twisted omegaverse #omegaverse prompts #omega!vil #omega!riddle #omega!leona #omega!azul #omega!kalim #omega!idia #omega!malleus #tw: death #tw: poison #tw: stabbing #tw: mpreg #< just in case for the last one #even if only implied

[honeybeewhereartthee]

My Darling Dolls AU : selfishness, hypocrisy and a contract.

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"*yawn... Morning." You greeted HiMERU as you wake up from your unconscious state after few days time.

"..."HiMERU look at you with a clear sight of eye bags in his eyes.

"HiMERU felt drained with problem you cause." He says as he show you endless text of Rinne second phone number about where you are and why are you not back yet.

"Your things." He give your own phone and turn it own to only have it ring endlessly by call coming from your boss, alkaloid batch as well Rinne and that weird ass kid before:

[THE GREAT LEO'S PRINTING PRESS:I wanna visit your place to write horror genre songs.but I saw that There's a weird thing in your front yard!! IT GIVES ME INSPIRATION!!]

[HIHIiro: HELLO!! WHERE ARE YOU. MAYONNAISE, AREA AND THAT SUSHI IS WORRIED] (A/N: he is not use to it, auto correct ruined his text]

[RinRin: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY FEET PICS?! ANSWER ME THISSSSSSSS!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME THIS EARLIER!!]

[IdolSimpAira: Do you wanna watch idol live concert? 🥺🥹 I have five tickets!]

...

[idolSimpAira: CRAZY B DID SOMETHING HORRIBLE!! I CANNOT FORGIVE THEM. CAN YOU HEAR ME OUT??😭]

... (insert Aira complaining about crazy b and him buying merchandise out of stress of the situation)

[Mayoi <3: MC, I would always help you if you need it. Please don't go asking to get hit by someone! VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER!!]

...

[HiHinata desu: oh the phantom have fallen ill again! Yuuta fallen ill too! MC! You shouldn't be reckless!! >:Tc now I also want to be asleep.]

You wonder what Hinata meant but it made you worry if his joking around again since he like to text prank you many times than being serious.

...

"...what's wrong with the front yard?" You wonder what that weird kid talks about.

"...ah. Amagi's younger brother accidentally order something weird from online after getting his own phone." HiMERU show you what it was.

"... Isn't that a Halloween props." You ask as you look at the ruined Chucky doll props at the front gate, impaled in the gate iron.

"They should have added blood running down the iron gate to make it more scary for other kids to look at." You thought about what it lack for a concept. The idol sigh as he realize your not a bit worried about it.

"Anyway I still don't know why I gone to childhood years instead at that time where kana meet such accident." You mumble.

"... Kid Kana is so cute Ùwú" you boosted as you stood up from the bed, almost losing balance as you have been laying there for a week and haft.

"Oopsie." You were lucky able to stop it when you hold at kaname bed which is beside yours.

You thought about the kaname you are with in your dream and the play that you guys joined in few years back, you hold his hand that have tube connected to him to supply him nutrition while being asleep.

"Dear sleeping beauty, when will you wake up?" You mumble feeling worried about how you'll get to the next time you'll try to time travel again. So far you don't see kaname gaining self aware that he could be someone like you.

He just call you Chuni (indirectly) when you keep telling him your from the future. Past mayoi would probably call you one too (in his mind at least)

"sleeping beauty huh..." HiMERU start. The two of you then chat how you should just kiss him awake and you debunk it by saying it's the filter Fairy tale.

Then it turn to lotto winning digits and being called another rinne. Almost went to an argument but later decided to go back to the house.

Through you did drop on a props store to buy fake blood to put in the front gate to maximize the effect of the wanna be Halloween theme the people in the house did.

When you two come back HiMERU excuse himself as he need to check on ES again for his idol work. "Mk. Bye." You said as you wave him off. You look at the chucky doll at the front gate before you open it. Walking inside the property, you notice how silent it is. You could almost felt someone is looking at you in every direction of open tainted windows.

"...is it Halloween or something." You mumble as you open the front door. As the door unlocked the sound it create made the people in the house all look at the direction.

"I would like to say if you suddenly go and surprised me out of nowhere I will dislocate a limb :)" you utter a joke to yourself or whoever is listening to you.

"MC!!!" You jolt in surprised when you hear the twins called out to you before they did an air flip and landing in front of you from what seems to be a hanging swing tied in the ceiling. "Welcome back ~ from dream land."

"what..." You wonder how they know.

"oh! Oh! MC don't know! Shall we tell them, Yuuta?" Hinata giggles to himself as he look at your oblivious situation.

"Eheh. Should we? Should we? But MC is a bad owner for being gone for days! Oh! How mean and heartless of them! We shouldn't!" Yuuta answered back to his brother with pout.

"... Shouldn't you guys be in ES boarding house? I wasn't worried being gone for a long while cause you all be doing idol stuff." You check their schedule they always put in the refrigerator and thought it was safe to leave for a couple of days to week even.

"how could we do that ~ we only fallen asleep out of nowhere if we're out! Cause MC Is a bad owner!! Now we're dub Ritsu sakuma the #2 and the #3!" Yuuta complained as he poke your nose.

"bully MC but not physically! Meany! Meany!"-Hinata

"bad! Bad! Bad owner!" -Yuuta

The twins called you names and you just chuckle as you walk into the house. You look at the couch and saw someone looking at you with burning gaze.

"Yes? Are you also going to say something, hiiro?" You ask the batch leader of Alkaloid. Who is eyeing since you come in yet never spoken anything.

"MC, I wanted to ask where you gone too but Aira and Tatsumi said you have your own life outside from us. But I hope you'll tell us next time if you'll leave for a long while." He said on seriousness. "Plus since you leave, mayoi won't leave that room and always asleep. " He added.

Somehow you wonder why he said mayoi is also sleeping.

"...!!" You heard something upstairs, you look up and saw familiar long purple hair of someone running away fearing to be seen.

"MAYOI <3" you smiled as you wave to hiiro to talk to him more later on as he seems to still want to talk to you. You then run upstairs in chase to follow the phantom to his hiding spot.

You climb up to hear him closing the door, you smirk as you give chase and follow him to the door.

"HERES MC!!" you says as you open the door.

"Mayoi~.... Eh." You saw no one inside. "did I enter the wrong room?" You mumble as you walk inside and the door close behind you, your focus in the scene before you to notice the person your looking for is behind you hidden behind the door.

Without even making a sound he slowly approaches you from behind, his face hidden away, unable to determine what his current feeling.

"I'm bad at this..." You grumble as you still don't notice him.

"Are you mad? Where are you?" You called out.

"Yes, but do I have the right to be mad?" You heard someone says behind you.

"Mayoi--" you happily turn around and was about to hug him when he went to the side to dodge your attempt.

"MC..." You could hear his voice in the Verge of crying.

"...saying sorry for making you worry is not the way to fix this isn't it?" Realizing that mayoi isn't going to desire his words and worry to be taken as nothing anymore.

You stared at the cards in your hand, wondering what kind of action you'll do to give him a reassurance that such event wont happen again but that woukd be lying.

You plan to continue till Kana will wake up and already thinking how to be in such position again to gain access to the past. Even it means hidding things to the people who entered your life and cared for you like a family would.

You been hidding many things from him for a while now, keeping your problem to yourself again when you can openly says those when it's just the two of you. Because you only have one another.

"yes it could fix it... As I'm just someone who you won't listen too. You treat me as someone special and important yet you would not hear me out when I'm worried about you... "His left hand grip his right arm, shoulder shaking as he lower his face to not be seen for any expression his emotion is under going on such moment.

"*Hic... Sorry maybe I have no such status in your life. I could only listen to you... Do you hate me now that I'm not a doll who could easily be discarded --" you saw tears fall down, wetting the rag in the process through you can never see his eyes full of grief.

you felt sadness, grief, hopelessness and pain as well guilt. Somehow those emotion don't felt like yours. "Mayoi--..."you reach out to him.

Wanting to say something and hug his pain away "NO! I--.. N-nO... I-if y-you...t-touch m-me and s-say warm yet heartless words y-you... M-make me unable to d-do anything.... *Hic... *Sob... Am I useless... To be lean on your p-problem now...?" He fallen to his knees as tears continue to fall, pouring like raindrops and emotions that made you suffocate like drowning in a lake of hopelessness and grief.

Lake that once a beautiful garden of happiness and warmth slowly flooded by the rain of negativity that very moment you stopped connecting to him, through sometimes the lake would become happy place again when you only have him in your eyes, through it's just illusion he keep the voices in his mind that start to speak when he become human. Because you have many people with you now.

'ah... How ugly for someone like me to wish for old times...' he thought now true to himself. He does wish to meet his friends, you having warm big family that would share laughters, care for one another and love that you never fully experienced as a young unfortunate child, that only have him in your life.

"... Humans are selfish people. We live for our own selfishness. Even if we said we wish for other people sake of happiness, in the end of day we only did such thing because that's what make us happy." You don't try to approach him anymore. You look around the room, to the window and to the walls. "I'm. Human and I'm selfish. I would continue to do something stupid again because seeing kana wake up would make me happy... Even it mean your going to be mad at me, hate me and whatnot... I don't want you too. But I did it to myself if you did so one day..."

" Because the moment you become human like me. You'll realize the very moment we meet I'm very selfish and only cared for people who give me value in life and never myself at least I care enough to be happy in small moments." You thought about it, many things you did are very stupid, even if you think of the consequences five steps ahead of the others.

You would hit and harm your classmates for bullying mayoi way before he show his conscious state. A simple odd looking toy in the eyes of others is more important than their judgement or their life.

Even it mean being thrown out to another place, unable to start a firm root in one place yet when others says bad words about you. You play deaf.

"...*hic..." You heard him whimpering. "I'm actually happy you have become human. Because you can be free to do what you want, you can be a beautiful star with your brilliant comrades. And maybe forget about me."

"you ask me to not abandoned you or to leave you. Which I'll do because I'm happy as long your happy... But such promise doesn't include that I cannot make you abandoned me. Ah .. that felt terrible to say!" You giggle. "Especially from me who hate being thrown away! Humans are hypocrite! I'm hypocrite! Because I am complicated human being~" you turn to look at him and seat in front of him. You don't know how crazy you sound like or look like in his eyes. But it doesn't matter, as emotions you keep inside pour out like leaking faucet.

"So I would continue to do something you'll be mad about through not because I want you to hate me ... Not yet at least. Because it make happy to see kana my second reason to continue living to wake up. And to experience people worry about my will being. I'm a greedy person. I never experienced such emotions from other people.

"Ah .. people from that place would laugh at me...! Because they wish for a human that won't feel such flows to only be bland and normal yet perfect in every way as possible-- a perfect human without flows. But sadly I am human. And human have flows... " You felt your throat dry from speaking too much. "Mayoi being mad is so cute... ~ 💕" You added after observing him.

"... Since I am like you... A human. Won't you entertained me for my selfishness?" His tears have long dried up. He look at you with no hate or loath.

His gaze with only you in his beautiful blue eyes leads you to question if your words are good or not. Or your awaken something bad on him... Or maybe you just triggered something that once in a dormant state to be awaken.

But seeing him smile as he awaits your reply.

You can never judge him at all. Because mayoi is mayoi. Whatever the world's says about him, rude or bad, they could only get a middle finger and iron fist from you if those words become physical pain.

"if you wish for me to stop. I won't. But if it don't include that. I won't mind." You smile, not because of hypocrisy or that you felt insanity like how you speak those words earlier about what you felt you are as a human being but because speaking to mayoi about what you felt heavy burden inside made you, realize you felt relief after long time like old times.

"MC won't be happy if I said that won't you?" He smiled. "I won't ask for such thing that would make you sad. Even so it made me grief and worry..." He slowly lean his head against you and arms securing you in his captivity.

'Oh how he wish to keep you for himself!' he thought as the voices in his head seems to calm down when he felt your warmth.

"I will Help you... If you need to gain access to the past again... That's what you been doing right...?" You froze before you chuckle as you circle your arms around him and give him a tight hug.

"Yes, that's what I been doing..." You mumble. "But how would you help me~? Can you land a punch...?" You jested.

"my body might be human but I will never stopped being the phantom." He you felt his voice right beside your ears, it made you felt chill which made you giggle. Red tint in your face hidding it from his view as you burry your face in the crock of his neck and shoulder blade.

"Sorry I never understand what phantom thing is..." You felt hopeless, as you never understand why other seems to fear Mayoi or baseless rumors that surrounded him since long ago.

"It's ok... It's better you'll don't understand. I fear you'll fear me--"

"I won't even if others calls you monster or bad omen or bad person. Mayoi is mayoi. My precious mayoi."

"ah... MC... Those voices in my head suddenly come back again, if you say sweet nothing. " You felt his hold on you tighten.

"I don't know if I can stop myself to do what they say..." He let out a low chuckle that held a threat yet it felt tickle against your skin.

"What do they say, mayoi?' you ask.

"...to bind you to a contract and lock you away~ away from everyone who could steal you... Ah... MC my thought are disgusting aren't they?" he giggle.

"It's fine. It's because your human like me. Being human is complicated isn't it?" You hummed. "Hmm.. contract... I heard of it from Aoi twins. If the voices of your head wish for me to be under one to reassure you. I won't mind. " Your a selfish human being, even if such words supposed to be a red flag. You don't mind, you don't mind granting his selfish wish. Because mayoi would be happy and it makes you happy as long it don't go against your plan with kana's current situation.

"... R-really? You'll do that without even knowing the pros and cons? Ahh~ MC! My sole grace in this world... You don't know how that make the voices in my head happy, how it makes me happy...!!! Because if your in a contract with me. You'll be fully mine... all of you..." His smile adoringly at you, his eyes show twisted sense of obsession and love, his face that have red warm blush across his face, warm like his feeling right now, the moment you said such words it gives him so much happiness, the voices in his head is beaming with joy with him. Yet it become tearful, hopelessness of sadness as he realize how ugly he might be in your eyes.

" *Hic... M-my thought surging with my emotions makes me felt I'm the lowest of the low but I don't care... You a-also...w-won't care, right??" He leans away, eyes spinning with spiral of beyond the boundary of what's right, gaze upon you.

Cherishing hold your cheeks in between his palms, with close distance between the two of you.

You can felt his breath and felt his heartbeat against your chest. The surging emotions pour down like rain in a drought desert.

"hmm.. as long mayoi is happy..." You nodded.

"Ah~ I love you so much~ it's sickening! N-not you! But me!" He says with corrupted mind. You suddenly felt something weird as if you felt thread slowly tying into you, yet you see nothing particularly wrong with you.

"...I love mayoi too <3 " you said with full of honest.

"I know... I am human because of your love." Your hugged by him. He smiled against you. He felt so happy at the memories, with the warmth that you'll only give him and only him.

"A sicko, like me is the one who gain such happiness and great fortune to be able to meet you before others did... I won't let you go.. I cannot...! I'm sorry I cannot abandoned or hate you... Ah... MC... " He pause, he lean away again to look at you in your (color) eyes. His gaze at you like your above what Mades him be in this world, blue star or his dollmaker, or god...! "Your imperfections is nothing but perfect in my eyes. Your my angel, my beloved human... I will die if you die. I will be sick if your sick. I will share your pain and your happiness." You wonder what he meant as you felt his telling a secret he hides from you.

"You cannot escape me... "Mayoi words felt like a curse. He lead his head against your chest, kiss the place above your beating heart since your wearing a type of cloths that have could easily unbutton his lips glaze against your chest, you felt slight burning sensation as invisible thread tying a knot to lock you in place. Yet you saw nothing with your naked eyes. You just saw Mayoi happily looking at you.

"If you did... I am a human... I won't be question if I listen to the voices of my head for the things I'll do if you did... " He giggle, which reminded you that if you regret anything later, it's all on you as you will let him be selfish. "What's that?"

"ahaha... I will not tell unless you did such horrible thing that would cause you to endangered your life... Our life."

"...ah. "somehow things start to click in place. The text of his and the twins words that felt weird as it's like they experience what you experience. "Did you..." You sigh hopelessly. You have heard of darling dolls who can wish for anything even it's beyond sane, once in their life.

"that's right! My MC shouldn't be reckless, unless you wish to drag two innocent darling dolls and my life to the grave with you~ <3"

You realize your particularly being threatened by mayoi yet you realize and thought in your head; Thats fuck up like really bad. But that's kinda hot. Maybe red is my color. :^)

Your deranged, both of you are. But it's fine. Your aren't one that would listen to society normalize protocol for sanes humans.

A/N: if you read MDD AU MINI CORNER DEAR SLEEPING BEAUTY. Your awaken before CH3 starts. You been asleep for 1week and haft in present time btw. Hopefully I don't over did it with the background and way of thoughts of MC--you. I just thought humans are complicated (like me and people around me) so I just did that.

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#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #himeru #rinne amagi #mayoi ayase #mayoi Ayase x reader #Ayase mayoi x reader #my Darling Dolls AU #my Darling Doll AU #mayoi x reader #yandere mayoi ayase x reader #enstar x you #ensemble stars x you #yandere mayoi ayase #obsessive thoughts #obsessive Mayoi Ayase

[redroom-rainbowguts]

✂️📍🗝️ For Grey and White uwu

✂️- how do you feel about dismemberment?

Grey: "It honestly kind of freaks me out, so I try not to think about it. To lose a limb, or several!? I'm glad I've never been in a situation that required it. I'd never do that to someone, if that's what you want to know, I think it's cruel."

White: "It's a love hate relationship, since the idea of it squicks me out the same way as Grey, but by the same token it is incredibly fascinating to study. Phantom limb syndrome, the fact that after you lose a limb you might still be able to feel it? It's something I do to others not out of malice, but out of curiosity. I wonder if you can trick the body into feeling a limb it never had..."

📍-how do you feel about impalement?

Grey: "Not something I care for. It's messy and barbaric."

White: "Depends on what's doing the impalement. I will admit it's exciting seeing a gaping hole left in place of whatever went through the soft flesh. Big enough hole and you can see someone's inner anatomy without an x ray or MRI machine! Shame impaling in areas where I really want to look at are in spots much more likely to result in the recipient's quick death."

🗝- what’s something about your interest that you’ve never told anyone before?

Grey: "Did you know that when we fall asleep our heads actually flood with a cerebrospinal fluid that helps flush out neurotoxic waste from the brain! While we think we're resting, our bodies are actually working hard to recover and clear away unnecessary gunk, and in the brain that could be both literal toxins as well as old or unnecessary memories! One of the toxins it clears away is actually responsible (or at least plays a huge part) in causing Alzheimer's in the elderly."

White: "There are some people whose bodies really don't like losing blood, so if they're trying to donate blood, the vein could just... decide to collapse itself to ensure no more blood gets through it. Alternatively there are some people whose blood really really wants to get out (unrelated to being too thin or having a bleeding disorder) so when they donate, they don't even have to squeeze the stress ball to keep the blood flow steady. Actually if they do, they'd probably donate dangerously quickly and have to fight off passing out haha."

#White's fact was actually discovered via my sister and me lmao #she's been kicked out of so many blood donations because her vein would collapse and/or run out of blood #meanwhile I'm doing blood letting sessions because mine is Too Thicc #and i have to pop candy every thirty seconds or so Or Else. #ask #grey.musing #thank uuu for the ask!

[refriedrambles]

I gotta an idea for what happened between to Purple to make him cut everyone off for a while. Like not what actually Red was trying to do here, but definitely the results. And I think he's legitimately lucky Zim covered for him.

Like if he didn't still hold some lingering attachments to Skoodge and didn't know that he'd be out right hated for it, he would have killed Zim right there. And maybe he did make an attempted, or two, in a fit of rage. Nothing much more then quickly trying to shoot him or impale him, but quickly regaining a hold on himself

I'm just imagining Purple got selected for invader training before everyone else (aside from Zee cause she just had fantastic luck). And whatever happened ended up straight up destroying part of his PAK, luckily while he was on empire soil very near help. So he was forced into a shitload of surgery/maintenance/troubleshooting and testing, where his dream of being an invader and if he even continue being an elite was brought into question. While this is all happened he's aggressive learning everything he can about PAKs, signs up for Technician classes, even though he can't be encoded with anything until he's in the clear. He's just relying on the lectures, simulations, and harassing the Techs about what they know. Missing all that info he should be able to look up with a thought. Prying everything he can from those around him.

If Purple had proof it wasn't, in fact, really an accident and was cause by Red, the dude he was fucking, Red would be dead. Or at the very least not have been in one piece at the end of it. The unbridled rage and betrayal from Purple would be ungodly. It kinda was already, but no one important died. Maybe there was some collateral during the actual event. Maybe not.

Purple's lucky he's so tall. He's lucky he was an on duty elite when it happened. And he's lucky he had some sort of savings and that the group (including Zee, Red would have begged her since she probably wouldn't have been to fazed by Purple being thrown to the wolves) pooling their funds for his repairs. Or he would have been fucked unable to get them and just sorta expected to figure shit out on his own while being stripped of his position.

Eventually things worked out. Eventually he jumped through all the hoops to keep his encoding as elite. To get some of the more advanced PAK maintenance encoding, but barred from being both a Tech and an elite at the same time. And eventually he began to let Red back in with some reluctance.

But things don't go back to normal. They're friends again, but Purple's still dealing with what happened and his lingering suspicion. Red's dealing with his intense feelings of abandonment and what guilt and shame he has all of which he's holding close to his chest. Likely less then what the situation calls for but still. Neither are looking to rekindle things initially.

Purple had begun to accept what happened happened around when the thing with Spork happened. And then he switches fully to something needs to be done about Zim. (Gonna need to really make Purple desperate in Producers to reach out for Zim's help. Definitely keep the unintentional ping, possibly a confirmation ping too.) But he feels good enough about things to start thinking about rekindling things with Red. Between everything the actual conversation get continuously pushed back. Once Purple begins to find good times to bring it up, Red deflects causally enough at first that Purple isn't quite sure that's what he's doing it on purpose.

#refriedramblings #self notes

[indaysinaya]

Chapter 15- Chaos At The Festival

AMILYN

Just my luck. My first official day as a pinili and we’re…wait, what IS happening?

All I know is that something is falling, said something hurts, and we’re running for makers know where from makers know what. Honestly, I’m just trailing after Mary (or the blur of light brown hair I assume to be Mary), hoping I don’t get crushed to death, stomped on, run over, or otherwise impaled as we go.

I take one glance at the sky. It’s still clear, now light blue with specs of white here and there. I don’t see any planes that could drop nukes at us, or spaceships that could abduct us. Aside from some of the falling things here and there, there’s no sign of trouble. So back to my original question. WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON?

Mary and I run as fast as our feet could take us. We’re not too far from the river, but there’s no hope of being rescued there. I see no form of shelter nearby. I’m not really sure where exactly we’re running to, but right now being mobile seems like a better idea than sitting ducks and waiting for unknown projectiles to hit us.

The chaos started a good thirty minutes after we arrived, so there’s already a decent number of pinili on the surface when it all began. Everyone is running in all directions, seeking shelter from the attack.

“Agaaaay! Ay yawa kaw!” I hear Mary scream as she run.

I can only assume she was hit.

I, as well, apparently make for good target for the falling projectiles. As I run, I feel smaller stone-like things graze me, and some larger ones hitting me where it hurts the most. Still, I keep running. In my mind, I know for sure staying still will only make things worse.

Then of course, shit does gets worse.

My foot hits a protruding rock, causing me to stumble and lose my balance. I fall to the ground face first, kissing the brown earth as I go.

I immediately try to get back up, struggling on my feet, only to fall back down as pain shoots up from my ankles. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, of all well-timed cliches to choose from, I chose the one that would best suit my situation, getting a sprained ankle while on the run from unknown projectiles.

“Amilyn!” I hear Mary scream.

She’s noticed my predicament and is now running back toward me.

“Ahh!” I scream out as a decent-sized one hits my back, right where the spine is.

I arch back in pain, swallowing another yelp.

Mary runs toward me, reaching my side in a matter of seconds.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Can you still run?” she asks as she helps me get up.

“Ouch!” another one falls right on top of my head.

But I don’t think Mary is in a much better situation. There’s a big cash across her forehead, bleeding and almost covering her left eye.

“You should go. It won’t do good for the both of us to stay here,” I say, trying to sound brave while hiding the shaking in my voice.

My ankle hurts like crazy, my spine just took a hit, and I’m sore all over. But like I said, one victim is better than two victims.

“No way! We’re both getting out of here. Now get up so we can walk. I don’t think this storm is gonna wait for us to recover,” Mary determinedly replies, grabbing me by the waist.

Honestly, I don’t even need to be told twice. I struggle to to feet, careful not to put too much weight on my bad ankle.

All around us, people are still running, screaming in various languages, panicking in all fronts.

“Let’s go. Just one step at a time. That’s it,” Mary encourages as we engage in the most awkward three-legged race of all time.

More and more of the stones hit us, causing a chorus of grimaces and ouches. Mary must be having a hard time taking on most of my weight, but she doesn’t complain. Onward we go, despite being battered by the falling stones on every front.

Then we hear it. A gut-wrenching scream piercing the air. It’s that kind of scream, you know, the one filled with horror, the one filled with fear, the one anyone would recognize as a scream of desperation.

It doesn’t take too long for me to find the source of the scream. Not too far from us, a woman is lying on the ground, her entire body covered in blood. Another girl is sitting beside her, desperately trying to patch up her open would. But it’s no use.

Even from here I can see the gravity of the situation. The victim is heaving, obviously laboring with every breath she takes. There’s an open wound on her throat, which is gushing out blood. I can see her try to breath, but all she can manage to do is cough up more blood. She;s visibly trembling, choking. Beside her is a white boulder the size of a human head, with streaks of blood on it.

Mary and I freeze on the spot, trying to digest the scene before us.

She’s dying, I realize as I look, horror aptly striking me right in the face. She’ll run out of blood, or she’ll lose the ability to breath, or she’ll drown in her own blood. Whatever the cause may be, one thing is profoundly obvious to all of us. She’s dying.

All around us, ice, yes, I now realize that it’s ice that’s falling from the sky, ice of all sizes and shapes are still falling. But it doesn’t matter, at least, not to us onlookers. What matters now is the woman whose neck is bleeding out.

That’s when the heavens open and light floods the field.

#bagani #mythology #story #novelseries #adventure #comedy #gods #hero #teenhero #journey #warrior #philippines #fiction #mystery #superpowers #fantasy

[savebats-statetalia]

Fic I made: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40099080

"1912 inventions and their effects on immortality"

Statetalia Alaska fic I made for Scratch Writing Camp.

Read either under the cut below or in the link above.

In Cabin Daily: “Put your OC in a life or death situation. What happens? Write 300 words about it ^^ (proof needed)”

Disclaimer: I don’t know anything about being a pilot, and I have never been in a glider (let alone one that lands on water!) I just binge watched 74Gear (on YT) okay???

Words: 1,111

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Alaska grit his teeth as his plane’s small engine stuttered. “No no, not now!” he hissed, watching as the ground below him dropped even farther away as the mountain dropped away. One of the tips of his glider’s wings had somehow clipped itself, and though he was incredibly lucky that he wasn’t already spiraling down to his death right now, a failing engine was no way to fix that problem. (In fact, it seemed to be a bit of an addition to the problem.)

Behind him, he could faintly hear his two passengers screaming as the plane dropped a few feet and attempted to roll to the side. (He had to wrestle his controls just to keep the wings level.) He couldn’t even try to comfort them, he thought, his hair curl drooping pathetically as he realized what a bad situation he had gotten himself into. He had to keep the plane flying, and comforting those on board was not a part of that job when the situations were this dire.

But, then again, if they did crash, he himself would most likely be fine. (He was immortal after all, and even if his heart stopped beating for a little bit, he would regain consciousness eventually. …though the wilderness that was not his birth home could be a bit of a problem.) It was the humans that really had to worry. (So maybe they deserved a bit of comforting.)

He shook his head slightly, the thoughts shaking away with the movement. What use would comfort do if they fell out of the sky first? He had to work on his priorities.

“Sorry!” he called back, refusing to take his eyes off the sky ahead of them for even a second, “We’re probably gonna have a rough landiNG-” his last words rose in volume as the engine jerked to a halt and the plane listed to the right.

The people screamed again, and he had to use all of his strength not to join them as he fought to bring them back on course. ‘I can glide, I can glide,’ he repeated to himself, his mind racing through all his years of training so fast that even a college student before an exam would have been impressed. He thought and thought, trying to find anything that would be able to help him remedy this specific situation. (Though it was a struggle, as most of his thoughts sounded a lot more like curse words, and all his focus was on keeping the humans in the back of the plane safe.)

The treeline was getting closer, and though they were still decently far away from it, he could see that there was only one clear landing spot that he thought he could get to. It was far-ish away, but he knew it was the only option. (Unless he wanted to end up impaled on a sweet smelling pine tree.) This possible savior came in the form of a vast expanse of blue somewhere off to his left, and though it was clearly darkening in the sunset, he could definitely see it was clear of boats. (This was, of course, only viable because his glider was equipped with water landing gear. He was gonna have to thank himself for that later.)

He turned the plane towards the water, and cringed as he felt it shudder and shake as the broken wing fought to stay together against the wind. His heart dropped into his stomach. He wasn’t a very religious man (that happened if you had died multiple times in the past and had no memory of a confrontation with anything remotely ‘spiritual’), but he was still somehow glad for the quiet prayers that drifted up from the passengers behind him. …though he might later take them as an insult.

The fought the wind harder, panic striking his heart and forcing his haircurl flat against his back as he saw a bolt fly off the shuddering wing. ‘How did this get past maintenance??!’ he thought, (somewhat hysterically), as the blue of the lake ahead finally made it into his front window.

But right when he thought the wing was about to snap off, he managed to force the plane on track (and a sudden and aggressive spluttering from the newly awakened engine nearly made him reevaluate his relationship with religion). He could almost smell the relief in the sigh from the humans behind him, and he had to struggle not to let his haircurl perk up in pride. (The same way a self righteous puffin might puff out their chest.)

Though the engine was now on, the flight was still quite shaky (the engine was still sputtering and spitting, and the wing was quite obviously broken), so he decided that it was best to go for the close water landing rather than turning back to the lake that they had taken off from. 

Still not turning back to look at them, Alaska relayed this decision to the humans in the back, and he was further encouraged when they sounded relieved rather than upset. (But maybe that was partially because of the clearly visible lake houses on the edge of the water, their lights shining like a beacon specifically for letting them know that they wouldn’t be stranded here.) 

He went into a slow descent, glad to finally feel in control of the machine again as they lost air with purpose. He felt himself relax slightly as the water sped up to meet him, slowing again as he lifted the wings to glide them down. And… there it was. The comforting swsssh of his glider against the water. They slowed and slowed until they reached a stop (somewhat nearer to the shore than he had intended.). 

He collapsed back into his seat and let out a breath that he had been semi aware of holding. Finally he was ready to let go of the controls as his plane floated silently in the rippling waves. Behind him however, the humans were a bit more enthusiastic. One of them began to cheer, while the other started crying. (He hoped it was more of a happy cry than one upset at his messy landing.)

Through the front window of the plane, he watched as someone ran out of the closest house. He couldn’t see their face, but based on the way they paused for a second before running down the stairs to their docked motorboat, he could guess that he was either about to get robbed or they were about to be rescued. 

He slid down farther in his seat, he hoped he had the money to buy another glider.

#my art #my writing #statetalia #statetalia alaska #hws alaska #hws ocs #fanfic

[primofate]

Genshin Shortfic: Death and Regrets Pt.3

Notes: Believe it or not, this was commissioned (Basically the reason why I got it out earlier XD)! If you’re interested in commissions, message me! Ideally on the chat and not the ask box haha :D 

Warnings: crying, DEATH (you die), mentions of torture. GRAPHIC WOUNDS AND INJURIES. NO FLUFF/COMFORT. DOES NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL LORE. Some of these hit really hard because it’s double the regrets (As in the character contributes more to the fact that you died)

Characters: Thoma, Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli x gn!reader

Other Versions: (Kazuha and Childe)  (Scaramouche and Kaeya)  (Itto, Gorou, Albedo)

Thoma

This man loves you to the moon and back. Seeing him be nasty towards you is rare, even on his bad days.

But things aren’t going well with the Vision Hunt Decree, the Resistance’s army is failing and there are also rumors abound that in a few days, Thoma’s vision is going to be seized. 

“I need some fresh air, I’ll be back in a bit,” it was him who excuses himself out of the house you understood. Sometimes he just needed to take a walk around.

You were surprised when only a few minutes later he had come back, the front door opening. You turned to greet him with a smile only to be met face to face by two soldiers. They’d kicked the door down, it wasn’t much of a task.

“We’re here to take Thoma, retainer of the Kamisato Clan,” and in your mind you know that they’re here for his vision, although they are earlier than expected. You know that they want to take him. You offered the only thing you thought you could offer, “If I give you my vision, will you spare his?”

It was just your vision. You thought. You’d live without it and you had faith that the decree would be over soon, under the Resistance’s perseverance. How were you to know that the soldiers knew you were part of the Resistance? How were you to know that these particular soldiers were not merciful? 

You fought back against their questions. About who was behind the Resistance, where the heart of the Resistance was, who was in collusion with them. You didn’t think they’d backhand you, flinging you to the floor while you feel your cheek bruising. 

Before you could use your vision, they’d stripped it away from you forcefully. Before you could cry for help, they’d impaled you with their spear. 

They left with your vision and your life. 

“Y/N?” Thoma calls out as he returns from his walk. His mind is clear and he’s brought home some sweets from the street vendors in town. He leaves his shoes at the door, taking his time as the plastic bag rustles next to his sitting position. 

“I got something for you!” There’s a small smile playing on his lips. He clearly left in a bad mood and he knew that you would know. He didn’t mean to make you worry, so as he stood and rounded the corner of the hallway and suddenly felt something amiss, his smile dropped. 

“Y/N?” You would’ve come to greet him by now. By the time he’d taken off his shoes, you’d have wrapped your arms around him and kissed him at the front door. 

He slides the door to the bedroom open. The sight of you with a spear stabbed in your abdomen causes goosebumps to crawl all over his body. The plastic bag in his hand drops to the floor as he tries to make sense of the situation. “No...” His eyes darts all around the room, trying to look for some sort of clue, some sort of help and yet he’s rooted to the spot. His eyes land on your waist.

Your vision is gone.

“No... No, this is--” not real, he’d like to say. But there you were. Unmoving. Blood pooling under you. Pale. 

If he was home sooner could he have helped you?

“No, I can still--” he scrambles towards you, his pants staining red at all the blood on the floor. “Y/N!” he pats your cheek twice, recognizes that you’re cold and with a shaky breath checks your neck for a pulse. And all at once the world is spinning around him as he lets out a frustrated wail that alerts the neighbors something has gone wrong.

It was loud and deafening. Like he’d been the one stabbed. Like someone was driving a knife into his chest and twisting it around. He bangs his fists on the floor with tears running down his cheeks. “No! NO! NO! I can’t--” his nails are digging into his own closed up palm. 

It was supposed to be me!

It’s hard to breathe. He feels as if his heart isn’t pumping. There’s an ache in his chest as he grips his shirt while whimpering. “...Y/N help me,” Because you were always there to help. Because you were always there to smile at him and say it was going to be alright. That he was doing his best and you were proud of him. He lifts his head up to look at your lifeless face. “I can’t live like this, please,” 

How does one continue when their other half is torn away from them?

“Y/N!!!” Pathetic. He thinks. You were the one who needed help, and yet, in this exact moment, he knew that no one else could save him except you.

“I don’t want my vision! Please, please just give Y/N back!!”

Xiao

Has a temper and everyone knows it.

Will go through periods where you sometimes can’t find him, or he just doesn’t speak to you. But you never take it personally. Sometimes Xiao just doesn’t know the right words to say and chooses to keep quiet instead. You know that he still loves you anyway, because he always apologizes after those weird episodes and hugs you in private. 

On particularly bad days, he won’t be able to stay silent and will snap from time to time. 

“Silence!” His gaze is piercing. Like he’s accusing you of something. “I told you I don’t need all these human things!” 

He’s somewhat always had walls around him. Perhaps he was afraid that indulging too much in “human things” would make him attached to it. He had his duty as a yaksha, and he didn’t want to be distracted from it.

So you took your gift away that day and decided to give him some space.

He’s decided to stray away from the Wangshu Inn today. He’s atop a cliff, sat above it and looking over Liyue Harbor. Just letting the sight calm him and the sounds soothe his angry disposition. 

A soft breeze whirls by, it was gentle and quick. One would hardly recognize that it had even passed by, but Xiao does. And he hears a faint voice along with it.

“Xi--”

His brows furrow as he frowns. It wasn’t enough to hear. He didn’t know who or what it was he was hearing. It was there and gone like a snap. But he alerts himself to any other sounds and a minute later, it comes around to him a lot clearer, yet weak. 

“Xiao,”

It’s you. He had never mistaken your voice before and you never call to him just for a mundane reason. So, with a swirl of black smoke he’s taken to where you are. 

Dying.

Xiao is possibly one of the few whose reflexes are near perfect. When he sees you on your side, bleeding out from a hole in your chest, retching blood, it frightens him. He scoops you in his arms, about to disappear into the black smoke again when you grip on his shirt, blood running down the side of your mouth.

“Xiao, I won’t make it,” it’s a miracle that you’re even talking.

“Cloud Retainer can help you,”

Your shaky hand presents to him the earlier gift you had taken away. It was a small box, fitting in your palm. “Will you--” you cough again, tasting the iron in your mouth. “--accept it now?”

“No, Y/N. Give it later. Who did this to you? Tell m--”

But as he stands, your arm flops off to the side, the box lands on the ground. Xiao looks at you, “Y/N?” Another breeze passes by. This time, enough to ruffle his hair. Your face looked so peaceful, and yet there’s a raging storm inside him.

Sure, he had a temper sometimes. He did not know how to express himself in certain situations. But none other than you had managed to understand him. Managed to reach him through his highest walls. 

There aren’t any tears, but it’s hard to even feel anything. He drops on his knees to partly lay you on the ground, your head still propped in his arm. He leans over to grab the box that you attempted to gift him.

His hand is tight around it.

His hand is shaking.

“I-I got it, Y/N,” He uses his thumb to flip the top of the tiny box away. It seemed to be some type of wooden charm. “--and I’ll take care of it-- S-So--”

He abruptly shuts his mouth. Because when Xiao doesn’t know what to say he chooses to keep quiet. Because if his lips tremble he’s afraid he won’t be able to hold back the hurt pouring out from him. Silently, he bows his head and hides it into the crook of your neck. Had you been awake you’d feel your shoulder dampen. You’d feel his body shake. 

I just want to hear your voice again.

Diluc

Mostly a gentleman. Just rough around the edges.

He sees you as his treasure. Someone that he’s thankful for every single day of his life. 

You’re literally the colour in his grey life. The laughter in his quiet study. The love in his once empty heart.

Still, everyone has bad days. 

On his bad days, it starts out subtle, but you know by the way his forehead creases that he’s in a bad mood. 

“Is it particularly bad today?” You ask when you realize he’s been quiet this whole time in his study. You take that as a yes.

“In that case I’ll just leave these snacks here and you can eat them wheneve--”

“Please, Y/N,” His voice is calm, but there’s a snappy undertone to it. “I’d just like some peace and quiet,” 

You went out with a basket that day, thinking that you only had to do a little shopping out in town.

It was late.

It was well past into the night when he went to town to try to look for you.

“Have you seen this person?” At first he thought you’d just lost track of time. “Oh yea, they got some flour from me today,” the shops were closing up. Diluc was more frustrated than worried. Perhaps he was overthinking. You might be back at the mansion by now. Perhaps the two of you had just narrowly missed each other while he was on his way to Mondstadt.

So he walks back to the winery.

The walk is much too quiet, even for a night like this. There was a deep, foreboding feeling at the pit of his stomach and the longer he walks the more his anxiousness surfaces.

What if you weren’t home? Where would he start looking? Mondstadt itself was massive. Wait, did you leave on purpose? 

He shook his head at the thought. Buying flour meant that you had plans to come back home, so he held on to that and he trusted you, despite his small mood this morning. He knew that wouldn’t be enough to deter you. You understood him so well that he didn’t think he could find anyone else--

He stops in his tracks as he passes by a small pond.  At the edge of his eye he sees that something is ashore and laying there. When he turns his head and sees your familiar tuft of hair, face down on the ground, he isn’t sure how to respond. 

The several arrows on your back was not helpful. The charred skin was sickening. If Diluc had been in his right mind, he’d know that you were shot at by fire arrows. And you, in a desperate attempt to put out the fire on your back, flees towards the pond. But to no avail. 

He silently kneels down next to you and shakily yet gently tilts your head towards his direction. He had to make sure it was you. 

Here was his peace and quiet. 

“I-I didn’t mean--” his face grimaces in horror at the realization of what he’d said this morning. “--s’not what I meant,” his voice is trembling. He double checks again, your breathing, your pulse.

All gone.

He can’t breathe.

His breath comes out as quick gasps, unable to catch up with the writhing pain inside him. Slowly, he feels the colour drain from his life. The love emptying out from his heart. “This is a mis--” gasp “mistake,” His eyes are starting to blur with tears, but he refuses to look away from the face that he loved most. 

“Why was I not here? WHY WAS I NOT HERE?!” His fists unconsciously pulls at the grass underneath him. His voice is scratchy as he shouts with the lump in his throat. Then his head drops down as the tears finally cascade from his eyes. “Not like this,” His hand reaches out to grip at your hand. 

What a joke. Protector of Mondstadt, they say.

“Not you Y/N. Not you too,” and he knows that the laughter in his study will be gone. “Don’t leave me, please,” He knows that the mansion will go back to its dreary and gray existence. 

He knows and yet it was so hard to accept. He howls at the sky. 

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST TAKE ME TOO?!”

Zhongli

Have you seen him when someone breaks a contract? When he’s having a bad day, he might be as angry as that. Although it’s quite rare. 

Zhongli has the composure of 6,000 years. It’s hard to see him flip or lose his cool.

Again, he is one of those people who excuses himself out of the situation rather than having the other person leave. 

“Y/N, dear, I’ll be back by dinner,”

He’d been looking into the influx of Fatui in Liyue recently. Perhaps he had reached a dead end. 

“Where’s he?” one of the agents approach you while you inspect a tomato. You look up at the man, confused. “Who?” You whisper out. The stall owner looks up cautiously. “Rex Lapis,” You put the tomato back calmly. “Rex Lapis is long gone,” and start walking away, only to be followed by several other agents, and you know that they’re there. That’s the reason why you lead them away from the city instead. As powerless as you are, you at least knew that you had to protect Liyue’s people, and these agents looked as if they were ready to wreak havoc. 

“Don’t be a fool, we’ve been watching him,” 

“...And what did you find out?” Your calmness must have been something that you learned from Zhongli. Because even with a group of 10 agents around, vanguards and legionnaires included, you don’t feel much of fear. 

One of them points at you with a grin. “That you’re important to him,” 

It’d been planned to only be a kidnapping. No one knows how Zhongli would come to find you, handprints around your bruising neck, lifeless. Maybe you’d pissed off the Fatui. Maybe you’d fought back. 

Zhongli has never been partial to any group of people. Adepti. Fatui. Archon. Demon. All are equal in his eyes. And yet, when he sees you, he can’t help but feel his hatred for the Fatui run hard in his veins. 

He picks you up wordlessly and cradles you close as he starts to walk.

I should have known. I should have been on guard.

He doesn’t feel the pain in his chest. Instead, he feels it everywhere. Like a weight had been thrown on him and it was dragging him down into the depths of darkness. Walking was like dragging stones with him.

Then, suddenly, in the middle of a clearing. He stops. He processes the fact that you’re gone. It dawns on him that tomorrow, he wouldn’t have you in his arms anymore. 

He pulls you in closer to him, and he leans down to kiss you on the ear. “Y/N,” a gentle whisper. “I’ll keep you in my heart, forever,” The lone tear he sheds disappears into your hair, but more flow out. As someone who has witnessed death and pain before, he’s taken aback that his tears continue. He’s surprised that he isn’t able to control them. 

That’s how much it hurt him. How could it not? When you’ve always been by his side all this time?

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” 

Sorry because he couldn’t save you. Sorry because he also couldn’t promise what he would do to those Fatui agents.

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That Was a Blast

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, Iron Man, Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 3766

TW: Whump, Blood, Impaled, Cauterization, Pain, Buried, Trapped

For the third time on this mission, you silently cursed Nick Fury and his crappy intel. What you had been told would be a quick and easy scouting expedition had quickly turned into an all-out fight for survival. The team had quickly been ambushed and everyone was forced to scatter to different areas of the building, leaving you currently on your own. And what’s worse was that the gauntlets which helped you regulate your powers had decided to take this moment to malfunction. As you dove behind an overturned table trying to avoid three HYDRA soldiers’ bullets, you watched as your gauntlets sparked once then went dark. Great. Just great.

“Concussion…. Concussion do you read me?”

You vaguely heard Steve calling for you on the comms but you are too focused on fixing your gauntlets to really pay any attention. It wasn’t until your entire team started screaming your name that you finally responded, “Sheesh. Can everybody just calm down? I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

“It only takes a second to acknowledge a hail.” Steve sounded annoyed but you could hear the relief in his voice as well.

“I’m sorry. My gauntlets were damaged. I’d rather not use my powers without them after what happened last time. And judging by my current situation, I have a feeling I’m going to need them.” A small bomb exploded a few feet from you, showering you with dirt and debris. “Sooner rather than later it seems.” Pulling out your gun, you laid down a round of suppressing fire as you charged out from behind the table. Making it to the next room, you slammed the door behind you. Wincing as you looked down to see a small trail of blood flowing from some shrapnel in your arm, you cursed Fury for the fourth time.

“Where are you?”

“Top floor, but beyond that I’m not quite sure. There are a bunch of computers and a big screen on the wall. A control room, maybe?”

“Are you safe?”

“At the moment. I don’t think those guys can get through the door. It seems pretty sturdy. I just need a few minutes to fix my gauntlets, then I can come meet you guys.” You hissed as you pulled a piece of shrapnel out of your shoulder then turned back to your broken gear. “Tony, you don’t have an extra power core do you? One of mine appears to be cracked.”

“Why would I have a power core for your device?” Tony asked.

“Because you know I always forget to bring extras and you love holding it over me?”

“That does sound like me, but no, I don’t. You should be able to reroute them enough to still allow for a few blasts. You’d have to use them sparingly, but it would be better than nothing.”

“Okay, I’ll give that a try.” After a few more minutes of tinkering, your gauntlet flickered to life. “Got it! Okay, what’s the plan?”

“Can you make your way to the first floor? We have almost everything we came for. By the time you make it down here, we should be good to go,” Steve said.

“Ay, ay, Captain.”

“I’m not that kind of captain.”

“Technically, it’s an honorary title so….”

“Just get down here.”

“Ay, ay Captain.” You chuckled to yourself as you duck back out into the hall. The coast seemed clear as it appeared the HYDRA soldiers from earlier had given up trying to get to you. However, this soon proved to be a faulty assumption as you rounded the next corner and saw them standing at the end of the hall, guns drawn.

You smirked as you lifted your hands and sent a wave of energy hurdling in their direction. Or at least, you tried to. As the concussive force you summoned traveled down your arms, the vibrations knocked something loose in your gauntlet causing them to once again black out just before they were needed. Without the gauntlets to direct your blast, the energy exploded from your fingers in all directions. You felt the entire building shake as you were thrown backwards, skidding limply down the hall.

As you struggled to remain conscious, you once again heard the comms roar to life as everyone tried to figure out what just happened. Weakly, you clicked on, “Guys, I think I screwed up.”

Steve’s voice was instantly in your ear. “What happened? Are you okay?”

You groaned as you struggled to sit up. The room was spinning and slightly out of focus. “Something went wrong with my gauntlets. They shut off right as I shot off a blast. Without them, it went wild in all directions.”

“Are you okay?” Steve repeated.

“I think so. I got thrown back quite a distance, but nothing seems to be broken. My head is killing me though.”

“Wait a second…. Concussion…. Did you just give yourself a concussion?” Tony and Sam both burst out laughing.

“Where do you think I got the name? It is one of the major side effects of being hit by my blasts. Remind me when we get back and I can demonstrate.”

Both men gave a speedy apology, but you still faintly heard them snickering to themselves. Rolling your eyes, you examined the rest of the hallway around you. “I think we have a bigger problem. Both the ceiling and the floor took some major structural damage. There are cracks all through this part of the building.”

“Which floor are you on?” Steve asked.

“Top. It seems somewhat stable at the moment, but I don’t think it will take much to send everything crashing down.”

There was silence on the other end of the comms. When Steve finally began speaking again, he was using his “Captain” voice. “Okay. Falcon, Tony, fly through the upper floors and make sure everyone is clear. If this place does start coming down, we want to minimize casualties. I’ll go find Concussion. Since she won’t be able to use her powers, she’s going to need back up. We can regroup down on the first floor then retreat back to the Quinjet.”

“Cap, I can still use my powers, I just won’t have as much control as I usually do without the gauntlets.”

“If you get into trouble, do what you have to do to get out of it. But if the building is already as unstable as you say, I don’t want to take any unnecessary risks. So just hold tight until I get there. I’m on my way.”

You pulled yourself over to the wall and leaned heavily against it. You hadn’t experienced a blow back from one of your blasts in the eight years since Tony had helped you build your gauntlets and you had forgotten how bad the aftereffects could be. You laid your head back and closed your eyes.

Soon, you heard footsteps rapidly approaching. Pulling out your gun, you pointed it towards the sound. However, you lowered it seconds later when Steve rounded the corner. He hurried over to where you were propped and examined you for injuries.

You swatted his hand away playfully. “I’m fine. I just forgot how bad these blasts can be. Can you just help me up?”

Steve just chuckled as he offered you his hand. You stumbled slightly as he helped you to your feet, but you were soon able to regain your bearings.

Once again raising your gun, you said, “Why don’t you go first, and I’ll cover your six.”

“Are you sure? It would probably be better if we stay next to each other.”

“I’m fine. And there are too many corridors and doorways around here. We need to spread out a little to get the best coverage.” Steve nodded but you could still see he was hesitant to leave your side. You rolled your eyes, “Geeze, how many times do I have to say it? I’M FINE!”

“Okay, okay. But if you start to feel weak or need a break, let me know.”

“Same goes for you, old man.”

Steve shook his head as he started down the hall, muttering under his breath, “Why do I even try?”

You allowed him to get a fair distance ahead of you, then followed after. You both had made it about halfway to the exit when, suddenly, four more HYDRA soldiers appeared out of one of the corridors to your right. Both you and Steve opened fire, easily taking them out. However, it appeared you weren’t quick enough as you both watched in horror as one of the soldiers dropped a grenade from one hand and the pin from the other. You knew that the roof and floor which were already creaking in distress wouldn’t sustain another blast. And with mere seconds before the grenade detonated, there was no way for either of you to run to the stable part of the building at the end of the hall. However…. there was still one way for Steve to reach safety.

As the two of you exchanged a look, Steve seemed to realize what you were planning. He took a step towards you, but before he could protest, you mouthed, “I’m sorry” and slammed your wrists together. A massive concussive blast hurled from your hands knocking into Steve just as the grenade exploded. He went flying backwards before slamming forcefully against the far wall. But that was the last you saw of him as the floor disappeared from beneath your feet. Between the grenade and your blast, the damaged building couldn’t maintain its integrity and the hallway collapsed, taking you with it.

You crashed into the floor below, landing hard on your back causing the wind to be instantly knocked out of you. However, you didn’t even get a second to catch your breath before the rest of the rubble rained down on top of you. You managed to throw your arms over your head in an attempt to provide some protection, but it did little good. Soon, what little air you had been able to get into your lungs was forced out once again as a large piece of the ceiling smashed into your chest, pinning you firmly to the floor. Even though you were now completely buried beneath the rubble, this one large piece was causing the most trouble. You tried desperately to move, to find a way to shift that piece off your ravenous lungs, but it was no use. You gasped frantically, urgently, trying to get some air but you soon felt yourself getting lightheaded, vision blackening around the edges.

Suddenly, you heard a distant voice calling your name. You tried to answer but your lungs were burning from lack of oxygen. The debris around you began to shift and after a few seconds, Steve’s face appeared in a gap in the wreckage. Spotting you, he began flinging huge chunks of metal and stone across the room, his enhanced super soldier strength allowing him to lift the pieces with ease. Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, the stone crushing down on your chest was removed. You gulped down lungful after lungful of air trying desperately to replenish your body’s supply. Through the blood pounding in your ears, you vaguely heard Steve speaking to you and you gave him a weak thumbs up as reassurance that you are okay.

However, now that you were able to focus on something other than your lack of oxygen, you were feeling the effects of your fall. Practically every inch of your body ached, your skin felt scraped raw, and you felt the crushing pressure from the debris that still covered your bottom half. But you were alive, which was honestly more than you had expected.

Steve ran his hand lightly over your head as he checked you for any major injuries. When he didn’t find any, he sat back to assess the situation, “Are you okay?”

You chuckled softly. “Better now that I can breathe. And don’t you ever get tired of asking me stuff like that?”

“Yes. Yes, I really do.” He stared at you intensely. “What were you thinking? Your blast might have been what caused the collapse. If you hadn’t used it to push me out of the way, the damage might not have been as bad.”

“Yeah, but if it had been, then you would have fallen too. And then who would have saved me from underneath all this stuff?” You cut him off as he tried to argue. “Listen, can you just finish moving this stuff off of me so we can get out of here? The team is probably wondering where we are.”

Steve grunted in annoyance but he began clearing the remaining debris that was covering you. But then as he moved one of the larger pieces, you heard him swear.

“Language!” you yelled jokingly. But when you saw Steve’s face, you grew worried. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Don’t move okay. Everything’s going to be alright. I just need to call some backup.”

“Steve, what’s going on?” He tried to stop you as you struggled to a sitting position, but you were able to maneuver enough to see what had caught his attention. You paled at the sight of the three-inch-thick piece of rebar that was jutting out of your thigh.

Steve grabbed your hand reassuringly as he spoke into the comms, “We need medical attention immediately to the eighth floor.”

“What happened?” Sam asked anxiously.

“The floor collapsed and Concussion fell. She landed on some of the debris. I was able to clear most of it off her, but she’s been impaled by a big piece of rebar. It’s stuck in her thigh, and there is a lot of blood.”

Tony clicked on immediately. “I’m on my way. Just hang tight, kiddo. You’re gonna be fine.”

You nodded but then realized no one but Steve could see you. “Okay. I’ll just wait here.” You laid back down as you tried to wrap your head around the situation.

Steve looked at you anxiously. “Didn’t you feel it?”

You shook your head. “I felt the pressure of the debris, but that area is just kind of…… numb.” You both exchanged a worried look, not quite sure what that meant for your condition.

Suddenly, Tony landed next to you. You could hear him muttering to F.R.I.D.A.Y. as he tried to assess the extent of your wounds. You couldn’t quite make out the words but based on the tone of his voice, you figured it probably wasn’t good news. Finally, he leaned down and retracted his faceplate, giving you a good look at his face. Yep, not good news.

“Okay, kid. So, good news first. F.R.I.D.A.Y. doesn’t register any broken bones or any major concerns besides the leg. Just some bruises, a possible concussion, and a few cracked ribs. Now the bad news is, F.R.I.D.A.Y. thinks that the rebar has nicked your femoral artery so if we try to lift you off, there is a good chance you could bleed out. Now, I can try to cut the other end of it off so we can move you with it still sticking in you, but there is still a good chance it will shift enough that it does more damage or slips out enough that you still bleed out.”

“Great. So, is there a third option?”

Tony hesitated. “Not really, no. Those blasts you set off compromised this entire section of the building. Whatever’s left of floors above us is pretty unstable and could collapse at any second. We need to clear the area ASAP.”

You nodded. “Fine. Then we go with option one. You yank me off and see what happens.” Tony stifled his chuckle as you rolled your eyes. “Oh, grow up! You know what I meant.”

“Maybe watch your phrasing next time.” Tony turned to Steve. “So basically, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to lift her off the rebar then you press on the wound as quickly and with as much pressure as you can. Got it?” Steve just nodded grimly. Tony looked around. “Does anyone have something we can use to stop the bleeding?”

“Steve, take my shirt. It’s pretty dirty at this point, but it’s better than nothing.” He nodded again as he unzipped your jacket. Not wanting to jostle you more than necessary, he tore your shirt in half and removed it from your body. Always the gentleman, he averted his eyes as he rezipped your jacket. You smiled and gave him a reassuring wink. He blushed deeply, which just made your smile grow larger. That is until he started removing your belt.

Handing it to you, he muttered, “You’re going to want to bite down on that. I’m sorry.”

You nodded as you grasped the situation. Whatever happened next, it wasn’t going to be pleasant. Steve helped you sit up as he slid in behind you, positioning it so you were leaning against his chest. He reached his left arm across your body to grab your right hand. His right hand was at the ready with what was once your shirt.

Tony straddled your leg and placed his hands just below where the metal jutted harshly through your thigh. Placing your belt securely between your teeth, you nodded at Tony. After a second of hesitation, he jerked your leg free.

You knew that this experience was going to be painful, but you had not expected this. A bloodcurdling howl tore from your lips, muffled by the belt clenched firmly in your mouth. Your body arched back violently, slamming into Steve as you writhe in pain. He tightened his hold on you with the arm he had wrapped across your chest, and you squeezed his hand so tightly you were sure if not for the super serum, you would have broken a few of his bones. As he crushed your shirt into the gushing hole in your leg, sending another wave of agony through your system. Your jaw was clenched so tightly it felt like you were about to bite straight through the belt and your body shook violently as your muscles strained from holding themselves tense for such a long period of time.

Slowly, you were able to regain some of your composure. Your chest was once again heaving as you struggled to return your breathing to normal. As you reached up to pry the belt out of your mouth, you sagged against Steve’s chest, your muscles screaming out as you finally allowed them to relax. Your leg still hurt like hell, but the pain had dulled enough that it was bearable. However, you weren’t out of the woods yet.

Glancing down, you watched as Steve desperately pressed your shirt into your wound with both hands but blood still hemorrhaged between his fingers. You gazed weakly up at Tony but he just stared at your leg in confusion as he tried to figure out what to do now. Then, he glanced down at his hands which were still covered by his suit and you saw an uneasy realization wash over his face. As the two of you locked eyes, you understood what he was thinking and you nodded weakly. “It’s the only way Tony.”

“Nope. We’re not even considering this.”

Steve looked back and forth between the two of you, not sure what you were talking about. But you ignored him as you stared Tony down. “You’ve got to do this. We don’t have another option.”

“I can’t. If I make even the smallest miscalculation, it could kill you.”

“Then let F.R.I.D.A.Y. do it. Her calculations will be perfect. No mistakes.” He still hesitated but you knew you didn’t have time for this. Already the blood loss was starting to affect you. “Tony, I’m fading too fast…. We need to stop this bleeding. I can’t last much longer.”

Tony thought for a moment, glanced back down at your leg, then nodded. Steve was still staring at you confused. “What are you talking about? What is he planning on doing?”

You gently smiled at him. “It’s okay. It’s the only way, but it will be fine.” You dropped both of your hands so they rested gently over Steve’s, which were still pressed firmly against your wound. You nodded up at Tony.

Lowering his faceplate, Tony said, “On the count of three…”

“Three!” you yelled. At that same moment, you grabbed Steve’s hands as tightly as you could and, using his bewilderment at what was going on as a distraction, dragged them away from your wound. As soon as you were both clear, Tony pointed his repulsors at your leg and a thin, tight beam blasted you precisely in your wound. Steve cried out in protest but your screams of agony drowned him out as pain once again rushed through your body. Finally, mercifully, Tony turned the repulsors off. Smoke trailed off the cauterized scar that was once a gushing wound. You weakly turned your head so you didn’t gag on the smell of your own roasting flesh.

Steve glared up at Tony as you lay limply in his arms. “What the hell did you do?”

“What he… had to,” you managed to croak out. Steve looked down at you anxiously but you continued. “It was…the only way to….stop the bleeding….Knew you wouldn’t….approve…”

“Damn right I don’t approve!”

“Language…” you whispered, a ghost of a smile flickering on your lips. The bleeding might have stopped but the damage had already been done. You needed medical attention and a blood transfusion as soon as possible.

Tony seemed to be thinking the same thing. “I’m going to fly her to the nearest hospital. Then I can come back and help with your extraction.” He bent down and Steve gingerly transferred your weakened form to Tony’s waiting arms.

Steve shook his head. “Sam and I will be fine. Just get her help as quickly as you can.”

You grasped for Steve’s hand. “’m sorry Cap…. be safe….”

“You too.”

You smiled again. “I’ll be on….feet ‘fore you….get back…”

Steve nodded with a smile. “I don’t doubt it.” Then looking at Tony, he said, “Go.”

Without having to be told twice, Tony took off with you in his arms, exiting the building through the hole you had made in the ceiling. You rested heavily against his metal-coated chest as the two of you soared through the sky. Reaching up, you pressed the comms to connect you to his suit.

“Tony….” you managed to whisper. He looked down at you, concern obvious even through his mask. “You better… hurry.”

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[lovelybarnes]

reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

before he can react to it, a slimy arm is promptly cut off by you, the blade you threw now back in your hands and stained green with the things’ blood. you scowl at it and shoot him a dirty look, “pay fucking attention!” you demand, shaking the weapon haphazardly to get the goo off. he can’t believe that the words came out of your mouth but rolls his eyes and obeys, knocking an ugly alien down and crushing its chest with his boot.

he can still hear your cocky remarks and giggles- yes, giggles, you giggle when you fight life threatening menaces- paired with the gross sounds of your knife impaling the aliens they’re fighting. it’s the only thing keeping him from practically babysitting you, a reassurance that you’re there, careless and impetuous, but alive and close.

suddenly, he can’t hear you, and he turns to what he quite possibly believes to be the most disgusting thing he’s seen in his life (and it’s been a long one, so far). you’re blue, covered in a slimy substance, and your face is so red, it’s beginning to look nearly purple with the cyan sheen over it. you screech abruptly, wiping at your face angrily and jumping at the thing that probably did that to you. he nearly feels pity for it. nearly, because, in your rage, you hadn’t even noticed the large gash along your shoulder. before he can go to you before you kill yourself, his metal arm feels like it’s being sucked, taking him with it, and he grunts. “what the fuck-” he manages, unsure of what he’s looking at, but trying to cut through the sticky arm attached to his own. you’re there in five seconds flat, still blue and still angry, which he notices makes the slicing through the appendage easier.

you seem to decide to stay with him after that, and he’s not sure if he’s offended because you don’t think he can take care of himself- which is ridiculous, since this only happened because he was taking care of you- or touched.

“god, i wish i had wanda’s powers. chaos magick works a lot faster than causing chaos,” you complain, trying to wipe away the blue sludge at the same time and wincing when it tugs at your injury. he is reminded of the shoulder wound he nearly got his arm ripped off for trying to warn you, and he stops your hand. “you’re bleeding, you should probably be a little more careful with this.” he motions to your arm, avoiding touching it.

you frown at him, “it’s fine, it’s just a little cut.” (it’s most certainly not a “little cut.”)

“y/n-”

you extend the hurt arm over him and flick your hands when you see an alien about to rip bucky’s head off, a grimace passing your face that he sees but you try to cover up anyways. “see? it hurts you, you need-”

“i just saved your life, would a hurt person be able to do that?” you cut him off, and he stares at you. noticing a green thing coming up behind you, he grabs your waist and moves you out of the way, shooting it with his gun and watching as it drops to the ground. “ow!” you protest, “you hurt my-” seeming to realize you’re about to prove him right, you shut up and roll your eyes. “you’re welcome,” bucky huffs, wiping away some of the blue stuff from your cheek.

your cheeks warm against his touch without your permission, and you turn away. bucky smirks at your reaction.

“shut up,” you grumble, extending your fingers and aiming at a group of the aliens ganging up on natasha. they freeze for the few seconds they’re under your control, and nat manages to take out two in the moment. the three left break out of the trance, turn to each other, and begin to fight. natasha makes eye contact with you in a form of thanks and starts to take the rest out. you hear a gun go off behind you and turn to see one of the things that sprayed you on the floor. bucky saved you again, great, it’s not like he’ll rub it in your face forever.

“you need to pay attention, what if i’m not here?” bucky scolds. “then never leave,” you flirt casually in response. with a few twirls of your finger, most of the aliens stop paying attention to your team and begin attacking their own teammates.

you don’t notice when one of the few unaffected beings picks up a discarded gun and shoots at you twice. bucky moves you away from a head shot, but one lands opposite to the bleeding slash on your shoulder, and the other hits your thigh.

“goddamnit, y/n, pay attention!” bucky growls, holding up your full weight when your adrenaline begins to run out and everything becomes blurry. “‘m fine,” you try to reassure, attempting to stand back on your wobbly legs. bucky doesn’t let you, shooting at as many aliens as he can with one gun. he turns to look at your state after he shoots most of them, allowing the others to take care of it while he tries to take care of you. his metal hand is touching the small device in his ear, telling the others the situation while his other arm holds you up. you might be delirious now, and your eyelids are becoming increasingly difficult to keep up. “hm, i’m not going to die, b’cky.” you tell him, noticing the increasing panic in his voice as he talks to steve. “stop saying that, how would you know if you haven’t died yet?”

his question is confusing for your foggy brain, so you decide to skip it, unknowingly making his worries worse. the blood running down your back isn’t stopping, and bucky stops for a second to lift you up completely, tucking his hand underneath your knees to carry you. at the tug at your thigh, you bite back a scream. bucky pretends not to notice; his hands are covered in a warm red. he’s trying his best to ignore it.

“don’t die,” bucky whispers again and again, making you frown, “how many times do i ‘ave to tell you i can’t die?”

“i’ll believe it when you don’t,” bucky mutters, and the blue sky turns to gray when he’s inside the quinjet. he sets you down on the medbay cot, looking lost as he calls out friday’s name. “yes, mister barnes?”

“y/n- uh-”

“do a scan on me and… and treat accordingly,” you interrupt. “scanning now,” friday obeys, and you turn to bucky. “by the time you figured it out i would have bled out.”

“that’s not funny, y/n,” bucky says seriously. you squeeze your eyes shut for a second, “calm down, i’ll be fine.” friday has enclosed you in some clear glass, red grids letting you know of your condition. “ooh, that’s bad,” you mumble, much to the dismay of your boyfriend. “what?” said boyfriend asks, and you wave him off as best you can- which means a pathetic bounce of your arm- and tell him to let friday do her thing. “we are not done here,” bucky instructs, but sits next to you and holds your hand. you can see his glossed eyes now, you wonder how you didn’t see them before.

“shouldn’t you be fighting?” you ask, a wave of exhaustion crashing over you. rest, your body begs. you’ll comply later. “they’re almost done, the chaos thing you did makes their job a lot easier.”

“‘s what i do,” you say breathily before falling asleep.

-

you’re still in the quinjet the next time you open your eyes, which lets you know it’s only been a few hours and you’re feeling better already. goddess healing, you think, looking around to see bucky’s hand still around yours. he looks worried, the hard lines usually softened by the sound of your voice as hard as you’ve ever seen them. you squeeze his fingers gently. “bucky,” you coo, “i’m not dying anymore.”

bucky turns to you immediately, squinting, “that’s not funny.” it’s like deja vu, but you’re not sure from where.

a vein on bucky’s neck throbs, and you’re aware that you’re pushing it, so you stop for a second, “i was just kidding, i-”

“no!-” bucky’s voice is near yelling, so he shuts his eyes for a moment, continuing in a lower voice, “you almost died, do you know how terrifying that is? you nearly bled out in my arms.” sam, nat and steve, who were waiting for you to wake up next to bucky, pause when he raises his voice. “bucky-” you start, softer now, trying to sit up. bucky stands, “listen to me!”

steve stands, beginning to put a hand on bucky’s shoulder, “buck-” he’s silenced with a cold look from bucky. sam gets to his feet too, telling steve and nat to give you both a minute. they do, after nat kisses your cheek like she always does when you get hurt. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed now, reaching for bucky, “bucky?”

“you don’t… you don’t know how much you scared me, y/n. you have to stop being so careless,” he says after a few seconds. you furrow your brows, “i’m not careless, i’m confident in my skills.”

“you are. you’re careless and reckless and hasty and i need you to not be,” he says harshly, you frown. “why? i’m fine and i’m always going to be-”

“you don’t- you don’t understand!-” bucky snaps. “then help me understand,” you implore. bucky closes his eyes tightly again, breathing in slowly. “the things... that i feel for you are unlike anything i have ever felt before, and i can’t- i can’t lose you, okay?”

“you’re not going to,” you assure, extending your arms towards him, noting the tiny ache in response. he walks over to you, letting you grab his jaw when he’s close, you run your fingers over his cheeks gently. “i’ll be more careful,” you promise. bucky nods, tucking his face into the dip of your neck. you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, letting him squeeze your waist almost to reassure himself you’re actually there.

“hey,” you say quietly after a few moments, pressing tender kisses to bucky’s cheek, “sit down, i want to do something.” you stand, grabbing onto bucky’s arm when you stumble a little and promise him you’re fine and are taking it easy. you take out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets, setting it down next to bucky, opening it and taking out everything you need. you begin to clean his cuts, putting a pink hello kitty bandaid over one of his particularly bad ones. it’ll be gone within a day, but you can’t resist, and it makes him laugh.

you hum while you dab at a small scratch next to his eye, and he chuckles lowly, you look up at him, “what?”

“you’re still a little blue.”

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